#set your pleasers to stun

[gyuzgrl]

food chain IIksyII

summary- a couple handsy young men have your boyfriend reminding you who truly is on top of the food chain.

wc- 3k

Soonyoung watches with clenched fists as you talk to his friends. On hindsight, perhaps introducing his beautiful, funny, smart girlfriend to 12 handsome young men, wasn't his brightest idea yet. He hadn't thought this through.

You sat on the couch, sandwiched between Seungcheol and Mingyu- both of whom appeared to have taken a particular interest in you tonight. A pretty white dress clung to your curves, stopping a little above your knees, your hair lay perfectly. You looked stunning.

They all seemed to think that.

"...which is how my love for literature started, really," you conclude your story, offering Jihoon a gentle smile. He blushes, lowering his gaze.

"what about college? how's that treatin' ya?" Mingyu urges, nudging your shoulder as if you've been friends for ages.

His friendly manner leaves you feeling eternally grateful. It isn't easy sitting in a room full of strangers. Especially when everyone knows the other person. Everyone except you.

You respond, grinning as you gesture wildly with your hands. A fond smile settles on his face and on the others, but you play this off as them being nice.

Soonyoung, however, does not.

He knows his friends. Knows them well enough to see that behind their smiles and innocent touches, lie lust-blown pupils and something akin to desire.

Seungcheol tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as you talk, and you break off into a clumsy stutter. He grins, hand lingering on your hair with an evident fondness.

Your boyfriend grits his teeth. He rises from his seat, which ironically happens to be the one furthest from you, and walks over to you.

Everyone watches.

"baby," he grumbles, "can't hear you from all the way there"

You pout.

"come sit closer then, you're so far away soonie"

The petname pierces through all their hearts, like cupids very own arrow. Just when they thought you couldn't get any cuter, you had to go and prove them all wrong.

"no space" Soonyoung motions to the packed couch. "why don't you sit on my lap, pretty?"

"hosh-" you smack his chest, face heating up.

"wha- it's not like they mind, do you, guys?"

He turns to look at each of his friends, staring them down as if to say- 'she's mine. she's mine and you will watch her be mine.'

Gulping, Vernon and Joshua look at each other, a lingering guilt in their eyes. In all their eyes.

Seungcheol speaks up, forcing a smile onto his face- "of course not! go ahead, go ahead"

Wasting no time, Soonyoung hoists you up, making space for himself between Mingyu and Seungcheol, before tugging you onto his lap. His arms wrap themselves securely around your waist, and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, placing a gentle kiss there.

There's a sudden shift in the atmosphere. What once was a lively, active air, has shifted into a still, stagnant one, charged with envy and guilt.

There's a pause.

"y/n," a voice calls from the side, with a sultry edge- it's Jeonghan. "you never told us what your type is-"

"oh..."

You're a little taken aback by the sudden question, but the people-pleaser in you can't help but respond.

"well, I like Hosh, so I'm sure that tells you everythin-"

"c'monn" he pushes, "tell me what I can do to steal you from Hoshingie"

Your eyes widen. Surely, he was joking, yes?

You laugh, hesitantly, following a couple of the boys around you, but Soonyoung's lips are set in a firm, hard line.

"you're funny-" you offer, patting your boyfriend's hand reassuringly.

"I mean it can't be looks- cause frankly, you'd have been on my lap instead of his"

The men laugh, poking your boyfriend as he gnashes his teeth. He had to remind himself that he wanted this. He wanted you to meet his friends. He wanted to call them over to the house. He wanted them to like you.

Look where that got him.

"oh- I got it!" Chan exclaims, pointing at you, "you must like cute guys- y'know they're s-"

"cute?" Soonyoung interrupts.

"cute?"

They all fall silent. The laughs and giggles that erupted from all over suddenly ceased to exist.

"if you think what you've seen of me so far is 'cute' I'd better straighten up. seems like I've been too nice all this while."

His voice is dangerously low. The stares he shoots at the younger boy are nothing short of menacing. If you didn't know any better, you'd think there were literal daggers shooting out from his eyes.

"Hoshi let's calm do-" Dokyeom tries, only to find his voice shrinking back when your boyfriend turns to him.

"calm down? oh I'm calm. I'm very calm."

You feel his grasp on your stomach tighten, pulling you further into his lap.

"as glad as I am that you all like my girlfriend, I think it's time for you to go. getting kinda late, isn't it, Seungcheolie hyung?"

The older man jerks to his feet, agreeing embarrassingly quick.

"yeah we've overstayed, haven't we, guys? we should um, we should get going."

Like clockwork, the other men rise to their feet, mumbling pathetic little 'nice to meet you's before scurrying after Seungcheol, right out the door.

You scurry after them, holding the door open as you call out a quick "it was lovely meeting you! get home safe". It surprised you how easily Soonyoung got them to leave at his command.

There's a presence behind you, an arm stretching out to slam the door shut. You turn around to meet the gaze of your very angry boyfriend.

Like a deer, stupified under the watch of a tiger, you stood frozen under Soonyoung's glare. Behind his pupils danced a dangerous kind of rage- one that made your knees weak and your heart quicken.

"Hosh-"

"save it"

Biting your lip, you look away, feeling so incredibly small under him. Feeling so powerless. You're reminded that he's the one in control here and nobody could even begin to compare. Not Seungcheol, not Mingyu, not even Jeonghan. With the way they all ran off at his command, it was evident who really sat at the top of the food chain.

He leans in, lips ghosting over yours.

You were trapped.

"thought they were funny, did you?" he seethes, pushing his hips flush against yours, "hm? smiling away when they touched you, when they stared at what's mine-"

A soft whimper is all you can manage, chasing his lips as he pulls away just a little.

"no, Hosh-"

"I said. save it."

A familiar heat pools between your legs at his commanding tone. God he was so sexy like this- all angry and rough.

"I think you've forgotten, pretty girl" he rasps with a condescending furrow in his brow, "forgotten who you belong to."

Oh you were in for a long night.

"n-no Soonie m'yours- only yours"

"yeah?"

"mhm"

A hand works its way up to your chin, digits cradling the tip, tilting your head up. Your eyes flutter closed.

"mm, so eager for me" he coos, inching forward. You move to pull him closer, but he catches your wrists with his other hand, yanking them above your head, pinning them against the door.

You gasp, now completely at his mercy. He grins.

"patience, baby"

He closes in, lips finally meeting yours in a sloppy kiss. It's a mess of teeth and tongue and desperation, but you love it. There's a fire, a passion, when he kisses you- one you've seen when he dances. His body rolls into yours, hips pushing hard against you, and you moan.

His tongue shoves its way into your mouth, licking over the surface of your palate like he'd go crazy if he didn't.

It's dizzying how intense he is. His presence is overwhelming- he's all over- and you're helpless to it all.

Your lungs scream for respite, begging you to pull away, to breathe. Like a fire alarm, your heart thuds in your ears, almost in warning, as if to say- 'breathe! breathe before you lose consciousness!'

Hesitantly, you listen to your panicked heart, pulling away with a gasp. Your chest heaves under him, filling you up with sweet, sweet oxygen.

"can they get you all worked up like this? hm?" he mumbles, trailing his fingertips from your chin to the divot of your collarbones.

You shake your head.

His voice drops to a whisper,

"can they touch you the way I do?"

The solid muscle of his thigh parts your legs, bullying it's way in between. He pushes up, right against your sex, and you whimper at the contact.

"tell me."

"nobody t-touches me like you do Soonyoung- please," you breathe, head tipping back, giving him complete access to your throat in silent submission.

He trails hot kisses along your jaw, down your throat, sucking purple stains into your skin- so harsh and opaque, you wouldn't be able to hide them from the world.

"what will Seuncheollie hyung think, hm? what will he think when he sees how you let me mark you like this for everyone to see?"

You moan, the thought of his friends seeing the hickeys he left only adding to your arousal. The heat between your legs, the wetness, is unbearable. Your body yearns for Soonyoung, aches for him. There's a feeling only he can give you and you both know it. You need him now.

Picking up on your desperation, your boyfriend decides to move on. After all, he can't keep his pretty girl waiting, can he?

Firm hands grip your thighs, and a single command is uttered- "jump."

Instantly, your legs wrap around his waist and he hoists you into his strong arms, lips clashing in a messy kiss as he carries you to the bedroom.

Soonyoung lowers you onto the bed, pressing you into the mattress with his weight. His arms cage you in, his hips roll into yours, his eyes- now narrowed at you in the way a predator would look at its prey- held a fire that made your skin grow hot.

"you need me to make you feel good, don't you, baby?" he grins wickedly, breath fanning across your face.

You nod, pathetically.

"say it"

He pauses, leaning closer- so close, his lips touch yours as he speaks- "tell me you need me,"

Tears prick your eyes- a mix of desperation and overwhelm taking over your senses completely.

"only you Hosh, I need you- I need you so please-"

"I know, pretty, I know" he interrupts, mumbling against your lips.

"please,"

And with that, Hoshi's all over you like a storm. Feverish hands grip and twist at your dress, yanking it off carelessly. He didn't care if it tore. He didn't care one bit. He'd just buy you five more tomorrow.

What he saw underneath was worth every penny he'd spend on your dresses.

A matching pale pink lingerie set. All for him to see.

"fuck baby, you're- you're killing me" he groans, shoving his face into your covered breasts. He pulls away, taking you in for a moment, before his hands tug eagerly at the fabric, leaving your chest bare.

"so fuckin' pretty, y'know that? y'know how goddamn pretty you are, baby?"

Bashfully, you turn away, biting your lip with a stifled grin.

"I mean it- god, if you could see yourself right now"

"stopp" you whine, covering your face.

He grins before his lips move back to your breasts, swirling his tongue over each nipple, pressing kisses, sucking bruises into the tender flesh.

With every flick of his tongue, you arch off the bed, pressing yourself further into him with a lewd moan. It was true, what he said. Only he can make you feel like this.

Soonyoung travels further south, tracing a path down your breasts to the hem of your panties. He places gentle kisses on your tummy, while his hands move swiftly to reveal what he considers heaven.

Feeling the wetness soaking through the pretty pink fabric, he can't control the groan forcing its way out his throat.

"so wet-" he says, almost frustrated by how perfect you are, "all this for me, baby?"

"mhm- all for y-you Soonie"

You squirm under his touch, feeling particularly ticklish with every soft kiss he places on your skin. That gentle manner is long gone, however, once you're left completely bare. It's as though the sight of your bare cunt flips a switch in his head- turning him into an animal; rough, messy, greedy.

His voice takes on a raspier quality, his breaths turn shallow, his arms tremble as he lowers himself to face your heat.

"oh, you're dripping"

You whine, wiggling your hips to get him to touch you, and he smirks. Large hands splay you open and yank you down by your thighs, straight onto his tongue.

There's no controlling the noises you make now.

You yelp when his tongue makes contact with your clit, toying with it so effortlessly tears well in your eyes. Every flick, every roll of his tongue has shivers running along your skin, with goosebumps all over your body.

"Soonie please- please, please, please-" you moan, unsure of what you're even asking for.

He responds with quicker motions around your clit, slurping loudly at your cunt. A knot builds in your tummy, tightening, tightening, until it's ready to snap.

His lips cradle your clit and provide just a little more stimulation as they suck around you, drawing the sensitive nerves out of hiding.

"d-don't stop fuck- m'gonna,"

All you hear is a hum, muffled by your cunt, shooting vibrations right through you. The added stimulation is exactly what you need, sending you over the edge in record time.

The knot in your stomach snaps, and you moan his name as you come, chanting it like it's all you know- 'Soonyoung, Soonyoung, Soonyoung'

He slips a finger into you, wanting to feel your orgasm. The way you tighten around his digit sends blood rushing to his dick. There was nothing he wanted more than to feel your walls tighten around him, to feel how eagerly you'd keep pulling him back in for more.

"that's it, baby- fuck," he drawls, licking his hands clean, "taste so fucking good"

Rising back to his feet, Soonyoung glances down at you, lips curling at the corners. He unbuttons his shirt, popping each disk off meticulously as he stares down at you.

What a tease.

Your breath hitches when he slips off the fabric, revealing his shockingly sculpted torso. While your boyfriend did appear less muscular than most- owing this to his cute baby face- he was easily one of the most chiseled men you'd seen.

He moves to his jeans next- unbuckling his belt with such dexterity you find yourself even more aroused than before. The button comes undone, zip tugged down, and he steps out of his pants, leaving him in his black boxers as he makes his way back to you.

Firm pectorals greet your eager hands, delicious striations, and defined ridges make your mouth water- god, you could just eat him alive.

"you're staring again" he mumbles, now hovering above you.

"am not" you grin.

"are too"

"am no-"

"shut up," he breathes before pulling you into a messy kiss. It's a clash of tongue and teeth but lord it feels better than anything you've done with anyone else.

Your eyes widen when you feel his cock rubbing up against your folds- when did he lose the boxers?

Before you can even process his speedy undressing, Soonyoung shoves his length into you, earning a particularly loud moan on your part.

He grins against your lips at the sound, and moves back to kiss you properly, now swallowing your whimpers and cries. His hips roll into you, driving his cock further into your cunt and back, repeating the process over and over again.

There's an ease with which he moves into you, like liquid metal. His movements are powerful and fluid, giving you so much pleasure you feel like you're losing your mind.

Sweat collects at his temples as he pounds into you, clumps of hair sticking to his forehead- nothing, no one, could even begin to compare to how gorgeous he is.

He throws your leg over his waist, angling himself deeper, just enough to kiss that spot no one else can. Your head tips back into the pillows, chest heaving as you moan helplessly under him.

"can they make you feel like this?" he rasps, picking up his pace, "can they even come close to how good I'm fucking you?"

"no- no one but you- fuck Soonie don't stop"

Sliding a hand down your torso, Soonyoung rubs tight circles into your clit, sending waves of pleasure rippling over your body. You cry out, back arching off the bed as tears spill from your eyes, staining your rosy cheeks.

"so pretty like this," he grits, "taking me so fucking good-"

You feel yourself right on the edge of pleasure, waiting, anticipating, until you finally fall. A wave of relief washes over you, muscles twitching as you let go. Soonyoung follows right after, gritting his teeth as your walls tighten around him, greedily coaxing out every bit of his release.

"fuck," he breathes, his thrusts growing slower before he stills in you.

He leans his forehead against yours, mumbling "I love you" over and over until you calm down.

"m'gonna run us a bath, kay?"

"mhm"

Lifting himself off of you, Soonyoung heads to the bathroom, to set up. In a couple of minutes, he comes back out with a warm, damp towel in hand, crawling between your legs to gently wipe off the mess you've made.

He cradles your thigh so gently, it makes your heart swell. Each swipe is tender and soft, making sure he doesn't touch you when you're this sensitive.

"thank you," you mumble, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

He looks up at you, cupping your face right away with concern painted all over his features.

"baby what's wrong? did I do something? did I hurt you?"

"no I just- I just really love you. And I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have you with me"

His face lights up, little crescents forming in his eyes.

"I love you" he grins, "I love you and you're gonna be mine forever"

He pauses to kiss the tip of your nose-

"now c'mere lemme clean you up"

[cyberl33ch]

Excuse Me, Miss? Chapter 3

masterlist, part one, part two, part four

summary: abby saying she would be late to the gallery she invited you to…classic. thinking it was all in your head you say what hell and start to mingle. abby shows up and sees you flirting openly with another? hell no.

word count: 1.5k

tw: angst, eventual smut, conflict of interest, alcohol consumption, & more hopeless feeling.

pairing: Neighbor/BusinessPartner!Abby x NepoBaby!Reader

While on the drive to the gallery you get a phone call from Abby, clicking the phone button on your steering wheel. “Hii, I’m on my way there.” You say answering the call raising your voice higher than you would like. “That’s great, I was just calling to let you know I might be a little late, I got caught up with some extra work.” She says letting out an audible sigh, hearing how upset she is almost makes you…frown?

“Oh, that’s not a problem, take as much time as you need.” You say reassuringly. You’ve always been a people pleaser, even with knowing your true feelings you’ve always bottled them up. “Thank you…it’s refreshing to have someone not care about inconveniences in my schedule” Abby says exhaling you can hear her smirk through the phone. 

Ending the phone call you continue to drive to the gallery, stepping out of your car in the parking garage you feel the rush of adrenaline hit you. Since you’re pretty much antisocial and this is an entirely unknown setting you feel slightly anxious. As you inch closer and closer to the opening door gripping you subconsciously purse on your shoulder tighter and tighter. It’s almost making your skin crawl not knowing what’s on the other side of the door.

An hour ago you definitely did not see yourself swept up in a conversation, let alone not in a corner but with a wine glass in hand. You ran into a couple of Abby's friends which tells you that she talks about you (simping). But one of Abby’s friends Ellie seemed to really take an interest in you the moment she locked eyes with you. 

But you couldn’t really get a good read on Ellie. She was most definitely aware of the conversation but she was taking you in?? Either way you couldn’t really tell what her point was of coming up to you. Not to mention the conversation with her was butter smooth, honestly it just flowed no awkward silences or anything. However that traction was forced into a complete stop when you felt a warm hand on your mid back, looking back to realize it was Abby. 

As soon as you meet her gaze you can smell her expensive cologne, taking in her well fitted suit. God Bless Custom Fitted Suits. “You look stunning.” Abby finally mutters before ripping her eyes off your curves before she moves her gaze where it’s not welcomed. “Ells, how are you?” She says quickly facing Ellie and shaking her hand as if she wasn’t just eye-fucking you a minute ago. 

As Abby and Ellie’s conversation picks up, you slip away to the less crowded side of the gallery. It feels nice to be alone, but not for long as Abby stands beside you gazing at the large painting on the wall. “And how has your night been darling?” Abby says not blessing you with her gaze yet. “It’s been nice…your friend is very attractive.” You say admittingly keeping your eyes on the painting. 

You feel her eyes hit you like daggers as she shakes off the feeling that a compliment came out of your mouth and it wasn’t about her. Abby knew she usually doesn’t care about these things, they usually seem so shallow and useless. But knowing herself well she knows she has thick skin and the sting that came with the compliment seemed to dissolve quickly.

“I’ve known Ells since my childhood.” She finally lets out, seeming to snap back into reality. Bringing your eyes up to meet hers before you spit more viper into the-what was supposed to be a short conversation. “Yeah she told me, we talked quite a bit before you arrived.” You almost mumble the last part noting that for some reason Abby’s face looked slightly uncomfortable. 

“You did huh…” Abby says, guiding you gently by your waist to the next painting. “This one is more my style.” You say slowly taking in the painting before looking down at the nameplates. Oh? They have nameplates of the artists, you squint and see Ellie’s name at the bottom. Slowly turning your head to the side to peek at the artist name of the last painting to see it said “Abby Anderson” in gold engraved letters. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by the grating sound of a mic followed by deep apologies from the host gathering the cord of the mic, Abby told you her name was Dina. “Thank you all so much for coming today, but the gallery closes in 25 minutes.” Dina says before handing the mic to someone and continuing to mingle with whoever. 

“That’s code for get the fuck out.” Abby says, whispering in your ear. Hearing Abby’s low baritone voice is something you didn’t know you needed and not to mention how close she is to your neck right now. “Oh by the way Abs do you mind if I catch a ride with El?” You say reading her expression. And you could tell she was definitely pissed for some reason, you almost didn’t catch it from how quickly she changed her face.

“But how will I know if you get home safe?” Abby almost looks…wait. Is she fake worried?? Unknowingly you let your neutral expression slip into a “wtf is wrong with you” one, Abby picks up on it faster than you can fix your face. Thankful that you didn’t consume any alcohol the words in your head would’ve made a beeline for your mouth. Either way you felt like Abby was about to let you have it, well that was before Ellie walked over thankfully swooping you out of that conversation.

“Looked like someone needed saving.” She says smirking her arm dangerously low on your lower back. “Thank you…your art is beautiful by the way.” You thank her slipping in a compliment, completely missing the fact she was shoving a scotch your way. As you stare at the venom in the glass wondering how to navigate this awkward situation.

“I’ll be right back Els.” You say unhooking her arm from your lower back. “Gotta powder your nose?” Ellie says cheekily shooting you a wink before you slip off in the direction of the overhead bathroom sign. God do these people know how to decorate and spend money while doing it, however you were preaching to the choir. 

Staring at your unlocked phone the reality hits you that a normal person would call their best friend or sibling to give you clarity on what you should do in this situation. Slowly eyeballing the drink on the counter, you subconsciously reconsider that time your father offered a therapist. Scoffing at your reflection in the mirror. “Suck it up, it’s just one drink.” You whisper lowly to yourself before downing the entire glass in one go. 

Walking back out to find Abby in the nearest corner leaning onto the wall cupping a quite full wine glass. You haven’t known Abby for a long time so you kind of took her as a social person, especially considering her job. Swiping the nearest champagne off a waiter's tray you guzzle half the glass approaching Abby. “What’s up, dream girl.” You say cringing immediately from your words. Abby taking it unseriously and laughing at your buzzed state. “Buzzed?” She says, noting the half full glass in your hand. 

Downing the rest of the champagne followed with an exhale. “Working towards a great nap.” Abby takes the empty glass from you, fixing the loose strands of hair in your face and the slightly smudged lipstick on your bottom lip. “And towards a great hangover.” As Abby drinks in your features fully she feels like it’s just you two for once. Not that she has been letting her ever so slight possession over you show. 

Abigail has been very dominant with her past partners and she wants to change that side of her to show a more submissive side. To show that she can be vulnerable other than her financial advisor. That’s why she’s trying to take it slow with you, this whole night has been her reminding herself that it’s like bending her will (which makes you all the more attractive). That’s right bending my will, like a bendy pencil.

It’s just the constant lusting over her friend who quite frankly isn’t all that, I mean she loves Els of course but the adoration in your voice when you address Ell isn’t something she wants to get used to. So when she snaps back into reality and sees you and Ellie a little too close for comfort but when she sees Ellie get closer and closer to your neck. Snap.  Pushing past whoever is in the crowd she takes you by the elbow, stomping out of the venue into the valet area. “Abigail, what is happening with you right now?” You say worriedly but mostly full of curiosity. Full first name? Is what is going through her mind right now, which might be why she isn’t blessing you with eye contact.

What does Abby have in store for you at wherever she's taking you?

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[chloeangelic]

Pleasers & baked ziti

Bouncer!Joel x stripper!reader

A self indulgent drabble about pole dancing and Sopranos

Summary: Joel is everyone's favorite bouncer, who always spends his break with his favorite dancer

Warnings: Fluff, flirting, set in 2007, takes place in a strip club, Sopranos references and spoilers, no outbreak, no use of y/n, sarcasm, banter, crushing, Joel gets a pole dancing lesson lmao, eventual smut

Word count: 1.4k

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Upon realizing that being a single dad who wants to put his teenage daughter through college is expensive, Joel took a second job as a bouncer at a strip club nearly two years ago, Thursday to Sunday, letting his brother live with him in exchange for babysitting. He’s very professional about the whole gig, and he’s the first person the girls always go to when a patron creates problems or they have a bad night. They all love and trust him, but there's one dancer who knows him a little better than the rest, one who’s always on break at the same time as him, sitting in the staff room, eating snacks and watching The Sopranos reruns when he comes in. 

“That’s Karen’s last ziti”, he exclaims at the same time as Bobby Baccala says it on screen, walking towards her on the couch, “He’s not ready to eat that yet”. Neither of them look at each other before he's next to the couch, but she giggles at his delivery of the lines. “Janice is such a grifter, right?” she asks and scoots over to give him space to sit down on the small couch, “Want popcorn?”. Without waiting for an answer, she dumps the half-empty bowl in his lap and keeps watching the episode. “Slow night?” Joel asks, and she sighs in response. “Just drunk morons I can tell aren’t gonna tip”, she says and rolls her eyes, “The ones who tell me they can “save me” and then ask what my real name is”. 

Joel puts his hand over his mouth and his eyes widen, acting stunned, “You tryna tell me your name ain’t actually Amethyst?”. She puts her hand on his leg and shakes her head, looking at him with a sympathetic expression, trying not to smile. “I was trying to find the right time to tell you, I was thinking maybe on your two year work anniversary?” she says, “We could get you a cake that says ‘these aren't our real names sorry Joel we thought you knew’, with no punctuation or decorative flowers, just the writing”. He cracks up a little and looks at her, “You’re bringin’ the baked ziti to the party, or what, no fuckin’ ziti?”. “Idiot” she giggles and pushes his leg before retracting her hand. 

“As far as I'm concerned, your name is Buffalo Ray” he says, shrugging and throwing popcorn up in the air to catch them with his mouth. “The hell?”, she acts insulted and blinks at him impatiently, “Why am I Buffalo Ray? He died snitching, man”. He laughs a little before he answers her, looking at her fake-irritated face about to burst into laughter, “Cause you're a rat”. “Fuck off” she says and nudges him, earning her a rumbling laugh from the man. “You watch last night?” he asks, “It’s goin’ downhill fast for these gavones”. “Duh, I ev-” she says before she’s interrupted by the manager giving an announcement in the other room, and everything is drowned out by the noise from the TV except for something about the club closing early tonight. 

She looks at Joel with an excited expression, jumping up on her knees before sitting back on her platform heels and putting both hands on his arm, “Wanna give me a private show?”. “Who are you talkin’ to?” he asks and looks around the room. “You, big boy, come on” she says and slaps him gently on his shoulder. He snorts a little and looks down, trying to hide that he’s blushing, “You might have to teach me some moves”. 

50 Cent is playing on the speakers and the lights are flashing when she pulls Joel up on stage, still wearing her lingerie and heels. She’s about as tall as him in her nine inch Pleaser heels, black and sparkly with a worn down sole. He's broad and muscular, with a scruffy face and hair that’s surprisingly fluffy considering it doesn't look like he makes much of an effort with it. They’ve only ever seen each other in their work outfits despite hanging out regularly for almost two years, talking about anything and everything, becoming relatively close despite never taking the step out of the club and meeting in a different setting. 

“This is a body wave” she says as she holds onto the pole and demonstrates, pointing at her body at different parts of the movement, “Chest, stomach, hips, chest, stomach, hips”. He looks at her with a concentrated expression, whispering chest, stomach, hips back to himself. He’s been desensitized to the sight of girls in lingerie, semi nude and fully nude for a while now, and has no issues focusing when she breaks down the moves she does every night. “Okay, now you do it” she says and takes a step back, watching him grab the pole and whisper the instructions while he stiffly moves his upper body in an S-shape. 

“Great, now take a step around” she says and points in a circular motion around the pole, watching him step out to the right, “Shift your weight, Joel, left hip”. She pokes his hip with her finger and waits for him to lean onto his left leg, applauding when he steps around in a somewhat more slinky fashion. “Last move,” she says and holds up her index finger before waving at him so he steps away while she demonstrates. 

“This is a figure eight,” she slides her hands down and sticks her ass out, shifting her weight between her hips to rotate side to side, looking Joel directly in the eyes on the other side of the pole. He clears his throat and glances away for a second before refocusing, grabbing the pole and looking back to see if he’s doing it right. “Loosen your hips, baby, let me see some more ass” she says and smacks him playfully on his lower back. “I see you ladies do this four nights a week,” he groans, “I should really have figured this out by now”. She clicks her tongue and raises an eyebrow in response. 

“Okay, now put it all together and give me a show” she says and jumps off the platform, taking a seat right in front of the stage. They both take a deep breath, looking away from each other to prevent from bursting out in laughter, and he steps close to the pole, running the little routine from the top. “I'm breakin' a sweat here” he mutters as he tries to replicate her smooth movements, realizing construction work and lifting weights haven't prepared him for such specific types of strength training. 

“Ay, ay, ayyyy” she calls out and whistles, “You should take off your shirt”. He can’t hold it in anymore, and chuckles as he steps around the pole and tries to bend over like she did, realizing how stiff he is and how flexible she must be to comfortably do this, especially in those heels. He sees the excitement in her eyes at how well he’s replicating the moves she taught him, and she claps enthusiastically while he pants from just a thirty second long stage set. 

“Let me drive you home” he says as she puts on her jacket and they walk out of the door, “Don’t want you standin’ around outside alone at this hour”. “Won’t say no to that” she says excitedly and flings the truck door open, throwing her bag into the back and jumping into the passenger seat. He laughs a little as he climbs in and starts the engine, turning the radio down to a low volume and navigating out of the parking garage. 

Only a few minutes go by before he glances to his right and sees that she’s asleep against the window, faintly snoring. He smiles to himself a little and continues watching the road, easily finding her house after driving her home countless times. He parks the truck and waits a second before carefully nudging her shoulder, and she wakes up disoriented. “Thanks Joel,” she says as she leans over the console and grabs her bag, “Say hi to Sarah from me, see you tomorrow”. He says goodnight and watches her close the truck door and run inside, staying in her driveway until she's gotten into her house and turned on a light before he drives away.

[rarilight]

Officially jobless, staring into the ocean that is my fractured psyche creatively, hands calloused and scarred from trying to fix it and knowing that now i need to write because my housing depends on it so i better suck it up, buttercup

stayed up until 4am listening to songs about someone singing at a funeral and forced out the intro to a fic about the consequences of putting all your worth into what you create for others

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people pleaser

variants or less commonly people-pleaser |ˈpē-pəl-ˈplē-zər

a person who has an emotional need to please others often at the expense of his or her own needs or desires _____

Carousel Boutique had been closed for months, the lights kept on solely thanks to the money brought by old designs still being sold in other locations, far away from where their miserable creator could see them. 

Once upon a time, at a party, somepony had asked Rarity who she was. 

“A designer,” she’d said with a winning, lively smile. “An artiste!”  

The pony smiled politely. “I asked who you are, not what you are.” 

Rarity laughed, embarrassed. “Oh, goodness! Do forgive me, I’m just very proud of my talent.” And she was, which is why it came first, and only then did she say, “I’m Rarity. Pleasure to meet you.” 

She loved clothes. She loved how they worked and what they said, the language they conveyed. An outfit, she always said, could say a thousand words in a single glance, which is why she made sure to weave stories into every garment she made. 

It helped her be who she wanted to be. And it helped others, too. That’s what she loved the most, and in fact why she loved sharing her designs. For as long as she lived, she would never forget her very first client, when she was just starting out, unknown and inexperienced but earnest and heartfelt. 

She would never, until her dying day, forget the tears sparkling in the mare’s eyes as she looked at herself in the mirror, in an outfit Rarity had made, and said, “I look beautiful.” Seeing herself for the first time not as the ugly mare she tearfully told Rarity she thought she was, with uneven eyes, and scars from accidents, and a coat the color of dirt, but as the stunning mare she actually was and would always be. 

It was in that moment Rarity’s identity became that of a designer. It was then she knew her purpose. Her use. The reason she existed was to use clothes as a way to share herself with others and help them see themselves as they should. Someone worthy of the world entire. 

This was her use. 

She was a designer. 

So as she stepped into her workroom, the fabrics collecting dust and the sewing machine stashed in the corner and half-finished designs chucked into an overflowing trashcan, she felt her already hollow heart somehow crumble further, still in denial over one simple fact: 

She wasn’t a designer anymore. 

And if she wasn’t a designer, then she had no use to anypony. 

And if she had no use to anypony, she was worthless.

And if she was worthless, she was better off dead. 

“Rarity,” Twilight asked, her voice stern, and cold, and angry, and upset, and desperate. She stamped her hoof on the floor. “Please! What are you doing?! What are you saying?! Do you want to be miserable?” 

Rarity, tears in her eyes, heart bleeding out, stepped back. Angry. Afraid. Upset. Hateful. Towards Twilight, and everypony, and most importantly herself. 

She had a choice to make now. It is said a possibility stays nothing but a possibility unless spoken into truth, and this was that moment for Rarity. 

Whatever she said next… it would set in stone who she was. 

But we should start from the beginning, should we not?

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[burrowbaddie]

Your Eyes & Iridescent Moonrise

Joe Burrow x Female Reader

Series Summary: You, one of the top actresses in the world find yourself falling for the unbelievably attractive quarterback, Joe Burrow. But as Joe falls faster he finds that everything isn’t so golden about the world’s golden girl.

Acts: 4/?

Status: Ongoing

Please read the warning careful for this chapter. Proceed with caution; some content could be triggering!

Warnings: female!reader, smut, swearing, oral (m&f receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, taking plan b, mentions of toxic past relationship, age gap between ex and reader, mentions of past abusive relationship,

Act 4 Summary: You try your best to leave the past.

Word Count: 8.4k

Series Masterlist

You stand in your dressing room with Jackson pacing as his assistant tries to clean his shirt.

"Call the cops and have her arrested."

"Jackson-"

"She threw hot coffee on me! It could have burned my face. My chest!" He shouts.

"I'm sorry. Please, I'm begging you, don't call the cops. She didn't mean to do it."

"Claire, get out!" Jackson snatches the shirt from her, and his assistant scurries out of the room. Jackson steps close to you, and you cower.

"She's going to jail. She is going to pay for what she did to me." He whispers through clenched teeth.

"I'm begging you. I will take responsibility for it."

Jackson chuckles and steps back.

"I don't see you begging." He whispers. You brush your hair off of your face. Jackson's eyes stare at you, then slowly towards the ground, giving you his command without words. You slowly lift your skirt so you get on your knees. Clasping your hands together, you ask him to forgive Eliza.

"I want an apology from that bitch." Jackson sits in your chair as you reach your feet and leave the room to find Eliza with security. You grab her hand and bring her to the room. Jackson sits in your chair like a king, his right leg hanging over his left leg with a wide grin.

"Eliza, apologize to Jack-"

"Oh, he can go to hell. I will never apologize to him." She cuts you off, and you stare at her, stunned. Jackson shrugs.

"Eliza, please just say sorry. He's going to have you arrested." You warn her.

"Beg. She needs to get on her knees and beg for forgiveness. Or be charged with assault." Jackson smirks, and Eliza balls her fist.

"I would rather be in jail. It will be a slap on my wrist."

"You have no idea how many people I have on my payroll. Do you? Are you sure you want to take your chances, E?" Jackson asks. Eliza chews her bottom lip.

"I'll-"

You get back on your knees, begging, shocking Eliza.

"I'll forgive the act because my sunshine is such a pleaser. She knows how to keep me happy. Learn how to do the same, or you will find out how much power I have." Jackson says, standing up and walking out. You start crying as Eliza pulls you to your feet.

"Eliza, you have to stop. I know you want to help, but it will come back on me in the end."

"He assaulted you. Kissing you without permission. No, fuck him! When will it end!"

"Eliza, stop! I told you guys. I told you from the very beginning that he wouldn't stop. He's never going to let me be happy. It's him or no one." You scream. Eliza is silent. She reaches out to you, but you walk away. You return to the set, where everyone whispers about how wild that was. You apologize, saying she must have tripped. Jackson pulls you close and kisses your forehead.

"So, is this a thing?" Your costar asks. You shy away as Jackson pulls you close to his side. You're sick to your stomach and can't pull away.

"God, I knew it! The blue eyes threw me off on that post." Another chimes in. Eliza stands to the side, watching everything. You're so unreachable, and it breaks her heart. If only she met you years ago. Eliza decides to wait in the car and call Joe about what happened.

"He what? I was going to tell her sometime this week before the news broke, but I don't know. Jackson will be a co-owner soon. This is only going to push her further away from me. Every time we take one step forward, he drags us five steps back. I hate this guy." Joe shouts. Eliza leans her head against the window.

"Fill Janet in on everything. We'll fly out to you this weekend." Eliza hangs up as you enter the van.

"Do you want to go stay with Joe for a little?" Eliza asks. You stare out the window, thinking about what the next moves should be. Nodding your head, you grab your phone and book a flight to Cincinnati. Joe welcomes you with open arms. You find yourself lying in bed and melting in his warm embrace.

"I have training in the morning but feel free to lay here until I get back," Joe says, looking at the 5 am on the clock. You snuggle closer to him.

"Do you have to go?" You whisper. Joe thinks hard and sighs. Leaving you alone will kill him, but he can't afford to miss day one. He apologizes and leaves you with a bunch of kisses. You fall back to sleep and wake to the doorbell around 10 am. When you check the door, and see a big bouquet. You open the door and pick up the flowers, reading the note from Joe.

"From your celebrity crush, JB." You read aloud, giggling to yourself. After a fresh shower, Janet calls to let you know she is on her way over. You prepare yourself for the talk you know is coming.

"Eliza filled me in on what happened. I think we present him with a restraining order." Janet says, pushing the paper toward you. You shake your head.

"He knows too many judges. They would never accept it without evidence." You say, feeling defeated.

"No evidence, so everything is he said, she said." Eliza leans back in her seat.

"There's nothing. Any voicemail where he said threats? Have you…ever. Have you ever taken photos of yourself after the assault?" Janet asks. Your eyes stare at the counter top not moving or responding. Janet reaches out to take your hand.

"I think I can find the old voicemails, and there's, umm, there is a USB with stuff on it. But you can't leak it. You can't tell Jackson, and you can never show Joe. Promise me." You whisper, eyes still trained on the table.

"They will never know about it. Whatever you share with me, it will stay between us as long as you want." Janet replies. You tell her you can provide it once you get home. Eliza tells you she will visit her family and will meet you back in Cali in two weeks. You spend the rest of your day looking through Joe's apartment. Joe finds you in the kitchen cooking with only his t-shirt on.

"You look amazing. It smells amazing. I could get used to this." Joe whispers in your ear, kissing your neck. You smile.

"It's just spaghetti and a simple meat sauce." You turn around to give your boyfriend a full-on kiss. He slips his hands under your shirt to cup your ass. You moan into his mouth, and he raises his eyebrow.

"Might have to do dessert first." Joe chuckles. You push him off and turn back to the stove. Joe knows he should tell you about the Jackson thing, but you seem so relaxed, and he doesn't want to kill the mood. So, Joe doesn't mention it. Today, tomorrow, or the week after. He drags it out so long that he forgets about it. And it isn't until he comes home to find you and your things gone. The tv is on ESPN and playing loops about Jackson being an owner. Joe frantically calls you over and over again. You look down at your caller id and decide to answer his 5th attempt.

"Come back. I know I should've told you, but I didn't know when to bring it up. I'm sorry. Don't run."

"I'm in the parking lot." You whisper. Your Lyft driver asks you if he should leave, and you apologize, grabbing your things and exiting the car. He asks for an autograph, and you quickly scribble it onto the paper. Joe meets you in front of his complex. He grabs your bags, and you guys return to his apartment.

"Joey, he's not going to stop." You whisper. Joe hugs you rubbing your back.

"I don't care about this deal. I said I would protect you, and I mean. There's nothing he has against me."

"He has me. And he will use me against you any time he wants. You don't know him as I do. He's dangerous." You pull away from Joe and wipe your eyes.

"Look at me. Whatever he does isn't your fault."

"Joe-"

Joe takes your hands in his and gives you a warm smile.

"Say it. It isn't your fault."

"It's not my fault." You repeat, looking into Joe's eyes. He kisses your forehead once again, easing all of your worries. You stay for a few more days but convince Joe you have to return to California for work. It's a lie, but he doesn't need to know that. Jackson swings his door open, surprised to see you standing there.

"If I come back to you, you'll leave Joe out of it. Right?" You ask, clutching your bag tightly. Jackson reaches down, takes your bag, and nods his head. You follow him in the house. The house you left three years ago. The house you swore you would never return to. Your cage. Your prison.

"Although I'm already part owner, I won't make any drastic changes. He will definitely see a hefty pay increase." Jackson kisses your cheek. His hand holds your face softly, then a little tighter.

"I'm glad you came back to your senses. If you ever leave me again…..I'm not sure what I'll do." He whispers. Jackson walks away, and you feel your knees give out, hitting the ground with a soft thud.

"Oh, and fire that bitch assistant of yours. I don't want her near you ever again." He shouts, making his way up the spiral staircase. Joe's name flashes on your phone, but you can't bring yourself to answer it. You hover over the block button.

"I never cleared out your closet, so go put on something nice we have a dinner to go to," Jackson calls out. You pick yourself up and follow him to the bedroom. While Jackson showers, you walk into your closet. Jackson didn't lie. Everything was left in place since the day you left. Perfect. You push aside the Chanel section, open the small crevasse behind the panel, and pull out the USB drive. With a deep breath, you hurriedly stuff it into your jeans.

"Sweetheart?" Jackson calls from the bathroom, but you're already flying down the stairs out of the house and into your car. You sped all the way home and called Janet.

"I have it. I have the evidence."

"Send me everything!" Janet says excitedly, but you tell her the safest option is face-to-face, so a few days later, you fly back to Ohio. Joe welcomes you with open arms, a little surprised you finished up so quickly. When Janet comes over, you hand the USB to her and watch her plug it in. Joe stands off to the side, watching her. Janet opens the folder and then the file. The file is from the security camera in your shared house with Jackson. She presses play, and you grab Joe's wrist, stopping him from walking over. Eliza stands to the side, reading Janet's face. Your voice and Jackson's voice can be heard coming from the laptop then the audio fades out. Janet closes the laptop.

"We got him. I'll keep this safe but we will use this against him. What would you like him to do?" Janet asks.

"I want him to stay away from me and anyone I'm involved with. And to leave my career alone." You reply. Janet walks over to hug you.

"You leave the rest to us, okay?" Janet rubs your back. Janet and Eliza talk while you pull Joe away.

"I need to go NY for SNL, but-"

"Move in with me." Joe cuts you off, waiting for your response. You nod your head eagerly.

"Yeah. Sure. I'll move in with you." You throw your arms around Joe's neck as he scoops you up, kissing your face. You feel almost relieved with Janet, Alex, Eliza, and Joe in your corner. But your happiness is never long-lived with Jackson blowing up your phone. While in NYC, he flies in to speak with you. Janet and Alex immediately step in.

"I'm glad that you contacted her. Because the NDA you made an 18-year-old girl sign is void. This is the new contract, and you will follow the rules." Alex shoves the contract into Jackson's chest. He snatches it rolling his eyes, reading it over, and chuckling.

"And what makes you think I'll listen to you? Sunshine-"

"Do not talk to her." Janet steps in front of you protectively. Jackson chuckles again, making you feel small in the large hotel room.

"And if I don't listen?" Jackson steps forward, not intimidating the two women in front of him. You, on the other hand, cower away. Janet reaches behind, squeezing your hand. Alex holds up the flash drive.

"Because we have the evidence against you. And I know you know very well what's on this USB." She states, waving it. Jackson eyes the plastic piece, and he looks at you.

"You're blackmailing me. I love the women stand together bit you all have going on, but you have no idea who you're messing with. Release the footage. I dare you." He says, eyes still locked on you. You squeeze Janet's hand. Jackson knows that you would never release it.

"I'll have my lawyer look over this contract. I'm a reasonable guy." Jackson says, leaving with the paper. Alex and Janet turn around to hug you. It's over. Just like that, It's over? You spend the rest of the day getting your mind ready for SNL. It's your first time hosting, and you're super excited. During your opening bit, you wave to your family, who flew in to support you.

"My dad and brothers are the reason I'm able to be here in NYC hosting SNL. Thank you, guys, for all of your love and support. And with that, kick back and enjoy the show!" You shout, smiling. The show ends, and you can't contain the smile on your face. You felt nervous, but the cast made you feel at ease as you closed out and thanked everyone and the musical guest. After chatting with the staff, you go to your dressing room, where you find a bouquet from Joe. You smell them and close your eyes. How did you get so lucky with someone like him? You start to think you don't deserve, but before you can go down that tunnel, Joe calls you. You pick up the Facetime call.

"Hey, handsome. Thanks for the flowers."

"You're welcome, baby. I'm sorry I couldn't be there. You did amazing. You're so funny. I'm glad everyone got to see that side of you. My favorite skit was the cheerleading one." Joe says, sitting up so he can see you better.

"And why's that?"

"Idk; why don't you keep that outfit and come home." He replies, making the heat on your face rise. You unintentionally squeeze your thighs together.

"I'm going to go to California and pack up so we can, umm, move in together." You whisper, feeling excitement come over you. Joe smiles, excited about taking the next steps with you. Within a week, you arrive back in Cincinnati with a suitcase.

"This is all you have?" Joe laughs, picking up your suitcase.

"Yeah. I don't really need a lot, plus I can always shop. Right?"

"Right," Joe nods his head. But he's been in your house and has seen all your rooms, all your clothes, and all of your awards. This can't be the only thing you want to bring to your new place. Joe doesn't push you on the topic for now; instead, he takes your suitcase upstairs and lets you unpack and get comfortable. Joe has training but tells you to pick out any restaurant around, and he will take you when he gets home. While Joe is exercising, you decide to scroll Twitter and reply to some fans. Some fans have been curious about your love, making you giggle; no one knows yet. They still are guessing any blue-eyed actor. Then you see Jackson's name appear a few times because of the onset kiss. You sit up and call Eliza.

"Hey-"

"Jackson must have leaked the story about the onset kiss. He-"

"Rumor. We will say it's a rumor. No worries. Jackson can't do anything to you anymore. You're free from him." Eliza consoles you. The only thing you can do is try to calm your nerves. Janet, Eliza, and Alex have everything handled. The evidence is right there. There's no way Jackson can do anything else. So, when Joe comes home, you agree to dinner at some Italian restaurant. It feels good to be able to step out and not have paparazzi snapping photos of you. Leaving LA was a great move, you think to yourself. A few onlookers snap pictures of you, but it's better than what you usually deal with. The waitress is in awe of you and can't believe her eyes. She's too nervous to ask for an autograph, so you leave it on a napkin with your red lipstick kiss print. Joe takes you for a walk in the park and tells you about a Christmas from his childhood.

"I feel like I always talk about me. Tell me about your childhood." He asks, rubbing your hand. You shrug. For a year, Joe feels like each step he has taken toward you only makes you pull away further. He's been trying to get to know the woman behind the sad smile, but it isn't an easy quest.

"I don't know. My childhood was okay."

Joe stops walking so he can face you. He cups your face and bends down to kiss you. You close your eyes, letting the strawberry chapstick consume your mind.

"It's me, baby. I want you to be yourself." He whispers against your lips. You nod your head.

"My childhood was okay. My brothers and father made sure of it. My mother never wanted a 4th child, so it was hard to reach her. She didn't want another child; if she had to have one, she wanted another boy. So the fact that she had a girl, I think, broke her. She never treated me like she treated them. I actually never heard her say I love you to me once. My mother left us on my 8th birthday. My father had filed for divorce, so she blamed me and left before it got to that point. It was hard on my dad for a while. That was his high school sweetheart, and I ruined it for them."

"Baby." Joe's voice is soft and tender. His heart breaks for you, and the only thing he can do is pull you into a hug.

"So I guess it makes sense that I turned out the way I did." You mumble into his chest.

"There's nothing wrong with you. Your mother made her own choices. She missed out on one hell of a daughter. You're everything to your family and me. Don't let her actions control your decisions in life." Joe says, causing you to smile. He's too perfect, you think to yourself. And when the two of you get home, clothes off, light down, and bodies sharing one space.

"Baby." Joe groans, holding your hips and watching you ride him. You smile down at him placing your hands on his chest.

"You look so pretty under me." You say the line Joe has said to you before, causing him to chuckle. Joe sits up to bounce you on his cock faster to reach his climax. He hates when you tease him, and you've spent the last 5 mins edging him. Now, he's had enough. You squeal, trying to catch yourself, but Joe's thrusting is relentless. You dig your nails into his shoulders every time he lifts you and slams you down. But that isn't enough for him. Joe lays you down on the bed and holds your hips to fuck into you like there's no tomorrow. You squirm and moan as he continues to pound your pussy. You grab his wrist, preparing yourself, expecting another orgasm, but you find yourself squirting. Joe promptly pulls out to watch you unfold under him as he cums all over your stomach. He bends down to kiss your face because you tried to hide it.

"I bet I can make you squirt again."

"No. No." You giggle, feeling his hands already sneaking their way down your thigh.

"Yeah. Yeah." Joe ignores you, spreading your legs, causing your body to arch off the bed. Joe slips two fingers into your drenched cunt, making you bite your bottom lip. You loved the way Joe made you feel outside of the bedroom, but him in the bedroom was an experience you never wanted to give up. The way he has already memorized what your body wants was something to hold on to. Joe knew how to make you twist and turn in all the right ways while reaching his climax effortlessly. Joe knew when you had enough, and that was rare. You wouldn't call yourself an addict but would never turn down sex with Joe. It was just that good. So when the sun's rising and you're climaxing for the umpteenth time of the night, you don't question it. Joe kisses your sweaty forehead whispering how good you look right now.

"Shower or bath?" Joe asks, placing you on the bed as you unwrap your legs from his waist. Throughout your sexcapade, you've squirted numerous times on the bed, causing it to become soaked, so you guys moved to the floor and then, at one point, against the wall and then standing in the middle of the room while Joe bounced your weak body up and down. You try to catch your breath and let your mind think about every position you did with Joe. The guy had stamina like no other, and you're glad you're in relatively good shape to keep up. Joe starts kissing your body, and you lightly play with his hair. Joe kisses on your belly, and you can't help to break out in a smile.

"God, I want to make you a mother so bad." He whispers, making your smile grow. You want to be a mother. Besides becoming an actress, your most prominent dream is to become a mother. One you never had.

"I want to make you a father… someday." You reply. Joe looks up at you with a twinkle in his eyes. He stands up to take you to the shower, where you guys do have another round. Late in the afternoon, you find yourself lying on Joe on the couch, watching Netflix. You can't stop kissing him, and he's not complaining. His hands have found their way under your shirt to grab your ass. It doesn't help you're wearing nothing under his oversized T-shirt. You continue to make out with your boyfriend until his phone starts ringing.

"Hello?" Joe answers after the 2nd attempt. You continue to kiss his neck, making sure to suck another red bruise next to the one from last night.

"Party tonight. Yes, you have to come. It's at my place—just a few people. Bring your girl too. See you there!" Ja'Marr shouts, hanging up. Joe rolls his eyes and puts his phone down. You take this time to sit up and grab your own phone to answer emails and texts. You get a notification from Twitter and open the app. Of course, TMZ is reporting you getting extra cozy with a QB. No name is dropped, and you know that's Jackson's doing. No reports about you get out without his approval. But, of course, the people in the restaurant can say who the QB was. It's what you were hoping for, but Joe's name is not linked to yours at all. You know because you searched. Joe steals a kiss before informing you of the evening plans. You're actually excited to go to a party; even though Joe assures you it's small, you still want to go and meet more of his teammates/friends. But of course, no party Ja'Marr throws is ever small. You make sure to stay glued to your boyfriend most of the night. Some of the other football player girlfriend's pull you away but no longer than 10 mins. They want photos and chats with you. Some even talk you into joining their group chat for football girlfriends.

"Sorry, ladies, I have to steal my girlfriend away." Joe chuckles, pulling your hand. They shout at Joe for stealing you, but you thank him because you are getting overwhelmed. Joe ends up taking you to the basement, away from the crowded area. The basement was Ja'Marr's man cave and off-limits to guests. Joe hasn't seen the newly decorated room and is surprised when he turns on the light, and the stripper pole comes down from the ceiling.

"Wow." Joe laughs, finding a seat as you walk over.

"We can leave whenever you want. Ja'Marr told me this would be a small event for teammates."

"I'm having fun." You sit down on his lap. Joe looks at the pole.

"You know you had that one role in Saints of All Saints. I know it was short, but was that actually you or a stunt double?" Joe asks. You giggle, covering your mouth.

"You're asking if I had a stunt double for my stripper role? Despite what everyone thinks, I normally do my own stunts. And when it comes to that, I was, in fact, on the pole."

"Really? How did you learn that stuff? I know some people have stunt doubles for things like that."

"So when I first get presented with a role, if it's out of my knowledge like any sane person, I study it. I took pole dancing classes and paid women in the field to teach me. I got presented with the role, I studied, and then I auditioned." You say cheerfully, standing up.

"Would you like a private show, Mr.Burrow?" You ask, making your way to the pole. Joe nods his head eagerly. You look at the pole, noticing it is a spin pole. You make your way over to grab the remote to turn it on. Joe sits up, watching you take your position.

"So this was one of the first moves I learned. It's called the Fairy spin." You say, grabbing the pole with one hand above the second hand. Then you swing around, hooking your left ankle on the pole while your right leg propels you around the pole slowly. The next move you do is the chair. Which has you spinning in a sitting position, then you release your legs, lifting one up to parallel the pole before hanging upside down and forming a complete split. You spin around like that letting Joe take in the sight of you.

"If I get one in our house, will you use it?" Joe asks excitedly. You giggle and come down from the pole walking back over to him.

"Of course. I can show you a lot of things." You wink, sitting on his lap.

"We should get home like now." Joe stands up, holding you in his arms. You can't help but laugh because you felt his hard-on as soon as you sat down. When you guys get home, you get right to it. The next morning Joe leaves you for training. Joe does his best to stay focused, but Jackson is at the training center.

"Joe, can I have a word with you?" Brian, Joe's agent, pulls him out of a session.

"What's up?" Joe asks, taking his Bose headphones out.

"Jackson is here, and we've been going back and forth and-"

"Get to the point." Joe cuts him off.

"He wants to do a joint charity with you. This could be huge and-"

"No. Decline." Joe puts his headphones in, ready to walk away, but Brian grabs his arm.

"Are you kidding me? This could be a chance of a lifetime. Think about the revenue that you could bring in and the sponsorships. We're not turning this down." Brian states. Joe breathes through his nose.

"Decline the offer. I don't want to do anything with him."

"He owns your contract. The millions he just donated are for your contract alone. I think you might want to reconsider." Brian says, waiting for Joe to back down. But Joe doesn't.

"I don't want his fucking money."

"For what? This girl you've been seeing? Yeah, Jackson told me that you might be hesitant. Some Hollywood trick shouldn't stand in your way."

"What did you just say?" Joe stands face-to-face with his agent.

"Jackson said she filled your head with lies. Come on, are you really going to believe some girl that's been passed around in Hollywood?" Brian says not intimidated by Joe. Joe balls his fists at his side.

"The next thing that comes out your mouth better be about your resignation." Joe clenches his jaw.

"Excuse me?"

"You're fired." Joe walks away without another word leaving Brian stunned. Ja'Marr follows after Joe to get the whole story.

"Firing Brian? What's wrong with you, bruh-"

"I need an agent that will listen to me and not just be money hungry."

"He's looking out for you. If Jackson offered me this opportunity, I would take it! You're being insane. All this because of what?" Ja'Marr asks. Joe sighs and pulls his best friend to the side.

"It's not my place to go into detail, but Jackson isn't a good guy. The idol fantasy you had for him doesn't exist. Trust me." Joe says, going back to his workout. Ja'Marr doesn't fully understand, but he knows that Joe is a good judge of character. Joe arrives home to a full dinner laid out and scoops you up.

"Smells amazing, baby."

"Thanks. I thought I could keep myself busy." You giggle, kissing his lips. During dinner, you guys can't keep your hands off one another. It gets to the point where you sit on Joe's lap while he finishes his food.

"I have a week off. What do you say we go on a bit of vacation?" Joe asks, snuggling into your neck.

"Where should we go?" You ask, rubbing his back.

"Mexico, The Bahamas, France? Where ever my baby goes, I'll follow."

"Hmm, what if we just stay right here and spend our days together under each other." You whisper into his ear, biting his earlobe. Joe bucks his hips, and you start laughing at the immediate yes. And so, you stay right there in Cincinnati with your boyfriend: at home doing nothing but watching bad flicks, fucking, laughing, and even more fucking. Around day 6, you emerge from the apartment to do some grocery shopping. That's when you get a call from Jackson asking you to meet. He states that his lawyer looked over the contract. You know you should wait for Janet and Alex, but you wanted to hear what he had to say for yourself. But to your surprise, when you walk into the restaurant, you're met with a woman you thought you would never see again.

"Mom? What are you-What are you doing here?" You stutter, almost losing your balance.

"Jackson, umm, he was kind enough to contact me. Well, hire me. I'm representing him until my associate-"

Before your mother can finish, you try to walk away, but Jackson grabs your wrist lightly.

"Talk to your mother. She's been looking for you." Jackson says. You snatch your arm away.

"Why are you doing this to me?" You ask with tears in your eyes. Jackson bends down, kissing your forehead.

"I'm doing what's best for you like I've always had. Give her 10 mins." He states. You take your seat at the table across from your mother. She spends the next 30 mins telling you everything she's been up to since leaving your family. Your blood runs cold as she pushes over a photo of her two daughters.

"My oldest daughter is a huge fan-"

"I'm your oldest daughter." You reply, shaking in your seat.

"You know what I meant. I was working as a lawyer when Jackson came to me and said your name. I thought it would be better if he reached out first. It's the only way I knew you would sit with me. I won't take his case-I can't because of my relationship with you but-"

"We have no relationship. You can do whatever you want." You abruptly stand up, leaving the table with Jackson following you.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?" You cry, hitting his chest as he plants himself in front of you. Jackson holds your wrists and pulls you close to him.

"This can all be over if you come back to me. I will make everything bad in your life disappear. I promise."

"You are the bad in my life." You reply, pulling away. Your mother chases after you.

"I'm sorry. At that time, I was going through a lot. I never wanted a child and-"

"Sandra, I know you never wanted me, but you had me. I was a child. All I wanted was my fucking mother. Didn't I deserve that?" You shout, snatching away from her. Your mother wipes her tears, nodding her head.

"You did. And I'm trying to apologize."

"Stay away from me. That's the best thing you can do right now. Go enjoy your happy little life with your new family and stay the fuck away from me." You get into your car and drive off. When you get home, you angrily start slamming things on the counter and putting food away.

"What's wrong?" Joe asks, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"My fucking mother! He hired my mother to represent him. He knew exactly what he was doing."

"What? How did he find your mother?" Joe steps back to let you calm down.

"He knows everything about me. I told you. I told Janet. I told you all he wouldn't stop. And now my estranged mother is in this. I can't win. I want to stop all of it! I don't care anymore!" You storm off to the bedroom, leaving Joe to put away the groceries. Joe lets you cool down alone while he answers a call from Janet.

"Janet, slow down. What's wrong?"

"The USB is gone. I had it in my office, and it's just gone. Only my associates have access to my office. I can't believe this shit!" Janet shouts. Joe can't take any more bad news. He knows he can't tell you what happened, so Joe ends the call to find you. But you can read the expression on his face and know exactly what has happened.

"We can-"

"He's won. I'm not fighting him anymore. I told you guys he would never let me go, and you guys filled my head with all these lies like it was possible to live without Jackson Taylor. Newsflash the world is in the palm of his hands. It's over. Just let me go, Joe. We tried. We tried really hard." You sniffle. But Joe isn't ready to let go and watch you leave. He won't let Jackson win, not like this. So when you're all tucked away next to him for the night, Joe takes matters into his own hand. Everything Jackson has done has been sneaky and behind the scenes. This time Joe will make the first move.

You wake up to texts and emails from everyone under the sun. You jump out of bed and rush downstairs to find Joe making breakfast.

"Joseph. You posted me."

"I did," Joe says, flipping the pancake. You walk over and turn his toward you, showing him the post. It's a photo of you snuggled against Joe with the caption, "Your eyes and iridescent moonrise."

"I-why?" You ask, defeated.

"Because I love you, and it's about time you're put above everyone else. You deserve to be loved too, baby," Joe continues making breakfast as you stand to the side with a big smile on your face. You ignore the texts and emails and run to your IG to post many photos of Joe all over your story. And just like that, your relationship with Joe went public. Everyone became obsessed with the new couple. When you flew back to LA to pack up the rest of the house, paparazzi were all over the place to get a glimpse of the both of you. Joe made sure to keep his hands on you at all times. You couldn't help but indulge in the affection. While Joe loaded things in your truck, you get a text from an unknown number. Your mother is asking to see you again, properly this time. You ignore and block her number as Joe scoops you up.

"Everything is in the truck, and the company will pack the rest. Let's get on the road." He says, kissing your face. You wrap your arms around him as he sets you in the passenger seat. For the next few days, you guys will be on the road to your new home with Joe. And that long road trip has Joe falling deeper in love with you. He loves this brighter, carefree side of you. The way you scream the lyrics to your favorite songs at the top of your lungs, to you giggling fit over how serious he drives, to the kisses you steal when he's not paying attention, he loves it all. And when you arrive at your new home, unpacked, laying in your California King Bed stealing kisses from your boyfriend, you also fall.

"I have training soon. I should get up." Joe says, still kissing your belly. You stretch and roll over, allowing him to give to a soft tap on your ass.

"I will be here when you return." You reassure him. While Joe is away, you take the time to walk around the house. Joe bought a new home for both of you just to ensure you had enough room for all your things. You feel like the luckiest girl alive. Sitting at your piano, you start to think about what life could've been like for you if you met Joe first. Would you be able to say those three words? Could you see marriage in the future? Would the thought of love not scare you so often? Could you truly be loved? Your fingers ghost over the grand piano's keys as tears fall down your face. The truth is you're scared. The move across the country. The commitment. The public knows about your relationship. It scares you so bad. You don't have time to wallow in your fears because Karen is calling you. Her message is simple and straight to the point. You meet her at the hotel she's staying at to discuss your future.

Karen throws a magazine into your lap. It's photos of you and Joe in LA.

"Have you lost your fucking mind? Don't answer; I will. Yes. Do you even want to know what the agency is saying? You are only marketable as a single woman. Once you get into a relationship, your value goes down. You're not desired anymore! Have I not built that into your head? You are getting on the first flight with me back to LA, and we will find a way to spin this. We'll throw that blue-eyed pretty boy under the bus if we have to." Karen starts typing on her phone.

"I'm not leaving. I'm going to stay here with Joe. I'm happy here." You reply, throwing the magazine down. Karen scoffs and rolls her eyes.

"This fantasy that you think you'll be able to live is cute. Even if I allowed you to stay in it…What would Jackson do? Hmm?"

A knock comes to the door, and you freeze up, watching Karen walk away. Of course, when she opens the door, you're not surprised to see Jackson. You immediately stand up from your chair as he makes his way over.

"I tried my best to protect you," Karen whispers. Jackson takes a seat and motions for you to sit down. You shake your head and remain standing.

"I have given you time and time again to come back to me. But this..Ha. This is where I draw the fucking line."

"I don't care about your threats. I will never come back to you. Ruin my career. I don't care anymore. I'm tired of running from you, Jackson. I'm glad that Karen called you here because this will be easier for me to do with both of you here. Come August, I'm retiring. Karen will no longer be my agent, and you will no longer have any say in my career because it's over." You say confidently. Karen stands there in complete shock as Jackson chuckles to himself. He stands up, fixing his suit and laughing to himself. Chills run down your neck, and you look at Karen.

"She's joking. She-"

Jackson flips the side table over, startling you and Karen.

"I took you from your piss poor fucking life and made you into the star you are today. How fucking dare you? Retire? You have to be joking me!"

"I worked hard for everything I have. I-"

"Because of me! Do you think you would be anywhere without me? Without my support, without me backing you. You ungrateful little bitch!" Jackson storms towards you, and Karen steps in front of his path.

"Jackson. Relax. She can't be serious. She-"

Jackson shoves her to the floor.

"You were supposed to watch her. I gave you this job to fucking watch her. Tell me how she ended up with him. How did she end up so fucking disobedient?" He looms over her, shouting. You stand there too frightened to move.

"I'm not a fucking babysitter! I'm an agent. She's not my only client! I can't follow her 24/7!"

"She is your biggest client. I hand-picked her for you. I set her on your doorstep. She is the only person in this world you should care about." Jackson spits. He turns his glare back to you. You put up your hands, expecting a slap, but Jackson reaches out and grabs your hand softly. Karen stands up, cursing at him.

"Stop. I'm not doing this with you anymore. Your little women group of lawyers, your retirement talk. It stops now, or I promise he will never play football again. I will make sure he can only eat through a fucking straw. Do you understand me?" Jackson whispers against your forehead. He places a soft kiss after those threatening words. Karen can't make eye contact with you. Jackson gives your hair a rough tug.

"Sunshine, I asked you a question."

You nod your head obediently. Jackson kisses the side of your mouth and walks away, leaving you to fall to your knees.

"I'm sorry. I really am. Just do what he says. You're going to ruin so many people's lives over this. It's not worth it."

You return home feeling defeated. You're so lost in your thoughts you don't hear Joe calling you.

"Baby. What's wrong?"

"Jackson-"

"What did he say? Why is he still contacting you?"

"He threatened you. Joe-"

"Whatever he said, it's not going to happen. He wants you to be miserable like him. I'm not letting that happen. We are fine. Look at me?" Joe softly pulls your chin up to look into his ocean eyes. You nod your head. You trust Joe. You know that you can trust him.

"I'm sorry. I'm just used to fighting him alone. I always lose, so I thought-"

"And you're not alone anymore." Joe scoops you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. You start kissing as he carries you to the bedroom.

The next day Jackson is on sight at training. Joe does his best to ignore him and focus on working, but in the back of his mind, he's dying to hit him.

"Looking good there, buckshot." Jackson slaps Joe on the back. Joe turns around, glaring at him. He gives him a half smile and holds out his hand. Jackson takes it, and Joe squeezes down hard.

"Go near her or speak to her again; I'm not playing nice guy anymore. I will handle things myself. Don't even think about her anymore. That's not a threat. That's a promise." Joe whispered through clenched teeth as the coach made his way around. Joe lets go and slaps Jackson's shoulder extra hard.

"Welcome to the team." He says, walking off. Jackson flexes his hand and takes s a deep breath. Sam catches up with Joe, asking him about that exchange.

"It's nothing."

"Come on. We're like brothers; whatever is bothering you, I want to know."

Joe finally gives in and lets Sam in on some of the things happening. Sam is blown away by everything.

"What the hell? Is she okay?"

"She's okay now," Joe replies, taking a deep breath.

"I'm glad you told me. If you guys need anything, you let me know," Sam pats Joe on the back before walking off. When Joe returns home, he finds you knitting in the living room. He chuckles to himself, making his way over. You lean back as your boyfriend stands behind the couch and bends to kiss you.

"What are you making?" He asks, rubbing your face.

"Mittens. If I'm returning to cold winters, I should prepare myself." You reply, showing off your work.

"Baby, winter is a long time away." Joe laughs. He tells you he will hop in the shower and join you after. While you wait for Joe, Janet calls you with updates about the USB and moving forward. You tell her about Jackson's threats, and she reassures you Joe is safe. Janet tells you that Alex will contact you soon. Joe comes downstairs and joins you. You do your best to teach him, but Joe gives up after a while and watches you.

"What are you going to do about your mother?" Joe asks. You put down your mittens and sigh.

"Nothing. I really don't want anything to do with her. Maybe if this were ten years ago, I would let her in, but I'm trying to heal, and I don't think she can be part of my healing process right now. Is that okay?" You ask, looking to Joe for an answer. Joe grabs your hand and runs his thumbs over your soft skin.

"Whatever you need to do to heal." He says, kissing your hand. You throw yourself onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You want to say the words. All you have to do is say those three little words, but they won't come out.

Over the next few days, you meet with Eliza, Alex, and Janet to discuss the next moves.

"I want you and Joe to do whatever you want without restrictions. Jackson doesn't own you, nor can he control everything. He bribed my associate, so the USB is gone, and that's on me. I apologize for being so careless." Janet says.

"It's not your fault. This is how Jackson plays. Dirty. The USB is gone, but I have scars that will last me a lifetime. I didn't want that footage to get out anyways." You reply, leaning back on the couch. Eliza looks at Janet and then Alex.

"The last thing we wanted to mention, umm, have you thought about seeing a therapist," Janet speaks up for the group. You sit up straight and look around at the women in the room.

"I don't need therapy. I'm okay. I-"

"You're not okay, and that's okay. You've been through a lot of trauma, and we think-"

"No therapy. I should get going. I have a doctor's appointment." You stand up and grab your purse and keys, walking the group out. Eliza stops to say something but closes her mouth. You don't know what she wanted to say but leave it alone and head to the office. You've spent the last few weeks getting everything switched over from California to Ohio. It was a grueling process, but you were finally able to find a GYN. You wanted to get your IUD removed for your future with Joe. This was an exciting new chapter in your life, and you didn't want anything to hold you back.

"Your tubes are tied." The doctor looks at the screen as she continues analyzing the screen. You sit up on your elbows, staring at the screen in confusion.

"What are you talking about?" You ask. The doctor points to the screen showing you images of exactly where your tubes are tied off.

"I-How is that possible? I never did anything like that. I-I never had my tubes tied."

"Have you had any medical procedures done to your reproductive system?" She asks. You freeze, and your chest becomes heavy.

"When I was 19, I had an abortion, but that was it. Dr. Han, he performed an abortion and-"

"I need you to tell me the facility, date, and time of this."

"I can't have babies?" Your voice is broken as tears fall down your face. The doctor sighs and moves to comfort you.

"There is a reversal process, but even then, it is only a 30% chance you could become pregnant, given your age and how long your tubes have been tied." She states. You zone out for the rest of the appointment. When you reach the car, you call Dr.Han.

"Why? Why did you do that to me?" You whisper. The line is silent.

"Jackson found out about your abortion. I don't know how. He was upset and threatened my license, and my family. I had no choice. I'm so sorry. I wish I could take it back." Dr. Han replies.

"I was 19 years old. I was terrified. I was alone. I came to you for help! And you took it all away from me! You took the one thing in life away from me!" You scream.

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. You know how Jackson can be you-"

"No! You don't get to say that to me!" You shout. Dr.Han is silent as you cry.

"I'm so sorry." He repeats.

You hang up the phone and return home to find Joe working out. As soon as he makes eye contact with you, you break down. Joe turns off the music and stops his activities running over to you.

"Hey? What's wrong? Baby, look at me." Joe wears a look of concern and confusion.

You can't stop the choking sobs that fall from your throat, so Joe holds you until your sobs become silent screams. It takes Joe another 30 mins to get you to calm down. When you are calm, it takes another 10 mins for you to tell Joe. Joe is speechless. Janet, Eliza, and Alex arrive 15 mins later.

"I'll go public. About everything. It's not going to get away with what he did to me." You sniffle. Eliza holds your hand while Joe rubs your back.

"I will formally start the process. Prepare yourself for everything."

Joe stays with you all night, but at 6 he has to go to training. As soon as Joe spots Jackson, he walks up to him, hitting him square in the face. Sam is quick to pull Joe off before he can cause more damage. Jackson gets up, wiping the blood off his nose.

"Dr.Han called me, so I can only guess what this punch was for. She should be thanking me. I saved her from living a miserable life like her mother!" Jackson shouts. Sam holds Joe back because he's ready to punch him again. The coach walks in on the situation, and Joe ends up being suspended for the day. You're shocked when he walks into the house but relieved.

"What can I do for you?" He asks, hugging you. You shrug.

"I have to tell my family about all of this. Before charges are formally filed, I need to explain to my dad that the person he thought was a good person was my living nightmare. It's going to break his heart. He'll blame himself, maybe even me for being so dumb and-"

"Your father will not blame you. I will be right there with you. Lean on me for anything you need." Joe explains. You take a deep breath and make the call inviting your father and brothers over for the weekend.

A/N: I know it has been like a month or something since the update but I'm so busy working and going to school. I hope you enjoyed this update sorry if its ass! It touches on a lot of subjects I hope it wasn't too triggering but soon everything will be out and that asswipe will get his and you can happily move on with Joey! He's so supportive and loves reader so much. So we will see what happens. Omg the next chapter is going to have a small couples GQ interview for reader x Joe so send in some couples question to give me some inspo! Thanks love you guys!!!

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ohmygod blurb this pleeaaseeee https://twitter.com/strghtoutamag/status/1684421064888307712?s=46&t=xaBoZPI0h5lkCj6vqL_9cg

Ok, even though requests are closed. I'm a people pleaser and don't know how to set boundaries, so here you go. it's a bit short.

warnings: none

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"Hey baby?" Matty settled into the makeshift seat he'd assumed on the toilet cover, leaning his back against the cold bathroom wall and smiling up at her as she scoured her makeup bag in front of the mirror.

"mhm." she mumbled an acknowledgement of his presence, keeping her eyes on her mascara tubes and concealer bottles.

"you're pretty." he chirped, giggling to himself.

"Thanks, Matty." she looked down at the products she'd assembled to make sure she had everything: primer, foundation, concealer, eyebrow pencil, eyeshadow palettes, highlighter and blush combo, lip liner and lipstick, and, of course, mascara.

"No, I mean, you're pretty. You don't need- all THAT" he crossed his legs and pointed to her assembly line. "don't need makeup at all."

she turned to face him, cracking a smile as soon as their eyes met, and blowing him a kiss before turning back to the mirror again.

"I know I don't. I'm stunning. I just do it cuz I like it, not cuz I wanna be pretty."

Matty clapped dramatically shouting out praise and calling her a queen. She chuckled, shaking her head as his applause echoed around the bathroom.

"What's all this, anyway?" he asked as the noise that he'd caused died down.

"You've worn makeup before! You know how it is."

"I usually just put on a bit of color on my eyelids, some lipstick, and called it a day. You....look like you're discovering a new chemical element.... for example, what's that invisible shit that you're putting on right now? I never did that."

It was hard for her not to laugh and pause her precise application and delicate brush work every time Matty spoke. "That's a primer. you put it on before your makeup so that it stays on."

Matty took in her explanation, mulling it over in silence for a moment. She thought she'd satisfied his curiosity, but he spoke again. "like pre-treating a canvas before painting?"

"exactly."

" is that why i used to look like someone had punched me in the eye by the end of every gig back when I wore makeup?"

"sure...let's go with that explanation." she gave him a playful smile through their reflections in the mirror.

"what step are you on now?" he asked, his eyes studying her movements with the reverence of a child looking up at their parents. It was endearing how invested her was.

"Why don't you come over here. Wanna try this stuff? I could do your face..."

"really?" to her surprise, Matty was on his feet instantly.

A willing subject at first, Matty giggled and squirmed whenever her makeup brushes "tickled" his face. It definitely doesn't take her that long to do her own face.

"Alright, all done. you can look in the mirror now." she clasped her hands together, proud of her inspired work. "do you like it?"

"...wow." Matty's lips rounded as he studied himself in the mirror. "I look- I'm glowing. Fuck and the way you made those colors look like they blend together- it's- i'm gorgeous." He turned his face to one side then the other, admiring himself from all angles, then messing with his hair a bit.

"Okay, just let me take a picture of you first, before you wash it off."

He frowned, turning to look at her as she pulled out her phone.

"wash it off? why would I wash it off? after allll that work you put into it-"

"what, you're gonna be seen in public with a full face of makeup on?"

"it's called glam" he made a gesture of flipping his hair. "and, yeah, why the fuck not?"

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4. Prostitution

cw/tw: Abby x fem!reader tbh no warnings rlly apply

wc: 1372

an: thank you guys for 300 followers ahh! Sorry i posted so late in the day and I hope you really like it! I know nothing about todays prompt so I hope I did good.

If there was one thing Abby never thought she’d it would probably be getting a prostitute. She was attractive and if she wanted to sleep with someone usually she could. But there was something about you. And she knew the worst thing she could do is buy some of your time and end of falling for you but as she lingered at the doorway of the strip club, she was drastically rethinking things. A couple weeks prior, she and a few friends went the bar connected to the club and when she followed Manny who went to chat it up with some of the strippers she saw you. Everyone knew that the strippers at this club did extra favors but that was honestly one of the last things on her mind when she looked you. At first glance all she could think about was how stunning you were, how your energy brought up the people around you and how your excitement seemed to spread. You were wearing a pretty modest outfit for a strip club, a one piece costume with deep v neckline showing cleavage with your hair down and knee high heels to which Abby couldn’t help but stare. Manny instantly noticed and started to tease her when she blushed.

Now, standing in the doorway of the club, she nervously looked around for you. The other dancers were up on stage dancing but her eyes didn’t linger. Asking the bartender if you were here, he gladly called you over and she suddenly got very nervous. Her palms were sweating and her hands started to shake.

“Hi, how are you doing tonight honey?” You asked in a sultry tone of voice.

“Uh-I was just wondering if-“ she stuttered. You giggled a bit and gave such an amazing smile Abby felt like her throat was closing. She swallowed and tried her best to ask,

“Um how much would a private dance cost?”

“To get into the private vip area with me is $150 and lap dances are $50 each.”

“Done. Um no problem.” You nodded and gestured for her to follow as you walked through one of the back doors into a small room with a couch. Abby sat down on the couch, fiddling with her fingers as she sent over the money.

“Take a breath and relax sweetie. I promise you’re going to feel so much better.” She gulped and nodded, taking in what you were wearing. You donned a beautiful violet two piece, the bra having a cut out in the front showing off your chest and a thong bottom with matching pleaser shoes.

“So what’s your name?”

“Abby.”

“Well hello Abby. What brings you here?” You asked. She could swear you were eyeing her muscular arms but quickly dismissed herself.

“You.” You laughed again and said,

“I’m glad to hear that. Before I start to dance, let’s go over some boundaries. During lap dances you are not to touch me. If you want to though that’s another conversation that comes with a price.” You said with a wink.

“What about you, is it okay if I touch you?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s fine. I don’t have any like hard boundaries or anything.” She said. You nodded and hummed while setting up the music. As you preceded to dance on her, Abby watched intently on the way your body moved. The jiggle of your ass, the curve of your hips, your chest. Her underwear was soaked. She slipped her hands underneath her thighs and wished she could just touch you. You had such a magnetic force of energy around you and it was hypnotizing. She tried to not look too much like a hungry animal staring at its prey but you would her a beaming smile and all her thoughts would disappear. As soon as it started, the dance was over and she was eager in her want to go forward.

“What did you think?” You asked, letting your fingers twist the front piece of hair that was free from her braid.

“You’re too pretty to think.” She answered honestly.

“How much would it be if we were too- if I wanted to have sex with you?”

“$300 per half hour.” Abby nodded quickly and sent the money over before you could even blink.

“Eager, are we?” You teased. She blushed and you gave a giggle.

“If we’re going to have sex, we need to talk about it first. What do you want to do specifically?” She blushed even more furiously and tried to avoid eye contact with you.

“Look at me.” You said and she felt herself dripping.

“Um I want to kiss you, touch you, you know. I’d like to eat you out and scissor.” She got really quiet at the last part and you honestly found her embarrassment a bit cute. For someone as buff and intimidating as she was, the way you had her wrapped around your finger was adorable.

“I’m okay with that. You can touch me wherever, just no marks Is there anything off limits?” Abby nodded no and sat your self on her lap and kissed her square on the lips. She immediately kissed back and let her arms snake around you pulling you closer. You ground against her and slipped your tongue in her mouth. She gave a quiet little moan and continued,

“You can be loud, it’s okay. No one is going to hear us.” You ghosted your fingers on the sides of her jaw before kissing her again. She hugged on your waist and let her hands travel up to palm your chest through your top.

“Take it off.” You muttered into the kiss. She unclasped your top and let it fall to admire you.

“You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.” She traced your nipples with the pads of her fingers and squeezed your breasts.

“Can I suck on them?” You nodded and she leaned forward to tentatively place her mouth on your nipples. She sucked and loved on your chest making you groan. Abby slipped her own shirt, bra and pants off to match you. Her muscle made you drool and mentally decided that she was one of the very few people your would actually think about having sex with outside of work. She set you down on the couch so you were laying down and kissed down your stomach. She let her lips linger right above the seam of your bottoms and looked up at you. You nodded and gave her reassurance and she slipped your bottoms down and stared at your pussy.

“Gorgeous,” she muttered. She set your mouth right on you and slotted her head between your thighs. If there was a heaven, it would be in between your legs. She moaned into you and proceeded to eat you out and to your surprise she was actually very good at it. It was genuinely pleasurable and you noises reflected that. She pressed a kiss on your clit and started to suck.

“Oh my god. Fuck, Abby.” You moaned. She kept sucking and moaned louder and louder.

“God. You’re so good.” You held onto her arms which gripped your thighs as you whispered,

“Gonna cum, gonna cum.” Abby suddenly stopped and pulled away and you gasped at the lack of contact. She slipped her own underwear off and placed her own cunt against yours. You gasped again and moaned she started to move.

“Abby, Abby!” You groaned. She sped up and set a good pace that left you near tears. Her pussy felt amazing on yours, both of your wetness mixing. Her moans started to pick up as well and you cried out that you were going to cum again.

“Cum, cum for me.” She urged. You both came simultaneously and were left gasping and moaning. Abby flopped back on the couch, catching her breath.

“Damn girl, you’re actually so good at that. What the fuck?” You said, mostly to yourself. She grinned at you as you both started to clean yourselves up and get dressed.

“It was nice to…do this?” She trailed off awkwardly. You laughed a genuine laugh and sent her off, waiting to excitedly tell your friends about quiet, buff woman that randomly walked in to see you.

[forkfulofflavor]

High Altitude Brownie Shortbread Bars with Ganache Ingredients: Shortbread Crust: 1 cup all-purpose flour, spooned and leveled 1/3 cup granulated sugar 1/2 tsp coarse Kosher salt (use half the amount if using table salt) 1/2 tsp vanilla extract 1/2 cup cold unsalted butter, diced Brownies: 1/2 cup unsalted butter 1 cup granulated sugar 1/2 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips 2 tsp vanilla extract 2 large eggs 2/3 cup unsweetened, Dutch-processed cocoa powder 1/3 cup all-purpose flour, spooned and leveled 1/4 tsp coarse Kosher salt (use half the amount if using table salt) 1-2 tsp instant espresso powder (optional) Ganache: 4 oz good-quality dark chocolate (55-60% cacao) 4 oz heavy whipping cream Directions: Shortbread Crust: Preheat the oven to 350°F (175°C). Line an 8x8 inch square baking dish with parchment paper, allowing the paper to overhang the sides for easy removal later. In a bowl, mix the flour, sugar, salt, and vanilla. Add the cold, diced butter and use a pastry cutter (or food processor) to cut the butter into the dry ingredients until the mixture forms moist crumbs. Press the crumb mixture evenly into the bottom of the prepared pan. Bake for 15 minutes until pale golden brown. Set aside to cool slightly. Reduce oven temperature to 325°F (160°C). Brownies: In a large saucepan, melt the butter and sugar over medium heat until it begins to bubble. Cook for 2 minutes, then remove from heat. Stir in the chocolate chips and vanilla until the chocolate is melted and the mixture is smooth but grainy. Let cool for 10 minutes. Beat in the eggs, one at a time, until smooth. In a separate bowl, sift together the cocoa powder, flour, salt, and espresso powder (if using). Stir the dry ingredients into the batter until just combined. The batter will be thick. Spread the brownie batter evenly over the baked shortbread crust. Bake at 325°F for exactly 25 minutes. The top should be crackled and slightly puffed. Let the brownies cool completely. Ganache: Finely chop the dark chocolate and place it in a bowl. Heat the cream in a small saucepan over medium heat until it begins to simmer around the edges. Remove from heat and pour the hot cream over the chopped chocolate. Stir until the ganache is smooth and shiny. Spread the ganache over the cooled brownies and let it set for about an hour. If desired, sprinkle with reserved chopped chocolate for a decorative finish. Cutting: Once the ganache is set, lift the brownies out of the pan using the parchment paper overhang. Place them on a cutting board and use a sharp knife to cut into clean slices, wiping the knife between cuts for neat edges. Prep Time: 30 minutes | Cooking Time: 40 minutes | Total Time: 1 hour and 10 minutes (plus time for cooling and setting) Kcal: 350 kcal per bar | Servings: 16 bars These High Altitude Brownie Shortbread Bars with Ganache are a perfect combination of textures and flavors. The buttery shortbread base provides a crisp contrast to the rich, fudgy brownie layer, and the silky chocolate ganache adds an indulgent finish. Each bite delivers a satisfying crunch followed by a smooth, melt-in-your-mouth experience, making this dessert both elegant and irresistible. Ideal for high-altitude bakers, these bars are not only visually stunning but also decadent enough to impress at any gathering. The ganache adds a luxurious touch, and the simplicity of the recipe ensures you can make these treats without any hassle. Serve them as a special dessert or bring them to your next party for a guaranteed crowd-pleaser.

[nj-6-girl]

Outfits

The episode begins with the familiar buzz of anticipation in the air as the lights dim and the upbeat music of Nothing Prepared plays in the background. The show, known for its unscripted and hilarious conversations, had invited countless idols, but tonight’s guest was someone special—Micha, the ethereal beauty from NewJeans, who had recently made headlines for her relationship with a certain global superstar. The audience was excited, not only for the juicy stories that might be revealed but also for the undeniable chemistry between Micha and the host, Lee Youngji.

The camera pans to Youngji, who’s already seated with a mischievous grin on her face. She’s dressed casually, but her eyes are sparkling with excitement as she prepares to introduce her guest.

Youngji: “Hello, everyone! Tonight’s episode is going to be legendary because we have someone very special joining us. She’s not just a top idol, but she’s also my friend. Please give a warm welcome to the stunning Micha from NewJeans!”

The crowd goes wild as Micha steps onto the set, her outfit a perfect mix of high fashion and laid-back comfort. Her long hair falls effortlessly over her shoulders, framing her face, which lights up with a smile as she sees Youngji.

Micha: “Youngji! It’s been so long!”

Youngji: (Getting up to hug Micha) “Micha! You look gorgeous as always. How do you do it?”

Micha: (Laughing) “It’s all makeup and good lighting. But you look amazing too!”

Youngji: “Oh, stop! I’m blushing! But seriously, it’s been a while since we last hung out. I remember the first time we met—you thought I was too much, didn’t you?”

Micha: (Grinning) “I did! I remember thinking, ‘This girl has way too much energy for me.’ But then we started talking, and I realized we had so much in common. Who would’ve thought we’d end up being friends?”

Youngji: “Right? I think it was fate. We just clicked. And here we are, about to get drunk together on YouTube !”

Both of them laugh as Youngji pulls out a bottle of soju, pouring generous shots for them both.

Youngji: “Alright, let’s start with a drink. To friendship and to tonight’s chaos!”

Micha: “Cheers to that!”

They clink glasses and down the soju in one go, the familiar burn quickly replaced by a sense of warmth and excitement.

Youngji: “Okay, Micha, you know how this goes. We’re going to play some drinking games, share some stories, and I’m going to try my best to embarrass you. Are you ready?”

Micha: (Grinning) “Bring it on!”

Youngji: “First game—‘Truth or Drink.’ I’m going to ask you some juicy questions, and if you don’t want to answer, you have to take a shot. Sound good?”

Micha: “Sounds dangerous, but I’m in.”

Youngji: “Perfect! Let’s start off easy. What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you during a performance?”

Micha: (Laughing) “Oh, there’s so many! But I think the worst was when my mic pack fell off during a live broadcast. It just dropped, and I had to pretend nothing happened while trying to fix it without anyone noticing. Spoiler: everyone noticed.”

Youngji: (Laughing hysterically) “I remember that! I saw the clips online, and you handled it like a pro, though. But I can’t imagine how stressful that must’ve been.”

Micha: “It was terrifying at the time, but now I can laugh about it. It’s just one of those things that happen.”

Youngji: “Alright, let’s get to the good stuff. I have to ask—how did you and your boyfriend meet?”

Micha blushes slightly, already knowing where this was going. She’s used to the teasing by now, especially from Youngji.

Micha: “Oh, we met in an event. It was really casual at first, just hanging out. But then we started talking more, and… well, here we are.”

Youngji: “You’re being so vague! I’m dying here! But alright, I’ll let you off the hook—this time. Let’s move on to something else. I want to know a surprising fact about you that your fans don’t know.”

Micha: “Hmm… Let me think. Oh! Here’s one—I’m actually a huge people pleaser. I know it might not seem like it, especially with how I come across on stage, but I always worry about making everyone around me happy. It’s something I’ve been working on for a while now.”

Youngji: “Wow, I wouldn’t have guessed that. You always seem so confident and self-assured. How has that affected you as an idol?”

Micha: “It’s been tough, honestly. When I first started, I would say yes to everything because I didn’t want to disappoint anyone. I wanted to be perfect, but I realized that it’s impossible to make everyone happy all the time. I’ve learned to set boundaries, but it’s still something I struggle with. Being an idol means you’re constantly in the spotlight, and there’s this pressure to always be perfect. It took me a while to accept that it’s okay to have flaws.”

Youngji: “That’s really deep, Micha. I think a lot of people can relate to that, even if they’re not in the public eye. It’s refreshing to hear you talk about this.”

Micha: “Thanks, Youngji. It’s something I’ve been wanting to share for a while. I think it’s important for people to know that idols are just like everyone else—we have our insecurities and struggles too.”

Youngji: “Absolutely. And that’s why people love you so much, Micha. You’re real, and you’re not afraid to show it.”

They take another shot, the atmosphere lightening up again as the soju starts to take effect.

Youngji: “Okay, let’s lighten the mood with another game. ‘Never Have I Ever.’ You know how it goes, right?”

Micha: “Of course! Let’s do it.”

Youngji: “Alright, I’ll start. Never have I ever… fallen asleep during a photoshoot.”

Micha takes a drink, laughing as she remembers the incident.

Micha: “Guilty! It was a long shoot, and I was so tired that I dozed off in between takes. The photographer had to wake me up!”

Youngji: (Laughing) “That’s hilarious! I’m sure you still looked flawless, though.”

Micha: “I wish! I woke up with a huge pillow mark on my face. Not my best moment.”

Youngji: “Alright, your turn!”

Micha: “Never have I ever… accidentally texted the wrong person.”

Youngji groans and takes a drink.

Youngji: “I’ve done that so many times! The worst was when I sent a message meant for my manager to my mom. It was about something work-related, and she had no idea what I was talking about.”

Micha: “That’s classic! I’ve definitely done that too. It’s always so awkward.”

As the games continue, Micha and Youngji get progressively more tipsy, their laughter filling the studio. Micha starts to loosen up even more, her natural charm and wit shining through. Youngji, ever the playful host, decides to take the conversation in a new direction.

Youngji: “Micha, I have to say—you’re absolutely stunning. I remember when we first met, I was just in awe of your beauty. Has it ever gotten you into trouble?”

Micha: (Blushing) “You’re too sweet! But yes, actually. There was this one time when I was shopping, and this guy just wouldn’t leave me alone. He kept following me around the store, and it was getting really creepy. I had to call my manager to come get me!”

Youngji: “Oh my gosh, that’s terrifying! But I’m not surprised. You’re like a real-life princess, and people just can’t handle it.”

Micha: “It was definitely scary at the time, but now it’s just a funny story to tell. But I really appreciate the compliment, Youngji.”

Youngji: “Anytime, girl! You deserve all the praise. But let’s get back to the fun stuff. I want to know—what’s the most ridiculous rumor you’ve heard about yourself?”

Micha: (Laughing) “Oh, there are so many! But I think the funniest one was that I’m secretly married. Like, who even comes up with these things?”

Youngji: (Laughing) “That’s insane! But also kind of amazing. You’re out here living a double life, apparently.”

Micha: “Apparently! But seriously, I’m very much single—well, you know what I mean.”

Youngji: (Winking) “I know exactly what you mean. And I’m sure your ‘not-so-secret’ boyfriend is watching this and laughing right now.”

Micha just laughs, her face flushing slightly at the mention of her relationship.

As the night goes on, the two friends continue to drink and share stories, their voices getting louder and their laughter more uninhibited with each passing moment. Micha, now visibly tipsy, leans back in her chair, a wide smile plastered on her face as she looks at Youngji.

Youngji: "You know, Micha, I think this is the most relaxed I've ever seen you. It's nice seeing you like this—just you being yourself."

Micha: (Giggling) "It's the soju talking, I swear. But I’m having so much fun. I feel like I can really let loose with you."

Youngji: "That's what this show is all about—no scripts, no filters. Just good friends and good times. Speaking of which, I have one last question for you before we dive into another game."

Micha: "Hit me with it."

Youngji: "You've been in the industry for a while now, and you’ve achieved so much at such a young age. But I want to know—what’s the biggest lesson you’ve learned since you debuted?"

Micha’s expression softens as she considers the question, her tone growing more serious.

Micha: "I think the biggest lesson I've learned is that it’s okay to put myself first sometimes. When I first debuted, I was so focused on making everyone happy—my fans, my company, my members. But in doing that, I kind of lost sight of what I wanted, you know? I realized that I can't pour from an empty cup, and taking care of myself is just as important as taking care of others. It's been a tough lesson, but an important one."

Youngji: (Nodding) "That’s so true. I think a lot of people in the industry struggle with that. But it’s really admirable that you’ve come to that realization. It shows how much you’ve grown."

Micha: "Thanks, Youngji. It’s still a work in progress, but I’m getting there."

Youngji: "We’re all works in progress. But enough of the deep stuff—I think it’s time for another game. What do you say?"

Micha: (Laughing) "I’m always up for a game!"

Youngji: "Perfect! Let’s play 'Random Questions.' I have this jar full of random questions, and we’ll take turns pulling one out and answering it. If you don’t want to answer, you take a shot."

Micha: "Sounds fair!"

Youngji pulls out a small jar filled with folded pieces of paper and gives it a shake before handing it to Micha.

Micha: "Okay, here goes nothing."

She pulls out a question, unfolds it, and reads aloud.

Micha: "What’s the weirdest habit you have?" (Laughing) "Oh, this is a good one. I have this weird thing where I can’t sleep with my feet uncovered. Even if it’s super hot, I need to have a blanket over my feet, or I just can’t fall asleep."

Youngji: (Laughing) "That’s adorable! And a little strange, but in a cute way. Alright, my turn."

Youngji pulls out a question and reads it with a mischievous grin.

Youngji: "If you could switch lives with any of your members for a day, who would it be and why?"

Micha: (Laughing) "Oh, this is tough! But I think I’d switch with Haerin. She’s so calm and collected all the time, and I’d love to know what it’s like to be that zen, even in stressful situations. Plus, she’s just so cool."

Youngji: "Good choice! Haerin does have that ‘cool girl’ vibe, doesn’t she? Alright, last one for you."

Micha pulls out another question, this time pausing to take a sip of her drink before reading it.

Micha: "What’s one thing you wish people knew about you that they don’t?"

She takes a moment to think before answering, her voice a little softer.

Micha: "I wish people knew that I’m not as confident as I seem. I think a lot of people see me on stage or in photos and think I have it all together, but the truth is, I get nervous and insecure just like anyone else. I’m still figuring things out, and that’s okay. I just hope people can relate to that and know they’re not alone if they feel the same way."

Youngji: "That’s so real, Micha. I think that’s something a lot of people need to hear, especially from someone like you who’s seen as this confident, untouchable idol. It’s okay to not have it all figured out."

Micha nods, her eyes a little glassy as she smiles at Youngji.

Micha: "Thanks, Youngji. I feel like I can really be myself around you, and that’s something I don’t take for granted."

Youngji: "That means a lot to me, Micha. And you know what? I feel the same way about you."

They clink their glasses together, both of them downing the last of their drinks.

Youngji: "Alright, I think we’re officially tipsy enough to move on to the final part of the show."

Micha: (Giggling) "What’s the final part?"

Youngji: "The part where we just hang out and talk about whatever comes to mind. No games, no questions—just us being us."

Micha: "I like the sound of that."

The two of them settle into a more comfortable position on the couch, their conversation flowing naturally as they talk about everything from their favorite movies to their dreams for the future. Micha, now fully in the zone, becomes more animated, her usual shyness melting away as she becomes more affectionate and clingy—occasionally leaning on Youngji’s shoulder or wrapping her arm around her.

Youngji: (Laughing) "You’re such a cute drunk, Micha. I love it!"

Micha: (Pouting playfully) "I’m not drunk! I’m just… very happy right now."

Youngji: "Happy and very cuddly, it seems."

Micha: (Giggling) "I can’t help it! You’re just so comfy."

Youngji: "Well, I’m glad you’re comfortable. This has been one of my favorite episodes so far."

Micha: "Mine too. I feel like I can just be myself with you, and that’s really special."

Youngji: "That’s what friends are for. And I’m really glad we got to do this. But I think it’s time to wrap up before we get too deep into our feels."

Micha: (Laughing) "Probably a good idea."

Youngji: "Micha, thank you so much for coming on Nothing Prepared. This has been such a fun night, and I’m so happy we got to do this together."

Micha: "Thank you for having me, Youngji. This has been amazing, and I’m so glad we got to catch up like this."

Youngji: "Anytime, girl. You’re welcome here whenever you want—just say the word."

They share one last hug as the camera zooms out, capturing the genuine warmth and affection between the two friends. The episode ends with both of them laughing and holding onto each other, the screen fading to black with the sound of their giggles lingering in the air.

As the credits roll, fans everywhere are left buzzing with excitement and love for Micha, who had shown a side of herself that was rarely seen—a side that was open, vulnerable, and refreshingly real. And though the night had ended, the memories made would surely last a lifetime.

This episode of Nothing Prepared quickly became one of the most talked-about, not just for the hilarious and unfiltered moments, but for the deep and heartfelt conversations that revealed a new layer of Micha—a side that fans adored and cherished even more.

[purple-scrunchie]

Who's the best Heather in the movie and who's the best in the musical? :3

Firstly, thanks for the question! I could talk about both these wonderful pieces of media for hours. (Sorry for the oncoming infodump lol, nobody irl wants to hear about this. The TLDRs are bolded if you don't wanna read the entire thing lol) Feel free to give your opinions too! To begin, let's talk about the movie.

Tl;DR: my favorite movie Heather is Heather Duke.

I love this movie with my whole being. The characters are so beautifully written and portrayed, and everybody is a three-dimensional human. While they all have strengths, each character is defined by their flaws. Since I adore them all, choosing a favorite Heather was very difficult.

Chandler is short lived, but oh so iconic. Her 30-ish minutes on screen were some of the most powerful. (I could literally quote almost all of her lines from memory lol) She's essential to kick the plot into motion, igniting Veonica's anger and setting JD off on his murder spree. Since she doesn't get as much screen time as Duke or McNamara, she's the least defined of all the Heathers. Most of what we learn about her is information shared or fabricated after her death. While this is unfortunate, it made her perfect for her role in the musical.

McNamara is a stunning example of a people pleaser relegated to the outskirts. She's certainly a Heather, but not as integral to their group dynamic as Chandler, Duke, or even Veronica. After Chandler's death, Duke often sidelines her the same way she was once sidelined. She suffers in silence the entire movie, leading up to the moment where she tries to end it all. Her story creates empathy with the audience and reminds us that these characters are all just teenagers. Duke, in my opinion, is the best of all three. She starts out as a crony living in Chandler's shadow, but changes the game and becomes so much more. In all the early scenes, she's getting belittled or shut up. She's shown to hate Chandler (rightfully so) and be looking for more in her life. In the croquet scene right before Chandler and Veronica head to Remington, her impossible trick shot sets off a bit of beautiful foreshadowing. The last person you'd ever think would stand up to the Head Bitch in Chief calculates her odds and siezes the prize. Her arc from sidekick to antagonist is one of the best I've ever seen. In my mind, it's on par with Zuko's redemption arc in Avatar.

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In the musical, my answer is a little different.

Tl;Dr: my favorite Heather from the musical is Heather Chandler.

I love the musical adaptation almost as much as the movie. I recognize that it's meant to be more of a lighthearted nod to the original rather than a remake. Its simpler characters and impeccable comedic timing are certainly easier to write for, but it just doesn't quite hit as hard as the 1988 version (No shame to anybody who likes it more, to each their own!). Choosing my favorite Heather in the context of the musical was definitely easier since their characters are less complex.

Musical Duke isn't quite as terrifying as before. She's just a cruel, jealous ripoff Chandler. She really doesn't have any discernable personality besides being a bitch. While this transformation was a necessary evil, it was dissapointing nonetheless.

McNamara also doesn't really do anything, she's just a background comedic relief character with a few nice songs at the end. Her buildup just isn't there this time around. While I certainly appreciated her before watching the movie, I think you need to watch both to really understand her in the musical.

This leaves Chandler the most in-tact of the three Heathers. As I mentioned in the movie section, she was never meant to be entirely three dimensional. She's just as mean as she was in the movie, but this time even funnier. I love that they kept her around for the entire thing and did such a great job of preserving everything fans of the original love about her.

Anyways thanks again for the question! As mentioned earlier, I'd absolutely love to hear any different takes/ideas too!

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

howdy ! i've never been matched up before and saw you were doing them so i'm curious to know who you'd match me with ^-^

i think i'm supposed to give a little description of myself first right ? Here i go

i'd say i'm a really stubborn person who doesn't care about others opinions and walk by my own rhythm but my anxiety has kept me from doing so and made me really shy and introverted , if i asked a friend to describe me they'd probably say anger issues (i've been getting better from them and that makes me really proud) and that i'm a people pleaser, i like helping others even when ik they wouldn't do the same for me ( don't put me in the same room as azul cus ik he'll scam me 😭) my hobbies consist of drawing and listening to music , i really like to try my hand at any type of arts and crafts but if I don't get if right the first time i'll probably give up on it 😅

okay so relationship wise i'm looking for someone extroverted who will make time for me and communicate with me , i'm tired of introverted boys who don't put any effort and don't communicate and just let me do all the work . i just want someone who i feel comfortable with , who ik i can joke with without walking on eggshells around them , someone who can be my bedt friend and lover , I mostly show affection through teasing and joking since i have a hard time talking about my feelings .

for the additional information: i'm an Aries sun , Leo moon , and Sagittarius rising and i'm an intp if that helps

sorry this ended up being way too long and clearly i talked as if i was at a therapy session but i hope you don't mind and find time to do my request,if not please just ignore this 😅

I AM HONOURED TO WRITE YOUR FIRST MATCH-UP! *shoots self-love at you* Oh, here he is!

Kalim Al-Asim

Before everything else, he’s your friend. There to support you in his optimistic, sunshiney, well, Kalim, way. Even before ~da romance~ he is very forward with his feelings and would casually say, “I love you!” But one day everything just came together and he realized that yes, he loves you, and not in a friend way!

Yeah, the two of you are both people-pleasers, but through some growth together, you can both put your foot down and assert yourselves! Kalim will be there to reassure you in anxious situations as well. But he likes seeing you walk to the rhythm of your own drum.

He would giggle and tease you back, albeit his teasing is very lighthearted. He takes the joking like a champ, and you need not to worry about walking on eggshells around him.

Kalim is an open book, he may be busy, but he’ll set aside time for you… or just ditch his duties :D Why would he want to discuss silk prices when he could hang out with his favourite person?!

Even though he would be super excited to see what you created in your sketchbook, he also respects your boundaries. He may ask, but he won’t push. He is your number one supporter though. You don’t like it? Well, Kalim thinks it’s lovely!

Speaking of art, if he so happens to overhear that you want some high end supplies, well, you are now set for life! Kalim would also make you some drawings, or add a post it note on your sketchbook. “This is STUNNING! But not as stunning as you! :D ”

Impromptu dance party! He likes listening to music with you, be it just sitting quietly and moving his head to the rhythm with you, or dancing about and laughing. He would also invite you along to Light Music Club if you ever wanted to see him perform. “This one is for you, my sweet bee!” *queue drum solo*

He would also be there, and be more serious if you wanted to tell him something; be it something small that was bugging you, or something heavy that was weighing you down. He may be cheerful, but he knows when something is on your mind.

"You know, I'm always here if you want to talk, sweet bee."

Hope you like your match-up, Melice! Also, it's an honour to write your first one!

Yes, he calls you his sweet bee; people may think you're "angry" but he just sees a sweet friend trying to live their life. Plus, he also took note that you like the lil fuzzy pollinators, so you are now Sweet Bee!

[frozen-fountain]

13 for the writers ask!

In midst of putting this list together I almost forgot about this ask! But here I am, better late than never.

I'm not sure what I'd classify as a “must read”, and coming late with a taste for the niche to a huge and old fandom like FFVII surely means I've missed a lot of classics. So while they may not be crowd-pleasers here's a handful of thoughtful and intriguing shorter works I've really enjoyed and that are sitting, for shame, at less than fifty kudos.

Precarity by aejrogota – maybe a self-indulgent choice since I'm deeply proud to say this was inspired by one of mine, but it's also a beautifully written and insightful study of Aerith and what she represents that packs so much substance into less than a thousand words.

What's Left Behind in the Ashes by mythic_bitch_o – this is my favourite Barret-centric fic that I've found, contrasting his last years in Corel with his time on the read with Avalanche in illuminating and heartbreaking ways. It's so good and gets his character so thoroughly, I had to incorporate a few of its headcanons into my own.

White Lies by nightmarechild – a longer one here, but so very worth your time. I came for the emphasis on canon's cyberpunk elements and I was not disappointed; the descriptive writing and scene-setting here is immaculate, rendering a dirty neon phantasmagoria and infusing it with some chilling original worldbuilding elements that really immerse you in what daily life in the slums must feel like. But I'll return to this one for the intricate characterisation of Tseng and Rufus and the fraught dynamic between them – you just have to read it for yourself.

The Anatomy of Sin by MobiusStripper – a series of short pieces concerning the Jenova Project and the characters swept up in it. Through impressively sharp and considered writing, and by having one work shed new light on another, these glimpses add up to a continually evolving and expanding picture of an unfolding disaster that feels almost fated. But of course it's not. Just complicated people doing what they think they have to in order to make it through.

Mon Semblable, Mon Frere and Singin' Whiskey and Rye by Sour_Idealist – two fics centered on Sephiroth. The first is equally focused on Aerith and explores all the places the two characters complement and contrast one another, and it's worth reading just for the stunning, surrealistic swirl of the prose. The second gives us a glimpse into how his disappearance affected those who served under him, and features some of the best usage of the dreaded second person POV I've seen.

Murmurs by idk some author – Barret and Aerith have a talk I've always wanted to see them have in the aftermath of the battle with Dyne. I think it's these kinds of missing scenes that shed light on the implicit parallels between unlikely characters and invite us to imagine all the quieter moments we weren't privy to that make for my favourite fics overall.

Rotten Honey by sanctum_c – a Jenova Project-era what if that had me on the edge of my seat the whole time with the slow escalation of its unsettling atmosphere and powerful rendering of Lucrecia's unravelling psychology, and comes to a head in a brilliantly cathartic ending.

Like Paper For Wings by mellish – a short Yuffie study that examines the profound impact the loss of both her mother and her culture made on her. She's a not a character I see taken seriously as often as the others and it makes me sad, because there's so much to be done with her, so the least I can do is celebrate the authors who do take her on – and with as much elegance as is displayed here.

Scratching the Itch by mako_lies – Yuffie again, along with Elena. Another interaction I've always wanted to see in canon is the two of them attempting some sort of conversation in the aftermath of their treatment at the hands of Don Corneo, and this painful exchange says a lot with a little as they talk past one another in a quietly heartbreaking way.

I also want to mention Clarion by justira; it's a FFX fic that chronicles Braska's pilgrimage, and it's so beautifully done I feel like I never need to read another one on the matter because it'll almost inevitably fall short. It also contains probably my favourite line I've read in any fanfic, ever. I cried over “We are put on this world to dream our hardest” the day before the first JWST photos came back, and as such, I'll see those words across the deep field for the rest of my life.

I am also once again shouting out the author AsTheDeadSleep for their series in the Terraria fandom. I know nothing about the game beyond what I've read in their work, but as piece after piece of this gorgeously written and characterised slow burn tragedy come together, it becomes ever more firmly my favourite ongoing fanwork right now. If you like dark fantasy, asshole monster women, and men being weird about one another in complicated ways, I think you'd have a really good terrible time with this one.

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WIP Wednesday!

@kiwiana-writes is bringing me all the joy by tagging me again this week. And I'm super excited to share a piece of an unexpected WIP with y'all!

This is chapter 2 of The Maldives, a fic that wasn't supposed to have a chapter 2 at all, but someone requested a continuation on AO3, and like the people pleaser that I am, I gave in and let my muse guide me.

Summary of the overall fic:

Inspired by a conversation about the zoomed-in and transcribed article about Henry in People Magazine from the movie and how the photos look like they could have been faked.

After their conversation with the king and greeting the crowd at Buckingham Palace, Alex and Henry ride back to Kensington. Alex mentions that his offer to fly to the Maldives is still valid, and Henry admits that he's never been, which sparks a discussion about some of the lengths the crown would go to in order to convince the world that Henry was straight. Alex considers what Henry must have gone through, and the two of them discuss their past and how it might have been different.

And now, a preview of chapter 2!

“Surely we didn’t fly here just for this,” Henry remarks as they walk hand in hand back to the car, having just snapped at least a dozen selfies kissing and grinning at one another with the promise that they’ll never grace the pages of People because they’ll never need to. Alex scoffs, loudly. “Umm, we flew here to spend the week in a private bungalow on the water having sex and staying drunk.” “A vast improvement over a studio in England and subsequent formal meeting with Philip to discuss photo approval,” Henry says with a roll of his eyes. Alex visibly winces and slams the car door closed with a bit more frustrated force than he probably intended. The sun is just beginning to set when they finally arrive by boat to their accommodations for the week, a stunning suite built directly over the turquoise water. The kitchen is stocked with more food and alcohol than they’ll ever need, though Henry suspects Alex may see that as a challenge, the bed is covered in crisp white sheets with a navy duvet, and a sliding glass door leads directly out to a small sitting area looking into the water. The moment that their attendant motors away and leaves them alone, Henry shoves Alex onto the bed and takes him apart by the light of the dying sun, Henry’s name leaving Alex’s lips and floating out the open doorway over the water and towards the horizon.

Tagging: @oneofthewednesdays and @arand0mdutchgirl, as well as anyone else who sees this and feels compelled to share your hard work with the world! Consider this a tag just from me!

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We stand Victorious! 27August 2023.

It was a #longday. But we weren’t the only ones having one of those. On paper I’m guessing Martha’s Vineyard USA to Portsmouth UK was just another booking but I take my hat off to all those involved in the logistics team for pulling it off. DDD to Portsmouth was bad enough!

A great line up at the festival, it was only a shame Ben Howard and The Vaccines were on “another stage”. 😝

The weather was a great British summers day, forecast was overcast all day and 17 degrees, I dressed for all seasons and woken up today with sunburn 🥵.

7 performances to enjoy before The Sons joined us. I won’t go through all the details as it will take the 9 hrs we watched for.

Summary of events:

Courting. Punk indie band great lead singer had the crowd going from the start.

Hard fi. Old skool indie rock band haven’t done a festival in 11 years. Hard Core fans came out.

The Go! Team. Sang songs across their 7 albums. 7 very talent musicians and great energy.

Dylan. hardcore set of young fans, think UK’s answer to Taylor Swift. All the moves and great performance. Dylan came down to do an impromptu meet and greet along the barrier post performance.

Sea Girls. Not what I was expecting but a very pleasant surprise. Oozed stage presence and that rock punk persona. Great skill at balancing on the barrier for 2 songs.

Sigrid. Norways Taylor Swift. Again great energy and her last festival this season. I surprised myself with knowing more of her back catalogue than I thought.

Ellie Goulding. Pop veteran. Such strong vocals and again I knew so many of her songs. Two blasts of the canon guns and everyone was happy.

Showtime:

2120hrs. We did it! OMG how can it be 4 years 2 months since my last Mumford gig. Would I still be able to bounce in all of the right places? Strong opening, Babel, LLM, Roll away. Paparazzi pleasers. The family of Rich, Nick and Dave reunited. Chris on drums, Matt on banjo.

All the feels came straight back, guiding light, below my feet. It felt like they had never been away. Not much banter, “pleased to be home doing a UK show”. “Our makers and friends all over the lineup”

A short Ditmas run down the sides of the alley and barriers. So much energy.

The new stage backdrop showing live action screen footage of the lads is excellent, really grabs you in and the laser light show during snake eyes is something else. Believe had pyros but no ticker tape as Ellie Goulding used the budget allocation. 😉.

It looked and felt like the lads were having a great time, the crowd sure were. Overjoyed to see and hear Delta again. There was much love in the audience for them. The UK have missed them. Just leaves you wanting more! The bounce was joyous.

The journey home. Take the shuttle bus they said, ease all your travel woes they said! On the way into the festival easy peasy, on the way out…. Who could have predicted a RTA in Pompey (Portsmouth) blocking all bus routes… plagiarising a fellow queuers song “we will wait, we will wait in queue”. A most pleasant 2hr wait along the seafront enjoying a stunning moonlit sea, various Isle of Wight ferry crossings, The Beach Club music providing all the vibes, the local chippy had never been so busy at 1.30am!!

Loved it. X

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Korean Rolled Omelette : A Simple and Delicious Side Dish

Roll Up Your Sleeves:

The Tasty Korean Rolled Omelet, also known as Gyeran Mari, is a popular dish in Korean cuisine. It's an omelet that's rolled around various vegetables or meats, creating a visually stunning and flavorful dish. Here's everything you need to know about this delicious Korean dish:

Ingredients: To make a Korean Rolled Omelet, you'll need eggs, water, salt, black pepper, and vegetable oil. You can also add your choice of vegetables, such as onions, scallions, carrots, bell peppers, and mushrooms.

Preparation:

Beat the eggs in a bowl with water, salt, and black pepper until they are well combined.

Sauté your choice of vegetables in a non-stick pan until they are slightly softened.

Pour the beaten eggs over the vegetables in the pan.

Cook until the eggs are set, and then carefully roll the omelet into a cylinder shape.

Cook until the omelet is golden brown on the outside and fluffy on the inside.

Flavors: The vegetables and meats used in the Korean Rolled Omelet add a variety of flavors to the dish, making it a delicious and unique meal. The combination of fluffy eggs and savory vegetables creates a balance of flavors that's both satisfying and appetizing.

Health Benefits: The Korean Rolled Omelet is a healthy option, as eggs are a great source of protein, and vegetables provide essential vitamins and minerals. Additionally, the dish is low in carbs and can be made with low-fat or low-sodium ingredients to fit any dietary needs.

Versatility: The Korean Rolled Omelet can be served as a main dish for breakfast or brunch, sliced and served as an appetizer, or even as a side dish for a Korean-style meal. It's a versatile dish that can be adapted to fit any occasion or meal.

Presentation: Not only is the Korean Rolled Omelet a delicious and flavorful dish, but it's also a visually stunning one. The colorful vegetables mixed with the golden fluffy eggs make for a beautiful presentation on any plate. The rolled shape also adds a fun and unique twist to a traditional omelet.

Cultural Significance: The Korean Rolled Omelet is a staple dish in Korean cuisine, and it's often served as a breakfast or brunch item. The technique of rolling eggs around ingredients is said to have originated in Japan, and it was later adapted and popularized in Korean cuisine.

In conclusion, the Korean Rolled Omelet is a delicious, healthy, and versatile dish that's worth trying. Its unique flavor and stunning presentation make it a crowd-pleaser at any meal. So, roll up your sleeves and give it a try!

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10 Creative Homemade Chocolate Recipes to Impress Your Guests

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1. Chocolate Truffles

Soft, smooth, and melt-in-your-mouth delicious, chocolate truffles are an all-time favorite. To make these, simply heat heavy cream until it simmers, then pour it over your favorite chopped chocolate (dark, milk, or white). Stir until smooth and allow it to cool. Once it’s set, roll it into balls and dip them into cocoa powder, powdered sugar, or finely chopped nuts for an elegant finish. These bite-sized delights will have your guests coming back for more.

Pro Tip: For a fun twist, add a splash of flavored liqueur, such as Grand Marnier or Baileys, for a grown-up version!

2. Chocolate-Covered Strawberries

Chocolate-covered strawberries are a classic, but they never go out of style. They’re simple to make and look stunning when displayed on a platter. Melt your favorite chocolate and dip each strawberry, allowing the excess to drip off. You can even drizzle them with a different type of chocolate (milk over dark or white over milk) for a decorative touch.

3. Chocolate Bark with Nuts and Dried Fruit

Chocolate bark is easy to prepare, and you can get creative with the toppings. Simply melt your favorite chocolate, spread it out on a baking sheet, and top it with a mix of nuts, dried fruit, or even crushed cookies. Once it sets, break it into pieces and serve. This treat is both visually appealing and indulgent.

Pro Tip: Try adding a sprinkle of sea salt on top for a sweet-and-salty combo that will leave your guests craving more.

4. Chocolate Mousse

Rich, velvety, and oh-so-decadent, chocolate mousse is a crowd-pleaser. To make it, melt chocolate and fold it into whipped cream, along with a little sugar and vanilla. For an added twist, infuse the cream with a hint of coffee or orange zest before mixing it in. Spoon into elegant glasses and chill before serving. Garnish with whipped cream, chocolate shavings, or fresh berries.

Pro Tip: For a dairy-free version, use coconut cream in place of regular cream!

5. Chocolate Fudge

Fudge is an easy-to-make dessert that packs a rich, intense chocolate flavor. To make classic chocolate fudge, combine sweetened condensed milk with chocolate chips and a little butter, then heat until smooth. Pour into a greased pan, let it set, and slice into squares. You can also add nuts or swirl in peanut butter for a twist.

Pro Tip: For a festive touch, top your fudge with colored sprinkles or mini marshmallows.

6. Chocolate Dipped Pretzels

For a sweet and salty treat, dip pretzel rods in melted chocolate and sprinkle with toppings like crushed nuts, sprinkles, or even crushed cookies. These chocolate-dipped pretzels are perfect for parties and will add a fun element to your dessert spread.

Pro Tip: Experiment with different types of chocolate (white, milk, and dark) for a colorful and delicious array.

7. Chocolate Lava Cakes

The ultimate indulgence, chocolate lava cakes are as impressive as they are delicious. These individual cakes feature a molten chocolate center that flows out when cut. To make, prepare the batter with melted chocolate, eggs, and a little flour, then pour into ramekins. Bake just until the edges are set and the center remains gooey.

Pro Tip: Serve with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and fresh berries for the perfect dessert.

8. Chocolate-Covered Almonds

For a simple, yet refined treat, chocolate-covered almonds are perfect for snacking. Roast almonds lightly, then dip them in melted chocolate (dark or milk). Lay them out on parchment paper and let them set. You can also drizzle them with white chocolate for an elegant look.

9. Chocolate-Coconut Truffles

If you’re a fan of the coconut-chocolate combination, these truffles are for you. Mix shredded coconut with condensed milk, then roll into balls and dip in melted chocolate. These no-bake treats are simple to make and have a tropical, indulgent flavor.

Pro Tip: Add a little rum extract to the coconut mixture for a touch of flair.

10. Chocolate Dipped Biscotti

For a crunchy, delicious treat, try chocolate-dipped biscotti. Make your favorite biscotti recipe, then dip the ends in melted chocolate. Allow them to cool and set for a satisfying crunch with each bite. Perfect for pairing with a hot cup of coffee!

Pro Tip: Add a sprinkle of orange zest or cinnamon to the biscotti dough for an extra burst of flavor.

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