#thing is there's a 50/50 chance that DJ's already up there. :/

[cantankerouscatfish]

sometimes work involves:

helping do some finishing (well. almost.) touches on the little vent DJ's been working on. he was on the outside, I was inside and mostly just there to hold washers and tools. or crank the turnwheel to open and close the vent while he futzed with it. but it's basically done now yaaay progress

while he was on the roof, he was startled to find 'a red-legged grasshopper up here! just On The Lexan!' 'they fly, man.' he was still amazed at it. I couldn't see exactly what species it was through the plastic. he managed to shoo it away.

me: *sitting on the top of the big wooden shelves under the vent, waiting for DJ to come back with parts* Ro, startled walking by: woah! that's a weird place to take your break. me: don't ~even~ worry about it. Ro: lay down! take a nap! me: it is FILTHY up here. no way. ...maybe. Ro: :D

watering and watering and watering. Ro eventually came out by the deer cage to pull weeds in the perennials. so I went, '🎵 sing me a song, you're the piano man~' Ro: what song? me: I dunno, anything. I've been singing to myself all morning. sick of my own voice. Ro: *is quiet for a bit, which I assumed meant she was setting up her phone player. but then...* Ro: 🎵 there's a staaar 🎶 MAAAN 🎶 me: 🤦‍♂️ I regret even asking. Ro: 🎵 WAITING IN THE SKIES! me: thanks. ...and then she changed the lyrics to be about me being stuck in the cage. thanks for that also.

planting sunflower seeds!!! they go right into the pots the lilies have been cut from in house 5. it was a slightly smaller batch this week and idk why. threw my numbers off. :(

Ro got stung on the finger by a yellowjacket! which she kept calling a bee! no!!! she wanted me to kiss her booboo better, but that's not really possible in a mask. I offered to boop it with like. my hand or smth, but she said no. suffer then idk

only got two trays of succulent cuttings done today. cuttings were all I wanted to DO and I barely got over there! the bench is a mess! sigh.

[katyswrites]

this love came back to me

PART 1 | SERIES

Pairing: Steve Harrington/fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol use, allusions to/discussions of smut, discussions of virginity, minor angst

Wordcount: 2.1k

Your sister is getting married - and you're thrilled for her. Yes, it means returning to Hawkins, years after moving away. But, as Maid of Honor, who are you to refuse? That is, until you run into Steve Harrington - an old high school flame. It's been over a decade, and a lot has changed - but in many ways, you're both still the same. And, as it turns out, he's invited to the wedding, much to your chagrin. Can you two keep it cool? Or will old feelings come bubbling to the surface?

First loves, broken hearts, and everything in between. A second-chance-romance, and the ultimate reckoning of two old friends. And, lots of champagne-induced antics.

PART 1 | it's been a while, i didn't mean to stare

July, 1997

The moment you walk into the bar, you instantly feel transported back in time. Despite being years since you last set foot in Christopher’s, the place is very much the same, in many ways. The lights are a bit too dim, the band in the corner isn’t terrible, but isn’t great, the patrons’ ages averaging in their 50s. Unless things have changed, you know that the later crowd will be full of high schoolers and college kids, coming for the DJ that will inevitably replace the cover band, and a bartender that places fast and loose with IDs. But for now, the dive makes you feel like being in high school all over again. You sigh, already knowing you need the strongest drink you can get. It’s only once you approach the bar that you see him, and it stops you in your tracks.

You can only see the slightest bit of his side profile, but he’s unmistakable - you’d know him anywhere. He’s a bit more filled-out, his hair a bit shorter, but it’s unmistakably -

“Steve?” you say, dumbfounded. The man turns, confused, and his eyes widen when he sees you.

“Oh - oh my god, hey -”

His voice is a littel deeper, but still so him. His jaw is broader, darkened by a little bit of stubble, and his eyes crinkle more than they used to when he smiles - but, it’s still Steve Harrington. He stands, taller than you remember. Before you can say anything else, he’s pulling you into a tight hug.

“Oh -”

It’s a little awkward, but you hug him back, unsure how else to react. It only lasts a moment, then he’s pulling away, taking a proper look at you.

“How long has it been?” he asks.

“Probably about ten years, if you believe it -”

“I - you look great,” he says. “I mean - you seem like you’re doing great -”

“Uh - yeah, you see -”

“How’s New York treating you?” he asks, sounding perhaps a bit too enthusiastic.

You pause.

“How did you know I was still in New York?”

“Oh - um - I ran into your mom in the grocery store a few months ago - she brought it up, I didn’t ask about you or anything -” he assures, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Right - I think she mentioned that,” you say quietly, recalling Steve’s name coming up on a phone call with your mother not too long ago. “So, uh - you still live in town, huh?”

It doesn’t come out the way you want it to, and his smile drops slightly.

“Yeah - I work for my dad -”

“Oh, that’s great!” you say, knowing it sounds a bit hasty and high-pitched.

He shrugs. “I mean, it’s fine - nothing like you taking on the Big Apple, or whatever -”

“Don’t be like that -”

He just shrugs again, and sighs.

“So - why are you back in Hawkins?” he asks, meeting your eyes again.

“Oh - my sister’s getting married, actually -”

His face lights up. “No way - Sarah, right?”

You nod. “Yeah - good memory.”

“So, it’s tomorrow?” he asks - it’s currently a Friday night, so it’s a fair enough question.

“No - next weekend. Tomorrow’s the bachelorette, actually.”

Steve nods, then furrows his brow in thought.

“Hey - the guy Sarah’s marrying - his name doesn't happen to be Peter, does it?”

You raise an eyebrow, taken aback. “It actually is… he’s - he’s a nice guy - uh, how do you know that?”

Steve stares at you for a moment, and laughs.

“What?”

“It’s just - I think I’m going to your sister’s wedding -”

You feel your stomach flip.

“What?” you repeat.

“Peter - he’s an old college buddy of mine. We honestly haven’t seen each other in a long time, but - he sent an invite, and I thought it was crazy that it was so close in Indianapolis, but I figured I had no excuse -”

“How - how the fuck did you not realize he was marrying my sister? We have the same last name?”

Steve shrugs. “I didn’t read the invite that closely -”

You roll your eyes, and drop your bag, sliding onto a barstool.

“Can I have a shot of tequila, please?” you ask the bartender, ignoring Steve.

“Make that two,” he says.

You sigh.

“C’mon,” he says, plopping down next to you. “You have to admit, this is kind of funny.”

“I’m glad you find it so hilarious -”

“Look, in a lot of ways, it’s good we ran into each other now - just to get past this… thing.”

You scoff, causing him to sigh.

“Look, there’s - how many people coming to this thing?”

“About 150 -”

“Okay, so - 150 people, it’s not like we’ll be hanging out all night. We probably won’t even be sitting together -”

“We won’t - I’m her Maid of Honor, and the bridal party and groomsmen are all sitting together.”

“Great! Hey, this doesn’t have to be weird -”

“It’s not weird - we’re both adults -”

“I know,” he assures. “I mean - it’s nice to see you.”

You exhale, and nod. “Yeah.. it’s nice to see you, too. I’m glad - you seem to be doing well.”

Two shot glasses are slid towards you, and you each take one. Steve raises it encouragingly. You give in, clinking your glass with his.

“To old friends,” you declare.

“And the happy couple,” Steve adds, his voice laced with a familiar cheekiness. You roll your eyes, and down the shot, grimacing.

“You were always shit at taking your liquor,” he comments. You playfully smack him in the arm.

“Glad to see you haven’t changed,” he laughs, slamming his shotglass on the bar.

“I like to think I have, actually.”

He stares at you a moment, and smiles. “Yeah, but in a good way, I think. You’re still… as cool as I remember.”

“I’m cool?”

“Yeah - you’re the only person who was always honest in high school - you were real. I liked that.”

“Oh, I know you did,” you murmur. His face goes a bit red as he chokes on his beer, and you realize how that sounded.

“Oh, I didn’t mean like that -”

“It’s cool - it’s fine. Like you said, all of that was a long time ago.”

The discomfort hangs in the air for a moment, and he clears his throat.

“Speaking of which… you bringing a date to this thing?”

“This thing being my baby sister’s wedding?”

He nods. You laugh to yourself, and shake your head. 

“No - um, I just went through a breakup not too long ago, actually. You?”

He just smiles - for a moment, he looks just like the teenaged boy you knew.

“Nah - flying solo.”

You nod, and signal for another round of shots.

“I kind of missed you,” he admits.

“Don’t do that,” you say, gently.

“I know I shouldn’t - I just meant, as a friend -”

“Were we ever friends, really?”

His face falls for a second, and he sighs. “I don’t know - maybe not.”

You both down the next round of shots in silence.

“Hey - um - maybe we can grab dinner this week or something,” he says quietly. “You know, not surrounded by the geriatric drunks of Hawkins.”

You let out a small laugh. “I don’t know - I’ll probably be so busy helping Sarah with last-minute wedding stuff, then we have to head to the city on Friday for the rehearsal -”

“Yeah, of course,” he says quickly.

“I should get going, anyways,” you declare, standing abruptly. You throw some cash on the bar, and sling your bag over your shoulder.

“Right - I guess I’ll see you next weekend?”

You nod, a bit more curtly than you intend.

“See you around, Steve.”

There’s a flicker of something unreadable across his face. You don’t linger, and just head out the door, not looking back.

Twelve years earlier - August, 1985

You stared up at the ceiling, pulling the sheets up enough to cover yourself. It was almost silent, minus the sound of heavy breathing, both of you unsure what to say.

Steve flopped down next to you, utterly spent. He wore a bit of a dopey grin, and turned to face you.

You met his eyes, and offered a small smile.

“So… that was sex, I guess,” you declared, laughing nervously. Steve grinned.

“Yeah… it was. That was fuckin’ great -”

“Mm,” you murmured noncomittally.

He got up for a moment, and you heard him throw the condom in the trash, before climbing back under the covers.

“Um - was it okay, for you?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbow. “I - I didn’t hurt you, right?”

You nodded quickly. “Yeah! I mean - I figured it might hurt, and it did, at first -”

“Shit, sorry -”

“Not your fault - um - and the last minute or so, it - it felt nice -”

“Nice?” he echoed.

You sighed, exasperated. “Yeah - I mean -”

“So you didn’t finish?”

“I don’t think so, no,” you admitted. “But, I think thats normal?” you added, naively.

“Right - probably,” he agreed. He reached out, and awkwardly brushed some of your hair out of your face.

“Want me to - try again?” he asked. You shook your head quickly.

“No, it’s fine. I - we both wanted to lose our virginities before college, and we did. Mission accomplished, right?”

He just stared at you for a moment. “Yeah - I guess -”

“Cool - um, I should probably go -”

“Right -”

“It’s just - I’m leaving for school so early tomorrow - we’re driving to New York, with all my stuff -”

“Of course -”

You sat up, glancing around. He cleared his throat, and you looked over - he was holding out your bra to you.

“Thanks,” you muttered, snatching it quickly. “Um, do you mind - giving me some privacy?”

“Seriously? We were just -”

“I know, but I just - please?”

He rolled his eyes, and turned away. You clambered out of bed, finding your discarded clothes on the floor. You pulled them on quickly, and smoothed them out as best as you could.

“Okay, you can look now.”

He turned back over, sitting up - the comforter falls a bit, leaving his chest visible, and you felt your face get warm.

“This was fun,” you murmured, avoiding his gaze. The discomfort was tangible.

“Yeah,” he replied, staring down at his hands, fiddling with the sheets. “Um, let me give you a ride home -”

“That’s okay, I can walk -”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah - it’s fine, seriously.”

There was a beat of silence, the only sound being the ticking of Steve’s bedside alarm clock.

“So - see you around?”

He nodded.

“Thanksgiving break, probably. And hey - you’re gonna kill at Columbia.”

You laughed,and jokingly flicked your hair over your shoulder. “I know.”

He broke into a smile.

“And, um - you’re also going to kill it at Stanford,” you add.

His mouth twitched, almost a smile. “They only let me in because I can throw a ball into a net.”

“Don’t say that -”

“It’s true - whatever, it doesn’t matter,” he mutters. You didn’t really know what to say to that, so you just stand at the end of his bed, a bit uncomfortable.

“Thanks, by the way - for, uh, doing this,” he said, his cheeks tinged a bit red as he gestures between you two.

“I mean, it was my idea - I just wanted - I didn’t want it to be a big deal -”

“It wasn’t - I mean, it was good - you were great.”

“I know,” you said again, so matter-of-fact. Your cool, carefree demeanor was back, the very thing that made you ask Steve to do this in the first place. He chuckled, pulling his boxers on under the covers.

“Let me at least walk you to the door - I’ve got to lock it behind you, anyways.”

You decided to let him, bounding down the stairs, knowing the Harrington house all-too-well from too many rager parties over the years.

He opened the front door, and you both stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say.

“Um -”

“Thanks,” you said. “I - I didn’t want this to be -”

“It’s not,” he jumped in quickly. “We’re cool. And.. I won’t tell anyone, if you don’t want me to.”

He actually sounded sincere, as far as you could tell.

You both stared at each other for a moment. Then, he slowly opened his arms, a clear invitation. You both embraced, the hug a bit stiff, and pulled away.

“See you around, Steve,” you said, voice a little softer.

You walked home in silence, not even wanting the distraction of your Walkman. Things would be weird with Steve now, you knew that. He was sort-of a friend, but - what was he now? It didn’t matter, you told yourself - you were going to college tomorrow, starting a new life. Aside from an occasional run-in during school breaks, you’d probably never have to really talk to him again… right?

author’s note: a new fic! I bet you thought you’d never see the day! I have lots of ideas for this one, so strap in. This is a pretty short chapter, but future ones will probably be longer. As always, likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated!

[deke-rivers-1957]

Jailhouse Rock Review

This was I think the first Elvis film I ever saw in its entirety. As it's preserved in the Library of Congress for being so significant, I wanted to know if there was any merit to it. Even though this was my first film, I had to rewatch it after discussing it with some Elvis besties. I feel like discussing some scenes helped me better understand things. This also turned into a Vince character study so it definitely involves me going way too deep with this.

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I can't think of a better opening sequence of events for an Elvis film other than the opening of King Creole. In the matter of minutes, Vince goes from an everyday guy in construction, to a jailbird. We get to see who Vince is as a character already. He's a regular guy, but he also isn't willing to roll over if someone wrongs him. This bar fight showed how his anger got the best of him and it ended up killing someone. The expression Vince makes when he accidentally kills a man is incredible. It shows Elvis' range of an actor as he conveys the emotion of "oh my god I just killed someone. I was just trying to stick up for a woman and now I killed someone". At the same time, it also shows just how Vince's attempts to right a wrong ended up getting him into even more trouble.

Props to the writers of Jailhouse Rock for actually having someone other than Elvis sing uninterrupted. Hunk's rendition of "One More Day" works well from a thematic perspective. It reflects how in the past, country ballads were very popular. The first rendition of "Young and Beautiful" is cleverly done as it reflects how music changed and how singers like Elvis were going to be the next big thing. It shows that Vince has raw talent so of course the vocals are going to be good, yet still unpolished. Elvis conveyed that inexperience well down to how he's holding the guitar in an awkward way.

One thing I'm amazed at is how not only Hunk, but the warden of this prison willingly commit a felony by withholding Vince's fan mail. Under the US Federal law, withholding or obstructing mail from its recipient is a felony. This was written into law in 1948 so they broke the law. Even when considering that this is a prison, inmates mail could only be withheld if it contained contraband items. While the warden could inspect Vince's mail, there would still need to be proper procedures he'd have to follow.

In addition to Vince getting into a fight with the guards, it's easy to see why Vince was so angry. This scene is great in developing Vince's later characterization. This is meant to be his breaking point to show how he can't handle getting wronged by others anymore. It was Hunk's advice of protecting yourself before you get hurt, that possibly lead to Vince being who he would become. And later on, these actions would hurt Hunk's chances at making more money. Vince later found out that Hunk withheld his mail, so instead of Hunk receiving 50% of Vince's earnings, he only made 10%. It's a testament to Vince's character that he didn't tear up the contract altogether because of Hunk's crime.

Vince's new persona of a tough guy who doesn't take anyone's crap is now in full swing after he gets out of prison. Even when he meets Peggy, he can be sarcastic and rude. His second rendition of "Young and Beautiful" is another step of his evolution. He's getting polished but his anger issues are getting in the way of his ability to succeed. Him bashing the guitar against the table is a reflection of how Vince gets immediately defensive when he feels like he was wronged. We see this repeatedly throughout the film. The only time where he was in the right was when his song "Don't Leave Me Now" was taken and sold to another artist. To be a success, Vince had to break the mold and do things his own way.

Scotty, Bill, and DJ appearing all throughout the film is amazing. They just seem to follow Elvis around, even being in a prison scene with him. And yet they never seem out of place. They naturally fit in with the story as they act as Vince's band, so it would of course make sense that they met in prison. I love the sequence of making "Treat Me Nice" as we get an insight of what Elvis would've had to go through to make his original sound.

Of course I'm going to talk about this dance scene. I can almost guarantee that this dance scene is the reason why Jailhouse Rock is so iconic. It's easily the most memorable scene in the entire film and perfectly highlights how much of a natural performer Elvis was. Hunk's number being cut from the program also works well because it reflects how it wasn't Vince, but the executives decision to say that no one cares about country ballads anymore. Vince wanted Hunk to have his chance, but the executives decided to cut it. It also serves as a reflection of how out of touch Hunk was with pop culture and how most if not all of the advice he gave to Vince wouldn't work anymore.

After this point, the movie slows down and just adds necessary fluff to get from point A to point B. We need to follow Vince's rise to fame, to fully understand why from a character perspective he had to fall. The infamous couch kissing scene is the only highlight and even then, it's pointless. If Peggy is meant to be Vince's love interest, it doesn't make sense from a story perspective to just not have her present at all for a good part of the 3rd act.

Speaking of Peggy, I don't like how they set up the path of their relationship in this part of the film. I understand how up until "Jailhouse Rock" Vince has to act like a jerk and after becoming arrogantly famous, Peggy wouldn't want to be around him. However, you still need to try to develop chemistry so that the audience can believe that they work together as a couple. Peggy not even being in the film for a period of time until now, feels like we're focusing too much on a side plot that ultimately goes nowhere. There's no reason to focus so much on Vince dating his costar, if we know he's going to just ditch her for Peggy. In fact, it doesn't even make sense for him to ditch her for Peggy anyway because we don't see them having the chemistry for a relationship.

I will never understand why for a beach/pool party, Vince is dressed in a sweater and slacks while the band behind him are wearing t-shirts. "(You're So Square) Baby I Don't Care" while good on its own, doesn't add anything to the film. It just comes off as a song used to meet an Elvis film quota. Peggy just shows up out of nowhere for exposition that the same people who wronged them earlier want to buy them out. Peggy of course is upset, because it's basically implied she was financially backing this herself in the beginning. Hunk being upset however, doesn't make sense. His issues with Vince were self induced. It wasn't Vince's fault Hunk willingly withheld his mail. It wasn't Vince's fault Hunk's part of the program got cut. It doesn't even make sense to have Hunk fighting Vince to teach him a lesson about respect, because he has no on screen relationship with Peggy to warrant that. It just feels like they had to have a fight scene for Vince to metaphorically fall and realize that he needs to change.

As sweet as this scene is, it feels rushed. The weight of Vince realizing he had done wrong isn't there. Aside from the nearly fatal wound, Vince doesn't suffer any consequences for his actions. Hunk and Peggy forgave him rather quickly and Vince changes his attitude really quick. His redemption just feels muddled and I feel like it could've been redone. If they cut some of the fluff in the middle, they could've had a scene where Vince wakes after his surgery all alone in his hospital room. He realizes that because he was such a jerk to the only two people willing to back him up. He has no voice of his own at this point, so he goes through the efforts of writing a long apology letter to Hunk and Peggy.

If we had that sequence of events, it would've made the hospital scene even more emotionally powerful. The hospital scene was meant to reflect how the cycle of hurt ended because Vince found a group of people that he could trust. The facial acting Elvis has to do in this scene is beautiful because it reflects how Vince at this point is completely vulnerable without his voice and how Vince is no longer using this facade. By letting himself feel vulnerable, Vince is now opening himself up to the possibility of getting hurt. That's why this final version of "Young and Beautiful" is one of the most underrated ballads in an Elvis film. It's so overshadowed by "Jailhouse Rock" but I think this is one of Elvis' best songs. It 100% reflects this vulnerability Vince feels and yet it also reflects contentment with his life. He's actively asking Peggy to be with him in song, and is entirely letting that decision be made by her. I'm glad that they didn't kiss at the end because it shows Peggy just willing to be with Vince is enough. Vince is just happy to be alive and to at least have the chance to be with Peggy.

It's such a shame that Judy Tyler passed because I feel like she could've been a great actress and could've costarred in other Elvis projects. She also could've been a great friend to someone like Elvis who needed friends in Hollywood. Despite, my issues with Vince's interpersonal relationships, this film is a great depiction of this intrapersonal journey that Vince goes through. We see a confident man get broken in prison, develop a hardened heart and arrogance only to get broken again, and finally allow himself to be vulnerable. In fact, as a preview to my fighting tier list, I would rank Vince in C tier if not lower. He only won one fight by accident, and by the end of the film, he just hasn't shown enough skill to rank higher.

Ultimately, there are some story and character issues, but Jailhouse Rock is very well deserving of being preserved in the Library of Congress. It easily depicts how Elvis could've reacted to success and how in the world of white music, represents a change in pop culture. Country music was no longer popular because of artists like him. This film is a great summary of just how much things were culturally changing in the 50s and how Elvis himself was characterized. He, to the outside world, comes off as crude and aggressive, but when you take away the image and the bravado, he had a raw vulnerability of a young man just wanting to make it big. I would give JR a 9/10 and would highly recommend watching this.

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So sorry this took months to make. I think this is the review I had the most to say about. I had my opinions change about this film so many times that it was hard to right a clear review. I'm still open to discussing this film from an analytical perspective. Requests are still open so if there's an Elvis film you want me to review, feel free to send it in.

[x-infernhoes-x]

She’s My Collar- Basilio x Reader

Title: She’s My Collar

Genre: Romance, Smut, Porn with Plot

Warning(s): Mentions of Semi-Public Sex, Car Sex, Mentions of Alcohol, Implied Consent, Basilio nearly murdering someone because they spoke badly about you

Description: KAI IF YOU’RE READING THIS, THIS ONE’S FOR YOU AND ALL OF YOU BASILIO SIMPS 

NOTE SOMETIME AROUND 3:00 AM YESTERDAY NAWALA YUNG ORIGINAL PUTANG INA I WAS THIS CLOSE ON FINISHING IT SHDJGFHJBDKJBSEDVGSJHGBKHGSFKJBGBKJGBJGLJBGWL  AN HOUR’S WORTH OF WRITING G O N E AND I HAD TO REWRITE EVERYTHING I AM STRESSED AND DSBJKGBKJFSDGNB SO ENJOY.

4:31 AM NOTE UPDATE YESTERDAY: langya ayoko na. matutulog na nga ako, sakit na ng likod ko.

6:50 PM NOTE TODAY: I’M GOING TO FINISH THIS BEFORE MIDNIGHT COMES. ALSO, DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE KIDS!!

12:10 AM NOTE TODAY: The note above this one is a lie. I managed to continue this after family night lmao but enjoy still. Tried my best to make it gender-neutral as possible but yeah :’) I kinda failed successfully I think???

  You and Basilio have been dating for quite some time now. Although he was a messy guy you made sure that you had his back and helped him out to work on how to keep his sloppy tendencies at bay and in turn he would shower you with love and affection that you would usually get from the demi-god of war. Basilio was the perfect guy, he was a sweet lad who made your lonely days better, he made sure that you were cared for in any shape or form and he always had your back in everything and he would give you anything you would ask for in the world. The two of you barely even fought and if you were to fight, it would be more of a joke one than an all-out screaming match. He was the best thing that has ever happened to you and you constantly thank Bathala for it and Basilio thought the same. The two of you were a match made in heaven.

 Although despite your busy schedules keeping the two of you apart, you both made sure that you and your loving boyfriend would get the chance to hang out together. Often, you and Basilio would frequent the Diabolical together, just basking in each other's presence, tucked away in some booth Hank had reserved for the two of you, or sitting by the bar just chatting about each other’s day. You could recall Hank telling you that whenever you were around or that when someone ever mentions your name, Basilio seemed to calm down and would eagerly listen into whatever conversation had said your name. There was a time where Basilio nearly knocked someone’s teeth out because they were talking badly of you and it took Crispin, Maliksi, Hannah, Amie, Alex, and Hank himself to hold back the younger twin and prevent him from punching someone’s lights or teeth out or even prevent a murder from ever happening.

 “Alam mo, (Y/N) pag naririnig ni Basilio na dadaan ka rito, parang siyang aso na di mapakali. Kulang nalang na magkaroon siya ng buntot e.” Hank joked as he was cleaning the freshly washed glass, watching Basilio flush red, face buried into his forearm as he groaned in response while you let out a small chuckle.

 Now looking back, that memory seemed to be far away from you. Tonight happened to be your anniversary with Basilio and instead of a cozy night in, he wanted to do something different.  Basilio wanted to take you out dancing and bar hopping around Bonifacio Global City’s luxurious bars (sometimes you wondered to yourself how the hell can Basilio afford this.) and maybe take you sight seeing around the place when you got the time. Pacing around your living room in your apartment, you were about to shoot him a text message when a knock at your door had interrupted you from doing so, nearly dropping your phone in the process. “Sandali  lang!” you yelled to whoever was outside the door. If there was one thing you learned from dating Basilio, it was being vigilant. You had to make sure that the person on the other side of your door was your boyfriend and not some kind of Aswang or any malicious person who had a personal grudge against the twins and Alex. Taking a peek at the pee hole your door had, you were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend, Basilio grinning up at you as he waved. Instead of wearing his suit, Basilio was in his casual clothing for tonight, his long silken locks pulled back in a half-up, half-down man-bun.

 Opening the door, you then welcomed him with open arms before proceeding to smack him playfully on his arm, an amused smirk on your lips as you opened your mouth to speak, your tone light and teasing, “Took you long enough! Siguro na-traffic ka no?” Basilio could only roll his dark eyes at you as he placed a loving kiss upon your head. “Hindi a, si Kuya Crispin kasi e, sobrang tagal niya sa banyo kaya ayun.” Pulling himself away from you, he then offered his arm for you to take with a grin, his head tilting towards the direction of the door as he spoke, “So ano? Tara na?” “Siyempre naman.”  

 After making sure your apartment was locked, the two of you went down towards the direction of the parking lot and took a couple few selfies inside the elevator, you and Basilio were off. While in the car, the both of you would scream along to the lyrics of Ang Huling El Bimbo by Eraserheads while in traffic. On your way to BGC, both of you were surprised to see Maliksi and his significant by the stoplight, taking the advantage of the long-ass stop to chat with the Prince of the Tikbalangs and his fiancé. Your conversation was cut short when the stoplight had changed from red to green, saying your goodbyes to each other as Basilio drove away to your very first destination, which was none other than XYLO at The Palace.

  In all honesty, you’ve heard about this bar but it was the first time you got to enter the place itself. The both of you got lucky that the place wasn’t as packed and that you got there early before the actual party had started. Both you and Basilio then made your way over to the bar to grab your first drinks of the night. The two of you chatted for a while, occasionally nodding your heads to the beat of the song. After a while, the night seemed to kick in and both of you were already at what seemed to be your 3rd or 4th bar of the night, this time you and Basilio were jumping up and down to DJ Khalid’s song ‘All I Do Is Win’ before the both of you screamed along with the rest of the patrons, “Putang Ina, Alak Pa!”  and time seemed to flow faster than ever as you and your loving boyfriend went in and about around BGC’s classiest bars, downing every single drink you two could manage and take or even dance along to the songs the bars provided while occasionally sharing a kiss here and there, not minding the reek of alcohol and sweat clinging on each other’s bodies as the two of you laughed.

 Sometime around 10:30, you and Basilio were shitfaced to oblivion but both of you were used to it. You had lost count on how many drinks you’ve managed to down yet you and Basilio couldn’t care less, you were certain that you heard your phones ring but you two never got the chance to answer them because Basilio was busy doing body shots on you or you making out with your boyfriend in some hidden corner of the bar. You were starting to get the hint that after your little make-out session at Club Haze, he was focused on one thing and you knew what that meant, despite being inebriated out of your wits. So what do you do? Put on a show for him of course.

 You knew Basilio was sitting by the bar because you told him you were going to use the bathroom to freshen up a little bit since the club felt a little bit humid. What he didn’t expect was you sashaying over to where the dance floor, the last notes of Nelly Furtado’s Maneater fading away only to be replaced by Doja Cat’s Streets. To you, the sound seemed to have slowed down and you weren’t sure because it was the alcohol’s effects taking over, nobody else in the club mattered but your boyfriend alone.  The figures around you seemed to blur and Basilio was the only one you had your eyes on as your body moved to the beat, eyes half-lidded and lips slightly parted, and even from afar, you could see your demi-god of a boyfriend shuffle in his seat, his cheeks brightly flushed even under the lights of the dark club (yes, Basilio even tried to hide his raging boner from everyone but he was failing miserably). You knew that he was watching you closely like a predator ready to strike and even from afar you can tell that he was getting impatient with your games and that made you smirk. You knew that Basilio had a thing for Semi-Public sex and your several other experiences with him were proof of that, hell the two of you almost got caught one time and you were internally thankful that you weren’t. But tonight, Basilio’s going to abide by the rules of your own game and not his.

The opening bass beat from Beyonce’s Yonce/Partition was your cue to take things up a notch by making your way over to the bar where you had stood upon the counter (you had asked the bartender and the rest of the patrons who hung around the bar save for Basilio in advance and they seemed to agree with it just as long as you were careful) and made your way down the counter, hips sashaying and your body with every beat and drop before stopping to where he was, a smirk on your face, your hands running up from your thighs and right past your chest in a sensual manner, leaning in just so you could ghost your lips over Basilio’s eagerly waiting ones before pulling away with a wink. Once your little show was done and you had gone down from your counter with the help of the bartender you had just spoken to before making your way over to the dance floor once more to dance just as your song, She’s My Collar by Gorillaz began to play only to be caught short when you felt a hand grab you by the wrist.

Despite being drunk you were still smart and quick to retaliate towards whoever had grabbed you only to be surprised to be looking right directly at your boyfriend’s dark obsidian gaze, his breath slow and ragged and you knew you were in it for real this time the moment he said, “We’re leaving.” In a tone, you’ve never heard from him before and that seemed to send shivers and chills up your spine as he dragged you away from the bar to head right outside.

Honestly, the whole trip back to the car seemed to pass you by like a blur, you would occasionally stumble on your own feet, which prompted Basilio to sling you over his shoulder like you were nothing but a sack of potatoes (at least it gave you a perfect view of his ass). The moment you arrived at your car, however, you were thrown haphazardly into the backseat after Basilio had unlocked the door with ease and then entered the vehicle as well, quickly pulling you up on his lap where he locked his lips with you in a heated kiss, hands roaming around your body with such need and you could feel his erection straining against the fabric of his dark jeans. You were surprised at first but once the initial shock and surprise had worn off, you kissed him back as well with the same passion and need that he emulated from his kiss, your fingers and hands made a quick undo of his man-bun and top, hastily unbuttoning them, eager to touch the skin underneath it and leave marks on it. Basilio could only groan in response to your touches, his tongue exploring your mouth like uncharted territory, his hands groping your behind with such force that made you moan out his name, a quiet hiss of “Tangina.” Soon followed your surprise.

 In your mayhem of desire and lust, you didn’t notice Basilio play Chase Atlantic’s song Devilish on the radio.

 Clothes were thrown around and about in the space of the car and in that blur of clothing being discarded around, you were honestly surprised when Basilio had lifted up your lower half towards him, his lips trailing kisses down your stomach and thighs before his head disappeared in between your legs, bestowing you the best oral you’ve ever had received from him in your years of dating. You couldn’t thrash around with him holding you so tightly against his face as he went down on you but your hands were free to roam and tug at his long silken locks, his name spoken like a prayer  and just as you were about to reach your peak, he had pulled away from you, a sadistic yet innocent smirk placed upon his now glistening chin and lips coated in your slick as he spoke, “Not yet, babe.”  Winking at you, he gingerly set you down before he leaned over to where his now discarded jeans were as he pulled out his wallet, fishing out a condom and a small pack of lube for him to use. Once the foil was open and the rubber was on his already hard dick, he then proceeded to open the pack of lube, rubbing it on his length before instructing you to get on your hands and your ass up for him.

 And by Bathala you began to see stars the moment he had entered you. Your nails seemed to dig on the dark leather surface of the car’s upholstery, your back arched to the extreme and you were certain that you could feel Basilio trailing kisses along the expanse of your neck, shoulders, and back, his hands guiding you on his length while yours snaked around to reach for him, tilting your head sidewards to catch his lips in an open-mouthed kiss, his manhood still relentless at fucking you senseless and in between the thrusts and moans, you were thankful that the windows were tinted from the outside or else the two of you would’ve been caught. Throughout the whole night, you two spent it by doing it on every single surface inside the car, doing every single position the two of you could think of, taking each other to new heights with every pose the two of you did, and yes, let’s just say you were sore the morning after that.

 Once the morning came around, the two of you were still naked and you were sure that after your last round with your loving boyfriend, you felt the waves of your hang-over wash over you like a wave, making you groan out in pain. Everything was sore with you and your body was littered with hickies, bruises, and scratch marks while Basilio, who had his healing factor with him thanks to his demi-god status, was relatively unscathed but he did have some hickies of his own to present to the world. Shuffling, you gently nudged Basilio awake as you spoke, “Babe, anong oras na??”

 At your action, your boyfriend, still groggy from sleep, could only groan at this, his hand reaching out to search for his mobile phone to check the time. Squinting, he then saw the time on his phone but the color on his face seemed to drain the moment he saw several missed calls and messages from his twin brother and the Babaylan-Mandirigma herself. “SHIT!” Basilio managed to cry out of sheer panic, his head accidentally hitting against the roof of the car, making him hiss even more, hands holding the spot where he had hit his head. “Lagot tayo kay Bossing, (Y/N), kagabi pa niya tayo tinatwagan kasama ni Kuya Crispin.” At the mere mention of Alex and Crispin’s name, you seemed to understand the sense of urgency before the two of you began to clean up the car, dressing up as you did so, attempting to make yourselves look more presentable and cover the tracks from yesterday’s events. Once done, Basilio was driving like a speeding madman in a rush to head back where his brother and Alex were at.

 It took him at least an hour to arrive at their destination with Alex taking the role as today’s designated driver while Basilio sat in the back with his brother. “San ba kayo galing? Kagabi pa namin kayo tinatawagan ni Crispin, (Y/N), Basilio. Ano ba nangyare, ha?” Alex spoke, her eyes flickering over to where Basilio was, sheepishly scratching the back of his head as he spoke, “Sensya na ho, Bossing. Nag-sight seeing kasi kami ni (Y/N) kagabi tas nag-bar hoping kami tas pagkatapos nakatulog kami dito sa kotse.” A little doubtful of this, Alex could only glance at you from the corner of her eye, expecting for you to react but you held your emotions close to your heart as you spoke, “Totoo po yung sinasabi ni Basilio, bossing. Di po naming sadya na di kayo replyan ni Crispin. Di na po mauulit.” Nodding, Alex then excused the both of you and the car ride was silent, save for the fact that the radio was playing Last Friday Night by Katy Perry. You did feel a little bit cold however and you couldn’t help the fact that something was missing until Crispin screamed out in surprise, horror, and disgust, finally noticing the thing you were missing. Ah shit. “TANGINA BASILIO, ANO TO!?!?!” Crispin managed to yell out, holding up your lace underwear for everyone in the car to see with Basilio quickly snatching the piece of clothing away from his brother, tucking it in his pocket before he responded, “ANONG-ANO KA DIYAN KUYA!?! WALA KANG NAKITA!!”

You silently prayed to Bathala for him to forgive you but you were sure as hell Alex won’t. You made a mental note to not ever do it in the car you guys use for missions ever again.

[whereisten]

The Ex-Boyfriend

A Jungwoo fic that’s part of our a Halloween Series!

Summary: as a stripper, you always found yourself dancing for odd men, but one night, you’re assigned to dance for your ex-boyfriend, Jungwoo. Things go well, really well..that is, until the next day when you discover his secret.

Pairing: Bachelor!Jungwoo x stripper!reader

Genre: smuttt, angst, horror

Warnings: alcohol use, smut!! (Dry humping, oral sex (m and f receiving), car sex mentioned, protected sex), deception, blood, knife use, violent acts.

Word Count: 5.7K

(A/N: about a year and a half ago someone requested a Jungwoo smut fic..well...I finally got to it💀there’s a big plot twist at the end though, it’s quite disturbing so..I’m sorry in advanced❤️but other than that I hope you like it👀)

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[8:50 PM]

You massaged your body with a glitter infused lotion to compliment your skin. 

You liked feeling like a literal shining star when you danced, so why not.

It’s almost time to head to your client for the night, a wealthy bachelor that was due to be married in two weeks. His friends hired you to give him one last night with a private dancer before he was “bound to one woman for the rest of his life.”

They made it seem like his life was over, but you were used to it. Men always wanted one last night where they had “options” and could freely look at the women whose bodies they desired.

You didn’t care, you just wanted the money so you could save up for a music studio and continue to make your own songs. Tonight was gonna be like any other night. You dance for them, but they can touch you. Just look pretty and sexy for a few hours, you can do this. 

You never knew the identities of the men you danced for because it wasn’t necessary, they were all just blank faces for you.

But you didn’t know that tonight would be different.

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[11:36 PM]

The private party at the upscale apartment was starting. About six of your coworkers were there with you, dancing slowly and grinding to the music with the men at the party.

The guys drank and laughed with each other while they drank beer and took shots. They were all sweet and respectful, no on acted out of line..yet. I’m sure none of them wanted to deal with the 6’5 and intimidatingly strong bouncers outside of the door that were there to ensure your safety.

Your coworkers flirted and gave the men lap dances while you stood in the corner and watched. You were assigned to the man of the night so technically you didn’t have to dance yet, but you were growing impatient. You wanted to get this over with so you could take off your harnesses, makeup and 6 inch platform heels.

Was he shy? Was he not interested anymore? Some men grew nervous with these kinds of parties. You weren’t sure what his problem was, but what you did know was that you needed to make some money. No dancing=no money, your boss was kind but she always made that clear.

All this alcohol around you and you couldn’t even drink it either. You only drank water and watched your friends have fun and the men shout and woo over them like they were at the club. 

You decided to speak to Johnny, the hired DJ that was spinning some trap music with sexy deep bass and intoxicating singing. Enough to make any man want more than just a lap dance.

“So..the man of the hour isn’t showing, huh?” Johnny said after he took a sip from his red solo cup.

You rolled your eyes and stood beside him at his set table. You looked down and observed all the expensive tech supplies he had.

“I guess not..”

He turned and looked you up and down. “He’s missing out.”

You ran your hands up your sides and played with your bra straps while biting your lips before giving him a wink.

“You think so?”

Johnny laughed as you stepped closer. “Yeah, you look amazing..as usual.”

You blushed. You did have a small crush on Johnny but he was in a complicated relationship with his girlfriend for the longest time. You never got a chance to ask him to dinner. But then again, you weren’t sure if he liked you too, or if he was just like any other man that thought you were sexy. 

“I could, you know, dance for you if he doesn’t show up..” you looked back at the table.

“And when I’m done..you could repay me by letting me play with your toys..” your voice trailed as you reached out to touch one of the sound pads.

He quickly grabbed your wrist and shook his head.

“Oh no, baby, not these toys..”

You stuck your tongue in your cheek and looked up at him, waiting for him to continue.

He rubbed his thumb on your wrist and licked his lips. “I can show you my other toys later..”

You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to respond, but a loud uproar came out from the living room where everyone was.

“He’s here!! Hell yeah!” One of the men shouted.

You looked to the door and saw him walk through. Another man patted his back and  ruffled his hair.

“There he is!!” The man laughed.

You walked away from Johnny and closer to the room so you could finally see your client’s face. It was him.

“Jungwoo?” You said quietly.

“You know him?” Johnny asked, you didn’t know how he heard your voice over the music.

“Yeah..we..dated..in high school.” You sighed, shit.

“Well..that’s awkward.” Johnny laughed and put his headphones on.

You stepped into the living room and twirled your thumbs. Things didn’t end on bad terms, so you weren’t sure why you were nervous now. 

He’s just another client, just dance for a few minutes and you can go home. He probably doesn’t even remember you, don’t be affected by this.

You lied to yourself. Of course he remembers you, you were each other’s firsts. 

Your heart rate grew and you panicked as you watched the adorable man smile and talk friends. 

He didn’t have that awkward bowl hair cut anymore. Instead, his hair was part to the side and cut low on the sides and the back, he gained more muscle and height, towering over his shorter friends. But his eyes were still a deep, beautiful brown that sucked you in.

Oh, he was still handsome. It’s only been three years since you last saw each other at graduation, but he had grown so much.

He broke up with you because he knew he’d be going to college overseas, but it still hurt. You wanted to try to make it work, but he didn’t.

You thought you had gotten over him, but the stinging pain in your heart told you otherwise. And here he was, getting ready to be married to the love of his life, who wasn’t you. Clearly, he had moved on.

You cleared your throat and looked at the floor. You walked away and went to the kitchen to get some water.

You closed the fridge door and rested your head against it, closing your eyes and breathing in deeply. 

It’s just a dance, it’s just a dance. You’re used to this. He’s just another blank face.

“Y/n...” his heavenly and breathy voice entered your ears from behind you.

You turned slowly and looked at the ground, feeling a sudden shyness as you remembered that you were only covered in leather straps, a g-string and glitter.

You held onto your solo cup tightly and looked up at him. “Jungwoo..”

He smiled and it sent that familiar feeling through you. Like a thousand small birds were trying the escape the cage that was your chest.

It was a feeling you hadn’t felt in years, and you wondered if he knew he had this affect on you still.

“It’s nice to see you..you look amazing.” He gasped and stepped closer.

You gave a small smile and tucked your hair behind you ear. “Thank you, it’s..nice to see you too.”

Jungwoo laughed. “so..they told me, you’re my dancer”

You nodded and laughed. “Yeah, if I knew you were gonna be the man of the night I would’ve declined.”

Jungwoo’s beautiful eyes crinkled as he laughed. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that..I’m not gonna make you dance for me, I know I’m not your boyfriend anymore.”

You gasped when you realized that what you said may have been offensive.

“Oh..no, I didn’t mean..I mean, I’ll dance for you if you want me to! I just..I wish I knew beforehand. It’s not you..it’s...”

Jungwoo waved his hand. “it’s okay! I know what you meant, I’m not offended.” He giggled, his goofy smile made you feel warm.

You smiled wide and thanked the universe for making the music loud enough to drown out the sound of your thumping heart.

“D-Do you want a drink?” You turned and opened the fridge to get him a beer, not noticing that his eyes drifted to your behind and your shiny legs, all the way down to your heels.

“Sure.” He licked his lips and quickly looked away.

You turned back around and handed the beer to him. “So who’s the lucky person?”

You tried your best to smile and look genuinely happy for him.

His smile turned into a frown. “She’s a girl I met at college..but..” he was interrupted by his friend.

You wanted to ask but what? Why did it look like he had second thoughts on his marriage already?

“why the hell are you drinking that shit? We got the champagne ready!”

His friend grabbed his hand and motioned to you. “Come on.”

You nodded and took a deep breath before walking after them.

They all hugged Jungwoo and clapped for him as he struggled to open the champagne bottle. He was still so awkward. He turned to you and laughed, almost as if he heard your thought.

“I-I can’t get it.” He gave up and handed the bottle to his friend.

“Come on Jungwoo! You have to learn how to do this before your anniversary.” 

His friend called out while twisting the bottle opener into the top.

Jungwoo stepped away from the center and by your side. His hand ghosted over yours. He wanted to touch it, to feel your skin again.

Jungwoo was staring at you now, even as you watched the man open the bottle. He missed seeing your features, your smile and your eccentric eyes. 

He had a weakness for you unlike anything else. Even his fiancé couldn’t compare to you. He knew he was still in love.

You turned to him and smiled, looking at his plump lips as they parted slightly to tell you something.

But just as the words were about to come out, you were attacked by the spurting champagne onto your face and chest. His friend had angled the bottle towards you so that it would spray onto you as it opened.

You put your hands out and cried out at the sudden feeling of the cold liquid all over you.

The men laughed while your coworkers ran over to you to make you were okay.

“What the fuck, Donghyuck?!” Jungwoo yelled.

You ran off to the bathroom and shut the door. Luckily, none of the champagne had gotten into your eyes but you still lowered your head to the sink to wash your face off.

You wiped your eyes and looked up at the mirror.

You heard a banging on the door. “Y/n! Are you okay?!” It was Tiffany, your closest coworker.

“I’m fine!! I’ll be out soon.” 

Shit. You mascara was running and your lipstick was smudged. Your makeup was a mess now and you felt like crying, how could you look like this in front of your ex? It was bad enough that you were hired to be a dancer at his bachelor party, but now you looked a complete mess.

Everything was going wrong and you started to tear up. He was happy with his life as a lawyer and his fiancé and here you were, a dancer that was saving up for your dream. And why did you still have feelings for him? It all made you sad.

You just wanted to go home, but you had to make money.

You heard another bang on the door. 

You threw the door open forcefully as you were frustrated at the nights events. You thought it was Tiffany being impatient, so you yelled. 

“I said, I’m fine! Just give me a moment!”

When you opened your wet and angry eyes, you saw Jungwoo’s worried face.

“Oh..oh, I’m so sorry.” You said quietly.

He shook his head and stepped into the bathroom before locking the door.

“No, I’m sorry. That was my fiancé’s brother, he’s an asshole.”

Jungwoo grabbed a hand towel and wiped your face gently, making sure to wipe away the mascara on your cheeks and the red lipstick stains around your lips.

He moved slowly and watched your lips while you looked at his concentrated eyes.

He was so close to you now in the bathroom, your back against the counter as he bent down to help you.

He pulled away and looked into your eyes while holding the towel at his side. 

“You’re still beautiful.”

His voice was low as he watched your wide eyes.

Your heart went wild, you looked at his lips and thought of how soft they were. 

“Thank you.” You quietly uttered out.

He stepped closer and took your chin in his hand, his hot breath hit your lips as he brought his face down to yours.

Did he still like you like you still liked him?

You swallowed hard and looked away, why were you getting your hopes up? He was due to be married in two weeks and surely, you’d never see each other again after tonight.

“I—I can’t do this, Jungwoo.”

“Y/n..I’m sorry, I’m sorry for leaving you..I never stopped thinking about you, but I thought you moved on so I didn’t want to bother you..I caused you so much pain, I’m sorry.”

Jungwoo let go and turned to leave.

You held his arm and stopped him.

“Jungwoo..” you weren’t sure why you stopped him, or even what you wanted to say. A thousand thoughts ran through your mind. His close presence in the intimate room was driving you crazy.

And so you said the first thing that came to your mind.

His eyes grew as he looked into your large ones.

“D-Do you love her?” You whispered, immediately regretting your invasive question.

Jungwoo licked his lips and looked to the floor while sighing.

“Y/n...no one makes me feel the way you make me feel, if it’s love that makes me crazy for you..then no, I don’t love her.”

You sighed and let go of his arm, he was still turned to leave.

“Jungwoo...” you quietly called out his name and with the sound of your beautiful voice, he quickly turned around took your face in his hands.

You closed your eyes as you finally felt his pillowy soft lips on yours. He kissed you deeply, never letting go of your lips as your hands rubbed his back.

His tongue teased your lips and explored your mouth. You moaned into his mouth, drinking in the taste of alcohol on his tongue.

He pulled away to breathe and put his forehead against yours.

“I wanted to do that all night.” Jungwoo chuckled.

You smiled and he placed wet kisses on your neck while you placed your hands behind you and onto the counter top.

You arched your back into him and moaned quietly again. Jungwoo put a hand on the mirror behind your head to steady himself.

“Jungwoo..” you were getting hot and sweaty as the heat from your close bodies built and the heavy breaths filled the air.

He didn’t push towards you. He was always shy when you made love, so you made the first step.

“Touch me, please.” You let out in a desperate breath.

Jungwoo couldn’t resist you. All the memories came flooding in, he remembered the dates you had together, your shy smile, your patience with him and even the way you felt the first time he came in you.

You tugged his shirt and lifted your legs up so that you could sit on the counter and wrap your legs around his waist. 

He ran his hands up your exposed thighs and breathed heavily as he looked at your exposed skin and lace covered private area.

He swallowed hard and went back to licking up the champagne that got on your neck.

You moved your lower body closer to him and grinded onto his crotch, wrapping an arm around his neck as he kissed your skin and bit it to leave a mark.

You moved your hot core up and down and over his covered erection, making a low groan escape him.

He pushed into you harder. You ran a hand through his brown hair and whined at the feeling.

You two were dry humping as the bathroom became hot and the sounds of your harmonizing whines and moans filled it. Jungwoo was a singer like you, so the two of you always made loud sounds when you had sex.

But luckily, the music outside of the door was louder.

You unbuttoned Jungwoo’s dress shirt while he watched your body grind against his. 

“Do you remember the first time we had sex?”

Jungwoo laughed. “Yeah, I came after like one minute..”

You laughed too and pulled him towards your face for another kiss.

“I missed you..” Jungwoo looked into your eyes, searching for reciprocation.

He smiled goofily when you blushed.

“Let me make it up to you.” Jungwoo tugged on one of the straps you had on.

“The first time sucked, I’ll be better this time..”

He kneeled down below you, pushing your legs away from his waist.

“Wait..what?” You asked as he looked up at you, his expression turning dark and daring. He moved closer to the apex of your legs, his hot breath fanning your lace underwear.

“I miss the way you taste, baby, let me taste you..” his voice lowered and you fell weak in his hands.

“Jungwoo..you don’t have to..” he was always a shy and obedient partner for you. You never had to ask him twice to do something as he just wanted to make you feel good. The men you had been with after him were cocky and self-centered, making sure they got off first and worried about you later.

He nodded and pushed his face towards your entrance while using his fingers to push the thin fabric to the side. He placed your legs over his shoulders and rested his head in the apex.

He licked a long stripe up your slit as you gasped and threw your head back.

He was slow and gentle with his tongue, using the tip to part your folds and collect the juices in between.

“Jungwoo..” you called out while fondling your breast.

He hummed when he heard you call his name, enjoying the way you moved onto his flattened tongue on your own.

You bit your lips and looked down at him as he added two fingers and circled his tongue onto your clit now.

Your breathing grew short and when you locked eyes with him. You could see a dark glint in them that sent chills up your spine and pushed you even further.

You could feel every dangerous flick of his tongue and every vibration. He moved his tongue faster as you moaned out louder and gripped the edge of the counter tightly.

“Ah..fuck..” you closed your eyes tightly as you came. He continued to kiss your entrance with his plump lips and lick up your essence as it escaped.

When he stood up, you continued kissing him.

He panted while you traced your hand over his bulge. You were about to pull his zipper down and get on your knees but he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“Can we have..just one more night?” He searched your eyes with a sorrowful tone.

You thought about it while looking at his precious face. You were just a dancer, you shouldn’t have let things get this far. It was your duty to pleasure him, if anything. But then again, he wasn’t just another client. He was one of your most loving partners. What harm could one night do?

You nod.

Jungwoo takes your hand and leads you out of the bathroom. Everyone is too busy partying to notice the two of you leaving, but Tiffany sees you. She was waiting for you the entire time you were in the bathroom to make sure you were okay.

You give Tiffany a nod as you head out the door.

Jungwoo took you back to his house on the countryside. You never stopped kissing even as he drove. You got on your knees and tasted his length, making it difficult for him to concentrate.

“Oh..y/n..” he glanced down at your head bobbing up and down as it coated his cock in spit. Your ass is up in the air and he can’t wait to touch it.

He wraps your legs around his waist and brings you to his room where he places you down onto the bed. You help him throw his shirt off, then go to take your heels and lingerie off , but he stops you by grabbing your ankles.

He tilts his head. “Keep them on for me, pretty.”

You nod and watch him crawl over you. He slides a condom on and pushes into you swiftly. You grip the sheets as you whimper from being stretched out so suddenly.

You don’t remember him being this big, but maybe he had a growth spurt.

You bent your knees and wrapped your legs around his waist as he thrusted into you again, making your breasts shake.

You lick your lips as his warmth from his large body takes you over. He kisses along your neck and groans while his cock slides in and out of your soaking pussy. It feels so good, he might just go insane if you stay so right for the rest of this.

He pushes in deeper while biting your neck.

“Jungwoo!” You cry out. 

Your nails scratch lightly at his back, your body trembles from being pushed closer with every satisfying thrust.

He grips your waist and forces himself into you repeatedly while watching you bite your lips and moan. 

You run your hand down his chest and abs. 

“I love you…” he looks into your eyes and says before rubbing your clit with his fingers.

You cry out. “Ahh!! Jungwoo..I missed you.”

“Will you stay the night?” His soft voice enters your ear and makes you shiver.

You’re so close.. you’ve never felt so adored, so wanted.

“Y-yes..”

Jungwoo smiles and grabs your waist as he flips you over him and lays down below you.

“Ride me, baby.”

He runs his hands up your thighs.

And you do as he says, swiveling your hips while bouncing up and down to finally orgasm. He digs his nails onto your ass to guide you down onto his cock.

He thrust upward into you and watches as your body becomes weak, your hair falls in your face as sweat coats your forehead. Your breasts move up and down, your nipples peeking through the falling bra as you move faster. All you can think about is the building pressure in the pit of your stomach, the way you feel every bulging vein run against your velvety walls.

You let out a few more moans and cry out, releasing onto him as he continues to pound into you from below.

Your body falls onto his chest limply, but Jungwoo finishes soon after once you tighten around him.

You both breathe heavily, he slides out of you and places you down beside him. Once your mind is clear, you go to the restroom to clean yourself up.

Meanwhile, Jungwoo goes to his closet and brings out a shirt and shorts for you to wear.

“Here!” He smiles widely once you open the door.

You grinned and thanked him while you took the outfit he brought for you.

The two of you fell asleep in his cozy bed not long after. Jungwoo played with your hair and massaged your scalp as he hugged you from behind.

“Jungwoo..do you really love me?” Your eyes were closed, the words barely escaped as you were half asleep.

Jungwoo smirked. “Of course.”

———

[The Next Morning]

You feel a stingingly cold piece of metal around your wrists. 

As you awaken more, you feel the same thing around your ankles.

“J-Jungwoo?” You try to rub your eyes as you peer them open but you only hear the jingling of chains.

“Good morning, y/n.” He says smoothly.

When your eyes finally open and focus, you look down at your ankles and see that they’re bound to the bed posts at the foot of the bet with chains.

You look to your sides and see your arms stretch above your head and bound to the bed posts as well.

“Jungwoo!” You yank on the chains. “What the hell is this?”

You brows furrow as you begin to panic.

Jungwoo stands at the foot of the bed. His back is to you as he tends to something on the dresser.

But then you notice he is in a long black gown.

“Come in! She’s awake!” He calls out.

Several men dressed in the same gown enter the room and stand in a circle around the bed.

“Jungwoo! Who are these people? What the fuck?! Let me go!!” You yank harder against the chains and begin to cry.

You look closer and recognize some of the men were from the party last night.

Jungwoo finally turns to you.

“Oh, y/n..I guess I should explain everything now.”

He smiles widely, giving you the creeps.

You ball your hands into fists and still try to fight your restraints.

“Jungwoo..please don’t do this!” You cry out.

“But I haven’t even explained what we’re doing yet?”

He tilts his head and smirks.

You breathe heavily and watch as he dips two fingers into the steel bowl in his hands.

“You see..y/n..a few years ago when I broke up with you..I was awoken. I was visited by a messenger of God and given the opportunity to change my life for the better.” He flicks some of the liquid onto your body.

You scream. “No!!”

He ignores your cries and continues. “I sacrificed my old life for a new one, one that would allow me to serve God by saving poor souls like yours..”

“Jungwoo! You’re insane!! I don’t need to be saved!”

“Oh, but my poor child, you do. You are the very definition of sin. You use your body to tempt men, lure them, and corrupt them. You, and other people like you, are the very thing that destroys our human race. We are so caught up in lust, that we fail to remember our God. We fail to serve him.”

“Fuck you! All you men were there last night! All of you paid for the entertainment, don’t blame me for doing something your thirsty asses wanted me to do!”

Jungwoo only laughs. “Y/n..God will be so pleased when he has received your saved soul.” 

Your eyes widened. “What?!”

He steps closer and flicks another spray of water onto your forehead.

“You’re a stripper and you must be cleansed of your sins, you must beg for forgiveness.”

“Fuck you!” You squirm on the bed.

“Help me please! Can't you see he's insane?!”

“I will now drink this entire bowl of holy water and transfer it to you. I did not spread my semen in you last night for fear that I would be tainted, so now I will bless you with my DNA.” Jungwoo tips the bowl into his mouth and gulps the liquid down.

The guy standing to your other side grabs your chin and holds your mouth open.

You try to close it but his grip is too strong. You whimper and struggle against your restraints once more.

Jungwoo spits the holy water into your mouth. You tried not to swallow it but you had to breathe.

You gag and choke once he pulls away and your chin is released.

You cough up loudly and squint. “Please..Jungwoo..please don’t do this, I’m sorry.”

Tears escape your eyes.

“It is not I that you should apologize to you, it is God. But do not worry, your sacrifice will be enough for our cult.”

“C-cult?” Your eyes widened as it all came together. Jungwoo joined a cult after high school, that’s why you never saw him again. And he looked different because he WAS different.

“We are a family devoted to God. But we need you to expand and bring about the purest being in the world, for it is only through the sacrifice of the ultimate sinner that we can be gifted with the purest angel.”

He steps towards you with a long knife in his hand now.

“We must first start by branding you with our symbol of peace..” 

“No no no no no..please!! Please don’t do this.”

He slices through the T-shirt easily.

He then places the tip of the knife into the center of your chest, between your breasts.

You cry out louder as you feel it pierce your skin.

Blood escapes onto it.

He then presses it deeper and draws a straight line down. You scream from the pain as he digs the knife in so deep, you feel it begin to grind against the bone in the center.

“In between the tempting breasts of the woman, the center of the sin.” Jungwoo then draws a line horizontally, cutting into your breasts as you cry out for help.

Blood splatters fall onto his face but he remains calm as the rest of the men do.

The pain is unbearable, you squirm in a last attempt to escape, but soon your vision goes to black as too much blood escapes.

———

You wake up several hours later when your chains begin to clink.

“No..” you mumble, your eyes feeling heavy and impossible to open.

“Shh!” The man says.

You finally open your eyes wide and look down at the foot of the bed to see someone unlocking the chains around your ankles.

When you look closer in the darkness, you see that it’s Donghyuck from the party. 

“Donghyuck?” You whisper. He was one of the men in the circle but now he was helping you to escape.

“You have to run, run far from here. You were supposed to go home when I ruined your outfit with the champagne, but it only drove you closer to him..I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”

He unlocks the chains around your wrists and steps back.

“Where am I?” You whisper.

“You’re about two miles away from the closest town, but you have to run, don’t stop, don’t look back.”

And you did as he had instructed you to do, you snuck out of the house with his help and ran through the yard as you cried. You still felt the pain of the scar Jungwoo drew in your chest, but you had to suffer through it for now, you had to keep running.

You got about a half of a mile out when you ran into a woman. You were running so fast through the woods, you nearly collided into her as she walked her dog.

“Oh my god!” You jumped as you dodged her by just an inch.

“Oh!” She yelped and stepped back.

You slowed down and bent over while panting. You held yourself up on your knees. 

“You-you have to run! They’re crazy! Get out of here!” You tried to warn her. She walked up to you and held your back.

“Oh my god...what happened to you? What did they do?”

You broke down. “I can’t..I can't talk now I have to go.”

The slim and young brunette rubbed your back and gave you a reassuring nod. “Sweetie, it’s okay, you’re with me now. You’re safe, I’m gonna help you. Just..slow down, tell me what happened.”

Tears streamed down your face. “They were gonna sacrifice me! There’s a fucking cult! And they were gonna kill me.. please take me to the police station.”

“Oh my god! That’s bizarre! I’m gonna take you to the police right now, don’t worry.” She held you in her arms and walked you through the woods.

You finally felt a sense of relief, like you were free from that maniac.

You thanked God for Donghyuck but you wondered if he would be okay after betraying the rest of them.

You caught your breath, but after walking for about 30 minutes straight, you noticed something odd. There was an “RIP” post made from cement that you kept passing. It felt like you were going in circles.

And then, the lady suddenly stopped.

“Wh-where are we?” You asked with a shakey breath.

She turned to you slowly and gave you a creepy smile.

“Right where we need to be, my child.”

Oh no..

Your eyes widened when you realized that she was a part of it too.

You turned to run, but collided into Jungwoo.

He holds tightly onto you and uses the same knife to stab you in the stomach.

You gasp and lean forward as a sharp pain shoots through your body.

Your mouth falls open, but you’re too stunned to speak.

The lady comes up behind you and turns you around.

“Thank you for your blood, thank you for being a sinner, my husband, Jungwoo, and I will give birth to the baby that will make this world right and it is all thanks to you.” She smiles as she takes the knife out and slits your throat.

Your blood splatters across her face. Her and Jungwoo laugh together as you die slowly in their arms. They drag you back to their house and drain your blood into the bathtub.

They drink it while bathing in it, then they make love. Jungwoo wraps his wife’s legs around his waist as she scratches his back and brings him deeper and deeper into her. He licks up the blood on her nipples while listening to her moan. Their bodies, hair, faces and lips covered in your blood as Jungwoo cums deep into his wife multiple times, planting the seed for their messiah to be born from sin.

[toitown]

📓

@belfryprepz Thanks for putting a book in my ask box!! I’ve had a few fanfics on my mind, it’s hard to pick just one to talk about. I recently revisited one I currently call “Here Comes the Trouble” which is a comedy (shocking considering that like 98% of my fics are pure uncut angst) inspired by Charlotte Dobre’s Bridezilla series on YouTube. The plot involves a lot of stuff about some OCs, so I recommend reading my “Burns Family Headcanons” post before this one to fully understand, but I’ll put in info about the OCs when I need it.

Part 1-

The plot starts with an in-story recap of some pre-plot events. It’s told to the audience that Heath has three adult sisters: Briana, Diana, and Susana. They’re bitchy (read: Karen) triplets born in that order, and per an old unstated tradition, Briana thinks she’s entitled to get married before Diana because of their birth order. Diana thinks that’s stupid, and happily says yes when her boyfriend proposes to her. Pissed that she didn’t get married before her “younger” sister, Briana was an absolute bitch to anyone within a 50 mile radius for the entire planning and actual wedding. The fact that Diana was a total bridezilla also made the situation about 10x worse. Briana ended up convincing her boyfriend to propose to her at Diana’s reception. Diana was enraged that Briana ruined her wedding by upstaging her at her own reception, and now that she’s planning her own wedding, is also being an absolute bitch to anyone within a 50 mile radius. And it turns out that Briana is an even bigger bridezilla than Diana was. All of this behavior is of course enabled by their entitled (read: Karen) parents and friends.

Trapped in the middle of all of this needless drama are Heath, Holt, and Jackson (and Holt and Jackson’s mom, Fiona Burns, but she’s not the focal point), who are sadly related to these people and were already begging for this dumpster fire to just end since the second it was started. Now they’re gonna have to relive the whole nightmare all over again plus some, before the first one has even had a chance to settle down. Fiona is putting on a brave face to deal with her brother and nieces, and the boys have just about had it with their family’s entitlement and rudeness. They’re hoping to lay low and ride out the storm from afar, but things take a turn when Briana starts insisting that Holt DJ her entire reception and is incredibly rude when he asks for some money to cover the costs of transport and the mixtapes. Fiona tiredly tries to convince him to just do it to “not cause drama and shut them up, because they’ll never hear the end of it from Briana and her mom Isabelle”, but Holt has had it! This is the last straw! He initially refuses and storms off to his room. But while he’s in there, he gets a deliciously horrible idea. So he goes back to his mom and apologizes for storming out, he’s rethought it and now agrees wholeheartedly to DJ the wedding for no cost whatsoever, much to her relief. He then messages Jackson and Heath with his idea and waits.

Part 2 coming soon…

[mushroommushy]

Lukalix December

Day 31 - Kisses

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The team was all gathered at a party that was hosted in a hall at the Le Grand Paris, Queen Bee having been the one to get them invited. While normally they would’ve been bored, Roi Singe and Carapace had spiced things up with a dj set and boom boxes. Similar to Jagged Stone’s concert all those months ago, there were bright and colorful lights blaring over the dance floor and dining hall. Bunnix had altered her suit to be slightly more formal. While others were wearing suit or dress modifications of their super suits, she didn’t generally like dresses and had chosen a loose fitting suit to wear in her signature colors of bright blue and white. Red had quickly joined that line up when Viperion had delivered several compliments to her, making a few nosy party goers lean over in interest.

Viperion was currently holding her hand as the clock read 11:50 PM, dancing with her gently through the night with her guiding his dance movements as she was more familiar with the ritual. “I’ve never been to a party like this..it’s so formal..” Bunnix’s face softened slightly, pulling him closer to her. “I know, but you’ll get used to it eventually. I didn’t like them either and I still don’t but I have no choice but to attend the ones I go to in my civilian life.” She didn’t mention anything more than that, as she knew there were still people listening to try and get a hint on her identity, as well as to be bothersome to try and get a hint on their relationship. Their closeness was something the public had yet to be seen since they started dating, which still wasn’t knowledge to anyone, even the team minus a few people. That being Ladybug, Chat Noir, Tigress and Phoenix.

The clock ticked closer to 12:00 AM, tiredness starting to tug at her eyes. She had gotten decent sleep this week with Ladybug allowing her and her partner better sleep after Sass had told her about them having a chance at akumatization due to stress. With her being the way she was, she immediately dove on top of getting a way to prevent that from happening in every way possible, allowing them to have a break from patrolling and showing up to fights unless absolutely needed for awhile. They had enjoyed several days already, cuddled up in either of their beds to watch movies to erase memories of haunting timelines. Even if they tormented them in their nightmares they knew they would wake up safe in the others arms. Last night she had woken to Luka sitting up with a sharp and sudden cry of fear and clinging to her with nails digging into the back of her shirt as she coaxed him back to sleep. She never minded, since he had done the same for her when she had vivid hallucinations of his death replaying in front of her.

Suddenly a count down started, couples rushing towards each other from conversations with friends to get ready for the traditional New Years kiss. Carapace had pulled Rena up onto his stand, holding her close up above on a balcony where his DJ set was. Bunnix gripped onto Viperion’s clothes, knowing that their secrecy with their relationship would end in a few moments to everyone but four people in the room. The clock finally ticked down as it hit Midnight, the snake hero turning her chin towards him and away from the count down as their lips met in a sweet kiss. A smile spread across her face, tasting a bit of chocolate from the sweets he had been having earlier. A snort nearly left her when he playfully nibbled on her lip with the fangs he possessed as an animal side effect, electing her to finally pull away.

Already a few people were whispering, sending a slight wave of embarrassment through her but Viperion stood strong, answering with a strong yes when people clamored to ask if they were a couple. Ladybug swung down from her wire to form a permitter around the two after seeing that they got flooded with questions after he confirmed it. “Alright, back up! Give them some space they don’t need you guys asking a million questions at once. I’m sure you’ll get them answered in a interview soon.” Bunnix sighed in relief, silently blessing Ladybug’s soul for calming down the crowd and whispering a silent thank you to her friend.

The party soon ended, both of them quickly getting out of their to avoid party goers but not before Rena had detransformed and asked for an interview on the relationship. At that, Bunnix had picked Alya up in her arms and leaped up onto the roof and ran to the bloggers home with her lover following her quickly. They landed on the balcony, plopping down on the couch as Alya rushed to set up her filming gear. She cleared her throat, starting the camera rolling. “Hey Peeps, Alya here with an exclusive interview with our time travel duo once more! New spill, they kissed during the New Years party at Le Grand Paris and people are curious and have a few questions for you two!”

Bunnix’s head dropped onto his shoulder, tiredness once again pulling at her eyes due to being used to being asleep at this time now. “How long have you two been dating?” Viperion’s voice sounded fuzzy and faded out to her as he answered. “About two months now. It’s been great.” Alya scrolled through her tablet before pausing again. “Have you been on dates yet?” Bunnix had already tuned out, half asleep with her eyes now closed and ears drooping over them to block out light. “More often as civilians but a few times in hero form. Last time it was Paris before it was a city and just a forest.” He chuckled. He glanced over, looking at his sleeping partner. “Ah- I suppose I should get going. She’s already out. We’ve been sleeping in more so she’s probably tired thanks to sleep schedules. Happy New Years to you all! Have a good one!” He lifted up his girlfriend and quickly hopped out the window, launching himself in the direction of the Louvre so they could settle in for the night finally.

[meechibell]

Build Your Own Sims 4 EP Challenge

Uptown World Expansion Pack

*My entry for #BuildYourOwnEPChall by #SimsBogdy99

 The 3 models I made are wearing all black salon uniforms. Dressing in all black takes the focus off of the stylists and puts it onto the clients where it should be.  All of their other outfits are made with their favorite colors in mind and are heavily themed with a 1980's vibe because I'm kind of stuck in that era because the music, fashion, and hair were so cool... still cool. So on with the pack...

Welcome to Rockin Key, the home of some of the world's greatest musicians!  Rockin Key is where the rich & famous go to play, and the locals that keep it going play here too. Located 5 miles West of Del Sol Valley, it's easy to find... follow the endless sounds of great live music across the 5 mile bridge to Rockin Key... the city that never sleeps.  Rockin Key entertainment venues are open 24/7. 

 On Rockin Key you'll find many new venues & plenty of room to build with 15 new lots to build homes/businesses! Including new lot types such as hair salons, Day Care Centers, houseboats, indoor concert halls, and movie theaters.

  Rockin Key (new) Venues Include: -Santiago's Hair Salon - Sims can now visit Hair Stylists, Nail Techs, & Estheticians for a variety of services. Don & Jori and their team are here to help you be the best looking version of yourself. Remember, it's all about the hair!

-Rockin Key's Slice of Paradise Concert Theater - This is the largest new venue. This is where the biggest names in the sim music industry come to perform. It's always the hottest ticket in town.  

-Rhapsody Twin Movie Theatre - Sims can now take their family, or a date, to the movies! The Plaza Twin Theatre has a full service concession stand, and the movie popcorn machine is always popping to make sure the popcorn is hot & fresh. To wash the popcorn down they also serve fountain sodas, and there's a variety of candy to choose from. In each theater for all sims' comfort, they'll find recliner chairs with built in soda & popcorn holders. It's stadium seating so no worries about someone's head being in a sim's line of view while enjoying their movie. And for the kiddies there are booster seats available.

-Sunny Sushi Bar - Indoor & outdoor dining w/ live music nightly by Toffee Butler (piano) or The Dunk-a-noos (steel drum band), located next to the marina. -Moody's Marina - Here sims can buy/own a luxury yacht w/ hot tub & full bar. Yachts can leave port and travel the area. Sims can fish off of a yacht or they can now charter a fishing boat.

-Lil' Sponges Daycare Academy - Sims can now drop off their children at this Nautical themed, state of the art Daycare Academy for ages infant - 5 years old. This isn't just a babysitting service; as an Academy it has licensed teachers to teach age appropriate lessons while keeping track of each child's growth and progress in their speech, fine motor skills, gross motor skills and social skills. By the time these little sponges are ready to move on to Kindergarten at 5 yrs old, many will be able to skip right into 1st grade.

NEW CAREERS

 -Hair Stylist This career is for the sim that believes it's all about the hair. Once a customer has the right hairstyle, anything is possible! Hair Stylists can wash hair, cut hair, color/highlight hair, perm or straighten hair & blow dry hair. Top level Supreme Hair Stylists unlocks hair extensions that come in long, medium, short, & extra short (to add bangs/fringe to most hair styles already in the game) with each length also being in straight, wavy, curly, or braided styles, each available in all colors for both females and males, age teen-elder. Depending on the hairstylist's level will be the outcome of the hairstyle given, so sometimes with lower levels there may be mistakes and corrections needed that result in comedic reactions by sims/hairstylists.  

 *Supreme Hair Stylist Bonus: Becoming a CELEBRITY HAIR STYLIST: Once a sim reaches top level as a Supreme Hair Stylist, they will begin to gain notoriety and in time will reach "celebrity" hairstylist status. Once this is achieved they will start to receive celebrities/rockstars as clients, be asked to go on location to music video sets, and backstage at concerts, to work on musicians'/celebs' hair, and they'll hob-nob with the rich and famous. Also, a celebrity hair stylist can be Owner & Creative Director of a very successful hair salon w/ barely any problems. They'll even be given the opportunity to own a chain of hair salons if the first one is successful. 

 -Nail Technician/Artist 

A career for sims that believe a person can't be their very best without well manicured hands and feet. Services provided, how well and how quickly done, depends on the level of Nail Tech/Artist. Lower levels may either take longer or make mistakes such as wrong nail color or spills water on the client.  Once a higher level is reached the Nail Tech adds Artist to their repertoire and unlocks fun nail art & nail accessories. When a sim visits a Nail Artist the prices are higher, appointment is quicker, and you get to choose the color(s) of nail polish used on the sim, along with a paint design (flowers/hearts/holiday themes) and/or nail accessories such as glitter or rhinestones.  

 -Esthetician For the sim that sees other sims as walking Barbie & Ken dolls and helps them reach that status through ridding them of any and all body hair through artful waxing. Starting level can only provide facials, moustache waxing, & eyebrow waxing/shaping. They also provide skin treatments afterwards to sooth the red hot burning newly waxed fresh skin after peeling off a layer with the hot wax. Clients are taken to a private area (behind a curtain or door) for body waxing. Bikini waxing for female/male adult-elder is unlocked once an Esthetician reaches the top level as an Elite Esthetician.  

(Note on how I see the Esthetician career as working in the game... Once an Esthetician reaches "elite" level they can start body waxing clients, so the nude sim laying on the table will have blurred privates, same as when they shower, but we'll know the spot the Esthetician is waxing as the sim will make some kind of horrible scream and/or face due to the wax being ripped off which makes for funny game play. You see it too, right?

 -Hair Salon Owner & Creative Director  This career is the ultimate goal for most Hair Stylists... a dream come true. This career is best suited for the sim who has achieved the top level as Supreme Hair Stylist because they know what they're doing, what the salon needs, and more importantly what their employees and clients need. Even with all of their experience and knowledge in the hair industry, they still hit bumps in the road and make mistakes. Hair Salon Owner & Creative Director may also work well for other salon employees after a sim reaches either the Finest Nail Artist level or the Elite Esthetician level. They will run into a few surprise bumps that the Supreme Hair Stylist knows how to avoid, but they have a better chance of success than a sim that has no salon experience. With that being said a sim without prior salon experience who can afford it, can be a Hair Salon Owner & Creative Director; however, that sim will  have a much more difficult time in being the salon owner & creative director with more mishaps, unhappy employees, angry clients, and more stress than the Supreme Hair Stylist that becomes an owner & creative director. Their chance of failure with the salon closing down is 50% higher than that of a salon employee & 75% higher risk than that of a Supreme Hair Stylist.  Top level for Hair Salon Owner & Creative Director opens up the opportunity for them to expand into a Hair Salon Chain Owner.

-Professional Contemporary Music Artist This career is for the sim that wants to be a Music Idol & Pop Culture Icon. Those that seek after a career as a professional contemporary music artist include sims that have dreamt about success as either a solo pop or hip-hop artist, or as a member of a rock band, or a member in a popular boy or girl band. Their journey begins when they begin to practice singing and/or playing instruments. As their skill increases, they'll gain notoriety performing in venues around town until finally a big music manager contacts them after hearing them perform in a local bar and offers them an audition. If the audition goes well, they'll then be offered a contract with choices such as music genre & solo artist or in a band to begin their musical career. Once the contract is signed, the sim will start receiving dates for live concert gigs that you will be able to follow and play sim through the onstage performances as well as the backstage after parties. At top level the sim will become known as a "King/Queen of Music" which will unlock many new items made for a rock/pop superstar including clothing,  jewelry, big hairstyles, & other rockstar items themed after 1980's musical legends that are known for their music & iconic fashion styles such as George Michael (Wham!), Prince, Bon Jovi, Tina Turner, Cher, Run DMC, Heart, Janet Jackson, DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince, Cyndi Lauper, & Boy George (Culture Club).

 NEW ASPIRATION CATEGORY: TRADESMANSHIP 

NEW ASPIRATIONS: 

-Supreme Hair Stylist 

-Finest Nail Artist 

-Elite Esthetician -Hair Salon Chain Owner -King/Queen of Music

 NEW TRAITS: 

 FINICKY - A sim with this trait is extremely hard to please & they change their minds often too. Finicky sims are the customers that businesses, hair stylists, & servers have nightmares about. They want things exactly like they want it, and if it's not to their preferences, they'll throw a hissy fit refusing to pay for services. At the hair salon they're the client that will ask for a certain hair style or nail style, and halfway through they'll change their mind or when finished burst out in tears saying they don't like it. If they place an order over the phone, or in a restaurant, there's a good chance by the time it arrives, they'll no longer want it causing them to pout, complain & refuse to pay for it. If they enjoy an activity one day, they may hate it the next. If they have a romantic interest, they may lose interest faster than other sims. They may even become the runaway bride or groom. Their likes & dislikes change often because they are FINICKY. 

LEECH - A sim with this trait is outgoing, cheerful, & charming so making a new friend, or romantic connection, is easy for them & quicker than other sims, but once another sim befriends them they will become the center of the LEECH sim's world. A LEECH will only want to do things with that one friend or love interest, and they will expect the same from that friend or love interest. They want to do everything with ONLY that 1 person, and can show up at any time, & anywhere, uninvited to be with them. When not with their friend, they're calling them on the phone, even if they're at work. And if they see their 1 friend/love interest being friendly with anyone else, they will act out in sneaky jealous "accidental" actions towards the other sim who is "stealing" their friend's attention away from the LEECH, such as spilling a drink on them, or bumping into them hard enough to knock them out of the way, or causing them to trip, or pulling their chair out from under them. A LEECH will talk to anyone that will listen to them, and when they're really lonely they will visit their favorite hangouts to talk to the employees knowing as a customer they have to talk to them and be nice. The LEECH is often a Rockin Key business' nightmare client because they tend to hang around bothering the employees or other customers looking for attention.   Some leeches even ask for free things like a drink. The LEECH doesn't have the same obsession with their family members, only with that 1 special friend/love interest which may be their spouse. With family members the LEECH is known for inviting themselves to dinner, or on outings (and of course leeches always forget their wallet no matter who they're with); however, when they make that 1 special friend or love interest their family is relieved because they get a break from the LEECH that will now come around much less often, if ever, while in the other relationship. Breaking off a relationship with the LEECH is not pretty either. They will throw huge fits no matter where or how the break up happens. And don't be surprised if the sim that broke it off now finds themselves being watched with a telescope or being followed when they go out as the LEECH has a very hard time letting go & may pop up at any time just to say "hi" w/ a creepy smile as they walk away. They also may find that their mail has been stolen when the electric is suddenly shut off due to non-payment since the LEECH out of anger stole their mail, though they're unable to prove it to the police. 

 WALLFLOWER- This sim is a romantic at heart, creative, super sweet & friendly, but has trouble approaching other sims, especially strangers because they're shy. They long to socialize with other sims & enjoy going out on the town to different venues/events hoping to make a friend, or meet that special someone; however, once they arrive, they will stay seated and will not approach sims becoming a WALLFLOWER while they wait for sims to approach them. Once they become friends with a sim, they're charming, super sweet, & a bit more chatty, but still more quiet & agreeable than most sims. Being shy they are the exact opposite of a leech as they will often pay for others, and wait for their friends, or family, to call them to make plans as they don't want to bother anyone. If a sim they care about takes too long to contact them they become gloomy or will sit at home & cry alone wondering why that sim doesn't like them. When it comes to business owners, the WALLFLOWER is a favorite customer/client as they're so sweet they're always happy/content with the service provided for them. 

 COUCH POTATO - They live to entertain themselves from a chair or a couch whether at home, a friend's house, or a night out. They tire much faster than other sims & have to sit down more often if out and about. One of their favorite things to do is sit and watch tv which they also enjoy blogging about their favorite shows and movies. If sim also has an outgoing trait they can often be found out at venues that have entertainment, or activities that require or encourage sitting such as a bar, movie theater, park bench, laying out by a pool, library, or hair salon. These venues look forward to visits from their COUCH POTATO customers/clients as they tend to stay awhile, spending more money, so they don't have to get up and go back home after coming all this way. The thought, or sight, of physical exercise quickly drains their energy, and they may need to stop for a power nap whether they are at home, a friend's house, or out on the town.

  New Objects: 

-Hair extensions (4 different lengths/textures/all colors) & accessories (barrets, headbands, bows, scarves) for all ages -Hair salon accessories - couches/chairs, mirrors, work stations w/ stylists' supplies, shelves, hair products -Nail Technician manicure table & chair, client chairs, nail equipment  

-Nail art & accessories -Esthetician table & supplies/cabinet -5 piece drum sets (2 sizes adult & child) -Steel drums in 4 different sizes 

-Electric Guitars 

-Bongos (2 different sizes)

-movie popcorn machine

-soda fountain

-Recliner chairs with large built in cup holders

-Oversized Kites 

A Special Thank You... I'd like to thank my daughter ( #SparkleMuffin21 ) and my son ( #DarthDjoe ) for their help in listening to my ideas and giving me their own opinions on this challenge, as well as pretty much all my sim's creations. My grown children both play Sims 4, so I value their opinions, and appreciate the kindness/patience they've shown me as they often help me by sharing their opinions on my creations. This time around they gave me a lot of advice on what I should or shouldn’t include, and my daughter helped me with the naming of the pack & the name of the town for this challenge. Thanks kids! <3

[imnotwolverine]

The marriage pact - Marriage material

Henry Cavill x OC Alice - multi-chapter

< Part 9 | Part 10 Marriage material | Part 11 >

Disclaimer: some strong language

Author’s note: I wanna slow dance like this real badly. Actually just any dancing really - darn Corona pandemic 😩

Word count: 1.315

(Link to my Masterlist)

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Dear readers,

I am hearing wedding bells as the last of my unmarried friends is tying the knot today. I don’t know what dress to pick yet, especially as the weather is being a bit temperamental, but at least one rule is a nice to follow guideline; no white unless you’re the bride. Which is a bit of a strange thing isn’t it? Why do European brides wear white dresses, when practically all of them are far from innocent and pure virgins? I have looked it up, just for the fun of it, and the answer to this question is surprisingly British in its origins.

The very same British queen who made Christmas trees popular, was apparently also the one to set the trend to opt for white wedding dresses. She thought the white would best highlight the delicate lacework she had chosen for her dress, though the other, true reason for selecting white (originally used in times of mourning) was less pragmatic and more romantic; she wanted to marry Prince Albert not as a queen, but as a woman who loved the man she was about to marry. The dress did that by reflecting her purity, innocence, and good sense, the usual hefty royal crown also having been replaced by a flower wreath on her head. Now, my dear readers, that is about as romantic as life is going to get. 

Queen Victoria brought romance and tenderness to an up to that point rather unromantic affair. And for that she is my personal hero.

Romance isn’t dead, long live the queen!

Ali

‘Blue suits you.’ Henry smiled, leaning closer to my chair as dinner was running to an end. I smiled, eyeing him in his sharp cut tuxedo, his usually curly hair tamed back into a smooth coupe.

Would his kids have those curls too? Ugh, don’t think about it Ali.

‘Thanks.’ I whispered, the party now erupting in loud applause as it was apparently time for the first dance, the music swivelling over the classically laid out ball-room floor. It was a nicely set out space; white clothed tables for dinner on the far end and a large dancing area in the middle, a bar and DJ on the sides. No need to move locations, no need to fuss and there even was a little children’s nook with a babysitter, so the parents could indulge themselves in some champagne and good conversation.

Very smart thinking.

‘And now..a warm applause for the groom and bride. Our dear Daniel and Loïs...’ The DJ purred with a deep, husky voice into the microphone, some people laughing at the overly sensual tone of his voice, another applause quick to erupt through the thickening crowd around the dance floor. Me and Henry joined in, Henry moving his fingers to his lips to whistle, the energy of the whole room elated as the bridal pair swivelled in happy circles around the dance floor.

Once it was decent to stop applauding, the newly weds gleaming and beaming on the dance floor, more couples started to join.

Love was in the air.

‘Would you do me the honours?’ Henry asked politely, bowing slightly as he reached out for my hand. I giggled, nodding my head in delight, my hand simply taking his and letting him pull me close to his chest - closer than was truly necessary. ‘Such a romantic.’ I laughed. ‘Oh you know me.’ He buttered, smoothly snaking his arm lower on my naked back.

He wished to make it clear we weren’t just friends. 

‘You were already a romantic from the moment you could talk.’ I said, leaning back into his arm so I could see his deep blue eyes, my eyes missing the fact that more than a few people in the crowd were studying me and Henry - Henry was after all a famous face to see and up till this point we had kept our intimate gestures to an absolute minimum.

‘Remember when we were dating in your college years?’ He said, leading me with slow, but well coordinated steps past a few couples until we reached the most inner circle of the dancing crowd. ‘Sure. The rose petals on my bed and all.’ - ‘Yep..me near breaking my back trying to climb up to your room.’ We both sniffled, my cheeks glowing from his body heat and the sweet memory. 

‘You know, I’m really sorry for how it ended back then.’ His voice took on a more serious tone.

Our eyes met again as our feet carried us effortlessly over the smooth lacquered floor, the music of the first song carefully being mixed into another slow-dance tune. I swallowed at the vision of him, his eyes near sorrowful, pleading me to forgive him. One moment I felt myself floating like a feather, the next I felt heavy as a rock, my heart guilt tripping as I looked into his deep blue puppy eyes.

‘We were young Henry. No need to forgive..or forget. We had our fun, but it couldn’t work. You were getting your first big gigs, and I was not able to be without you, besides I had my work and my Master’s degree. I mean..’ I shrugged, feeling his warm hand brush comfortingly over the small of my back. ‘Still, we didn’t really end it well.’

‘Yea..it was a bit..sudden.’ I leaned back into his chest, not wishing to show him what I was thinking; would it happen again? It always started off well, but once Henry’s life got more career focused, there was no space left for me to live and breathe in. He also leaned in closer, understanding the hint, his nose breathing warm air in the shell of my ear.

‘Please be with me Ali. When I said I was committed; I am.’

I didn’t answer.

—

‘Hey sweetie! Had fun?’ Mom was sitting at the kitchen table wearing her fluffy slippers and pink bathrobe, hair pinned around some candy coloured foam rollers and make-up still on fleek - she looked like she came straight from the 50s. I grumbled something indiscernible, wishing to just grab another glass of wine before retreating to my room. ‘Sweetie?’ She asked, wishing for me to answer. 

‘Mommm.’ I sighed, annoyance thick in my voice. 

‘You look very pretty by the way. All for Henry?’ She tried, raising a pair of teasing eyebrows. ‘Ugh..mom. Just..not now okay?’

‘Okay then..’ She said, her eyes still following me as I pulled open the fridge door, her lips blowing over her cup of late night hot milk. ‘I can make you some hot milk if you’d like.’ She tried again.

I don’t know whether it was the champagne in my veins or the fact that I had been a bit blunt with Henry, but before I knew it I started to shake, a few silent tears coiling down my cheeks as I tried to pour in some wine - but failing. Miserably failing. Just like my life. 

‘Alright alright.’ Mom got up from her chair and took the bottle from me. 

‘Looks like you’re not chatty tonight.’ She moved her arm to brush a lock of hair behind my ear, but I evaded her touch. ‘Ugh..I feel like a teenager again, mom. And I hate it, I’m 37. I ain’t got time for this!’ 

‘Oh baby pea..come,’ She pushed me towards her chair, strong mom hands pressing me down to sit. ‘..let’s make you some hot milk.’ She said simply, turning on her slippers and moving back to the stove to heat up some milk. 

With her back still turned towards me she continued: ‘You know, you don’t always have to be so harsh on yourself, Ali sweet. Just try and enjoy life a little.’ 

I knew she meant those words well, but I didn’t share the feeling. Not right now. More tears burst through the high walls I had built and I quickly shielded my eyes with my hands, the fear of missing out on some of life’s greater experiences - having a lovely marriage and kids - haunting my every shivery breath. 

‘I don’t know if i can, mom. I’m trying, really. It’s just..hard. I feel like its a bit of my last chance and..ugh..I don’t know.’ I wiped away my mascara draining tears when she placed a steaming mug of hot milk before me. 

‘I know baby. I know.’ 

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[domesticated-feral]

Steo Week 2020, Day 1

Title: Sorry about the puking, but where are my jeans?

Prompt: “So, we meet again,” Rating: Teen Warnings: Drinking, almost getting drugged, vomiting. WC: 3036

You can also read it on my AO3

Summary:

“You seriously don’t remember?” He asks. “I don’t remember anything from last night,” Stiles said. The man turns around and Stiles gawks as he realizes that it was Theo Raeken. “You had that same face when you saw me last night,” Theo said.

or

Stiles drinks one too many drinks and Theo is just a bartender whose shift ended early.

~

Stiles was back in Beacon Hills for summer break. Usually, he’d be psyched to be back, but the summer started with his boyfriend of 2 years breaking up with him. He still had the mood of crawling in bed and downing a whole season of the Office along with a pint of vanilla ice cream, yet he took the grueling 26-hour drive back on his jeep.

This summer break, the rest of the pack was mostly staying back instead of coming back to Beacon Hills, they wanted to explore more of the surrounding area where they were studying. Being alone was alright, but the evening was going on forever. He was idly scrolling on his phone when his best friend, Scott called.

“Hey, Scotty, what’s up?” Stiles asks.

‘Just calling to check up on my best friend who’s going through a break-up. How are you doing?’

“I’m doing great-” Stiles dryly chuckles-“Yeah, life’s just peaches at the moment.”

‘If I were back in Beacon Hills, I’d get you drunk, just like you tried to get me drunk back when we were 16.’

Stiles laughs remembering that night, “yeah, and you couldn’t get drunk cause you’re a werewolf.”

‘Yep, speaking of, why don’t you go to a bar, get a few drinks tonight, celebrate being a bachelor again, maybe find someone new?’

“Eh, I got nothin’ better to do, so maybe.”

‘Alright, anyways, Malia’s calling me, so talk to you later?’

“Sure, sure, bye Scott,” Stiles said, ending the call.

Stiles takes Scott’s idea of celebrating his new-found freedom with a couple of drinks. He takes his jacket and keys which were on the dining table and he heads out.

It was 6 in the evening and the clubs would be open, but mainly empty as the night hadn’t started yet.

Driving up to Nine Lives Nightclub, a newly opened gay bar in Beacon Hills, he parks his jeep close to the bar, that he wouldn’t have been able to do if he came an hour later. He decided to head to the nearby park to waste time there until sundown.

He sits down on a bench and takes his phone out. He had received 30 text messages from his ex, after 2 weeks of breaking up, he wants to apologize and to get back together.

‘I miss you, I was wrong, can we get back together? It was a huge mistake, I did the wrong thing, blah blah blah,’ Stiles read in his mind.

He wasn’t completely over the breakup, but he was at a point where he wanted to get himself together and forget about it all. Stiles already gave him a chance, it was his fault that he ruined it by running off to someone else.

He turns his phone off and stuffs it in his jacket pocket. He can deal with it later. Or never, actually. The evening sun glowed as it inched closer to the horizon, the clouds ranging from yellow to red to a deep purple. In a while, the sun will set, and the night will begin. A night to celebrate his status of being a bachelor, of how he can meet the love of his life any second now.

‘Hell Yeah!’ he thought as he psyched himself up for the night.

With the sun setting, people were going to line up and Stiles wanted to get in before the line got too long, so he walked out of the park and up to the club entrance.

“I.D, please,” the bouncer asks, holding his hand out.

“Nice of you to think of me as underage,” Stiles sarcastically mutters whilst taking his I.D out of his wallet.

He hands it to the bouncer who looks at it for a few and gives it back as he nods. Stiles smiles and walks in the club, putting his I.D back in his wallet. The club had a few people, the DJ was playing some slow chill beats and Stiles headed to the bar to get a starting drink.

“What can I get you for tonight?” the bartender asks.

“Beer, whatever brand is on tap,” Stiles ordered, sitting down.

The bartender nods and pours a pint glass of beer. He puts it on a counter and slides it over to Stiles.

“3 dollars, 50 cents,” the bartenders told Stiles.

“Put it on my tab,” Stiles said.

He drinks it, mainly chugging through the whole pint. “Another pint, please,” he said, sliding the glass to the bartender.

They refill the glass and slide it back over at Stiles. He drinks it, and doesn’t order another one, he turns around to face the dancefloor and seatings. People were coming in and the disco lights were on, creating patterns that were almost hypnotizing if anyone paid attention to them.

He looks at his watch, about 15 minutes to 8. The club was getting packed by the minute. People were mostly getting their drinks, but to dance thy must be drunk.

“A beer, please,” He tells the bartender who nods and goes to get a glass.

After a while, they come and give Stiles the beer which he chugs down. ‘Why just stop at beer, let’s do some shots!’ Stiles tells himself.

“5 shots of whiskey,” He tells the bartender.

Five shot glasses full of whiskey are placed in front of him a while later. Without any hesitance, Stiles downs shot after shot.

It was 8 now, and the club was raring, music blasting through the speakers, people getting drunk and dancing, some people kissing away at either a loved one or drunk stranger.

Stiles stands up, stumbling as his leg is asleep. He shakes it and goes to sit at one of the empty couch seats on the side of the club.

He finds one in a nice area where he can see the bar and the dancefloor. As he sits alone, two hands come from behind and touch his shoulders. They move and sit down close to Stiles.

“Hey,” The girl said, pushing her chest forward as she leaned towards Stiles.

“Oh, hey, oh wow,” Stiles said, and boy was he trying real hard not to look down.

“You want to do some shots? With me?” she asks, inching closer to Stiles.

“S-sure!” He stuttered.

She calls up a waitress and asks for 10 Jager bombs. She brings it up and puts them in front of Stiles and the girl.

Stiles quickly drinks shot after shot after shot, he was getting fired up and quite tipsy.

“Fuck Yeah!” He yells excitedly.

“Here, drink some more, handsome,” She said as she had ordered tequila shots whilst he was downing the Jager bombs.

Stiles takes a shot and empties 5 shots of tequila in 10 seconds. He suddenly feels the need to go to the toilet.

“I will be right back, gotta take a pisss,” he drunkenly said, elongating the ‘s’.

He stumbles his way to the toilet, slightly dancing to the music. He walks in and does his business trying his hardest not to aim outside the toilet. He flushes the toilet and washes his hands.

Sitting back down at the seating, the woman hands him a drink. It looked fizzy, probably sprite with vodka or something.

“I ordered a vodka sprite for you while you were gone,” she said, as he took the glass from her hand.

“Oh, nice, thanks!” Stiles said.

He was about to drink the whole drink when someone quickly comes up and grips on his wrist.

“What the hell?!” Stiles yells at the man since the man’s surprise iron grip made the glass tilt and spill the drink on his jeans.

“Hey! Why’d you do that?” the girl said.

Stiles takes a closer look at who was holding his wrist and recognizes him as a familiar face.

“Theodore Raeken?!” Stiles said to the man.

“Can you leave us alone?” the girl asks Theo.

“Sorry, hon, security is on their way to you,” Theo said to the girl.

“Am I- hic- arrested?” Stiles asks.

“Not you,” Theo said, taking the glass Stiles was holding.

“But I did nothing wrong!” the girl whined.

“I saw you drugging the vodka sprite, so did the cameras,” Theo said.

Two big bouncers came and took her away. She tried to fight, but they easily picked her up and took her out of the club.

“C’mon, get up,” Theo said, pulling him to his feet.

Stiles was too drunk to walk in a straight line so Theo had to lead and somewhat carry Stiles out to the back alley where the employee’s entrance and parking were.

Theo lets him sit down on the concrete, leaning against the dumpster.

“Stiles, how drunk are you?” Theo asks.

“I’m drunk- hic- like a skunk,” Stiles said.

“Stay right there, you need water and something to eat,” Theo said, walking back in the club.

Stiles looked around, his vision was doubled and blurry. He laughed at how distorted everything around him looked.

Theo walks back out and hands him a water bottle and a packet of Doritos. “Let’s just hope you sober up enough to drive home,” he said.

Stiles tried to open up the chip packet but his blurred vision and trembling hands didn’t help at all.

“Damn you, Dori- hic- tos chip packet!” Stiles said, chucking it to the floor.

Theo sighs, “I’ll have to help you, don’t I?”

He squats down near Stiles and opens the chip packet for Stiles. He opens the water bottle as well, knowing that Stiles won’t be able to open it.

“Try not to spill everywhere,” Theo said, handing the water bottle.

Stiles tried to drink water, but he missed his aim and spilled water on himself.

“You are definitely not going to sober up tonight without sleep,” Theo remarks.

Stiles finishes the Doritos packet and drinks water, spilling most of it as he tried to. Theo pulls Stiles up and walks him to his car. He puts Stiles in the passenger seat and puts the seatbelt on him.

“We going to Mcdonalds?” Stiles mumbles.

Theo gets in the car and drives them up to Stiles’ house.

“Isn’t that my house? I thought we were going to Mcdonalds,” Stiles whines.

“You are going to get a horrible hangover tomorrow, but first you need to sleep,” Theo said getting out of the car and letting Stiles out as well.

Stiles takes his keys out but passes out before he stuck the house key in the keyhole. Theo sighs and tries knocking on the door, hoping the Sheriff would open.

It was late, either the sheriff was asleep or not at home. This is not how Theo planned to spend the only night he ended his shift early. He wanted to leave Stiles’ passed out self on the porch, but he also didn’t want to.

He drags Stiles back to the car and drives to his small apartment. He carries Stiles to the couch and lies him down. Stiles coughs in his sleep and turns over, leaning his head out the couch, he does the ultimate worst. He pukes every single drink he drank before out in the middle of Theo’s apartment.

“Fuck,” Theo mutters as Stiles goes back to sleep.

He cleans it, spraying a ton of Febreze on the floor. He had enough, tonight and went to his room to sleep.

-

It was morning, Stiles knows that because he got woken up by the sun shining on his face, blinding his eyes the moment he opened them. His head pounded and his stomach felt like it was tied into a Gordian Knot.

He hears the curtains close shut, and the sizzle of an egg being poured on to a frying pan. He slowly opened his eyes and this was not his room at all.

“Where am I?” Stiles mumbles to himself, trying to get up.

“Yeah, don’t stand up, just yet,” A familiar voice said whilst he was sat up.

The movement of sitting up sent a huge pang of pain through his head. It was like he was getting pounded by a jackhammer. He holds his head as he grunts in pain.

After a while, the pain goes away and he looks over at the man who was making eggs.

“Who are you?” Stiles asks.

“You seriously don’t remember?” He asks.

“I don’t remember anything from last night,” Stiles said.

The man turns around and Stiles gawks as he realizes that it was Theo Raeken.

“You had that same face when you saw me last night,” Theo said.

Theo was shirtless, wearing a pair of basketball shorts while Stiles was only wearing his shirt and boxers. His jacket was on the floor and his jeans were nowhere to be found.

“Did we fuck last night?” Stiles asks.

“No, last night, you got drunk as hell and you were almost drugged and I took you home but then your home was locked and you passed out before you put the key in the keyhole so I brought you here where you puked on my apartment floor,” Theo recaps the night’s events for Stiles.

“Sorry about the puking, but where are my jeans?” Stiles asks.

“Well, when I tried stopping you from drinking the drugged vodka sprite, it spilled on to your jeans and I’m trying to clean the stain out of it, it’s drying in the bathroom,” Theo said, turning around to tend to his omelet.

“You usually wouldn’t do that, or so I assume,” Stiles said, “do you have a painkiller around here?”

“Painkillers can temporarily help the hangover but don’t really help with getting rid of a hangover, here eat an omelet, I might have some apples or bananas in the fridge,” Theo said, sliding the omelet onto a plate.

“So what were you doing at a gay bar?” Stiles asked slowly getting up and walking to the dining table.

“I work there as a bartender,” Theo said, putting a plate with an omelet and a banana in front of Stiles.

“I thought Nine Lives has a full LGBT+ staff?” Stiles asked.

“Well, I’m asexual, so I think I qualify,” Theo said.

“Huh, you sort of always had that vibe,” Stiles mumbled, eating a piece of the omelet.

“Now, eat up, I’ll drive you to the club so you can drive your jeep back. I’m going to get changed.” Theo said, walking into his room and closing the door.

Stiles finishes his omelet and banana, putting the plate in the sink and the banana peel in the dustbin. He felt naked and vulnerable without any jeans, so he had to wait until Theo came out of the room so he could get his jeans.

Stiles being Stiles feels the strong urge to rummage through Theo’s stuff. He might still be doing something sketchy.

‘After all these years? Stiles, you’ve changed and probably Theo did too,’ He scolded himself.

He sits back down on the couch and looks around the small apartment. The living room was mostly empty, with only a couch, a desk, and a chair. It was connected to the kitchen which was also quite petite and had a two-person dining table.

“Your jeans are not dry, so here’s a pair of mine to wear and your jeans are in this plastic bag,” he said, throwing his jeans at Stiles.

Stiles was slightly taken aback by Theo, but he quickly wears the jeans he gave.

Theo was already outside waiting for Stiles to walk out so he could lock the door. They walk down the hallways and Stiles feels awkward walking since he was wearing jeans that were a size smaller.

“The jeans bring out your ass,” Theo remarks.

“I guess I should start wearing jeans a size smaller,” Stiles said tying his jacket sleeves around his waist covering his behind.

“So, why were you at the bar, drinking drink after a drink?” Theo asks as they both get in the car.

“Recently my boyfriend of 2 years broke up with me, so I wanted to forget about it for one night by drinking, then I got carried away with the drinks,” Stiles said.

“I’m sorry that you two got broken up, I probably won’t ever relate, being an ace and all,” Theo mutters, “but, if it makes you feel any better, I tried my hand at flirting and got a glass of water splashed on me once.”

Stiles laughs, but the laughing was cut short because of the headache.

“Well, with me, you won’t have to flirt, assume I’m already attracted to you. Until denied that is.” Stiles said.

“Are you?” Theo asks.

“Am I what?” Stiles asks.

“Attracted to me?” Theo elaborates.

“How can I not? First of all, you look hot as hell, and secondly, I’m a raging bisexual who loves hot bods.” Stiles said.

“Oh, wow, okay, thanks?” Theo says.

“You’re very welcome, Theodore,” Stiles said.

Theo rolls his eyes as he pulls up the Stilinski house driveway. He turns to face Stiles and is met with a surprise collision of lips. Stiles quickly pulls back with eyes as wide as an owl.

“Theo, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Stiles said but was cut off by Theo.

“No, it’s fine, you’re a ‘raging bisexual’ who is attracted to me,” Theo said, “I’m flattered by the way.”

Stiles blushes and nervously laughed as he gathered himself.

Stiles gets out of the car and before he shuts the door, he looks at Theo one more time. “Thanks for saving me from being drugged, the ride back, and for letting me stay the night. For everything,” Stiles said.

“You’re welcome, I couldn’t let someone drug you and unfold the worst series of events that could happen to anyone,” Theo said.

“I, uh, should probably head inside, when’s your shift starting tonight so I can give you your jeans back?” Stiles asked.

“I clock in at 7 pm, use the back alley door instead of the front,” Theo said.

Stiles nods and closes the door and walks back away from the car. Theo drives his car back out to the road and begins to drive off. He waves at the car before heading inside his house.

~

[ninjadoph]

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? Yes

2. You talked to an ex today, correct? Nope

3. Have you taken someones virginity? Yes

4. Is trust a big issue for you? Oh! Yes

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? Can’t go out

6. What are you excited for? Waking up everyday

7. What happened tonight? sex and convo

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? Yes

9. Is confidence cute? Hmmm. Depende

10. What is the last beverage you had? Beer

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? idk

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? yup

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? sleep as usual

14. What are you going to spend money on next? gift for my husband

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? Yessssss

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? Hmm yup :)

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? Mu husband

18. The last time you felt broken? Today :)) May 24, 2021

19. Have you had sex today? Nope. Last night

20. Are you starting to realize anything? Already started

21. Are you in a good mood? Not really

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? Oo :D

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? Idk

24. What do you want right this second? Idk

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? Bakit.

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? Yeah

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? Yes

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? Picture of my husband with her Ex-live-in-partner ;)

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? My fam

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? Depende siguro

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? Of course not.

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? yup

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? Nah

34. Listening to? Hangin ng electricfan

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? Sometimes

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? At work

37. Do you believe in love at first sight? Oo :))

38. Who did you last call? Wala akong pantawag ;D

39. Who was the last person you danced with? Husband

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? Because he goes to work

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? I cant remember

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? No:(

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? A BIG YES!!! Way back 2011 Hahahahaha

44. Do you tan in the nude? Nope

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? He always gives me kisses

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? Yup

47. Who was the last person to call you? Idk

48. Do you sing in the shower? Yeah :)

49. Do you dance in the car? I dont have car XD

50. Ever used a bow and arrow? No

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? None

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? Yeeeees

53. Is Christmas stressful? Nope

54. Ever eat a pierogi? What’s that :D

55. Favorite type of fruit pie? Wala e

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? A nurse

57. Do you believe in ghosts? Of course

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? Always ;)

59. Take a vitamin daily? Nope

60. Wear slippers? Yes

61. Wear a bath robe? Nope

62. What do you wear to bed? sleepwear

63. First concert? Silent sanctuary August 2015

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? None

65. Nike or Adidas? Nike

66. Cheetos Or Fritos? Cheetos

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Sunflower

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? Red

69. Ever take dance lessons? Yes college days

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? Yes entreprenuer

71. Can you curl your tongue? Oo naman

72. Ever won a spelling bee? Quiz bee lang

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? Oo :)

74. What is your favorite book? The Little Prisoner

75. Do you study better with or without music? With music

76. Regularly burn incense? No

77. Ever been in love? Oo malamang

78. Who would you like to see in concert? LANY

79. What was the last concert you saw? PNE, ITCHYWORMS, SPONGECOLA

80. Hot tea or cold tea? BOTH

81. Tea or coffee? BOTH

82. Favorite type of cookie? Anything

83. Can you swim well? Slight

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Yup

85. Are you patient? Yessssss

86. DJ or band, at a wedding? BAND 😍😍

87. Ever won a contest? Yup

88. Ever have plastic surgery? Nope

89. Which are better black or green olives? Idk

90. Opinions on sex before marriage? Di na uso

91. Best room for a fireplace? Bedroom

92. Do you want to get married? BIG YES 🙂

[agl03]

Can you do a breakdown of everyone few episodes of season 7 like big things you think will happen

Hi Anon,

Not much has changed since I did the big breakdown when we were able to find the ‘leaked’ titles.  However, please bear in mind the only two we are 100% confident on are 1 and 13.  I’ll repost it here and add anything that might have popped into 

1. The New Deal

Aired at D23.  Cliffnotes Mack, Robo Coulson, Daisy, and Deke have to save Freddy Malick from being kill by the Chronicoms.

2. Know your Onions

Well this is one of those weird titles that makes little sense.  There is a song by The Shins  But its also a saying for being very knowledgeable about something.  So this is where we’re really going to see Robo Coulson really showing how invaluable to this.  Also might speak to the learning curve the team is facing with all the new stuff.  Also a good chance we at least get a glimpse of FItz here before he disappears for a bit.

Written By Craig Tiltey AKA the OUT OF THE BOX dude.  He’s given us great episodes like 4722 Hours, Uprising, personal fave Hot Potato Soup, Rewind, and SPACE VEGAS!

3. Alien Commies from the Future

Well the Chronicoms take over some Russians or they think they are Russian, people were pretty paranoid back then.   And I’ll put the time period they visit here anywhere between the 50′s and 80′s due to the “commies” reference.  Good chance we’ll see lots of Military here based on who is already in IMDB.   This may also be when we see Enver show up…or two…depends on where they go after saving Freddy. Also trying not to think of Killer Clowns from Outer Space here.

I throw in this could be where we could see Stoner.

Written by the Zuckermans have given us episodes Lockup, Boom, A LIfe Spent, Option Two, Code Yellow, and This Sign.  They do have a decent amount of Philinda under their belts so this could be where we see May on a mission with Robo Coulson for the first time.

4. Out of the Past

Well something from someone one the teams past is likely going to come back to haunt them here.  And it also might tie into the 1947 movie bearing the same name about a small town gas station that has his life turned upside down when figures from his past return.  So they’ll be going for someone who ‘got out” and now is being pulled back in.

This would be the first opening I see for Afterlife and those involved in it to come into play.

Written by Mark Leitner, relatively new to the writing team he did Inside Voices and Toldja.

5. A Trout in the Milk

Guys I swear my google history for this show.  Another title based on a saying.  The meaning is that although you did not see the dairy farmer do it, he most probably dipped the milk pail in the stream to water down the product. It’s not direct evidence but a very strong circumstantial case.It is attributed as follows: “Some circumstantial evidence is very strong, as when you find a trout in the milk. ‘ (Henry David Thoreau)  

So the team will have strong evidence on something but can’t be 100% on it.  This could speak to who they feel the Chronicoms are after, if there is a traitor in their midst (its an annual tradition after all), or this could be where something could be wrong with Fitz and Jemma is starting to worry more/pick up on it.

Written by Iden Baghadadchi also relatively new she’s done Rise and Shine aka Hale’s Back story and squee inducing we are invincible and Collision Course Part II.

6. Adapt or Die

Raise your hand if this SCREAMS when we are gonna see Ward/Hydra again!   Because he said that a few times when he was discussing why he followed Hydra.  I just have no idea WHAT Ward we are dealing with…preturn Ward, Hydra Head Ward, Squidward (yay I got to use it again).  

If not Ward someone has to adjust to the new situation and fast in order to survive.  This could speak to someone being captured, gone under cover, or something out of left Field.  Knowing who the writer is…could me buckle up for some Fitzsimmons feels people.

If it is heavy Fitzsimmons, this could be the where we learn more about “we had time” and possibly the Secret Child Theory gets some legs.  Adapt or Die could also speak to Fitzsimmons having to drastically change their lives in order to survive and move forward saving the others and the world.  

Written by DJ Doyle…and a favorite with Fitzsimmons fans as he has given us some of the most iconic Fitzsimmons moments.  Past credits include The Things We Bury, Melinda, Purpose in the Machine, Many Heads on Tale, The Team,  Deals with Our Devils, INESCAPABLE!!!!!Also worth pointing out the sixth episode of each season has a history of being big FItzsimmons Episodes.

7. The Totally Excellent Adventures of Mack and the D

OMG are we getting a Bill and Ted esque Mack and Deke Team up. EEEEEEEEE!!!!!  I do believe this is where we are going to get “The closest thing to a Musical Episode the show will ever do” and Deke in the Red Leather pants Chloe talked about.  

Bring on the 80′s/90′s nostalgia folks.  I don’t even care what is happening this one is gonna be awesome.  Also considering the writer we need to be on the lookout for a FItznapping….this is the dude who has written most of them.

Written by Brent Fletcher who has done some major major episodes.  The Dirty Half Dozen, Closure, Broken Promises, Farewell Cruel World (IE thank goodness we are FINALLY out of the Framework), FUN & GAMES, Space Vegas, and New Life.  

8. After Before

I wanna lean flashback here and this could be another option where we get some answers from Jemma as to what happened during “we had time” and the fallout from that.  It could also speak to a comparison or a change in someone, a play on a “Before and After” King of Reveal.  Once again the writers lean towards something happening on the FItzsimmons front as they are the other resident Married couple with Jed/Mo on the writing team.

Also worth noting this is the first episode that Enver is in IMDB in so they’ll need to go back in time to meet up with him and I think they’ll find him at a point well after Agent Carter had ended.  Meaning there could be some critical early days of Shield backstory here as well.

Written by James and Sharla Oliver they’ve done Paradise Lost, The Patriot, The Honeymoon.

9. As I have Always Been

Episode LIL Directed…YAY!  

Clark said this was one of his favorites of the season.

Lil directing means Jemma will be light in both it and 8.

This screams something to do with Enoch to me (like i hear him saying it when i read it), its pretty much what he said to Fitz before he gassed him.  In the trailer we see Enoch seemingly getting left behind as the the Zephyr Jumps away, stranding him in time.  It also means if we lose sight of him for a bit we might need to be concerned about him getting co opted by the evil Chronicoms and used against the team.  It should also be said that Enoch was on the planet for centuries, it could be only a matter of time before they come across his past self.

I feel this could also speak to Robo Coulson doing some soul searching about who he is now and coming to terms with the whole LMD thing.

Written by Drew Greenberg, another one of the long time heavy hitters.  Dirty Half Dozen, Who you Really Are, Absolution, Wake Up, All the Comforts of Home, and Leap.

10. Stolen

Well this screams someone getting kidnapped and/or having their memories messed with.  It could also speak to an item stolen or stolen time.  This is the point where we really could see Fitz coming back into the mix more.  This is also the point in the Season where everything typically starts to go to poop and the team suffers a major loss.

Targets for kidnapping for me are Robo Coulson as he’s what Shield has been using to keep ahead of the Chronicoms.  Fitz because well it’s Fitz and he’s in hiding for a reason.  Enoch to be used against the team.  

Also worth noting this is the last episode that Enver is listed in IMDB for.

Written by Mark Leitner who is completely new to the writing team.  However vet George Kitson (yes the one they named Kitson after) did the screenplay.

11. Brand New Day

So I think that just like in Season 6, Episode 10′s Stolen is going to be a real kick in the teeth to the team.  In Leap they lost Davis, Piper shot her had, Sarge’s true self really got released, Izel escaped with the “monoliths”, and Mack and Elena were kidnapped.  Out of the Ashes was the team picking themselves back up and starting to fight back.  

Brand New Day also represents new beginnings and a fresh start.  So after suffering a major loss in 10, they are gong to pick themselves up, regroup, and fight back.  But this all but confirms someone is getting kidnapped in 10 for me….looking at Robo Coulson and Fitz still.  

Written by Christopher Fryer he’s another new writer but based on IMDB has been on the production team for a bit.

12.  The End is at Hand

Yeah that is not ominous at all.  And just like The Sign this season hold onto your hats because its going to be a major run up to the end.  I’m fully expecting a two hour series finale event.  

The Chronicoms and if a new baddie is in the mix will have their plan in full motion (I fell like the we need to save this point in history kind of thing will be abandoned in favor of something bigger and scarier), the team will be scattered, some could be prisoners, and my stress level will be through the roof.  

Expect it to end on an insane note just as The Sign did (with May being killed).

Written by Jeff Bell.  As doom and gloom and generally no fun he can be in interviews he has given us some amazing/huge episodes and his last one shouldn’t be any exception.  It may be worth nothing he has a knack for putting Fitz/Fitzsimmons in danger.  Previous credits include 084, Ragtag, What They Become, SOS 1, Maveth, Good Samaritan, World’s End, Real Deal, and Collision Course Part 1.  

13.  WHAT WE’RE FIGHTING FOR

Pause for screaming with @eclecticmuses because this THIS is what we wanted from that first tease!

It’s the PERFECT title for a final episode and all cards are going to be on the table here.  I feel like not only will the team be fighting to save the world as usual but every single one of them is going to have a more personal stake in the game.   

They are literally going to be fighting for THEIR futures as well.   Perhaps even their Past, Presents, and Futures depending on horrible plan they are trying to stop.

There is only one I am willing to theorize on right now because I don’t know what character arcs are coming and how things could change over the season for a lot of the characters.  FItzsimmons. They are going to be fighting for their future, their family, their happily ever after.  Come on Secret Kid Theory!

This is going to be action packed, major fight scenes, emotional as all get out as 7 seasons come to a close.  Their will be wins, their will be losses.  Mack is going to give an epic speech before he falls (sorry still don’t think he makes it) and Daisy will rally the team after he does.

Piper is back!

Written by Jed who has had his hand in every episode and penned some of the biggest ones.  

[tainted-musix]

Why is it hard for people to be themselves in the industry? And does the industry allow it?

I will admit I have been sleeping on Ed Sheeran and not just his music, but him in general. He is one of the few artist that is successfully himself. He put out his recent album No.9 Collaboration. 

Not only does he take different direction in music for himself he collaborates with numerous artist to create a DJ Khaled style album. However, he puts his own spin on the style. He ACTUALLY sings on them unlike DJ (subtle drag). 

I want to talk about the question in the title though.... If you’re here because you follow the page, care about the industry and educating yourself more on how it works, or you just stumbled upon it.... Welcome! I’m not the most knowledgable, but who is?

Recently Ed did an interview with Charlamagne tha God, for typing sake we will refer to him as CTG, ok? ok. The interview is basically a commentary for the project in video format. CTG asks him a question referring to the project, track by track, and Ed answers the question. He discusses lyrics and the meaning behind the people he chose to work with. One section of the interview was interesting though and immediately caught my attention. 

The specific thing I’ll be talking about is found around 34:50-36:04 . Ed talks about Beautiful People ft Khalid. In that conversation he speaks about how much he hated living LA and NY because of the fact that there was always something going on. There was always a party or an event that was happening. It was/is a constant cycle. 

This immediately made me think about Real Friends by Camila Cabello. Which in the lyrics she talks about LA and the idea of it being a paper town where everything is just for show. This is when things got interesting.

CTG asked Ed, “Why is it hard for people to be themselves in the industry? And does the industry allow it?”

Ed answered the question from his personal experience and I really loved it. He goes on to talk about how it is possible and there is a space for it in the industry, but that person would have to be successful as themself. Basically if you put on an act you can still be successful, but it’s tricky to get out of. 

By that and what he said afterwards I can assume he means you can definitely be successful as something else, but once you realize maybe you aren’t happy acting like someone you're not its hard to get yourself out the situation. 

So now this poses a completely separate question of if someone goes into the industry young and impressionable do they get to decide? 

Fifth Harmony (the girls involved), Miley Cyrus, even Justin Bieber for example they came into everything young. Miley was acting and had this Disney image to breakout of as well as many other Disney stars. At some point she had her moment of wanting to be Miley not Hannah and so she went and made noise the only way she knew how. With her music. She changed her style and how she was perceived to the public so she could break out of that mold. Now her numbers may not be the same, and she may not top the charts all the time or as often, but she found her own definition of success.

Justin Bieber, he came into the industry really early as well. Most people hated him at first. He had an annoying girly voice (they said). He has topped the charts his ENTIRE career and even when he comes back and does something like go on stage at Coachella with Ariana Grande or feature on a song with Ed it’s huge. That’s just the person he is. However, during the Purpose era til now he had this big moment of I want to do what makes me happy. So he got married and does features here and there. Does he still cause the occasional trouble? Absolutely, but he had his moment. He has taken a break to get his actual life on track. Music isn't about the money or the numbers anymore he wants a family and to do what he loves with the people he loves. 

Now 5h that's tricky. This situation is completely out of pocket. I have to take it a part. This group was first of all not formed because they were all close friends who knew the others could sing. This was manufactured. They signed contracts and are wrapped up in stuff that would take a lot of words to explain and I just don't feel like it. I’ll mince the words up though. 

Camila and Lauren were always the ones who were seen as the success of the group. Basically the Beyonce and Kelly, if you will. Ally, Normani, and Dinah were theoretically being thrown to the dogs (tragic). Where the label Syco/Sony saw weakness they saw something else. Those three are now doing their own thing. Out of their contracts and making music they like. They didn’t have the big moment per say rather they couldn’t leave on their own, but they have the opportunity now. 

Lauren and Camila are a different story though. 

Most people know the rumors Camila maybe gay or bi idk her story but that's the guideline. Even the gp is picking up on that .... but I digress. 

Lauren was able to come out as Bi after being told in short terms, maybe lets hold off. Some people in her family even advised her against it. But here we are. Homegirl hasn’t popped on the charts yet. Don’t comment that she has because GP barely heard Expectations. RELAX. Its the truth.

My point is she is getting new management and MAYBE...... she will be able to find her definition of success with music she makes and has say in. She was labeled the more rebellious one of the group and it has already been interesting to watch her grow. She has a huge interest in politics and advocating for people who don’t have as a big a voice as hers. She uses her voice for good and I admire that a lot. This is one of her hopefully many steps to being the person she wants to be. 

Now Camila...... I don’t even know. I’m confused. She has a lot going on right now. There’s definitely honesty in her music and she seems genuine. Ed even talks about her in his interview. He said she is very sweet, talented, and genuinely a nice girl..... It throws me off. The narrative that her team gives her or really anyone who isn't able to be authentically themselves in the industry. It’s really crazy when you think about it like this. 

She just wants to make music. She’s honest about her life experiences in interviews. Yeah she doesn't say everything, but nobody would. She’s not chasing the fame I don't think. I think the people behind her are though. She really looks exhausted half the time she's on tour or promoting something. Don’t even get me started on the Shawn thing. 

If it was genuine I don't think they would be parading it around. Don’t come at me in the comments either with the “you don’t know her”. I am more than aware that I don't, however the things people say about her makes it seem as though she is a woman of her word (when they aren't written for her of course). So when she says she wants to keep her relationships private, if she can, I truly believe that. When she said that Shawn is like her brother, and talks about the kind of love she's had for him previously, it’s very hard for me and many others to believe this relationship is anything more than promotion. Her choice or not. 

I have nothing against them, if they are happy whatever, but the way Camila has acted in the past about things and the excitement and joy she has about basic things aren't the same excitement I’ve seen now. 

Her image is the only thing that is stopping her from having that big moment. Her music is honest, real, and raw. You can tell that by the way she talks about the lyrics she writes. And the experiences behind the songs. She obviously puts all of herself into it. I just hope that she and any of the other people who are in her situation get the chance to enjoy that space that Ed talks about. A space where she can be completely herself. 

I hope they find their version of success. 

[discordrpbythalia]

I WILL KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP ;

Many young people dream of their WEDDING. They imagine the dress, the flowers and their lover standing at the ALTAR. When they close their eyes, they can almost smell the wedding CAKE and hear the cheesy LOVE songs. And all of their friends are there, smiling and praising all of the BEAUTY in the room – and all attention on the HAPPY COUPLE. What most don’t imagine is their wedding gown soaked in BLOOD. They don’t imagine the SCREAMS as their friends are cleaved in half. They don’t picture their Prince Charming with a MURDEROUS grin on their face. Unfortunately, life is LESS like a romantic COMEDY, and much more like the HORROR stories we all pretend to not be AFRAID of. HARPER’S ISLAND, located an hour from Seattle’s coast, is the destination for one of these happy unions. Family and friends from all across the country have gathered on one half of the happy couple’s BIRTHPLACE to take part in the ceremony. As a special treat, their family has paid for A WEEK of vacation on the local hotel for ALL GUESTS. What most of these ignorant guests don’t know is that TEN YEARS AGO, a SERIAL KILLER was on the loose. JOHN WAKEFIELD killed TEN PEOPLE before he was SHOT by the local sheriff – but it has been said that he will NOT be the LAST. Many LOCALS are uneasy with having this many strangers gathered on the island, all remembering the killings a little too well. When wedding guests are KILLED off ONE BY ONE, the locals and the newcomers must take a deep breath and admit that A NEW SERIAL KILLER might be walking among them. ( keep reading for more information !! )

SO YOU BETTER TRY AND KEEP AWAKE ;

THIS IS AN IC DISCORD SERVER. This blog serves only to organize those who have not yet been accepted.

THIS IS WAVE 2.

There will be a second arrival of muses, and POTENTIALLY, a new murderer. There is already a current murderer. New additions will be ‘late arrivals’ to the wedding week.

In this group verse, your character will either be a part of the wedding party (as family of the groom/bride or friend of the groom/bride) or one of the locals. As an added bonus, you may audition for the secret role of the new serial killer as well. The identity of the serial killer will only be known by the killer themselves and me, the admin of the group. Together, we will make decisions on which character to kill off next. Please note this means your muse may (and is likely to) die. I will always contact the next victim and ask them to post a drabble of their death. After their death, I will reveal the identity of the killer so that they can smugly follow the rest of the plot.

Events will be posted, and though they will not ‘officially’ be held, interactions based on them are highly encouraged. This could for example be a bonfire, a rehearsal dinner, a picnic, a bachelor/bachelorette party, etc. It is not a new day until I have made the announcement; this is because a lot of things can happen in one day when people are dying like flies, and to make sure everyone has had the chance to interact based on the latest event/twist/death. Characters are, of course, allowed to not follow the wedding events and go on their own adventures.

This server and plot are set up to encourage extensive pre-established relationships between characters. Histories are encouraged – exes, childhood friends, jealous lovers, old flames, sibling/family interactions are encouraged and are fairly necessary for this. All plotting may be done in server or privately, as long as the mod is kept updated about important interactions.

This server is all about SECRETS. IC secrets should be given and are encouraged. All secrets must be made known to the mod for plot use.

KEEP YOUR LEFT EYE OPEN ;

The RULES: i. Do NOT share any plot knowledge you may have. This includes the identity of the killer, who will die next, and any other potential twists. If you play the killer or if your character has been killed, I need to trust that you will not ruin the surprise. ii. No OOC drama or godmodding other players. IC drama is certainly encouraged, but if there is an issue between anyone, please take it up with them privately or approach a mod. iii. Both canon characters and OCs are welcome. As this is a discord server, faceclaims do not come into play. We will not be accepting duplicates of the same muse unless a twin or family au is worked out between the players. iv. Send your application and verse-related asks to this blog until you are accepted and provided with the discord server link. v. Stay updated and active! This server will likely move fast, and interaction is key. If you go inactive for too long, it’s likely your muse will become plot fodder and murdered, or simply removed from the server. I understand real life will always come first, please just try to keep up to date. vi. ALL players must be 18+, and their muses 21+. THIS IS NOT A SFW SERVER. We will not be writing explicit material, but it will be trigger-heavy and fairly uncensored. vii. Each player is allowed up to two (2) muses. This is encouraged, in the case that one is killed early, you are not simply sitting in the ether watching the fun happen !

AND YOUR RIGHT TOE TWITCHING ;

The APPLICATION form: Mun name & pronouns: Mun age (18+ only!): Role: Are they related to the bride/groom, are they friends, are they a local? Stereotype: What stereotypical (horror movie) label could fit them best? Secret: If they have any secrets from the rest of the locals/wedding party, now is the time to write them, or if there is anything the mod should know. If not, leave this space empty. This part of the application will not be shown to others. Brief Biography: Suggested length is about a paragraph. Tell us about who your character is. Please include name, age (muses must be 21+!), and pronouns in addition to brief backstory. Here is a SERIAL KILLER APPLICATION form: * everyone can apply as the serial killer; I will choose one. Motive: Why would they start killing guests (and locals)? Style: What would your character’s killing style be? Are they humane; do they keep trophies; do they like hearing the screams; what are their favorite weapons? Justification: How does your character justify killing people? Do they want entertainment; do they want to show how clever they are; do they think the victims had it coming?

CAUSE I’M IN THE KITCHEN ;

After application ACCEPTANCE: you will be sent the Discord server link. All future interactions, ic and ooc, will happen in-server.

WITH A KNIFE THAT’S ITCHING FOR YOUR RED BLOOD ;

A current list of MEMBERS:

Regina Scott / 37, she/her / The Wedding Planner / written by Thalia

Ianto Jones / 23, he/him / The Brother of the Bride / The DJ / written by Jacklynn

Ophelia Smith / 21, she/her / The Bride / written by Meg

Rory Williams / 23, he/him / The Groom / written by Gabe

John Smith / 60, he/him / The Wedding Guest / written by Charlie

Shelby Wyatt / 28, she/her / The Ranch Owner / The Local / written by Thalia DECEASED

Sam Mullin / 30, she/her / The Bartender / The Local / written by Tara

Bree Tinsley / 22, she/her / The Bridesmaid / written by Tara

Garcia Flynn / 48, he/him / The Cop / The Local / written by Harper

Zara Young / 28, she/her / The Personal Assistant / written by Jacklynn

Josh Lyman / 37, he/him / The Wedding Guest / written by Ellie

Spencer Reid / 29, he/him / The Cop / The Local / written by Ellie DECEASED

Mels Zucker / 23, she/her / The Local / written by Alex

Irene Larra / 45, she/her / The Wedding Guest / written by Alex

Ezekiel Jones / 27, he/him / The Wedding Guest / written by Harper DECEASED

Glenda Jones / 47, she/her / The Mother of the Bride / written by Charlie

Max Ward / 22, he/him / The Wedding Guest / written by C DECEASED

Jonathan Smith / 50, he/him / The Father of the Bride / written by Meg

Gabriel Waverly / 21, they/them / The Local / written by Gabe

Ronan Lynch / 21, he/him / The Local / The Dockworker / written by Ellie

Donna Moss / 30, she/her / The Wedding Guest / written by Callie

Clara Oswald Williams / 28, she/her / The Sister of the Groom / written by Thalia

Gwen Cooper / 23, she/her / The Wedding Guest / written by Thalia

[niccage]

bc things look best when asked from an ask ILL PROMPT MYSELF!! "i’m sick on halloween but told you to go have fun at the party anyway but instead you surprised me with a blanket fort, tons of candy and all my favourite scary movies" newt/geiszler GO

what a solid request thank you @newtgeiszlur 

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To Hermann Gottlieb, falling ill on Halloween morning was hardly a “worst case scenario,” nor would it usually have been of particular concern to him at all in years prior. In times of both earthly isolationist peace and great extraterrestrial war, Halloween had never been of much interest to him, and you would never catch him donning a silly costume at a work party while sipping plastic cups of a spiked beverage whose flavor could only be described as bottom shelf vodka and Red 40 while 50 other full grown adults did the Thriller dance on a cafeteria floor. No, missing such an opportunity would normally not be a loss for Hermann Gottlieb. 

To Newt Geiszler, however, the only thing worse than himself falling ill on Halloween morning was his quasi-secret sometimes-boyfriend slash lab partner slash couples costume co-conspirator getting caught up with a nasty case of the flu in the early hours of October 31st, and yes, these were both worst case scenarios, and the latter was currently underway as they spoke, as he had been notified by a message on his laptop from a concerned Mako Mori that had stopped by his counterpart’s room in the preceding morning hours. 

Newt had just walked in the door to Hermann’s Shatterdome apartment to see his partner in bed, swallowed by a massive white comforter and surrounded by menthol lozenge wrappers and real, bonafide handkerchiefs (because of course he would be too prim for Kleenex, Newt briefly considered) that had certainly seen better days. What appeared to be vintage Barabara Walters clips played at full blast on the small, crooked television screen that hung from his wall, though Hermann didn’t seem to pay it much mind, although he wasn’t looking at Newt, either, for that matter. His locked gaze seemed to only concentrate on the grey ceiling above him.

“I don’t even think I realized you had a TV in here,” Newt said, looking for the remote to turn down the volume. Not that the noise bothered him, but he knew that if healthy Hermann didn’t like any loud or obnoxious noises save Wagner’s symphonies, then sick Hermann probably wasn’t enjoying this, either.

“Neither did I,” grumbled Hermann as he slowly shifted his head to look at Newt. “Mako turned it on this morning when she stopped by to drop off the briefings from the pilot meetings last evening. I believe she thought it would help, but it seems as though the programming gets louder the closer we find ourselves to the noon hour and I haven’t been able to place the remote.”

Newt wasn’t having much luck placing it either, so he resorted to shutting the screen off manually before he turned his attention solely to Hermann. Though Hermann had perhaps never been the vision of youth, his face looked grayer than Newt had ever seen it with the exception of his nose, which held all of Hermann’s vibrance and redness within itself. He had clearly not had the energy to shower that morning and his hair still showed all his sleep in the way each strand went this way and that. Bedhead was a rare sight on Hermann, as Newt always slept later than him, so he tried to take as much of it in as he could while still maintaining the plot, which was that Hermann was sick and it was, very importantly, Halloween morning.

“How are you feeling?” asked Newt uncomfortably, knowing the answer already but not wanting to face the reality.

Hermann stared blankly at him while he removed a white handkerchief with blue trim from his bedside table and brought it daintily to his nose. “Wonderful,” he said dryly.

“So, should I assume you’ll be out of the lab all day, then?” Newt continued, awkwardly scratching at his pant leg while looking across the overall barren room at Hermann in his down feather cocoon. 

“I would imagine that would be a yes, Newton,” Hermann sighed, clearly failing to understand the point of this conversation. “And all other activities that would have fallen within the jurisdiction of today.” 

That was all Newt needed to hear for his face to fall, unwillingly and unintentionally, and he knew Hermann could see it, as his own expression untightened and turned to one of almost guilt. “I’m sorry,” Hermann continued. “I know you were looking forward to this evening,” referring to the Halloween party that Tendo had been planning since early July that featured a confirmed guest list of nearly every employee at the Shatterdome and was considered to be the biggest and booziest event of the year, save they unexpectedly close the breach or something similar before January. Not only had Newt been talking about it during their lab hours nonstop since who knows when, but he had even convinced Hermann to enter the costume contest with him as an obviously platonic Mulder and Scully. Newt had had his ginger wig sitting on his bedroom sink for months and had probably treated it more carefully and lovingly than he did his own (fucking awesome, if he did say so himself) hair. 

Newt couldn’t bother trying to hide his disappointment on his face once it had already come out, so he just shrugged and gave a hint of a forced smile. “It’s okay, I promise. I can find something else to go as that doesn’t require a second person,” said Newt, and he really was trying to not sound as dramatic as possible but fuck, he really had been excited about this. He’d known that with the track he’d put together for the DJ to play when it was their turn to be up on stage paired with the sheer screen accuracy of the costumes that he had put together for him and Hermann, they really could have won that shit tonight, and now he was going to have to put together something last minute that just won’t be as good. Without Hermann. 

Hermann weakly beckoned for Newt to sit beside him on his twin-sized mattress, to which Newt obliged. The closer Newt was, the sicker he could see that Hermann really was (not that he’d ever doubted him, but a scientist can hope, right?) and brought the back of his hand to his forehead. “Do I feel very hot to you?” said Hermann, mustering a smile with eyes that clearly showed how guilty he felt for ruining Newt’s evening. 

“You know you’re always hot to me, babe,” said Newt, who was never one to resist an opportunity. Hermann began to chuckle but instead began hacking on something lodged in his throat. “Do I need to get you down to medical, though?” he continued, “Or like, get you a doctor up here or something?” 

Hermann quickly shook his head to this while his coughing receded. “No, no, no,” he said, “I know I may not look very good but I do know this is no more than simply the flu, which I have dealt with many times in the course of my life and do not need to bother a medic about. Nor,” he continued between soft coughs, “need you concern yourself with me. I know you still have work to do in the lab today and that you’re going to skip all of it to focus on making a new costume for yourself tonight so that you can win that thing you’re so concerned about.” 

Newt’s heart warmed at the way that Hermann pretended to not know exactly it was that he had entered them into this evening and he brought his hand gently to Hermann’s warm cheek as his fellow scientist shivered and curled more into his comforter. “Okay, okay,” he said, before he leaned down to kiss Hermann’s forehead as delicately as he could muster and got up to leave the room and let Hermann rest. “I’ll stop by later, yeah? Before I go tonight?”

Hermann nodded, pulling the blanket up tighter to his neck. “Please do, my darling. I’d like to see what awful thing you muster up for this evening.” 

This got Newt to grin as he went to step out the door back into the apartment hallway. “Oh, you know it, babe.”

—

Hermann spent the following hours in and out of deep sleep, with his moments of reality largely consisting of blowing his nose, guzzling down the hot green tea that continually and magically appeared by his bedside every time he woke up (Newt was certainly one to hold onto, moments like this reminded him,) and staring at the grey ceiling of his apartment while fighting back feelings of both terrible congestion and infinite guilt for ruining Newt’s evening. Never would he have thought in his life that he would resent having a genuine medical excuse for not attending a Halloween celebration with his work colleagues, but Newt seemed to bring this side out of him more than he liked to admit. Hermann spent many of his waking moments over the course of the day considering how he could make it up to him, though he continued to draw blanks on how. This evening had really been something that Newt had clearly been looking forward to for weeks, and Hermann had just gone and blown it for him with no chances of rectifying it for him. He generally tried not to focus on his own instances of being a shit boyfriend, though he knew they were plentiful, but as he laid there between illness-induced naps, it sure was hard to not feel like the biggest asshole in their two-person K-Science division. 

Even as much as he had somewhat been dreading having to parade onstage amongst other costumed eccentrics like Newt, the fact that he was doing it with his partner had made him resent missing this all the more. For the first time in his life, Hermann had looked forward to bobbing for apples and eating repulsive candy corns and listening to the “Monster Mash” play no less than seven times on the loudspeaker in an overcrowded Shatterdome cafeteria, all because he knew that the man he, for some unforeseen reason, loved with all his heart, would be beside him, and even if they hadn’t decided to reveal it yet to the rest of their coworkers, just Newt’s sheer presence made everything not only manageable, but something that Hermann looked forward to immensely and intimately.

The fact that Newt was now going to the event alone caused a slight tear to form in Hermann’s heart, as he imagined the handsome scientist in a dazzling costume that won the entire evening, surrounded by suitors of all and any genders that were as amazed and impressed by the mere existence of Newton as he was, and while he trusted Newt enough to know that nothing would ever happen between any of these admirers and him, it didn’t mean that his petty and insecure sides were very comforted by the thought. 

Somewhere in the beginning of the evening, Hermann had begun finding it easier to delve back into consciousness as well as feeling more like an actual human being than a mere receptacle for influenza, though his ability to stand or breathe comfortably for more than a few seconds at a time continued to be limited. By 1900 hours, he heard a knock on the door, though didn’t bother asking who it was or telling it that it was free to enter, as he knew that if it was the only person he wanted to see that it would freely walk in regardless of any response he gave.

He was correct, and in walked Newt, not dressed in his typical lab clothes nor any clearly identifiable Halloween costume, but instead wearing simply an old Godzilla World Tour cotton t-shirt and a pair of green plaid pajama pants, which struck Hermann as odd. 

“Does your party not start soon?” Hermann asked, unable to stand the obnoxious nasal quality to his own voice. 

“Hello to you too, dear,” said Newt in a rapid voice, grinning from ear to ear as he stood in Hermann’s doorway, “and why yes, yes it does. Which is why I’m here, talking to you!” 

Hermann raised an eyebrow as far as he could muster. “Then, if I may ask, why are you not in any sort of costume?” 

Newt rolled his eyes as if it were obvious, “Again, that’s why I’m here! Duh! It’s in my room and you’re just going to have to come see it.” He began heading over to Hermann’s bed, clearly with the intention of helping him out of it and dragging him out of his room. 

“What?” Hermann exclaimed, not following but at the same time entirely unsure of what he was missing. “In case you haven’t noticed, Newton, I’m not exactly feeling my best and would rather stay where I am. And if you cannot remove it from your room, how, pray tell, do you intend to showcase it at the party?”

Newt seemed entirely nonplussed by either of Hermann’s objections and continued helping him rise from the bed. “When I show you, it’ll all make sense. Can’t you ever just like, chill and let me handle things?” 

Hermann, already exhausted after a day of battling various symptoms, caved easier than he likely would have in other instances and allowed his boyfriend to help him to the door. Fortunately, Newt’s room was just to the left of his own so they needn’t walk far to get to their desired destination. Hermann blew his nose into the lavender handkerchief that he had brought with him as Newt fiddled with the door until it swung open and he guided Hermann in without turning on the overhead light, and closed the front door behind them.

“You know, you may have consumed enough kaiju particles in your day to garner the ability to see in the dark but not all of us share the same genetic mutations,” Hermann griped as he stood in complete darkness while Newt scurried off to do God knows what. 

Newt laughed while he fiddled with something near his bed, a good ten steps from the front door. “Come on, we both know that’s a myth and that kaiju can orient themselves so well in the deep oceans because they have fucking awesome hearing and anyways just give me a second, okay?” 

Hermann, again too tired to argue, relented for the moment while he let Newt complete whatever it was that he was doing, until suddenly Newt seemed to find the outlet for which he must have apparently been looking, and the room lit up with small white fairy lights which cast a soft glow on a canopy of various blankets and quilts that had been hung from the back of table chairs over what Hermann presumed was still Newton’s twin-sized bed. 

Unable to think of anything to say, Hermann stood open-mouthed and looked at Newt, whose glasses reflected the tiny bulbs that had been strung across the ceiling of the tiny apartment and whose smile showed how excited he was to merely be in this moment with Hermann. 

“I couldn’t think of any costume nearly as good as the one we’d planned for tonight,” said Newt, who began to circle back around the room once more to get behind Hermann with the intention of wrapping his arms around his middle and pulling him close. “And honestly,” he continued, voice muffled as he leaned his head into Hermann’s back, “it really didn’t seem like it would be any fun without you there. So I figured we could have a night in and I could finally make the pillow fort that I’ve been dying to put up for you.”

Hermann began turning around in Newt’s arms and wrapped his own arms around the shorter man. “Newton, I’m not really sure what to say-” 

“I’m not done yet!” Newt went on, abruptly ending their embrace and instead pulling Hermann over to the small bed that they had long figured out how to most effectively share that was now enhanced by a covering of various prints and fabrics. Newt guided Hermann into the soft cave, and once they comfortably settled in, Hermann realized that Newt had created a perfect hole in the fort to see the television screen as well as stocked the bedside table with all of the Halloween treats that Hermann had recognized seeing in the Shatterdome convenience shop. Newt quickly reached over to grab a box of allegedly “spooky” Mike and Ike’s as well as the remote. “I already went and predownloaded ‘The Fly’ (1986) partially because I know you get hard from not only ridiculous pseudobiology and because, like, fucking Halloween and all, but also because I know how bad you want to get in early Jeff Goldblum’s pants and I thought it might ease your way into recovery.” 

Hermann scoffed but did not deny, and leaned further into Newt’s shoulder and tugged him tight. “I love you,” he sighed into Newton’s chest while his lover peppered his scalp with gentle kisses and pressed play on the remote. “Thank you, for all of this.”

Hermann could feel Newt’s lips pull into a smile by the way they moved across the top of his head. “I love you too, babe. And thank you, for being my-” 

He tried to stop him, he really did. “Newton, please.”

“Boo.”

[fanfics-of-marvel]

Just the Three of Us

ONE SHOT

~50 000+ words celebration~

Release date: 27/07/2019

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader

Y/N: Through your best friend you go to a party at the Avengers Headquarters. You are quite bored until your eyes meet with the eyes of Steve and Bucky. They invite you to another room for some more fun activities.

Words count: 3.6K

A/N: Wow, I can’t believe that by finishing this fic I reached and exceeded the milestone of writing 50 000 words in total (for all of my fics so far). Thank you all who are following me, liking/reblogging my work and supporting me. You are the best! ♥ I hope my writting gets better with time, so I can keep on delivering you a worth to read content! Also, if there’s enough positive feedback and attention to this fic I’ll write a part 2, part 3 and as many parts as you want me to. ;)

Warning: Sex, threesome, oral sex, naughtiness, foul words, dirty talk, spanking

x → Part 2

One Shots | Masterlist 

Taglist: @all-things-marvel-related ; @mrspeacem1nusone ; @imdiegohargreeves ;

The content is 18+ and you musn’t read it if you are younger than that!

I’m not a native English speaker, so there might be spelling or grammatical mistakes.

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You were literally screaming with joy. “Me? At the Avengers Headquarters? Pinch me, I must be dreaming!”. This was the only thought in your head. Your best friend was working at the company that organized the big party. And she got you an invitation.

You spent the entire day in preparations. Got your nails done, got your hair done. Heck, you even put on make-up. “If Tony Stark shall see me, I shall shine”, you said to yourself. You trashed your entire wardrobe until you found a piece of clothing that was decent enough to be seen during such an event.

The Avengers were celebrating the opening of their new Headquarters upstate. Every superhero was expected to be there plus some fancy-shmancy people. You were excited as hell and terrified to death. “I don’t belong there”, you said to yourself. An ordinary ‘small’ person who barely made enough money to cover their expenses. “But if there’s a chance to see Steve Rogers’ tight fit body up-close, I sure ain’t missing it”, was your assuring thought.

You stepped outside and waited for your friend to pick you up. You were wearing a fit red dress reaching the middle of your thighs. It had thicker traps, almost covering your shoulders. A small cleavage and a zipper at your back. ‘Closed’ enough for such an event, exposing enough to attract attention. You hoped you might get lucky tonight. The finishing touch were extremely high heels shoes. In red color, of course.

Your friend picked you up on time and you got to the event right before the beginning. You were seated at the back of the crowd with nobody interesting around you. But you couldn’t complain – you were there, the rest of the people like you weren’t. A reason to be a little evil about.

There were lots of speeches from lots of people. Some of them you didn’t have a clue who they were. Until Tony Stark himself stepped onto the stage. The crowd went crazy. He lifted his hands up modestly to calm the crowd down. Then he said “Okay, maybe once more” and the crowd screamed again.

You were getting slightly bored at all of those speeches. You sighed in relief when that was over. Then it was time for the dinner. You were seated at a boring table with some other minor people. They were forcefully trying to be fancy, so they would impress the higher class. You sighed as you placed your elbow on the table and your chin upon your palm. Lots of people disapproved of your gesture. But you heard somebody chuckle.

You turned around surprised only to see Captain freaking America few meters away from you saying “I know. This ain’t for me, either” as he walked away. You were staring at his tight ass with your mouth opened. You were pretty certain some saliva got out of it but you didn’t care about your drooling. Steve Rogers up-close was spectacular.

Until the dinner was over you couldn’t stop picturing his ass. You wanted to squeeze it. You bet it felt great. Then from far away but close enough you recognized Steve’s best friend – Bucky Barnes. Your mouth opened again. He wasn’t remotely trying to hide his metal arm. Everyone knew by now that was him, that he was The Winter Soldier. You clearly noticed some people were avoiding him. “That’s rude”, you thought to yourself, “So what if he was a brainwashed assassin who killed a bunch of people in the past? He’s still hot”.

You shuddered at the thought of his metal arm touching your naked body. You felt some saliva again. You closed your eyes and flew far away in dreaming when you felt your best friend tapping your shoulder. She told you it was time for the actual party and you were one of the chosen ones to join. At first you thought she was joking but then you saw a whole bunch of people leaving. You laughed viciously.

Your best friend held your arm and brought you to a big hall in which a DJ was already playing music. You could clearly see all of the Avengers there plus some people you had no idea who they were. “Best stay away from them”, you told yourself.

As you were feasting upon the view of all of the superheroes you heard somebody talk behind you. “So you made it here?”

You turned around startled. You gasped – it was Steve Rogers. And this time he was even closer to you. You noticed he had changed his clothes. His fancy suit was replaced by a pair of beige pants and a plain blue shirt. It was fit enough to enhance the magnificence of his body. You felt your pussy getting wet.

“Yes, I did.” You answered confidentially as if you belonged there.

“Are you enjoying the party?” Steve asked you.

“Ehh, a bit boring.” You replied. “But it’s okay, I guess.”

Steve smirked at you. It would appear he had something on his mind. Suddenly, he waved at somebody. You turned around and saw Bucky Barnes approaching. He was wearing the same clothes as before – dark jeans and a plain black blouse. Also fit enough to enhance his tight body. And his metal arm. Your pussy was raining. Even his walk was sexy.

“Hey.” Bucky said as he got to you two.

“Hi.” You said distracted while staring at him.

One of them was enough for you to handle without stuttering but both of them – you forgot how to speak.

“So, Steve and I have an idea.” Bucky started. “To make this party more interesting. And we picked you.” He added with a smirk that made your legs weak.

You were staring into his eyes which were already tasting you. Then you looked at Steve who was smirking as well. You weren’t sure what they meant but they were both big and fit and almost pressed against you that you would have let them do anything they wanted. And that was pretty much what happened.

Suddenly, Bucky made a step closer to you while staring at your eyes. You shuddered. He leaned down and whispered in your ear. “Follow us.”

Then he walked away followed by Steve. You couldn’t catch a breath. You didn’t expect that at all. You needed a moment but when you noticed they were almost too far away you snapped out of it and ran after them.

You saw Steve and Bucky walk upstairs. You were slowly getting to realize what was going on. Your panties were totally soaking. You were tripping. You couldn’t breathe. Your heartbeat was going crazy.

You saw them walk into a room. You got to it and looked inside. You couldn’t see anybody there. Nevertheless, you stepped in.

Suddenly, the door closed as Steve appeared behind it. You jumped startled but before you could even think anything he grabbed your waist and pressed you against his fit body. He kissed your lips and immediately placed his tongue in your mouth. It was so passionate that you thought you might faint. His dick was pressed at your pubis bone. You gasped. You put your hands up and grabbed his big biceps. Then without delay you grabbed what you wanted to grab the entire evening – Steve’s ass.

“Hmm.” You made a sound in pleasure. It felt even better than you had imagined. Tight enough and soft enough. A perfect butt.

“You like it?” Steve asked you playfully.

You bit your lower lip. “I’ve grabbed better.” You teased him with a smirk.

That was obviously a lie and Steve knew it. He kissed you passionately again as you grabbed the back of his neck.

Suddenly, you felt a cold metal arm touching your naked left leg as a warm one touching your right leg. And just like that Bucky’s fit body was pressed against your behind. You felt his hard dick pressed at your ass. You shuddered. Bucky’s lips landed on your neck. His stubble beard made you shiver. Your left hand moved from Steve to Bucky as you ruffled his hair. Damn, it was a good hair.

Bucky’s right hand gently slipped upon your inner thigh and then underneath your dress. He touched your pussy through your underwear. He felt how wet it was.

“Hmm.” Bucky made a sound in pleasure in your ear.

You broke the kiss with Steve and turned to Bucky. You really wanted to taste him as well. You reached with your tongue out which Bucky obediently accepted. No surprise – he was delicious. Also, the better kisser. Not to mention the fact he was slightly humping you by doing movements with his pelvic, so that his hard dick was rubbing against your ass. You were losing it.

Steve’s hands slipped up from your waist to your zipper. He gently pulled it down. Then his hands stroked your shoulders as he pushed the straps aside. The dress started going down. Bucky broke the kiss and looked at your body in anticipation.

Next thing you knew your dress was falling down around your ankles. You kicked it aside. You heard both of them gasp. You were quite the view. You smirked as you couldn’t decide which one you wanted to taste again.

Bucky made that choice for you as he turned you around facing him. He slipped his tongue in your mouth again as his hands grabbed your ass. You felt Steve’s hands on your waist as he kissed your neck. Your hands divided again – one ruffling Bucky’s hair, one squeezing Steve’s neck in pleasure.

However, it was their turn. Your hands moved to the bottom of Bucky’s blouse as you pulled it up. He obediently let go of your butt and broke the kiss, so that you could undress him. You gasped. He was quite the view as well. Fit, tight, with a six pack and, of course, the metal arm.

While you were feasting upon Bucky’s shirtless body you felt Steve hands going up and grabbing your boobs. You sighed as his fingers started stroking your nipples. You squeezed his neck even harder. Now his hard dick was humping your behind. You were starting to moan louder. Bucky fixed that problem but muting you with another passionate kiss. His hands were on your waist. You were getting chills from his metal one.

Suddenly, you broke the kiss with Bucky and pushed him back. He looked at you surprised. It really was time to see Steve shirtless. You turned around and kissed him as your tongues entangled. You slowly started unbuttoning his shirt as his hands were on your hips.

You quickly realized Bucky was not mad at you for pushing him away. You felt his body pressed at you again. You gasped. This time you could feel his naked skin.

Once the final button was unbuttoned you slightly pushed Steve away, so that you could see. You stroked his naked shoulders as you pushed the shirt down his body. Just like he did with your dress. It fell on the ground. You couldn’t breathe. It was like a god was standing in front of you. You reached forward and grabbed his everything – first his big biceps, then his broad shoulders, you moved to his big tight chest and finally his six pack. You thought you were about to faint. He got closer to you and placed his tongue in your mouth again.

The whole time Bucky was patiently waiting for your little game to be over. It was his turn for action. He gently bit your shoulder. You slightly giggled. He then roughly bit your neck. You broke the kiss with Steve because it made you moan. You grabbed Bucky’s hair. A quiet “Yes” came out of you. His teeth pressed at your naked skin made you shudder.

A moment later your kiss with Steve continued. Bucky moved to the other side of your neck. You could just feel his breath upon your naked skin. He wasn’t doing anything. Nevertheless, it was driving you crazy. You felt Bucky’s right hand upon your tummy. It slowly went down. You shuddered. It slipped between your naked skin and the elastic of your underwear. It touched your pubis bone. You were losing it. Then you felt his fingers upon your labia. You moaned again. Bucky took his hand out leaving just his fingers at the top of your underwear. His metal hand joined as he gently pulled your panties down.

Steve made a step back, so he could observe. Next thing you knew you were completely naked in front of Bucky and Steve who were feasting upon the view. It was their turn.

You stared into Steve’s eyes as your hands reached forward and grabbed his pants. You unzipped them and pulled them down. A big bulge was waiting for you underneath them. You gasped. Steve smirked at you. Then you turned around. Bucky was patiently waiting. You grabbed his pants and unzipped them. Another big bulge appeared. But this wasn’t enough for you.

You got down on your knees while staring at Bucky’s eyes. You grabbed his underwear and pulled it down as well. His majestic size took your breath away. Then you turned around and looked at Steve playfully. He read the signal and made a step closer. Just like that his underwear was down as well. You gasped. Steve seemed even bigger than Bucky.

Each of your hands got busy. Gently jerking off as you were switching licking their heads. They were both quietly sighing. You could already taste their precum. You could feel it all over your lips. You sighed as well. Their dicks felt so good in your hands.

Playtime was over. Steve stepped away and sat upon the couch looking at you naughty. “Come here and eat your desert.” He said with a smirk.

You gasped. Then you walked to him and got on your knees again. You held his dick and this time you put his full length in your mouth. You barely took it. Steve was so big. He sighed in pleasure as he held your hair up.

“Yeah, that’s right.” He quietly sighed. “Just like that, baby.”

You were jerking him off with your hand while licking his head. He seemed to love it. You spit on it for some more lubrication and started jerking off his dick even harder. Steve’s moaning got louder.

Suddenly, you felt Bucky’s cold metal arm on your waist. You shivered. It sent chills down through your entire body. He leaned down and kissed your back. You quietly sighed. His stubble beard was gently tickling you. Then you felt Bucky’s right hand stroking your right butt cheek. You knew what was about to happen, yet it took you by surprise.

Bucky spanked you so hard that you moved forward and your face pressed at Steve’s abs. You sighed so loud.

“You like it, babe?” You heard Bucky asking you.

You pushed yourself off of Steve and looked at Bucky. “Yes.” You said with a moan. “Spank me again.”

Bucky bit his lower lip and stroked your butt again. You took a sharp breath in anticipation. Your butt cheek was pretty numb already, nevertheless you wanted more. And you got it. Bucky spanked you once more with the same force. Your face landed on Steve’s abs again. This time you stayed there for a moment. Partly, because you liked it there, partly because you could no longer feel the right side of your ass.

Steve held you hair again. “Come on, baby. Eat it.” He felt the need to remind you.

You pushed yourself off of Steve again and grabbed his dick. Those spanks recharged you. This time there was no jerking off with your hand. You took his dick in your mouth and started moving up and down. Steve sighed. He got what he wanted. It was Bucky’s turn.

You felt his hand moving from your butt down to your pussy. His fingers stroked your labia. He didn’t skip your clit as well. The more Bucky was playing with it, the wetter you were getting. When you were lubricated enough you felt his head pressed against your pussy. Bucky started rubbing his dick up and down. It was driving you crazy. You took Steve’s dick out of your mouth. You started sighing even louder.

Suddenly, Bucky pushed his dick inside. You took a sharp breath. He felt so good. And big. “Fuck!” You sighed.

“What was that?” Bucky asked as he put his full length inside of you.

You couldn’t even breathe. “Fuck… me!” You screamed with a moan.

Bucky obeyed. You felt his dick going in and out of your pussy. At a consistent speed, as deep as possible. “Yes!” You screamed as you couldn’t hold yourself.

Steve felt abandoned once again. He grabbed your hair and pushed your head down. Next thing you knew his dick was in your mouth again. You were moving up and down but this time with the help of Steve’s hand pressing your head.

You could barely breathe, they were both so big. Steve’s dick was making you gag a little. Bucky’s dick was blessing your pussy going in as deep as possible. They were both sighing. You wondered how often they did that. And how many girls they have lured into their seductive web of pleasure. This wasn’t amateur business. They knew what they were doing from the beginning itself. And Bucky said they “chose you”. You were pretty certain you weren’t the first. You were pretty certain you wouldn’t be the last. Those two sex beasts were unleashed preying on any innocent girl. And you were their victim tonight.

Suddenly, Steve pressed your head, so you would stop with your movements. He started thrusting in your mouth on his own. First harder, then gently slowing down. His sighing got more intense. You assumed the finale was approaching. You closed your eyes preparing for it. He was aiming for your throat.

There was it, Steve’s dick pulsated between your lips sending his warm cum down your throat. It made you gag a little but you took it. A loud sigh marked the end. Steve slowly took his dick out of your mouth. Some of his cum drooled down your chin. You licked around your lips. It was salty but delicious. You looked up at Steve, he looked back at you. You both smirked. He leaned down and kissed you again. Then sat back breathing heavily from his wonderful orgasm.

You were relieved you could now moan again. You couldn’t really do it with Steve’s dick inside of your mouth. You unleashed your screaming.

Suddenly, you felt Bucky leaning over you grabbing your mouth with his metal arm. It clenched so hard that you feared it might break your jaw.

“Shhh.” You heard Bucky whisper in your ear. “People might hear.”

Even though he did that, so you wouldn’t moan so loud he started thrusting inside of you slowly and as deep as possible. “Take it all in, baby.” He whispered in your ear.

It was driving you crazy. Your sighing was going out of control. Bucky was deafening it with his metal arm. You grabbed Steve’s arms that were near you. Bucky felt so good.

“Come on, baby. Let’s cum together.” Bucky said in your ear as his thrusting changed to a consistent speed.

You were still squeezing Steve’s arms. He completely let you do it. You were feeling the moment coming. You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs but you couldn’t. Bucky’s metal arm was preventing it.

By his sighing in your ear you could tell the moment had come. Completely synchronized your pussy and Bucky’s dick pulsated in pleasure releasing the built up tension. You felt it going through your entire body.

Once the moment passed Bucky let go of your face. You were breathing heavily. You felt his dick exiting you. Nevertheless, he was still leaned over you.

“Did you like it, babe?” Bucky whispered in your ear.

“Yes.” You replied with a little moan.

“Mmmm.” Bucky sighed back at you.

Then he sat on the floor next to you. He also needed a moment after his orgasm.

You finally let go of Steve’s arms. Then you leaned to your left side and lied on the floor. Your orgasm was spectacular. You saw Steve getting up and putting on his clothes. He looked back at you with a smirk and exited the room. You looked at Bucky. He leaned over you again and kissed your lips. Then he moved to you ear.

“Feel free to come anytime you want, babe.” Bucky said softly. “You felt so good. So tight. So delicious.” He added as he licked your ear.

You sighed once again. His soft naked skin touching yours was driving you crazy.

Then Bucky got up and got dressed as well. After he gave you a killer smile he walked out of the door leaving you alone and completely nude. “Nobody ever helps you dress after”, you thought to yourself.

You got up. You took your dress and you put it on. You assumed your hair was messy, your make-up smudged but you didn’t care. You had just done it with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. And it was spectacular. You still couldn’t feel your right butt cheek from Bucky’s spanks. You could still taste Steve’s delicious cum in your mouth. Your pussy was still heavenly happy from Bucky’s majestic size. And you were invited to come again anytime you wanted. You walked out of that room more confident than ever with a top model walk and a wide smile. It was a good night.

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