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highvern · 3 months

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Whatever You Like

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x f!reader

Genre: smut, fluff

warnings: sex tape, oral sex, dacryphilia, spitting, anal play, facial, praise kink, manhandling, unprotected sex/creampie, dom/brat dynamics (sir kink), sex toys, double penetration, spanking/clit slapping, dad cheol

Length: ~ 6.1k

Note: any complaints can be directed to @bitchlessdino for thinking cheol would be the type to film an amateur sex tape. ceremonial mention of @gyuswhore for beta reading and encouraging this tom foolery. also @wooahaeproductions and @millennial-fangirl t agging @wonustars @ugh-yoongi and @the-boy-meets-evil for more fun

summary: Your husband takes his birthday more seriously than anyone you know. When he's scheduled for a business trip across the country, forcing you two to celebrate apart for the first time in your entire relationship, you decide to get creative with his gifts this year. Can be read as a stand alone or a continuation of Freak Like Me!

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“I hate it,” your husband announces before collapsing on top of you.

Seungcheol is always pouting about something. He’s dramatic by nature, a classic whiner. He does it for attention. Your attention.

It is a business trip out of the country for two weeks. He hates it because his birthday is in the middle of it.

Since the dawn of your relationship, birthdays are spent naked in bed for hours followed by fancy dinners and gifts (despite your objection he’s all you need) and more domestic love making that left both of you sore for days.

This will be the first birthday in eight years you’ll spend apart. And with how serious Seungcheol takes his birthday, it’s more devastating than the six months you spent long distance after college.

“I know, baby,” you coo. “We can celebrate when you get home though. Go to that steakhouse downtown you like.”

“But I want to spend it with you. I always spend it with you.” He shivers as you rake a hand through his hair, nails scratching just right to make him weak.

“One birthday isn’t gonna kill you. Promise.”

“You don’t know that. People die of broken hearts all the time.”

“Oh my god,” you snort. “I’m not leaving you, you’re going away for two weeks. On a promotion trip you begged for.”

“What if I became a trophy husband?”

“You’re too bougie for that. We’d end up homeless.”

All of his complaints prove he’s unaware of your scheming. The second he shared the news, you set to work.

The guest list for a surprise barbecue two days before he flies out is confirmed; custom cufflinks he’d been planning to buy himself tucked away under extra sheets in the guest room; white lingerie that’ll remind him of your wedding night already in the mail, set to arrive while he’s gone to enjoy upon return.

But there’s one thing for him to take on his trip. A consolation prize for missing each other on one of the most important days of the year (tied with your birthday and just above your anniversary).

You’ve taken videos and pictures of yourself in varying states of ruin for Seungcheol’s enjoyment. He’s done the same. Flashes of his fist covered in cum in the dim light of his room back when you didn’t cohabitate. Videos of him jerking off, rambling about all the things he’d do to you.

He’s only ever admitted it once. A fantasy he keeps tucked away, bubbling just under the surface. It’d been almost two years ago when drunkenness threw inhibitions to the wind (along with the way his cock stretched your throat) that Seungcheol, without much thought to the matter, admitted how badly he wanted to film it. Film you, mouth full of him, cum spilling across your lips, eyes watering.

Neither of you mentioned it again afterwards but the idea stayed firmly planted in your subconscious.

And what better occasion to make your on screen debut than your husband’s birthday?

“I do have one idea…to make up for you being gone.” You say, smoothing down the back of his shirt. “For both of us, really.”

“And what is that Mrs. Choi?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Okay,” he huffs with amusement. “I can pencil that in.”

“I wasn’t done yet.” You force him off your chest into a cushion, taking over the prime real estate of his lap. “I want to make a sex tape.”

“What?”

“So you can watch it whenever you miss me during your trip.”

“Baby, you don’t have too—”

“I want to.” You nod. “Honestly more for me than you but I thought it’d be a nice birthday present.”

“Are you serious?”

“Mhm.”

“Shit, okay.” He takes a breath, calming down the need growing in his chest. “Tonight?”

“No, I’ve gotta get some stuff.” You kiss his neck just to tease him, chest to chest with a grind back into his crotch because he’s your husband and you can.

His chin tips back to give you space, fingers twitching at your waist thinking of all the possibilities. “What kind of stuff are we talking about?”

“It’s not a surprise if I tell you.”

“But it’s for my birthday,” he argues.

“Perfect time for surprises then, isn’t it?” You hop off him and beeline for the shower, his footsteps barely a second behind.

Based on aesthetics alone, you’d pass for one of those amatuer porn couples; you wrapped in Seungcheol’s favorite pair of panties sans bra, him half naked with sweatpants low on his waist. A lamp casts the room in a dull warm glow that you hope will soften the unforgiving quality of the camera.

Seungcheol is meticulous. If he had it his way then the professional grade camera he got for Christmas would be catching every minute detail but you draw the line at feeling too much like a porn star. Instead it's a cheap tripod you ordered online hastily and his phone.

Watching him focus so intently gets you hot; the flex of muscles from his fingers to the bare skin of his chest, hair falling in his face as he balances it on the chair dragged in from the dining room. Your pulse races while you model on the bed for him; testing every angle and position he directs you into with heat in your gaze.

“We really should have done this sooner. Holy shit,” he mumbles.

“Looks good?” you ask over your shoulder, ass high in the air with a painful arch.

He grabs one of your cheeks with force, fingers digging into the curve and spreading you bare. “You look amazing.”

“Stop, you'll make me blush.” Empty words because you bend up at the waist, chest on show for later viewing.

“My wife asked me to film a porno for my birthday. I’ll say whatever I want, thank you very much.” He palms whatever he can reach, tweaking your nipples until they ache into peaks.

“Speaking of,” you sigh. “There’s a few more surprises, birthday boy.’

“Really?”

Popping up, you plant a lazy kiss to his mouth, licking lewd intentions across his teeth. “In the top drawer of the dresser.”

Living alone means all the fun toys are kept in easy reach. The drawer is dedicated space for vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, paddles and whatever other random goodies collected over the years. So to have something not in your collection already makes him rush over to find out exactly what you’ve been so secretive about the past few days.

Seungcheol pulls out the silver bag, approaching the bed once again before separating the tissue paper to find what's inside.

“Are you serious?” he asks.

Leather handcuffs dangle from his hold. Red with silver hardware. The kind with clips so he can tie you up anyway he wants. And maybe later, anyway you want to tie him up too.

“I am,” you smile, kissing across his chest. “There’s more in there.”

He digs back in, easily finding the slip of red silk.

“Babe…” he breaths.

You kiss away his next words, soft and indulgent; a gross amount of tongue that comes with years of partnership. Both of you get lost in it, hands roaming, warming from the inside out. Seungcheol sucks on that spot below your jaw, a handful of ass threatening to distract you from the original purpose of tonight.

“I want you to do whatever you want to me,” you whisper pathetically only for him to hear, already forgetting the camera a few feet away.

Nostrils flaring, he watches as you mouth down his front. “You think I want to tie you up and blindfold you?” He’s cocky now; plain on his face how much the idea turns him on.

You slip to your knees on the floor, palm molded to his cock already plumping at the idea. “I think you wanna show me who is in charge.”

Seungcheol sizes up your offer. The way you look up at him with an innocent expression like you aren’t mouthing over the tented crotch of his pants. “Then take my cock out like a good girl.”

You force his sweats down with eager glee as Seungcheol starts recording above. You're in your element between his thighs, a place you excel with minimal direction. With the ideas you’ve planted in his head, you won’t have to do much to get him off.

Gentle kisses along his thighs make his stomach dip. “Can I use my mouth?”

“Not yet.” Seungcheol shakes. “You’ll taste it plenty later. Use your hand.”

You rub his cock with a spit slick grip, mouth watering for the familiar flavor of his spend promised later. The tip of his cock shines in the low light. It’s quiet except for the dirty wet squelch and his already labored breath. You could get off to this alone. A hand between your thighs as you jerk him to completion until he paints your chest white. You suck your lip between your teeth at the thought.

“Look here.” He’s holding his phone near his chin, recording the crazed gleam in your eye. The blindfold rests in his other hand, forcing it into your empty one. “Put it on.”

An easy command leaving you riddled with anticipation. Without vision, there's no telling what his next move is. Giving Seungcheol the power to do whatever he pleases. Every time you’ve given him power, he’s made it worth your while and then some. Now won’t be different. He cups your face, thumb spreading your lips until you suck with a moan. And as quick as it came, the heat is gone.

It’s replaced by the prod of his cock against your cheek. He slaps it against your chin, a hot wet trail against the seam of your lips you eagerly lick away once he moves again. His dick rubs across your face lazily, degrading and dirty. Just how you like it.

You kiss whatever comes in reach; the vein webbing the underside, the head, his balls. Anything he’ll give you, you’ll take.

“Open your mouth.” Seungcheol taps it against your chin once again. He doesn’t let you suck him in immediately, giving you an inch before moving away only to repeat the motion over again. “Stick your tongue out.”

You do without hesitation, messy already. He forces the tip into the flat of it. A flood of his taste serving as a precursor until he gives you more.

You like to show off under normal circumstances and with a camera in the mix, you’re edged to the side of debauchery. Seungcheol’s cock is heavy on your tongue; an easy slide to the back of your throat with little resistance. You stroke him into your mouth, tongue lashing against the slit in the head. His thighs tense under your nails with a good choke before you pull off.

“Looks good?” You ask, hand replacing your mouth.

“Fucking perfect.” Seungcheol guides you back down with a hand on the crown of your head. With new leverage comes more thrusts but you take each in stride. Precum mixes with spit, dribbling out the corners of your mouth and down your chin. “God, so good to my cock. Feel so good like this.”

You make it sloppy, throat tightening in a loud gag. He hisses your name when you manage to take another inch from his praise. His weight sinks into your throat; holding there until you grow dizzy from lack of air.

“Gonna cum,” he hisses. “Where do you want it?”

“On my face, come on my face.” You gasp for a quick breath before taking him again.

He’s close, bucking into your mouth with renewed vigor from something so dirty. “Want me to cover your pretty face in my cum?”

The vibrations of your moan make his hips kick again. You bottom out with a choke, wet eyes hidden beneath silk. Another swallow, more tongue against the slit until he gives a shaky jerk.

“F-fuck, okay.” Seungcheol pulls himself away, fisting his length. “Stick out your tongue again. Shit, shit.”

He goes for show rather than convenience, painting your chin and cheeks in messy streaks. At least your eyes are safe from any errant drips. You suck him back in, tongue collecting whatever stuck to the head.

“Look so pretty like this,” he coos, slapping his cock against your tongue with the last few drips.

Years together means Seungcheol knows your game. In the distraction of getting him off, you snuck a hand between your legs, rutting against it pathetically. He let you get away with it far too long not to notice and now you’ll pay the price.

He kicks your thighs apart, leaving you without a hint of relief. A rough grip at the back of your neck pulls you away without warning. “You touch yourself when I tell you to. Got that?”

Even with cum cooling on your skin, you still want more. “Sorry, sir.”

A harsh exhale is all the warning you get before you're pulled to your feet. It doesn’t last long. Bent over the mattress, you're prone to a swift slap against the back of your thigh. Predictable. You know exactly what that word does to him; how it drives him up the wall. The last time you called him ‘sir’ he made you come so many times you couldn’t walk the next day.

“You’re gonna be,” he threatens with another swat before wrestling your wrists together at the dip of your spine.

The cuffs link together easily. After testing their strength with a few gentle tugs, you’re left completely helpless to whatever your husband desires. Limp like a rag doll for his use. With the blindfold and the restraints, he’s got you at his mercy. It only drives you to act out more.

“Are you gonna spank me for being a bad girl, sir?” you goad, smile hidden in the sheets. A wiggle of your ass back into his hold to tease. You’re punished with another sting on the opposite thigh, then another and another. Each knots your stomach as you whine from the burn. The thought of the camera catching you, bent over, tied up, and covered in cum makes your insides warm with need. “That’s all you got?”

He answers with silence; a tense while he calculates. His hand squeezes across your heated skin, mindful of how much he gives you even when you challenge his authority like you weren’t asking for it.

The sound of ripping fabric fills your ears. Cool air rushes against the seat of your ass. You brace for another slap, prepared for it on the round of your ass. But Seungcheol likes to keep you on your toes.

The impact stings your clit, thighs trembling because it hurts in the best way. His fingers stay flat to roughly work you into weak submission. You barely register the cold lube dripping between your cheeks to ease Seungcheol’s fingers easing at your entrance.

“That's all you got?” he mocks. “I swear one of these days I’m gonna fuck your throat until you can’t talk back.”

Your breath hitches at he fucks you open with two fingers, an embarrassingly easy stretch. “Could do it right now.”

“I’ve got other plans.” He rubs your insides raw, the sick squelch ringing in your ears. A calculating curl forces a twitch into your legs. All your weak spots are his playthings, until your nails bite into the meat of your palm from how well he works them.

“Like?” Your breath hitches with the next rush of his fingers. Even more when he spits on your hole and rubs the stiffness of his dick into the mess just to be nasty.

“No point of the blindfold if I tell you everything anyway.”

“Seungcheol.” You shudder as he wedges a third finger inside.

He’s on his knees, chest hot against the back of your thighs, peppering soft kisses across your ass like he’s apologizing for the brand of his hand you’ll certainly feel tomorrow. You reposition to take him; legs spread, thighs stained with arousal from anticipation. Palms push against your legs to stretch further and give the camera a good view.

The tear in your underwear gives him plenty of room to work with but he’s also a show off, putting all the muscles he’s worked so hard for to use by ripping the remaining lace clean off with rough enthusiasm. They fall slack around your knees.

“Wish you could see how pretty your pussy looks spread around my fingers.”

“I will when I watch this while you're gone.”

“Gonna touch yourself to this? Seeing yourself get fucked?” His fingers hit that spot inside you. The one that punches air from your lungs and breaks you in half with limited coaxing.

“Yeah, might hu—shit—hump your pillow while I do it.”

Unlocking the cuffs, you sag in relief, straining muscles relaxing after being bound for so long. Seungcheol flips you on your back and locks them back in place over your stomach.

“Fuck yourself on my face then. Show me how much you want it and I’ll let you come.” He bites, tongue flattening in time with the return of his fingers. The camera must be somewhere else. Probably back on the chair at the side of the bed.

You do as he asks; feet planted on the bed as you curl into the pleasure, humping his face. A staccato lap of his tongue gets you started, wearing against the stiffness of your clit. You arch into it, unperturbed by the ache across your body. Seungcheol latches tight; sucking until your vision spots.

“Oh my god,” you hum; nerves fuzzy in your core from so much stimulation. He lets you grip a tight fist in his hair, keeping him still so you can ride his tongue.

“Come for me. All over my face like a good girl. That’s what you are right?” His fingers hit deeper. Gives you as much as you can possibly take. “My good girl?”

“I am, I–fuck, fuck. Yes, yes, yes!” Your orgasm rushes like a tsunami. It drowns you into utter silence, choked and shaking. You might fizzle away into nothing from the inside out. Seungcheol shoves your legs open to work you through it, dragging out every last inch until you kick at his stomach for a break. “Oh my god.”

“Good?” He smirks, chuckling when you jump at a cruel lick at your clit.

“Asshole,” you knee him in the side without much bite, focusing on catching your breath.

He sucks a bruise into your thigh because he can, pulling away to admire his work before speaking again. “Done or do you wanna keep going?”

“Want you to fuck me,” you sigh. The emptiness consumes your brain, making you impatient for what happens next.

He licks his way up your stomach, sucking a nipple between his teeth while the other grows sensitive between his fingers. “How?”

Drawn out from your previous orgasm, sink pliant into the cushion of the mattress. “However you want.”

“What if I wanna fuck you…right…here.” His thumb digs into your asshole, wet with spit and the obscene accumulation of your own arousal.

“Fuck, yes.” You nod pathetically. “Fuck my ass.”

The sick bastard laughs at your desperation like it's a cruel joke. “Not tonight. Maybe next time I’ll take a video of you taking my cock in your ass and one of your dildos in that tight little pussy. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“You can fuck my pussy with both right now.”

“You’d want that?” His teeth bruise your nipple, hand dipping between your legs with no regard for your sensitivity. “God, you’re nasty.”

“It'd be so hot,” you mumble. The jitters in your muscles haven’t faded yet you're already hungry for more.

He leaves a kiss on your sternum before standing, footsteps padding against the floor towards the dresser. If he has any sense he’ll grab the one that perfectly resembles his cock. What once was a dirty gift exchange gag gift, now his favorite toy to watch you get off with.

“You sure?”

He’s sweet. But you don’t want him to be nice; you want him to dangle your pleasure in front of you and snatch it away when you get too close. “I’m pretty sure your phone is running out of space, so get to work big boy.”

When he comes back the blindfold is ripped away. Sweat beads on his forehead, hair wild, and skin pinked. Cock wet with a sticky mix of fluids, heavy against his thigh. He’s sexy like this. Based on how crazed he looks, you can only imagine yourself. And now you have it all caught on video.

“Hold this.” He shoves the phone into your grasp. “Film yourself getting fucked.”

The dildo is soaked in more lube; obscenely so. Enough to ruin the sheets and maybe the mattress but it looks good on the screen as he works it inside you until the base is flush with your pelvis. On the brink of breaking apart from just a clone of his dick, he fucks you nice and slow with it. A tedious grind into the heat of your core. Insides tightening but still missing something.

“What’s wrong baby?” he grins, fingers wedging inside around the edges. If you’re planning to take two cocks, he’ll make sure you’re prepped. “Tapping out on me already? Haven’t even put my cock in and you’re already whining.”

“Feels good.” You grit your teeth at his cockiness. This is for his birthday and if he wants you to be a pathetic mess for him, you indulge. “Fuck me harder with it.”

“Yeah? Imagine how it’ll feel when I fuck you with both. Stuffed until you can’t take it.”

“Kiss me,” you whine. You need something to distract from the visual of being split on two cocks before you explode.

He does just that. A confusing mix of tender want compared to the vigor between your legs. Your hips grind on their own accord, tingling from his fingers torturing your clit in time.

“I love you,” Seungcheol sighs. “Fuck yourself on it. Show me how good you take it, yeah?”

You rock your hips into it the best you can, fumbling to keep his mouth firm against your own. A lazy rut but he won’t complain after all you’ve given him already.

The phone ends up back on the chair for now. Seungcheol doesn’t bother making sure either of you are in frame, trusting that whatever is getting caught will be hot enough even if it's just the sounds of fried vocal cords and the wet slap of skin on skin.

“Think you’re ready?”

“Mmm, give it to me. Let me feel your fat cock inside me.”

“You’re so needy.”

Your thighs begin to ache from being spread to accommodate him but it’s easily drowned out by the head of his cock breaching your entrance.

“Oh,” you gasp. It’s not something you’d ever be able to describe. A stretch bordering on pain but nothing more lube, Seungcheol’s patience, and some deep breathing can’t fix.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, just…really full. Wow.” You breathe, the pressure in your gut limiting everything to just this. It’s not an easy slide like the dildo, it’s more than you’ve ever felt. “Go slow, I can take it.”

He sinks deeper, another inch before stopping and pulling back out; restricted ruts making your teeth clench. You need a distraction. Something to keep your attention away from how uncomfortable it is. You want nothing more than to be stuffed as far as you can take it, but getting there might take a while.

And because your husband can always manage to read your mind, he flattens to your chest, mouth meeting your own in a dirty kiss that makes you blush more than the two cocks wedged inside you. “Feel good for you?”

“Tight.”

“I’m always tight,” you taunt.

“Tighter. Wet too, fuck,” he grunts. A kick of his hips you're woefully unprepared for knocks you out of orbit. “Look so pretty taking my cock like this. Stuffed so full. So fucking tight.”

A punch to the gut from how deep his voice sounds. Seungcheol is better at keeping up the facade of nonchalance than you but it’s betrayed in the detail: shaky hands, red ears, glazed eyes.

“God, you’re so big. Feel like you’re gonna tear me in half.”

“Really know how to treat a man, don’t you?” he laughs, pained. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Thinking about what you said earlier. Fucking my ass and my pussy at the same time.”

“You’d like that?” Seungcheol pants driving a little bit deeper.

“Yeah.” You melt in his hold. His cock in your ass is a special treat you like to indulge in whenever possible. “We can film that too.”

He fucks you with calculated grinds; slow until you beg him not to be. This is for you as much as it is for him and Seungcheol will only enjoy it if you are too, even if his cock is being squeezed to death.

“Is it in all the way?”

“Not even close, babe.” He coos, a sticky lube covered thumb brushing your cheek. “Relax.”

“Take two dicks inside you and see how well you relax.”

“I’m not the cock champ here, am I?”

“Just touch me. Please.” He skates that same hand between your legs, gentle circles on your nub while sinking deeper and deeper. Your stomach caves when he adds more pressure. “Fuck, right there.”

It’s the permission he needs to spread you prone, knees up to your chest to give you more. “Can you keep touching yourself for me? Play with that pretty little pussy for me?”

“Yes, sir.” You rub weak circles on your clit, range of motion limited from the handcuffs.

He abandons his grip on the silicon to twist your nipple. “Watch it.”

“Or what?”

“Say it again and I’ll make you ride this dildo while I fuck your mouth again.” He grunts, nudging your cervix to remind whose mercy you're under.

“But then you won’t get to see me take your hot load like a good girl.” You glow warmly with his choked expression.

“G-good—god—what kind of good girl talks about having her pussy filled?”

“The kind that wants you to spit in her mouth,” you beg.

“Then stick your tongue out.” He’s in a frenzy from how desperate you are. Thighs squeezing at the command, you do what he asks and are rewarded with the sick wet of his spit against the back of your throat.

You don’t get a chance to ask for another round. Seungcheol flips you on your front, face to face with the camera lens. Two of his fingers, the ones that taste like your cunt, hook into your mouth. Sucking them deep, you lap against them like their his cock; eager for the camera to catch the depraved need to be used that only he can inspire.

“Feels good?”

“So good,” you garble. “I love when you fuck me.”

“Yeah? Pussy was made for me, wasn’t it? All for me?” His voice jumps, cock twitching when you clench around him despite everything he’s giving you.

“All for you.”

“Gonna take my cum? Let me fill you up? That's what you want, don’t you? To be my pretty little cum dump?” He bites your ear lobe, fisting the hair at the crown of your head when you fall forward. “Look at the camera, baby.”

Wild jerks of his hips manage to force you to take him deeper, the head of his cock nestled further into your walls. All you can manage is a pathetic whine in answer to his questions. “Oh god, Seungcheol.”

He builds the pace, slow enough not to tear you in half but what he restrains in his rhythm he makes up for with harsh curls into the back of your throat. Each vein and ridge imprints into your core, more depravity.

You can feel it, from the tips of your toes to the crown of your skull; the ebb of another orgasm. Seungcheol sinks the full weight of his hips inside you, taking the chance to fuck you with the dildo instead.

The comforter greets your face, Seungcheol abandoning his grip on your hair to land another round of punishing swats on your ass. It takes everything in you to keep your head up, for you both to play back later and see how nasty you are for each other. You want your husband to know what you look like when he fucks you in half, how your eyes water and lip threatens to split under the clamp of your teeth.

“Gonna cum,” he groans. His chest seals against your back, pathetic ruts into your stinging ass. It barely lasts. A ploy to grab the camera again for a cumshot. You let your face drop into the mattress, arching for the best view he’ll ever get. “Gonna ruin this pussy.”

“Do it.”

He removes the dildo, focusing on how you still manage to cling to his cock after being full for so long. It frees his hand to curl under your hip and pinch your clit until you scream. “Want you to come again. Come on my cock and I’ll give you what you want.”

There’s no slow build. A sprint to the finish at the hands of your lover, you twitch in his hold, mind vacant except for what he asks. Nothing but the need to come on his cock. The wet echo of skin slapping as he fucks you harder now without the threat of breaking you.

“I’m—close, fuck. Fuck!” You cry. Wetting his cock, you flail against the bed because Seungcheol is a cruel bastard that drags you so thin when you’re weak. A few more harsh drags on your clit, stomach sinking in half, and he’s letting you go. It’s weaker than the first but enough for Seungcheol to give in.

“Gonna cum for you,” he hisses, shivering. You milk him for all he’s worth. Taking the warm flood along your insides that keeps coming, each thrust gushing excess around the base of his cock.

He pulls out and you nearly sob. It’s a vulnerable feeling to be empty after taking a beating to your pussy, one Seungcheol doeesn’t let you marinate in because he’s still filming. And that means playing with the mess of your cunt while giving the camera a front row seat. A few thrust of the dildo coated in a sheen of your insides and cum has him cursing like nothing hotter has ever existed. You feel open and used, messy. “Push it out for me.”

Whatever trickles out, he fucks right back in. The aftershocks of your second orgasm numb it all. Like you're underwater and Seungcheol is at the surface. Muffled.

“Oh my God, that was so…Holy shit.” He stops the recording and tosses his phone away. “You’re incredible.”

“If you’re trying to sweet talk me into another round, you need to do better.”

“I can’t come again if I tried.”

“Ouch,” you wince. “Hurtful.”

“Drama queen,” he laughs. The kisses up your spine make up for the dig.

You hum into the ticklish sensation. “You love it.”

“Of course I do, that’s why I married you.”

“And here I thought it was for my incredible cooking.” You slouch into the pillows, body finally sputtering to a halt. “I feel gross.”

“Happens when you're covered in cum and take two cocks. Give me ten minutes and we’ll take a bath. The maintenance guy fixed the jets today.”

“Oh, baby.”

You and Seungcheol fall asleep five minutes later, your face in the pillows and Seungcheol’s lips at your shoulder.

“I’m under the big sign that says ‘Buses.’ Wait, I think I see you.” Seungcheol’s voice rings through the speaker as you scan the crowd

“Stick your hand up. Okay, now wave it in the air. No, bigger. Make a ‘Y’—”

“You’re so annoying,” he barks as he opens the passenger door.

You ease back into traffic, his hand clasped in yours over the center console. “I didn’t know having some harmless fun is a crime.”

“It is when I’m tired and I missed you.”

“Aw, poor baby,” you coo sarcastically. “I missed you too.”

The drive home is peaceful. Seungcheol kept you updated during his trip and vice versa. Even getting in the door of the house is done in lazy silence, your husband refusing to let you go more than a few feet away before drawing you back into his hold.

Tucked under the covers with your head on his chest, you crack; unable to keep his final birthday surprise a secret any longer.

“You know, I have one more gift for your birthday.”

“Baby, I love you but I can’t stay awake to fuck you. I promise I will in the morning.”

“Not that you perv. It's in the closet.”

“It can’t wait until morning?” he pleads, snuggling down to hide under your chin.

“Nope.”

He gets up with a dramatic pout, shuffling to the closet for a gift wrapped boxed you’ve had hidden since his birthday. “What is it?”

“Open it.”

He shreds through the paper, tossing aside the lid. Each second has you worrying your lip. It’s something you talked about extensively; in hypotheticals not realities. When you’d be ready. It’s why you bought this house, why Seungcheol’s car has a high safety rating. Something you’d both been clear about wanting since the very beginning.

There wasn’t an active effort but neither of you argued to use condoms again when your last pack of birth control ran out and the prescription went unfilled. You both carried on in silent agreement that whatever may happen will happen.

“Blueberries? You know we have a fridge to keep these in, right?”

“Fruit doesn’t belong in the fridge,” you shakily argue. “Now, read the note.”

“At seven weeks your baby is about the size of a blueberry. Baby Choi’s eyes, nose, mouth, and ears are starting to look more—” he trails off, jaw slack. “Baby Choi?”

You burn under his gaze, shy like the first time he said I love you all those years ago. “Surprise?”

“Are you serious?”

He drops the fruit when you nod, no doubt spilling the fruit everywhere in his haste to kiss you. It’s hard with both you beaming, cheeks round and burning. Kisses to your cheeks and chin and lips and nose like he can’t believe it’s a real thing.

“I’m serious. Next week it’ll be the size of a grape and have fingers.” You pat your belly gently, his own hand caught under yours and snaking beneath your pajamas. “Weird to think about.”

“Oh my god.” He flushes. “How did you…?”

“Had a feeling while you were gone,” you admit. “On your birthday actually.”

“Really?” He’s staring at your stomach. You aren’t showing but since you’ve found out you can’t stop looking in the mirror for a change. That’s probably what he’s doing right now. Looking for those signs of proof that will start coming sooner than later.

“Yeah, I took like five tests in the grocery store bathroom to be sure.”

He doesn’t speak for a while, regarding you with silent awe. His cheek rests flat against your belly. There's a squeeze of your hand while his eyes sink shut to settle into the news. “We’re gonna be parents.”

“Yeah,” you smile. “My boobs are supposed to start getting bigger soon.”

“I thought something was different.”

“Probably the lack of sleep from your big ass baby.”

“Our big ass baby,” He corrects. “Is it too early to start decorating the spare room?”

“It literally doesn’t even have a face right now.”

Seungcheol kisses your navel, lips moving across the skin. “Your mommy is so mean to me. I think you’d be beautiful even if you don’t have a face.”

A week of knowledge, the initial anxiety you’d bottled up in effort to make sure he’s the first person you told (not including your gyno) starts to spill out. “We can do this, right? You’re ready?”

His head pops up, eyes softening as he meets yours. “There is no one in the world I’d rather do this with.”

“Me either.”

“Best birthday present ever.”

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okay but imagine eren seen a video of his baby momma at the club singin sexy redd’s “ FUCK MY BABYDADDY ” 😭😭 he just brings their son or daughter to reader’s mom and goes back to reader’s house and tears them TF upppp.

i can just hear him saying “ fuck yo baby who?? oh aight. ”

I had to add rapper!Eren to this cause it's something I always wanted to write😋

Eren x Black Fem Reader, PLOT + SMUT

rapper Eren Yeager's longtime girlfriend of six years broke up with him after having his first child, Duke Yeager. Eren shared a post on instagram confirming their breakup but stated that the both of them remain in Duke’s life as co-parents. the reason why was unreleased so fans speculated that Eren must’ve cheated because why else would you willingly break up with the famous rapper. his management released a statement saying it was due to conflicting schedules but it was seen as damage control so no one believed it.

during the six years of the relationship, his management managed to keep your face out of the media. but with the way Eren was constantly posting snippets of you, fans soon discovered who you were after matching physical features, traits and location that were found on his story with the ones present on your small instagram.

you two quickly became the it couple, how the girl from nowhere pulled a famous rapper gave fans hope because they saw them reflected in you. a woman who didn’t have to undergo multiple surgeries to pull the industry's finest. but after the breakup, that image fell.

his management did their best to keep things under wraps to keep the media from tormenting you but it didn’t work. when you posted a picture of yourself postpartum your dms filled with hateful comments wondering why Eren had gotten with you in the first place. you knew it was just jealous fangirls but it still got to you, especially since you weren’t all that confident in your new body and still recovering from your pregnancy. your accounts went silent shortly after.

although the breakup was mutual, the reason why was deeper than scheduling conflicts. you needed someone who was able to be there physically, emotionally and mentally. it was hard for Eren to provide that due to his career path, always travelling the world with a packed schedule. you guys did your best to make it work but after Duke came into the world you just couldn’t handle it anymore.

Eren was a decent baby daddy and you guys co-parented well. you had full custody of him but when Eren was in town and would have time off you would send Duke over to him. Duke loved his daddy, always wanting to watch his concerts and interviews on the TV when he wasn’t there or free to facetime. Eren always made sure to send double what was asked for in child support to make sure you took care of yourself as well as his son.

that’s why when you reposted your friend’s story of you in the club all hell broke loose. people took it as a diss to your baby daddy, which it was, but not in the way they thought.

earlier that week you had dropped Duke off at Eren’s mansion. he had just flown back in from his world tour and finally had a few weeks off. despite being exhausted he called you up and asked if you could bring Duke over, wanting to spend as much time with his son as possible during his break. he sent over an uber black to pick the two of you up.

when Eren met you two at the door, Duke jumped into his arms smiling and giggling. it’s been a while since he’s seen his daddy in person. the sight made you awe. Eren turned to you and asked if you wanted to stay over so he could spend time with the two most important people in his life but sadly you declined. you didn’t want to interrupt their father and son bonding time.

Duke was almost a clone of Eren, he had his sharp green eyes, german nose and face shape. the only hints of you in him were his full lips, darker skin and coils. Duke was your little bundle of joy but he could be a handful at times. during the few times those two got to spend together Eren spoiled him rotten, whatever he wanted he got and it showed. whenever you told him no he would throw a tantrum saying how he wanted his daddy. you knew you were a good mother but hearing him say that when you were the one who took care of him every day hurt.

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it was a friday night and Eren was at his crib chilling with Duke. he had his phone on do now disturb so his time with his family wouldn’t be interrupted. it was a shame you weren’t here to spend time with them. after having pizza, soda and ice cream for dinner the boys passed out on the couch after staying up past midnight watching movies.

his peace was soon interrupted by the constant buzz of his phone. it roused him from his sleep but Duke slept through it. after the third ring, he finally answered the phone. he was pissed that his manager was calling him knowing it was his time off but he figured it must be important for them to use emergency bypass to call.

“what’s going on?” his voice gruff from his slumber and irritation. he turned on his phone to see it flooded with notifications from instagram, snapchat, tiktok, twitter, messages, missed calls from his friends and one from his mom and his heart dropped to his stomach. he hadn't dropped anything new recently so he knew whatever was happening had to be bad.

“well… it’s about your baby mama… she uh…” his manager was at a loss for words. he didn't know the words to describe the situation to make it not seem as bad as the media was already making it out to be. he knew Eren would be pissed when he found out what happened and they didn't want to be on the end of it.

Eren was extremely protective of his family and friends. when he saw the hate you were receiving after you posted a picture of yourself postpartum he took to twitter immediately. he did not play when it came to you, together or not together. you were the mother of his child and you needed your respect. so he was wondering why you were playing in his face like this.

“well what is it?” he snapped, already losing his patience. “is she ok? is she hurt?” he shot upright from his resting position on the couch. he opened up the group chat between him, Armin, Connie, Onyankopon and Jean first. all that was sent was a blurry video followed by a bunch of skull and grave emojis.

he opened the video and immediately recognized the faces of a few of the girls in it as a few of your friends, Sasha, Mikasa and Historia at a club. Sasha, Connie’s model girlfriend was the one to record them singing along to a sexyy red song. he wondered what the video had to do with him until it panned to you. you stood out with your brightly dyed red hair styled in a what he recognized as a wash-and-go.

“fuck my baby daddy! fuck my baby daddy! fuck my baby daddy!” you were shouting the lyrics a little bit too passionately. you had your middle fingers stuck up to the camera showing off your glittery red acrylic nails. you were clearly wasted, drunk off of whatever drinks Sasha managed to shove down your throat.

“yes bitch!” your friends shouted as you turned around to shake your ass sticking out your tongue. you were wearing a ripped mesh dress. one of your friends reached out to pull down the back of your dress to prevent your ass from showing but the dress was already leaving very little to the imagination. the pregnancy did your body good, you were a bit on the skinny side before but now your hips had filled out, your ass and boobs swole and your skin finally cleared up. you were glowing.

“I’m a fine ass bitch, I ain’t in the in the house sad!” you were feeling yourself. it felt nice to get out of the house and away from Duke no matter how much you loved him. having to take care of a baby by yourself was tiring, no matter how much Eren supported you from afar you needed him there with you.

your friends were hyping you up and your mind grew hazy from both the alcohol and adrenaline. you were far too gone to realize what you said when you yelled “fuck Eren!” instead of the actual lyrics. the camera quickly panned to the floor before the video stopped.

Eren had to replay the video countless times to process what he had seen and heard. but he couldn’t believe it was you. never in the eight years he’s known you have you ever picked up the phone to send a dig at him through social media. no matter how tough the going got, it’s what he respected about you. you always wanted to talk problems through and try to make it work. Eren clenched his fist looking at you now.

Eren knows how baby mamas like you are seen and treated in the industry. he’s seen how they're constantly bashed and embarrassed by the fathers of their children and the media. Eren never wanted that for you, he wanted to give you a ring before he gave you a baby but accidents happen and here you both were. instead of calling him or stopping by to talk you wanted to show out for the fans and diss him. it was stupid of you, he knew you were better than this.

“so it’s “fuck Eren” is that right,” Eren laughed to himself throwing his head back on the couch. sure he couldn’t be there for you and Duke all the time like he wanted but at least he tried. he was a very busy man. but he did what he had to to make sure his mother, Duke and you could have a nice and cozy life. where Duke didn’t have to worry about if he was going to eat dinner that night. “bet.”

“sorry little man but I have to go get your mommy. you’re going to go to stay with your grandma tonight, ok?” he cooed to Duke, waking him up. Duke slowly woke up and was trying to rub the sleep out of his eye. Eren loved his son very much he was the reason he kept this stressful life up.

he enjoyed making music and performing but not during the days when he slept in the studio trying to find the perfect lyrics and beat or days where he hardly slept because he had to stay on his feet. it was a fast life and if he couldn’t keep up it would all come crashing down. and for you to make a dig at that knowing how he felt was fucked.

“Eren Yeager!” his manager shouted through the phone overhearing the whole thing. he needed Eren to keep a calm head and not do anything rash tonight. he didn’t need him sparking more outrage in the media or doing something that could potentially ruin the relationship you two had. “what are you going to do?”

“what else, I’m going to go fuck my baby mama,” before his manager could get another word out he hung up the phone.

“daddy said a bad word!”

“...don’t tell your mom and I’ll bring you to the studio with me.”

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you wobbled into your apartment with a sheepish grin. it felt like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulder tonight. it’s been a while since you went to the club and got so drunk that the world became a blur. you were slowly regaining memories of what happened that night and you couldn’t help but cringe knowing you would regret some of them in the morning. your phone died on your way home after you reposted Sasha’s story so you were oblivious to the buzz you had created.

when you went to unlock your door you found out that it was already open. you raised your brow but you brushed it off thinking you must’ve forgotten to lock it in your rush to leave the house. you knew the security for your building was tight, it was the main thing you were looking for when you were buying your apartment. it was a necessity since Duke was the son of a successful rapper.

when you and Eren had split you bought yourself a nice little two-bedroom apartment deep in the city. Eren offered to pay for it but you immediately declined, you didn’t want anything else of yours to get attached to him. during your relationship you saved up a lot of money since Eren had always offered to buy you whatever you wanted and spoiled you rotten just like he was doing with Duke. he fueled your shopping addiction only wanting his girlfriend to have the best of the best.

you had a little side hustle as an occasional hairstylist and nail artist for your friends and family with the occasional new client. Eren told you time and time again you didn’t need to work and that he would take care of everything. but you liked having your own source of income it made you feel independent plus you enjoyed your job.

being able to close on your dream apartment was a dream come true and it left you feeling satisfied. you loved how everything was within walking distance, there was a daycare down the street along with an elementary school for when Duke got older. there was a grocery store right around the corner with a few outlets and public transit ran just outside the building, it was perfect for a single mother like you.

“thought we were doing good with this co-parenting shit mama?” the second you opened the door you were greeted by a voice you knew better than your own. goosebumps covered your arms, ‘why is he here’ you thought.

“Eren?” you called out into the dark apartment. you felt the wall closest to the door for the switch and turned the light on. and there he was, Eren, your famous baby daddy. he turned his head to look at you from where he was seated on the couch. his eyes were extremely low, watching your every move. “are you ok? where's Duke?”

“with your mom,” Eren was having such a pleasant high, he felt so relaxed and calm in the dark room. he didn’t have the TV on and was just staring at the black screen. but the second the room lit up and you walked through the door with that tiny see-through dress on it dispersed. he narrowed his eyes down at you and you could tell you had just blown his high. his anger simmering underneath his calm demeanour.

“how’d you even get in?” you never gave Eren the key to your apartment. having already been split and you always dropped Duke off at his place there was no reason for him to have one.

“front desk gave me a key after I flashed a couple of stacks,” he replied nonchalantly, like it wasn’t a crime on both parts. you rolled your eyes, this was how Eren fixed all his problems, with money. you get that when he was growing up it was something he didn’t have but now that he had it was like all he knew how to do was throw it at people to make his problems disappear.

“well if Duke isn’t here then there’s no reason for you to be,” you don’t know what you did to warrant this visit but you didn’t want to be in his presence any longer. you liked to keep your contact with Eren as minimal as possible. plus you didn’t have the energy to deal with him tonight, you were tired. hoping he would get the hint it was time to leave you walked away and headed towards your bedroom, “please see yourself out. we can talk another day.”

“nah, 'cause it’s “fuck Eren” right?” he got up from the couch and followed you down the hall and into your room. the wooden floor creaking under his weight. you didn’t have to turn around to know he was towering over you, you could feel him breathing down your neck. you tried to move away from him but he gripped your waist with a firm grip underneath and pulled you against him. “you must’ve gone crazy going so long with my dick huh? that must be it, acting like you lost your damn mind.”

“Eren!” you pulled away to look back at him in shock. “what are you even talking about?”

“don’t play dumb with me mama, your ass is all over the shade room talking about “fuck my baby daddy” ” he took his phone out of his pocket to show you their newest post. it was a screenshot of a video but it was clearly you, it was the same outfit and hairstyle you had on right now. you swiped the image on his phone in disbelief and the video played, “fuck Eren! fuck my baby daddy! fuck my baby daddy!”

“oh my gosh! Eren, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, I was drunk and got carried away,” you looked up at him from the phone. you could tell he was pissed, his eyes darkened after hearing what you said in the video for the hundredth time. you were horrified, you didn’t mean to air out your personal problems and make Eren seem like a bad father. you knew how the public blew things out of proportion.

“they say drunk words are sober thoughts,” Eren stated, shrugging his shoulders. “I know Duke be stressing you out ma, let me fix it,” he stared down at you with a little smirk. he licked his lips, obviously checking you out. it's been a while since he's seen your body exposed, you always show up to drop Duke off in oversized sweaters and shirts. just looking at you like this made his dick hard, “plus you owe me an apology.”

that’s how you found yourself face down ass up in your bedroom with the man you’d never thought would step foot in your new apartment. Eren was behind you standing at the edge of the bed, his black and grey nike tech sweater was thrown somewhere in your room leaving him in a white wife beater and his golden cuban link chain. his grey sweats were down so that just his dick was out.

“mm fuck Eren! please,” you cried out. no matter how deeply you arched or angled your hips you couldn’t get him to reach where you needed him the most. he knew that but he loved watching you struggle and the way your brown cheeks jiggled after coming into contact with his pelvis. you were a sight to see, one that he deeply missed.

“you can do better than that mama,” he raised his pierced brow watching you. Eren stood completely still behind you, you had your face buried in the sheets as you attempted to throw it back on him. you were still dressed in your mesh dress but he ripped your thong off. “I saw you in that video. you were shaking that shit so c’mon, fuck me back ma.”

your makeup was staining your sheets but you could care less right now. the feeling of Eren stretching out your practically virginal walls was dumbfounding. he didn’t bother to stretch you out believing that your body was already moulded to his shape. but it’s been about two years since you last had sex. your tight walls were struggling to accommodate his humongous size.

“ ’m trying,” the lack of stimulation on your sweet spots had you in tears. the stretch was pleasurable but it wasn’t enough, paired with the shallow thrusts. you so desperately craved more so you reached in between your legs to play with your clit. Eren groaned at the sight of you touching yourself, not to mention you began to clench around him.

“damn ma, now that’s what I’m talking about,” Eren gave your ass a harsh slap. you let out a little whine as you lost your rhythm because of it. but you soon found it again. your wetness was soaking his dick and you were basically twerking on his dick. Eren loved every second of it.

he took one of your ass cheeks and pulled it to the side with his tattooed hand, he watched himself go in and out of your brown folds. feeling the unsteady approach of his orgasm watching as you struggled to fuck yourself on him he decided to finally grant you mercy. he languidly began to thrust into you. “go ahead and nut on this dick mama.”

“o-okay” you stuttered out. you struggled to concentrate on stimulating your sensitive clit while bouncing back to meet Eren’s lazy thrusts. your fingers were covered in your own wetness while you rubbed little circles on your bud. each loop paired with the tip of his dick pressing against that spongy spot inside you brought you ever closer to your climax. “ ‘m so close!”

“let it out for me baby,” the pace became erratic, you guys’ release at its peak. sometimes his dick collided straight into your soft spot and sometimes it completely missed. but the feeling of him pummeling in and out of you had you convulsing around his dick. “keep squeezing around me like that and I'll put another baby in you, fuck.”

you let out broken whines as you struggled to continuously stimulate your bud. you were soaking wet that your fingers slipped around. “‘ren! ren!” you chanted, reaching out toward him with your slick-covered hand. Eren grabbed it and put it in his mouth. groaning deeply as he licked and sucked on your coated digits.

“don’t worry mama, I got you. let it out for me,” Eren leaned over your arched form and whispered in your ear. his husky sending shivers down your spine as he talked you through it. you listened to him feeling the wave of pleasure overwhelm you, the sensation in your stomach bursting.

“f-fuck, fuck!”

“shit,” when he felt himself about to burst he pulled out of your pussy's compelling grasp. he watched the lewd scene in front of him and used it to jerk off. he groaned out stroking his soaking dick. your pussy hole remained gaping after he pulled out and your liquids were spilling on your sheets. after a few strokes, he released all over your back onto your mesh dress staining it.

you plopped down onto your empty bed exhausted. the room filled with the sound of laboured breathing as you guys tried to catch your breath. the sound of Eren shuffling around could be heard soon after. your heart ached at the thought of him leaving you so soon but you closed your eyes, ‘it’s for the better’ you thought. you wanted a few moments of rest before you went to wash up.

but Eren wasn’t finished yet, he was shedding the remaining articles of his clothing leaving him naked. your eyes opened feeling the bed dip under the extra weight. before you could protest, Eren had already climbed on top of you, grabbing your legs and having them pushed over your head, “we’re not finished yet.”

this time Eren took the lead, he had ripped off your dress leaving you completely naked and exposed to his eyes. he had you folded over like a pretzel leaving you open for him. your legs were bent so far over your head you could see the top of your pussy and watch as Eren thrusted in and out of your overstimulated hole from above. the pleasure made you want to slither away but Eren’s strong hold kept you still.

“E-eren!” you were losing your mind from the stimulation. “too much! it’s too much!” you cried out. you reached out to push against his rock-hard abdomen. you didn’t want him to stop, not when you were so close to your second orgasm of the night but it was too much. he was being so rough with you. you didn’t think you had it in you after motherhood to be manhandled like this.

“nah, you can take it. you’re a big girl now, dissing me at the club with your friends. be glad I’m even fucking you since I’m such a “bad baby daddy.” Eren mocked you from above. he didn’t even flinch as you tried to push him away. he smiled down at you watching how easily you got fucked out. moans were no longer coming out your mouth, more like strangled sobs and whines that were being forced out after each deep thrust of his. the head of his dick battering your insides and abusing your soft spot left you tremoring underneath him.

“imsorryimsorry,” you babbled out. your mascara and eyeliner were running down your cheeks and your lipstick was smothered but you couldn’t look any prettier to Eren. he enjoyed watching as your tits bounce around. he brought his forest green eyes back up to you watching as you bit your quivering lip.

“how’d that song go again?” Eren sarcastically asked. with the number of times he replayed that video he had the lyrics, beat and rhythm all memorized. “something like this right?” pap! pap! pap! Eren changed the rhythm of his thrusts, the sound of his balls clapping against your ass and the squelching sounds of your pussy mimicked the bow bow bow of the song. he angled each thrust to deliver a particularly harsh hit to your g-spot.

without warning an intense feeling of pleasure erupted in your stomach. “imcuming!” you cried out. you could feel a liquid flow out from your pussy, completely drenching Eren’s dick. he quickly pulled out to watch you squirt, a sight he immensely missed. the translucent liquid gushed out of your hole soaking the sheets as well.

“you said fuck your baby who?” Eren smiled down at your fucked out face. you couldn’t even answer him with the overwhelming pleasure rendering all of your senses useless. your head was thrown back and your face furrowed, coming down from the high of your intense orgasm. “oh aight.”

I think I got a bit carried away🤭

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yogurtkags · 3 months

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❝ LUCKY CHARM ❞ — oikawa tooru

cw. gn!reader, friends with implied feelings, timeskip!tooru, tooru’s family owns a white cat called milky (wow i wonder who named her) word count. 628 synopsis. tooru's packing for his move to argentina and he finds something that reminds you of fond memories

“are you sure you have everything packed?” you ask unconvinced, laying on your back on the bed with your eyes closed and head hanging off the foot of the bed. milky climbs onto your tummy, nuzzling into your palm as you give her chin rubs and scritches behind her ears. she took a liking to you since the day you met her. you welcome the weight with open arms, further sinking into the plush mattress.

tooru invited you to his home in the name of helping him pack, but you’ve basically just been making sure he stops to take water and snack breaks once in a while. he’s been at it since morning and seems just about done, minus contemplating items of sentimental value. you wonder if he’s overthinking it as much as you are, the idea of being so far away after being basically joined at the hip for the last couple of years. he’s fiddling with his fingers again, a telltale sign that he’s restless. he plays it off, but you know him too well.

pacing back and forth between his large suitcase and the door, he waves you off, “yeah pretty much, I’m just looking to see if there’s any last minute things that I might want to add. got my alien socks— hey look at this, remember when this photo was taken?”

eyes fluttering open with a few pokes to your cheek, the photo in question greets you. a small polaroid picture that hajime took — the back view of the two of you, hands clasped together and looking off the shore. you remember the day this was taken, a precious memory you hold close to your heart.

the two of you were walking along the pier, ice cream in hand. you were ahead of the others, them trailing behind and getting caught up with something strange mattsun saw online. hearing a collective “ehhh?” coming from the bunch, you and tooru look at each other before shrugging and lightly chuckling.

there’s never a dull moment with the bunch, you met the four of them back in freshman hear at seijoh and never looked back. you shared the most classes with tooru so naturally you got closer and started spending lunchtime together whenever he wasn't at the gym or with hajime. more often than not, you went up to the roof to escape from all the noise and his fangirls, talking about everything and nothing at all. you saw a side to him that not many others did.

“oh shit—” you blurt out as you trip over a slightly raised plank, tooru immediately grabbing onto your hand to prevent you from falling.

he dramatically exclaimed, “be careful, y/n-chan! can’t have you face planting and hurting your pretty face now.” causing you to retort in embarrassment, "shut up!"

after stabilising yourself, you noticed that the tight grip of his hand over yours never left. you welcomed the feeling with warmed cheeks and a bashful smile, giving his palm a squeeze in thanks. the way his hand enveloped yours felt natural, right. and you held onto the feeling for as long as you could, neither of you making a move to pull apart.

you don’t talk about that incident happening anymore and bury it in the back of your mind, but the recollection still brings a soft smile to your lips and a flush to your cheeks. you’re touched that he’d even think to bring the photo along, even more so when you watch him smoothly slide it into his wallet.

your face burns, suddenly shy as he leans down to peck your forehead with a gentleness that he only seems to display with you, and mumbles, “who else is going to be my lucky charm, hmm?”

notes. soft tooru hours ♡ fun fact: this was actually an idea i had noted down more than a year ago but just never wrote for some reason. (dividers: @/cafekitsune) reblogs & interactions are always appreciated !

#ᯓ★ : written in the stars !#oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader

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strwbrryeyes · 5 months

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☼ bye ☼ (oikawa tooru x reader)

⟡ cw: she/her pronouns used, angst, break up, getting back together at end, idk im still bad at these, lmk if i miss anything else

⟡ a/n: i have my own interpretation of this song so it doesn't really follow the meaning behind it? idk but i still like it (even if i did write it poorly) but bear with me this song didn't have a lot to work with despite it being very catchy also rip a good third of this was just iwa #iwa4life

⟡ eternal sunshine masterlist

You and Oikawa had been dating since your third year of high school so about 4 years now and to say you had a wonderful yet disastrous relationship was an understatement. He was the perfect boyfriend, attentive, loving, caring, admirable- anything that comes to mind. Oikawa Tooru was picture perfect and so were you. At least 99% of the time. That 1% that was not perfect was whenever you would feel insecure or jealous of the girls that would constantly throw themselves at him. It’s a silly thing really, he did choose you over everyone else after all so you didn’t think you had anything to worry about and Oikawa thought so too so he never really reassured you and tried to take those insecurities away from you. Anytime you brought up how uncomfortable you felt with how touchy his fans were with him he would shrug it off and tell you to pay no mind to it but never actually address how you felt about it all.

There were countless times where you would lie awake at night thinking about if you were really just overreacting or if you were actually valid in the fear of losing Oikawa’s interest over time as he gains more fame and as more girls fall for him. You even confided in two of your best friends, Matsukawa and Hanamaki, and sure they were also best friends with Oikawa but over the last few years they have not been that close to Oikawa considering how much he traveled for volleyball, regardless though, they remained as neutral as they could. The pair of boys would reassure you and say that it’s just the result of the spotlight Oikawa has had on him since the beginning of high school. This reasoning made you feel better and you would shrug it off for as long as your mind would let you. It was a constant cycle and you were as used to it as you could be until one day when Iwaizumi knocked some sense into you.

☼ ⋆。𖦹˚⋆

“Listen [name], as much as I cherish shittykawa as my best friend, I also cherish you just as much.” Iwaizumi says with a worried expression on his face as he slows down his pace as you two were on your weekly jog and after you didn’t respond for a few seconds, he stopped jogging all together and grabbed your wrist to make you face him. “Break up with him.” Iwaizumi said with all seriousness in his tone.

You had just told him about your most recent fangirl incident where a fangirl asked for a picture with Oikawa where he would kiss her cheek, this wasn’t an unusual request that was asked of him but that didn’t make you feel any better every time it happened even if you did simply roll your eyes at it and just shrugged it off every time. This time was different though. As Oikawa was going in for the kiss on the cheek, the girl turned her head so that their lips would collide. Of course the girl faked a panicked apology and said she wasn’t ready and just turned to ask him a question and of course Oikawa said it was okay in an all too calm manner causing the girl to give you a smug look when Oikawa turned around to tend to another fan. At that point though, you didn’t even bother bringing it up to Oikawa because you thought he would just dismiss it as usual.

“I was expecting you to find some way to defend him to be honest… I was kind of hoping you would actually…” you sigh as you sit down at a nearby bench with Iwaizumi sitting down next to you.

“Why would I defend him?”

You sigh while burying your face in your hands “I don’t know? Because you guys have been friends since you were childr-” “We’ve been friends for ages, [name]” Iwaizumi interrupts you “All three of us met each other at the same time back in grade school. Just because I’ve spent more time with Oikawa doesn’t mean I don’t care for you both equally and because I care for you two idiots so much…I think it is best for both of you to end things.” he continued as he forced you to face him once again.

“But Haji…he’s all I’ve known. Even before we started dating in our last year of high school… it has always been Tooru.” Your words begin to wobble as you feel a few tears fall down your face.

“Which is exactly why you guys need to at least take a break,” Iwaizumi begins as he wipes away a few tears. “You need time for yourself, to figure out what you want out of this relationship or any relationship. Hell, to figure out what you want for yourself, [name]. For the last few years you’ve been following Oikawa around while he plays volleyball and not once have I seen you be passionate about your own interests. You’ve made your life revolve around him ever since we graduated high school.” Iwaizumi’s tone starts to harden causing you to slowly stop crying “As for Oikawa, he just needs to get his head out of his ass and realize that there are other people in the world besides himself.” Iwaizumi finishes before standing up and holding out his hand to help you up that you accepted. And with that, you knew what you had to do.

☼ ⋆。𖦹˚⋆

“Welcome back, darling!” Oikawa greets you with a kiss on the forehead as you walk into your shared apartment. “How was your jog with Iwa? What did you guys gossip about this time~” Oikawa wiggles his eyebrows as he waits for your response since he knew you both would always talk shit about people.

As you walked to the couch without saying a word, Oikawa followed you assuming you were tired and just wanted to sit down and catch your breath first but that assumption didn’t last long when you turned to look at him with a serious expression making him confused

“We need to break up, Tooru.” you finally say, causing all the color drain from his face.

“What do you mean we need to break up? I thought everything was going great?” Oikawa sputters out while desperately grabbing your hand.

“Everything is great but there are just some things we need to think about if we want to continue with this relationship…” You start off before explaining all the things that have been troubling you along with the talk you had with Iwaizumi.

After a long talk that lasted hours and that included a lot of emotions, you and Oikawa came to an agreement to end things and to better yourselves- you with your confidence and insecurities and individuality and him with his consideration for other people and how he handles boundaries he and other people set. You also both talked about the possibility of maybe trying a relationship with each other if you both still had love for each other later down the line.

With all that said and done, Iwaizumi came and helped you pack your things right after the break up just so neither you or Oikawa would back out of it and by afternoon the next day, you were moved out of the apartment you had known for the last few years and moved in with Hanamaki and Matsukawa who were more than glad to give you their spare room.

You were now excited to start a new part of life even if it would take a while to get over the grief of the relationship and even if it did take a while to stop crying every night because all you wanted to do was call Oikawa. You knew better than that though. This was the best decision or the both of you.

☼ ⋆。𖦹˚⋆

Two years later, Oikawa’s fame in the volleyball community skyrocketed and he was doing what he loved and always dreamed of, while you were the happiest you’d been in what seems forever.

The last two years have taught you both a lot about yourselves and allowed the two of you to grow as people. You have grown more confident with yourself and have picked up new hobbies and have gained passion for a few things that you plan to turn into a full fledged career and you were excited for what more the future holds for you. As for Oikawa, he has become less self-focused and has set proper boundaries with his fangirls and even other people, overall has just gotten better at maintaining his relationships with his friends, family, and whoever else mattered to him. Except you.

You and Oikawa haven’t spoken to each other in a year and half but that doesn’t mean you guys didn’t think about each other all the time. Oikawa has never left your mind and you have never left his. Admiring each other from afar, you both have grown very proud of the person the other has become. You both have gotten so proud of each other that it's gotten to the point where it’s so bad that Iwaizumi, Makki, and Mattsun have to force you and Oikawa into the same room to finally talk and catch up so they wouldn’t be forced to listen to your praises for one another every time one of you so much as blinked.

So that’s how you ended up stuck in Iwaizumi’s room with the door blocked on the other side so neither you or Oikawa could escape.

“We’re not letting you out until you kiss!” Makki shouts from outside the room earning a smack on the head from Iwaizumi.

“Ignore him and just talk.” Mattsun says with a giggle before walking away with Makki leaving only Iwaizumo to guard the door.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, you finally gathered the courage to sit next to Oikawa who was sitting on the floor on the other side of the room. He watched you as you fiddled with your hands before grabbing them into their own as to calm you down since he always knew that was a sign of you being anxious. And in that moment, you hugged him like you were never letting him go and of course, he hugged you back with the same amount of love and care before you both started happy crying.

After a few more moments of emotional silence, you pulled away from each other and talked about everything you’ve been wanting to talk about for the last year and a half and it was like you never left each other’s side.

“I missed you, Tooru.”

“I missed you too, angel.”

Finally, after all this time, you both had talked things out and decided to try things out again. You loved Oikawa and Oikawa loved you and you would and will do everything you can to never be apart from each other ever again.

#oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa angst #oikawa tooru angst #oikawa x reader angst #oikawa tooru x reader angst #oikawa x reader fluff #oikawa tooru x reader fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff

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rukia-writes · 9 months

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Hercules x (fem) reader

Author’s note: Er… I noticed the phones the god had and thought of Hercules tattoos..🫨🫢 so now y/n has a modern phone in ancient times.

“Did it hurt?”

Tattoos.

Hercules had returned to Thebes, his hometown, completing his twelve labors, after some years had passed with a red fire like tattoo that went from across his torso from his right shoulder to the lower left side of his abdomen.

“Not for me, I have a high tolerance to pain.”

Smiling Hercules gladly showed his tattoo to his childhood crush as she slowly made her way over to the now tall and muscular who was known as one time as Alcides feeling his muscles and getting a close up of his tattoo.

“Well, I think they look…”

Between the muscles, the red hair, with the design of the tattoo (Name) couldn’t help but smile and fangirl inside. Hercules could pick up on the fact that she liked his supposed make over and couldn’t help but blush a little as he did like the attention that stroked his tiny ego a bit.

“…Amazing. How far does the tattoo go?”

“Hm, pardon?”

Due to the excitement Hercules’ childhood crush kindly asked a personal question, that surprised Hercules at first but he quickly got over his shock and answered her question.

“The tattoo stops at my hips. However, the more labors I use the more my tattoos spread…”

Kindly lifting his lion fur kilt exposing his upper thigh making (Name) eyes widen in surprise, eyes not taking off Hercules well toned thigh as he pointed to his upper thigh.

“…I think it stops here. I think. I’m not sure.”

“Hmm… interesting-“

“Hey! If you two are going to be doing that get a room!”

Both Heracles and (Name) kindly jumped a bit at hearing a voice unexpectedly and even worse at recognizing it to be Castor. From behind a tree, a sly smile and pretending to cover his eyes knowing full well the two weren’t doing anything naughty.

But it did look like it from Castor’s point of view.

“We weren’t doing anything! I was just showing (Name) my tattoos.”

The nervous tone in Heracles’ voice made Castor all the more convinced Heracles was shy about being caught. Add in the fact, that (Name) also stuttered over her words just made Castor all the more convinced the two could have been one step from something.

Maybe.

“Nothing goes better together than tattoos and muscles.”

- Unknown.

“How did you do that?”

“I think it was this-Ah!”

A few weeks later, Heracles returned to (Name) back in Thebes to show her a strange device. A device that seemingly captured moments, a cellular phone in modern times. After pressing the screen and capturing Heracles looking at the device in a confused manner the two were surprised.

“Oh, look. That’s me.”

Going from confused to a bright smile Heracles looked at himself on the screen with (Name) also smiling as well. Thinking to herself how wonderful it was to capture moments.

“Okay! Stand right there and pose.”

“Right here?”

“Yeah, yeah. Right there.”

Before long the two were taking pictures all over Thebes, most were relaxed and fun pictures. Some were sneaky pictures of Heracles muscles and tattoos.

The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day, why wouldn’t one capture the loveliness of Heracles smile , muscles and tattoos. While (Name) thought she was sneaky taking the pictures Heracles was aware she was taking pictures and of course made sure to pose when she asked him to do so.

Weeks later.

“It went thru? Oh, Hello (Name)! I can see you!”

“You can?! I can see you too!”

A sweet moment as the two were able to see each other thru two way communication, using the same device Heracles gave her weeks ago. The two talked back and forth, catching up what happened to the in the following.

Ares would catch Hercules sometimes talking on the phone with a smile on his face while seemingly vacuuming the wall, Ares was beyond confused until he realized that Hercules was talking to his crush…

Which seemed to happen a lot.

Hercules vacuuming the wall one day, or the ceiling,walking around his home, changing a completely fine light bulb.

Completely normal.

“You changed your wallpaper again?”

“I did. Isn’t she pretty?”

Not one for shying away Hercules kindly showed off his new wallpaper of him and (Name). Making an “awe” sound Ares smiled at the cute photo, then once the phone received a video call from a familiar woman and wasting no time Hercules quickly snatched his phone away and began talking to the woman on the phone with a smile.

Minding his own business Ares kindly made his way to the door to leave until Ares heard (Name)’s, “What are you wearing.” Proceeded by Hercules becoming flustered as he quickly changed the video call to a phone call. Face as red as his hair Hercules kindly pushed Ares out of the room, Ares’ face was also red.

Hercules tried to come up with an excuse but Ares was able to get the message.

“She wants to see my tattoos-“

“I’ll come back in a hour?”

“An hour is fine.”

❄️Rukia-Writes❄️

#Heracles x reader #ror x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #record of ragnarok x reader

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nycbaby21 · 1 year

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Mackie Samoskevich Imagine

prompt: inspired by an ask for @ijustreallylovethem

Where the reader and Mackie aren't public with their relationship and Dylan accidentally posts a picture of them

word count: 1,481

“Hey guys,” I say sitting down at the table and taking a seat next to Mackie, placing a small kiss on his cheek. He blushes and smiles. “Hey baby,” he whispers grabbing my hand under the table. We had been together for around four months now but we were trying to keep it quiet. We both have seen what the other guys have gone through with fangirls being rude to their girlfriends and Mackie didn’t want to put me through that. I was thankful for that because I remember last year hearing one of them cry because of the hate comments on her posts. It was easy for us to still be around each other and be kind of touchy because I have been friends with the guys since last year.

“You guys are so cute,” Dylan smiles staring at us. “Thanks, Dyl,” I laugh squeezing Mack’s hand, he gets flustered really easily. “Okay before he starts on an hour-long rant about how you two are his favorite couple ever, let’s talk about Saturday night,” Ethan shifts the attention away from us, which Mackie is happy about. It’s really cute how he is so confident about everything else like hockey and school but he gets all nervous and shy around other people. Which is the opposite of what he was before we started dating.

“What’s Saturday,” I asked picking up a piece of fruit off my plate and eating it. Mark opens his mouth but I quickly stop him,” Estapa if you say it’s for the boys I am going to throw this grape at your head.” Everyone laughs while Mark says it anyway just to mess with me. I throw the grape and he catches it in his mouth. Mark was actually the reason I became friends with the other guys. We partnered together on a project at the beginning of last year and I’ve been stuck with them ever since, not that I mind.

“Some of the guys are coming over to watch the game,” Luke says before gathering his things. He and Mark had a class across campus so they started heading that way early. “See you guys,” Mark says swiping another grape from my plate. I roll my eyes at him and flip him off. He gives me a big grin and catches up with Luke. The guys start talking about what they need to grab for the gathering and I put my head on Mackie’s shoulder. Dylan stops mid-sentence and takes a picture of us. “Dylan seriously knock it off,” Mackie pleads while Ethan smacks him on the back of the head.

“Okay we gotta go, but I’ll come over tonight after practice. Does that work for you,” I say sitting up and turning towards my boyfriend. He gives me a nod and stands up with me. He grabs all of my things and puts them in Dylan’s arms, who I have in my next class. “Sounds good. I’ll see you then,” he gives me a quick hug and grabs his stuff too. Ethan rounds the table and throws himself on me. I laugh and try to keep him up while attempting to hug him back. “I just needed a hug, since someone says he can’t anymore,” Ethan says dramatically glancing over at Mackie. “Sorry all reserved for my girlfriend buddy,” he jokes. “Yeah we’ll see about that Samo,” Ethan says before running at him with his arms open.

Dylan and I watch the two of them run for a second before finally heading to class. “I can carry that Dyl,” I say trying to take my stuff back. “Y/n it’s two books and a laptop I think I can handle it,” he laughs rolling his eyes. I just give up because I know he isn’t gonna budge. “Does it actually bother you when I talk about how cute you and Mack are,” he asks while we walk in step. “No way. I mean it makes him flustered but it doesn’t bother either of us. The guys are just giving you a hard time Dyl,” I say placing my hand on his arm and patting it. “Besides if you didn’t take all of those pictures of us, I wouldn’t have this cute lock screen,” I show him. It was one of us after a game Mackie hugging me from behind as I tried to get away because he was super sweaty. We were both laughing and it was one of my favorites.

With my last class of the day being canceled, I was finished for the day and headed to the guys’s house. As I got there I noticed I still had at least a couple of hours before they got home. I started straightening up around the house so the boys didn’t have to come in all tired and do it. After finishing that I made my way to the kitchen and started making something for dinner. My choices were limited obviously, but they did have everything to make pasta with. After getting that started I grabbed the things I would need for brownies and got those ready.

The food was done and I was mixing the batter when I heard five very loud hockey players enter the house. They all followed the sound of my music and the smell of the food into the kitchen. “Oh my god I love you,” Luke says making his way into the kitchen first. “For cleaning or for cooking,” I laugh putting the bowl on the counter and looking for a pan. “Both,” he says grabbing a bowl and putting food onto it. The guys all quickly follow suit and while they are pushing and shoving to try and get some first, Mackie comes up behind me and puts his head on my shoulder. I relax and lean back into him.

“Thank you. You do know that you don’t have to do all of this right? We will all still love you even if you don’t,” he says before kissing my cheek. “Speak for yourself. I would actually love you a little less if you stopped taking care of us,” Mark jokes and I whacked with the rubber spatula I had on the counter near me. We all sat down and started eating and Dyaln took a picture of me sitting on Mackie’s lap with a bowl of pasta we were sharing. “I am so sending this to the group chat and bragging to the freshies,” he says and we smile at the camera. After everyone was done and the brownies were cooling, the boys did the dishes while I set up the TV in the living room.

Last week the guys were going out and Mackie and I decided to stay in and watch something. I put on Pretty Little Liars because I was making Mackie watch it for the first time. One by one each guy had come downstairs after getting ready to wait for the others. Slowly each guy started watching it and then asking questions and I finally started it all over so we could all watch it together.

“Okay, so how many times are we actually gonna see this video of her in the yellow shirt saying that,” Luke asks and I laugh because I thought the same thing when I first watched it. “Only a couple dozen more times,” my answer makes them all groan. The girls all got a text on the screen and my phone started going off. Five sets of eyes snap my way,” seriously,” I laugh checking my phone. I see tons of new followers and texts from some of my friends. “Dyl didn’t you say you sent that picture to the group chat,” I ask pausing the show. “Yeah, why,” he asks looking up from his spot on the ground.

I pull up his Instagram story and show him that he actually posted it on his story and not into the chat. “Oh shit. I am so sorry guys. I’ll go delete it now,” he fumbles with his phone trying to delete it. “Don’t worry about it. Leave it up,” Mackie says pulling it up on his phone and reposting it to his story. “You sure,” I ask and he leans over and gives me a quick peck on the lips. “Yeah. As long as you are,” he looks at me. I nod and scroll through and share it with my story too. “So you guys aren’t mad at me,” Dylan asks. “No Dyl. We could never be mad at our number one supporter,” I ruffle his hair and smile. After posting it, we both turn our phones on Do Not Disturb and I play the show. “So does this mean I can post the album of pictures I have of you know,” he asks already scrolling through trying to pick his favorites.

#nhl imagine #umich imagine #mackie samoskevich imagine #mackie samoskevich #nycbaby21works

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simonsrosebud · 5 months

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TSC FIRST REACTIONS (SPOILERS)

i have many more but my brain is mush rn

jean watching the championship game was heart racing bc WE all know what happens at the end. his reaction to riko’s death is… the detached description of it is so fitting because he barely remembers it himself, he was so disassociated

the fact that his first knee jerk reaction to fear and panic is to claw at his neck until it bleeds is so interesting bc hello that takes strength and PAIN to dig that deep, i don’t understand it even after finishing the book but hoping i get more clarity on my second read.

jeremy and kevin’s relationship is very trusting, i think more than we thought. not the fangirl of each other that we joke about.

jean taking the picture of renee pls shoot me

jeremy’s rage and grief when he finally starts getting a bigger scope of everything jean lived through is a LOT. i wanna scream at jean to just LET HIM IN even knowing he won’t

the in depth explanations of the 16 hour days and all these other little evermore facts that we’re learning and have wanted to know for YEARS… yikes

jeremy calling kevin with no warning asking “did riko break ur hand?” SO BOLD

jeans notebooks crush my soul so hard it’s heartbreaking. and his trinkets😭

“Jean was exactly the kind of guy Jeremy was prone to trip himself up over” OH MY GOD?? there’s a difference between me wanting jerejean vs them actually being attracted to one another.

jeremy is a golden retriever confirmed. “This is Barkbark von Barkenstein. You can call him Barkbark or Mister B for short. It's a bit of a mouthful on its own.”

BLOND JEREMY YAS

jeans reaction to blond jeremy. fully took this man out of orbit.

although he hasn’t confirmed fully, jean being gay (assumption) was almost surprising bc from what i remember from the EC i almost thought he’d lean more pansexual since the ravens kinda slept with whoever (not that he seems like the type to use labels anyway)

“Kevin's words mocked him in the back of his thoughts: ‘Some of them you like.’ Jean cut off that line of thinking so fast he felt dizzy. It didn't matter that Jeremy Knox was annoyingly easy to look at; Jean knew better than to look at another man too long.” SCREAMING?? WAS JEAN THE ONE W THE CRUSH ON JEREMY THIS WHOLE TIME WHILE KEVIN WAS JUST FRIENDS??

and now my chest hurts bc “He was years away, watching a different beautiful boy lean in close to say, Will you teach me when he's not watching? It could be our secret.

Jeremy Cat and Laila seeing the notebooks broke me a little, the accidental invasion hurt

the ravens dropping like flies…

“he hadn’t missed the way Jean’s gaze tracked him when he readied for bed. Since Jean was quick to look away when he was caught, Jeremy had promised himself he wouldn’t ask. This was too good an opening to pass up, though, so he finally said, “More exclusively than you do, I think. Does that bother you?” AHHHHHHHH WOAHHHHHH i threw my phone (also can’t tell if jean looks at cat/laila the way jeremy assumed in that paragraph or if it’s just curiosity, cause it always seems like it’s just curiosity not attraction

Grayson. think we all saw smth like that coming from jeans time in the nest but holy shit

Neil showing up WOAH. i knew his FBI business wouldn’t be over in one day but i didn’t rlly expect that, although it makes sense

im still not over jeremy actually being gay its a dream come true that we all saw and hoped for but still

#the sunshine court spoilers #the sunshine court #tsc spoiler #tsc #ravens #jean moreau #jeremy knox

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Scarabée and Kitty Claws AU

Bea-Loved. An infatuated Super Fan.

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~~~~~Earlier that day~~~~~

Despite only being around since the beginning of the school year, Scarabée and Kitty Claws have become extremely popular.

Especially among their fellow students.

Before school started, Alya was on a video call with Esmée Rousseau. A schoolmate who has helped her out quite abit with the ScaraBlog.

She's also known in school for being an incredible cosplayer and costume designer.

Alya: The Fan Mail livestream is going to be so great!

Esmée: It involves Scarabée and Kitty Claws, of course it's gonna be a success! With me working my music with the school blog, everyone will know by lunch.

Alya, smirking: Are you gonna gonna submit Fan Mail?

Esmée loves having a friend like Alya.

Someone who is aware of her fangirl crush on both Scarabée and Kitty Claws, but doesn't judge her.

Esmée, blushing: That's for me to know and for you to NOT find out!

Alya, playfully: Is it about which of the is hotter?

Esmée, her face going from red to a darker crimson: ALYA!

The playfully teasing is even fun between the two.

~~~~~Later on at Lycée Françoise Dupont~~~~~~

Alix, walking with Alya to class: Are you sure reading Fan Mail they send you through Email for Scarabée and Kitty Claws on the ScaraBlog is a great idea?

Alya: It'll be fine, for those who wanna be anonymous, they can send hand written letters. That way they won't be embarrassed.

Alix: I take it that the Lady WiFi incident that did wonders for the ScaraBlog inspired this?

Alya: As well as Kitty Claws lying about dating Scarabée, getting Jolie akumatized into a copy of her, and apologizing to her on the ScaraBlog later that same day.

Alix playfully rolls her eyes as the two part ways to sit in their respective seats.

While sitting in her seat, Chloé gets a text from Adrien.

🌟Princely Sunshine☀️: Meant to send this to you after the play. 😉

The text has a very familiar photo attachment.

When Chloé opens it, she sees a picture of her staring at Scarabée before they had to quickly get out of the limousine before it was blown up. From Adrien's point of view.

With a smile, Adrien has his full attention on Ms. Bustier as she talks, fully aware that Chloé was currently staring daggers at him.

Ms. Bustier: Alya, I couldn't help but overhear your plans to read fan mail for Scarabée and Kitty Claws on your blog.

Alya: That's right!

Ms. Bustier: Aurélien passed his spelling test last week and decided he wanted to show Scarabée and Kitty Claws how smart his is through a letter telling them how school he thinks they are.

Alya: I will make sure his letter is the first one I read.

After quickly giving Alya the letter, Ms. Bustier goes back to teaching the class.

~~~~~Later on during the Lunch Break Period~~~~~

Even before Alya entered the cafeteria, her phone's notifications kept going off

Marinette: Whoa, you're gonna have alot of fan mail to read later

Mylène: You should really turn off your notifications before the next class period.

Alya: Oh I will. The letters that have been given to me are WAY easier to keep track of than these notifications. This ScaraBlog Fan Mail reading might have to be a two hour long livestream.

After Alya Marinette and Mylène get their lunch, they sit with Alix, who was sitting with Nathaniel, Marc and Esmée.

Across from their table sat Chloé Adrien and Sabrina.

Sabrina: Did you send an Email?

Adrien: Yeah, but I used one of my private accounts, so my "fans" won't harass Alya or the two heroines.

Sabrina: That was a smart move.

While Adrien and Sabrina talked to each other, Chloé was discreetly writing her own letter while thinking of her plan.

Chloé, internally: This is perfect! After school Kitty Claws and appear before Césaire, give her the letter from Scarabée's "Secret Admirer", she runs it on the blog, and Itty-Bitty's utterly smitten for this "Mystery Woman". Flawless, utterly flawless!

Just as Chloé finished writing her own letter, she hears an unfortunately familiar mocking tone of voice.

"Did you seriously hand write a letter?!"

Chloé quickly, but discreetly balls up her letter, only to quickly realize the question isn't directed at her.

She then looks over at Alix's table and sees Brigiette standing over Esmée, who is covering her letter.

Alix: Brigiette, don't you have ANYTHING better to do than annoying us or stalking Adrien?

Brigiette, ignoring Alix and continues to mock Esmée: Awww!!! You even have a ScaraClaws pin! You're SO obsessed.

Esmée, with her head down: ...

Nathaniel: Says the girl who would be Adrien's second shadow if Chloé and Sabrina weren't there to keep her away.

Adrien, shouting from his seat: He's not wrong!

This causes everyone including a now less guarded Esmée to laugh.

Brigiette notices half of the letter and goes to grab it, only to end up ripping it in half.

All the laughter immediately stops as everyone now stares at Esmée and Brigiette.

Brigiette: Oh please! I did her a favor.

While beginning to cry, Esmée snatches the other half of the letter from Brigiette and runs out of the cafeteria.

Alya and Marinette, running after her: Esmée wait!

Alix, getting out of her seat and walking towards Brigiette: I'm getting suspended!

Mylène and Marc, grabbing Alix's shoulders: No you're not!

Brigiette: If Scarabée and Kitty Claws are just as amazing as my Adrien-

Adrien, shouting from his seat: Not yours!

Brigiette: They'd be absolutely turned off by a mushy anonymous love letter.

Sabrina, shouting from her seat: You would know! You sent him HUNDREDS!

Neither Adrien or Sabrina noticed how quiet Chloé was until she stood up.

Sabrina: Chloé?

Adrien, noticing something in her balled up hand: You okay?

Chloé: I'm gonna get some air. *quickly walks towards the cafeteria's exit*

Chloé, internally: There's no way this Mystery Girl letter would have worked! Your own mother won't even respond to one of your letters, why would Scarabée respond positively?!

When Adrien gets up to follow Chloé, Brigiette goes to follow him, only to be stopped by Sabrina.

Who Brigiette immediately realizes she's WAY stronger then she looks.

Sabrina, politely: You're not going anywhere near him.

Adrien manages to catch up to Chloé before she leaves the cafeteria.

Chloé throws the balled up piece of paper in the direction of the nearest trash can, not even looking to see if it went into the trash.

Adrien: Are you sure you're okay?

Chloé: I told you Adrien, I just need some air. Also I just remembered, I got something to do after school. Meet at your place later?

Adrien: Obviously! I'll let Sabrina know.

Chloé: Thanks.

Chloé then leaves the cafeteria, with her thoughts being a fusion of confidence and insecurity.

Chloé, internally: I don't need some cringey letter written on gold colored paper! Kitty Claws is ALL who is needed to swipe Scarabée off her feet. It HAS to be Kitty Claws...

From the side of his eye, Adrien sees the balled up piece of paper Chloé tried to throw away

Adrien then picks up the paper, uncrumbles it and begins to silently read Chloé's letter.

Adrien: Oh Chloé...

After putting the letter in his pocket, Adrien walks back into the cafeteria.

When Adrien goes back to where he was sitting, notices that Brigiette is no where in sight.

Adrien: Sabrina-

Sabrina: I purpose I only had a talk with her!

~~~~~In the girls' bathroom~~~~~

Marinette and Alya stood outside of Esmée's bathroom stall, trying their best to comfort her.

Marinette: Esmée, it's okay! Brigiette doesn't know what she's talking about!

Alya: Yeah, that girl couldn't take a hint to save her life.

Esmée then opens the stall out walks in front of the two.

Esmée: Thanks you guys, I think I'm gonna be okay now...

Marinette: That's great to hear, now let's go back to the cafeteria.

Alya: I would LOVE to hear more of your cosplay ideas!

~~~~~After School~~~~~

After returning home, Esmée goes into her bedroom.

She admirers the superhero pins she made herself before briefly looking into her closet, looking at the many Scarabée and Kitty Claws themed costumes she managed to make within the short time the heroines have been around.

Esmée, pulling the nearest pillow close to her: What if... Brigiette's right?

She then realizes the pillow is red with black dots and throws it into the wall.

Esmée: DAMNIT! I AM OBESSED!

~~~~~In Hawkmoth's Lair~~~~~

Hawkmoth: A young creative mind fueled by desire and full of doubt...*readies the akuma* the perfect combination. Fly my Akuma and unleash this unrequited soul's true potential.

~~~~~Back in Esmée's room~~~~~

With her window opened, the akuma enters her room and goes into the ScaraClaws pin she has on her shirt.

Hawkmoth: Bea-Loved, I am Hawkmoth. You fear Scarabée and Kitty Claws rejecting you due to your creativity, but with the powers I give you, they'll be the ones admiring you. To keep the power that will win their affections, you just have to bring me their Miraculouses!

Esmée: I will do all that I can for them!

Esmée is then akumatized the Bea-Loved

Her hair is now red hair with black dots. Done up in a neat ponytail.

There are pink hearts in her pupils.

She's now wearing a black and light green strapless dress with her now pink heart-shaped pin in the middle of her chest.

crimson high heels and elegant long gloves to match.

Bea-Loved: Before I greet Scarabée and Kitty Claws! I'm gonna need assistance.

~~~~~At The Louvre~~~~~

Alix was walking through the Louvre with Ayla, Marinette, Nathaniel, Marc, Kim and Max

Alix: Postponing the livestream to tomorrow was the best idea, Alya.

Alya: It's only fair. Esmée should call if she wants to add her letter to the fan mail.

Kim: I don't get way Esmée would wanna keep her letter anonymous. We ALL think Scarabée and Kitty Claws.

Max: It's not that simple, Kim. Our friend Esmée have obviously developed an infatuation with Scarabée and Kitty Claws. She is most likely embarrassed by this fact. Especially considering that there is a 99% chance that she doesn't know their true identities.

Kim, shocked: Seriously?!

Nathaniel: Did you seriously NOT realize this?

Marinette: Could you really not tell considering what happened in the cafeteria?

Mylène: I can understand her wanted to keep crushing on two superheroines a secret. Brigiette's action weren't cool!

Marc: As if she has a right to mock crushing on celebrities...

Alix, to Marc and Mylène: Which is why you two should have let me hit her at least twice.

Marinette Alya Nathaniel and Mylène then get a notification on their phone.

Nathaniel, after quickly reading the text message: Did you three also get a message from Esmée tell you to come over?

Marinette: Yeah.

Alya: Do you think something happened?!

Mylène: I hope she's okay...

Nathaniel: We're just gonna have to find out.

Alix: Keep us posted.

Marinette, Alya, Nathaniel and Mylène then leave the Louvre and go in the direction of Esmée's home.

~~~~~At the Agreste Mansion~~~~~

Sabrina gets a notification on her phone from Esmée as well.

Sabrina: Esmée wants me to come.

Adrien, putting a seal envelope in his jacket pocket: I'll come too. Hopefully I can talk to her about the Fan Mail reading livestream.

Sabrina: But you already sent your message.

Adrien: I REALLY gotta make sure it isn't traced by to me.

Sabrina: That's true... you can never be too careful when it comes to fangirls.

Adrien, internally: Sorry Sabrina, but Chloé's letter to Scarabée is our little secret.

Sabrina: We gotta text Chloé to tell her we won't be here when she returns.

Adrien, already texting her: On it!

After exiting the Mansion, Sabrina and Adrien gets into the limousine that will be driven by Placide.

And with Adrien's demand, the two are being driven in the direction of Esmée's home.

~~~~~At Éclat Épanoui~~~~~

Kitty Claws was looking through the many different flower combinations in the well-known flower shop.

The owner of the shop Lillian Thorns then walks up to her.

Lillian: Do you need any help Ms. Claws?

Kitty Claws: No thanks I think I am fine. And Kitty Claws is just fine.

Lillian: Noted, I hope you find what you're looking for, Kitty Claws. *walks away from her*

Kitty Claws, internally: I know I gotta make it up to Adrien and Sabrina for ditching them later. But if I'm gonna confess to Scarabée it has to be perfect!

Kitty Claws then notices the lavender roses, the amaranthus, and the red tulips.

Kitty Claws: I'll take all of these in a bouquet!

Lillian: Oh! A perfect choice of flowers for romance.

After paying for her chosen bouquet, Kitty Claws leaves Éclat Épanoui.

Kitty Claws: Itty-Bitty's gonna LOVE these! Should I get expensive chocolates too? NO! There shouldn't be ANY hint of my identity for this! Waiting for her to approach me isn't the best idea... I'll look for her.

She the open her the end of her staff, carefully puts the bouquet in it, seals it, and begins her search for Scarabée by jumping from rooftop to rooftop.

~~~~~ In front of Esmée's home~~~~~

As Marinette, Alya, Nathaniel and Mylène walked up to towards the building, they noticed a familiar limousine stopping in the driveway.

Adrien and Sabrina then greet the four of after exiting the vehicle.

Adrien: Hey guys!

Sabrina: Good evening.

Nathaniel: What are you two doing here?

Sabrina: Esmée sent texted me and Adrien's here for support.

Adrien: Clearly alot is needed for the situation...

Adrien, internally: This is a very convenient group.

Mylène goes to knock on the door, only to realize it's opened slightly.

Alya: So... I'm not the only one creeped out by this?

Mylène: Nope, I'm creeped too.

As they're all entered the building, Adrien makes sure to go in last.

While being behind Alya, he manages to slip the envelope into her bag without anyone noticing.

As they're all walking in the direction of Esmée's room, Adrien could help but notice how clean it is.

Adrien: Is her place usually like this? I expected costume materials everywhere from how popular I've heard her costumes and cosplay are.

Alya: Esmée told me that her parents only let her continue cosplaying if she kept it all in her room. Understandable, least cleaning for the three of them.

They all stop in front of Esmée's door.

Marinette feels a chill down her spine before knocking on the door.

Marinette: Hey Esmée, we're here! Also your front door was slightly open.

A cheerful voice on the other side of the door: Oh! I must of left it like that by mistake!

Alya: Also Adrien's here, is that okay?

The cheerful voice on the other side of the door: Of course! The more, the merrier!~

When Marinette opens the door, a glowing pink is launched into her chest which sends her flying into a wheel across the hallway.

Alya Mylène Nathaniel Adrien and Sabrina, absolutely shocked: MARINETTE!

As she falls to the floor, Marinette's body begins to glow pink like the pin in her chest.

Bea-Loved, revealing herself to the group: Marinette's not the only one who will be modeling my heroic cosplay.

Alya, trembling: Esmée... what has Hawkmoth done to you?!

Bea-Loved: The name's Bea-Loved now. And you're all gonna LOVE what I have in-store for you! Isn't that right, Marinette?

Marinette now stands before the group, now dressed in the original Sparrow's costume with pink hearts in her eyes.

Pinned!Marinette: Absolutely. Whatever dearly Bea-Loved wants, she gets!

Before anyone could react, Marinette lungs at Alya and holds her in place.

Alya: Marinette! What are you doing?!

Bea-Loved: Making sure you aren't left out, Alya!~

Bea-Loved then summons a glowing pink heart pin between her fingers and flicks it in Alya's direction.

When it quickly makes contact with her, Alya begins to glow pink like Marinette did.

Alya, transforming: Everyone... get outta here!

The other then start running towards the exit.

This however doesn't stop Bea-Loved from flicking pins into Mylène and Nathaniel's backs, leaving Adrien and Sabrina to be the only ones who managed to escape.

When they both hastily intro the limousine, Placide gets surprised, but doesn't say a word.

Adrien: Take us to The Louvre quickly!

Placide then quickly drives away before Bea-Loved exits the building with her now four minions in cosplay of the former heroes and heroines who took on the Alias Sparrow right behind her.

Bea-Loved: Look for Scarabée and Kitty Claws, my Sparrows!

Pinned!Marinette, Pinned!Alya, Pinned!Nathaniel, and Pinned!Mylène: Yes, Dearly Bea-Loved.

The four minions then run and jump in different directions.

Bea-Loved: I have BIG plans for Scarabée and Kitty Claws!~

Bea-Loved then begins skipping down the street.

~~~~~Back at the Louvre~~~~~

Alix was preparing snacks for her current guests with Jalil's help.

She couldn't but worry about the others, who still haven't returned yet.

Alix: I hope Nate and the others are okay. They still haven't answered any of my texts.

Jalil: I'm sure they're alright.

Kim then quickly runs into the kitchen.

Kim: Alix, you gotta see this!

Alix: What's going on?!

Kim: Nate's down in the Museum wearing the coolest Sparrow cosplay I've ever seen!

Alix then feels a chill run down her spine.

Alix, internally: Something's up. One of them would've at least texted and told us they had a surprise planned. Also, where are the others? It's best to keep my guard up.

When Alix and the others make their way to the Museum, they see multiple people taking pictures of Nathaniel in the Sparrow cosplay.

She couldn't help but notice a shiny pink heart shaped pin the didn't match the rest of the costume.

Minion!Nathaniel: By the orders of my dearly Bea-Loved, I am searching for Scarabée and Kitty Claws. Is anyone aware of their whereabouts?

A random teenaged girl, walking up to him: Before coming here, I saw Kitty Claws-

Adrien and Sabrina through the Museum's entrance.

Adrien: Don't tell him anything!

Sabrina: He's one of the Akuma's Minions!

This causes everyone except for Alix's group to run away from him.

Minion!Nathaniel, turning to face Adrien and Sabrina: DO NOT INTERFERE WITH MY DEARLY BEA-LOVED'S PLANS!

Nathaniel runs towards the two only to be tackled by Kim.

Alix and the ran up to Adrien and Sabrina as Kim barely manages to hold him down.

Marc, panicking: Who is the Akuma that did this to Nate?

Sabrina: Esmée...

Adrien: And Nathaniel's not the only one...

Alix: I take it that you don't know where the others are?

Sabrina: We don't. Sorry...

Max: If one of them is looking for the Heroine Duo, then it is 75% likely that they all are.

Nathaniel kicks Kim off of him and towards the group.

Minion!Nathaniel: Do NOT interfere with my dearly Bea-Loved's mission again.

And with that, he leaves the museum.

Marc: We have to help Nate and the others.

Max: But how? We aren't even aware of the Akuma's powers besides the fact that she’s able to transform others into minions in very accurate cosplay. When it's comes to a weakness or if the others can be freed from her control, we're completely clueless.

Sabrina: Another thing we know is that Esmée has a crush on both Scarabée and Kitty Claws. Maybe we can use that to our advantage?

Adrien: Which means we would have to find Scarabée and Kitty Claws before Bea-Loved or her minions do.

Kim: I saw where that the girl who saw Kitty Claws somewhere went to hide. Let's go ask her!

Alix: You guys go ahead. I'm gonna go back sure Nate left.

Adrien: Will you be alright by yourself?

Alix: Of course.

And with that, Alix quickly left the group.

After running an area of the Louvre with no people around, Tikki flies out of Alix's waist bag.

Alix: Esmée... I can't believe something like a super celebrity crush got her akumatized.

Tikki: Situations like this come with the job, Alix.

Alix: You're right... Tikki, Spots On!

After transforming Scarabée leaves the Louvre to quickly see if Nathaniel was still nearby.

Scarabée: He isn't here. Let's hope KC's at least close to the location that girl saw her at.

When Scarabée enters the Louvre, she immediately noticed by the group.

Marc: Scarabée! Thank goodness you're here!

Max: And with remarkable timing. There is an Akuma who has targeted you and Kitty Claws.

Scarabée: I am aware. I haven't heard from Kitty Claws yet, so she probably isn't aware of the Akuma yet.

Adrien: We've been told she was last seen at the Éclat Épanoui flower shop.

Kim: Do you think she's under Esmée's spell?

Sabrina: Unlikely, if that were the case then she would only be looking for Scarabée.

Kim: Then why would she be at one of the most popular flower shops in Paris?

Adrien: That's... a great question.

Scarabée: Well I hope the owner of the shop has answers. You all stay-

Marc: I'm gonna cut you off right there. With all due respect Scarabée, we're all helping with this.

Scarabée: Are you sure? This could be difficult...

Kim: Not only is the Akuma one of our friends, but our other friends are being controlled as well. We wanna help in anyway we can!

Scarabée: *sighs* Alright, just make sure you all stay outta sight. If the Akuma or her minions spot me, it could be too dangerous.

Adrien: The limo me and Sabrina took here should fit all of us, so we'll be fine.

After leaving the Louvre and watching Scarabée to jump from rooftop to rooftop, the group gets into the Agreste limousine and follows her.

While in mid-air, Scarabée tries to call Kitty Claws, but doesn't get an answer.

Scarabée, internally: KC... where are you? What could you possibly be doing right now?

~~~~~On top of the Eiffel Tower~~~~~

Instead of the staff being on her person, it was sat down away from Kitty Claws, with the heroine not noticing it vibrate at all.

Instead she was pacing back and forth, thinking to herself.

"You give her the bouquet and then what? If she asks, you can't tell her your true identity! There's NO WAY she'd date Chloé Bourgeois! Does that mean I can know HER true identity? I mean that really wouldn't be fair..."

Kitty Claws' pacing is interrupted by one of Bea-Loved's minions lands in front of her.

Pinned!Marinette: Kitty Claws, I have been ordered by my dearly Bea-Loved to escort you to her.

Kitty Claws: That voice... Dupain-Cheng- BAKERY! Girl from the Dupain-Cheng bakery?!

After quickly fixing that near slip-up, Kitty Claws quickly leaps up and grabs her staff.

Kitty Claws: I DON'T wanna deal with Hawkmoth's bullshit today!

Kitty Claws attempts to run at Marinette with her with staff, only for Marinette to stop the prevent the attack from happening by grab her wrist.

Marinette: I will deliver you to my dearly Bea-Loved no matter what it takes!

Marinette then throws her onto a near by rooftop.

Kitty Claws is able to get back up on her feet and throws her staff at Marinette before she could leap at her.

Kitty Claws: Who IS this "dearly" Bea-Loved?

Pinned!Marinette: Only one of the most talented cosplay inspiring costume designers in Paris.

Kitty Claws, internally: Rousseau must have taken that Stalker's words to heart... not that I'm any better.

With a deep sigh, Kitty Claws then lowers her staff.

Kitty Claws: Take me to your "Bea-Loved".

~~~~~Back at Éclat Épanoui~~~~~

The Agreste limousine stops two buildings away from the flower shop as Scarabée swings closer to it.

Adrien Sabrina and Kim watch them while Max and Marc lay lown.

Adrien: We'll be safe here, G. You can take a break now.

Placide then quickly leaves the limousine and runs into a nearby building.

Adrien: He should be back with food in ten minutes.

Kim: Makes helping Scarabée ALOT easier.

Max: Considering there is a 50% chance of Scarabée needing extra help, that also means the Akuma could get extra help.

Sabrina: Which is why we're here to even the odds.

Marc: This will be an Akuma Battle so ANYTHING could happen within ten minutes.

As Bea-Loved leaves the flower shop with a bouquet of red and yellow roses, she looks up and sees Scarabée on top of a street light.

Bea-Loved, excitedly: SCARABÉE!

Scarabée: Oh shit! This that really you, Esmée?

Bea-Loved: The name's Bea-Loved now!~

She then summons four pink hearts pins between her fighters and flings towards Scarabée only for the heroine to block them before jumping onto the ground.

Scarabée: Esmée... being made fun of for liking superheroes must suck, but this isn't the answer!

Bea-Loved: There's no need to be worried about me Scarabée. You'll join me soon enough~

Bea-Loved the presses the pink heart pin on her chest.

Scarabée, internally: I saw Nate with that same heart pin. Could the akuma be in hers?

Bea-Loved, still pressing the pin: My Sparrows, fly to me!

After a few seconds, Mylène Nathaniel and Alya land in front of her.

Scarabée, internally: They all have the pins... the akuma's has to be in the main one.

Bea-Loved then notices that one of her Sparrows is missing.

Bea-Loved: Where is-

Kitty Claws: SPECIAL DELIVERY!

While in the air, Kitty Claws sends Marinette crashing into the other Sparrows before landing in front of Scarabée.

Kitty Claws: Sorry I'm late, Itty-Bitty. Are you okay?

Scarabée: I'm fine. Just focus on NOT getting hit by those pins!

Bea-Loved: My Sparrows, bring them to me!

Mylène and Nathaniel lunged at Scarabée while Marinette and Alya leaped at Kitty Claws.

Scarabée, blocking and dodging their attacks: Nathaniel! Mylène! Snap out of it!

While Scarabée continues her attention on the two Sparrows she fought, she turns her back to Bea-Loved.

Bea-Loved: Got you, Lovebug~

Looking at Scarabée with a smirk, Bea-Loved summons another pin between her fingers and aims for the shorter heroine.

Hawkmoth, communicating through Bea-Loved: You have the shot! Take it now!

Right after getting both Marinette and Alya off of her, Kitty Claws looks at Bea-Loved and quickly realizes what's about to happen.

Kitty Claws, running towards Scarabée: SCARABÉE! LOOK OUT!

Before Scarabée could react, Kitty Claws pushes her through the flower shop's window.

Now noticing that she’s now glowing pink, the black cat heroine falls to her knees.

Kim: MAX-

Max: Connecting my laptop to the limousine now!

Before Bea-Loved could get any closer to the flower shop's entrance, the Agreste limousine comes at her at full speed, knocking her a good distance away after hitting her.

Right here she was hit, Bea-Loved saw Max's face.

As the still transforming Kitty Claws and the four Sparrows go after Bea-Loved, Kim goes into the flower shop to grab Scarabée.

Kim: Sorry about the mess, Ms. Thorn.

Once they were both in the limousine, Max uses his laptop to drive the limousine as quickly as possible away from Bea-Loved and her Sparrows.

Hawkmoth, communicating through Bea-Loved: SCARABÉE'S GETTING AWAY! GO AFTER HER NOW!

Bea-Loved: There's no need to worry about her, my Knight Kat's got this cover~

Kitty Claws then finishes her transformation into a fusion of her own heroine persona and the New York heroine Knight Owl.

Knight Kat: Anything my dearly Bea-Loved wants, she gets!

After driving the limousine until Bea-Loved and her minions out of sight, Scarabée and the other hid in a candy shop called "Sucrée Symphonie".

Sabrina: How is she gonna be defeated? Kitty Claws got pinned and we don't know where the akumatized item is...

Scarabée: Considering that all of the minions we've seen so far have on a pink heart pin, I'm betting that it's the pin Esmée has on her chest. We just need to find out if she has a weakness of some kind...

Marc: I can help! Out of all of us here, I haven't been by Bea-Loved nor have I tried to hurt her minions.

Max: He's correct. Sabrina and Adrien escaped being transformed, Kim tackled Nathaniel, and I'm 100% sure Esmée and I made eye contact before I hit her with the limousine.

Scarabée then pulls two earpieces out of her yo-yo.

Scarabée, giving an earpiece to Marc: Considering that the Agreste limousine draws ALOT of attention, they'll be here soon. I'll sneak the others out the back.

Marc: Hopefully Esmée is still so very detailed...

~~~~~Outside of Sucrée Symphonie~~~~~

Bea-Loved, Knight Kat and the Sparrows had the Agreste limousine surrounded.

Marc, running out of the candy shop: Oh WOW! You cosplay is SO amazing!

Bea-Loved: Why thank you, Marc! Knight Kat, Sparrows, Stand down. He's a friend.

Marc: With how powerful you are, there's NO WAY you could have any weaknesses.

Bea-Loved: Considering that your creative self didn't catch a certain detail, I'm proud of the design. There's actually a weakness!

Marc: Oh really?

Bea-Loved: Yeah, if Scarabée kisses one of my minions, they'll be the only one freed from my control. But if Scarabée were to kiss me, they'd all be freed from my control!~

Marc: So very genius! Hawkmoth could NEVER!

Bea-Loved: Not without MY ideas-

Hawkmoth, communicating through Bea-Loved: FOCUS ON FINDING SCARABÉE!

Bea-Loved: *rolls her eyes* Talk to you later, Marc!

And with that, Bea-Loved and her minions leaped away.

Marc: You get that, Scarabée?

Scarabée: Yeah. Never thought I'd have to act out a fairytale. Good work, now go hide with your friends. I can take it from here. Lucky Charm!

After using the magical luck power, two smoke bombs and flower bouquet wrap.

Scarabée: The smoke bombs I get, but why bouquet wrapping? I'll have to feature this out fast.

She then puts one of the smoke bombs and flower bouquet wrap in her yo-yo before going after the cosplaying akuma.

Scarabée manages to stay hidden from Bea-Loved and her minions as she caught up to them.

Knight Kat was standing the closest to Bea-Loved when a smoke bomb is thrown at them.

Bea-Loved: My Knight, protect me!

Knight Kat: Cataclysm!

Knight Kat had her cataclysm ready for anything that would attack her from the front, the smoke make her blind to an attack from behind.

Scarabée surprises her with a tornado kick, flinging her into the nearest alley and quickly runs to tackle her.

When the smoke clears, Bea-Loved immediately notices Knight Kat's absence.

Bea-Loved: Knight Kat, come to me! .... Knight Kat?!

In the alley, Scarabée was on top of Knight Kat, kissing her lips as she slowly turned back into Kitty Claws.

Scarabée, internally: Sorry KC, hope you'll forgive me for this...

When Scarabée finally pulls away, she sees the heart pin break into pieces.

Kitty Claws: Itty-Bitty? What happened? What is my cataclysm activated?!

Scarabée, quickly gets off of her: What all do you remember?

Kitty Claws: After saving you from being a controlled cosplayer, everything's a blur-

Scarabée: Don't worry about what you can't remember! I need your help to quickly feature out what to do with flower bouquet wrap.

Kitty Claws: Did you say flower bouquet wrap?

Scarabée: Yeah?

Kitty Claws then opens her staff and quickly but carefully pulls out the bouquet of carefully wrapped and selected flowers.

Scarabée: And thanks to you, we've got a away to defeat the Akuma.

Kitty Claws: Oh Itty-Bitty, you flatter me! Where's the akuma?

Scarabée: In the pink heart pin on her chest.

Scarabée then reveals her to Bea-Loved.

The cosplaying Akuma then quickly notices the bouquet of flowers in Scarabée's hands.

Scarabée: Bea-Loved, I wanna show you how much your work is appreciated. Which is why I got these gorgeous flowers.

Bea-Loved: Oh Scarabée-

Hawkmoth, communicating: DON'T DO IT! IT'S A TRAP!

Bea-Loved: Don't ruin this for me!

Ignoring Hawkmoth Bea-Loved runs towards Scarabée, only for Kitty Claws to leap from the alley and throw the second smoke bomb between them.

Bea-Loved: WHAT-

With just a poke from her cataclysmed finger, Bea-Loved's pin falls to pieces and the akuma flies out of it.

Scarabée then uses her yo-yo to catch it purifies it and releases the now pure butterfly.

Using her Miraculous Cure, she throws the bouquet in the charmed wrappings into the air and fixes everything.

When Esmée and the others are turned back to normal, Kitty Claws pulls Scarabée into yet another victory selfie.

Kitty Claws couldn't help but smile as the flowers fell around both her and Scarabée

Scarabée: See ya KC!

Kitty Claws: See ya...

The two heroines then part ways.

Esmée then runs towards Marinette Alya Mylène and Nathaniel.

Esmée: YOU GUYS! I'M SO SORRY!

Alya: You don't need to apologize, Esmée!

Marinette: This was Hawkmoth's fault, not yours!

Nathaniel: It's all okay now.

Mylène: Let's go back to your place.

Esmée: Thanks you guys...

Alya: We don't even have to talk about the fan mail livestream if you don't want to.

Esmée: I will be changing my letter for sure!

Alya: We've got all day and the rest of tomorrow to help you come up with ideas.

~~~~~The next afternoon~~~~~

Chloé Adrien and Sabrina were watching the ScaraBlog's fan mail livestream.

Sabrina: Esmée sending an Email instead of an anonymous letter was so nice.

Adrien: Sounds like she isn't crushing on Scarabée and Kitty Claws anymore. Wish some of MY fans were like her...

Chloé: You'll probably be wishing for a long time.

Alya, from the phone: And now for our final letter for the stream!

When Alya takes a very familiar piece of crumbled paper out of the envelope, Chloé's eyes go wide.

Chloé, internally: That's... oh no!

"Scarabée, you're not only my favorite of the two heroines, but you're an amazing inspiration to me. Seeing how you can pull through even the toughest situations leaves me in awe. Everytime I see you, it's like you manage to become even more incredible everyday. I hope you continue to be your beautiful and badass self."

Sabrina: Whoa... that was a really sweet one.

Adrien: Such a nice way to end the stream, right Chloé?

Chloé: R-right.

It took everything in Chloé to not bury her face into her pillow.

Sabrina: I wonder who sent it...

Adrien, smirking: I'm sure Scarabée will be so flattered no matter who it is.

Chloé, muttering: Shut it, Adrien!

~~~~~Later that night~~~~~

With Adrien and Sabrina gone home, Chloé was getting ready for bed when Plagg flies up to her.

Plagg: Are you still embarrassed by your letter being read on the ScaraBlog-

Chloé: Adrien HAS to be the one who submitted it! I know he wanted to cheer me up, but WHY do that?!

Without realizing it, Chloé ends up pacing on her balcony.

When she stops to look up at the sky, she sees Scarabée jumping from rooftop to rooftop.

Chloé: Plagg, Claws Out!

After Scarabée lands top of the Eiffel Tower, Kitty Claws lands behind her second later.

Kitty Claws: What brings you out and about Itty-Bitty?

Scarabée: Just thinking... I saw the ScaraBlog's fan mail livestream.

Hearing this causes Kitty Claws' heart to beat rapidly.

Kitty Claws, fake laughing: Oh yeah that! I already forgot about it! So lame!

Scarabée: I'm gonna let the bitchy mean girl bit slide tonight. I for one thought the messages were very sweet.

Kitty Claws: Y-you did?

Scarabée: Yeah, especially that last message... if I can inspire more people like that messenger, this hero stuff can get alot easier...

Kitty Claws, beginning to blush: Okay, many not ALL of the letters were lame...

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Inspired by: @emdoddles @princess-of-the-corner @muggle-born-princess @dcschart @justanotherpersonsuniverse @symphonic-scream

#Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir #Chloé Bourgeois #Chloe Bourgeois #Alix Kubdel #Chloe x Alix #Chlolix #Aloé #Scarabée and Kitty Claws AU #AUs #Kwami Swap #OCs

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myplace2fangirl · 1 year

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6 day countdown, brought to you by another fangirls theory/thoughts

If I had to guess, (& it’s possible I could be way off! Good thing blogs can be used for fictional crap 😙) Logan and Quinn might’ve become an “it” couple their senior year and didn’t give a shit about it because they’re busy loving each other.

I think, Zoey was the one parading around Chase only for it to somehow not work out. And Lola and Vince were likely short lived. That left Quinn being the roomie who entered all giddy and smiles…and that ain’t because of her quinnventing! (No pun intended lol)

So then there’s Logan. He’s a different man since dating Quinn and being open about it. He’s more approachable, in a better mood and has gotten better with his anger issues. Heck, he doesn’t scare Quinn if he does get angry…she’s been his muse through it and by now that’s just not his regular thing anymore. I’d like to say they both took on yoga (which Erin Sanders is an actual practitioner!) and bonded heavily over that. It kinda sucked for Lola because she once enjoyed it and now has to be annoyed by her 2 friends who are SO in love! ☺️

I’m not sure if Chase and Zoey were broken up yet but something says there was at least trouble in paradise more than expected. Zoey being Zoey comes in her room irritated af while Lola and Quinn are enjoying senior year and each others company. Maybe Quinn takes a sabbatical with her attention towards science (BRIEF!) to focus on this new real deal called “a relationship.” At least a few months…I mean she’s a genius and knows a lot already…that knowledge isn’t disappearing anytime soon. 😉

Btw, could you picture Chase and Michael totally making fun of Logan and his softening side? I know I could 😂 here’s my take:

Michael: grabs the small purple pillow sitting on Logan’s bed. “Well my goodness, wanna explain the new addition to your bed?”

Logan: grabs pillow from Michael and holds it to himself. “Dude, don’t touch my stuff!”

Michael: “you know I never would have taken you for the purple and white polka dot type!”

Logan: “yeah well…it’s Violet. And a gift. You can’t just be rude and hide a gift…you know?”

Michael laughs historically. “You got it bad! Alright none of my business, carry on with your “violet present.” Continues laughing as he walks out.

Logan sighs of relief and proceeds to fall back on his bed hugging the pillow tightly.

Chase walks in staring at a pillow hugging Logan. “Uh, hey man. Whatcha doing with uh Quinn’s pillow?”

Logan: throws pillow at chase and jumps out of bed. “Who says its Quinn’s? Wait, how do you know this stuff?”

Chase smiles and shakes his head. “My girlfriend and yours have roomed for like 2 years. I notice things man.”

Logan picks up the pillow and snares at Chase, resuming his snuggle with Quinn’s pillow. (“If only I could have the pillows owner in here rather than the pillow itself…nosy roommates 😠”) he thought to himself. Logan pauses and sits up as though he’s cleverly thought of an idea…wait…he did! “That’s it! There is!”

To think a week from today I’ll likely be watching Zoey 102 for the billionth time trying to process everything! Have a good weekend y’all 🥲

#quogan #logan reese #quinn pensky #quinn x logan #zoey 101 #quinn and logan #lola martinez #zoey 102 #zoey brooks #michael barret #chase matthews #Zoey and chase #pacific coast academy

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virtuouswhitehatorganization · 7 months

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This Is Going To Cause A Rift In My Oc's And G-Lo's Relationship

work by @carlos_ramber

This is from Carlos Rambler, an illustrator on the show who does sometimes does personal art of it, he's noted for doing pictures G-Lo and her often interacting with other heroes, villains (especially Mawrasite and Ghoul), and even doing normal stuff in her civilian life. Here we see him depict her reacting to the news and her reaction is that she's happily relieved that her idol, Miss Heed, was declared innocent. If you follow Rambler's account, she is seen being depicted as a fan girl of Miss Heed.

Heck even official fan art like Miss Heed's instagram shows her as a fangirl like when she was barred from getting into the VIP section for the New Years eve party.

Created by https://www.instagram.com/miss_heed/?hl=en

Just like G-Lo, my oc, Green Rod, was also a big fan girl of Miss Heed until she threatened her to stop asking questions about why Coyote and Omega change or she would end up being brainwashed. When it came out that Miss Heed was brainwashed she turned against her especially what she did to her mentor (and her future to be boyfriend).

So when the news broke out that Miss Heed was proven "innocent" of allegations she would have been furious how PEACE was trying to cover this up and didn't buy any of it. There would be many in the sidekick circle would believe Miss Heed is innocent while minority of ones would believe it's bs due to having mentors who were brainwashed by her. I do think Green Rod would get upset everyone believed this especially G-Lo who she sees as a dear friend and believes she is being too naive for her own good.

I do think this would lead to them getting into a heated match with one another over the fact that G-Lo would believe what the news is saying about Miss Heed especially after everything her mentor went through. I think G-Lo would double down on her denial and try to make excuses for Miss Heed like maybe she was brainwashed herself to act that way towards her. I do think Green Rod would say something hurtful in the heat of an argument with G-Lo saying "Why are you so stupid to believe this obvious lie over someone who had an actual encounter with Miss Heed's dark side?".

That would emotionally hurt G-Lo a lot that it causes them not to talk for a while and Green Rod feels sorry she made her feel that way. However, this moment would put their relationship on a rift and I think she would also feel a rift with her other fellow sidekick friends who believe Miss Heed's (fake) innocence. I do think that Good Vibes and Intangivel would join Green Rod in the I think PEACE is lying about Miss Heed's innocence club.

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tinyboxxtink · 1 year

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Summer Of '87

Part 2

Okay i don't know if this will be more than a OS but i had this idea, and if it turns into a series I thought it would be cute to stay with my "seasons" theme.

First off no it does lookn't have anything to do with SB 86, new story.

You go to a CC show with your friends, but run into Eddie in a bathroom. But it's not your typical "meet in the bathroom and fuck" kind of meeting.

What kind is it? You'll have to see!

I'm gonna go ahead and import my tag list from SB 86 in case they wanna read it. If you want to be removed let me know.

Andddd if you haven't read my other Eddie x Reader saga, here it is.

Tag list

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@llanababy

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@nightless

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@hellfire-club

@buckys2thicc

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@westyywifee

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@girl-in-green

@takemetoneverland420

@karisssssssss

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It was a hot summer night in Chicago, Illinois and you were at a sold out Corroded Coffin show at The Chicago Theater. It was amazing. Better than you expected,, if you were being honest. You had gone with three of your friends who were rabid CC fans, you were just the designated driver.

After the show of course your girls wanted to try and get pictures with the band, especially the lead guitarist Eddie Munson. But he was notoriously anti stage door for some reason. Many speculations were that he was a snob, others were that he liked to be mysterious. You thought maybe he just didn’t like people, which you could totally relate to. It wasn’t that you were anti-social, you were just very particular with people you chose to tolerate and spend time with.

So at the present time, your friends were making a game plan in the lobby to ambush the band. They had seen the bus parked in an alleyway nearby, and there were only so many ways to reach it from the theater.

While they were plotting you decided to go to the restroom. They were extremely drunk and on a mission, god knows how long it would take before you saw another opportunity to pee.

You finished up and walked out the door only to bump into someone. You fell to the ground, cursing out loud.

“Shit!” You cried, quickly standing hoping no one but this stranger noticed you fall on your ass. “Watch where you're--”

Suddenly you realized you were face to face with Eddie Munson.

“Please don’t--” he started to ask you to remain calm, which was fine with you. Unfortunately for him though, the commotion had alerted your friends. They immediately started shrieking and ran over to the two of you.

“OHMYGOD EDDIE MUNSON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!”

“HAVE MY BABIES EDDIE!!!!!”

“GOD YOU’RE SEXIER IN PERSON!!!!”

They all screeched over each other as you pulled yourself away from the three way death grip they had on him now. You just stood for a moment and laughed at your friends’ idiocy, until you saw something you didn’t expect in a million years.

Eddie was scared.

Of course none of your drunk companions could tell while they fangirled all over him, but you saw the look in his eyes as they basically ripped him to shreds.

“HEY!!!!” Suddenly a voice boomed out of nowhere. You all turned to see the other members of CC stomping over, shooing them away.

“Why won’t he talk!?” your friend asked obnoxiously.

“We just wanted a picture!” another one cried as she held out her camera.

“Get outta here, no pictures!” The drummer barked at them as the other members hurried Eddie away.

“You guys are DICKS!!!!” Your final friend screamed angrily. “You can’t take four seconds to talk to your fans?! You know we drove all the way from Toledo for this!!!!”

“Right, great, That’s awesome.” another band member rolled their eyes. “That doesn’t mean he owes you anything. Thank you for coming to the show. Now LEAVE,”

Your three friends made sounds of horror and offense as they stomped off to God knows where, but for some reason you stayed where you were. The band members didn’t notice you since they hadn’t seen the bumping and only rolled up on the girls accosting him.

“Hey man, it’s Gareth.” one man said softly to a now trembling Eddie. “They’re gone now, we gotta get you out of here.”

Eddie stayed crouched, whimpering and making other distressed noises while still trembling.

“Just grab him and go man, we don’t have time for this!” another member said rather rudely.

“You know we can’t move him when he gets like this man!” Gareth said equally annoyed back. “We just have to wait it out.”

“Gar we don’t have TIME!!!” Another member spoke up. “The longer we stand here, the longer we risk more chicks coming and losing their minds!”

“Uh-- excuse me--” You piped up as you took a step forward. All the men stopped arguing and stared at you, minus Eddie who was focused on the floor.

“SEE?!” the same member exclaimed angrily. “It’s already happening!!!”

“Look lady, Eddie can’t--” one guy started.

“I think i can help,” you interrupted him while the rest of the group stared at you in confusion.

“Help?” one band member laughed condescendingly. “How are you gonna--”

“Shut up man!” Gareth hit him. “If she wants to help, let her.”

“FIne,” he rolled his eyes.

You took this as approval to approach Eddie. You got down on his level while being careful not to touch him.

“Eddie? I’m Y/N, I--” you started introducing yourself but disapproving huffs and stares from the bandmates made you pause. Right, no need for introductions right now.

“Hey, can you look at me? Please?” you said softly.

To everyone’s shock and awe, Eddie obeyed you. His whimpers died to little sounds as he looked up at you HIs dark chocolate brown eyes were bloodshot from crying, his hair was a mess, So different from the bad ass you had seen on stage just minutes ago.

“Okay, see my hand?” You held your hand up with five fingers facing him. “I want you to pretend each of my fingers is a birthday candle, and blow each of them out, slowly.”

“This is so stupid--” the ornery band member scoffed but the other band mates quickly hit and shushed him while Eddie did what you said.

As he blew each “candle” out, his breath became more steady and his whimpers subsided. After the last blow, his was completely calm, leaving the band members stunned.

“How….how did you…?”

“I get panic attacks too,” you answered before he finished asking.

“Panic attacks?” one man asked. “What are those?”

“Obviously what just happened, idiot!” another guy smacked his head.

“Can you come with us?” Gareth suddenly asked you as the others helped Eddie stand up and shake himself off.

“.....Excuse me?” you laughed with disbelief and amusement.

“EXCUSE ME?” they all exclaimed.

“Just to the next show!” He clarified. “We’re heading to Toledo before our last stop back in our hometown. We could just drop you off, and you can tell us how to deal with---these things,”

“Oh I’m not from Toledo--” you started to explain.

“Really? So you weren’t with those banshees?” a band member snickered.

“I mean, yeah technically but I’m only their DD--” you started to explain.

“Oh that’s why she’s so calm, she doesn’t even like us!” another chimed in.

“I like you!” You tried to defend yourself. “Just--- not enough to pay to see you,”

“Right,” one chuckled. “Much better--”

“Man shut up,” Gareth scolded him. “At least that means she’s not crazy.”

“So you’re not from Toledo?” one asked.

“No, I just went to college there,” you stated. “And then I came here for graduate school, and--” you paused. Why were you telling them your life story?

“Look it’s summer, they came here to go to this show and i was going to drop them off on my way home back to my hometown. Which i’m pretty sure you’re going NOWHERE near.

“Why’s that?”

“It’s a small town in indiana,” you replied.

The band members looked at each other, Eddie included. The chances of you being from their hometown were slim to none. But, it wasn’t like you’d know where they were from since you weren’t really a “Fan”. So you wouldn’t lie about it just so they would take you where they lived.

“Hawkins?”

“What?” You took a step back. “How do you know--”

“That’s where we’re from.” Eddie finally spoke. “How do you not know that?”

“She doesn’t really like you man--” one band member started to tell him.

“Hey!!” you cried defensively yet again. “Don’t tell him that. If there’s anything I like about the band, it’s him.”

Wait, should you have admitted that? You couldn’t lie, CC music was just too “metal” for you. But Eddie Munson, he was a gorgeous man. In fact you started to ask yourself his question. How was it possible you didn’t know of them?

“So you will come with us then, for Eddie?” Gareth grinned.

“What, just because I find him attractive doesn’t mean I'll just hop on your--”

“You think I'm attractive?” Eddie’s eyes briefly lit up.

Shit. You always got too blunt when you were emotional, and for some reason knowing Eddie was there this whole time was making you strangely emotional.

“I have to take my friends home,” you ignored his question.

“What if we paid for them to get home, and you came with us?” Gareth asked.

“That makes zero sense--”

“Well there’s no chance in hell they’re getting on our bus, so that’s all I'm offering.” he folded his arms.

“Okay well thanks for the ‘generous’ offer there bud, but i think I’ll just--”

“Please?” Eddie asked with a puppy dog pout.

Fuck. He was adorable. Fuccccckkkkk…..

“Fine,” you said without hesitation, causing snickers from the group. They stopped abruptly when Eddie promptly glared at them.

“Great!” Gareth smiled as he pulled out a big wad of cash and handed it to you. “Give this to the hounds, and we’ll meet you at the bus in an hour.”

“You want me to just give them money? To do what, exactly?” You stared at him but the band was already walking away.

“There’s a train that goes through Ohio,” Eddie answered you. “Just tell them that.”

“,,,,Right….” you said skeptically.

“I’ll see you soon,” he smiled that panty melting smile at you.

And with that, he was gone.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x female reader #corroded coffin #summer of '87

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bleach-your-panties · 11 months

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🥀⛓️like you mean it⛓️🥀 ----- 𝖘.𝖐𝖆𝖎𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖆🩸🔪

🥀written from prompts chosen by the wheel of misfortune created by @/cyancherub

🥀includes: dub-con, cucking, 69, stranger sex, & mirror sex. mdni! 18+. dark content warning. horror warning.

🥀banners made by me on canva/pic collage. images from pinterest. blood divider from google.

🥀4.5k words

🥀B/n = boyfriend's name

🥀october 31st, 2023

The sounds of cheerful laughter, concession machines whirring, and parents screaming for their children to 'stop running' rang throughout the periphery of your hearing while you stood with your boyfriend in line for the cotton candy.

Halloween night, the night of your first official date after you accepted the proposal to be his girlfriend.

He's a fairly handsome fellow: tall, athletic (you already knew that he played on the soccer team and ran track at your university, courtesy of your nosy roommate), neatly shaven face, with a dazzling white smile; bright, chocolate brown eyes, and a robustly defined body.

Being with him on this cool, spooky night (the spookiest night of the year, no doubt) caused a tingling euphoria to race down your spine and ignite your nerves.

Yes. You'd never had a boyfriend before starting university.

You were the quiet, smart girl in school. Not popular, but also not a total outcast. So, as you stood in that line with your boyfriend, whose looks could rival that of any male model, you felt good.

Proud even.

Not to say that you're unattractive - no! Not at all! You just never pictured yourself standing beside someone who looked so....well-put-together. So perfect.

"You look zoned out. Not trying to think of a way to ditch me, are you?" B/n smirked while outstretching his arm to hand you a bouquet of wiry, blue fluff.

Quickly shaking your head and smiling, you accepted it and brought it up to your mouth to steal a bite.

"Not at all. I wouldn't even dream of ditching you out here. All alone and cold on a cloudy, October night with no telling of what could be lurking in the shadows. I hope you don't feel that I'd be that cruel."

He let out a loud chuckle,

"I certainly hope not. You're too beautiful to be cruel."

That comment made you blush and push a breath through your lips as you felt your face heating up.

He thinks I'm beautiful.

"Aww, shucks. Now you're going to ruin my cool kid facade and make me blush."

"I'm sorry, but I don't see any cool kids around here. Only a hottie that really knows how to make a university sweatshirt look like something off a New York Fashion Week runway show."

"Hottie? Are you a Megan the Stallion fan?" You giggled.

As the two of you talked, you moved further away from the crowd and bright lights and more towards the carnival rides.

You didn't think your outfit was all that special: your maroon and white band sweatshirt, black washed out-denim miniskirt, black tights with random holes cut out of them, and shiny, maroon Doc Martens.

With a simple shrug of your shoulders, you continued to eat your cotton candy.

Squealing like some ditzy fangirl at every compliment thrown your way is definitely not how you want to present yourself to your new beau. You have to play it cool.

Before the handsome man could retort, however, your cell phone buzzed.

emergency alert: escaped inmate. all citizens to be on high alert. more updates as they become available.

B/n was tucking his phone back into his pocket when you looked over at him.

"Well, that's certainly disconcerting. Though, it is Halloween. It could just be a prank to scare people." You announced with confidence laced throughout your tone.

He couldn't help but chuckle at you: you looked and sounded so cute, he'd drink up whatever you said and proclaim it as fact.

Moving closer to your side to engulf you in a side hug, he pulled your body snug against his own, making sure to keep you shielded from getting tousled by the groups of teens and adults alike headed towards the haunted maze.

"You don't have to try and be brave for me, sweetheart. It's my job as the man to protect you after all."

It might come off as rude for you to scoff, but the blush brewing on your cheeks would contradict that action anyway; you're liking this attention that's being bestowed upon you.

"Oh, why do I have to be trying, why can't I just do it?" You giggled.

The two of you passed by what looked like a group of university students. Some of them were wearing sweatshirts similar to yours, but colored a deep navy blue with red and white detailing.

A straggler trailed behind the group, typing on his cell phone.

Average height and normal, modest build, he doesn't stand out too much. Dark brown, shaggy hair and black, languorous eyes.

Unlike the others in the group, he's wearing a black sweatshirt with a white overlapping UA design, baggy black jeans, and black platform Converse.

He's not ugly by any means. Just…

Unremarkable.

He's not paying attention to where he's walking, too absorbed into his phone, when he slams into your side.

He would've knocked you off of the path if your boyfriend didn't have a tight grip on your waist.

"Sorry!! I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking, I-"

"She's good, man."

The look on Sen's face reflected his confusion. He didn't think that he'd overstepped or done anything that could be perceived as disrespectful.

"Right. Sorry again."

He awkwardly moved along, trying to catch up to the group, which you assumed were his friends.

B/n's grip tightened on your waist and you noticed the way his forehead wrinkled just slightly in irritation.

"Fucking nerve of that guy."

You were just a bit taken aback by the aggression in his tone, but wrote it off of him just being protective.

"Yeah, that was kind of weird, but look! The line for the maze isn't that long yet; let's hurry!"

Gleeful screams and laughter are in abundance as you and B/n approach the maze's entrance.

The whirring of a chainsaw somewhere nearby makes you squeal in delight as two middle-school aged children rush past you, holding hands and giggling uncontrollably.

"Oh wow, they really went all out, didn't they? Chainsaw killer and creepy, dark stone maze? They made sure to pull out all the stops." You smirked.

Chuckling and moving you along with his hand on your lower back, B/n seems quite pleased that you're enjoying yourself.

"Yeah, they did. Despite its creepiness, though, it'd make a great place to make out, don't you think?" He smiled at you with a teasing lilt in his voice.

You snorted. "Hmph, maybe."

Is he implying that he wants to make out?

Your cheeks warmed up; you're not prepared for this.

The maze gets darker and darker the further you two walk in; the moon now hides behind dark, wispy clouds.

It's like the temperature suddenly drops twenty degrees, making you feel the biting cold even through your thick sweatshirt.

The laughter is starting to sound farther away, but the chainsaw is still loud as ever. The sound sends chills down your spine and causes goosebumps to rise up all along your arms.

"You alright? Hey, look at the vines. Aren't they pretty? Imagine how this place would look in the daytime, with the roses blooming on the hedges."

B/n is fantasizing about your next date. It would probably be a picnic in a flower garden with multicolored roses surrounding both of you.

He can't wait to spoil you and give you all the nice things that you deserve.

You're about to respond when suddenly the sound of the chainsaw is right behind your ear. As you let out a surprised shriek, you're pulled harshly by your sleeve.

Sneakers slap against the stone pathway as you and B/n run for your lives away from the paid actor wielding the highly dangerous power tool.

He's laughing as sweat drips down his forehead even in the cold air. You can hear him asking you if you're having fun.

You're not sure anymore.

"L-look, that might be an opening up ahead!" Your finger points towards what you hope is the end of the maze. The exit.

Your male companion nods and your direction shifts towards the metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel.

Something is shining down there, even though the night is so gloomy and you're completely enclosed in this stone fortress.

Your footsteps slow as you get closer and realization dawns upon you.

It's not an exit.

Instead, a long mirror is situated right in the center of the stone wall. The sliver of moonlight glinting off of it gives it the illusion of an open doorway.

Only reflecting the path in front of it, the one which you'd just come down.

"Fuck…how the hell are we going to get out of here?" You curse.

B/n hums thoughtfully. You both stand and stare at your reflections in the mirror.

The sound of the chainsaw started up again, but it sounded further away this time. That made you squint your eyes in confusion.

In the next moment, footsteps are running in your direction. Rubber soles squeak and slide against the cobblestone and before you know it, that same kid from before is practically running into you again.

His face has a light sheen of sweat, the perspiration dampening his hair, beading on his forehead, and slowly slipping down his nose.

“You again…” You say as you just stare at him. He drops to his knees, his breaths coming out in short puffs.

“I-I got separated from my friends back there...The chainsaw guy came at us full force, we split up and ran in different directions...”

Both you and B/n are looking at him now.

“What do you mean? The chainsaw guy was just behind us…I heard it, loud and clear…”

Sen slowly cranes his head upward to peek at your face. His cheeks grow a pink tint, as your tight-covered thighs are right in his line of sight.

He begins to rise to his feet and you realize that he’s a few inches taller than you, though several shorter than your boyfriend.

“That’s not possible, unless there were two of them instead of one. Usually they’d mention something like that at the entrance before letting people in.” Sen places his hands into the pockets of his black sweatshirt.

“Right, well we should keep looking for the way out. We don’t want to-” B/n is cut off by the loud screeching that you remember from earlier. It’s coming from all three of your cell phones.

The emergency alert system.

“escaped prisoner sighted on or nearby local fairgrounds. exercise extreme caution and awareness! vacate premises immediately if-”

BRUM-BRUM-BRUM-BRUM-BRUMMMM-BRRRRR!

“HOLY FUCK, LOOK OUT!”

Bursting from your left, a masked person wielding a large chainsaw with a rusty blade lunges towards you and B/n.

“Fuck!” Sen stumbles backwards and falls, landing harshly on his side as your weight on top of him sends both of you sprawling across the ground. B/n had pushed you out of the way just in time to prevent you from being decapitated.

The psychopath grins maniacally and revs the machine again and swings it towards B/n. He’s quick to duck out of the way, no doubt his years of running track, combined with adrenaline, contributing to his remarkable speed.

“Leave him alone!” You shout as you attempt to scramble away from Sen, but the dark-haired male quickly pulls you back into him by your arm. A surprisingly muscled arm tightens around your waist and keeps you pressed against him.

"What are you doing? Get off of me! I have to help him!" You pushed against Sen once again, but he held you even tighter.

The chainsaw's engine revs again and this time it's pointed right at your face.

"You'd do right to listen to him. Make another move and I'll slice right through your pretty face."

You could feel every drop of blood in your veins turn to ice as all the color drained from your face. Not just at their words, but upon closer inspection, you can see that the chainsaw's blade is not rusted.

It's covered in dried blood.

H/c hair swayed from side to side as you shook your head, eyes clenching shut in utter horror and disbelief.

That chainsaw is definitely real, but maybe this person just really knows how to play their role. Maybe the blood is fake.

"Hahaha, what's the matter, sweetheart? Can't believe this is happening to you? Well it is! This ain't no goddamn skit; it's the real fucking deal."

Sen keeps his arms around you in a protective hold, but you wish it wasn't him.

You wish it was your beloved boyfriend holding you close and protecting you much like how he was earlier.

Before your perfect dream turned into a complete nightmare right before your eyes.

"Open your fucking eyes!"

They snap open on command. You don't want to take the risk of making this person any angrier than they already are.

"Why are you doing this? What do you want from us?" It's B/n speaking up.

Internally you're screaming for him to shut up, to not say another word that may result in his serious injury or, worse, death.

The perpetrator quickly turns on him with the deadly weapon. He falls back on his ass and yelps in pain.

You crane your head around the tall, imposing figure to see your boyfriend clutching his ankle. He must've landed on it the wrong way. It's clearly twisted and possibly broken.

"Oh, what a shame. Looks like you won't be able to run from me anymore. All three of you are stuck at my mercy, how delightful!"

Sen decides to speak up then. He tries to keep his voice from wavering. He has to be the strong one in this situation.

He has to be the man and protect you now.

"What about my friends back there? Did you…did you murder them?"

Loud, psychotic laughter is his answer and Sen drops his head regretfully.

"What an idiotic question to ask a serial killer! Now, as much as I'd love to hear you three beg me for your pathetic lives, I've thought of something much more interesting."

The three of you wait in silence, neither of you daring to ask what they had in store for you.

They take the chainsaw and held it over your boyfriend's head.

"PLEASE, NO!"

"QUIET!"

You whimper sadly and Sen strokes your hair gently, bringing your head to rest on his chest.

"I won't kill him, yet. Before he dies, why don't you give him a show, huh, little one? I want you..," They point a long, black-gloved finger towards Sen, whose eyes widen,

"..To fuck her while he watches."

His jaw drops and you can feel his body shake in fear.

"I-I can't…I.."

The engine revs once again. Louder and more menacing than the other times.

The sound echoes inside your head and you look up at Sen.

He looks down at you, his dark eyes conflicted.

"Do you…?"

You just look at him blankly. He can't tell what you want, but you're not explicitly telling him no.

He's going to hate himself for this, but if it's the only way for you all to make it out of this alive…

"I'm sorry about this, but I really don't want to fucking die here.."

You don't know what to say to that, but your body shivers when Sen begins to move his hands down your sides.

His fingers play with the hems of your sweatshirt and T-shirt, ghosting over the flesh of your tummy just barely.

The chainsaw-wielder clicks their tongue.

"No, no, this won't do at all. He can't even see you."

Another startled yelp from B/n; they've got him yanked up onto his knees as they begin to drag him closer to you and Sen. His injured leg trails behind him pitifully and he's propped up against the stone wall to your right.

"Turn around, face the mirror."

The mirror, you'd completely forgotten about it.

Effortlessly, Sen picks you up and situates the both of you to where you're now staring back at yourselves in the tall slab of glass.

It's dark, but the clouds have moved away from the moon so its light can illuminate the dastardly deed that you're about to commit.

You're about to cheat on your boyfriend on your first date.

Right in his face.

"Get to it, then. Don't keep him waiting. If you do a good enough job I might let you all live."

An evil chuckle and then the chainsaw is powered off. They look at you and Sen expectantly, B/n doing the same.

You can see him out of the corner of your eye, watching you in the mirror with a neutral expression.

He doesn't know what to feel; his ankle is throbbing in pain and his girlfriend is in another man's lap. Not to mention his life has been threatened more than once in only a single night.

Sen's lips tremble as he trails them along your shoulder, pulling the collar away from your neck so he can reach the s/c skin underneath.

One of his larger hands rests over yours, squeezing in a show of support.

He's sorry, oh so sorry that he's putting you and your boyfriend through this, but he can at least make the experience somewhat pleasurable for you.

Make you feel comfortable with him.

A soft moan escapes your cold, slightly chapped lips causing Sen's cock to stir in his jeans.

He shifts his legs and opens them wider so you your ass can sit flush against his crotch.

Even through your own jean-clad bottom you can feel him getting hard for you.

"Y-you're enjoying this…is this what turns you on? You're sick…"

You whisper to him, a stinging edge to your tone that makes Sen's ears burn in embarrassment.

And lust.

"I-I'm sorry…I can't…can't control it. You're so soft and you smell so good…"

How long had it been since he'd had a girl sitting on his dick, and one as pretty as you, nonetheless?

His hormones are going into overdrive, causing his movements to grow bolder.

Sen takes his hands and places them on your knees so he can spread them apart.

He wants to see your panties, but your tights are in the way; so, with one hand he grips the offending material at your crotch and tears a hole right through them.

Heat licks at your neck despite the cold, and Sen's tongue does as well.

The warm, wet muscle provides a pleasant contrast to the biting cold. He leaves a slimy trail of saliva all the way from your neck down to your collarbone.

Shivers run down your spinal column and your cunt moistens through your royal purple panties, much to Sen's delight.

Though the only reason you're letting him do this to you is to save your lives, he can't help but get excited at the image of you getting wet for him.

A complete fucking stranger.

Sen apparently isn't the only one getting turned on from this situation.

You look from your reflection in the mirror back to B/n and a soft gasp leaves your lips.

He's palming his dick through his pants. Perfect white teeth clamp down on a juicy bottom lip while his brown eyes watch your pussy through the mirror.

"Looks like somebody's enjoying himself!" The killer laughs cruelly.

This is what they wanted: to completely embarrass and humiliate you three.

Tears begin to sting your eyes, but what can you do? It's either let this stranger fuck you or you all die.

Sen's fingers on one hand move to push your skirt up while the other hand rips the hanging material of your tights the rest of the way off.

He reaches under your ass to get to his belt and quickly unbuckles it to free his hard, throbbing dick.

You can't see it in the mirror from the way you're sitting on him, but when he shifts to line himself up with your panty-covered cunt, you can feel the head brush against your clit.

"Ohh…" The moan leaves your throat on its own accord.

Sen is encouraged by this and he moves his head to rest against yours.

Kisses are planted on your cheeks and temples while he strokes his cock with one hand and pulls your thong to the side to reveal your wet pussy with the other.

"Shit, you're so wet…don't worry, I'm gonna make you feel so good, make you even wetter for him to see…" He coos into your ear then nibbles it. Your back arches against him.

He chuckles softly and slides his dick through your folds, lubing himself up.

"Such a pretty pussy. What a lucky fucking guy…"

Is the last sentence the dark brunette speaks before thrusting his hips up and burying his dick deep inside you.

"F-fuck! Ahh…so thick.."

Your mind turns hazy when Sen starts fucking up into you at a quick, but steady pace.

His dick isn't the longest, but it's girthy and there's a few veins along his shaft that massage against your inner walls oh so deliciously.

"Shit, it's so warm and tight. You like it, huh? Like my dick? Look at how you're starting to cream on me already, baby."

He's telling the truth because when he says it, your eyes move down your reflection to where the two of you are joined and you can see the white froth coating his dick as he moves it in and out of your hole.

"Ahh…feels so good…fuck…don't even know your name.."

"It's Sen…oh my God.."

His balls smack against your ass cheeks as he moves one arm around your waist so he can bounce you on him harder.

Your head is thrown back and your nails scratch at the material of his jeans.

You and Sen's combined moans further spur on B/n, who's jacking his dick faster and faster while Sen fucks you.

"Look at that, he's so fucking hard watching another man stuff his girl's little cunt. Fucking perv. Bet he can't wait to get you in his bed tonight so he can….haaah…fuck my fucking cum deeper in your little hole. Shit!"

Sen's dirty talk only added to the pleasure that he was making you feel with his dick. Noticing how you had started watching B/n jack off through the mirror, he grew a bit jealous and turned your head so he could kiss you sloppily on the lips.

"Oh yeah, that's the way to do it, you fucking scumbag. Fuck her like you mean it."

The killer's laughter echoed all around you making you jolt back into the reality of your situation, though it didn't stop the orgasm from building in your lower region.

"Fuck Sen, I'm going to cum!" You moaned, eyes squeezed shut while said man fucked you harder and faster, wanting to make you feel good, to make you cum on his dick before you could on your boyfriend's.

"Come on, baby, cum on my dick. Make your boyfriend cum, too, from watching you get fucked." He palmed one of your ass cheeks, lifting you up slightly before slamming you down on him, hard.

Your body started shaking, making Sen curse under his breath and speed up his movements.

"That's right! Dick got you fucking shaking! Cum all over me baby, let it go….oh fuck."

Just as he told you to, you came hard and squirted all over Sen's dick. Your squirt splashed up onto the mirror, making his tired-looking eyes widen.

"Goddamn, you sprayed the whole mirror almost. Shit that's hot."

His voice was laced with exhaustion now, all traces of fear and apprehension seemingly gone.

Now fired up from watching you squirt, Sen maneuvered himself up onto his knees and caught you by the hips.

Confused, you tried to look back at him, but you understood when his softening cock was now bobbing in your face.

A mewl left your throat when that slick tongue swept through your folds and began collecting the remaining drops of your squirt.

"S-suck it…suck his dick, baby…come on.." B/n moaned while feverishly pumping his dick.

Your pupils enlarged once you saw how long and thick it was and your pussy drooled on Sen's tongue at the thought of B/n fucking you next.

With your little hands, you began pumping Sen's dick at the same pace as B/n, making sure to make eye contact with both of them the best you could through the mirror.

"Awww, fuck yeah. So sexy, baby. You're so fucking sexy, the perfect girl." B/n moaned as he watched you engulf Sen's fat dick in your mouth and hollow out your cheeks.

"Oh, goddamn…unhh.." Sen's head fell away from your cunt and his body shivered this time.

You may have never had a steady boyfriend before, but you'd had a few flings the summer before university started, so you knew your way around a dick quite well.

Sen thrust his hips forward, making you choke and gag on his fat cock. Saliva ran down your neck to his balls while they slapped against your chin.

"Fuck, where'd you find her? Fucking slutty ass pussy and mouth. Oh God…" He said to B/n.

The night air was filled with the sloppy sounds of you gagging on Sen's dick and the wet sounds of B/n jacking off.

Sen tried to keep eating your pussy, but your head was just too fucking good and he couldn't stop himself from moaning.

"Shit! You ready to take my fat load in your mouth, baby? Be a good girl and swallow it all for me, okay?"

You nodded best you could and started sucking him even harder, triggering his orgasm.

"SHIT! Oh my fucking God!"

Sen almost dropped you on your head as he knelt down on his hands and knees to gather himself after you swallowed all his cum.

"I'm…I'm coming, shit, that was so sexy…ahhh.."

Hearing this, Sen quickly grabbed you by the hair and moved your face into B/n's lap so he could spray his nut all over it. You looked up at him with the most adoring and innocent look in your eyes, which almost triggered a second orgasm from him.

"Damn…that was the best sex I think I've ever had in my life…" Sen sat back against the wall and sighed heavily.

Slow clapping started and the three of you looked up to your captor.

Silently you pleaded to yourselves that they'd let you all go now since their wish had been fulfilled.

"That was very good, but…."

The thrum of the chainsaw started up again. You weren't fast enough to move in front of him before the blade came down on B/n's head, splitting it wide open and spraying both you and Sen with a fountain of blood.

"Not good enough."

The sound of the chainsaw's blade and blood splattering against the mirror echoed throughout the walls of the stone maze.

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Heyyy!!! Thank you for articulating this and actually, I think that’s eventually the plan. Look, my auntie used to work for two professional athlete as their social media manager (basketball players, 1 established nba starand the other 1 an up and coming nba player who is now in the nba). And i remember the up and coming nba star had a gf before and my auntie suggested to gently introduced her to his social media to curate a wholesome image for the player. You would think that that’s gonna “ruin” him for the fans (esp female fans) but actually, my aunt claims that introducing a long time gf in the picture will only make the female fans swoon. They like a good guy. A loyal guy. A wholesome guy. So that’s what they did. Just include her in some of the photos. Also asked the nba player to mention her more. And then get her more involved. She’s still private and their rs is still private but the fans know her and they have a healthy rs. Like they know that that’s her man.

Now, relating to Oscar. Remember he added a social media manager this year? Kym Illman talked about this in one of his videos. So obviously, Osc and his team are making deliberate moves to grow his social media following. What also *just* started happening more this year? Yes that’s right- Osc became more open to his relationship with Lily. He posts her more. He even tags him now. Literally the exact same plan as what my auntie did with the nba player. My guess/theory is they are going to gently open Lily to the public more. I think they are doing this delicately because this girl is not just some pr girl. This is actually Oscar’s gf for 5 yrs. So i think they are being very cautious about it. I predict that we will soon hear her voice and listen to her talk a little. Maybe just a short one but we will soon get to know her better (in a controlled way because i really think that Oscar and her want to keep their rs private).

But I agree. My auntie said that letting a longterm gf remain in the background and be mysterious is actually going to fuel more obsession. So giving the public just little bits of her and allowing them to get to know her personality better is a much better plan. It’s like eating small meals throughout the day rather than skipping meals and then binging at night. It also allows the gf to be less of an idea and more of a real person. Keeping Lily this “idea” can quickly become this overly sweet and toxic deification of her. She’s not an idea. She’s a person.

Also, it really helps with Oscar’s image. Trust. It also going to keep him out of the “gossips” and crazy fangirl interest/obsession. Since they like Lily and they like the fact that Oscar has been with her for 5 yrs, they are most likely going to not be romantically obsessed with him. They are going to adore the fact that he’s a wholesome guy and how lucky lily is to have a man like him. Instead of obsessing to be his gf. Something like that.

Also remember Nico Rosberg? Before he married his wife, he was with her for years and years. He is a party boy and yet we dont really associate him with the party scene the way we do with single Lewis. Lewis said Nico is more of a party animal than him and yet Nico rarely got that image. It’s cause the public knows him as someone who’s been in long term relationship. So Oscar’s team opening Lily more to the public (again in a controlled way) is good not only in making Lily less of an idea and more of a real person to the public, but also Oscar’s image. It keeps the crazies and speculations away.

I’m sorry I wrote a whole essay. I just read your opinion on this and I totally agree.

NO TYSM ANON <3<3 fr like I've always been invested in how the women partners to famous men are treated in any fandom and it's always seemed by far the best tactic to offer up a little bit of contextualizing her into the fandom space - while maintaining a healthy distance for her own safety/sanity - and then before you know it she's fully accepted and all the delulus move on to another rpf ship or another man they want to pretend they could somehow have for themselves.

"less of an idea and more of a real person" EXACTLY. like god of course she wants to keep people as much out of her business as possible and if ppl could be sane and normal then the ideal would to continue as is. but a part of keeping those boundaries from being pushed by fans is a controlled release of content rather than nothing at all. I'm hoping that's what is being built up.

and I totally forgot yea that he'd added a sm manager and that the opeightyone acc has become more active in the same way LN4 is where content can be released through those channels as opposed to their personal accs. I feel like apart from when his humor and sarcasm means that it's clearly him (and the emojis lol) he's pulled back for the most part from his public accs. it's a shame bc we won't get to see those interactions with other drivers anymore but w how much fame doesn't suit him it was probably inevitable!

#inchreplies #f1partnerstalk #and yea oscar is HumanTM after all and his bland image is thankfully all ppl seem to want #which is why they need to manage Lily's publicity carefully to continue that #side note that I love how Carlos is clearly the one wanting to be more public about Rebecca but she's adamantly not replying to his comment #or posting him #and remember how lunatics thought that she was charging for carlos content in ig #and they thought she was suddenly going to be posting him a ton and was paying ??? paps etc #but then she dropped it from her ig and they're still waiting for when she supposedly will start posting him for clout !!!#it's been a whole year but y'know they're still holding out !!

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University Superstar is 🤌🏻 Just so, SO good. I can do totally picture your JK 🫠🥴Thanks for sharing your immense talent with us🫰🏻 I’m an old ass fangirl and thought maybe if you ever decide to write asks that you could write about Namjoon with a much older artist or museum docent. 😏 I may or may not have had an exhibition or two 🖼️ and the idea that Kim Namjoon saw any of my pieces sends me… ⚰️

Kim Namjoon Drabble 1

[Summary]: Kim Namjoon is a frequent visitor at the museum you work at. In fact, he’s visited so often, he’s gained your museum's platinum gold card for passes on all exhibitions and the cafeteria’s sweet tea. You’ve come to realize that Namjoon is the biggest art nerd you’ve ever met outside of yourself when he started to find you after every exhibition and ask you questions about the artist. However, your subtle feelings for the man start to go a-wire when he beings to ask questions about you instead.

[Theme]: MuseumDocent!AU, Artist!AU, ArtNerdNamjoon!AU, Museum!AU, FriendsToLovers!AU

[Rating]: Fluffy fluff fluff; slice of life.

[Word Count]: 1,773

[A/N]: Hmmmm, this is going to be difficult. Mainly because I am only slightly younger than our golden maknae, Jjk. However, that doesn’t go to say that I haven’t read scenarios where Y/n was older than one of the members…but I also have not personally written any like that either. BUT! That doesn’t mean I can’t try. I hope this meets your expectations.

Besides, Namjoon in a museum makes me leek 🥬

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You love this museum.

The smell of it, the look of it, the organization of it — you love it all. You love it so much, you’ve become a docent there.

Walking about the museum while you flaunt your knowledge on the various famous pieces, featured pieces, and sometimes, some of your own pieces, has been the source of your happiness for years now.

Your job never lets you down. In fact, you find that by the end of the day, your spirits have been lifted higher than what it was the last time you came home from work.

Especially nowadays.

Recently, a certain someone has been a part of nearly every single tour you have conducted within the past two weeks. He’s a tall man — sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the many old people and young children in the groups you guide. Not to mention, he's one of the most attractive people you have ever seen. Shaggy hair, brown eyes, and teeth that flash at you with every new piece of information you tell him, the man has somewhat stolen your heart. Even more so when he somehow finds you at the end of each guide to hound you for hours about the artists he found the most intriguing.

Kim Namjoon was his name, and given the many times he’s found you in the museum’s cafeteria after a guide, you’ve come to notice that the man has become such a frequent visitor he became eligible for the museum’s platinum gold membership card. Free sweet tea and admission to docent-guided tours, he took the upgrade and has since joined in on your groups.

There’s a pep and swing in your step as you make your way to work today. That twinge of nervousness you also contain shows as you shakily open the doors to the museum.

“You excited?” one of your best friends, Taehyung, asks. He’s smiling wide, clenching a pencil in his hand as he waits for your answer. You almost think he could be more excited than you with the way his eyes crinkle and his finger taps at the wood of the receptionists’ desk.

“You have no idea,” you laugh, swiping into the room that he stands in. You quickly clock in before you wipe your sweaty hands on the fabric of your skirt, hoping that your claminess goes away soon.

“I saw some of your pieces,” he faces you. “I still can’t believe those came from you! I know you’ve showed your pieces here before, but these are beyond anything I’ve ever seen you do. It’s like you went mad or something.”

You smile at his comment, a little blush forming on your face as you accept his compliment.

“That reminds me,” Taehyung grins once again. “A certain man by the name of Kim Namjoon is coming to your welcome exhibit. ‘Was the first to sign up.”

“I know,” you laugh. “He really likes art. It’s crazy how smart he is, too. I swear he grasps knowledge like a computer.”

“I dunno,” Taehyung purses his lips. “Seems he might like something else, too,”

“Stop it,” you shoot him a look. “Namjoon is an innocent nerd. Besides, I swear I’m like 10 years older than him.”

“Actually, 6 1/2,” Taehyung corrects.

“Point proven,” You observe while messing around with the computer in front of you.

“You do realize that there’s 5 other museum docents in this place, right?” your friend laughs. “Not to mention you usually conduct guides at the most inconvenient times for the general public. I doubt he’d come here and schedule tours with you if it meant he didn’t get to see you at any given moment during the week.”

“Have you ever thought of the possibility that maybe I'm just really good at my job?” you ask him teasingly.

“That’s not what I meant,” he laughs.

“I know,” you commence your teasing. “What I mean to say is, Namjoon is too… pure for that. I sincerely haven’t noticed a single flirtatious intent or ‘look in his eye’ during the multiple times he’s been here. Genuinely, he loves art and wants to know everything about it before moving on to learning about the next art style, time period, or artist he chooses to jump to next.”

“You could be right,” he looks to the door realizing that a customer has started walking up to the receptionist area. “Or he may have been asking me about you since before he started tagging along on your guides.”

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You’re thinking about what Taehyung said all day.

He’s been asking about you? What specifically has he been asking about? And for how long has he been doing so before he started making an appearance at every guide you conducted?

Questions flood your mind, but excitement also overwhelms it.

Your exhibit has fully opened.

All your selected pieces for this have been displayed just like how you envisioned them to be. There's a crowd of people waiting to see what you’ve got, and best of all, Namjoon is there. He’s got a giant notebook in his hand, a cup of coffee in the other, and a big smile on his face as he spots you amongst the crowd.

You’re busy greeting critics, familiar faces, friends, family, and coworkers while you answer various questions and walk around the room explaining your art. You almost forget Namjoon is there until you get a free moment, and a tap on your shoulder sends a warm reminder that your eager art enthusiast has made it to your exhibit.

“I didn’t know you were an artist,” he smiles in awe while pointing to a painting near you two with the back of his pencil. “I have to say, though. Your pieces really make me think.”

“I’m no stranger to your questions, Namjoon. You know you can always ask me anything,” you blush.

“What was your muse?” he asks, still staring at the painting he pointed at. You have to turn around to look at which piece he’s talking about. Of course, this was one of your favorites out of all the pieces. You spent years on this one. Multiple trips to the same space out of the country, talks with natives, and fully immersing yourself like one. This one took the most thought and energy you’ve ever put into a piece. You’re flattered he’s mentioned this one out of all the others first.

“For this one, specifically? Or for the general theme of the exhibit?” you double-check.

“For this one — although, that was my second question,” he laughs. “I just happened to notice this one didn’t really match the theme. The rest all fall within a certain feeling, but this one caught my eye first.”

“I’m glad,” you banter. “This one is my favorite.”

“It’s mine, too,” he smirks, the warmness in his eyes flaming your entire body.

“As for the muse, it’s still hard to define,” you candor. “This one took the longest. So many stages of my 20s and mid-life crises and, well, life were all a mosh-pit of emotions on this one. I could only work on it in Iceland, too.”

“Iceland?”

“Yes,” you laugh at yourself. Saying it out loud, it sounded stranger than you thought it would. “So much inspiration came to me there. Before I knew it, I started saving the majority of my money just to travel there and work on this piece there.”

There's a pause. The business of the room engulfs you as the two of you look at your piece.

“I want to know you, Y/n,” he suddenly blurts out. You almost get whip-lash from how quickly you turn your head to face him once again. “You’re seriously such a talent to me. I want to know you and all your muses. What got you into art and art history and working here. All of it — I want to know it all.”

Now you’re seriously confused.

Maybe it was the way Taehyung told you that it was a likely possibility that Namjoon did like you despite your previous observations that he didn’t. Or maybe it's that glint in his eye that suggests that he truly wants to know more about you other than the fact that you work and present your art in the museum he frequently goes to. You don’t know. But you’ve always been opportunistic, so you take his mysterious sentiment into question.

“Namjoon, have you been talking about me with my co-worker?” you ask, that speed in your heartbeat making its way up your chest.

Namjoon blushes, smiling down at his notepad. “I knew that loser couldn’t keep his mouth shut,” he laughs to himself. “I have. But I promise, all good things.”

“Namjoon, I have to be honest. Taehyung did say some thi—”

“It’s all true,” he nods his head while looking back up at you. “Listen Y/n, as much as I love your tours, this was the one I wanted to go on the most. Your art, your voice, your presence —this is what I was the most curious about. All those questions about the artists I asked you about after those tours — I genuinely just loved listening to your passion. Hearing you talk about what you love and looking at you show off the work you put your soul into. I dunno, maybe I’ve developed a crush.”

Your heart beats out of your chest. Are you really that oblivious? You’re 6 1/2 years older than this man — you should know when a person has been crushing on you by now!

“Namjoon, I’m old,” you blurt, laughing at yourself. A part of you can't help but feel a little insecure about your age. One to two years and you're usually in the 'go' for a lot of romantic things and partnerships with others. But 6 1/2? That's more so unheard of nowadays.

“I could call you ajumma if you wanted,” he smiles teasingly.

“I’ll kill you,” you playfully threaten him. The flutter in your tummy is a little too overwhelming as he flashes his teeth at you, that look telling you that he’s really serious about this crush he’s developed.

“Seriously, Y/n, I couldn’t give a fuck about age,” he says. “I stand by the fact that I’d become gay and date a 570-year-old da Vinci if he were still alive today.”

“Art whore,” you laugh.

“So let me take you out,” he continues, simmering his laughter. “Coffee tomorrow at 10?”

You feel a strange weight lifted off your shoulders. Nodding your head at his question, you feel like you’ve maybe developed a new muse.

[End]

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[A/N]: Ajumma (아줌마) - [N], a Korean term referring to a married or middle-aged woman; typically a woman of one's parents' age or older.

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]

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