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boxwinebaddie · 7 months

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Uh oh it’s my gremlin ass in your inbox again, anyway I had a thot.

Raven!Stan and Disloyal Order Of Water Buffaloes by FOB

Specifically the line “I’d promise you anything for another shot at life”

Uhhhhhhh that is all queen ty for ur time (ily take care of urself you deserve all the happiness in the realm)

oh noooooooo riley in my ask box agaiiiiiiiiin how awful how horrible

sahdsadlkda AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

listen bitch!!!! i sprinted to answer this ask because it singlehandedly threw me into a fallout boy renaissance oh my god!

this is really long i went on a very crazy tangent and started badly describing a v dramatic v upsetting flashback u can all skip this lmao

raven!stan is soooooo disloyal order of the water buffaloes like okay "i'd promise you anything for another shot at life" is so AAAA like my son was robbed of everything i just! urGH! give my boy his life back!!!

also "detox just to retox"?????? is so real..."imperfect boys with their perfect boys // nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy" ISSSSSS SOOOOO CRIMSON DAWN CODED IM!!!!

also also ALSO "i'm half doomed and you're semi sweet" is so stan and kyle in every fucking universe gonna rip the skin off my face

okay...let me just...it's actually so funny that you sent me this about fallout boy because when i was developing a lot of ravenstan's backstory and gen rockstar stuff i religiously listened to 27 by fob.

if home is where the heart is then were all just fucked!!!! I WANT IT SO BAD I SHOOT THE SUNSHINE INTO MY VEINS I CANT REMEMBER THE GOOD OLD DAYS!!! my mind is a safe and if i keep it then we all get rich!!! DOING LINES OF DUST AND SWEAT OFF LAST NIGHTS STAGE JUST TO FEEL LIKE YOOOOOU!!! AAAAA

like raven is SO 27 by fob skhdlahd in this essay i will!

so this is weird lore backstory but bear with me, okay?

kenny and stan are close in all my fics which is like my favorite thing ever but they are SUPER CLOSE IN RM! ive said this like 5 bajillion times but i love them their dynamic its special and very dear to me ok

and i feel like they were really drunk one time at 18 just laying on the floor...and raven is just like "do you ever think about death?" which is hilarious because kenny is immortal so theyre just like "yeah...all the time" *drags their cigarette with a sad knowing smile :'((((*

and stans like "me too" *vodka shot* "do you ever think about when you're gonna die...like if you could choose" and kenny is like jfc rae bleak much but is probably like "idk dunno ill go when the universe gets bored of me...i could go anytime because i do whatever i want and live everyday like its my last....think of it like this: we're all stuck here and everyone's watching so you might as well give them a good show, right??? *long cigarette drag again*...but what about you?"

and raven just says "27." then explains that all the biggest rockstars and greatest musicians die at 27 and if he could choose he'd join the 27 club bc at least then his death would mean something. AAA IM

ok fuck suicide attempt tw AAAA I HATE IT HERE :/ </3

this is a lot im so sorry its dramatique af but also pls know if i write it as a flashback later i will be crying & throwing up the whole time

flash forward i think its like ravens 21st birthday and everyone is inside getting trashed on his birthday doing coke being degenerates breaking shit & d-list celebrity nobodies are flexing hard that they're at his big extravagant bday party aka the event of the year...but no one even knows hes Missing!!!!!!! NO! ONE! FUCKING!!!! CARES!!!!!!!!!

except kenny who just finds him on the roof of that big swanky building or even like the water generator so high up that its genuinely fucking terrifying and its really really bad like hes just on the edge like crying and laughing and swaying holding a big ass bottle of expensive champagne with his FACE on it slurring and singing happy birthday to himself and its the SADDEST most AWFUL sound in the world & uGH i want to cry my baby mY BABY!!!! MY!!!! BABY!!!!!!! :(((((

and kenny is PANICKING but theyre trying to be normal like theyre talking to someone with a hostage but the person holding the hostage is themselves WHICH IS SOOOOO UUUGH!!! and theyre like "raven raven i need you to get down...i hate my birthday too...you're having a bad night...just a bad night...its almost over ok its almost over baby...lets get out of here okay? but i need you to get DO--"

and hes just like "NO!!!! NO!!!!! you dont get it you dont FUCKING get it!!! it doesnt get better it gets fucking WORSE every day is bad bad bad BAD!!! it never stops IT NEVER ENDS!!!"

which is so sad and also ironic bc kenny is like "believe me I. Know." LIKE IMMORTAL KENNY LIVES THE WORST DAY OF THEIR LIFE EVERY DAY and is just like "but you Dont want to do this, trust me"

and raven is just like shaking and screaming snot and tears and champagne and eyeliner and blood in his mouth like "no i think i do I THINK I FUCKING DO!!!! you're the one who said if everyones watching might as well give them a good show right?! RIGHT?!"

FUuUuUUCK

and cups his hands over his lips swinging & shouting!!!!! WELL HEY!!! HEY EVERYONE HEY EVERYONE LOOK LOOOK LOOK!!!!! HEY TMZ EXTRA EXTRA READ ALL ABOUT IT FOR THE LAST FKN TIME!!!

& its raining so he prolly almost slips its so...that man is not mentally or physically stable its SO FUCKING SCARY kennys heart is RACING like "take my hand!!! just take my HAND we can Talk about it!!! I LOVE YOU BRO! DO NOT LEAVE ME HERE I CANNOT DO THIS ALONE."

and ravens just like drinking and spiraling drinking spiraling, seriously wavering having a panic attack and a ptsd episode hysterical and fucking inconsolable backing away from kenny closer and closer to ledge like "i'm sorry i'm sorry IM SORRY i'm hideous i'm HIDEOUS everyone keeps looking at me EVERYONE KEEPS TOUCHING ME i cant do this anymore im sorry im not strong like you ken im not strong ive never been strong not like you!!! Not. Like You. im sorry IM SO SORRY let me go!!! LETMEGOLETMEGOLETMEFUCKINGGO—”

but kenny grabs his arm or leg RIGHT before he goes straight over the side JUST in time & is like "you CAN do this!!! you ARE strong i--"

.....and just says "27"

and ravenstan is like "h-huh?"

and kenny is like "you said you wanted to die at 27. like kurt cobain, right??!! so DIE at 27, okay, raven? die at TWENTY FUCKING SEVEN for all i FUCKING CARE but give me six more years!!!! give me six more years and then when you're twenty seven you can decide whether you want to live or die, but until then you owe me SIX. FUCKING. YEARS, you son of a bitch!!! and if you stay ill stay if you go ill go. your life is my life. a life for a life. now…do we have a deal?"

and ravens like "kenny, i-i dont" and theyre like grim reaper mode like "DO. WE. HAVE. A. DEAL?" and stan u know makes th deal with the devil climbs down they hug and cry a lot its beautiful its awful AAA

so ravens stuck here...is he happy about it....no....but hes here 4 kenny...( also for jimmy and the ex cd guitarist those are his boys ) but thats not gonna stop him from getting extremely close 2 dying and destroying his body w/ alcohol...thats his loophole....FML dude :/

TADA!!! ahdslkhda

also: mun fun fact....i was ( still am ) and MASSIVE infinity on high GIRLIE!!!!! like if i even hear hum hallelujah or bang on the doldrums i will SHAKE SOME ASS the white mom chokehold that album has on me is RIDICULOUS

me: falling to my knees in the grocery store when i accidentally hit shuffle on my spotify open mouth sobbing and screaming

IIIII CAST A SPELL OVER THE WESTTT TO MAKE YOU THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINK OF MEEEEEE THE SAAAAME WAY I THINK OF YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUU

oh my god i could go on and on

( also golden is very ravenstan coded just about him being a celebrity trying to make everyone happy but also his music being controversial and moms pulling their kids away from him like he is evil and because hes just a like a bad role model and a gnarly alcoholc CRYING....

but its also jersey!kyle because he was so full of promise and had so much potential but than also got serious ptsd and went kind of insane because of stan "dying" and just became this basketcase freakshow that everyone is scared is going to snap at any second and is this absolutely fucking menace and AAAAA )

ok im done now but i had so much to say

-uncle nina on her fob wine box soap box

#hi sorry that was unhinged #also enjoy my free traumatic flashback #if this sounds incoherent and crazy its the cab sav i am drinking #everyone say hi jersey #anyways working on rm4 i do hope its out within the week but it could be next week #theres so many more fob songs i could drop but the plot needs to develop ill reblog this post as we dive deeper #BUT YEAH #DOOWB IS VERY RAVENSTAN #and yeah....27....i swear to god #stan in rm makes me soooooooooo sad i want to cry #he is my beautiful beautiful beautiful boy i love him so much #i can’t math on the box wine so i can’t remember if kyle and stan are 21 or 22 in rm #but either way it’s upsetting as fuck #kenny and stan also....i cry i cry i cry i love them i love them

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moonlight-prose · 7 months

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babe my gosh I was reading your kinktober upcoming fics and I had to stop to send u this message. FUCK. you're telling me I'm getting a fic with Jake lockley my favorite man at the moment (for months really but who's counting) and not only that but it's thigh riding???? One of my favorite smut tropes or idk how to call it whatever and it comes out on my BIRTHDAY????? I'm fed. Thank u thank u thank u I already can't wait for it I know reading that will make my fucking day. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

this is the BEST news ever!! first off happy early birthday babes! i love seeing a libra queen winning in the spooky month of october! i literally just finished writing that fic and let me tell you...it's spicy af. jake lockley demands the most.

for you i shall give a sneak peak.😘🖤

“Missed this,” he mumbled against your jaw, hands spreading down to your ass, cupping you and pressing you down against his broad thigh. The same one that was between your legs, practically begging you to grind against it.

“Mmm,” you hummed, kissing against his shoulder, hands tangling in the curls at the back of his head. “Missed you.”

It had been a long week, barely any time spent with him. Which made this night special—your heart aching for the closeness you usually got with him. The tenderness in his touch, in his kisses. You were wrapped around him, pressing him into the couch, but that didn’t stop him from dragging you even closer. Wanting to feel as much of you as the small space would allow.

“You wet for me mi vida?”

#witch aunt responds #stargazingcarol darling

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heexseung · 10 months

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VIV OH MY GOSH SIIISSSSS YOU’RE BACK!!!!!! BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER OMGGG!!! 😳 you know………I was just thinking about you the other day because I had finally submitted ✨ my debut fic ✨ and asked jan if you were still around because i absolutely KNOW you’d go nuts and would’ve had a field day if you saw it.

I was the same anon who sent in all the submissive dilf x dom spoiled princess wife asks about minhyun, jay, and various other idols 😘😘😘😘 i decided to reveal myself after so long coz i was extremely busy with school, mental health, and other commitments. however, i FINALLY graduated uni and i’m now in the workforce daahhhllinggg!!!

I missed u and ur sub enha fics so much and I’m glad to see a creative mastermind like you back on tumblr and in a better headspace. hope you’ve been doing well💗

OMGGGGG AS SOON AS I SAW THE PINK AND SPARKLES, I KNEW IT WAS YOU !!!!! HELLOOOO AND HAPPY BDAY BBY 🥹💘💕💖💞💗💘💞💖💞 hope you have the bestest of days today !! TREAT URSELF LIKE A QUEEN BC U R ONE FR FR 🤩

i missed u sm and wondered how you were doing too !! i'm glad to hear you seem to be doing well 🧸 AS U SHOULD, congrats on graduating and getting a job omggg slay 🥳

AND HELLO ????? A SUB JAY FIC ?????? OMGGGGGG I WILL READ IT ASAP BUT I AM 1000% SURE IT'S GONNA BE ✨️AMAZING✨️ CONGRATS ON PUBLISHING YOUR FIRST EVER FIC AAAAAAA IM HAPPY AND PROUD OF U 🥹💖💕💗

thank you for remembering me and the lovely welcome back !! here is a pic of minhyun as CELEBRATION 🎊🎊🎊 you dont know how long i had to scroll just to find this pic 😭 but it's worth

#📬；inbox !!

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iboukonate · 2 years

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ARI I CANT BELIEVE I ALMOST MISSED YOUR BIRTHDAY ! happy birthday my angel cake ! you are the absolute loveliest gem of a human and we are all so so lucky to have you in our lives. i hope you’re having an amazing day and being spoiled like the queen you are! i love you so much it’s insane, every time i see u in my notifs or messages i’m blushing giggling playing with my wedding ring <3 anyway I LOVE YOU! 💞👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💍

MY BELOVED WIFE👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 youre the sweetest ever and im so in love with you!!!!!! i read your blog every morning to see what i missed <3 you always have me giggling and blushing😸😸😸😸😸😸😸

#wife tag #23

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raleighcarrera · 3 years

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#2 from winter/holiday writing prompts for nate x mc ❤️

holiday writing requests / 2. makeout sesh in front of the fire, but someone is being a tad too respectful

she’s warm all over, cozy from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

it probably has something to do with the fire roaring behind her back, but she knows it also has a lot to do with the vampire whose lap she’s spread across, knees digging into either side of the couch with nate’s loose limbs sprawled around her.

her arms are looped around his neck, her fingers playing with the soft hair at the back of his head. they’ve been making out for what feels like an eternity, at this point, yet no amount of restless shifting on top of nate or soft exhales of his name seem to be able to spur him into further action.

she would know. she’s been trying.

somehow he’s been doing an excellent job at ignoring her wandering hands and little sighs and the way she’s so obviously pushing him to make a move, taking his time working his lips against hers, kissing every last thought out of her mind.

there is something nice about this -- the unhurried pace of it all, the languid warmth of nate’s kiss. for once, there’s nothing to worry about and no where to be. there’s just this -- this pg-13 makeout on her sofa in front of the fire while snow drifts down outside her window.

for now, she’s still mortal, so she does actually need to take breaks to breathe. when she dips back, her lips feel swollen, her face hot and flushing deeper as soon as she hears how wrecked her voice sounds. “you know... you don’t have to keep your hands on my waist.”

nate laughs, the low rumble of his voice sending a shiver down her spine. “i don’t?” he murmurs, sounding amused, “where should i put them, then?”

there’s a tiny huff of frustration before she reaches for his hands and slides them down the curves of her sides. nate only lets his palms linger on her thighs, where she’s left them, for a moment before he moves around to her ass, cupping her in his hands.

she grins at him. “that seems like a good place to start.”

“start?” he repeats, a twinkle of mischievous curiosity gleaming in his eyes. “sounds like you have something planned, to me.”

“so what if i do?” she asks, glancing coyly off to the side, “it’s christmas eve. we should do something special.”

nate’s thumbs draw slow circles on the small of her back, pushing up under her top. “well, you’re right about that.”

“i’m always right,” she smiles, already leaning back in for another kiss. despite her desire to move things along, it does feel a bit like it’s been too long since she’s been able to kiss him. their lips brush gently, drawing a sigh from the back of her throat. “i love kissing you.”

“me, too,” he promises, voice serious as said kisses finally, finally start to move torturously slowly across her jaw, mapping a path over to her neck.

she shifts pointedly in his lap again. “i wish you’d hurry up, though.”

she can feel his lips curve into a smile against the side of her throat. “i thought we were doing something special.”

“this is your idea of special?” she demands, balking up at the ceiling. “driving me out of my mind?”

“is that not special?” nate murmurs, teeth scraping ever so lightly against the sensitive skin of her collarbone. “it just... feels like you’re enjoying it, that’s all.”

she scoffs, winding her fingers a little more firmly into his hair. nate’s eyes are dark and fond when he lifts his head to smile crookedly at her. “you’re an awful tease.”

“i do what i can,” nate grins, tilting back up to capture his lips with hers again. even at this angle he’s so much larger than her, the breadth of his body covering hers despite her position of control. it’s a reminder that he could easily flip her over and pin her to the couch, if he wanted -- but he doesn’t, letting her decide how they do this even if he’s given her little input when it coms to setting the pace.

“we could go to my room,” she suggests, apropos of nothing. she’s panting, now, between each kiss. “like -- immediately.”

“what’s the rush?” nate asks, “it’s not like we have to work tomorrow.” his fingers push up beneath her shirt at what feels like a glacial pace, dragging across the bare skin at her back. “we could do this all night.”

“not if you ever want to get laid again, we can’t.” the sharp bark of nate’s laugh is loud enough to almost startle her onto the floor; strong hands keep her from toppling over and yank her in closer, still, above him.

“well... i’d hate for you to follow through on that threat.” he stares at her, smiling warmly, for what’s probably a full minute before leaning in to kiss her sweetly again, lips moving casually against hers. “but won’t you be cold without the fire?”

“we could also just move to the floor,” she suggests, her impatience worsening. “i’m really not picky.”

“there’s an idea,” nate hums, eyeing the stretch of carpet beside the fire from over her shoulder. his smile spreads. “as long as it’s still special for you.”

she rolls her eyes at him. “every day with you is special,” she says, more sincerely than she means to. she blinks as she realizes the truth in the words and the weight they suddenly hold, making her weirdly emotional.

to be fair, she’s never felt this way about anyone, before. so it is sort of monumental to acknowledge.

nate doesn’t brush it off like she was hoping he would. the look in his eyes grows ever more tender and adoring, his expression softening as he lifts one hand to brush hair out of her face and cup her cheek. “i feel the same way,” he murmurs, “i feel so lucky just to know you.”

she sways forward, clutching his shoulders. it’ll probably never stop feeling spectacular, hearing him say something so open like that. “i love you, nate.”

“and i love you,” he answers, dragging his knuckles along her jaw until he can bump them affectionately under her chin. “come on. let’s take this to your room.”

she scrambles up so quickly it’s almost a match for his speed, tugging him through the doorway towards the bed with all the strength she has.

#nate sewell #the wayhaven chronicles #nate sewell x detective #not choices #myfic #long post #MISS TORI HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYY #i hope you love this queen ❤️ and i hope you know what a special and wonderful person you are #you deserve the world and then some and i love you !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#i hope you have the best day ever queen #💕💗💕💗💕💗💕💗#i'm just so glad we're close bc u are such a good friend and such a light in my life #love u tori :') have the best day/month/year birthday queen

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garfinkelstingle · 2 years

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social media au | timothee chalamet

pairing: timothee chalamet x celebrity!reader

a/n: these are so much fun to make lol. i'm not even a timothee fan but i liked the idea so here it is. hope you enjoy <3 feel free to send in celebrity and face claim requests ;) feeling very inspired atm lol

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram a never needy, ever lovely jewel 🧡

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romeestrijd my bestie best bestie <3

yourinstagram no sorry, mine's better ;)

yourfan27 the short hair looks soo good on you we stan!!!!

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zendaya gorgeous ❤️

yourinstagram love & miss u z ❤️

winnieharlow back at it with them taytay caps i see

yourinstagram was i ever not?

yourfan93 timothee is literally so lucky you look like an actual angel i mean???? bloody gorgeous

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tchalamet "i say that's my baby and i'm proud"

yourinstagram i've trained you well 🥺

dazed

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dazed tchalamet shot by d.avit for the cover of the march/april issue of dazed magazine 📸

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yourinstagram wowza 😻

timmyfan26 excuse me sir but i'm pretty sure that it's illegal to be this good looking

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yourfan48 nothing will ever be funnier to me then y/n simping for timmy as if there's no tomorrow

yourinstagram i can't help it if he just looks so fine all the time 😭

timmyfan14 call me whatever you want just cALL ME PLEASE

diorbeauty

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diorbeauty sending warm birthday wishes to our global ambassador yourinstagram. may your day (and life!) be filled with love and laughter.

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yourinstagram thank you ❤️ can't wait to see what the future has in store for us!

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yourfan28 holy shit holy shit holy shit i was not prepared for this she's so beautiful i literally can't

yourfan74 how gorgeous do you want to look? y/n: yes

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram thank you all for the birthday wishes!!!! and thank you for being the best gift of them all 🤎

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yourfan94 when i got a notification that y/n posted i expected a selfie or maybe even a picture of her cake but i did not expect her to post a picture of her man with the caption of all captions... how am i supposed to ever recover?

florencepugh ha, looking good timmy chamalamabingbong

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zendaya is that my jacket? 😂

tchalamet it used to be...

yourfan15 once again happiest of birthdays to the queen of all queens!!!! love you so much y/n!!!!!

yourinstagram thank u so much! love u too <3

tchalamet it's a good thing i didn't get you a gift then

yourinstagram yes, well, forever with you is more than i could ever ask for anyways ❤️

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram MET🗽

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yourfan94 OH MY GOD IS THIS WHAT I THINK IT IS?????

yourfan36 i'm sorry are y/n and timmy engaged???? i mean i'm not crazy right this looks like an engagement ring???

timmyfan78 it does doesn't it?????? if they are i'm so happy for them they seem so good for each other 🥺

candiceswanepoel gorgeous gorgeous girl ♥️

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romeestrijd actual loml

tchalamet i'm sorry she's mine forever

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timmyfan76 i know all everyone cares about is the ring (as do i) but can we just take a moment to appreciate how stunning she looked in that dress tonight? definitely one of the best dressed!!!

tchalamet

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tchalamet my summer sun forever 💛

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yourfan82 the taylor swift caption 😭

timmyfan93 can we take this as an official engagement announcement? because i'm taking it as an official engagement announcement.

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zendaya y/n is looking really happy, but i'm afraid it might be because of the pasta and not you...

yourinstagram it's a little bit of both hahaha

florencepugh congrats idiots. took you long enough.

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timmyfan06 i truly live for the content these two keep giving us

timmyfan27 congrats you two ❤️ i'm so glad you've found each other!!!!

yourinstagram love you my, my, my lover 💗

tchalamet love you to the moon and to saturn 🪐

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chal-latte · 2 years

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we are in Spain without the S with school right?? I hope you are having a wonderful day. I want it to leave a lil inspo for timmy au, we love Taylor Swift so it might be like a full lyric thing but also y/n being surprised by tim for her birthday and now him dedicating Taylor’s lyrics to her. Can you notice my love for them??? 💀🥺😮‍💨 thank u so much <33 ily

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enews attended the premiere night of y/n l/n’s (@y/i/n) new movie as her plus one, timothee chalamet (@tchalamet) made a romantic gesture to confess his love to his girlfriend in front of the crowd. it is said that he even gave her a pre-birthday gift. we wonder what that is? (📸: instagram)

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fanpage11 hes such a romantic

fanpage27 i want a timothee in my life please

fanpage19 I WAS THERE AND I THINK HE GAVE HER A JEWELRY

↪️ enews a ring perhaps?

↪️ fanpage19 im not really sure

fanpage28 imagine if he really gave her a ring😭😭😭 on her ring finger😭😭😭

fanpage39 a true gentleman❤️

fanpage78 i heard he made a touching speech and like said his gratitudes for having her in his life

fanpage18 it was truly beautiful! sadly we weren’t allowed to record/take pictures so that was a lucky steal

tchalamet

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tchalamet swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover, happy birthday angel face

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roses_are_rosie happy birthday @y/i/n 🖤

y/i/n making me cry on my birthday is not cool at all chalamet

↪️ tchalamet i’ll kiss ur tears away

vogueparis joyeux anniversaire à notre grande étoile y/n

fanpage40 THE CAUSE OF MY DEATH: THAT COMMENT

petedavidson big B! 💥🎂❤️

fanpage30 HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEEEEEEEEEN

evanmock birthday killaaaa

fanpage39 shes so perfect😭😭 have a blissful day you two!

pauline.chalamet happiest birthday y/n❤️❤️

↪️ y/i/n i love you sister!!! ❤️🌹

fanpage60 y/n calling pauline her sister🥺😭😭💘😭💘

pharrell lots of love for you both

fanpage50 I LOVE BIRTHDAYS AND HER’S IS MY FAVE HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY MUSE @y/i/n

niallhoran i miss you silly girl! happy birthday xx

fanpage58 theyre extremely in love 😭😭 when will it be my turn😭😭😭

dunemovie happy birthday to our usul’s sihaya in real life 🖤

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y/i/n

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y/i/n his initial on a chain round my neck

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frankiesbikinis happy birthday to our brand ambassador! ❤️ we love you y/n

tchalamet 🔐

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fanpage30 THATS THE PRE BDAY GIFT I PRESUME??? CUS RN THEYRE SOMEWHERE IN AN ISLAND AND THAT MUST BE ONE OF THE MAIN GIFT NO???

↪️ y/i/n bingo🤣

↪️ fanpage30 IOBMGGOD OHMYGOD SHE ANSWERED ME OH FUCK HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I WISH I CAN MEET U I WANNA HUG U AND GIVE MY LOVE TO U

fanpage67 im wearing his initial on my neck too😂

oliviarodrigo NOT BCS HE OWNS ME

↪️ y/i/n BUT CUS HE RLY KNOWS ME

↪️ oliviarodrigo girl u whipped asf

florajensen my soulmate <3🎂

fanpage17 I THINK THAT LOCKET IS LOCKED?? SO IT HAS TO BE OPENED BY A KEY???

↪️ fanpage49 WAIT I NOTICED TIMOTHEE WAS WEARING A NEW PENDANT ON HIS CHAIN- AND IT LOOKED LIKE A KEY👀👀

jessicachastain happy birthday girl❤️

↪️ y/i/n thank you momma🥺

deuxmoi queen🥳

michaelbjordan LIL SIS BDAY🎉

↪️ michaelbjordan also is that the locket he custom made for you?

↪️ y/i/n 😁😁😁

fanpage49 im in bali rn and i have a gift for you y/n🥺 i hope i can bump into u and give ur gift

tommy.dorfman you beautiful soul, such a beautiful couple✨🦋🧚‍♀️🔮💘 10 more hours then we’re gonna celebrate ur BIRTH day 💖

anguscloud birthday fam

loriharvey hey im ur number one fan and i’ll give you the biggest present ever

↪️ y/i/n BABY😭 COME HERE

fanpage78 SHE HAS THE LOCK AND HE HAS THE KEY BRB CRYING

dojacat SEE U SOON 😈

fanpage78 WHERE R THEY GOING R THEY GOING TO VISIT Y/N AND TIM????

↪️ fanpage55 it seems like it

fanpage16 I CANT😭U GUYS R MEANT TO BE

#vogueparis -> happy birthday to our big star y/n #I HOPE THISLL DO THANK U FOR THIS INSPO LOVE #made these captions w the help of my friend obvi #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet imagine #paul atreides #paul atreides imagine #instagram au #timothee chalamet imagines #timothee chalamet au #imagine #timothee

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gogolstoelicker · 2 years

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Hey it’s my birthday is the same as vil so how would vil act with a mc who is the exact opposite of them , like only interested in skincare and natural beauty? And they have the same birthday!

Note: •HAPPY BIRTHDAY‼️‼️ I HOPE YOU HACE A BRIGHT YEAR AHEAD

•and uh im sorry if i got both wrong(character and mc)🙏‼️

Vil Schoenheit

Vil is very fixated and obsessed with maintaining a beautiful appearance. He acts dignified and magnificent, suitable that of a queen. He is also very much a neat-freak.

Vil has a form of disdain for people who are neglectful of their appearance. He also dislikes the idea if wishing for something to present itself, as he believes that true hard work can lead you to your goals.

So how will he react when he meets someone the complete opposite of him?

well i mean at least u fit the bare minimum of his standards?🤷‍♀

you have clear skin and is naturally beautiful, so vil might go 🤨😒like um miss gurl, why are u not putting any efforts in that appearance of urs???

he's really passive aggressive at first

well since u guys are the total opposite, u guys might clash a little in the beginning?

since vil acts like this

and you act like:

so yeah don't be surprised if you guys clashed a little‼️

vil is the type to be strict abt his appearance and works hard for it

and u just apply some skincare and call it a day🤔

and we all know how much vil dislikes that kind of behavior

but if you guys are not close, he might just judge from afar

bc why waste ur beauty🤨u could work hard on it and be even more beautiful

but if u guys somehow got close? hoooboy

get ready for that epel 2.0 training session💪‼️

but not too bad since he is a new man🙏‼️

ofc he wouldn't make u wear too much makeup at first

its mostly just light makeup or just putting om the base so u won't get too shocked or uncomfortable with the new change

but as time went on, vil will encourage u to experiment with wearing more makeup etc‼️

he doesn't really mind if u don't act as dignified or as magnificent as he is, as long as you're a little polite and won't ruin your own reputation, he's fine with it

happy-go-lucky like kalim? sure yeah

a shut-in genius like idia? ok

mysterious and intimidating like malleus? right yeah sure

he's fine with it so dw‼️

but don't get him started on how messy u are

he usually scolds u abt it and help u while also making u clean urself

when he found out u guys have the same birthday, he have this smug feeling

beautiful people are born on this day what can he say🤞⁉️ u guys are living proof of that

when your birthdays came by, he makes it his duty to make u look the prettiest you've ever been

might even have a sleepover the day before so u guys can have do your skincare together

and also ur own personal spa day to shine tomorrow‼️

the people who attend the birthday surprise might get blinded by both of your beauty

overall, a powerful duo once y'all break the ice💪👊💥

#twst wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #vil shoenheit #twst vil #vil x reader #kinda?#vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit x mc #vil schoenheit x you

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fangirl-writes · 3 years

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Pop Culture

Benny Weir x Reader

Request: hey i hope ur doing well! would u be able to do a benny x fem!reader where she’s really popular and has a crush on him and isn’t shy about it. benny likes her a lot too but he’s scared that she’ll just end up leaving him for another popular kid. so she makes multiple public declarations as well as takes him on a string of extravagant dates to show him how much she truly likes him.

Warning(s): none. A lot of star wars references. Like. A LOT.

Notes: I am doing fine thank you! Sorry for taking so long with this one. This was cute. I got a little side tracked from the main request and just went all in with the star wars theme, I’m so sorry.

Y/N L/N was one of the most popular girls in school. That was undoubtable. She was a cheerleader, head of the prom committee, former homecoming queen, and her parents were one of the richest people in town.

But the fact that she had the biggest crush on Benny Weir, resident star wars lover, science wiz, and all around huge geek? Unbelievable.

Extremely unbelievable in Benny’s opinion, even if she had grown up in the house across the street from him.

And Y/N wasn’t shy about her crush on him. In fact, she was very unsubtle about it.

She left him hoards of candy in his locker, hung a bouquet of roses for valentine’s day, and stood on a cafeteria table to wish him the grandest of happy birthdays.

“Benny!” She cooed as she walked down the hallway with some of her other friends, who were currently rolling their eyes so far into the back of their heads that the nerd squad thought they might get stuck.

“Oh, no,” Benny said, a blush spreading across his cheeks as she approached him, Ethan, and Rory, leaving her posse behind.

“Benny, I rented out the entire movie theater for a star wars marathon this weekend, if you’re free?” She asked.

Benny could barely concentrate on what she said because of how close she was. He could smell her sugary perfume and see the school fluorescents shining in her pretty (e/c) eyes.

He stumbled over his words for a minute before spitting out, “Can’t! Already got plans with Ethan, can’t back out, been planning it for months, years, a whole decade. Can’t miss it.”

“We have?”

Benny elbowed Ethan in the ribs.

“Oh. Right, those plans. Yeah.”

You frowned, looking disappointed. “Oh. Okay.”

Your smile returned for a minute. “Can we reschedule then? Is tonight good for you?”

“Ah, well, you know what-”

The screech of the school bell interrupted him and he looked relieved.

“Well, look at that, saved by the bell! Sorry, Y/N, gotta get to class.” He took off down the hallway. It was the fastest Ethan had ever seen Benny run.

You turned to Ethan, looking more devastated than ever. “He hates me, doesn’t he?”

“Who? Benny?” he replied. “No. No, he doesn’t hate you.”

“Then why does he keep giving me excuses? The old Benny would straight up turn me down...” You said, crossing your arms and staring at the floor.

Ethan put a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, Benny absolutely doesn’t hate you. He’s just...nervous, I guess.”

“Nervous?” You echoed. “About what?”

“Well, you’re really popular and he’s...well, he’s Benny. He’s just afraid that you’re gonna leave him for someone like David Stachowski.”

You pulled a face. “Hairy Dave? No thanks. He’s dog.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” Ethan muttered.

“And you guys know I’m the same Y/N, right? Just because I run with a more popular crowd doesn’t mean I stopped liking nerdy things and stopped thinking about my nerdy friends.”

Ethan laughed. “It’s just a big change from how it used to be. You don’t have braces and a star wars backpack anymore.”

You returned the laugh, remembering how you used to be. “Well, I’ll just have to prove it to him. Will you help me?”

Ethan’s face contorted. “Ah, I don’t know...”

“Come on! Help me, Ethan Skywalker! You’re my only hope!”

Ethan sighed. You got him.

“Fine.”

“Yes!” You wrapped him in a hug. “Now let’s get to class!”

***

“Is everything ready?” You asked Ethan over the phone.

“Yeah, good on your end?” He replied.

“Yep. Movie theater is set. All up to you now.”

“On it.” He said before hanging up and shoving the phone in his pocket. He took a deep breath before bursting into Benny’s house and running up the stairs frantically.

“Benny!” Ethan shouted slamming his bedroom door open.

Benny let out a high pitched scream, falling from his desk chair onto the floor.

“They’ve got Y/N!”

“What?!” Benny bolted upright. “Who’s got Y/N?”

“A couple vampires out for revenge. They must have seen us talking at school the other day. They’ve got her trapped at the movie theater-”

“What are we waiting for?” Benny said, bolting out the door passed Ethan. “Let’s go! Grandma I’m taking the car!”

Ethan waved to Benny’s grandmother as he ran passed her, following Benny out the door.

He hoped this worked.

***

Benny parked the car and was about to run into the theater, guns blazing, but Ethan caught his elbow.

“Wait, wait, we can’t just burst in there! Look!” He said, pointing to the sign that read ‘Star Wars Original Trilogy Marathon - Tonight Only!’ People stood in a line out of the theater, dressed to impress in various Star Wars get ups.

Benny cursed. “Of course, the one time we need to get in there quickly they’re having a special screening.”

“We can use the side door,” Ethan said. “And here” - he handed Benny a storm trooper helmet - “we’ve gotta blend in or they’ll see us coming.”

Benny groaned. “They could be sucking her dry right now!”

“They want us, not her. And Y/N is not helpless. And I’ve got Erica and Sarah already in there scoping the place.”

“You called them before me!”

“They’re vampires!”

Benny just grumbled and put the helmet on, crossing his arms.

Ethan rolled his eyes. “Put on the costume and let’s go.”

***

Ethan and Benny snuck through the side door, dressed fully in storm trooper get up.

“This sucks, E. I can’t see a thing in this helmet.”

“What do you want from me, B?” Ethan retorted.

He suddenly let out a gasp and turned to Ethan. “Oh my god, E. This is a New Hope. I’m Han, you’re Luke, and Y/N is Leia. Yes! This is like my perfect dream.”

Ethan groaned. “I wish I could argue with you.”

“Ethan, Benny!”

The two turned to see Sarah and Erica running their way.

“What’re you guys doing here?” Ethan asked.

“What?” Benny turned to Ethan. “You called them, right?”

“Uh-”

“There’s a bunch of vampires here. Some of Jesse’s old friends that want revenge for his death.” Sarah explained.

“They’ve got the whole place on lockdown. They’re planning on locking all the star wars nerds in here and feasting.” Erica said.

“Oh my god, this is exactly like Star Wars!” Benny gushed.

“Yeah, okay, Han Solo, chill.” Ethan said. “But that does give me an idea. Where are they hiding?”

***

Erica scowled as Ethan and Benny led them up the stairs like prisoners. “I never agreed to being Chewbacca.”

“Shh. No choice.” Ethan retorted before pushing open the door to the control room.

There were three vampires sitting in there, they were staring out the small window, watching the movie before turning to the now open door.

“Who are you? And what have you here?” One of them sneered.

“We’re with you. Had to dress up to blend in. Caught these two trying to pull the fire alarm. Thought you might want to deal with them.”

Erica hissed at them and the leader, grabbed her by the chin. “Such a pretty face. Shame we’ll have to kill you.”

Erica kneed him in the crotch, making him groan.

“Look out! They’re loose!” Benny quoted, letting go of Sarah’s arms so that she could assist in beating the crap out of the three of them.

It was a good thing that Star Wars was a rather loud movie or the crowd might have been alarmed by all of the noise.

“All right, you scum,” Benny said, grabbing one that was barely conscious. “Where’s Y/N?”

“Benny-”

“Tell me!”

“Benny!”

“What?” Benny yelled at Ethan.

“They don’t have her. This was supposed to be a surprise for you. We were gonna find her in one of the empty rooms in the theater and then she was gonna take you to an empty theater and you two were gonna watch the marathon together. But now she’s alone in a room with a bunch of vampires around.”

“What?” Benny shouted. “For the love of- You go and get her, we’ll hold them here.”

“You mean we” - Erica gestured between her and Sarah - “will hold them.”

“Yeah, whatever, just go her!”

Benny pulled off the helmet and sighed.

“She really likes you, you know.” Sarah said.

“Come on,” Benny said with a bitter laugh. “Maybe right now, but once she gets me she’ll be off to the next guy in a week. That’s how they all are.”

“Not Y/N.” Erica replied. “She doesn’t get around. Never has. Her last boyfriend was a dick so if she’s pursuing you, she must really like you.”

Benny sighed. “Yeah, I know. I’m just scared. We kinda run in two different circles now, you know?”

“And you can’t overlap? According to what? The rules of high school? The world isn’t so black and white, Benny.” Sarah encouraged.

****

Ethan rushed down the hallway, looking on the door numbers for 2187 (a number you had modified for the surprise).

“Yes!” Ethan said, reaching the door. He quickly pulled it open to find you laying there on a table, decked out in an impressive Princess Leia costume. It looked like you’d fallen asleep.

“Y/N!” He called and you sat up.

“Aren’t you a little short for a stormtrooper?” You said cheekily. “Where’s Benny?”

Ethan rolled his eyes, pulling off his helmet. “No time!”

“Come on, say the line!”

“What? No, you don’t understand-”

“Ethan! Say the line!” You whined.

He sighed. “I’m Ethan Skywalker, I’m here to rescue you.”

You grinned broadly. “Thank you.”

“But seriously, I’m rescuing you. There are vampires here, and we need to get back to Benny, Sarah, and Erica.

“What?” You shouted, processing the information.

“Sarah and Erica are vampires. Good ones. But there are evil ones here that are planning on sucking the souls out of everyone in the theater and we’ve got to get them and you out of here.”

“What? Where’s Benny?”

“Come on!” Ethan encouraged and, just like the movie, you ran out first despite not knowing where you were going.

***

You met back up with Benny, Sarah, and Erica in the hallway, as they were backed against the wall with more vampires on the way.

“Where are they all coming from?” Sarah said, spraying a holy water gun and knocking one down.

“I don’t know but I know for sure we can’t get out that way.” Benny said.

“Looks like you cut off our only escape route. All the doors are that way!” You replied.

“Oh, I’m sorry, perhaps you'd like it back in your cell, Princess Leia!” Benny bit back at you sarcastically.

“Ethan, are the sprinklers still lined with holy water?”

“I don’t know. I never did anything to take it out.”

“Let’s give it a try!” Erica said, pulling out her lighter and holding it up to the sprinkler above her head, covering herself with her leather jacket and Sarah holding up an umbrella she had been using as a weapon.

The water almost immediately started spraying out, setting off the fire alarm and soaking the vampires attacking you, burning and hissing all the way down.

“What is your problem?” You hissed at Benny.

“Well, we wouldn’t be cornered if you hadn’t lured me here! And by using Ethan! I feel betrayed!”

“Oh, I’m sorry for trying to prove to you that I like you!”

“Ha! If you really liked me you wouldn’t have become so popular! Leaving your real friends to rot in geek town!”

“That wasn’t my fault! I did what I liked! You guys are the ones who thought I needed to change just because I did similar activities to the other rich kids!”

“Guys!” Ethan interrupted. “Not the time! We need a way out. Now.”

“Oh for the love of-” You rolled your eyes and opened up the trash cute. “Everybody in!”

“Ew. Do we have to go full star wars?” Sarah asked.

“Would you rather chance the holy water river?” You replied, pointing to the floor that was slowly filling up with more water.

“Good point. Let’s go!”

Sarah entered first, followed by Erica, then Ethan, then you, then Benny.

You all were spit out into the dumpster that was full of candy wrappers, old popcorn, and soda cups.

Erica toppled into Sarah and Ethan rammed into her. You managed to avoid their collision only to have Benny slam into you from behind.

You all groaned at the impact and rolled around for a minute, picking popcorn and sticky candy out of your hair and clothes.

“Oh, I’m gonna need a shower.” Ethan groaned.

“After this I think you all deserve a spa.” You said. “I’ll buy.”

“You better.”

“Well, that was not how I foresaw this night going,” You said, standing up with the others and pulling a candy wrapper out of your hair.

Benny stood up, picking garbage off his clothes, and let out a chuckle. “What? Did you think that I was gonna give in just because of your big gesture?”

You turned on him with fiery eyes. “Would you just get it through your thick skull? I like you, okay? I’m not gonna break up with you in a week, I’m not gonna cheat on you, I’m not gonna try to convert you to a jock. Benny I’ve liked you since third grade! I just got enough confidence to tell you and you keep avoiding me every chance you get! If you don’t like me would you just tell me? It would save me a lot of time and money!”

“Not that that would be a problem for you, rich girl!”

“Well, I’m sorry my parents are wealthy! I’m sorry you live with your grandmother and not in a mansion! We’re different but quit painting me as the villain in your pathetic hero story!”

You both were fuming at each other. Erica, Sarah, and Ethan were standing with wide eyes watching this go down.

“Well, maybe if you had just stuck with your real friends we wouldn’t be in this situation!”

“I did! You guys are the ones who treated me like I’d been converted to a cult!”

“Not much different!”

“What is your problem with popular people? You have some sort of nerd code that says you can’t get along with them? Weren’t you the one who was friends with David Stachowski?”

“That’s a different story! He chose us!”

“So did I!”

“No. You didn’t choose us, you chose to have sleepovers with the cheerleaders and go to country club parties and be homecoming queen!”

“I can have more than one group of friends, you know? But do you know who I had hoped would be there for me when I needed it? You guys. Ethan was. You’re the one who keeps running away from me!”

“Well, I’m sorry I think I’m not good enough for you!”

“You’ve always been good enough for me!”

“Well, then I guess I’m saying yes!”

“To what?”

“Everything. All of it. Every date you’ve asked me on, every invitation to a dance, every declaration of love. Yes. I love you. Yes.”

Tears were in your eyes now and you threw yourself into his arms, burying your face into his neck.

Benny hugged you back, as tightly as he could without hurting you.

“You smell like garbage,” you whispered.

He laughed. “So do you.”

Suddenly there was clapping from behind you.

You turned to see Erica slow-clapping. “Well, as much fun and as that rom-com moment was. Can we get out of the dumpster now?”

And you did.

It was safe to say your Leia dress was probably ruined, but you would probably keep it anyway.

Benny held your hand all the way to the car.

You hoped this was the start of something wonderful.

#benny weir x reader #benny weir imagine #my babysitter's a vampire #my babysitter's a vampire imagine #my babysitter's a vampire x reader

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cloudywriter · 3 years

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promposals

rowaelin month - september 1st

prompt: i just realized i’m desperately in love with you

hey guys!! it’s finally rowaelin month and i’m literally so excited you have no idea. sadly, i don’t have time to do every day but i’ll do as many as i can. i can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with. happy writing/reading! (this is just some straight fluff)

masterlist, AO3

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The school was abuzz, anticipation hung thick in the hallways during each passing period. It had been that way for a week or so now with prom on the horizon. Everyone was constantly on high alert for the next promposal, most desperately hoping it would be their own. Girls hung around their lockers inconspicuously for far longer than necessary and boys tried to play it cool while secretly fretting over who to ask and how to do it.

Rowan was over it pretty quickly, but he’d likely have to suffer through the next month of promposal after promposal. Today was no different, there was an asking in the parking lot before school, one in his first-period English class, another in the hallway after. He couldn’t escape it.

Thankfully, Rowan wasn’t quite as grumpy as he used to be due to a certain blonde worming into his life a few years ago but he was still Rowan. Sullen and reserved as ever. That fateful blonde being the only one to draw him from his shell.

Rowan sighed, aimlessly scrolling around on his phone. It was the passing period before his 3rd-period class, AP Biology, and Rowan was leaning against Aelin’s locker.

Aelin always stopped by her locker after her photography class to put her camera away and then they’d head to class together. It was their routine, the same every day. Not yet broken during their entire senior year which was quickly coming to a close. That was a subject Rowan didn’t want to broach though.

He cleared his head of those unsavory thoughts. Rowan could tell yet another proposal was gearing up, Ilias came around the corner holding a poster board in one hand and a bouquet of assorted flowers in the other. At that moment too, Aelin turned the corner, giving Rowan a small smile as she hurried towards him.

Rowan’s cold resting face tugged into a smirk as she approached her already open locker. Rowan always took it upon himself to open it for her in advance, Aelin tended to fumble with the locks that required a specific number combination and artful twisting.

As Aelin stored away her camera and shut her locker door with a thud, a gasp down the hallway had them both turning around.

Ansel was there, her hand cupping her mouth, clearly unsuspecting of Ilias and his proposal. They both watched as Ansel excitedly agreed to prom with Ilias and took the flowers from his outstretched hand, pulling him into a hug.

Aelin turned her attention away from the happy couple and began to walk towards their next class, Rowan following suit. They progressed for a bit in silence until Aelin spoke up.

“I hope Chaol asks me to prom soon,” she confessed.

Rowan almost choked, that single sentence baffling him. “Chaol?” He asked incredulously.

“Or Dorian,” Aelin shrugged, crossing her arms in front of her. Rowan was suddenly feeling very panicked, like a fish that had accidentally discovered land, flopping around in search of water in a frenzy. To say he felt confused was an understatement. Rowan hadn’t given prom much of his brainpower. He hadn’t even considered asking anyone. He’d just assumed he’d go with Aelin. Why would he have thought otherwise? They did everything together; he’d expected prom would be no different.

When they sat down at their blacktop table in biology Rowan silently floundered as he tried to think over this revelation. Why would Aelin want to go with someone else? Usually, before class started, he and Aelin would joke around until the teacher told them it was time to reel it in but today Rowan stared ahead, picking at the skin of his thumb. A nervous tick he’d developed throughout high school.

Should he ask someone else then? He couldn’t even think of anyone else he tolerated enough to spend the night with. Maybe Lyria? She was nice enough, always sharing her notes with him in English when he was too busy with lacrosse to do the reading. She was quiet, soft-spoken. Absolutely nothing like the girl sat next to him. That thought made him frown. Remelle? No, he could barely stand Remelle, but he knew she liked him so at least she’d definitely say yes.

Rowan was pretty much out of luck. Aelin and his friend group were to whom his time was devoted to, he didn’t branch out much beyond them.

He thought of Aelin all dressed up, maybe in a golden gown that catered to her love of theatrics. Possibly in a deep green that complemented her bright eyes and skin tone. He imagined her with her hair loosely curled and flowing down her back. The delicate, golden Kingsflame silhouette necklace he’d gotten her for her 18th birthday clasped around her neck. It was easy for Rowan to conjure up that image but he couldn’t picture her looking like that and holding onto Chaol’s arm. It felt so intensely wrong to even consider it.

It was always him. He always imagined her with him. They were a package deal in Rowan’s mind, but apparently not in Aelin’s.

Aelin seemed to be catching onto Rowan’s internal dilemma. Throughout the duration of the class, he could feel her watching him out of the corner of her peripheral, trying to gauge what could be wrong. She stayed quiet though and dutifully continued her notes that mostly consisted of a collection of small doodles. Rowan couldn’t help but watch and wonder how she truly felt about him.

For the rest of the school day, Rowan pretty much blew Aelin off. He sat between Lorcan and Fenrys at lunch instead of the 2 seats on the right side of the circular table that always housed Aelin and himself. He told her not to wait up in the stands during his lacrosse practice and to head home on her own instead. He could tell she was confused maybe even a little hurt but Rowan couldn’t bring himself to push aside his mass of feelings that had him acting strange.

He wasn’t even completely sure what was wrong with himself. The thought of Aelin accompanying another guy to prom shouldn’t affect him like it was; they were only best friends nothing more. She had free reign to go with whoever she wanted and she could get whoever, Aelin was a beautiful girl he wasn’t blind to that. He’d just thought it’d be him.

All throughout lacrosse practice, Rowan was distracted, missing the ball or the goal when he had it, a stark difference from his usual skill. His coach had already pulled him aside once and asked if he was feeling okay only to be given a grunted yeah before putting him back in. He only grew more upset with Aelin as he pondered the day’s events instead of keeping his head in the game. Some part of him knew it was irrational but he couldn’t help it. Why wouldn’t she want to share one of their last big moments of high school together?

And that’s how he continued to feel as he made the short drive home with his hefty lacrosse bag weighing down his shoulder and his school bag heavy on his back. When he finally entered the home he sighed, the scent of his mother’s cooking filling his nostrils. Honestly, he’d rather stay up in his room and stew than sit through family dinner right now but he knew it’d only prompt more questions from his parents. So he dropped his things by the door much to his mother’s chagrin and collapsed into one of the dining table’s chairs.

“Feeling alright, son?” His father’s silver brow rose, already catching on to his foul mood.

“Yeah, just tired,” Rowan confirmed, taking a sip of water.

His mother entered then, a dish of pasta cupped between her oven mitts that she placed in the center of the table. “How was practice?” She asked sweetly, stripping her hands of their cover and sitting down.

“It was fine.”

Rowan’s mother and father exchanged a look between themselves. He was normally much more talkative, always giving them updates on school, on plays they’d done during practice, on Aelin. Rowan chose to ignore their concerned expressions and instead served himself a helping of dinner silently.

His phone buzzed then from inside the pocket of his shorts. Rowan pulled it out to check the message and frowned at the screen.

fire-breathing b queen👑 : r u okay?

He stuck his phone back into his pocket instead of typing a reply and forced himself to eat the rest of his dinner. He only half-listened to his parents’ conversation about their days and what was going on in his dad’s office. Rowan knew he was stewing again, falling into a spiral of uncertainty.

“Rowan, honey, are you sure you’re okay?” His mother pressed, worry lining her brow.

Rowan’s lips formed a thin line. No, he wasn’t okay.

In a split-second decision, Rowan decided he was done dancing around whatever was going on between him and Aelin. “I need to go,” Rowan said suddenly, standing up from his chair that loudly scraped across the floor. His parents looked surprised by his outburst but didn’t stop him as he grabbed his keys from the little table by the front entrance and left.

Rowan didn’t even need to look at the road to know the way to Aelin’s house. The route was in his bones now and within a few minutes he was pulling up in front of her large white house. He hopped out of his truck, not even bothering to lock the doors before he pounded on her green-painted front door.

The door opened with a squeak and he saw Aelin standing there in one of her nightgowns that drove Rowan absolutely mad.

“You’re not going to prom with Chaol,” he rasped, pushing the hair falling on his forehead back with his hand.

“Huh?” Aelin was clearly confused as to why Rowan had come knocking at her door without preamble.

“You’re not going with him,” Rowan once again declared, standing his ground, ready to get everything off his chest before he lost the courage.

“Ro, I don’t get what you’re going on about. He hasn’t even asked me and if he doesn’t ask me I don’t know who’d I go with,” she admitted, her hand still holding the door open and her mouth in a serious line.

Rowan surges forward at that, gripping both of Aelin’s hands in his own. “You’d go with me, Aelin. I want you to go with me,” he pleaded with her, lifting her hands up to his chest. “Aelin,” he continued, “I don’t want to go with anyone else but you. I want to do everything with you, go everywhere with you. Gods, Aelin, you’re like my reason to breathe, to get up in the morning.”

“Row-” Aelin tried to interrupt, her blue eyes going wide.

“No, just let me finish, I- I know that sounds crazy and I know it’s so out of the blue and you didn’t expect me to show up outside your door like this and start professing my feelings,” Rowan was rambling now he knew. Everything he wanted to say to her was running through his mind like a freight train so much so he struggled to express it. The words were jumbled in his mind as if they were a bowl of alphabet soup in a blender. He just needed her to know how he felt.

“I- I just, I thought about you going to prom with Chaol or some other guy all damn day and I hated it. Gods, I couldn’t figure out why I hated it so much, it just it- it felt so wrong. Fireheart, I want you to be with me. Gods, I think I’m so desperately in love with you I’m going to combust or something.” Rowan was getting flustered now, he knew his face was burning and he was sweating, maybe from the humidity or maybe from the sheer weight of what he was confessing to his best friend. “Rowan,” Aelin started once again, her face contorted in pure shock.

“I know you might not feel the same Aelin, I knew I came here risking that, and if you don’t feel the same-”

“Rowan!” Aelin said with more force, bringing her hands to cup his face. “Listen to me,” she pleaded.

Rowan stopped trying to fight her and looked at her. He felt as though his stomach might fall out. His nerves were so intense as he stared into Aelin’s golden-ringed eyes.

“You’re just so fucking stupid,” Aelin breathed.

Rowan’s brow furrowed, he certainly hadn’t expected her to say that. “Wha-” he began.

He couldn’t even finish his thought before Aelin’s lips descended upon his own. She cradled his face in her hands as her soft lips moved against his in a slow rhythm. Rowan’s brain stalled and struggled to catch up with what the hell was happening.

He just knew this felt right, this felt so gods-damn right.

His hands were loosely wrapped around her wrists and they traveled lightly over her arms and moved to rest on her back and pull her into him.

Her body molded against his own. It felt like the final bit of a 50,000 piece puzzle had finally fallen into place after years of pouring over it. Rowan kissed Aelin back with just as much fever, desperate to keep her lips on his own. He brushed his tongue along the seam of her lips and she pulled back.

They both stood there, gulping down air as they stared at each other trying to navigate this unimaginable revelation.

“You’re- you’re not going to prom with Chaol, right?” Rowan finally managed to ask.

“No,” Aelin breathed. “I’ll go with you, I’ll always go with you.”

Their lips met once again.

~~~

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can you dig it? (m) [kim doyoung & kim jungwoo]

summary: post concert highs can be a real bummer, and tonight, after a particularly intense performance, your boyfriends help you come down.

pairing: kim doyoung x kim jungwoo x fem!reader

genre: poly!au, 70s!au, band!au, smut, fluff

warnings: drug usage (weed specifically), mentions of other substances (lsd and cocaine), shotgunning, established poly relationship, soft dom jungwoo, mentioned switch jungwoo, hard dom doyoung, sub reader, high sex, sex on a water bed!!, unprotected sex, spit kink, they're all so sweaty help, mxm, degradation kink, praise kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, minor possessiveness

song recs: don’t stop - fleetwood mac // unlock it (feat. kim petras & jay park) - charli xcx // love her madly - the doors // ziggy stardust - david bowie // rhiannon - fleetwood mac // eclipse - kim lip (loona) // flick of the wrist - queen

word count: 5.4k

a/n: this is for my best friend, who i love with all my heart,bc last month we were talking abt the dowoo photoshoot and she said smth about high sex with dowoo. happy birthday queen <3 thank u for listening to me complain abt writing all the time :’)

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Friday, July 22rd, 1977

The concert hall smelled like cocaine and sweat, you noted to yourself as the three of you joined hands to bow. Cheers from the crowd bounced off of the walls as you bid them your final goodbye, wishing them a good night and telling them to drive safe. Still, their chanting persisted. "Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel!"

You wondered vaguely if this was what it was like to be a young god.

The curtain lowered, and the three of you were ushered offstage, to take some pictures and then head back to the hotel, to try and get some rest before you were off to Philadelphia, some five or so hours from where you were now: Boston.

Truthfully, everything passed in a blur. It was almost always like this after these concerts. The thrill and euphoria of performing made it difficult to focus on things. That might have also been because Jungwoo had passed you a joint before the concert. You couldn't be completely sure.

Your tambourine and guitar seemingly disappeared, but you knew it would show up tomorrow for soundcheck when you got to the Philadelphia venue, right along with Jungwoo's bass guitar and Doyoung's drum kit.

What you did know was that here, in the car back to the hotel that your manager was driving, lecturing you and Jungwoo about the importance of being sober when talking to reporters, Doyoung had a hand on your thigh, and that was all you could focus on.

Doyoung was high too. You knew this because ten minutes before you were needed on stage he pulled you forward by the hips and told you to take a few hits from the hand rolled joint and blow the smoke into his mouth. Of course, he wasn't as high as you and Jungwoo were, and he knew how to hide it better. But if you were to get close enough you'd notice the redness rimming his eyes, the dilation of his pupils.

The three of you were something, that was for sure. You had been, probably ever since Jungwoo joined the band, some eight years ago, in the fall of '69. You only really defined what you were once you got your first big hit thanks to some disc jockey in LA playing a song you had written, Calabasas, on the radio back in '73.

The song had blown up, and suddenly the three of you were whisked into a whirlwind of celebrities, drugs, paparazzi and producers who thought the three of you were born yesterday. Yes, you were college kids that ran on booze and weed, but you weren’t complete morons. That was when the three of you sat down to properly discuss boundaries, what slid and what didn’t.

You and your boys decided that night that weren’t down with the idea of everyone knowing. Too many prying eyes. The public didn’t really know, because the press would have a damn field day.

Other than that, it was a pretty open secret. In the industry, who was going around with who didn’t really matter—a lot of them were too off their face to even care. You realized that a few years back when David Bowie walked in on you watching Jungwoo and Doyoung get it on in a bathroom at some afterparty in New York City, and closed the door muttering something about how strong the edibles were.

So, what your manager said fell on deaf ears. Too much weed, too much adrenaline, too much energy for someone who needed to head back onto the road in a few hours.

When you finally got back to the hotel, Jungwoo grabbed your hand in the elevator on the way up to your rooms, which were right next to each other. "You said that your bed was really big… can we come up?"

You nodded, leaning against his arm. Doyoung hummed affectionately at the sight, noting how tired you both were.

"You two are about five seconds from passing out," Doyoung mumbled, and you waved your hand in denial.

"Are not," you protested like a child.

"Y/N, don't be a chump. I'm pretty sure if Woo weren't next to you, you'd have fallen over."

You didn't have the energy to counter, and as the elevator slid open, you were the first one to march out, ready to just take a cold shower and die for the next few hours.

Realistically, you knew that wasn't what would happen. What would happen was that you would shower, get into bed and then toss and turn for another hour or so. Only then would the adrenaline truly wear off. The weed didn't help, making you feel sleepy.

You unlocked the door, and Doyoung and Jungwoo gawked at the sight—and size—of your bed. It could probably fit all three of you easily.

Since only one room would spark rumors, the manager usually booked two: one for Doyoung and Jungwoo and one for you. Your room always went unused. Usually, you would have to push Doyoung's and Jungwoo's beds together to make enough room, leaving an awkward and uncomfortable dip for the person in the middle. Whoever got the middle was handed the terrible double edged sword: cuddles galore, but a sore back in the morning.

Immediately Jungwoo jumped onto the bed, gasping and immediately laughed gleefully as the bed sloshed underneath him.

"A water bed!?" He exclaimed, splaying out his limbs. "Oh, far out. You really lucked out, dollface."

He kicked off his shoes and curled up in the middle, eyes fluttering shut. You followed, sitting at the side as you peeled off your white leather go-go boots. Throwing yourself down next to him, you sighed at the sensation of waves beneath you, and nodded. "Oh, this is ace," You murmured, "Feels great."

Peeling one eye open as Jungwoo wrapped his arm around you, your gaze landed on Doyoung, who was still leaning against the wall. You beckoned him over with a hand. "C'mere, princey."

He made sure that the air conditioner was working before sitting down on the other side of Jungwoo, for which you were grateful. The still drying sweat on the back of your neck and on your chest started to cool instantly. You and Jungwoo giggled as Doyoung’s weight sent waves rippling beneath you.

"So, are you guys gonna sleep or what?" Doyoung asked, kicking his shoes off as well and peeling off his denim jacket. His eyes were still wide open and he didn't look tired at all. "I'm probably staying up a little later, I have some ideas for some lyrics I want to get down—"

"I would love to sleep. But I can't," Jungwoo declared before glancing knowingly at the both of you, "and neither can either of you."

You hummed in agreement. "Hmm, you're not wrong. Too much energy left."

You turned to bury your face into his chest. His forest green short-sleeved button up was only buttoned up halfway, easily revealing his collarbones. He smelled like pot, sweat, and designer cologne. His chest rumbled as he continued to speak.

"What about you, bunny boy? You can't tell me you don't still feel it."

"The weed or the concert jitters?" Doyoung's voice was raspy, cautious. He had a feeling he knew where this conversation was going. Once you and Jungwoo ganged up on him, it wouldn't take long to wear him down.

"Both," You and Jungwoo said in unison. You laughed at the sound. Doyoung chuckled as well, and you cracked your eyes open, despite how cozy you felt with Jungwoo stroking the skin of your nape.

"Well, the jitters are still there. That's why I'm staying up. As for the weed… well, yeah. I still feel it."

Jungwoo sighed. "How's the weed hitting you, though?"

"Honestly?" Doyoung's eyes met yours, and you felt something simmer in your chest. He huffed, deciding to take a bite of the apple, and leaned towards the both of you.

"The weed, plus watching you two perform… Safe to say I'm pretty fuckin' horny right now."

You bit your lip, giving him a sleepy grin. "Oh, Woo, we turned him on." The teasing tone wasn't missed despite the sleepiness in your tone.

"And what about it?" Doyoung asked, leaning back on his hands. "You can't say that watching Jungwoo do the thing doesn't get you going."

"I have a thing?"

"We all have a thing, Woo. Princey's over there is at the end of Mr. Jones' Motorcycle. You know, when he finishes the solo? He always throws his head back, because there's sweat and hair in his eyes. You can see his neck and shit..."

Jungwoo blinked. "Shit, that is his thing… What's mine?"

You raised an eyebrow at Doyoung. "His is the thing where he gets so into it that he throws his head back and plays, and still manages to get every bass note right, right?"

Doyoung nodded with a satisfied hum. "Gets you going, right?"

You brought a hand up to Jungwoo's chest, slowly sliding it down his stomach. Your voice lowered to a raspy murmur, and Jungwoo's hand tightened around your waist. "Damn right it does."

"And plus, you both have told me that watching me put together the drum kit is hot."

"'Cause it is!" Again you laughed as Jungwoo said the same thing you did.

"Jungwoo." Doyoung's voice sounded thicker. "You can't tell me that Y/N isn't an absolute vixen on stage."

"You're right," The younger man answered, voice gruff. His hand slid down, gripping your butt and giving it a light squeeze, before directing his words at you. "Oh! Y/N, your thing is when—you know how every time you play the transition from Calabasas to Saturn’s Rings you sway your hips and flip your hair back and forth? Sometimes you’ll look at me or at Doyoung while you do, and you looked at me tonight. You're a little tease up there, dollface."

Your breath hitched at their words. “Oh, yeah?” You goaded, cuddling further into Jungwoo’s chest. You let a coy smile grace your face as your eyes fluttered shut. “What do you want me to do about it?”

“Don’t be a brat,” Doyoung growled.

“No, Doie,” Jungwoo hummed. He suddenly sounded a lot more awake. “...What would you have her do about it?”

Your eyes fluttered open, swallowing despite the sudden dryness in your throat. Doyoung's pupils were still blown wide, but you were pretty sure it wasn't because of the weed. He licked his lips. "Princess, get on your knees."

Jungwoo prompted you up, pulling you up to stand at the side of the bed. Doyoung circled around the bed, before standing next to Jungwoo. Your gaze fluttered between your two boyfriends, one looking stern, the other looking like he was having the time of his life.

Quietly, you lowered yourself to kneel on the plush carpet, fingers gripping the silver fabric of your dress' skirt to hike it up, so that you wouldn't kneel on it. Your hands itched to reach for them but you knew you needed to ask for permission. "Can I touch you?"

Doyoung smiled, reaching for his belt. "There's our good girl," He said. Your mouth was already watering embarrassingly as you helped him undo his belt, pulling him out of his boxers. He was already half hard, and as you lifted your hand to spit in it, someone grabbed you gently by the rest. Jungwoo leaned over, turning your hand to reveal your palm to him. His eyes seemed to burn into yours as he let his spit fall into the palm of your hand. You felt your legs close, thighs trying to rub together at the sight.

"Go on," Jungwoo murmured, using a hand on your jaw to move your head. Your eyes fell on Doyoung's cock again, slowly getting harder and harder. Your hand wrapped around it, stroking slowly as you met his smoldering gaze. You stroked him until he was rock hard in your grip, and his breathing turned heavy. Again, you swallowed, and Doyoung noticed this time.

“What is it, princess? You want it in your mouth?”

“Yes, please,” You whispered, eyes wide. He chuckled breathily, head tipping back as you ran your thumb over the slit. His eyes met Jungwoo’s, who was palming himself through his pants.

“What do you think, baby?” He asked him.

“Don’t be mean, Doyoung,” Jungwoo said softly. “Look at her, she’s desperate. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You whined, nodding. The pair chuckled. Jungwoo grinned at the state you were already in. “Go ahead, dollface. Give it a kiss.”

Before Doyoung could say anything else, you took his dick into your mouth, and let out a soft moan at how heavy he felt, hot and pulsing. He let out a guttural groan of your name, a hand burying itself in your hair. His other hand gripped Jungwoo’s shirt, pulling him forward to meet in a tongue-filled kiss.

Slowly, Doyoung’s hips started rocking back and forth, grinding into your mouth. Your hands stroked what you couldn’t fit, as well as his balls. Your eyes fluttered shut, trying to relax so as to not gag on his length. But when he sped up, it became too much to avoid.

A tap on your shoulder, and Doyoung let you off of his cock. You turned your head to look up at a very flushed Jungwoo, who had pulled his dick out of his pants as well. The words, “Me too?” tumbled out of his swollen lips. And with that gentle, breathy tone, who were you to disobey?

You wrapped your lips around Jungwoo, who hissed at the sudden heat of your mouth. From there, something primal inside of you took control, wanting nothing more than to please—you took turns sucking them off and stroking them, the muffled sounds of their moaning spurring you on.

It was always like this—during sex, Doyoung was the meaner one, manhandling you and throwing degrading words in your face that made your stomach curl in sick pleasure. He was the one who could put you in your place when you became too bratty to handle. Jungwoo was gentler, but he was all too content to watch Doyoung toss you around. He would always swoop in after Doyoung took you apart, and piece you back together. He’d tell you how good you were, how good you made the both of them feel, and while he definitely didn’t treat you like fragile porcelain, he definitely didn’t leave as many bruises as Doyoung did.

And then, when they were both done, they’d shower you in kisses, and whisper in your ear how grateful they were to love you, and say some philosophical thing about eternal love and the cosmos that you’d always be too fucked out to comprehend, but that made your heart do a backflip regardless.

“Shit,” Jungwoo groaned, pulling away from Doyoung’s lips. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum.”

You pulled off of Doyoung to look up at Jungwoo. “In my—in my mouth, please, Woo.”

He nodded, licking his lips as his hands fisted themselves in your hair, gripping but not pulling as he allowed you to touch him the way you wanted. His hands gathered the loose strands into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide your mouth up and down his hot cock. His hips bucked into your willing mouth, the sound of his hissing and his moaning getting louder and louder, until…

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/N… Y/N!" He groaned, as he came into your mouth. His head tipped back, which gave Doyoung access to his neck, pressing sloppy kisses to the skin. This sight was worth the bitter taste that coated your tongue: one of your lovers in ecstasy while the other anchored him to the ground.

He left his dick in your mouth for a moment, before pulling out with a shaky breath. Doyoung pulled away, letting him breathe. As Jungwoo caught his breath, Doyoung pulled you up, and he sat on the bed, bringing you down with him to straddle his lap.

You turned your head to face Jungwoo, who smiled at you, coming closer to the both of you. One of his hands patted the top of your head. "That was wicked," He said.

Doyoung smiled softly, and gripped your chin to get you to face him. His sweet grin didn't disappear as his grip forced your mouth open. He groaned at the sight of your tongue coated in Jungwoo's semen.

"Gorgeous," He mumbled, eyes trained on your lips as it began to spill out.

"Kiss her," Jungwoo told him, "You know you want to."

So he did, his tongue almost immediately slipping past your lips to get a taste of Jungwoo for himself, swallowing it down greedily. Your hands came up to unbutton his black dress shirt, and his hands pushed up the skirt of your dress to get you to rock your hips against his. You gasped against his mouth at the feeling of only your soaked panties separating him and you, before pushing the shirt off of him.

He moved to lie you down on the bed. As he pulled away from you, you caught his tongue slipping out to lick at a dribble of Jungwoo's cum on his lips. To make matters even worse, the bed was rolling beneath you, making your head spin.

Jungwoo pulled his shirt off before he sat down behind you. Meanwhile, Doyoung moved down your body, parting your legs. He prompted you to sit up, resting your back against his chest. He pressed a kiss to your earlobe as Doyoung peeled your underwear off of you, biting his lip at the sight of your drooling pussy.

"You're absolutely drenched, princess. And all from sucking our cocks, huh?"

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as Jungwoo's lips began kissing along your jaw. When you didn't say anything, Jungwoo pinched your sides gently. "Use your words, doll," He whispered. From behind you, his eyes met Doyoung's. "You're gonna keep being our good little girl, right?"

"Y-yes, Jungwoo." Your hand lifted itself to press against his cheek, a silent plea for more kisses. He smiled against your skin.

"Atta girl," He praised, "On your best behavior for us tonight, huh?"

"The little slut's just being good because she wants to get fucked, Woo. Don't get it twisted."

"Please, Doie," You pleaded at the mention of being fucked, "Need it."

The older man chuckled lowly, pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit.

"Told you."

His tongue pressed itself against your hole, and you immediately cried out. You would have immediately started grinding against Doyoung's face if it weren't for Jungwoo's hands on your hips, holding you down and keeping it still.

"I don't think you wanna do that," He murmured. His hands travelled underneath your skirt, gripping the silvery blue gossamer as he tried to lift it up. You did your best to keep your squirming at a minimum as you tried to help him get you out of it. Finally, the bell sleeves were pulled off, and you were left naked as the day you were born.

Jungwoo’s hands moved to your breasts, playing with them as he watched you whimper at the sensation of Doyoung’s mouth working at your folds. When he slipped his tongue inside, you keened, head falling against Jungwoo’s shoulder.

“You’re so pretty like this,” He whispered.

Your chest heaved, squirming up and down as he began to tug and pinch your nipples, calloused fingertips making you cry out.

Doyoung’s free hand gripped your thigh, and his fingers on the other hand slipped inside when he pulled his tongue out. Immediately, he plunged in two fingers, curling his fingers as he attempted to search for that one special spot.

"Ngh, Doie, faster, pleasepleaseplease." Your legs were trembling slightly now.

"So fucking slutty," Doyoung mumbled, chuckling wickedly, "And all I had to do was stick my fingers inside."

He complied with no protest, and the sensation of Doyoung stroking your walls and Jungwoo continuously pawing at your breasts caused a string of moans to come pouring out of your mouth. Jungwoo had been sucking a bruise into your clavicle, but leaned up to press his lips against yours.

"Don't want anyone hearing what's meant for Doie and I," He said, lips brushing yours.

The idea made you even needier, the double entendre making your head spin. Jungwoo didn't want anyone to hear you because if they did, rumors would spread. And on top of that? He didn't want anyone to hear. You were theirs. They were yours. This was a sacred ritual between bodies meant to be witnessed by only the three of you.

Your head felt like you were floating, even though your limbs felt like they were sinking into the watery mattress. A coil began to tighten in your stomach, and your soft whines, muffled by Jungwoo's plush lips, increased in pitch.

They both knew what this meant, because a second later, Doyoung removed his fingers from your core, and Jungwoo pulled away, his hands moving from your breasts to rest on Doyoung's atop your hips. You were left reeling and breathing heavily, that familiar sensation floating away.

When you looked down at Doyoung, you swallowed at the sight of his lips, chin and fingers, all glistening with your wetness.

He lifted himself up off the mattress, and proceeded to sandwich your chest in between his own chest and Jungwoo’s back. He gripped his dick, rubbing it against your folds, which were now even more soaked than before.

"Tell me how much you want it, princess." He pressed his forehead against yours, hissing when the tip caught your clit. You let out a desperate whine, clinging to his broad shoulders.

"Do—Doyoung, please fuck me," You begged, reeling at the sensation. He was so close, all he had to do was slide in. But he refused.

"Not good enough," He insisted.

"Doyoung, don't be mean," Jungwoo said, but he seemed to be more amused by your desperation than anything.

"No, I wanna hear how much she needs us."

You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to gather your words. Jungwoo's hands stroked your sides, trying to calm you down. "You doing alright, doll? You wanna take a breather?"

"We can always stop." Doyoung's voice had turned stable, secure, safe. He started pulling away, until you grabbed him by the forearm and shook your head. You opened your eyes, seeing concern in his eyes

“No,” You mumbled, “Jus’ want some water. Think there’s some in the minibar. ‘M really hot.”

Doyoung nodded, getting up and striding over to the small refrigerator on the other side of the room. He pulled out a water bottle, and popped open the cap before passing it to you. Jungwoo had taken to fanning your face lightly with his hand. You took several long swigs of water, before setting it on the nightstand.

“I’m fine,” You promised. “Can we please keep going? I can take it.”

Doyoung pressed a kiss to your temple. “Are you absolutely sure?”

“Yeah,” You said with a nod.

“Doyoung,” Jungwoo murmured, “Be careful.”

“I know, baby." He lowered his eyes to study your face. "I won’t go that hard on you, Y/N.”

You nodded, even though deep down you wanted to protest. You knew that this was probably the best route to take. You could already feel the high—from the weed and the concert—wearing off. You knew that if Doyoung were too rough you’d probably crash on the way down instead of float.

So, Jungwoo brushed some stray hair out of your sweaty face, and Doyoung grabbed your legs gently, wrapping them around his hips. Slowly, Doyoung eased in, and you sighed in satisfaction of finally being filled. He bit into your shoulder, taking deep heaving breaths as he let you get used to the sensation. Jungwoo took turns pressing kisses to the top of your head and the top of Doyoung’s head.

“I love you both so much,” He whispered, “I’m so grateful the universe brought us together.”

Doyoung looked up at him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “My baby,” He murmured against Jungwoo’s lips. He then turned to you and did the same, “My princess.”

You smiled at their words, but the need in your core was becoming unbearable. "Doie, Woo, I love you both so much," You murmured, "But Doyoung, if you don't move I'll pin you down and do it myself."

"And you were doing so well," Doyoung groaned with a laugh, before beginning to thrust his hips. It was a slow, torturous glide, and the way it caused the bed to rock left you dizzy in the best possible way. Doyoung was panting into your ear like some sort of beast, and you were whining softly with every cant of his hips.

"You must feel so good right now, huh, doll?"

"Jung—woo," You moaned, clawing at his bicep.

"I know, dolly, I know." He sounded sympathetic enough, but the way he was grinding his dick against your ass suggested otherwise. "Bunny boy is just so good with those hips of his, hm?"

"H-he is!" You cried, "Feel so full, ah, Doyoung!"

Doyoung's eyes met yours, and his hips picked up their pace, until your eyes rolled up into your head. Your head thrashed side to side, leaning against Jungwoo's shoulder. His mouth lowered once again to kiss at your neck, and your hand wrapped itself against his nape, while the other gripped Doyoung's shoulders.

Jungwoo's hands slithered down to where you and Doyoung were connected, and started rubbing at your clit. You shrieked, chest arching. Doyoung hissed. "Shit, do that again," He bit out, "Fuck, princess you just got so tight."

"D-Doie, harder!"

Doyoung looked up at Jungwoo, the two having an unspoken conversation. A second later, Jungwoo gave a cautious nod. Doyoung smiled, before he adjusted his legs. Then…

Then. He began pounding into you at a breakneck pace. Your legs tightened around him, wanting him even deeper than before.

"You love this, don't you? Our pretty little slut." His voice was tighter now, panting with exertion. You nodded.

"Yes, yes! I'm your slut!"

Doyoung grinned, before locking lips with you. His tongue dipped into your mouth, before letting you do the same to him. You could tell he was starting to feel something—he always kissed you or Jungwoo as a way of telling you he wouldn't last much longer.

Truthfully, you could feel it coming too—your body felt like it was on fire, and your hips couldn't stop squirming. Whether it was towards Jungwoo's calloused fingers on your clit, Doyoung's cock, or away from both, you couldn't tell. Your moans were getting shriller too.

You clenched down on his length again, and he grit his teeth, grunting as his pace turned sloppy.

"C-c'mon, princey," You pleaded, "Give it to me, give it…"

"Shit, yes…" His head lolled onto your shoulder. "Gonna stuff you so full, princess, you'll be dripping—"

"Please! Oh, please—"

The two of you fell apart almost at the same time, your orgasm triggering Doyoung's a second later. Your mouth fell open, legs trembling and heart pounding as waves crashed over and under you.

When you came down, Doyoung rolled off of you, turning onto his side to watch you and Jungwoo. Jungwoo, who ceased the movements of his hands and slowly laid you down. Your head landed against the pillows, and you let your eyes shut as you caught your breath.

"Can I take care of you one last time, doll?" You heard Jungwoo say. Your eyes opened blearily, and you reached a hand out towards him, legs parting of their own accord.

Both of your lovers groaned at the sight of your pussy, Doyoung's cum brimming from your folds.

"Absolute perfection," Jungwoo murmured, crawling between your legs. He gripped his dick with one hand, the other swiping through your folds, and you immediately whined at the sensitivity there, teetering the fine line between pleasure and pain.

"Please," You whimpered, "Woo, I want it."

"You're insatiable." He sounded so affectionate, so in love. You watched as his eyes studied his index and middle fingers, covered in a mix of Doyoung's cum and yours, before dipping them into his mouth to lick them clean. You sighed, a dopey smile gracing your features. He lowered himself down to brush noses with you, dark eyes blown wide, wide awake despite the dark circles underneath.

"Guess I'll just have to do something about that."

He slid in as if he was coming home, immediately setting a solid pace that had you seeing stars, arms wrapping around his shoulders to lock hands at his nape. The sensitivity left you pliant in his arms, and Jungwoo didn't hesitate in cradling you in his arms.

"So good for us, Y/N. Always Doie and I's sweet girl."

You nodded, tears brimming at your eyes at the heaviness in your chest, the pulsing in your core. His hair was falling into his eyes, and you lifted your hands to his face, doing your best to brush it away. Your hands cupped his cheeks, heavy eyes burning into his. Your hips were rutting against his desperately now, wanting nothing more than to feel that high with him.

Jungwoo pressed a brief kiss to your neck, feeling something simmer in his gut embarrassingly fast.

Doyoung placed his head next to yours, gently lifting Jungwoo's head to kiss him, hand brushing the other man's ass. When he pulled away, he kissed you as well, and Jungwoo's mouth pressed itself to one of your nipples. You keened against Doyoung's mouth, hips losing all semblance of grace.

Here, you were needy, animalistic, running on instincts, and your boys were drinking it up like water from a desert oasis.

Doyoung pulled away, a thin trail of spit connecting his lips to yours. His hands cradled your head.

"Can you feel it yet, princess?"

Your eyebrows furrowed, silent moans falling from your lips. "Ah, yeah, Doie… s-so close…"

"Me too," Jungwoo groaned between your breasts, "So wet, Y/N…"

"That's from all the cum she's filled with, right, princess?"

You nodded. "Mm—ngh! Stuffed me so good, Doie."

"Yeah? You gonna let Jungwoo fill you up even more? Gonna keep it all inside, right?"

Your stomach did a backflip, and you felt your toes curl. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, I want it—"

"I'll give it to you, doll," Jungwoo growled, "It's all—fuck—all yours. S-same way this is all for us, right?"

Those words were what caused you to finally fall over the edge. Your high was so intense that you could have sworn that your ears popped—clawing at Jungwoo’s shoulders, your eyes squeezed shut. Only one side ended up scratched, since you always kept your right hand nails short to properly play guitar. You sobbed against Doyoung’s lips, and he eagerly swallowed up your cries, shushing you gently as you came back down.

You didn't feel Jungwoo come inside, but you felt it immediately afterwards—the satisfying stickiness, the warmth in your stomach.

You looked at Jungwoo, pressing a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead before prompting him to move off. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you towards him as his little spoon, peppering kisses to your cheek and whispering how good you were. The two of you looked at Doyoung. You reached out, making grabby hands at him. His eyes were drooping, and he was blinking blearily as if he were trying to fight off sleep.

Still, he got up and pulled his pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket, as well as his lighter. As he sat back down on the bed, the waves sent you and Jungwoo further and further into the recesses of slumber. As consciousness left you, you caught Doyoung looking down at the two of you as if you were the most precious beings he'd ever encountered. His tone was low and grumbly, but there was a glint of smug satisfaction in his eye.

"I hope you two are happy. I can't remember those goddamn lyrics anymore."

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Fluff Alphabet-Sapnap

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

He likes your humor. He likes your beauty. He loves everything about you. Mostly, though, he loves your kindness. You are just so nice to him. You hold him, whisper sweet things to him, and make him feel like its all alright.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He definitely wants a family, obviously not anytime soon though. He believes that he’d be a good father and that you’d be a good parent as well. He doesn’t tell you this, but sometimes he dreams about having a child, their little hands and feet. He goes through baby fever like every two months.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He prefers to hold you most of the time, it makes him feel like he’s protecting you. He will spoon you most nights or hold your head to his chest and wrap his other arm around your body. Sometimes tho he lets you lay on top of him and just sleep. He likes your weight on him, thin or not.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

i assume they'd be chill or more just hangouts. Like going to an arcade or an escape room. If it was a special occasion, birthday or anniversary, he’d take you to a fancy restaurant. He’d hate getting dressed up and eating food that isn’t worth the money, but he’d do it forever if it meant he got to see you happy.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

My lifeline. You make his world turn and his heart keep beating. Everything he does is for you (In a non weird obsession way) he just wants you to be happy

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He knew he was in love when you showed up at his house to hold him after he sounded upset on a call. that's it, no questions asked, you were just there.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

He’s so gentle it’s almost infuriating to you because sometimes he wont even touch you. Like when y’all first started dating, he wouldn't hold your hand because he didn’t want to squeeze to much. He wouldn’t cuddle you because he didn’t want to suffocate you. He treats you like a doll

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

after he got over the hand holding fear stated previously, he holds your hand tightly, almost afraid to let go. He holds your hand whenever he can: in the store, in bed, on walks, in the car, on dates. He always has his hand in yours.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

His first impression of you was probably about your appearance. He’s only a 20 okay so he probably looked at your butt or chest first. Obviously when he actually talked to you, he would realize you were funny and nice. But yeah, purely physical at first.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

omfg yes. He gets so jealous. Sapnap’s not the kind of bf to get like toxic or rude when jealous tho. He just gets insecure and sad.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

You kissed him first, he was way too nervous to make the first move. He kisses you softly and with his hands on your cheeks. He loves holding you when you kiss, holding you close. Once Y’all are more comfortable with each other he may even put his hand on your neck while kissing you. It makes him all giddy.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He would say it first, on accident. probably after being intimate and having you on his chest. Too lost in his mind, it just comes out.

“I love you”

“What?”

It scared both of you at first but then you smile and cuddled closer. It didn’t matter to him if you said it back right then or not, he knew you cared for him.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

When you guys stayed in on your 6 month anniversary. The plan was to go out and eat at this super fancy place but you guys missed the reservation. Instead of being sad, you guys stayed home and watched a bunch if princess movies and cuddled. It was sweet and the first time y’all actually just hung out.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He doesn’t spoil you too much actually. He knows you can buy your own stuff and doesn’t try to take over if you don't ask him too. BUT on special occasions you are getting everything you even look at. he once dropped about 2,000 dollars on jewelry as a gift on your birthday.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Pastel yellow. Its a color of friendship and trust, which is what your relationship is built on.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

He uses the usual babe a lot, i cant see him using darling im sorry. He also 100% uses baby and sweetheart. Honey is also used. But mostly he would use variations of your name.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

He likes castles and royalty. Obviously there is still queens and stuff but he loves the whole castle fantasy. He thinks about being a knight in shining armor to save you.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

He uses this as an excuse to stay in bed and cuddle. Like that’s all he would want to do. No food, no responsibilities, just snuggling.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

When he was single he would just sleep or eat. We’ve all been there and there's nothing wrong with it. But now that he has you he would rant to you or cry. If you were upset he would listen to any and all problems you had without comment. He would just be there for what ever you needed.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

he talks about school, his family, his friends, and a shit ton of random Minecraft. Even if you got sick of it, you stick around bc he’s cute when passionate.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

in the most respectful way, he likes to have sex. it makes him happy and calms him down. Obviously if you weren’t feeling it, he wouldn’t make you and would go for just kisses and cuddles, also watching Moana bc he loves that movie.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

he shows off his set up and shoes. He splurges on those things and will be damned if the whole world doesn't know.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He wouldn't propose for a while and surely not until y’all are both out of college and stuff but when he does its a whole thing. He takes you to a beach saying something like, “I heard the boardwalk food is amazing” or something like that. He would probably invite dream along to record and also being there for the biggest moment of his life. Obviously, you say yes and its so cute.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

(I’m sorry about this one I’m not a big music person)

"I'm Gonna Love You Through It" by Martina McBride is what i picked bc he would always be there no matter what, he just loves so much

Y = Yikes (Do they ever mess up in the relationship?)

Sapnap has made many many mistakes. He can be rude sometimes without even realizing it, he can spend more time with George than you, he can ignore you for a week for something petty. Thankfully, he comes to his senses after a while and talks to you about it. He tries to be as good as he can and communicate to you but he’s not perfect.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

oml he would beg you for a dog everyday! he just wants a German Shepard named Bently is that too much to ask?

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