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yaneyanedaze · 3 years

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Our Goddess In Love and War

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Yandere! Royal! Pillarmen x Reader

Summary: Reader-Darling is a girl that lives in a village close to the kingdom ruled by the three kings: Esidisi, Whamuu and Kars. She doesn’t see what everyone else sees in them, and keeps away, but one day, she’ll catch their eyes, and they won’t ever leave her.

Warnings: smut later on in this chapter, yandere behavior, obsession, possessiveness, death, mentions of torture, jealously, Kars puts his foot down with disrespectful maids, reader-chan tries to leave because of threats.

A/n: I apologize for how long this took, But i’m glad to be back writing my big series! I hope you guys enjoy this long awaited chapter update!

(Unrelated but i was listening to Montero by Lil Nas X while writing this, and It was giving me Mad Kars vibes lol but I’m gonna put my playlist for this story at the bottom)

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I sighed and plopped down onto my comfy bed and slipped out of the dress and heels, I didn’t care about my hair, I’d just get up and wash in the morning. I snuggled into my pillow, at first I didn’t want to do any of this, but now I can’t help but feel some type of attraction to the male. I mean he’s going to officially be my husband in a few days, but I still couldn’t shake this feeling that something was wrong..

….And something bad was gonna happen….

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(First Pov)

I was nervous.

I was dressed in a wonderful purple dress, a slit along the side, matching golden heels on my feet. Several maids were running around my room, preparing everything for me. My hair was styled and had many pieces of golden jewelry dangling off my body, I smiled at myself in the mirror.

“I can’t believe this is happening…”

A few giggles were heard around me, one maid with blonde hair and baby blue eyes smiled at me. Her name is Liza, she was the maid in charge of making sure that I was perfect for events like this. She was the only other person in charge of my dress besides Stella. Liza speaks up as she places the finishing touches on me,

“Oh Believe it My Queen, We can tell how much his majesty loves you, so we are happy!” She says, giving me a twirl as the other maids clapped. I nod smiling along with the women before a rapid knock was heard at the door. All of us turned towards the door and let out a sigh as it was only Stella at the door. Stella gives a sheepish smile as she walks in.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but his majesty is asking for his Queen.” She says. Liza and the other maids nod, picking up the end of my dress, I began walking out the door with the girls following close behind me.

As we walked down the hallways, they were decorated with (f/c) flowers, gold and various other precious metals aligned the hall we walked down. I could hear the hustle and bustle of the people outside, nervousness creeping right back up on me. I took a deep breath as two guards opened the door revealing me to the outside world.

Many cheers were heard, so many people were screaming and yelling. I winced at the bright light, a deep chuckle came from behind me, arms wrapping around my waist. I tensed up a bit, only earning a laugh. “My love there is no need to be afraid, it is just me..”

I sigh and relax a bit, Kars felt strangely warm and comfortable, i felt his hands move down to my hips as he moves us both forward.

We stood on top of the stairs, both of us waving to the crowd, I giggle at some of the kids that I met in the village yelling to me and holding up signs that said. ‘We are best friends with the Queen’. Kars stepped away from me slightly, and I let out a soft whine before I knew it, I blushed, quite embarrassed but Kars just chuckled again.

“Save your whines for tonight my love, Because I’ll have you saying and thinking nothing but my name.” He whispered in my ear before stepping away to get the crown.

My face went completely red as I tried to regain my composure, I walked down the stairs to greet some of the townspeople. Smiling as a group of kids handed me a pretty bouquet of flowers, “Why thank you all.”

“Your welcome Miss (y/n)!” “Will we be able to visit you in the castle?” “Is the king nice?” “Are you gonna have kids of your own?” I laughed at the many questions they asked before getting taken away and scolded lightly by their parents.

“(y/n)!!” “Oh my baby you look wonderful!”

I looked up and had a half smile, My mother and sister walked up to me, both of them with tears in their eyes. I rolled my eyes but took both of them into my arms, allowing some tears down my face. Though I still held some anger towards my mom for just giving me up, but I couldn’t help myself, I was glad to have her in my arms.

“My love, Please come up here, It is time.”

I stand up and turn to walk back up, seeing Kars with the same beautiful crown that I saw when I first arrives, the jewel dangling beautifully from it. A smile graced my lips as I stood right infront Kars, I felt a feeling of Joy in my body, the fear that I had when I first came was slowly going away. Kars returned the look as he turned to face the crowd.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, We are gathered here today to celebrate the arrival of my Beautiful, Wonderful and Lovely Queen.” Kars started, I nod along, watching his every movement, He was beautiful, an absolute masterpiece. I still wondered what he would want with a half baked potato like me. I was pulled out of my trance by a weight on my head, realizing he had placed the crown on top of my head. He looked down at me with a look that I’ve never seen before on him, Care, Love, like he genuinely loved me. He then turned back to the crowd pulling me close to him.

“I do hope that you all will continue to watch over us, and grow alongside us.” He spoke before placing a hand underneath my chin. He lifts it slightly before leaning down to capture my lips in a soft, loving kiss, I was shocked, but only for a bit. I soon wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in to deepen the kiss. This must’ve surprised him because he pulled away slightly and whispered. “Oh you little minx~ Just wait until we get behind closed doors..” He placed another quick kiss on my lips before backing away and waving to the cheering crowd. He placed a hand on my lower back as I raised my hand to wave as well, seeing many of the crowd was moved to tears.

I guess seeing one of their own go from literally rags to riches is enough to get anyone crying.

Kars led me back inside, humming to himself softly, his hand firmly placed on my hip. “Kars..may I ask a question?” I ask, making the male let out a soft laugh. “My love, You just did.. But go ahead” He teased, making me puff out my cheeks in tiny annoyance. I sighed and went ahead with asking my question. “Um..Is it okay if my Mom and Sister come and live with us?”

Kars stopped walking, I thought it was because of what I said, but sighed with relief when he was just opening his room, well our room door. He ushered me inside and closed the door behind him. “Of course they can, My Darling…” He started, locking the door, pulling it to make sure it was secured. “But that’s not what I’m worried about right now.” He purrs, a sultry undertone in his voice. I could feel another blush coming on, I went to sit on the bed and just flopped on my back. I let out a groan of satisfaction as to how soft his bed was, making Kars let out a low growl, one that sent shivers down my spine.

“You do not know how hard it was for me to not take you where we stood.”

I let out a squeak as the male was now on top of me, I didn’t notice that he had moved from his place by the door. He placed his face in the crook of my neck as he kept me pinned down, strong hands holding mine against the bed. He let out another low growl as he continued. “It took everything in me to not take you in front of the crowd, Letting them all know that you belong to me now.” He finished, placing kisses on the side of my neck. I could only let out a sigh of content as his kisses moved lower. I watched as he hovered over my chest, which was still covered by the fabric of the dress. He sat up and smirked, I looked at him confused before in one movement he ripped the dress. Going up from the slit until it reached my chest, he then removed the torn fabric from my body, chuckling at my reaction to the coldness of the room.

“I’ll buy you another one, my love, but right now, I need you more than ever.” He said, he then lifted my legs up onto his shoulder, earning another noise of shock from me. He let out another groan of annoyance before ripping my panties from my body. I shuddered at the new cold, but before I could comment, I let out a loud moan. Kars smirked before giving another long teasing lick “Don’t worry about me tonight. It’s all about you Darling, but after tonight, I will not hold back.” He says before he started to tongue fuck me. A completely new feeling that already having me seeing stars and it did not help that Kars was unrelenting either.

He pulled back a bit licking the slick that was left on his lips off before rubbing two fingers against my folds. He looked at me as if asking for permission, and when I gave him a soft nod he smirked once more, slowly pushing two of his fingers into me. He groaned at the sounds that I was making, he picked up the pace quickly, barely giving me anytime to adjust.

“K-kars..” I moaned out, my hands gripping the smooth silk sheets below me. He hummed in response, glancing back over to me. “Hmm? What is it, my love?” He asked teasingly as he increased the speed of his digits, I squirmed underneath him as I struggled to find the words to say. “D-don’t..” I managed to moan, feeling a knot building up, I was close and he seemed to know it. “Say it my love, I know you are enjoying this so much, the way you are clenching around just my fingers. It makes me wonder how you’ll take my cock~” My body automatically reacted to his teasing words, my hips bucking against his fingers, his pace brutal now. “D-don’t hold back..” I couldn’t even believe what I was saying just now. I’ve only had sex once before and it was clumsly to say the least, so for me to practically beg the King not to hold back was surprising.

He must’ve been surprised too because began chuckling before full on laughing, he removed his fingers causing me to let out a whine.

“My Darling woman, are you sure?” He asked as he stood up off of the bed. I nodded, my head cloudy, still whining from feeling empty. Kars quietly removed his bottoms, kicking them somewhere off to the side of the room, he pull me by my legs to the end of the bed.

I looked at his face, and a different expression was there. Lust. Eyes clouded over as he looked over my body. He teasingly pressed himself up against my folds and I gasped. Looking down this man was probably 9.5 inches with about a 1.5 girth, ‘How in the hell is that supposed to fit in me?!’ I thought.

Kars chuckled at the expression on my face. “I know, i know my love, I’m going to take my time so you can get adjusted.” He says, slowly guiding himself inside me. Just from his head, I already felt like he wouldn’t fit, but as he slowly inched more and more inside, he stretched me out wonderfully. Once he was fully inside of me, he gave a slow experimental thrust, pulling almost all the way out before snapping his hips back. I cried out in pain and pleasure, he set a slow pace, everytime, he snapped his hips in just the right way to hit that spot. The pain was fading fast, and I wanted more than this slow pace he had.

“Kars..Please just fuck me…”

My words must’ve made him snap, soon after those words left my lips he began thrusting at a more violent and fast pace, making me cry out in pleasure. His name was falling off my lips like a mantra, He was hitting just the right spot everytime. I managed to look up at him, his eyes were half open, jaw locked as he let some groans and grunts. One thrust had me seeing stars, I did not care how loud i was being at this point and I’m pretty sure any servant that walked by could hear.

One of Kars hands slowly snaked its was up to my neck and gave it a slight squeeze. “Tell me who’s fucking you this good, Tell me darling.” He growled out. I moaned out his name loud, practically screaming it at this point. He smirked “Louder. I want them to know who you belong to (y/n)”

“You Kars!”

“Louder!”

“KARS!”

I cried out feeling that familiar knot unraveling, I could feel myself clenching around his cock, making him curse and growl.

“That’s it..That’s it..You’re mine, No one else's..”

He moans out, feeling his thrust start to get sloppy until that came to a complete halt and he was spilling his seed into me. He stayed in place until he finished before slowly pulling out. He moved to lay beside me and pull me into his chest. I turned to give him a kiss but he just held me in place. “Shh..My Love, You’re tired..Let's just rest, Tomorrow you can relax all day and I’ll have someone come check in on you.” He mumbled, running his hand through my hair, I hummed in response, feeling sleep starting to creep up on me.

“I love you Kars..” I mutter, feeling my eyes getting heavy, I hear him chuckle and place a kiss on my forehead.

“I love you too My Darling~...”

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When I awoke,it was still dark outside.

I was dressed in a nightgown and Kars was gone, I yawned softly and got up out of bed. I nearly fell because the feeling in my legs was barely there, I blushed remembering the activities. I slowly made my way to the door only to have someone else open the door.

“Ah Good Hello Stell-”

“Don’t you Hello me you whore.”

I was taken back by her words and angry expression. “Excuse me?” I was confused. She let out a yell of frustration. “It’s your fault! You are the reason I am not Queen! A common bitch like you!” She barked. I was hurt, I thought of Stella as a nice woman, but now she’s showing a totally different side of herself. I moved to push past her and head out the door but her words made me stop.

“Hell You’re just gonna be like the other girl before you!”

I stopped and turned to face her. “Say what?” She laughed at me before crossing her arms. “You thought you were picked out because they thought you were interesting? No, It’s because you look like Kar’s previous wife. He killed her. He only wants someone who is powerful enough to use the stone thats on the crown.” She saunters her way over to my crown and holds it in her hands. “You’re just going to be another dead body.”

I stood horrified, Mom told me that the previous Queen had died of illness, not that she was killed by Kars. “No..No He wouldn’t do that to me. He loves me.” Stella lets out another loud laugh before looking at me with a deadpan look. “He told me that too. He told me he loves me and that I’m special. I was going to be queen if it wasn’t for you.” She growled, marching forward, “So why don’t you do me a favor and run away. Run far from here..So that My King, no my Husband would have to dirty his hand with more blood” She said.

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes and I ran out of the room, hearing her evil cackles from the room.

I went up to several maids and butlers to ask where Kars and the other kings were, but even they would not talk to me. I could feel even more tears run down my face as I ran through the halls, I burst open a door feeling the coldness of the outside and run down the stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs stood Kars himself talking to a guard. I turned to take another way around the castle, an exit that I saw earlier when I first arrived. It was cold,I was freezing, but I couldn’t not bring myself to look Kars in the face anymore. What if I was just another body? What if he’ll ditch me and get another woman? Hell, if Stella said was true, was he just using me?

So many thoughts were running through my head, I didn’t even notice that I had bumped into someone. “I’m s-sorry..”

“My Queen, what are you doing out?” It was Esidisi, I gasped and began crying even more as I dropped to my knees. “He doesn’t love me Esi! He..He is..Just using me..” I cried out, my cries loud and echoing off the outside walls. Multiple footsteps could be heard running up to us.”My Darling?” I hear Kars call out, I continue to cry, I should have known that royalty like him wouldn’t love a commoner like me. I might as well give up the crown and just go home.

I could feel someone pick me up and hold me bridal style in their arms. “Esidisi. What is she doing out here?” “I don’t know, She ran into me crying about how you do not truly love her and you are using her.” I heard Kars suck in breath and hold me even tighter. “Who said this to you?” He asked me. I shook my head and kept crying, he shushed me and carried me back inside.

He holds me in his arms continuously telling me how much he loved me and to not listen to those rumors. When he entered the main ballroom where most maids were cleaning. “Excuse me. Who in the world told my Queen that I don’t love her?” he barked. I wiped my eyes, watching as each and everyone of the servants who gave me the cold shoulder. Kars sucked his teeth before moving to carry me like i was a child so he could have a free hand. He gripped one maid by her hair, making her let out an ear piercing scream. “I said tell me.”

“AH One of the Head maids your majesty!! She started spreading rumors, but Stella tried to stop her but she kept going.” I rolled my eyes knowing this fully to be a lie. Kars threw her across the room with his brute strength. “Oh you’ll receive a proper punishment soon. But now I have to deal with my Queen.” He said coldly, moving back to holding me with two arms. I lay my head comfortable on Kars shoulder, my cheeks stained with tears as I ended up falling back asleep in his arms.

“My Queen, don’t you worry..I will find out who did this to you..who lied on my name and made you feel unworthy of my love.”

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To say he was pissed was an understatement. Kars had laid (y/n) back in their shared bed, he then charged in the servant quarters scaring all of them.

Those servants wished that they would have spoken up, or comforted the queen in that moment, they suffered severe beatings, threats and some of them were even sent to the dungeon.

All while Stella Listened and laughed.

“One step closer...Just one step closer.”

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

My playlist for this entire story is

Montero By Lil Nas X

Alejandro and Bad Romance by Lady Gaga

Streets By Doja Cat

Paparazzi: Kim Dracula

What songs does this story make you think of?

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thelastdrop · 3 years

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The cameras snapped wildly as the celebrities came down the red carpet dressed in some of their finest clothes. This is your first major premier you’re attending as a lead journalist for your small entertainment news outlet. To say you were a little intimidated by the whole thing was a bit of an understatement. You’d always dreamed of being here, but with every reporter looking out for themselves it left little room to admire your surroundings.

So far many of the stars have arrived and you’d yet to get even a quote from any of them. Just some second hand notes you were able to take while overhearing them talk to other reporters. You know that going back without a single quote to bring to your editor would earn you an earful and probably put you at the back of the rotation for the next event.

Honestly though the best thing about this premier in particular is that one of the hottest up-and-coming actresses is in the supporting role for this film. Your first time seeing her on the big screen took your breath away. She possessed such natural beauty and had a smile that could light up a room. Not only that, but the range of emotions she was able to portray with such control astonished you. All you wanted was to have her wave in your direction and personally you could call it a successful day.

Just as the cameras died down the next car pulled up to the edge of the red carpet. The black limousine’s door is opened from the outside. Through the various heads of different people standing around you, a single long tan leg steps out from behind the door and onto the carpet below it. Almost as if you were in a movie yourself at this moment you see her head pop out giving everyone their first look at-

“IT’S YOO JEONGYEON!” you hear a female voice cry out from the collection of fans lining either side of the red carpet.

A gust of wind blows from behind you, feeling everyone’s attention be drawn to the stunning woman taking her first steps down the red carpet. A roar from the fans quickly erupts as they scream and yell things at the actress.

While every other actress you’d seen before her tonight was wearing a very gaudy and outlandish dress, Jeongyeon was wearing a very modest outfit compared to them. A white long sleeve button up shirt with a long black collar and black bow with two long ribbons rounded out the top of her outfit. Her bottoms were simply some high waisted shorts with six gold buttons on the front of them.

Smiling that bright smile you vividly remember seeing on the big screen she waves and greets fans, signing whatever they put in front of her. It is difficult to not want to sit there and admire her as she patiently and deliberately takes her time with the fans in attendance. All you could do was hope you’d get the same kind of attention when she finally reached the reports area right outside of the theater.

“Ah looks like we aren’t going to get a statement from her again this time.” you hear a male voice from behind you say.

“Fuck! I really wanted to get something from her I could bring back with me.” another male voice says in response to him.

You turn and face the two men behind you.

“What do you guys mean?”

“What is this your first premier with Jeongyeon?” the taller one on the right asks.

You nod your head in response.

“She barely has any time to talk with reporters because of all the time she takes mingling with her fans,” the other man says in an annoyed tone.

Damn. Looks like you aren’t getting that quote. You turn back and watch as Jeongyeon continues to make her way towards your group at a slow pace. While you’re sad you still find it incredibly endearing to watch her interacting with as many people as she can. If you’re going to write about anything tonight, it’s going to be that.

Finally Jeongyeon makes her way in front of the photographers and has her picture taken what seems like almost a million times in a few seconds. She then turns and walks in the direction of the reporters, looking down for a moment to recover from the barrage of flashes she just looked at. As she looks up, your eyes meet.

You’re positive she’s staring right at you and not someone around you. Those gorgeous dark brown eyes were locked onto you and your eyes were locked onto her. Just like they had been for the past 15 minutes. A small smirk creeps over her face and she pulls her straight brown hair behind her ear and turns to look forward, making her way past you all and into the theater.

Jeongyeon whispers something in the man’s ear that is walking beside her. With a quick nod he heads in a straight line towards our group and stops in the middle of everyone, so they can all hear him.

“Miss Yoo would like to say she thoroughly enjoyed working on the film. She was honored when she was chosen for the role and hoped she portrayed her character to the best of her abilities.”

Groans and moans of disappointment fill the gathering as they seem to once again have been shafted out of another chance to hear from Jeongyeon herself.

“I know, I know. I’ll be sure to tell her she should make more of an effort to come and see you all more often,” he jokes with all of us treating us like we’re some family member that doesn’t get enough attention.

The mood of the crowd lightens up quickly as the next limousine pulls up. Since you know Jeongyeon was your last real shot at getting a quote, you flip your notepad shut and begin to put it in your bag when you notice the same man walking in your direction now.

“Excuse me. Sir!” ye calls out in your direction.

You look around you and then point to yourself while looking at him.

“Yes you,” he says, stepping closer to you so you are next to one another. “Miss Yoo would like for you to have a one on one interview with her.”

“A-A what now?” you ask dumbfounded.

“A personal interview,” he says with a bit of a chuckle. “You know the thing where you ask her some questions and write down her response on your notepad. Don’t you do this for a living?”

“A what now?” you repeat yourself still in a daze at what he’s telling you.

“Listen, just go to this room,” he grabs your hand, puts a piece of paper in it, then closes it, “at the Steel Circle Hotel after the movie is over and knock. Tell her you’re the reporter she asked to do the one on one interview with.”

You look down at the papers crumpled up in your hand then back at him without making a sound.

“Well if you don’t have any questions for me I should really catch back up with Miss Yoo inside. Good luck later.” he says with a slight bow before turning and briskly walking into the theater.

You open your hand and see 3 numbers “829.”

A WHAT NOW?

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825. 827. 829 here it is. You stand in front of the egg shell colored door and stand there for a moment. Your hands get a little clammy as you look at the looming door in front of you. Could this be some sick prank that Jeongyeon’s assistant is pulling on you? After all that was your first major red carpet event and you aren't sure if this is something that was normal.

Suddenly you hear the elevator doors ding down the hall. The noise causes you to reflexively reach out your hand and knock on the door. Fear washes over your entire body. Your heart starts to race as you wonder if you just made a grave mistake.

“Who is it?” you hear a gentle, feminine voice call out from behind the door.

You stand there and start almost running in place. You throw your hands over your face and drag them down, continuing to wonder if you’re making a huge mistake right now.

“Hello?” the voice calls out again.

“Duhh. Sorry. Hi, I’m the reporter Jeongyeon asked to have a one on one interview with.” you spurt out closing your eyes as you say the words.

You hear the lock on the door flip and the handle move. One eye peaks open and sees the stunning Jeongyeon standing in front of you. Both of your eyes slowly open as you fully take her and all of her beauty in from this short distance.

“You sure got here fast. I just got back myself.” she says with a smile while taking one of her earrings out. “Well don’t just stand there, come on in.”

Jeongyeon holds the door open with her body leaving you a space to slide by her and into the hotel room.

“Ugh, yeah sure. Excuse me.” you mumble as you sneak by her.

Once you’re in the hotel room, you look around and see some personal belongings strewn about the room.

“I’m gonna get a little more comfortable if you don’t mind waiting out here for a couple minutes,” Jeonyeon says as she reaches for her other earring and moves into the doorway of the bathroom.

“No not at all.” you say after clearing your throat.

Jeongyeon smiles and ducks into the bathroom. You hear the sound of the sink running and look for somewhere to sit down. With her clothes and luggage taking up most of the normal seats, you take a seat on the edge of her bed and pull out your notepad and a pen.

“If you wanted to ask me a few questions while I’m in here that’s fine. Just nothing too deep,” Jeongyeon calls out in a semi-seductive tone from inside the bathroom.

“Ugh okay then. Well first off you were great in the movie. I’d heard mention from a few people saying you have a shot at winning best actress in a supporting role this year as they were leaving.”

“Oh that’s such an honor to hear. I really thought the director made it so easy to understand my character and play her role out, so most of the credit goes to him.”

“Personally I wouldn’t be as humble as you. You seem to know just how good you are, but you always pass the spotlight off to someone else. Why is that?”

“Hmmm I’m not sure. I really don’t notice myself doing things like that so often.”

You hear the water stop and sit up straight in your seat.

“I was wondering if you’d like to change up the interview a little bit. I like being more personal in my interviews. It helps me get to know the reports I work with.” Jeongyeon says as she exits the bathroom and comes into your view.

Your jaw nearly hits the floor as you look at her. Jeongyeon stands before you in a set of green lace lingerie. She places a hand on her hip and lets you soak her in for a moment before walking over to you on her bed. Throwing one of her long toned legs over you, she straddles you while lightly placing her arms around your neck.

You can’t say anything as you look the breathtaking woman up and down while she grinds against your lap.

“Well it looks like somebody wants to have my type of interview.” Jeongyeon coos feeling your cock harding in your pants and pressing against her pussy.

You can’t control yourself any longer. Dropping your pen and notepad you dive into her cleavage, kissing and licking her soft, smooth skin. Jeongyeon lets out a fit of giggles as you wrap your arms around her torso and pull her body further against your own.

While you love how the lingerie looks on her, you need it off now. You pull yourself out of her heavenly cleavage and hook your fingers under her bra, lifting it over her head and tossing it to the ground.

Placing your hands under her thighs you lift her before spinning and dropping her onto the bed. Looking down at Jeongyeon hungrily, you make quick work of your already loose tie and shirt. Undoing your belt and dropping your pants you watch Jeongyeon run her hands up the curves of her body before grabbing her tits and arching her back off the bed.

“Hurry up slowpoke. I want to see what you’re hiding from me.”

“Take those panties off and I’ll do a lot more than show you.”

With a satisfied smirk removes her panties as you pull your remaining clothes off. Jeongyeon hums in satisfaction as she sees your cock standing tall. She opens her legs and holds them open, inviting you to enter her.

Crawling over top of Jeongyeon you capture her lips for the first time. Jeongyeon kisses you back and brings her hands to your head, running them through your hair and pulling you deeper in.

Guiding your dick into Jeongyeon’s wet cavern, the hopeless woman lets out a long, muffled moan as your cock stretches her out.

“Oh fuck baby…” Jeongyeon moans as you slowly slide in and out of her, reaching deeper into her with every thrust.

Her tits begin to bounce erotically in front of your face as your thrusts start to intensify. Wrapping a hand around one, you flick your tongue against her hardened nipple. Soon you feel Jeongyeon wrap her legs around your waist as she holds her body tightly against yours.

You release her nipple and hook your arms under her legs. Placing her ankles on your shoulders, you lean further into Jeongyeon to give yourself a better angle.

“What’s this big boy? You going to go deeper now?” she teasingly asks.

“You ready?” you say while smirking at the sexy woman.

“Fuck yes I’m ready, don’t hold back baby.”

With that said, you start rapidly pounding into her. Jeongyeon's moans get louder and she begins shuddering a bit as she nears her own peak. The sound of your hips hitting hers is music to your ears as you give one almighty thrust and bury yourself to the hilt, feeling her velvet walls tighten around your cock.

"Oh fuck!" she cries out.

With that, hot liquid rushes over your cock coating it in her love as she begins quivering.

You slowly roll your hips in and out of her while she rides out her orgasm. Once her high has subsided, you go back to pounding into her with the same vigor as before. It doesn't take long before the walls of her cunt recoats your dick with another fresh layer of love juice.

"Your pussy feels so fucking good Jeongyeon. It feels like you're milking me for all I've got."

"Don't stop, harder, faster, please. Don't stop."

Your cock grows even harder inside of her as you give her exactly what she desires. She begins clawing at your back and shoulders as you push yourself closer and closer to the edge. With a few more slams, you feel yourself reach your limit as you cum hard within her. Jeongyeon pants as you continue your relentless assault, not allowing yourself to stop until the last waves of orgasm leave you.

The two of you rest there for a moment, basking in the glow of your combined fluids before you slowly slide out.

“I hope you got some material to use.”

A/N - Sorry this one is a little later than the other 2, but it took me a while today to think of a good scenario. But I’m very happy with what I was able to come up with so I hope you all are too. I also once again may have gone a taaaaaad bit over the 2k mark lol. I also wanted to make sure I did Jeongyeon justice for locke since I promised him god knows how long ago I’d do a Jeongyeon piece. 3 down, 6 more to go. Hope you all enjoy reading it~

#twice smut #jeongyeon smut #male reader #reader insert #jeongyeon #twice #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction

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pairing: Luka / Marinette (Viperion / Multimouse) word count: 8,961 / 16,208 (in total) chapter: 2/3 rating: E summary: “Is everything okay? You’re looking a little lost. Did something happen at Uni, again?” “I’m peachy,” Multimouse wheezes, snapping back into focus. What was she even doing here, again? What was the point of showing up? She can’t even remember. Right. Right. Seduce him. Sort of. Or at least confess. Or at least get to kiss him again… “Perfectly peachy. Everything is so much wetter— better— now that I’m here. Nothing happened at school— I just— oh gooseberries.” Luka barks out a laugh, running his fingers through his hair. She wonders if his hair is as soft as it looks.

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She’s showered. She’s shaved. She’s gotten shampoo in her eye.

She hopes the redness isn’t noticeable.

Multimouse is many things— friendly, approachable, known as Paris’s sweetheart with many sweet bakery treats named after her using puns, such as Multi-feuille, or Multideleines— but they have no idea that she sits on top of the Liberty’s roof, wiggling her toes over the Seine, trying not to bite her lips raw at the thought of trying to seduce the guy she’s already had a feverish moment with.

It’s a soft night, with small dots of twinkling stars that burn and force their way through the light-polluted Parisian night, but she doesn’t mind how it’s dark enough out that no one can really see her unless they purposely go looking for her. She’s practically invisible, with the closest street lamp to her still being too far away for her to be illuminated by it. No one knows that she’s here— no one knows that she’s hiding in the shadows.

Quiet— quaint— small and hidden away like an actual mouse that sticks to the shadows so that she isn’t seen. She’s not sure if it’s Mullo’s instincts that coerce her to stick to the shadows or if it’s just her nerves.

After all— getting here, onto the Liberty, was half of the battle for her.

She’s never done this before. She’s never even considered this an option… how does she do this? She doesn’t even have a solid plan.

And Multimouse never not has a plan.

Even if she knows that Viperion— no, Luka— likes her, thinks about her sexually— she just can’t shake the feeling that her confession isn’t going to work out in her favor, that she’s going to walk away embarrassed and humiliated.

She can prepare and prepare again and over prepare for whatever she’s planning all she wants— but it’s the actual doing part that she usually gets stuck on. She can shower, she can shave, she can get shampoo in her eyes— she can text Juleka to maybe casually imply that she’s going to try to confess to her brother, not mentioning that she’s going to do it as her superhero identity instead of Marinette, and actually get Juleka to push everyone out of the house on one nice and evening Friday night— but none of that matters if she doesn’t actually get here.

She got here.

And now is dawdling on the next step— actually talking to him.

She has to try. Juleka had cleared the boat of stragglers in record time when she found out that she’d been planning on confessing to her brother— Multimouse seriously has no idea how the girl managed to get her mother off the boat, but she’s gone. It’s just him in there now. She’s grateful that she doesn’t have access to her nails to chew them through, because she’s shaking like a battery from how much her nerves consume her.

She plays with her necklace between her hands as she leans forward to put her elbows on her thighs, looking out to the water below— looking down at how the only open-blind window on the boat flickers with light as he passes next to it.

It sounds like he’s finished taking his shower— but all of it is really muffled, given that he lives in the equivalent of a metal can with sails— but either way, she stands up and starts to creep her way towards the front entrance of his house before she can convince herself that this is a bad idea and that she should turn around and book it and pretend that she never thought of this idea in the first place. Besides, it can’t be that bad of an idea, right?

This is a bad idea.

This is a very bad idea— oh— oh no.

She barely finishes knocking on the window next to the door before he pulls it open with a yelp and a curse spilling out of his lips, halfway through putting on his shirt. She stands there, transfixed, trying not to burst into flames as she catches the sight of toned and defined muscle from years of hard-earned wins against Hawkmoth disappear behind the widest shirt in existence with a heavy-metal band logo she’s never heard of, and how those muscles trail down and disappear into very low-riding sweatpants.

She knows he has muscles— she knows how big his arms are and that the pattern of his scales on his suit aren’t just to give the illusion of abs— because she’s seen him many times before with barely anything of a shirt on when the summer heat in Paris is too rough and everyone piles onto the Liberty to attempt to catch a draft.

She’s seen the way his back muscles move when he’s helping tear down stage sets for his band— she’s had many glass bottles of soda slip out of her hands at the sight of him naturally keeping up with Ivan and Kim’s strength— she’s seen all of it. Luka is nothing short of strong.

But now she knows just how it feels to have those same muscles pressed up against her. She might faint. “Uhm.”

“Hey! Sorry— I didn’t know you were going to come over tonight— you scared me with that knock. I thought I had the whole boat to myself.” Luka smiles at her, using his arm with the snake tattoo that wraps and coils around his forearm to pull out a couple necklaces of his own from underneath his shirt. Even though the shirt is wide, it seems to have a bit of a problem wrapping comfortably around his shoulders— and the neckline is wide enough to show his collarbones.

What does she even focus on? What does she want to look at the most?

“Sorry—” She blinks fast. Shirt. Chest. Arms. Sweatpants. Smile. Lips. Lips that bruised her neck so badly she had to keep her hair down for the entire week just to hide it from Alya’s enthusiastic gaze. Kissable lips. Lips she imagines all over her body all the time. Lips that— “S-sorry! Uhm. I’m just, uh— I didn’t mean to scare you!”

“I’m kidding, Mousey—” He’s all teeth when he smiles. She knows how those feel on her skin now, too— she knows how it feels to have him drag his mouth and lips all over her jaw— she has to lean against the door frame to stop herself from collapsing from how much she wants to feel it all over again. Her skin feels sensitive just at the thought. “I just got out of the shower and it was totally quiet out there. Really did think it was just going to be a quiet night by myself. Even mom’s out— probably went to go harass that last cop that gave her warning for the noise complaint. What do you think?”

Had he thought about her in the shower? He’s not flushed at all— nothing indicative of anything he had said inside the closet about how he’s always thinking of her— but Luka’s usually not one to lose his cool. It’s impossible to get a gauge out of his emotions when he hides it— something he’s incredibly good at when he’s Viperion. She’s shown up after his shower— presumably the time where he thinks about her in the most private way— and there’s absolutely nothing telling her that it’s true.

She never would’ve known if he hadn’t told her in the closet.

Assuming he even was telling the truth…

“Mousey?”

She snaps back into focus. “Oh! Right! Uhm— are you busy? D-do you want me to leave? Come back another time? When you’re not busy? Very busy?”

“Busy? Yeah, right,” He snorts good humoredly. “Busy on my laptop watching videos, probably. This place is an absolute bust when there’s no one here— you’re doing me a favor by being here.”

“S-so you don’t want me to leave?” She eeps. If he even makes one single implication that he doesn’t want her to show up, she’ll turn around and leave with no hesitation— her nerves are eating at her to the point where she’s ready to run anyways.

“No, of course not. Stay. Please.” He adjusts his necklaces to stop tangling with each other. They jingle when they hit together— a pleasant clinking noise on a pleasant night, but she’s busy taking in how shiny and pearlescent his arm is with the beautiful blue color on the coils of the snake’s body and how it matches the gold diamond shapes in strategic places. “You’re always welcome here, you know. I love it when you’re here.”

“Yep— yes. Totally.”

His hair is so much blacker and so much more bluer when it’s wet. She can’t stop staring at him, her mouth shaped into a circle, as he looks down at her with a shift in his brows when he’s stopped focusing on his necklaces. “You okay?”

“Wet.”

He blinks very slowly, speaking to her so softly, almost as if she’ll scamper off if he startles her. “Oh. Are you?”

“I meant— I meant your hair—” She squeaks, trying her best not to catch on fire from the way her cheeks heat and steam, waving her hands in the air, steaming harder when he laughs. “Sorry— oh my gooseberries I’m so sorry— that was so weird I didn’t mean to say that outloud, I mean, I just, I didn’t know you wash your hair at night— uhm— it just caught me by surprise!”

“Take a breath,” He smiles.

“Sorry,” She does.

“You need to work on your meditation again, you’re not focusing as well as you usually do.” He tilts his head with a wink. She tries her best not to follow the drops of water down his neck, down to where there’s a very obvious bruise on the side of his neck. Oh. Oh. She did that. She… she did that. She bit him. And grinded on him. And listened to him talk about how much he wanted to finger her— “Is everything okay? You’re looking a little lost. Something happen at Uni again?”

“I’m peachy,” She wheezes, snapping back into focus. What was she even doing here, again? What was the point of showing up? She can’t even remember. Right. Right. Seduce him. Sort of. Or at least confess. Or at least get to kiss him again… “Perfectly peachy. Everything is so much wetter— better— now that I’m here. Nothing happened at school— I just— oh gooseberries.”

He barks out a laugh, running his fingers through his hair. She wonders if his hair is as soft as it looks. “Alright, let’s backtrack for a bit so you get your focus back. Do you not wash your hair at night?”

She’s so thankful for this man.

“My hair is too thick for that, I need to wash it in the mornings or it’ll never dry.” She ignores her voice crack. What is she doing, talking about hair care at his door, eyes missile-locked onto the bite mark on his neck? Why is she like this? “A-anyway! Sorry to— drop in on you— I know it’s really late— uhm— I just wanted to, uh— talk? To you? Maybe? But, again, it’s okay if you’re busy— watching videos is always really fun, isn’t it? I totally won’t mind—”

“You’re thinking too much, Mousey.” He grins. “It’s fine. I’ve never not wanted you here before, right? Let’s shut the door before someone sees you.”

As if Paris would believe anyone gossipping about Paris’s sweetheart dropping by a houseboat in the middle of the city, chatting up a man only a year older than her during the night time. She’s pretty sure that everyone is convinced that she’s perpetually stuck at the age of fifteen, instead of twenty four— always too small and too cinnamon roll and too pure to be sneaking into men’s houses, because that’s not what Multimouse does.

Sometimes being adored by millions and being put on a pedestal by this city is taxing. She doesn’t mind being considered sweet and friendly— but it’s exhausting to have to hear the slight infantilization the city ends up pushing on her. Maybe she should try cursing in public during a fight— see how many people she ends up disappointing.

She wonders if Luka hates being considered the silent, brooding type. He’s approachable— but most people on the internet and Alya’s commenters on the blog assume that he’s dark— mysterious— handsome and well spoken almost like a prince.

If only.

He has a mouth of a sailor. She’s seen him get coffee foam up his nose from laughter whenever she tries the aerial rope and continuously ends up failing. He doesn’t know how to swim, even though he lives on a boat— he writes so much music in his notebooks that his room is an absolute mess of paper that he tries to keep organized using folders and binders and sticking loose leafs of poetry on the walls.

The last time they watched a documentary about penguins, he’d cried the whole way through, talking about how he wishes he could help all the exhausted and freezing little chicks. Not to mention whenever there’s a documentary about rodents on the television, he ends up crying too, smothering her in hugs that makes her face burst into flames.

The comments did get it right about the handsome, though. Very handsome.

“A-are you sure?”

“Come on. I want you inside.”

She closes the door behind her, making sure that her tail isn’t snipped off on accident, trying not to loop the words come and I and want and you in her head. Even with all the nasty, absolutely dirty things he’s said to her already— somehow that manages to get her knees to almost buckle.

“So, uhm, is your family home? Juleka? Maybe?” Her voice is absolutely not this high! Get it together!

He blinks at her curiously, thinning his lips as he no-doubt tries to keep his laughter in. Luka’s always been a tease. “You know the answer to that, don’t you?”

Does he mean that he knows that Marinette was supposed to show up to his house? Oh, no. What has she done? Was it a bad idea telling Juleka to possibly go to Rose’s house, and maybe spend the night there, if all went well? How does she get out of this one? “W-well— I—”

“Best hearing in Paris, after all, right? You’d be able to hear if anyone else was on the boat with us.”

Duh. God, she feels like an idiot. “Y-yeah. I know. I just— I just wanted to know. To hear you say it, I mean.”

“Did you?” His face transforms into one full of humor, and she can do nothing but bite her lip raw at how handsome he is when his eyes crinkle in that boyish way of his. “What did you want to hear me say, Mousey?”

Anything. Everything. As long as he keeps talking, she’ll be miserable— but loving every moment of it, and he’ll have no idea because Luka doesn’t know that she knows he’s Viperion and thinks about his voice so often that she’s constantly balancing on a hair trigger.

“Uhm—” She taps her fingers along her thighs. “I— you know— I just wanted to hear you say that we’re alone.”

“Only that?” He hums, turning around to go probably drop off his towel back in the bathroom.

“Yes?” She’s never been so unsure before in her life, and she flounders as she follows him further into the boat, following him into his room just past the kitchen. “I mean yes obviously— why would I— need or want more— uhm— that would be— weird and definitely wouldn't make any contextual sense— I mean it’s not as if I—”

He pauses to look at her. She does her absolute best not to burst into flames. “You know, I’ve never realized it until now— you are absolutely one horny girl, little mouse. Dropping by and immediately asking me to start pillow talking you—”

She doesn’t even hear him, bouncing on the balls of her boots, squeaking a floorboard that is always loose no matter how much the Couffaines try to glue or hammer it down. She’s certain she’s watched them rip out just to put back a new floorboard— and yet it still continues to squeak. “That’s not true! That’s totally not true I’m— you know— I’m just—”

“Yes?”

“It’s just that your voice is melodical— it’s so soothing and you know I have anxiety and things but being able to hear your voice always makes me calm down— it’s so nice to just— just relax— and let someone else think of things for me—”

“Breathe, Mousey.”

“Thank you.” She gasps in air, proving his point for him.

His eyes shine with something as she sucks in her breaths. “How long have you been waiting for me to pull you inside and take care of you?”

She whines, crossing her arms. “You’re being totally unfair right now, Luka, you can’t just start talking dirty to me—”

He laughs, pulling open the door to his room. “I’m not talking dirty to you, not yet.”

“And just assume that I’ll listen—”

He pauses again to look at her, and it’s enough to make her bite her lip by how absolutely jaw-dropping he looks. “Oh, you won’t? And here I thought that’s what you wanted. Is that not what you wanted?”

“What do you—”

His eyelashes are black smudges against his cheeks as his gaze drops to her lips when he brushes her jaw with the back of his hand. “Do you not want me to take care of you in the way you want? Do you not want me to tell you all of the filthiest things you want to hear?”

“Gooseberries you have no idea how much I’ll listen if you do because I will— I promise you I will— I mean I’ll do anything as long as you keep talking— I promise— I’ll be good for you, I promise—” She almost smacks her forehead in an attempt to stop squeaking out her words, instead choosing to nearly rub her cheeks raw with her gloves.

Gentle and giant hands reach for her wrists with such slowness it almost boarders asinine. “Hey. Don’t hurt yourself— that looks like it hurts.”

She drops her hands from her face without question, letting him pet and smooth away the redness from her skin. “But— I— come on, I have to focus first! At least let me try to say what I came here to say, don’t just immediately flip the script back on me!”

He turns to walk into his room, leaving her standing there, looking around and wondering if that was an invitation to start talking. He’s cleaned his room a bit— there’s no laundry on the floor this time— but his room still continues to look like a snake’s den from how cluttered it is.

He sits down comfortably in that pouf chair of his, the one she’s always wondered how it fit through the front door. Maybe they floated it in through the window, she’s not sure. It’s massive— huge— full of stuffing and fun to sit on whenever she’s here for a party and is starting to feel drunk, or here to goof off in his presence whenever it’s just the two of them and she has nothing better to do. It’s close enough to Luka’s bed that it feels like a challenge, for her, and she always feels victorious whenever she manages to convince herself to sit there.

“How long have you known, Mull?”

“K-known what?” She freezes at the doorframe, finally realizing what’s happened when he simply spins the leather strap of his miraculous on his wrist, looking at her with raised brows. “Uhm.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh oh. Oh no. Oh no. How did you—”

“I don’t think you make it a habit of begging any man you come across, unless you know who they are already.”

“I— yes— only you, Luka. I’ve only begged for you.” She nods very slowly.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bite.” Some form of a thought twinkles in his eyes as he says it. “Not yet, at least. Don’t freak out, it’s okay that you know. I kind of figured you knew. It’s okay.”

“Y-you did?”

“Of course.”

“But—” She gestures around. “How?”

He tilts his head, looking at her with such a curious face. “Intuition, I guess. Or maybe paranoia. Hey, have you known for longer than a year?”

“Ah—” She shifts on her feet. “No. Sort of. I kinda was guessing it, but— I mean— I got genuine confirmation about a month ago.”

“Have you been showing up because you knew?”

“No, no. I didn’t know when I first started showing up— I’ve been showing up because I really like you— you as in Luka, that is. And then I found Sass playing hide and seek with Mullo when I went to the bathroom, and, well I totally didn’t know what to do when I found out that you were actually in fact my partner— and then I couldn’t stop thinking about you and by then I— I had already— fallen in— uhm— with you on both sides—”

This takes him by surprise. “You’ve been here detransformed?”

She pinches her eyes shut. “Uhm—”

“We know each other, don’t we?” He exhales. “That— I mean— that does make sense. You are always so conveniently close by whenever there’s an Akuma that attacks the Liberty— and only god fucking knows why it’s always the Liberty. You’d think my mom would learn after a while to stop picking fights with the cops. Or the government in general. This place is a breeding ground for Akumas— Hawkmoth is one day just going to set up camp around here, I think.”

He taps at his jaw as he thinks. No doubt he’s trying to place her as one of his friends— or maybe his sister’s.

“It’s a good thing Couffaines know how to party, right?” She eeps into the silence, trying not to bolt for the door. Would he try following her? Would he grab her and pin her down so she can’t try to give up from how embarrassed she is? Would he let her go? She’d be far too easy to catch, if he did go after her— she’s weak at the knees at the idea of being in his arms again. “I mean— It’s always so much fun being here but I understand if you don’t want me to— to show up— anymore— and—”

“Little mouse, I hope you know I’m not mad. I can’t be mad at you.” Those six little words makes her legs weak by how thankful she is. She could weep— already starting to feel how her eyes water at the words. “I’d never be mad at you for knowing. I just— I wish I knew sooner, too.”

“I didn’t know what to do—” She hunches her shoulders, trying her absolute best not to curl in on herself but not having too much of a say in it as her body goes through the motions on its own. “I couldn’t just stop showing up, cause then you’d suspect it—”

“It would’ve been okay if you had told me, just like there’s nothing wrong with you telling me now.” He extends out his arm, asking for her hand.

She hides her face in her gloves. “I’m sorry. I really, really am sorry, Luka— I really f-fucked up.”

“No you didn’t.”

Those words fill her stomach with butterflies, stopping her from forming any more tears. “I— I didn’t?”

“Of course not, Mull. It’s okay.”

“But I—”

“It’s alright— I know why you didn’t tell me— it’s okay. I’m not upset at you— I’m not disappointed.” He gives her a smile. “Come here. You look like you’re about to cry— I don’t want you to cry.”

She crosses into his room, making sure to step over the scattered amps and repeaters— his guitar case, too— willingly reaching for his hand by giving him four of her fingers. His smile widens when she makes contact with his hands— his fingernails nearly as black as her suit.

His thumb rubs against the hexleather that wraps around her knuckles, and she tries her best not to sound so needy when she drops to her knees so they can be at a better height with each other. She doesn’t like it when she’s taller, so she fits between the opening of his legs just enough so she can place her forearm on his thighs, looking up at him with what she hopes is a thankful smile, even as her eyesight wavers.

“Congratulations on saying your first curse word,” He pets underneath her eyes with a laugh. She can’t feel it, because of the domino mask, but it’s comforting enough to her that her eyes squint at the sensation. “I never thought I’d be the one to hear it first.”

“I’ve cursed before,” Her smile twitches as she tries not to giggle despite the tears that collect at the sides of her eyes. “I just don’t make it a habit.”

“Oh yeah? What other curse words have you said?”

“I think I’ve said ‘ass’ before.” She has to think about it, much to his amusement. “Well. If I hadn’t before, I guess I have now.”

His laughter consumes him. “What a milestone.”

“You’ve been many of my firsts,” She smiles with him. “Maybe hopefully all of them can be with you, too?”

His face blossoms in color— she’s never seen him caught so off guard before. Maybe he isn’t as cool and collected as she’s always thought— maybe he does actually get satisfaction when she says what’s on her mind about how she’s wanting to have everything with him. “God, who are you, Mull? Who’s the girl of my dreams who keeps telling me she wants everything I can give her? Is it even a good idea to tell me?”

“You can know,” She nods, shivering as he brushes her jawline with his black nails and back of his palm. She likes these gentle touches— she likes the way it feels to have such a loving hand on her. “It’s only fair.”

“Hmmm, no. I want you to tell me if you want to tell me.” His eyes narrow at her. “Don’t tell me just to even the playing field. If you want to remain anonymous, I don’t mind.”

It always worries her at how plain kind and loyal he is. He would be completely right if he decided to kick her out— or to turn her away— but instead of any anger or resentment he’s simply there.

He’s always there for her— always making sure that she’s okay. If she’s eaten. If she’s going to get home safely, when the Akuma attacks are at night. It’s hard not to fall in love with a man who cares about her in the way he does. He’s always been a nurturing man— he’s never hard on her, even when he has the right to be.

Well. He’s only hard on her when they’re stuck in a closet together.

“You don’t?”

“Okay, maybe that’s a bit of a lie,” Luka smiles as he looks down at her. His sweatpants are soft against her cheek as she continues to blink slowly up at him, trying not to purse her lips in want. “I’m very curious about who you are, Mousey. I’ve always wondered who’s the girl underneath— I’ve known you since we were fifteen. Of course I want to know more about the girl who takes up so much of my notebooks.”

“I don’t mind you knowing.” She eeps.

“You don’t?”

“No— not at all! I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, really, Luka. Our friends kept telling me to try asking you out— god, Jules especially, but I— I really couldn’t do any of it, I kept chickening out.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“And then I found out that it’s so much easier to talk to you when I’m in the suit— so I— I kept trying to get the courage to ask you out in the suit and then I found out that you’re Viperion and I just didn’t know how to handle it— so I just— and then the closet— and I made up my mind to tell you— you— today about my feelings. Pretty sure your sister was going to fillet me alive if I texted her saying I couldn’t do it. ”

Something clicks in his head, she can see it. “Marinette.”

“Well, yeah, I mean I could’ve tried as myself but I mean I don’t have any faith in myself at all—” She almost bites her tongue. “What?”

“Marinette?” He tilts his head. “The only person I know that could be your height— could be your size— and a girl I’ve barely been able to get a couple of sentences out of.”

“Hi.” Multimouse says, trying to swallow, but somehow not being able to. “Yes. That’s me?”

“Hi,” His smile softens. “That makes sense, you know. Juleka even thought that the hickey on my neck was from you when she saw it, and I didn’t understand why.”

How mortifying. “S-she did?”

“Oh. Oh. That’s why you ended up in my bed that one night, isn’t it? Because you like me and you were too drunk to stop wanting to cuddle?”

She worries her lip between her teeth. His gaze drops to watch her chew her bottom lip almost raw. “Oh. Yes— that’s— uhm. Please don’t hate me— I’m sorry— your bed has always looked so comfortable— and I really wanted to sleep next to you—”

“Take a breath, Mari.” His eyes glitter when she sucks in a breath on command. She would feel embarrassed by how easy it is for her to comply, but all she feels is warmth that starts to coil in between her legs whenever he tells her to do something. “It’s okay. I’m so happy it’s you.”

“You are? You don’t hate me?”

“Absolutely don’t hate you. I’d never be able to hate you— how could I hate you?”

“No?”

“Never.”

“Not even if I got us stuck in a closet together for an hour—”

“Definitely not then, either.” He grins. “Fuck, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that. About you.”

“M-me neither,” She confesses easily, trying not to shift too much between his legs. “I— I’ve been wanting— uhm—”

“Ah, yes. That. You can say it, can’t you?” He leans forward so that she has to lean back in order to not get her face shoved into his chest from the angle. “Can you say it for me? I want to hear you say it, if you’re willing.”

She cranes her neck up to look at him square in the eyes, still sitting on her folded knees and calves, looking at the way his mouth quirks to the side as he licks his teeth. His necklaces dangle— jingle like dog tags between them— hitting her lightly on the collarbone but with just enough pressure to make her make a noise that sounds like an unf. “I— uhm— I’ve been wanting more. Ever since we did it in the closet.”

He almost looks surprised at her admission. “Good job, Mull.”

She feels a little brave. “I want to— if you’re willing— spend the night with you. Please.”

He groans. “Of course I want to spend the night with you. Every night. Keep you here in my room for weeks— you don’t have to ask if I’m willing— but it’s nice to hear it. It always reminds me at how good of a person you are.”

Warmth explodes on her cheeks as she blushes. “I’ve— I’m— I have to ask.”

“I know.”

“I know that I’m the one that is always so shy and timid— but— you deserve to have your boundaries respected too, Luka.”

“I think I like this better than when you call me Vai,” He laughs. He kisses her on the cheek— below the eyelids— where the lip of her domino mask meets skin— missing her mouth entirely even as she turns to try to meet him. She tries not to whine as she grips the fabric that bunches at his knees. “Not that the nickname isn’t good— it’s perfect— but you don’t understand just how many times I jack off while thinking about you calling me by my real name, Mousinette.”

She squeaks at the nickname, trying not to blossom into a full-body red. “I— how many times?”

“Every night,” He says simply, like he’s relaying the weather. He has no idea how his words burn in her core— why her tail becomes so agitated, even if it’s only half sentient— why exactly she gasps as she feels a sharp zing that settles between her legs. “I’m so glad that Marinette ended up being the little mouse I think about every night.”

“Every—?”

“Imagine my surprise, getting out of a shower after thinking about nothing but you and all the noises you made in my ear and seeing you stand there in front of my door.” He grins against her skin. Will he bite her? Snatch her and keep her? Use her as nothing but a bed warmer? “Fuck, Mousey. If I hadn’t been debating on whether or not you knew I would’ve dragged you into my room and onto my bed without even saying hello.”

“Please. Please.” She swallows, the idea of never leaving his burrow almost making her want to pounce on him. “I want that.”

“It’s getting harder and harder to stop thinking about you when you’re gone.”

“W-why?”

“You don’t think I can forget about you after that wonderful performance you gave me, do you?” Even when not transformed, and he doesn’t have any fangs, his teeth graze along her skin in a way that makes her toes twitch in her boots. She shivers as he follows her neck up to the patch of skin behind the ear, nosing into the sensitive area to the point where she pants. “I’ll be honest, I came home that night wanting more.”

“I— I can— give you more,” She tilts her head to the side, letting him kiss and suck bruises into her skin. She bruises like a peach, usually, and for the second time in her life she’s so thankful for how pale her skin is. “S-so much more.”

“Can you?”

“Please— I can give you anything you’d like, just tell me what to do and I’ll do it—”

“Within reason, of course.”

“Within reason,” She parrots, but more out of politeness than anything else. It’s only fair for her to agree— she obviously doesn’t want to be uncomfortable throughout any of this— but her list of potential no’s is definitely dwindling as the nights go on and she is subjected to fantasy after fantasy of what she wants him to do with her. To her. The preposition isn’t important anymore. She wants it all. “But I’d do anything for you, Luka. I— I may not have done much— any— at all before, but I want to. I trust you not to do anything damaging, if that’s what you’re trying to say.”

“No— of course not. I wouldn’t dream of putting you through pain.”

Something cold whooshes in her stomach. “N-no?”

“I’m not a brute, you know— you deserve something gentle— I want to be gentle with you— I’m still worried you’re afraid of me. Besides, I don’t like the idea of hurting you in general, it wouldn’t feel right.”

“No? Not… even a little tiny smidge? Maybe?” She squeaks out that last part, feeling self conscious about the way he pauses. There’s a question forming, she can tell by the way his brows pinch together— she bites her lip to stop herself from making a noise.

His gaze drops to her lips, and instead of responding to what she’s proposed, he whispers out: “Don’t hurt yourself, Mousey.”

He kisses her. Hard— almost painful, ironically— with the way he clicks their teeth together as she whines. He slides his hand to keep it at the back of her neck, kissing her in the same way they had in the closet. There’s a pull at her wrist, and an arm snaking underneath her shoulder, and she finds herself being deposited onto his lap.

Oh, she’s missed this.

Sweet gooseberries. She can already feel how stiff he’s starting to get in these criminally low sweatpants of his— and she hasn’t even done anything besides kiss him a bit and just tell him how she really feels. The man underneath her is honest, and never would be able to lie to her about his feelings— he really is enjoying this.

She wants him to enjoy everything.

Everything.

“What kind of hurt are you into, Mousinette?” He hums. His voice feels like pure ecstasy in her veins as he rumbles out his words, and she nearly loses feeling in the very same legs that prop her up when gives her a swat on her ass, causing her to gasp. The impact is lessened by the properties of her hexleather— but it’s enough to make her face flush and lashes flutter. “Oh. Oh. So you mean that kind?”

“Luka—”

“You’ve never done anything and yet you already know that you like getting spanked. Incredible, little mouse— do you practice on yourself with the things you like?”

She nods. “I’ve only been able to— to try out things on myself, but, yes— I know a lot about what I like— and— and don’t, by trial and— error—”

“Fuck that’s hot. Just how far do your fantasies go, I wonder?” He laughs. “Tell me, please. I want to know all of it— you know, I never got to hear what you think about when you’re fingering yourself— even though you promised.”

“I did. You’re right— I really did. But maybe later, we have other things to do—” She tries kissing him again, but he tilts his head enough so that she ends up kissing the corner of his mouth, and she whines. “Luka, please— I want—”

“I can’t do what you want if you don’t tell me what it is,” He mouths against her jaw. “Please tell me. What was the last idea you fingered yourself to?”

“I thought about how I want you to pin me down—” Her breath hitches when he follows the curve of her spine with his fingers. “I thought about how I want— I need— you to bend me over— and— and take off my clothes— I can be totally naked for you and you can wear every single piece of clothing on you, I promise it’s okay— let me be yours, Luka—”

He hisses. “Shit, Mousey. Where do you want me to fuck you?”

“On your bed— your kitchen table—” She scrambles to come up with answers as he continues to move his fingers up and down her back, petting her so gently it almost feels like a tease. “Outside, too, o-on the— on the deck—”

“Oh, you liked the outside idea, didn’t you?”

“Yes— yes—”

“What do you want me to do to you?” At her whining and begging, he smiles at her with such gentility she feels like she’s melting. “Please. Please tell me.”

She whooshes air out of her lungs. “I want you to finger me like you said you would— finger me until I come three times.”

“Four, Mousey.” He amends. “I won’t be satisfied until you’re gushing all over my fingers. I’ll make a fucking mess out of you.”

“F-four.” She parrots, feeling her eyesight go hazy at the idea. She hears her tail hit something— probably the side of his bed— but she can’t focus enough to pay attention to it. “Eat— eat me out, too. Please. Uhm. M-maybe finger me and— and maybe suck my— my clit at the same time.”

She has to pause so that he can kiss her, coaxing her tongue into his mouth. He sucks on her tongue like he’s trying to prove something to her— she’s not sure what— but regardless of whatever it is, it’s enough for her to whine and pant, gripping his wet strands of hair between her fingers to stop herself from rubbing herself all over his chest and abs.

“You’d do this all outside on the deck of the Liberty?” He hums when he breaks away, licking the bridge of saliva that formed between their mouths.

“More than just that, but, yes—”

He gives a noise of approval that makes her wetter. “What do you think Paris would say if they ever caught a glance of Viperion breeding Multimouse on rooftops across the city, or finding out that you beg for it and don’t stop begging until you’re satisfied? Do you think they would be upset with you because you weren’t behaving like the proper princess everyone thinks you are?”

She wants it. She wants it so badly. The idea is so tantalizing that she can feel that low buzz of an incoming dry-orgasm, never even touched— never even fingered. Oh, how this man is everything she’s ever wanted. Just being able to sit in his lap is enough to get her to want to stain her suit.

“I don’t care,” She breathes, and she really does shift, then, her knees not being able to handle holding her up in any way any longer. She sits on his thighs, her legs spread wide so that they can go over his— everything about him is massive and so much bigger than her. “Anywhere— anywhere you decide on taking me, Luka— I want to do it anywhere you want to, I don’t care if people find out that I’m not their sweetheart— that I’m not their sweet little angel saving the city—”

“Oh, you’re all of that for sure— you just happen to be one horny little mouse, too.” He laughs against her mouth when she moans and grinds her sex against one of his thighs like she knows how to do. Sparks of color bleed against the back of her lids as she chases the orgasm that continues to build and build and build.

He shifts his leg, giving her a better angle. There’s a gasp trying to spill out of her mouth— heat curling between her legs as she continues to rub herself almost painfully hard on the thick muscle that makes up his thigh— trying not to exhaust herself as she rubs and rubs and rubs and— “Luka? Please?”

“Are you asking me permission to come?” He says it like he doesn’t believe her, looking at her with almost an awed look to his face.

“Please,” She repeats, nodding her head hard enough for it to hurt.

“Alright,” He whispers. “You can do it. Come for me without me even touching you— go on.”

She does.

He tightens his grip on her waist and the curve of her spine as she places her forehead down on his shoulder, riding wave after wave of heat that washes over her. Her legs feel like liquid— the space between her thighs even more so. She’s completely and totally doused in a fever that almost makes it claustrophobic to stay in her suit.

“That’s it,” He kisses her ear— her temple— whatever’s closest to him on the side of her face. “Good job, Mousinette. Very good job. You did so well—”

“Luka—” She sighs, trying not to accidentally crush the charms on his necklaces with her fist as she grips them with a hand, trying to get her strength back. “Luka, I want more.”

There’s a bit of an edge to his voice, “Oh, do you? Are you unsatisfied?”

“No— not unsatisfied— I want more. I just want you.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” He laughs. His voice feels like satin on her sensitive skin. “Not that watching you wasn’t good— I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sit in this chair ever again without thinking of you fucking my leg. That was fucking hot, Mousey.”

“Sorry—” She doesn’t really mean it, feeling like she’s on the edge of her seat, even as her body continues to slow down and fill her with good emotions, making her feel as viscous as honey as she curls in his lap. “I’m so sorry— I just— I need— more— Luka— one isn’t enough— I need you—”

“Detransform for me so we can do exactly that, Mousey.” His eyes look dark, pupils blown wide open as he smiles. “Let me fuck you.”

She’s never nodded harder in her life. She calls off her transformation, the necklace that rests on her chest glowing before unleashing her kwami. Mullo blinks wide at the sight of the two of them in an obviously precarious position— the little mouse kwami grinning wide as the suit is done unstitching from Marinette’s body, leaving her in her clothes she wore before leaving her house, her hair falling against her ears and down her back. “You confessed? You confessed! You actually did it!”

“Lolo—” She mumbles into Luka’s collarbone, trying to hide her blushing cheeks. “Come on. Don’t embarrass me.”

“Oh— but— I’m so happy, Princess! I can’t believe you did it! You spent so long freaking out in your room I thought I was going to have to force a transformation on you!”

“Lolo!”

“Hi, Mullo. Sass is upstairs, I think, probably near the sails.” Luka grins, cutting Marinette off with a hand to her mouth before she can continue responding. She squeaks behind his hand— how the rings on his hands feel cold against her skin. “No doubt trying to cover his ears from the noise.”

“A sensitive one to sound, isn’t he?” Mullo winks, giggling behind her paws. “Well, well, you know what to call out if you need us! Try not to be too loud for Sass’s sake, okay?”

Luka makes her lean back from his lap when Mullo disappears through the ceiling. “Hi.”

“Hi.” She whispers back, muffled by the hand that covers her giggles.

“So. You really are the girl of my dreams and fantasies, huh?” There’s a tilt to his head as he says it, looking her over appreciatively. “Give me a second to look at you— I can’t believe I missed all the obvious signs of you being the girl I love.”

Something flatlines in her head. “D-dreams?”

“And fantasies,” He adds, shifting her in his lap with a laugh. “Come on, little mouse. You already know that. You can definitely feel it, too. I’m not lying when I said all I can think about is fucking you.”

“I— I know. I did just spend— I totally just grinded on you until I came, but I mean— it’s— it’s a little harder to believe— when I’m not—” She’s blushing, finally able to feel just how exactly stiff he is in his pants— she cuts herself off with a needy whine. “Oh, gooseberries, I’m sorry, Luka— you know I stutter a lot when I’m very shy.”

He kisses his palm over where her mouth is. “It’s okay. You’re doing okay— great, actually. There’s nothing to be shy or afraid of, Mousinette, even if you’re willingly walking into a snake’s den while being this cute.”

She giggles.

“You really do need to get out of your boat more often, Luka,” She pouts behind his hand. “You’re going to spend so much time on this boat that you’re going to end up landsick if you ever get off of it.”

His eyes drop to her shirt, a teasing look on his face. “Well, if that was your goal for tonight, I’m sorry— I have other plans involving you. You smell so good— are you wearing the perfume that I said I liked on you?”

“I might be.” An impulse buy for sure at the makeup store, but worth every single cent with the way he looks at her now. Ever since she’d worn it that first time and Luka had complimented it in passing when hauling a subwoofer the size of Rose’s full height outside to the deck of the Liberty, she’d known that she’d wear it every day of her life if it meant to get him to look at her for even a smidge longer. “You remembered that?”

“Of course I did. You always smell expensive when you have it on— you went stiff as a board the first time I complimented you. I thought I broke you, and I didn’t get why Jules just kept laughing when you ran off to go help Kagami with the banner— I understand why now.” He laughs. “So, what are you wearing, then? If you went through the hassle of smelling good…”

It’s a shame he can’t see the smile she gives him, a shy and teasing quirk of her lips. “Just my pajamas.”

“Uh huh. I don’t believe you, you’ve got something up your sleeve, I know that look in your eye. Show me what you’re wearing,” He doesn’t pull his hand away from her mouth, and quirks his lips to produce yet another boyish smile when she kisses his palm. “It doesn’t look like you’re wearing anything under that shirt, little mouse.”

“I have something under it,” She mumbles under his palm, but it doesn’t come across well enough.

He takes in the wide shoulders of her shirt— how she’s absolutely swimming in the sleeves that end up at her elbows. She can tell the moment he recognizes the band shirt’s logo on her shirt— a fun and edgy screen-printed design with neon blues and neon pinks with the word kitty section below a logo— because his breath stops.

“Oh, shit—” He uses his free hand to hold her at the rib cage, pressing his thumb inwards, presumably trying to find the band of her bra that she’s potentially wearing— he almost seems to relax when his fingertips finds the wire. “Marinette, I like this.”

She preens under his words, sitting in his lap at a better angle to let him continue petting her heavily under her bust, thumbing at the wire under her breasts. “Oh. Do you really?”

“Fuck— I can’t believe this— this is such a turn-on. As if I needed to get any harder. Whose shirt is this?”

“I don’t know,” She tries to stay still in his lap to no avail when he moves his palm so that he can pet at her lips with a thumb. She melts in his touch, how each touch feels like heaven and soft. “It was one of the leftovers of the first batch we made, I’m pretty sure. I’ve kept it for years.”

“Really?”

“I like sleeping with it,” She tilts her head to the side, letting her hair fall behind her shoulder. The shirt is soft— comfortable— it’s gotten a very lived-in feel to the fabric after the long years of gentle care. She hand washes it to make sure that none of the colors chip away. “Makes me feel comfortable, thinking I’m with you. I— uhm— I—”

“Don’t hesitate, little mouse,” He smiles easy. “You’ve been doing so well already.”

“E-ever since I found it, I’ve been pretending it’s yours,” She tries not to steam red at her confession. She’s grinded on him in a closet, grinded on his leg mere minutes ago, begged for him to fuck her— and yet she still feels embarassed to admit this, too?

Well, to be fair, it is his band’s shirt. After all, what kind of a— best friend? Lover? Budding-relationship partner?— is she, if she doesn’t support his band with all their friends? Even if she didn’t have any romantic or sexual feelings for the man who continues to blink wide at the sight of her in the shirt, she’d still keep the merchandise for sentimental values. It’s one of the few originals— a homemade shirt that they had bought in a batch so that they could at least have merch to sell.

Every time they leave for a tour, now that they’re much better in terms of fame, she keeps it close to her. She nuzzles into the fabric, dreaming that it’s actually him in her arms and him in her cunt as she masturbates to the thought of him, wishing she was in his hotel room across the hall instead of hers.

His face turns pink. “Have you?”

She blinks at the way he seems to turn pinker and pinker the more he continues to look at her. Is that— is he blushing from the idea of her wearing his clothes? “Uhm— I— I mean I obviously don’t have any of your shirts for real, but, it’s nice to pretend—”

“You now have free reign of my closet whenever and wherever.” He almost twitches underneath her. “Please wear my actual shirts anytime you want, little mouse, holy shit. Fuck. Fuck. I’ll start begging if you need convincing— god.”

“Y-you don’t need to do that.” She laughs.

His smile curls dark. “You’re right. Your begging is much prettier than mine.”

She nearly jumps when his hand at the top of her shirt smoothes down her spine, teasing the hem of the shirt, making her shiver from how gentle he is. “I’ll wear whatever you want me to wear.”

“What’s underneath?” He asks, his eyes glittering with a tease that she can read he’ll come back to her request later. “Do you want to show me?”

She nods, giving his thumb a kiss. “Maybe just a peek. I h-have something I want to do, too— i-if you’re interested?”

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The Artist And His Muse (vii)

Warnings : Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, BDSM Talk, Slight smut (thigh riding, denied orgasm), another build up heheh, lots of pet names, cute stuff too! its pretty tame just wait until you see the next chapter :)

I would also like to say that, some aspects of this story is not consistent with the actual series, i make some changes to fit the plot lines better. Full credit to the creators and directors of the series though.

MASTERLIST.

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To worship—as if he’s the prophet of our own religion, he’s the epitome of her own beating heart, affections are richer than gold, and pleasure is the Valhalla.

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“3 years, Princess.”

You’re fucked, Once again.

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Y/N’s plushy lips trembled displaying her bursting confusion. Her eyes trained to Spencer, the gaze was intense between the two— so intense that they could feel their very skin burned with desire—want, need.

She tried to recall, each night tracing back to the times she went to that godforsaken club just to let loose, just to feel someone taking control of her, just to let go. She tried so hard to see if he was in one of her flashing memories, refusing to believe that he knew so much about her, so deep within her that it almost feels like she could feel his very presence in her bloodstream just taunting her in the most pleasant way.

“Have you ever—“ Her voice cracked as she opened her mouth, dismissing every embarrassment and lust that crept up her spine, hugging her skin like a thick blanket.

“Ever tried to say hello to you? No. Ever tried to punch the guy you submitted to at the time? No. Ever tried to give you a collar and claim you then and there? No. But do i want to? More than anything, Y/N.” The dominance within his voice sent extreme chills to her core, she thought back to all the times she was with someone there,

Fantasia is the name of the club, an all members only exclusive BDSM club that Y/N was sure no one would know who she is or that she worked with FBI. The rules of the club are unique, All the Submissives were obligated to wear dresses and their member collar, the Dominants were to wear suits and hold their member pendant. If the Dominant and Submissive agreed on spending the night together or perhaps more— the pendant will be placed right in the center of the subs collar, so that everyone else knows that the sub is taken. Usually it only lasted for a night— for Y/N a week was her longest.

“W-Why didn’t you?” Her eyes searched for any kind of emotion behind his, but all she could find was the lust and desire— though she believed that hers would tell the same tale. Her breath hitched as he stand up from your seat and cup your jaw in his palm, the grip was strong and sure to which he then leaned down to whisper, “Because i knew if i said hello, i wouldn’t be able to stop myself from keeping you all to myself forever. You drove me crazy, didn’t you know that pet?”

You gulped, eyes staring into him and confidently muttered, “You drove me crazy too. Wasn’t good was it? to see me get manhandled by another?” You raised an eyebrow, and hold onto his wrist tightly, you want to see him, see all the dominance that he has to offer— you craved it.

Sure enough, his hand went from a grip to a choke as he tightly wrapped them around your neck and making sure his fingertips pressed right against your beaming pulse. “Careful, Y/N. No girl of mine would behave this way.” He tuts, head shaking in disappointment which made you tremble a little and muttered “Sorry sir.” Underneath your breath “I want to be yours...” You trailed, biting your lips as you do so.

“And i want you to be mine, Princess. But we have to discuss lots of things. This is dangerous line we’re crossing, in every aspect possible.” It was like as if his eyes demanded you to obey and say yes to everything he said.

“Yes sir.”

“We have to be extra careful, and really pay attention to every single detail you hear me?” He gripped your chin, as you nodded, “We can’t tell anyone can we?” You bit your lip hard as your gaze moved down and sighed heavily, it’s not that you’re worried, it’s just that you want to be able to love him whenever wherever, be his at all times.

“No, not now at least. We’ll find a way to let Hotch know but with everything that’s going on, we have to take it slow.” He frowned as he sees the way your face fell, his thumb pried your lips open and push it in, “Listen to me, I love you, and i want us to be together— we’re together but we have to make some compromises in order for this to work, bunny.” You nodded your head as your eyes fluttered shut and mumble a small “i know, i love you too Spencer.”

Spencer smiled, his lips pressing a deep kiss on her forehead before drawing back, “Alright lets clean these up then we can go ahead and discuss limits okay?” He tugged his thumb out of your lips, muttering a small “pretty..” as he watched your lips tried to chase it. “Yeah, okay.” You leaned in and kiss his lips before you both went on to wash the dishes.

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“This is how it’s going to work Y/N, i believe you’re experienced enough to know these things right?” He spoke, voice heavy on the air as you two sat on the couch with you on one side and him on the other. His thighs parted, as he watched you intently, making sure to follow your every gesture and move, to see which ticked you.

“Yeah, um i mean i’m familiar with the basics.. although i’m still not sure where we’re standing here— l-like what’s our relationship?” He smiles gently at your soft tone, knowing how nervous you are, so he leaned in closer and pat his thighs. “lay your head on my lap, Y/N.”

“Is that an order, sir?” You nervously giggled, trying to lighten up the mood. Spencer’s eyebrow twitched as he sighed heavily and quickly reach back to tug on your hair pulling your head backwards, pressing a small kiss below your ear before whispering with a chuckle, “I’m glad you’re having fun now, but after we have our rules— you’d wish you never ran your pretty mouth again.” His mocking tone caused you to breathe heavily and let a whine slip through your lips.

“I-“ The only gesture he made was patting on his lap on more time before you complied and rest your cheeks against the harsh material of his pants before looking up to see him with an amused smile, whispering a soft “Good girl.” That mase you squirmed on his lap.

“We don’t have to put labels on it Y/N..” He trailed as he smiled down at you with his fingers on your hair, “I’m yours, and you’re mine.” He whispered it this time, fluttering his eyes shut for a moment as you did the same, feeling the overwhelming warmth seeped through your skin.

“I know, i love you..” You reached his hand, then placing a lingering kiss on his palm which he replied with a smile and whisper of ‘i love you too.’ before intertwining your fingers together.

“Now as for this, you’ll tell me your hard limits, and then we’ll move on to soft ones. But first we need to establish a safe word, angel.” He muses, wetting his lips as you rake through your brain, “trooper” You chuckled and he laughed.

“You’re such a star wars nerd aren’t you?” He shook his head as you pouted up at him cutely and shrugged “as if you aren’t with your dr who and star trek stuff” you huffed which he chuckled at,

“alright alright, now go on tell me your limits princess.”

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As soon as you’re finished writing your list, you handed them over to Spencer with blushing cheeks and warmth spreading over your belly—the way he read it intently, skimming over each word is enough to give you orgasmic type of feeling.

“You sure you want to put, wax play to your hard limits?” He asked softly, letting her know that he has no intention of shaming or judging her causing you to blush slightly, and nuzzle your nose on his thighs.

“I just—“ You were about to reply before you feel a strong grip on your hair, pulling them back with enough force that it made your core even more drippy and your scalp ached.

“If you are to be mine, you’ll answer each question as you look at me. Is that clear?” The hand that wasn’t on your hair, held the paper tightly, “Yes, sir. I’m sorry sir.” Your answers were timid as you pulled away and cleared your throat,

“I tried it before.. and i’m into it but i just don’t like how it feels after, i love the marks but it doesn’t feel as good on my skin. I guess it’s not a super hard limit more leaning towards the soft, and i’m okay to try it some times but maybe give me a warning first?” Your eyes blinked rapidly, as you feel the bile on your throat pushing up in a response of nervousness.

Spencer chuckled as he leaned in to cup your cheeks, “You’re so cute, it’s hard for me not to take you right here. But yes, i’m okay with that plus i could mark you up just fine.” There was a teasing glint on his eyes before he went back to read the list, normally it would’ve taken him seconds but he wanted to savor and make mental notes inside his head.

“We pretty much have the same limits, bunny. You also put vanilla as a part of your list of preferences so we’ll do some of that too okay?” His gentle tone made you blush even harder as you nodded slightly and respond with a small “Yes sir, thank you.”

“Is there any name you don’t wanna be called with? Name calling is a big part of degradation, although not always— in fact i could make you turn into a pathetic whimpering mess without even saying a word.” He muses, enjoying the way you squirmed harder on the couch as you shook your head quickly,

“I’m okay with... any names you deemed fit.” You murmured, earning a soft hum from him before you continued, “S-Sir..”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Could you maybe um— try it?”

“Making a mess out of you without saying anything..?”

“Yes sir..”

As if you’ve said the magic word, his thighs buckled upwards, grinding against your heat as his thumb brush over your clothed nipples and his breath hit your neck, kissing over the marked skin gently, making you let out choked out moans and mewls when he wrapped his hand around your neck.

“Oh look at you, practically humping my thigh like a desperate mindless little girl that you are. Maybe you’ll learn not to run your mouth next time, isn’t that right baby?” He tightened the grip on your neck as he laughed condescendingly, “I asked you a question.” He released his hand from your neck letting them toying against both of your nipples now,

“Y-Yes! yes please sir..” You were a whimpering mess as you keep on grinding your core against his clothed thigh feeling yourself getting close to your climax

“Ah.. pretty baby wants to come doesn’t she?” Just as you were about to ask, you heard his phone ring causing you both to groan,

“Looks like i got a case baby, we’ll finish this later hm?”

“But- But!”

“Shh, be good and go to your scheduled appointment today. I’ll see you when i get back. I love you, and i’ll text you as many times as i can.”

And with a final kiss on the lips, and forehead he was gone, leaving you wet and needy on your couch. Fine, if he wanted to play that way,

he’ll definitely hate the bratty version of you.

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clumsyclifford · 3 years

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jack gets alex a birthday gift that's a simple mug that says "I love you" and alex is like aw cute, fast forward to after dinner they're cuddling with hot chocolate or whatever and alex sees jack has a matching mug that says "I love you more"

disclaimer, this definitely happened

read it here on ao3

Jack offers up the box with a grandiose gesture, and Alex graciously takes it out of his hands. “Is it a basketball?”

“Of course not,” Jack says. “You don’t even play basketball. It’s a baseball bat.”

“Duh,” Alex says, facepalming. Jack giggles.

“Open it,” he prompts, leaning his elbows on the table, face in his hands. It pushes up his cheeks and pulls his lips into a pseudo-smile. Alex takes a moment to appreciate his boyfriend, who is the most adorable person on the planet. As birthday boy, he thinks it’s his right to take as many moments as he wants. “Alex! Open it.”

“Okay, okay,” Alex says. Clearly he is not as entitled to boyfriend-appreciating moments as he’d thought. He pulls at the taped-down flaps of the wrapping paper, tearing it off to reveal an unmarked cardboard box. Tossing the wrapping paper aside, Alex opens the box.

“Oh, I fucking love this,” he says, freeing the mug from its container, and that’s when he sees the writing. The sheer fondness must immediately appear in his face. “Jack…”

Love you, says the mug, in big, golden cursive. Its golden handle matches; set against the white base of the mug, the whole thing feels decidedly sophisticated. “This is so cute,” Alex says, smiling so hard he knows his cheeks will soon hurt. He turns the mug around so Jack can see the front. “It says ‘love you’!”

“Yeah, because I love you,” Jack says, gazing at Alex with a megawatt smile of his own. “You like it?”

“Yeah, I fucking love it,” Alex says, beaming. “It’s so chic, I’ll feel like a king drinking my herbal tea every morning. And thinking of you.”

“That’s the goal,” Jack says. “I’m just gonna integrate myself into every part of your life until one day you wake up and realize I’m everywhere and you’ll never escape.”

“That,” Alex says, leaning over the table to kiss Jack, “sounds like a dream.”

—

“Hey, Alex, you want hot chocolate?” Jack calls from the kitchen.

Alex deliberates, then calls back, “Yeah, sure.”

Jack is responsible for the refreshments; meanwhile, Alex pries open the DVD for A New Hope. Real birthday privilege is getting to pick the movie, although in complete honesty, Star Wars is more tradition at this point. They watch this on Alex’s birthday and Home Alone on Jack’s. At this point Alex is pretty sure he has both movies memorized almost as well as his own lyrics.

The list of movies they intend to watch together is forever getting longer, but Alex is a sucker for a tradition. Especially when said tradition involves watching his favorite movie with his favorite boy on his favorite day. It's the full package.

A few minutes later, Jack emerges from the kitchen, a steaming mug in each hand and a bowl of popcorn balanced precariously on the crook of his arm. Alex grabs the bowl as Jack sets both mugs on the coffee table in front of them.

“Be right back,” he says, and bustles back into the kitchen.

Alex reaches for the mug closest to him. It’s the one Jack had gotten him, and the gilded words gleam in the low light of the living room. Next to it on the table, though, is an identical mug, the same white ceramic and golden handle. Alex can even see gold lettering curling around the edges. He frowns and reaches for it, turning it on the tabletop. Did Jack get them matching love you mugs?

Except they’re not identical. Not quite.

Alex makes an offended noise as Jack returns, leaping over the back of the couch to settle in. “‘Love you more’? What the fuck is this?”

Jack sets their pint of chocolate ice cream on the table alongside two spoons. “Oh,” he says, poorly concealing a smirk, “that’s my matching mug.”

“It says ‘love you more’!” Alex says indignantly. “Which is categorically untrue!”

“Is it?” Jack wrinkles his nose in mockery. “Really, is it?”

“Fuck you, it’s the biggest lie I’ve ever seen in my life,” Alex says. “I can’t believe your birthday present to me was, like, a backhanded compliment at best!”

“First of all, it was only one of my birthday presents to you,” Jack says. “And second of all, giving you a mug that said ‘love you more’ wouldn’t have made any sense unless you had seen the first one. If you wanted the ‘love you more’ mug you should’ve thought of this first.”

“I’m a year older than you, my birthday is before yours, you dick,” Alex says, not that he would ever have thought to buy matching mugs, but it’s the principle of the thing. “This is slander and I won’t stand for it.”

“Uh, wrong,” Jack says. “If anything it’s libel.”

“Okay, fuck your semantics,” Alex grouses, crossing his arms.

“Al-ex,” Jack wheedles, leaning into him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “It was just a joke. Don’t be mad. We’ll share the mugs anyway, so we can trade who loves who more.”

Alex laughs despite himself. He’s not sure why he’s bothering to pretend; even in real arguments, he can’t hold a grudge against Jack, and over something like this there’s no hope. “You do not understand how relationships work.”

“Au contraire, mon frère,” says Jack. “I understand perfectly.”

“Did you just call me brother?”

“I meant it in like a bro way. Look, it’s not important.” Jack waves away Alex’s chortling laugh. “What’s important is that you already told me you love me infinity, and I love you infinity, so I couldn’t love you more anyway because nothing is more anything than infinity.”

Somehow, Alex has managed to follow this sentence. Now he huffs a laugh. “Well, you know, some infinities are bigger than other infinities.”

Jack scrunches up his face in surrender. “I know that’s a fucking reference to something and I don’t fucking know what.”

“I can’t tell you, I’ll lose all my street cred,” Alex says seriously. He kisses Jack, and when he pulls away Jack smiles, eyes still closed, content. “I’m not actually mad. I actually think it’s really cute.”

Jack opens his eyes, but his smile doesn’t waver. “Yeah, you love me.”

Alex shakes his head slightly. His lips curl up and there’s a warm feeling in his chest. “Hmm, I don’t see any mugs that say that?”

Jack laughs. “Never mind, I take it back. I hate you. Would you play the movie already?”

Alex acquiesces and hits play on the remote. He snuggles closer to Jack, drawing his legs up onto the couch and leaning his head on Jack’s shoulder. ��Okay, you got me. I do love you.”

Jack presses a kiss into his hair. “I know.”

“That’s not ‘til next movie,” Alex whispers, and Jack laughs.

“Fine, try again.”

“I love you,” Alex says, failing to keep the smile out of his voice.

“Love you more,” Jack says, innocent as anything.

Alex sighs happily. He’s got his favorite movie on the TV, the love of his life curled up next to him, and a pint of chocolate ice cream that’s just calling his name, all courtesy of Jack.

Just this once, Alex decides to let it slide. Jack has earned his right to the ‘love you more.’

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mottlemoth · 3 years

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65. Got any movie or show suggestions? Also if you were an animal, what animal would you be? (Including fictional animals)

I think I’d like to be a cat ❤️ They seem to have a pretty cushy gig. Lie in the sun and lick myself all day? I’m down for that.

My recs all lean extremely queer. I hope that’s cool. ‘Two characters in a happy same sex relationship are alive at the end’ is an instant +80 for me. Anything else has had to work very hard to earn itself a place on this list, so you know they’re good.

Film recs:

The Old Guard (so gay, so good and they’re actively working on the sequel)

Ocean’s 8 (”fuck the patriarchy, let’s steal things”)

God’s Own Country (super tender, lots of pain then lots of healing)

Maurice (the original gay happy ending - Young Rupert is a puppy-eyed snack from start to finish)

Galaxy Quest (not gay but hilarious, and if you’re in any kind of fandom, you’ll get even more out of it)

Megamind (also not gay but hilarious, really fun, heartwarming and clever, easy to watch)

Venom (the gayest not gay film ever created - a hot disaster but strangely compelling)

Knives Out (I watched this randomly last year and, though not gay, it was fantastically clever as a mystery and very very watchable)

Disney’s Hercules (because if you’re queer, there’s an 80% chance you were obsessed with classical mythology as a kid)

Stardust (queer sparkles set within a gorgeous fantasy story where the good and the brave come out on top)

TV recs:

Black Sails (fight your way through season one - it takes off like a rocket for season two, gets so gay and so heartwarming and just so good)

Star Trek Discovery (as above - just get to Jett Reno and everything will be okay)

Gentleman Jack (Suranne Jones is a revelation, season one is fantastic, and they’re filming season two right now)

Firefly (vintage awesome - fully deserves its cult following)

Hannibal (gory gory gory, but holy shit, the hannigram is real)

Brooklyn99 (goes weird at the end of season five, before then it’s gold and there’s top notch queer rep)

Good Omens (Ineffable Husbands, definitely worth a watch)

Broadchurch (not gay but really good - David Tennant is a sad and grumpy teddy bear who has to solve a murder when really he just wants to lie down, very relatable)

Lewis (not gay but it’s my favourite British murder mystery series if you like that sort of thing)

Horrible Histories (this is a kids show and an odd one to include, but hear me out... if you need a good laugh and you like history even a little bit, give HH a try. It’s written to be hilarious for adults too, the cast are superb, and watching it feels like being a kid again.)

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How Do I Corrupt Thee?...Let Me Count The Ways By Theresa Brown

Facing the most consequential American presidential election of the 20th century...let’s talk movies. Movies are important because they help us see things once removed that we sometimes don’t see right in front of our very eyes. One of the great political movies in cinema is ALL THE KING’S MEN (‘49). The acting in this film is top notch with everyone demonstrating what happens when one’s values are compromised, and what happens when they’re not.

Willie Stark – Demagogue

“You’re a hick and nobody ever helped a hick but a hick himself...You’re hicks too and they fooled you 1000 times like they fooled me. Now I’m gonna fool somebody. I’m going to STAY in this race. I’m on my own and I’m out for blood. Now listen to me, you hicks... Nail up anybody who stands in your way.”

The star is Broderick Crawford as Willie Stark, who gives a towering performance that earned him a well-deserved Academy Award. Son of comedic actress Helen Broderick, Crawford’s been around since 1937 appearing in nothing memorable that would set him apart from the crowd. But he got the opportunity to play this role and he’s great. As Willie Stark, he starts off as a low-level, small-town community organizer/lawyer with a devoted wife and son. He wants to run for office, thinks he can do some good. He takes a real licking in the election.

Stark unknowingly gets used by the power brokers to split the ‘hick’ vote. As long as he stays in his lane so the big boys can put in their candidate for governor, he’ll be okay. But a tag-along reporter sees that Willie is being framed and tries to offer him a little campaign advice to be more of himself:

“Look Willie, you tell ‘em too much. Just tell ‘em you’re gonna soak the fat boys and forget the rest of the tax stuff...Willie, make ‘em cry, make ‘em laugh. Make ‘em mad, even mad at you...But for heaven’s sake, don’t try and improve their mind.”

To finish the job of opening Willie’s eyes with a crowbar, booze and a drunken bang is the political operative sent to babysit Willie. She tells him: “You know what you are? Why, you were the goat. You are the sacrificial goat. You’re a sap because you let ‘em!!”

And with that wakeup call, he quits being a stooge and tells the people how he really feels about their condition. He gives his famous “I’m a hick...” speech. There’s a great montage and voice-over by John Ireland showing Willie’s rise to the top: the deals he makes, the threats he levies, the hands he shakes and the dames he messes around with. He takes to it all like a duck to water now that he plays in the swamp with the rest of them. His home life falls by the wayside, compartmentalized into a little back corner in the dusty rural area he’s from, and he keeps his enemies closer.

Willie’s got a slick coat to him now. He ups his game with proper diction. Upgrades his women, too. He goes from Anne Seymour (sincere working class) to Mercedes McCambridge (pitbull powerbroker) to Joanne Dru (bubble-wrapped high society girl). He starts to use people, squeeze them and throw ‘em away. He’s got power now...and wants more.

The Reporter: “You throw money around like it was money.”

Crawford: “Money? I don’t need money. People give me things.”

The Reporter: “Why?”

Crawford: “Because they believe in me.”

Sadie Burke - Power Broker

“If you won’t let me sleep you might at least give me a drink... You’re not going to be governor.... You’ve been framed you poor sap. And how. Oh, you decoy. You wooden-headed decoy.”

No time like the present to bring Mercedes McCambridge into my essay. Sadie is Willie’s equal and she is magnificent! McCambridge takes the working girl mantle from Rosalind Russell and wears that pin-striped suit like an armadillo’s skin. She’s one of the boys in the back room of smoky politics. And she looks just grand in there. She fits. She’s all about getting paid. She smokes, she drinks, she flicks cigarettes. She’s not the glamour girl but she’s got balls and can get you where you need to go. She’s what you need when you want power. She clutches, she claws, she growls and she spits out words like a sub-machine gun.

And she doesn’t mince words. She can spot potential. She feels a kindred spirit in John Ireland, like she can level with him. She thinks he’s a bit like her; but he’s really not. And she totally sees something in Willie Stark. She wants in on the ride just like everybody else. She fancies herself as the one to control the power. But underneath all that, she’s a woman. She gets jealous (“Was she pretty?”). Her comparing herself to her society rival is a poignant scene. You can tell she doesn’t get tender loving.

But McCambridge does not shy away from who Sadie is; there’s no heart of gold. She ends that scene with a growl.

Jack Burden - Observant Reporter

Editor: “Stark is getting too big for his britches. The Hicks are getting too smart. We are now supporting Harrison.”

Burden: “How do you square that?”

Editor: “I work here.”

Burden: “Well I don’t, not anymore.

Editor: “...You won’t find it easy to get another job.”

Burden: “I’m too rich to work.”

John Ireland plays newspaper man Jack Burden sent to cover this fluke of a human interest story that is Willie Stark. He is a rich young man trying to find himself, not wanting to rely on his wealthy stepfather. He serves as us, the audience/bystander/observer of events. He has principles and believes Willie can do some good. Burden’s also in love with a girl from his set and works towards being an independent success so he can marry her. But...his hands get dirty too.

He brings lambs to slaughter introducing, or delivering, his wealthy family and friends to Willie...including his fiancée. He watches Willie change and give in to power and is horrified. But he doesn’t leave. By the end of it, Jack’s holding on to the tail of a comet. He betrays friends and sheds principles like a viral load. When Jack tries to convince an old friend that Willie is right, his friend says:

“He’s right because you want him to be right. Because you’re afraid to admit you made a mistake.”

Anne Stanton - Society Girl

Anne: “I understand you. It’s myself I don’t understand... Maybe we’d better stop seeing each other.”

Willie: “No. No we won’t stop seeing each other, will we?”

Anne: “No.”

Willie: “Because you believe what I tell you.”

Anne: “Because I believe what you tell me.”

I always thought Joanne Dru was an interesting actress. Never could quite peg her as a specific type. She gives off a Gene Tierney-vibe to me in this movie. She plays Anne Stanton, the society girl the reporter’s been in love with. She tells the reporter (Ireland) she wants him to be somebody...he wants to marry her...she promises to wait for him. But he drifts from job to job. How long’s a girl supposed to wait, and why wait when Willie is already there? Willie’s stepping up in class when he’s got Anne Stanton strung out over him. Yeah, strung out. She seems addicted or doing something she’s not very happy doing; that she can’t help doing. Is she another innocent bystander swept up in things? Is it love at first sight after she first hears him speak? I don’t know about love, but she is drawn to him. She’s intoxicated by power. Disillusionment will be hard.

ALL THE KING’S MEN is a solid movie; practically ripped from today’s headlines. It feels adult. It doesn’t feel dated. It speaks to our current political climate in so many ways. Power seems to suck people in like a vortex. Some go through a sort of “I wish I could quit you.” The movie is a lesson for us. We can look at the Willie Starks of the world and learn to recognize a demagogue when he’s rallying right in front of our eyes.

#All the King's Men #politics #film history #mercedes mccambridge #John Ireland #corporate greed #fake news #demagogue #populism #TCM #Turner Classic Movies #Theresa Brown

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mikauzoran · 3 years

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Lukadrien: Among the Wild Things: Chapter Five

Read it on AO3: Among the Wild Things: Chapter Five: Unity

Rose spent the morning dragging Adrien around the town at the center of the enchanted wood, helping him shop for new clothes and other personal items.

Adrien bit his lip nervously as Rose produced gold coin after gold coin to pay for their purchases. He wasn’t sure how much the goods were worth in mortal money, as he had never had to pay for anything before in his life, but he had the feeling that this shopping trip was expensive, and he was beginning to feel guilty.

“Rose,” he called tentatively as they left the second tailor’s shop. “Is there any way I could get some sort of employment, do you think?”

Rose arched an eyebrow at him. “I mean…maybe. I wouldn’t recommend it, but… Why do you ask?”

He lowered his head and his voice. “I just feel really bad. I didn’t mean to become a financial burden, so…I was hoping there was some way I could earn money to pay the family back and contribute somewhat.”

Rose openly laughed at the idea, reaching up to give his ear an affectionate tug. “Oh, Dri. You’re so cute. No, no, no. There is absolutely no need for you to go get a job. Just learn how to do practical things like cooking and cleaning and fixing things and help out around the house. That’s more than enough.”

He was very tempted to take her at her word and let it go, but he still felt like he wasn’t doing his part in comparison with everything the Couffaines were doing for him. “But…I’m sure it costs a great deal of money to keep an additional person fed and clothed. Are you certain I’m not a financial drain on the family?”

She laughed again and shook her head. “Dri, Anarka is clan leader for this whole district. We have plenty of money. Even with all that we’ve spent today, there’s still more than enough left for us all to live very comfortably for decades to come.”

Adrien’s eyes went wide, and he stopped walking. “Wait. You mean… Is Anarka, like…the queen of the fairy kingdom?”

“Not the whole thing,” Rose snickered, endlessly amused by her new mortal brother. “We don’t really have royalty. At least, not in this country. We have Parliament and a Prime Minister here. Anarka is kind of a big deal, though. She’s the appointed representative for this whole district, our ‘clan leader’. She runs things for the area, makes sure that resources are distributed fairly, mediates disagreements…that kind of thing. When all the clan leaders get together to discuss policy matters, she goes and represents our district, so…I don’t know if you humans have anything like that, but that’s what Anarka does.”

Adrien nodded in awed silence, rolling the ideas around in his mind as they began to walk again.

“So, you’re not a burden,” Rose summarized, tugging him towards a third tailor’s. “Come along. We need to get you an outfit for the ceremony tonight.”

Adrien was incredibly nervous as Rose helped him get ready for the ceremony.

She went over the proceedings several times with him, slowly walking him through every step so that he would know what to expect and what would be expected of him.

It still didn’t prepare him for how beautiful the ceremony was and how emotional the whole thing made him.

After sunset, along the bank of Anarka’s lake, the fair folk of the district gathered, seated in rows with a wide aisle between the two sections, not unlike the main aisle of the chapel on the castle’s grounds back home where Adrien was supposed to have gotten married to some duke or another’s daughter.

The clearing was lit with floating orbs of light that looked like fireflies or stars hovering overhead. The trees had been draped with blue, green, and yellow ribbons, and a canopy of vibrant flowers was suspended as if by magic over the spectators.

Anarka was waiting at the end of the aisle to perform the ceremony, dressed in her official clan leader robes.

Luka, looking somehow even more ethereal than the day when Adrien had met him, walked down the aisle first, accompanied by Juleka who proudly carried the red ribbon that would be used to tie Luka and Adrien’s hands together to symbolize their unity.

“Our turn,” Rose whispered once Juleka and Luka had reached Anarka, slipping her arm through Adrien’s and coaxing him down the aisle.

Adrien knew that hundreds of eyes were upon him, but he couldn’t feel their judgmental stares. All he saw was Luka: radiant, handsome, beaming, lovestruck Luka who was looking at Adrien as if he were the sole reason the sun rose in the morning and the stars came out at night.

Adrien floated down the aisle in a trance, and once he reached the end, Luka pulled Adrien into his arms, giving him a squeeze and letting their foreheads rest against one another for a private moment that lasted an eternity.

“Love you,” Luka whispered, not caring who saw how besotted he was with this mortal boy.

“Love you too,” Adrien chuckled, savoring this little pocket of time.

Too soon, they pulled back so that only their hands were joined, and Anarka started the traditional rites.

Anarka spoke for several minutes about love and partnership and respect and supporting one another, but Adrien didn’t hear any of it.

He was too busy drowning in Luka’s presence, trying to memorize the exact shade of aquamarine of Luka’s eyes, the tilt of Luka’s lips as he smiled lovingly back at Adrien, the way the mystical firefly light highlighted some parts of Luka’s face and cast others in shadow, the warmth and weight of Luka’s hands in his own…

Adrien only realized that Anarka had stopped talking when she cleared her throat, looking at Luka expectantly as she silently laughed with her eyes.

“Stop ogling your prince and recite the pledge already,” Juleka prompted with a fond eyeroll.

Luka gave a start and blushed as he came back to himself. He took a deep breath and bashfully recited, “I pledge myself to you, to be your partner in all things, to be your support and your shelter, to forever be on your side, never to trick or deceive you, and to respect and love you always, in this life and the next.”

All eyes turned to Adrien who took a shaky breath and nervously repeated the vow.

His voice cracked, and Luka gave his hand an encouraging squeeze.

They shared a tender smile, and Adrien finished strong with utter conviction in the words, “to respect and love you always, in this life and the next.”

The final part of the relatively quick ceremony (Rose had explained that this was because the afterparty was the main event for the fair folk and that the dancing, drinking, and feasting typically went on until dawn) was the tying of the hands.

Juleka stepped forward and held out the red ribbon to Anarka who gently wrapped it round and round Luka and Adrien’s intertwined hands, saying, “The string of fate now binds you together. You are one. Remember the oaths you pledged one another today, and do no purposeful harm, always act in the other’s best interest, be faithful and true, and never let anything come between you. You are one. Your mate is your other self. Remember that well so that you do not destroy yourself from the inside out. You are one.”

“Now kiss!” Rose stage whispered excitedly.

Adrien stepped in, pressing his mouth firmly to Luka’s ready and willing lips.

Luka responded eagerly as the applause of the gathered crowd faded into the background unnoticed as the couple focused every fiber of their attention on one another.

Slowly, Luka pulled back and gave Adrien’s cheek a reverent lick before carefully leading Adrien back down the aisle.

Adrien happened to catch glimpses of the expressions of some of the creatures who had gathered to celebrate their union. Some looked bored or indifferent, and others were scornful, but the majority of the faces Adrien spied as they made their exit seemed to be wearing positive expressions.

Adrien hadn’t been sure exactly what to expect. The fair folk he’d met earlier that day on his shopping trip with Rose had seemed pleasant enough, but the way Juleka had talked about the idea of Luka marrying a mortal and what the community would think hadn’t left Adrien optimistic…but maybe things would be okay after all.

They made it to the end of the aisle, and Anarka, Rose, and Juleka soon followed to help them untie their hands as the congregation started to file out on their way to the afterparty.

Adrien was introduced to over a hundred people and had a hard time keeping up with names, but most people were nice and repeated their names several times without being asked, and Luka and Rose made sure to say people’s names over and over throughout conversations to help Adrien out.

The banquet was delicious with dozens of dishes spread out on a long table by the lakeside that seemed to magically refill itself whenever the serving trays ran low.

The firefly orbs hovered overhead, and the guests gathered around bonfires to eat and mingle, giving the clearing a warm, cozy atmosphere.

Luka stayed close at Adrien’s side the majority of the night, but he occasionally got pulled away by some important person or another who had known him since he was a child and wanted to talk to him one-on-one to impart sage advice. At those times, Rose swooped in to play chaperon so that Adrien was never without a familiar face.

Adrien slowly began to feel like he had his feet under him as the night went on, and he even started to make friends. Ivan and his sweetheart Mylène were trolls from the foot of the mountain not far off from Anarka’s lake, and Ivan had been playing in a band with Luka, Rose, and Juleka for some time. Mylène was close friends with Juleka and Rose and very sweet and welcoming to Adrien.

It turned out that Alya, a fox spirit, was extremely curious about human beings and had often snuck away to visit the town surrounding Adrien’s castle. She and Adrien had a long discussion about human customs that Alya had always found fascinating but never understood.

Kim (a selkie), Max (a nix), Alix (a lamia), and Ondine (a siren) came from a lake on the other side of the trolls’ mountain and were all in some kind of polyamorous relationship with one another. They were very friendly, and Adrien had a good time talking with them and watching as Kim and Alix competed with one another, seeing who could eat more bite-sized yuzu tarts in one minute, who could fit more dates into their mouth at once, and who could swim more laps of the lake. Ondine joined in this last contest and won.

Adrien decided to participate when they competed to see who could swim down to the bottom of the lake the fastest. He lost by quite a bit, but everyone gave him credit for his efforts despite being at a clear disadvantage.

They were all laughing on the lakeshore when Luka found them.

“Do you guys mind if I steal my mate back from you?” he chuckled, smiling proudly at the fact that Adrien had managed to make friends.

“Actually, we’re thinking about annexing him,” Max joked, and his mates all joined in, affirming this assertion.

“Not funny,” Luka snorted, reaching down to pull Adrien up to his feet. “Mine,” he announced, wrapping his arms around Adrien and nuzzling his neck possessively.

“Luc,” Adrien chuckled. “They’re not serious. Relax,” he coaxed, turning around in Luka’s arms to give his cheek a dutiful lick. “You’re the only one for me.”

“Aww,” Ondine and Rose chorused while Alix made gagging sounds at the romantic display.

“Go ahead and go do nasty, couple-y things,” Kim snickered, waving them off. “You have our blessing, but know that we’ve got our eyes on your sexy human boy.”

“You are so crude,” Max sighed, shaking his head in fond exasperation as he patted Kim on the shoulder.

“Come on, Love,” Luka called gently, tugging Adrien away.

“It was nice meeting you all!” Adrien called back to them. “We’ll have to hang out again some time.”

“For sure!” Alix answered for them all.

“I’m glad you’re making friends,” Luka remarked as he led Adrien away from the crowd, into the woods.

“Me too,” Adrien chuckled giddily. “I think I mentioned before that I wasn’t really allowed to interact with peers much back at court. I mean, Chloé and Kagami and Lila were kind of sort of my friends, but…it was more in name only most of the time. Chloé and Kagami were a little closer to me, and we did connect sometimes, but…I didn’t really feel like I could be my true self with them. Their expectations were a little restrictive. I was really only myself in front of Nino and Marinette, but the crown prince isn’t really allowed to hang out with his guard and his seamstress, so… It means a lot to me to finally be able to freely interact with people,” he summarized.

“I’m so glad that you’re finally getting this opportunity,” Luka stressed as he came to a stop in a small clearing where the glow of the bonfires and fireflies just barely reached.

Adrien took a moment to look around curiously in the dim lighting. “So…what brings us here?”

“Nothing in particular,” Luka explained, sheepishly scratching at his cheek. “It’s just a secluded place, and I haven’t been truly alone with you since we left our room this morning, so…can you really blame me for wanting to be alone with my—what’s the human word for it again? Husband?”

“Husband,” Adrien agreed, pulling Luka into his arms and giving his throat a slow lick.

Luka shivered, letting out a low nicker of pleasure.

“I love that sound,” Adrien hummed happily.

“I’ll be sure to make it more often,” Luka chuckled, nuzzling Adrien’s hair.

“Mm,” Adrien agreed contentedly, savoring the sensation of having Luka in his arms. “…I feel like I’m living in a fairy story.”

“Is that a good thing?” Luka had to wonder.

“Mmhm,” Adrien confirmed. “In the stories my mother used to tell me, the princess always escaped from her evil stepmother’s clutches and found her prince and lived happily ever after. Now, here I am escaping my father’s plan to make me miserable and force me to be just like him, marrying my kelpie prince, and on my way to living very, very happily with him.”

“I’m not a prince, though,” Luka chuckled.

Adrien rolled his eyes. “Clan leader’s son. Whatever. Same difference.”

“Not really. My mother is an elected official,” Luka clarified, delighting in teasing his mate and seeing him pout. “The power of her office doesn’t extend to me.”

Adrien looked up at Luka and glared, “Orpheus, stop poking holes in my personal fairy story with your dumb facts. I’m trying to be a starry-eyed romantic over here. Where’s Rose?” He looked back at the crowd of revelers, trying to spot his sister-in-law. “She would get it.”

“I get it. I get it,” Luka protested, pulling Adrien back in close. “I was just teasing. I’m sorry.”

“Meh. I guess I forgive you,” Adrien snickered. “But only because it would be lame to be mad at you on our wedding night.”

“I thought last night was our wedding night?” Luka chuckled. “Didn’t we get married yesterday?” He hummed as he ran his fingers over the impromptu ring that Adrien still wore.

“Yes,” Adrien decided in a measured tone, “but tonight is too. Yesterday we celebrated like my people. Today we’re celebrating like your people so that it feels legitimate to both of us; therefore, we get two wedding nights.”

Luka bit his lip as he considered Adrien’s words. He pulled back to meet Adrien’s gaze as he hesitantly remarked, “You seem a little insecure about the legitimacy of our union. Are you okay, or is this something you want to talk about, or…?”

Adrien looked away, training his gaze on the party guests. He breathed a deep sigh as he replied, “…I don’t know. It’s just that almost all my life I knew I didn’t like girls like I was supposed to. I was always so scared that someone would find out, and I was always so jealous of the princesses who had been born ‘right’ so that it was okay for them to fall in love with and marry princes, so… Where I come from, what I feel for you is wrong. Expressing our love together is a crime, so…if you were a human like me, this wouldn’t be possible. I couldn’t be your husband, and we’d have to sneak away together in shame and hope that no one ever caught us because they would kill you and lock me up in a tower until they found some suitable woman to marry me off to, so…”

Adrien took a big breath and looked back at Luka with tears beading in the corners of his eyes. “So, yeah. I’m kind of insecure about the legitimacy of our union because, where I come from, our union isn’t legitimate. I never thought I’d be able to have this with someone I love. I thought I was doomed to be alone and miserable my whole life, but…”

He shook his head and shrugged. “Yeah. Being able to have a wedding and be treated by the community as a real couple is a big deal for me. I’ve wanted this so badly for so long, and I’m scared stiff that someone’s going to take it away.”

“No one is taking me away from you,” Luka promised, stepping in and resting his forehead against Adrien’s. “You heard what my mother said during the ceremony, right? You and I are one. The string of fate binds us together, and no one is capable of severing our bond. Not even your father. We’re safe, Little Prince. No one can break us apart.”

“Oh,” Adrien breathed, relaxing into Luka’s hold.

“Mmhm,” Luka whispered. “You’re mine now. Always. Just like I’m yours. We’ve got the rings on our fingers and the bite marks on our shoulders to prove it, don’t we?”

“Yeah,” Adrien mumbled tiredly, setting his head down on Luka’s shoulder. “You’re right. We’re safe, aren’t we?”

“Absolutely,” Luka assured, gently rocking Adrien from side to side.

They stayed there for a long time, holding one another and swaying in rhythm to the music coming from the clearing just beyond the trees.

Luka eventually began to hum along, and the calming sound of his husband’s breathy vocalizations nearly lulled Adrien to sleep as all tension left him.

“Hey,” Luka called softly, causing Adrien to stir.

“Hm?”

“Dance with me,” Luka entreated. “Teach me a human dance.”

“A human dance?” Adrien chuckled.

“I’ve seen humans dance before, so I know you do it,” Luka playfully accused. “Don’t play dumb with me, Little Prince. Show me your cultural practices.”

“I’m not a very good dancer,” Adrien excused himself perfunctorily, “but I guess I could try teaching you to slow dance.”

“Slow dance?” Luka echoed, intrigued. “Okay. Sure. Show me.”

“Here.” Adrien took Luka’s right hand in his own and guided Luka’s left hand up to rest on Adrien’s shoulder. He placed his right hand at the small of Luka’s back. “This is a standard dance hold. Now, all we’re going to do is step-touch with our feet back and forth. See?”

Adrien slowly stepped to the right and touched his left foot to the ground before stepping back to the left and touching with his right foot.

Tentatively, Luka joined in, mirroring Adrien.

“Okay. I think I’ve got it. Now what?” Luka prompted after several rounds of step-touching.

“Now we move,” Adrien informed with a smile, using his hands as leverage to guide Luka into a turn. “Just keep step-touching and follow where I lead you,” he instructed and found that Luka was a quick study.

“We’re dancing,” Luka laughed gleefully as Adrien carefully guided him around the clearing.

“Yep. You’re a really good student, Orpheus,” Adrien praised. “…Do you want to try leading now?”

“May I?” Luka questioned with a tentative eagerness.

Adrien readily nodded and stopped to change the positions of their hands. “Just lead me where you want me to go with a gentle pressure, and I’ll follow.”

Luka pursed his lips and furrowed his brow in concentration as they began to move. He was hesitant and careful, almost as if he were afraid of hurting Adrien.

“Luka,” Adrien called softly, “You’re not going to break me. I mean…you could if you wanted to, but you don’t, so you’re not going to. I trust you.”

Luka’s teeth sank deeper into his lip. “I worry that you trust me too much sometimes.”

Adrien shook his head. “You worry too much.”

“That’s what Juleka said,” Luka sighed.

“You weren’t so careful yesterday when we were in bed,” Adrien baited and did an internal victory dance as his husband’s face flushed scarlet.

“That… You…” Luka struggled to produce sentences. “Naughty human.”

“Very,” Adrien agreed with a devilish smirk.

“Hush. We’re dancing now,” Luka pouted, proceeding to lead Adrien around the clearing more assertively.

“There you go,” Adrien praised, proud at how quickly Luka was picking up the steps. “It must be a musician thing. You’re really good at this.”

“Maybe,” Luka allowed. “But aren’t you a musician too? You said you played the harpsicord, didn’t you?”

“Meh. I’m just a hobbyist,” Adrien deflected with a shrug. “You’re the real musician in this marriage.”

Luka hummed thoughtfully. “We Couffaines are all musicians. Music is in our blood. Maybe it’ll rub off on you.”

“Hm… I’d like that,” Adrien decided.

“…Teach me another dance?” Luka requested after they’d been going for some time.

“Maybe some other time,” Adrien answered apologetically. “The rest of the dances I know are kind of complicated. It would take a while to explain the figures, so we wouldn’t be able to actual dance right away, and I want to keep dancing with you.”

“Oh, all right,” Luka relented. “But I’m holding you to it.”

“Sure,” Adrien agreed. “Maybe you could even teach me some of your people’s dances too.”

“It would be my pleasure,” Luka assured. “The fair folk adore singing and dancing and merrymaking.”

“Then, I’ll show you a different version of the slow dance,” Adrien proposed, stepping in and circling his arms around Luka’s neck. “Put your hands on my waist,” he directed, and Luka complied. “Now, we just sway from side to side and shuffle our feet around a little.”

“Not a very exciting dance,” Luka started to chuckle but then abruptly stopped laughing as Adrien came in closer until their bodies were pressed flush together. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Adrien purred. “It’s a nice, simple dance.”

“I like this dance,” Luka reported.

“This is the first time I’ve ever enjoyed it,” Adrien sighed, laying his head down on Luka’s shoulder. “Usually, it’s just a hurtful reminder of how I’m broken…when I’m at banquets and have to dance with women,” he elaborated.

“You’re not broken, My Love,” Luka cooed into Adrien’s hair. “You’re perfect just as you are.”

“I’m finally starting to believe that,” Adrien whispered. “It’s just…all this time, I was told that people like me were sick and disgusting. I guess there’s still a part of me that believes that lie.��

“Your society is what’s broken,” Luka insisted, squeezing Adrien tighter. “It’s okay, though. You’re safe here, and day by day it’s going to get easier to believe that there’s nothing wrong with you. It’s going to get easier.”

“Yeah,” Adrien breathed softly, melting into Luka’s embrace and trying to let go of all the baggage that had continually held him down throughout his life.

They swayed gently from side to side, enjoying this stolen moment together for as long as it would last.

Eventually, they slowly pulled away and gazed at each other with pure love in their eyes.

“Want to head back to the party?” Luka suggested, tipping his head back towards the clearing by the lake where the revelers were still eating, drinking, and dancing like it was their occupation.

Adrien shook his head, an impish smile peeking out from around the corner of his lips. “I want to head back to our room. Like you said earlier, we haven’t really been alone all day since we left our room this morning, and I want my husband all to myself.”

“Oh,” Luka snickered, eyes flickering with mischief. “Well, then. That can certainly be arranged.”

Adrien pursed his lips, cautiously inquiring, “We’re not going to offend anyone by sneaking off, are we? I don’t want to start my life here off on the wrong foot.”

Luka shook his head with a knowing smile, taking Adrien’s hand and leading him back towards the lake. “Trust me, so long as there’s food and wine and music, ninety-nine percent of our guests won’t care.”

Adrien’s brow furrowed slightly. “What about the other one percent?”

Luka chuckled. “That would be Maman, Rose, and Juleka, and Maman and Rose would find the reason for our truancy amusing.”

Adrien nodded slowly in understanding. “And Juleka already hates me anyway, so it doesn’t really matter.”

Luka flinched, shooting his mate a pleading look. “She doesn’t hate you, My Love. It’s just very complicated…. Please give her time.”

Adrien bit the inside of his cheek.

It sure felt like Juleka hated him, but…how did he really know what was going on inside his sister-in-law’s head? Luka had mentioned that she’d been traumatized by her interactions with humans when she was very young, and Adrien could plainly see why she didn’t want her brother marrying a mortal. He could understand some of the reasons why Juleka potentially didn’t like him, but that didn’t make her rejection of him hurt less.

Still.

Adrien was the cause of the Couffaines’ lives being turned upside-down, and yet they were treating him well and attempting to adapt. Rose had outright befriended him, and Anarka was trying her best despite her misgivings. Juleka wasn’t friendly, but she wasn’t making his life hell (which it would be well within her power to do) either.

The Couffaines’ reception of Adrien was far warmer than Luka’s would have been at court if their roles were reversed and Adrien had brought a kelpie fiancé home.

The least Adrien could do was be patient and give them time.

He forced his lips into a small smile and nodded dutifully. “Okay,” he acquiesced, giving Luka’s hand a gentle squeeze. “I’ll do my best. She did say yesterday that it was nothing personal, so…she’s probably just worried about you. I can tell she really loves you.”

Luka returned Adrien’s forced smile with a genuinely grateful one. “She does, and I love her too. I’m very close with my sister, so it makes me sick to think that my relationship with one of you could drive a wedge between me and the other. I know it’s very difficult for the both of you, but…if you two could just keep trying, it would mean the world to me.”

Adrien stopped to pull Luka in for a bolstering kiss. “Don’t worry, My Love. I would never do that to you, and if Juleka really does love you, she wouldn’t either. You’ll never have to choose between us. Okay?”

Luka placed a grateful kiss on Adrien’s forehead, affirming, “Okay. Thank you, Adrien.”

A jolt went through Adrien at Luka’s use of his real name, coursing through his veins and spreading out across his entire body. He pulled Luka in for another, rougher kiss, whispering, “Anything for you,” against Luka’s lips.

Luka hummed into the kiss, loving when Adrien’s buried assertive nature came out. “We really need to get home now.”

“Agreed,” Adrien sighed longingly, employing all of his self-control not to pounce his husband then and there on the lakeshore.

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freebooter4ever · 3 years

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Hello I just finished the Pacific and I'm dying. So it's time for me to delve into the fandom and try and fulfil my poor sledgefu heart. Have any recommendations on who's blog to look at or tags? Other than yourself because I most certainly will spend a solid 5 hours going through your tags. I've already seen a lot of your art and I think it's beautiful, just an FYI.

Oh boy do I ever have recs! It was only about a year ago that I was new to the fandom myself and slowly going through @aboutthatmelancholystorm and @persipneiwrites tumblr sledgefu tags every night, reading all of it, and being totally sucked in! ^_^ (I especially suggest Persipnei’s 3:16 AU where Sledge and Snafu are rock stars!) As for art, I think the biggest collection I know of is the blog @marines-r-gay. Some of my favorite sledgefu artist blogs include @skelesocks (Ace Eugene will hold a special place in my heart forever!) @badgerms and my old favorite the-heebiejeebies who sadly disappeared and deleted their blog :( but you can still find their old art in my ‘sledgefu’ tag on my blog like here. There’s no really ‘exculsively’ sledgefu artists out there right now, but there is a LOT of amazing older stuff to be found mixed into people’s blogs! My own art/writing sledgefu masterlist can be found here.

More specific fanfic recs under the cut! I’m focusing on oldies, because I think it’s fairly easy to find the newer ones on AO3 that are still being updated ^_^

Not Quite Home by Seabright - A fix it fic that really fixes things. Post war set in New Orleans with Eugene showing up on Snafu’s doorstep. Snafu is cantankerous and very in character and he /claims/ he can’t ‘fix’ Sledge, but let’s face it that’s why they need to fix each other. Snafu has a lot of walls up and Eugene breaks all of them down in his steadfast way. This fic captures Snafu perfectly - even in little things like in the way he fidgets and moves. Also the last kiss is just...SO good.

Canon Compliant

Roadverse by Seabright - There are a few authors exclusively on AO3 that like...if you haven’t read their entire sledgefu collection yet, you gotta! Seabright is one of them. Roadverse is set after the war and Snafu takes Eugene on a roadtrip to Florida, there’s a lot of introspection, they fall in love, definitely a happy ending! The writing here is what really shines.

After The Happy Ending by Handdaddyhoosier - Another author it’s worth reading their entire sledgefu collection. This one is also set after the war and is more domestic. A lot of fluff, a lot of slice of life, a lot of Sledge and Snafu dealing with homophobia and overcoming it (!!). Through it all Snafu and Eugene remain sooooo much in love that they’re stronger together and...yeah...it’s good.

Christmas Even Will Find Me by SOMETHINREAL - My favorite canon compliant Sledgefu Christmas fic! It’s just perfect! Everybody is all together again after the war for Christmas and Eugene and Snafu are playing their own little dance between each other in the corner...they’re adorable. Plus there’s a happy ending!

Maybe You’ll Think Of Me When You’re All Alone by SOMETHINREAL - A very very good fix it fic for after the war. They’re both broken but they’re together and falling in love all over again, yay! I live for first pining and emotional kiss scenes and this is one of the best!

These Foolish Things Remind Me of You by Spoondragon - Merriell is quirky and weird and collects things and his last line in the fic is gOLD. Basically them being cute, with a first kiss. I highly rec ALL of spoondragon’s sledgefu fics!

To Make Much of Time by Hueligan - FIX THE TRAIN SCENE. I will read almost any variation of that train scene where Snafu makes it right, and this one does! AND THEN RUINS IT. So fair warning, you will fall in love with this fic but then it will break your heart. Kinda like Snafu. But it’s ok cause then you can go read one of the OTHER many fix it fics and mend it again.

Tilled Earth by Killerqueenie - Okay, this is one of my absolute FAVORITES. Snafu finds Eugene playing farmer boy in a small town outside of Mobile ten years after the war and Snafu signs himself on as a ranch hand. This one ACTUALLY fixes the train scene. Eugene is prickly and untrusting and Snafu has to earn his right to waltz back into his life. And oh gosh the love each other so so much!

The Magic Helmet by jspringsteen - Cute adorable and totally in character, canon compliant and not actually sledgefu except for some delightful hints that they are into each other more than they let on. It’s just such a great moment for Snafu’s character that I’ve reread this on multiple occasions.

All You Got by ssstrychnine - Another fix it fic (I know, I love these). This follows canon so well it’s seamless and only adds subtle touches of love between Gene and Snafu - so very believable as a part of the actual show. This author has four fics on AO3 for sledgefu and I suggest reading them all!

The Jazz Lights of New Orleans by Gracefully - Yet ANOTHER fix it fic! Give me them all!!!

Like It’s Only You And Me by SJTrinity - Snafu is an artist in this so of course I’m going to biased, but this is one of my absolute favorite college AU’s. All our favorite characters are there, including Bill, Burgie, Andy, and Eddie (and even Pops! as a fatherly figure to Snafu though he’s only referenced). Snafu is as chaotic as ever. The romance is hot! There are parts where I almost bust a gut laughing. Also anytime Eugene gets all haughty and bossy with his little furrowed brow over Snafu that’s like A+ for me.

Learning Curve by Seabright - ok THIS fic defines ultimate pining over Gene for me. I have never related to Snafu more. There’s a description of Eugene swimming in a pool that just..yeah...I have feelings. Anyway, it’s a college AU that is tragically UNFINISHED and will rip your heart out, BUT the same author also has a whole bunch of more canon related fic where the two of them do get together, so that eases the sting a little.

F.M.L by @badgerms - I maybe have a thing for swimmers, but I love this swimming college AU especially because it’s in Gene’s POV but done so well that it feels real. This fic also delves into mental illness and mental self flagellation (there are some moments that hit REAL hard if you’ve ever had eating disorders). But on top of all that, I feel like lollki really captured what is so magnetic about Snafu, and by having Gene put him on this impossible pedestal it kinda reflects what a lot of us in the fandom do with his character. Snafu makes his existence look effortless and thoughtless, Gene is incredibly jealous of how Snafu just lives, their competition is ENTHRALLING.

The Kind Of Stuff That Only Prince Would Sing About by @stolperzunge A coffee shop AU that has Sledge and Snafu just slowly and sweetly falling in love. This one is from Snaf’s pov and since I identify with him more you know I’m gonna love it lol! There are some GREAT funny lines, Snafu has personality in spades. Eugene is a grandad hipster type who also writes erotica....I dunno it’s all amazing go read it.

There Will Be Better Days by SydneyCarton - High school AU. As someone who had a fairly shitty high school experience and many bad holidays, this is...cathartic. Gene is definitely more the caretaker here, he saves Snafu in a way that’s just as strong as when he picked him up on the battlefield. But it’s all emotional, and Snafu is this scared prickly kid. And Gene is the honor roll kid who has to play the role of best friend secretly in love with the one person who matters most to them. This author never wrote anything else for Sledgefu and I wish they had!

Okay, that’s a whole bunch! There’s even more in my aO3 bookmarks! This list is just me going through my bookmarks and selecting the ones that I especially remembered and is by no means exhaustive of all my favorites in this fandom. Joining the Pacific train late means there’s a whole lot to choose from and explore...but it also means the list of active blogs is short and not a lot of new content gets posted every day :( I think the Sledgefu community is still going pretty strong, though! Welcome!

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awhiskeyriver · 4 years

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Hi friend!! Hope you are safe, and hope you get some insp to write again❤️ Maybe the scene right after their first kiss? Love you❤️

An anon also requested the scene post-finding out about the bet and losing the football game and so these two sort of coincide together. Hopefully this fits your request friend! Love you too!<3

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The locker room lacked the natural cheer and comradery it usually held on game day. Win or lose, we were a pretty solid team and typically good sports, but it felt different this time.

Our winning streak of the season was officially over. To make it worse, we’d lost on our own turf.

“We’re still doing better than last season.” Finnick tried to keep spirits up, but among us there was the overall stench of defeat.

I stripped off my jersey and threw it into the hamper, eager to shower and change so I could go back to the apartment. The weight of the loss was resting on my shoulders. I knew I was at the heart of the problem that translated onto the field today.

All anyone could talk about this morning was the party last night. Specifically, the video that was being shared all over Instagram from it, starring Katniss Everdeen and I.

After her friend walked in on Katniss and I...and everything happened...I left the party with the excuse to the guys that I wasn’t feeling well. It wasn’t a lie, I felt like I was moments away from puking. They let me go without protest, not wanting to be responsible for me being sick at the game, and I’d driven home, turned my phone off and gone straight to bed.

It wasn’t uncommon for me to leave my phone off on game days. It was easier to keep focused, tune out the needless distraction of text messages and social media, so I hadn’t found out about the video until some of my teammates showed me in the locker room.

Thirty minutes before kick off.

The horrible timing had a rippled effect, causing me to play my worst game of the season and give people even more reasons to talk.

“Mellark.”

Coach’s dominating voice vibrated off the walls, making his presence known before he was visible. I cringed inwardly, muscles tight. Hearing your name called fresh after a lose was never good.

I ran a hand over my sweaty scalp as he came into view.

“Yes, Coach?”

“My office in ten.”

My stomach knotted. Really not good.

If coach saw skepticism in my eyes, he ignored it. Everyone waited until he’d left the locker room to resume talking. I tossed my helmet into its shelf, right above the slot where my last name was scripted in gold-plated font.

Finnick, who’s bench was beside mine wrapped a towel around his waist before turning towards me.

“What’s that about?”

“No idea.”

“You don’t think it’s…” he trailed off, but the unspoken words clung to the air. I met his concerned frown with one of my own, hoping, praying Coach wasn’t calling me up to his office to discuss that.

“It’s probably just about the sack I didn’t block,” I muttered, just in time for Cato to chime in.

“Which one?”

I ignored him, debating if it was worth it to just go up and talk to coach now and shower back at the apartment alone. Quickly, I ruled the idea out. Couldn’t go up to his office smelling.

“Maybe he’s calling you up to discuss the fact that this is a men’s football team and you, apparently, have a pussy.”

He went to smack my crotch but I grabbed his hand, shoving him away before he had the opportunity.

“That would explain why you can’t seem to keep your hands off of him,” Finnick retorted cooly, earning a disgusted grunt from Cato.

“Dude, not cool.”

Finnick shrugged.

“I’m just saying maybe if he had a set of balls, hot girls would actually want to fuck him instead of just pretending to for money.”

I could feel Finnick gearing up for a retort, but held a hand out to stop him. Last thing I needed was someone else fighting my battles for me. What would that prove other than the fact that Cato was right? But, there was no point in getting into it with someone like him. He was trying to get a rise out of me so he could laugh and make more jokes when I reacted. Like, tell me to get my estrogen levels checked or ask if I was PMSing. Idiot.

I showered quickly and changed into street clothes before heading up to coach’s office. Nerves twisted my stomach as I approached his ajar door and gave it a quick knock.

“Come in.”

His face was buried into his computer, typing furiously with half-squinted eyes that focused hard on his task. His desk was littered with football knick-knacks and sticky notes. Behind him were plaques in numerical order for awards the team had won over the years and he had a cabinet off to the side of the office that hosted an array of trophies.

I pulled a chair out from the other side of his desk and sat down, waiting. After hours of being on the field, it felt nice to sit for a moment.

He finished whatever he was typing and took a deep breath before pulling his glasses off his face.

“You know why you’re here, kid?”

I wracked my brain, mulling over all the possible reasons. I decided to test the waters by trying out the easiest.

“Because I missed the tackle in the third quarter? I think I figured out my mistake. If I just--”

“I didn’t call you up here to talk football, Mellark.”

My frown deepened.

“Oh?”

Coach sighed, folding his hands together. “Were you at a party last night?”

Shit. Shit. Immediately I knew where this was going and it was no place I wanted to be. Already, I could feel my skin flushing with embarrassment...made worse by the fact that the guys had basically guessed this conversation down in the locker room.

If it were possible to dissolve into the floor, now would be a great time to do it.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, and ran my sweaty hands down the length of my pants.

Coach seemed just as awkward as I felt. He scrubbed a hand over his bristled jaw line as we regarded each other silently.

“The party,” he finally continued. “Anything happen? Any sort of...altercations?”

I suppressed a groan, wishing he would just come out and say it so I didn’t have to.

“Not really.”

“Not really?” he parroted, looking skeptical. I shifted in my seat, uncomfortable. “You’re sticking with that answer? Because I’ve heard otherwise. In fact, lots of people around campus have.”

I swallowed. There was no way to deny it.

“You...wanna talk about it?”

It being the video, undoubtedly.

It was far from the first time I’d been made fun of. Middle school had basically been hell; I stood several inches above everyone else and was twice as wide, which made for a host of comments and jokes at my expense. High school had been a little better, by then I was playing football and was able to deflect most of the jokes being made at me to those being made with me.

But College had been the best change of pace. Away from all the people I’d grown up with and knew too well in Virginia. I supposed it had been too much to wish the fluidity of my past two years could last.

“Not especially,” I sighed, in answer to Coach’s question.

“Okay.” He cleared his throat. “Just so you know, that kind of behavior isn’t permitted on campus, and technically that party was on campus. If you were wanting to press charges--”

Charges? This was getting out of control.

“What? No,” I said quickly with a wave of my hand. “I don’t want to do anything. I just...want this to not be happening.”

It was like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.

Coach nodded in agreement.

“Well...if you change your mind or need to talk about it all--”

“I don’t.”

“Right. But if you do...”

I nodded, staring down at my lap, waiting with growing impatience for him to dismiss me.

“That’s all, then.”

I stood up in an instant and gathered my bag, heading for the door.

“Mellark,” he called, bringing me up short. I paused, but didn’t turn to look. “Don’t get stupid and start eating salads and shit. Can’t have you dropping weight in the middle of the season.”

#katnissmellark44 #ask #fanfic #the bet #peeta pov #the panem nightlocks series #hopefully this sort of fits what you and anon were looking for <3

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bangtan-sinnamons · 4 years

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An Angel’s Demise (2/3)

Part 1

⤞ Paring: Angel!Jimin x Human!reader

⤞ Summary: The angel who visits every night won’t be able to resist the temptation of seeing his soulmate instead she is with a demon.

⤞ Genre: angst, fluff, romance, humor, soulmate, reincarnation (future smut)

⤞Warning: slightly possessive, jealousy, Curse word, biting (hickey), kissing, SO FLUFFY

⤞ Word count: 1234

This drabble got a tad longer than I planed. I PRESENT THE SOFTEST JEALOUS JIMIN~~~Next chapter is gonna have smut 🙌🏻

The party you were at was held under the luminescent night stars. The calm breeze made you realize how alone you were. Typically Jimin would be following you around, neglecting his work to spend every second with his newly found soulmate. Now his angel tasks had piled up resulting you to finally socialize with other people once more. You haven’t seen your angel in 3 days and you were quite surprise he even skipped his daily night kisses. You rubbed at your eye bags that had formed from you waiting for Jimin, but to your disappointment he never did. Wanting a drink to clear your mind, you moved toward the small outdoor bar.

“Excuse me, but I couldn’t help but notice our outfit matches,” a somewhat soft but rasp voice called you. “I’m Namjoon. Oh and I recommend the Pina colada. The bartender does it good here, its a more lighter alcohol. Don’t worry,” he smiles as he waves to the bartender to order the same drink.

You looked at your outfit and his and you did noticed the concidentailly matching color scheme of dark blue and some hints of gold. A small giggled slipped out from you and Namjoon smiled with little dimples forming on the sides. “Its not my first time here actually, so I totally agree about the Pina Colada. Nice to meet you. I’m Y/n,” seeing his pure intentions you decided to befriend him for your current stay at the party.

“Hey is it okay if I take a picture with you? I’m not a social butterfly…so..” you interrupted his stutter with a small nod. His cheeks burned bright as the moon overhead. When you tucked your hair behind your ear, you didn’t notice the red glint in his eyes when he gleamed at you.

He was reluctant to drape his arm around your shoulder. He made sure you didn’t have a negative reaction to his touch before proceeding, but you were already posing for the picture. He gave a sigh, being a demon was hard for him when he didn’t want to hurt anyone, especially when you were being so sweet to him, despite being strangers.

Before he could take a picture, a hand griped onto your wrist so tightly you grimaced at the touch. Looking toward the source that was giving you such pain you were surprise to see Jimin in his human form. A frown spread across his face as he gave you an irritated expression, but instead of a booming voice his tone was weak.

“Y/n?” Jimin whimpered. The demon lets go of you out of fear of seeing his so called enemy, the angel. “Y/n you… you know him?” Jimin looked at you with glossy eyes.

“Yes, we just met. What’s wrong Jimin?”

“Y/n, he is a demon and… I miss you. Alot,” he murmured, but just loud enough for you to hear. You glanced at the so called demon and you tilted your head at the thought. How could a sweetheart like him possibly be associated with demons.

Namjoon tousled his hair and he so badly wanted to explain his intention of trying to be more social, but the words didn’t come out in time before Jimin hugged you tightly and teleported the both of you back to your apartment.

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“Fuck. I knew I couldn’t trust your guardian angel. He has like 5 other people to watch over. Of course Jungkook didn’t come in time when I need him most,” he cursed out. He was mad at himself and he was also upset at how naive you were.

“Jimin! Don’t bad mouth Jungkook when he gave excuses for you hanging around with me for so long. You know it isn’t good to keep lying when you’re an angel! Plus Namjoon was gonna say someth....”

“Could you just stop talking about other guys when I’m here with you! I came to visit you, but I see you out with some guy wearing matching outfits! I wanna coordinate clothes with you! I want to do everything we didn’t do in our past lives!” He rambled, hands clenching by his side. He was jealous and he couldn’t help it. You were gorgeous and you were his soulmate.

He scooted closer to you and burrowed his shameful face into the crook of your neck. Would you hate him for his possessiveness? He lost you once and it nearly killed him.

“Baby, I didn’t intend to make you feel this way. You are my little angel and I wouldn’t ask for anything more,” You planted your lips onto his crown and wrapped your small arms around his slender waist. His nose nudged against your neck as he took a big whiff of your soothing scent.

“I’m sorry y/n....” he relaxed into your arms and you noticed something off.

His wings had a few feathers that had turned grey. He was turning into a fallen angel. You panicked and suddenly pushed Jimin out of your warm embrace and looked at him with wide eyes. Jimin who was confused tried to pull you back.

“Your wings! Some feathers are grey!”

“Huh? That’s impossible... Y/n could you pluck them!” He was frantic and did a small twirl to get a good look at his wings. Instead he looked like a puppy trying to catch his tail. Normally you would laugh, but seeing how destress he looked, you gently pushed him to sit down on your bed to pluck the impurities.

“Y/n I am so sorry if I visit you less often starting now. I need to earn back my privileges as an angel. I don’t want to lose myself either,”

You placed a tender hand on his chin and moved his face toward you, “Take care of yourself baby,” you cooed at the pouty angel.

After you were done plucking. Jimin pressed you down on the bed, arms beside your head. His plump lips was against your neck once more. He was surely perplexed about what he wanted to do, but he knew that once he kissed your neck his resistance would crumble.

You shifted a bit when Jimin laid fixedly on top of you and so you wrapped an arm around him. That finally set him off and he yearned for more. He pecks his way up your neck until a soft moan came from your lips.

It was intoxicating. Your soft skin. Your moan. Your vanilla scent.

His touch felt needy as he plastered kisses wherever he can. You tilt your head to give him better access, but instead he kiss you on the lips and you welcomingly open your mouth. His thick saliva dripped onto your lips. You were a mess for your angel and he absolutely adored it.

Placing his lips on the crook of your neck, he sucked on it. You groaned at the numbing sensation as your back slightly arched up.

“Jimin-ah,” You softly panted.

He pulls away and smiled at the red mark he had left. Kissing it gently he whispers, “I’m going to mark you mine for everyone to see. I love you y/n,”

He gently tilts you to the side seeing Jungkook’s guardian mark and places a hand over it to replace the symbol with his.

“Did you really replace it? I mean I don’t mind.” You chuckled in his arms. Your eyes now heavy.

“I can protect you better. I promise,”

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dangan-happy · 3 years

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(To Chiaki and Monomi.) Hello, you guys are huge comforts and I've been recently, well indirectly rejected, I suppose you could call it. Heh. My crush has a Valentine and I was planning on asking this person to be my Valentine, but I suppose I was too late. Sure, I could ask them still but I don't want to be a second Valentine if that makes sense. I'm sorry for burdening you. I am trying to distract myself with some novels. Anyway, I hope you have a great evening. (HARK. THAT SOUNDS LIKE AN ASK)

Hey, hey. Valentine’s Day is coming up, isn’t it…

Mmm…I’m not experienced with relationships or love in general, so my advice may be a little shaky. I do apologize for that Anon, I don’t wish to give you any bad help. I really hope I don’t do that…

So from my understanding, you wanted to ask someone to be your Valentine, but they’ve already asked someone and you feel a little heartbroken. Rather, a lot heartbroken, is that correct? I know you’re feeling hurt Anon, but the thing is, you don’t actually need to have someone to have a good day. My player 2…he has something to look forward to, his grandmother’s birthday is on Valentine’s Day so it doesn’t need to be focused on couple based things. If that makes sense. Of course I’d love to spend time with him but I don’t necessarily think it’s required to be with a significant other. Seeing him happy with a family member of his is all I could really ask for.

Maybe you can still ask this person you had in mind, unless they were asked by someone they are in a relationship with of course, if they aren’t, then I don’t think it’s a problem to have multiple Valentines. But I’m unsure since I lack general knowledge in romance. Really, I’m sorry if this doesn’t help you. But you’re definitely worth more than just having a partner Anon, even if you don’t have someone special, spend the day doing what you love to do! That’s a perfect substitute!

…I think.

No need to doubt yourself, because you did an excellent job like always, Chiaki! That earns you a gold star sticker and a gaming session with yours truly, and this time, I will beat you!

You’re not burdening us at all, my anonymous student. Now, I would hate to just repeat what my student said, so I’ll try to give more comfort and reassurance than advice, if that’s okay. Besides, I’m no love expert either; I’m just a teacher, a bunny, and a magical girl! Anyway, it’s never too late to ask, and like Chiaki said, unless they were asked by their significant other, than I personally think you should take that step and ask them to be your Valentine as well! You’ll never know what’ll actually happen unless you do so, after all. And if that ends up being the case where you’re able to ask them, then just know that I believe in and have hope in you.

However, just like Chiaki said, you’re still valid and amazing even without a Valentine; having a partner or simply a Valentine in time for just one day out of three-hundred and sixty-five isn’t a necessity. One of my students personally doesn’t care for Valentine’s Day, and has told me before that we should be celebrating and spreading all kinds of love, regardless of when, where, and why. And I agree one-thousand percent! The holiday doesn’t just have to all about romantic love only, like in those movies my one student doesn’t like. So even if you don’t have a Valentine for this year, that’s a-okay! Take that day to maybe spread love to other people in a different way. Or take that day to be like my one student, and buy a lot of Valentine’s Day special Squishmallows and dark chocolate just for yourself! As some of my students and their friends have said before: “Treat yo’ self!” That’s how they normally say it, right? It’s hard to sometimes catch up with my student’s casual language, y’know? I don’t mind though, tee-hee!

Hey, before you go and read another novel, how about I give you a hug and some candy? I would hate to have you leave empty-handed and with a frown on your face, so feel free to hug some of that heartbreak and sadness out, okay? Oh, and if you want, I’ll even make you a magical Valentine’s Day card with my magic stick, hence the ‘magical’ part of it. It’ll be super duper glittery and shiny, and if it brings even a tiny smile on your face, then I’ve done a job well done!

#danganronpa #danganronpa roleplay blog #ask #chiaki nanami #mod karma #monomi #mod hajime

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vigilantesanonymous · 4 years

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and the thing is, i’m not scared anymore (part 1)

In which you are a healer being held against your will by the First Order. There are legends swirling around the galaxy of a great Sith healer, one that can bring a man back to life, all without Jedi power. But to you, you’re just a girl stuck on a planet with nowhere to go, left to rot there for the rest of your life. That is, until a cocky and utterly charming Resistance pilot crashes in to save you. (So kinda like Tangled but make it Star Wars. Only kinda though.)

word count: 1869

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This would be no easy mission, but Leia had full faith in her favorite fighter pilot. A girl, a healer, stuck on a planet in the unknown regions. That kind of power didn’t belong in the hands of the First Order, and Leia had reason to believe that this girl could be extremely beneficial to the Resistance. She explained this as she gave the final details to Poe about the mission. And the tiny detail that C-3PO was the only droid unit that had the coordinates, so he would have to come.

“So where are they keeping her exactly?” Poe asks as he stands across from Leia.

“We have reason to believe that she’s being stored on Volik.”

“The planet that was supposed to be a resort for all the Empire higher ups? Wasn’t that abandoned a while ago?”

“Exactly. It makes it the perfect place to keep her. No one residing there to discover her, but the First Order has extensive knowledge of the ins and outs of the planet. We think she’s being kept here, somewhere in this valley. Are you up to the challenge?” Leia asks him, a glimmer in her dark eyes.

“You know it General. I won’t let you down.”

And with that, Poe takes the Falcon and heads towards the unknown region, Chewy and his trusty droids along for the ride.

“Best seven out of ten?” I ask the mouse droid at my feet. PS-C4L beeps at me and swirls around my feet before heading in the opposite direction. “Okay! Then you come up with something better to do!”

The room they keep me in is modest, and not all that uncomfortable. But it’s the same room I’ve been locked in my entire life. Same grungy walls, same earthy smell from the dirt outside that I’m forbidden to touch. Books are stacked in neat piles near my bed- they cover all kinds of topics, from healing methods of different cultures to maps of the solar systems I’ve only ever dreamed of going to. A modest kitchenette (since I earned the privilege of being able to cook for myself at age 15), and two barred windows. My only glimpses into the outside world- a few vines have managed to crawl up the wall to poke in my window, that’s about it for living life forms aside from me in this room. From what I’ve gathered from Stormtroopers gossip, I’m stored in an old security outpost for what was supposed to be a resort for the richest of the rich in the Empire. Hence why I don’t have any of the bells and whistles that resort goers are supposed to have here in my quarters.

Somehow the little mouse droid squeaked his way in here, and the Stormtroopers who keep watch over me have just been too lazy to catch it, so I’ve made it my friend. Well, the closest thing I guess I can get to a friend. I’ve tried to talk to the Stormtroopers who keep guard over me, but mostly they just ignore me. They insist that they are unauthorized to talk to “the asset” (me), and that I have to call them by their serial coded names. I know their real names- James and Zara- but they get really angry if I call them by their real names, especially if there are other people around. The last ones whose names I learned were restationed, so I just keep to myself.

Unsure of where PS-C4L went, I resign to sitting up by the window and watching the outside world. One of my favorite things to do is watch as the ships go by. The last time I was on a ship was when I was a toddler, so it fascinates me to think about flying, and what it feels like. Today is a relatively quiet and humid day, so no ships are zipping along the horizon. Just a few troopers are down in the space I like to think of as a courtyard, just milling around. That is, until one of the taps the shoulder of the other, desperately pointing at the sky. A ship is coming in, but one I don’t recognize. “That’s no First Order ship,” I whisper to myself. Suddenly the Stormtroopers start scrambling to get their weapons and start shooting. I perk up, watching as the ship easily takes out a group of them on the ground.

“Whatever you do, keep the asset safe!” One of the troopers yells to my guards at the door as they run by. I can hear the thunking of their boots as they descend rapidly down the stairs to the courtyard.

Suddenly all I can hear is the pounding of my heartbeat. Are they- could they be coming for me? I sink below the window, breathing heavily. I could be saved! Or captured and sold off somewhere else. I’ve never been outside my little outpost, never even allowed to go outside for a short walk around the courtyard. What if I was taken somewhere worse, like made a slave for one of the Hutts? I shivered just at the thought of it. Scrambling up, I scoured the room for any kind of weapon I could use if I needed to defend myself and my eyes fell to - a frying pan. “Well, it’s the best thing I’ve got,” I say to PS-C4L, who has reappeared in all of the commotion.

“I think we’re close!” I hear someone call from down the hall. “Goddamn, these things are everywhere!” Blaster shots echo off the walls in the hallway, followed with the sounds of clattering armor and grunting troopers that have fallen.

“Stop right there!” One of the guards calls, holding up his blaster, but he’s instantly shot and crumples to the ground. After the din of the fighting, the usual quiet and background noise of the jungle is deafening in the eerie silence.

“That the last of them, 3PO?”

I hear the mechanical creak of a biped droid coming closer. “That is correct, Commander Dameron. The only other life forces I can sense around us besides you and Chewbacca is the girl inside. We should hurry, they will send in reinforcements, I’m sure!”

A tall man with dark hair and dark eyes peers at me from the slats in my door. “Hold on Sweetheart,” he calls to me. He stands back, and I hear the lock for the door explode, and the door shoots open.

I hold the frying pan in front of me defensively. “You’re not a Stormtrooper,” I say, just barely a whisper. “Who are you?” I glance between the two of them, unsure of what to do. “Whoa, is that a Wookie?!”

It whines at me cockily, making the man roll his eyes. “Oh, give it a rest Chewy, she’s scared out of her mind.” He slides the blaster back into its holder, motioning for the Wookie to do the same.

“You still haven’t told me who you are,” I spit out, trying to muster any confidence.

“We are members of the Resistance, here to rescue you!” The gold droid cries happily. “General Princess Leia will be quite delighted to see you! That is, if we get out of here alive of course.”

“3PO,” the dark haired man sighs wearily. This droid must annoy him a lot. The more I look him over, the more flushed I can feel myself getting. He’s tall, with dark sparkling eyes and messy, fluffy dark curly hair. He’s obviously not used to the humid climate of the planet, since his cotton civilian shirt is clinging to him where he’s sweating. “I’m Commander Poe Dameron, leader of the Black Squadron and on the side of the Resistance. But you can just call me Poe.” He holds out his hand to me, and slowly I lower my frying pan and take it. “The Wookie is Chewbacca, and the droid is C-3PO.” His hand is damp with sweat, but I feel like a current has run through me at his touch. I murmur my name to him shyly, making him smile. “Well, now that we’ve all been formally introduced, let’s get ya outta here.”

“Leave?” I squeak.

“Yeah,” he nods, “Let’s leave. Y’know, before the First Order comes and blows us all to stardust.”

“Yeah,” I nod in agreement. “It’s just- I’ve never been outside this room before and I’m just really nervous, you know? Like what is it like out there, what if there’s something scary, or something that’s gonna try to eat me like the stories with the dark lore creatures and-” I sputter at a million miles a minute, but Poe cuts me off with the confused gaze he’s giving me.

“They’ve never let you out of here before?” I feel like time slows around us, and it’s just me staring into his dark eyes. They soften a little, the cocky spark replaced with something more genuine.

The moment is shattered by the chips of another droid coming from the band on Poe’s arm. “Alright, that was BB-8; we’ve got movement. We’ve gotta get out of here, they’re less than ten minutes away.”

“Oh dear!” 3PO wails. “I’ll be sold off as a servant droid if I’m lucky!”

Poe pulls me along with him out into the hallway, breaking into a run with the others trailing behind us. We make it out to the courtyard before more Stormtroopers appear. “Great,” Poe says sarcastically. “More of these.”

“Leave the asset here! Do not damage the asset! Repeat, do not damage the asset!” One of the command leaders barks to the others. I yelp as shots from blasters fly by me.

“You know how to use one of these?” Poe yells to me over the din. I realize that he’s trying to shove a blaster in my hands, but I don’t know what to do.

“No!” I cry back, terrified.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything!” he says cheerily, pushing it into my hands. “Now shoot!”

I scramble along behind Poe, trying to get one of my many frenzied shots to actually hit something instead of zinging past the troopers following us. Only a mere few yards from the ship that they used, and then- I hear Poe grunt and clutch at his side in pain. Luckily the shot had grazed his torso and didn’t get anything important, but it still grazed him pretty good. Blood started to bloom onto his shirt from his side. I look from him to the blaster in my hand, and shoot the first Stormtrooper I see in the head before tugging Poe up and into the ship. The door pulls up just in time, the sound of blaster shots pinging on the outside of the ship.

“You can’t fly like this,” I say to him. He’s sat down on the floor, me kneeling next to him and trying to assess the wound as well as I can with him covering it. He’s bleeding badly, but Poe shakes his head. “I’m the pilot, I have to.”

“There’s no other pilot?!”

Chewbacca roars as he runs down the hall towards the pilot's cockpit. “Oh fine,” Poe winces. “Get us out of here, Chewy!”

#poe dameron #poe dameron imagine #star wars #poe dameron smut #i watched tangled after tros and this is what my brain came up with #i don't know #my writing #poe dameron fanfic #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron x oc #star wars imagines #poe dameron fluff

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iwaswritingmywayout · 3 years

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BTMH: Chapter 26: Free Skate Debut

“The Chugoku, Shikoku, and Kyushu Figure Skating Championships co-ed singles free skate is about to begin. All eyes are on skater Katsuki Y/N and her coach, Seonghwa Nikiforov,” Morooka said.

Seonghwa stood next to Y/N as she tied her skates. Seonghwa waved at the camera. Y/N’s hair was a little different for this skate. She decided to do a half up half down look. She had her hair curled and hair-sprayed in place to prevent any possible fly-aways.

“Hello!” Seonghwa said, his signature smile present on his face.

“Katsuki ended yesterday’s short program in first place by a large margin. She scored a personal best of 94.36. In her free skate, she will attempt three quads,” Morooka said.

‘Seonghwa and I decided to lower the difficulty and only do one quad, but…’ YN thought. She didn’t truly agree with that decision because she thought she needed multiple quads to win.

“I’m gonna try a quad too!” Wooyoung said.

“Seriously? You’ve never landed one, not even in practice! I’ll try one, too!” One competitor said.

“Okay, I’ll try too!” Another said.

‘Shit, if I only do one quad and they are doing one as well how am I supposed to stand up against them? Only one quad will not be enough anymore. I will have to change that,’ Y/N thought.

Soon enough, it came time for the senior co-ed singles free skate event to become. Y/N was nervous. It was the first time she’d be debuting Y/N on Ice and she was hoping all of her hard work would pay off. Her routine was about her own skating career, so she should be able to portray enough emotion to tell the story since it is her own story, but she was still a little worried. She didn’t even care about the dating part anymore. She just wanted to win that gold medal so she could get onto the path of redemption at the Grand Prix Final. Her not caring about dating doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to date, though. She just realized that the soon to start redemption arc was her main source of encouragement.

Y/N realized she had yet to take off her skate guards, so she took them off and handed them to Seonghwa. Wooyoung watched the two from a little ways away. Once Y/N looked over at him, Wooyoung pumped his fist in the air, determination clear on his face. Y/N looked away, wondering why Wooyoung kept looking at her. Y/N noticed Seonghwa’s mouth opened slightly. One look at Wooyoung could show that the young skaters bubble had been burst. Seonghwa put his hand on his chin as he thought. It was the signature pose he would go into when he thought. Y/N guessed that was how he came up with his best ideas, but she wasn’t sure.

Y/N shrugged before skating onto the ice to start her warmup. She did the various moves she had in her routine, but she stayed away from the jumps. She knew if she missed a jump in warmup it would mess up her whole mindset. She at least was certain about that much.

‘No, no. I have to focus on myself!’ Y/N thought. She did a few more warmups before returning to Seonghwa who was leaning on the rink boards. He did not look pleased. What could she have possibly done this time? The man could never be satisfied.

“Y/N…” Seonghwa said. The tone in his voice made it obvious that he meant business.

Y/N looked at him, a look of confusion evident on her face.

“How can someone who can’t motivate others motivate herself?” Seonghwa said, before slapping her skate guards on the rink boards. “I’m disappointed in you.” He walked away after that.

Y/N’s eyes were wide and she trembled where she stood. ‘What about my own motivation that he just destroyed?’ Y/N thought.

“Representing Hakata Skate Club, please welcome Wooyoung Kenjiro!” The announcer said.

Y/N stepped off the ice and just stood awkwardly against the wall. She didn’t think Seonghwa wanted to be around her then so she decided to just stand alone even though she stood out like a sore thumb.

“Hey, are you listening to me? You’re nervous aren’t you?” Wooyoung’s coach asked.

“Good luck, Wooyoung!” His fans yelled.

Y/N turned around and started to walk in the opposite direction. She suddenly turned around and cupped her hands over her mouth. “Good luck, Wooyoung!”

Wooyoung and his fans looked at Y/N.

“Good luck!” She said again, a smile on her face.

Wooyoung’s eyes started to fill up with tears of happiness. Seonghwa listened from the bench he was sitting on and tilted his head.

Wooyoung’s performance started. He snapped his fingers with the music and the audience clapped along.

‘Wooyoung’s firing up the crowd right off. I guess he’s popular,’ Y/N thought. Y/N knew that younger skaters tended to have an easier time getting the crowd excited. It was partly because they would be over the top due to feeling like they had a lot to prove, but also because crowds tend to get more excited when they see younger skaters and like to encourage them so they continue to skate. From what Y/N saw of Wooyoung’s program, it was very good.

Wooyoung’s first jump was a triple axel. It was executed perfectly. Wooyoung also had a perfect landing. Y/N could tell he’d do even better on his next jump. His next jump was a quadruple toe loop. He landed that one perfectly as well.

‘Wow, Is he on a roll?’ Y/N thought.

Wooyoung didn’t land the next jump he did. The crowd and other competitors watched with their mouths wide open.

‘Man, the way he’s so inconsistent… He reminds me of the skater I used to be. I can’t take my eyes off him,’ Y/N thought. She continued to watch as he came out of his sit spin. ‘He already has the necessary skill set to compete in figure skating.’

Y/N walked away from the rink as Wooyoung continued to entertain the crowd with his routine. Y/N put her headphones in and walked out of the rink to the parking lot. She had her roam roller and yoga mat with her.

‘I can tell by the cheers alone that you’re a star on the stage,’ Y/N thought.

Y/N was no longer able to here what was going on back in the rink. She decided to just focus on her stretching and warm up and hear what she messed during her stretches when she talked to Seonghwa before her free skate.

She finished her stretching and returned to the ice rink. She walked back inside. As she walked past Wooyoung, she felt him looking at her. She paused in her place and turned around to give him a light slap on the back. Wooyoung trembled as his eyes filled with tears of happiness. Y/N continued her walk over to Seonghwa.

“Wooyoung earned a score of 152.14, which made his total score 214.97. He’s in first place right now,” Seonghwa said.

Y/N nodded. She took her jacket off and handed it to Seonghwa. Wooyoung’s mouth dropped when he saw the costume. It looked amazing. It was dazzling. It had several sparkles and rhinestones on it. Y/N thought it was the perfect amount of flashy.

“Yeah, this costume’s great. You look beautiful in it,” Seonghwa said.

Y/N smiled and adjusted the sleeve on one of her arms. When she looked up from fixing it, Seonghwa put a hand on her cheek. Y/N heard the flash of cameras and groaned internally. ‘The tabloids are going to have so much material to use,’ Y/N thought.

“Your lips are chapped,” Seonghwa said. He unscrewed the top off a lip balm container before gingerly dipping his finger in and collecting some on the tip of his finger. He rubbed it onto Y/N’s lips as the skaters around them stared with their mouths wide open. Seonghwa wrapped his arms around Y/N, pulling her in close, hugging her tightly. He rubbed her back reassuringly, since he could tell she was nervous. She kept her arms wrapped around him until he released her. She smiled at him one last time before turning around to walk towards the ice.

Minako and Takeshi sat in the audience near one another. They had been scrolling on their phones until it was time for Y/N to start her routine. They put their phones away and looked up.

“I heard she’s only doing one quad at the beginning this time, but…” Minako said.

“She hates making compromises, yeah,” Takeshi said.

“She’s not going to stick to the one quad. This is Y/N we’re talking about. She saw Wooyoung land the quad. She doesn’t think she can win with just one quad now,” Minako said.

Takeshi nodded, knowing that Minako was right.

At the sidelines, Wooyoung, Jungkook, and Taehyung were watching Y/N. Wooyoung was clearly the most excited to see the routine.

“Good luck, Y/N!” Wooyoung shouted.

“Representing Ice Castle Hasetsu, please welcome Katsuki Y/N!” The announcer said.

“For this first public performance of his free program, the music is an original composition expressing Katsuki’s skating career, titled “Y/N on Ice”. The program was choreographed by her coach, Seonghwa Nikiforov,” Morooka said.

Y/N skated to the center of the ice before getting into her starting pose. She had her head tilted down as the audience’s applause slowly died down. Soon after, the first notes of the piano started and Y/N slowly lifted her hands up, doing the same with her head.

‘The beginning of the program represented the Y/N from back when she felt like she was fighting alone. The first jump is a quad-triple combination. She had been landing it just fine during practice, so I’m not worried about her not landing it,’ Seonghwa thought.

Y/N completed the jump but turned the triple into a double. It was still a good jump, though.

“A quad-double! She nailed it!” Wooyoung gushed.

“It was great!” Jungkook said. Taehyung simply nodded in agreement.

Seonghwa’s eyes widened. ‘She changed the triple to a double. She’s changing the jump elements. Is she going to add a triple in the second half? Or is she going back to having three quads? Do you remember how I told you to focus more on refining the program than being distracted by jumps? You look too stiff! This is the part that expresses when I showed up as your coach, right?’ Seonghwa thought. He thought back to how he told Y/N he would be her coach in the hot springs. ‘You look like you didn’t like it at all!’

Y/N did a spin and the audience cheered. Y/N continued to skate, as she prepared for her next jump. It was supposed to be a triple salchow, but Y/N wanted to do more.

‘A triple salchow?’ Seonghwa thought. He watched Y/N step out of the landing a bit, which caused her to fall. She put her hand down to keep her up, though. ‘No, a quadruple! She stepped out of the landing. Seonghwa put the Makkachin tissue box in front of his face.’ He watched Y/N continue to skate, playing off the mistake. ‘So, she did revert the program to having three quads. Shake it off…good.’

Even with Y/N’s mistakes, all eyes were on her. Even the judges couldn’t look away. It was impossible to stop watching her. She was mesmerizing.

‘A triple loop,’ Seonghwa thought. Y/N landed it perfectly. She spread her arms out, her head tilted back.

‘Now, Y/N’s realized something like love. This takes place when I confessed to her, when we were both sober, on the beach with the seagulls flying overhead. She’s expressing the emotion she was feeling very well. You can feel the love radiating from her,’ Seonghwa thought. ‘But, the second half is coming up and she already looks tired. You’re almost to the end, Y/N! You can do this! Keep the energy up! An outside spread eagle, then an Ina Bauer…Skate like you’re the most beautiful person on the ice right now, since you are!’

Y/N landed her triple axel, her fatigue barely evident on her face. She was able to hide the pain she was in pretty well, too.

“Y/N doesn’t seem to be in any pain today,” Minako said.

“Hmm, I wonder why,” Takeshi said.

‘A triple axel!’ Seonghwa thought. He raised his fist with a loud, ‘yes’. ‘Good, she hung in there. Next up, a triple flip!’ Seonghwa lifted the tissue box in front of his face again. ‘Even though she’s not nailing her jumps, the audience is getting fired up... It’s because she’s skating in time with the music.’

Y/N went into the combination jumps. She landed the first jump well but ended up touching down on the second one.

Seonghwa raised both fists this time. “So close!” Seonghwa exclaimed. ‘Y/N’s being too impatient today, but that’s also why you can’t look away!’ He thought.

Y/N started her next combination jump. She landed both parts perfectly! It was a great jump! She did the step sequence next. It went just as well. The audience was focused on her, there eyes never leaving her form on the ice. Y/N attempts a quad as her last jump, but it doesn’t go as planned. She falls during the landing and her face collided with the rink boards. She could feel the blood drip from her nose. Wooyoung, Jungkook, and Taehyung watched in shock as the event took place. Seonghwa closed his eyes, resting his hand on his face.

‘I told you to make the last jump a triple for the points,’ Seonghwa chuckled. ‘I wonder who she takes after to be so rebellious toward his coach.’

Y/N finished, getting into the final pose with one arm stretched out towards Seonghwa. She was breathing heavily, her shoulders rising and falling with each breath she took. She eventually lowered her hands, placing one under her nose because she didn’t want to get blood on her costume.

‘Oh…it’s me!’ Seonghwa said, realizing that she was taking after him.

The audience cheered loudly. Everyone was so impressed with her routine. She made a very good comeback.

‘If I were Yakov, it’d be an instant lecture. And I’ve done that, too, but…” Seonghwa said, before looking over at Wooyoung

Wooyoung was crying where he stood. He was clapping very loudly. “Y/N!” He cheered.

“Y/N showed her pride as Japan’s top skater!” Morooka said.

Minako stood up in her seat, tears rolling down her face. “Y/N!” She shouted as she held up a banner with Y/N’s name on it.

Before Y/N was able to get off the ice, one of the helpers skated over and brought her some tissues so she could clean herself up. She wiped her face and then shoved a tissue up each nose to make sure it wouldn’t start bleeding again. Once she had that issue handled, she waved to the audience before turning around and smiling sheepishly at Seonghwa. You could see a few scratched on her forehead from where Y/N collided with the boards. Seonghwa stood with his arms crossed as he looked at her. Y/N couldn’t really tell how he was feeling. She put a hand on the back of her head as she stood around awkwardly. Seonghwa facepalmed and then pushed his hair back, before throwing his arms out for Y/N. Y/N’s eyes widened and start to well up with tears.

“Seonghwa!” She said.

Y/N skated towards Seonghwa. Once she got close enough, she jumped into the air straight into Seonghwa’s arms. Seonghwa stumbled a bit when he caught her, but he didn’t fall. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. He smiled as he did so.

“That was the best run, yet,” Seonghwa said as he let her get back onto the ground. She smiled and grabbed the blade guards then put them on her skates.

“Let’s head to the kiss-and-cry now, Y/N,” Seonghwa said, smiling at her. One glance at him would show how much he cared about her. You could almost see the affection radiating from him.

“Uh, why is Seonghwa looking at Y/N like that,” Minako asked.

“Like what?” Takeshi asked.

“Like he wants to kiss her,” Minako said.

“I’m guessing it’s because he wants to kiss her,” Takeshi said.

#born to make history #yuri on ice #ateez x reader #seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa #ateez #seonghwa #x reader #imagine

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HEAR ME OUT: PARIS HILTON INSPIRED ME TO GO TO ART SCHOOL

HEAR ME OUT: PARIS HILTON INSPIRED ME TO GO TO ART SCHOOL AND BECOME A FILMMAKER.

My sister and I played it cool until my parents dark purple grand caravan left the driveway. We knew we had to conceal our excitement of being home alone for a few hours in order to not seem suspicious. It was our chance to watch whatever trash was on television that day without the normal censorship our parents had set on us. My mother strived to win the gold medal for being a helicopter parent and my dad just agreed with whatever she said. Somehow we were always a step ahead of them. There was a vast lack of communication within my household which lead me to crave answers and sneak around to get them.

We really made a day of it. We pulled our big fluffy comforters off our beds and brought them to the couch, gathered every unhealthy snack from our cabinet (which was difficult as my mother kept a strict, low carb, low sodium, no sugar menu to chose from in our house) and hung heavy blankets over the windows to block out the glare on the 30 inch Panasonic VHS combo unit. My older sister, Cate, had control over the remote, she knew which channel number MTV played on and she memorized the Parental Control Password that was set on various channels that aired the exact rubbish it was to protect us from, but quickly became our favorite shows. At the time I didn’t even really know how Cate found out these shows existed. Our amount of media consumption was little to none. Living in a tiny town in Pennsylvania, attending private Christian school and hardly having a social life; our only connection to whats out there

would be the local blockbuster that my mother skirted us in and then quickly out of after renting wholesome family movies. I remember slipping away from my moms watch just long enough to find the “1 Night in Paris” sex tape DVD that was made in 2004 with Rick Salomon (who by the way has been married to Pamela Anderson TWICE!) and Paris Hilton as the star. A few years later, The Simple Life, featuring Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie became a huge success for Fox and was later taken over by E! network. The glimpse of the DVD cover was so scandalous I felt guilty just for looking at it. We were a few years late, really just catching the reruns of the show that E!, MTV or VH1 would play during the middle of the day, but we ate it up nonetheless.

The first episode I ever watched was on Season 5. The two girls become camp counselors and every week a different theme and set of campers come in to encounter their shenanigans. This episode was “Fat Camp” and the first order of business was for Paris and Nicole to give the campers enema’s before they start their week of dieting and exercise. It was absolutely ridiculous. I felt bad that these campers who fell victim to their bratty comments, yet my sister and I couldn’t take our eyes off it. Reality TV works in that way you know, where you feel bad, but not bad enough because its not your life.

Soon Cate and I started adding other reality shows to our pallet of rebellion. The Girls Next Door, a reality show about Hugh Hefner’s girlfriends living in the Playboy Mansion. Real World Cancun, AKA Jersey Shore before there was Jersey Shore. And of course The Hills where Lauren Conrad and Heidi Montag live it up in Orange County, a place I

thought was made up until I visited there in 2014. But the Simple Life remained my favorite of them all. But Paris Hilton was my first glimpse of glamour, so she always remained my favorite. Granted, Kim Kardashian has seemed to surpass her on many levels after starting out as her intern. And sure maybe Paris is an heiress who will never run out of money or resources and people behind her, producing her, but Miss Hilton found a savvy way to brand herself right at the pinnicale of the internet and she still had to work for it. As a filmmaker I am hyper aware of the way we consume media, which is why I’ve taken such an interest to Paris and this manipulation she had turned into an art form.

Before we go on, in case you don’t know how Paris got famous, I’m here to give you a brief backstory. Paris Hilton, heiress to the Hilton Hotels empire, was actually raised a lot like me. Her parents were strict. She wasn’t allowed to wear makeup or have much of a social life. I believe her parents knew what kind of name she bared and the harsh reality that could come with it, so they kept her on a tight leash. Despite their efforts to keep her tame she slipped away, out into the world long enough to meet famous photographer David LaChapelle, who became enamored with Paris and her sister Nicky, and insisting he take their photo. She knew it was highly against her parents rules to engage in that kind of activity but she went for it. He designed an elaborate set and costumes for them and they went ahead naively thinking the photos would be just for them to admire in private but were later were published in a 2001 Vanity Fair issue, getting her in a whole lot of trouble. She later had to turn down and offer to do Playboy because her parents would disinherit her. By the time she was 18 her career as a model

and professional partier could really take off. Paris became absolutely obsessed with fame. She came up with a formulated routine on how to grab the paparazzi’s attention. She would find all the places photographers would be hanging out that day and go to every single location just to be seen and her plan really seemed to work. She was the bright and shining star of every tabloid in America. She describes in the documentary film, “American Meme” how desperate she was, spending hours searching for a place with someone, anyone to take her picture no matter what it took. Her paparazzi access seemed responsible for Paris to become a household name. — add on?

We have to remember that this time, 2007-2009, was a turning point, as smart phones and blackberries were now in almost every American’s pocket and we were craving the tea more than ever. Tabloids started working around the clock to deliver us the latest scoop at the now possible all hours of the day; i.e. the tragedies of Amy Whinehouse, LiLo and her drug escapades, Britney Spears and her hairless melt down, the list goes on. We asked for it, we got it and kept asking for more. After Paris sought out these outlets, the offers poured in. Her own show, movie roles, modeling for brand name designers, she became a DJ, became an author, a business woman, a fashion designer she owns hotels in Dubai and is currently carrying a hefty 10.5 million instagram follower count.

I know what you’re thinking, like okay so who cares about this rich “bimbo” (dubbed courtesy of a New York Post article circa 2007) but just hear me out. Most of us can relate to her story and if not, at least to some of her tactics. What I grew to realize after becoming social media obsessed (possibly because I was deprived as a child) is that

no matter how information changes or what new technology comes to pass it along to us, we will always be doing it in the same way. I watched Myspace come and pass, seeing thousands of singers, bands and actresses get discovered through that site, even some playmates in Playboy magazine. I saw Facebook allow us to put every single thing about our lives on blast at any minute of the day. Twitter allows us to barf our thoughts up in once 180, now 280 characters, Vine stars made 6 seconds videos and now make 6 figures from their fame and last but not least Instagram, and trust me when I say I cringe having to say this, “influencers” sell to us with every photo or video they post. Whether that be a lifestyle, a product or just themselves as a person. A vast majority of us have to admit that we are drinking the juice. We ourselves are partaking in marketing our “best life” being lived via Instagram. So ask yourself, what is the difference between what we are doing on the Gram versus what Paris was doing in 2006, showcasing her persona to the media in the only way it was accessible at the time? Why not manipulate it the same way it manipulates us? Find out where the quote on quote Paparazzi are and market yourself the same way reality stars did.

Not that I have the intention to come up in the same way some of these heiresses who’s names are already famous or these vine stars or twitter comedians did but I have the power to show a portion of the world who I am and what I can do to earn my career as a filmmaker and communicator via social media.

I realized that what I was doing as a little kid, waiting for my parents to leave to seek a world outside my own is exactly what Paris did. She took the risk and got the answers.

Her obsession with fame coincided with my obsession with social media, to communicate and or get my work out there. I’m just trying to work system to brand myself. My research shows that the reality show we down load from an app store and place in our pockets has led me to some big wins. Upon getting hired for shoots or my work recognized in some way, I see there is a formula to the entire thing. When to post, how to post, who to follow, etc. I have no producers behind me to curate my Instagram, I have no connection to someone with a big name. All I have is myself to show for what I can do and if I keep going back to the place with the most access to the loudest voices , like Paris did I may have a shot at getting my own voice out there and I will say more important things than “thats hot” I promise you.

In the end I think that the reason I clung to Paris and her story so deeply was because it was virtually first and foremost example I had and to as impressionable young woman, that kind of thing sticks. The definition of success and how to obtain it was taught to me was by sneaking her show on a Saturday afternoon while my parents when to Shop Rite without me. I’ve just stayed observing all the ways fame has developed via internet and can lead to success. But the beauty of the defying gravity factor is that this blond “bimbo” and many other “bimbos” like her have done the same thing, most without the Hilton name. All I did was think twice before I believed that reality television was just a trashy phase. Instead I realized that I, like many others, am still consuming similar content in 2009 now in 2019, the difference is its in the palm of my hand and I’m deciding to take advantage of it.

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