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welcometojackass2022 · 2 years

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Suck It And See (Sub!Chris Raab/Raab Himself x Reader) [Smut]

Here’s that late 90s Raab mommy kink smut y’all ordered! Plenty of mommy kink, sub Raab, titty sucking, all that good stuff. Usually I try to add some plot but for this one I just made it about the smut. That’s what we’re here for! This one is a little short, since it’s mainly just about mommy kink. Also this isn’t full-on sex, it’s titty sucking during a handjob and then you blowing Raab. This is around 1998 or 1999, when the first CKY video was still being filmed. Also, the title is obviously based off of the Arctic Monkeys song of the same name. The story itself doesn’t have anything to do with the song but it’s really good, definitely listen to it if you haven’t.

Description: You and Chris are hanging out with Bam, Ryan, Dico and Rake at Bam’s house. Bam and the others leave to go get some prank stuff from the store, leaving you and Raab with plenty of time to spend alone together…this all leads to Raab sucking your titties and calling you mommy. Literally this is just smut. Not much to describe.

Warnings: Smut, Sub/Dom dynamics, Sub boy Dom girl, Mommy Kink (no age play!), Cursing, Raab sucks your tits and is super submissive, Praise Kink, Basically Raab sucks your tits while you jerk him off and then you blow him so no vaginal sex here, just oral sex, y’all fuck in Bam’s room which is kinda nasty tbh but whatever

@asskickedbygirl tagging you as always

“You guys better not fuck each other on my bed while we’re gone.” Bam flashed you and Raab a warning look as he stuffed his car keys and wallet into the pockets of his baggy pants, gesturing to his bed that the two of you were sitting on. Dico, who was already halfway out the door, poked his head back in with a grin. “You guys should fuck on his bed, and you should use his pillowcases to clean up afterwards.” Ryan smirked, Rake burst out laughing, and Bam threw an empty cup at Dico, who ducked out of the room with a laugh. “Don’t use my fucking pillowcases to clean up your cum. Actually, don’t cum at all. Don’t have any sex in or around my bed. Got it?” You rolled your eyes at Bam, leaning back against his pillows with your arm lazily draped around Raab’s shoulder. “We weren’t planning on it, you perv. Stop thinking about us having sex and go buy those whoopie cushions or whatever dumb shit you said you were getting.” Bam shot you a look of annoyance and walked out without another word, Rake following behind him and casually waving to the two of you. “See you guys later.” Dico, Bam, and Rake had all decided to go into town to get some prank stuff for the CKY movie that Bam was making; you and Raab didn’t feel like going and Ryan just wanted to take a nap, so the three of you had decided to stay back at Bam’s house and wait for the other three to come back. After the three men left, Ryan rubbed his eyes and walked over to the door to head down to the living room for a nap, shooting the two of you a knowing look as he started to leave.

“If you guys do fuck in here, try to keep it quiet so I can sleep. I won’t tell him you guys fucked as long as you promise not to tell him I took $10 from his wallet before he left.” You laughed, and Ryan left with a grin, closing the door behind him as he did. You looked down at Raab, who was leaning his head against your shoulder with a cute little grin on his face. “You’re awfully quiet, baby. Anything on your mind?” Raab shook his head, his face going slightly red as his grin widened. “No, ma’am.” You raised your eyebrows, smiling at the term of respect. “Ma’am? Wow, you’re really on your best behavior today, aren’t you? I like hearing you call me that. You know what else I like hearing you call me?” You leaned over to kiss him, and when you pulled away, his face was super red as he gave you a quizzical look. “What?” You grinned. “Mommy.” Raab’s breathing went heavy, a bulge instantly forming in his jeans, and you leaned in to kiss him again, sliding one of your hands down to palm at the bulge. He moaned softly against your lips, gently bucking his hips up against your hand, and you just barely pulled away to give him a suggestive look. “What do you say, sweetie? You wanna call me mommy while I play with your cute little cock?” You palmed his cock again, smiling when a high-pitched whine left his mouth, and he nodded eagerly. “Yes, please.” You raised your eyebrows. “Yes what?” Raab’s cock hardened even more under your touch, and he whimpered softly. “Yes, mommy.”

You smiled. “Good boy. Here, baby, let’s get these tight jeans off, your poor little cock must feel so constrained.” You unbuttoned his fly, and his eyes widened, a nervous look on his face. “Are you sure we should do it in here? Bam said he didn’t want us to fuck on his bed, you know how he gets when he’s pissed off.” You laughed, pulling Raab’s zipper down and helping him tug his jeans down so they were around his knees. “Exactly, he said we couldn’t fuck on his bed. So we won’t! We’ll just do other things instead. I mean, me touching your cock doesn’t count as fucking, right?” You gently rubbed Raab’s bulge through his boxers, and he smiled as he caught on to your clever plan. “Right, right.” He leaned his head back against the pillows, mouth falling open in pleasure as you massaged his clothed cock, and you stuck your free hand up his shirt, running your fingers over his flat belly and smooth chest as you leaned in to kiss him again. A small wet spot was starting to form in his boxers from precum, and Raab pulled away from the kiss with a worried look. “Can you pull my boxers off, please? I’m gonna have to put them back on after this and I don’t want them to get too messy.” You smiled. “Of course, baby, how could I say no when you ask so nicely? Come here.” You pulled him closer, motioning for him to lift his hips up so you could pull his boxers down to his knees like his jeans were, allowing his hard, eager cock to slap against his belly. You admired it as you wrapped your hand around the base, grinning at the flustered look on Raab’s cock. “You’ve got the prettiest cock, baby.” He did. It was a nice pink color, about average length with a slight upward curve and a good thickness to it.

Raab blushed. “Thank you, mommy.” You smiled, teasingly swiping your palm over the bright pink head, and he groaned softly, throwing his head back against the pillow and squeezing his eyes shut. You leaned over to spit on the head of his cock, slightly exposing your cleavage as you did so, and when Raab opened his eyes, his gaze immediately went to your boobs, a soft moan falling from his lips. You looked up, following his eyes down to your cleavage, and you grinned. “Aw, you wanna suck my titties? I can jerk you off while you do it, if you want, sweetie.” He nodded eagerly, his cock jerking in your hand, and you pulled your breasts out of your shirt, pressing one of your hands against the headboard of the bed to steady yourself as you leaned over him, gently guiding your nipple to his mouth as you continued to play with his cock with your free hand. Raab eagerly took your nipple into his mouth, running his tongue over it before gently sucking on it, his eyelashes fluttering shut from how relaxed he was. You admired the pretty look on his face, rubbing your thumb over the tip of his cock and pumping his shaft in your hand at a steady pace. Raab’s hands flew up to grab at your hips, his grip tightening just slightly every time you touched the head of his cock. You brought your hand back up to spit into it, bringing it back down to jerk his shaft at a much faster pace than before, and his eyes snapped open in shock, a moan leaving his lips as he briefly released your nipple from his mouth. You smiled. “You like that, baby?” He nodded, hips stuttering up against your grip on his cock. “It feels so good, mommy, thank you.”

You cooed over him, gently pushing on the back of his head to guide his mouth back onto your nipple. “Of course, baby, you deserve it for being such a good boy for me.” You stroked his hair, watching him suck eagerly on your breast with half-lidded eyes, his lips gently pulling on your nipple as he looked up at you sweetly. His cock lay hard and heavy against his thigh, slightly red from how close he was to cumming, and you apologetically reached your hand down to stroke the underside, realizing you’d temporarily let go of his cock to play with his hair. Raab’s tummy jerked at the contact, and he moaned against your nipple; he was already starting to drool from how much he was focusing on sucking your nipple, and his mouth made a slick ‘pop’ sound as he pulled away from your nipple with a whine. “I’m so close to cumming, mommy, can I cum in your mouth please?” You ran your thumb over his tip again, smiling when he shivered at the touch. “You want me to suck your cock, baby?” He nodded, and you moved away from him, putting your breast back into your shirt and stroking his face. “I absolutely will, sweetie, but I need you to be a good boy and beg me for it, okay? Can you do that?” Raab nodded, grabbing at the hem of your shirt in desperation, his lips red and shiny from sucking on your tits and his eyes half-lidded with lust. “Please, please, please use your mouth on my cock, mommy? I’m so close to cumming and it would feel so good, I promise I’ll be a good boy for you, just please suck my little cock.”

You smiled, satisfied. “You’re such a good boy for me, baby, of course I’ll let you cum in my mouth. Here, lean back against the pillows for me and I’ll take care of you.” Raab did as you asked, a look of excitement on his face as he laid back against the pillows with his cute little cock hard against his belly. You leaned down, licking a stripe up the underside of his shaft and then swirling your tongue around the tip and over his slit, lapping up beads of precum from the tip; Raab whimpered at the feeling, his cock starting to twitch, and you could tell that he probably wasn’t going to last very long. You engulfed his entire shaft in your mouth, using one of your free hands to play with his balls as your saliva dripped down to make them slicker, and then slurped on his shaft, sucking with enough force to elicit a series of whines and moans from his mouth as his hands moved down to rest on your head; he knew better than to pull your hair, but he clearly needed something to hold onto to keep him steady. You pulled off of his cock and licked another stripe up the underside, peppering kisses up the shaft and then taking it back into your mouth to suck on it with as much force as you could, flicking your tongue over the slit with the entire thing still in your mouth. Raab moaned loudly, throwing his head back against the pillow as his hips began thrusting up uncontrollably, his mind going blank as he became desperate for an orgasm. “Fuck, mommy, I’m gonna cum, please let me cum in your mouth, fuck it feels so good—” You slurped on his cock one more time, just hard enough to finally bring him to orgasm; he moaned loudly, blowing his load into your mouth as his body writhed against the bedsheets in pure pleasure.

You swallowed his cum, gently releasing his cock from your mouth and kissing the head of it one more time before letting it rest limply on his thigh, where you also laid your head down to catch your breath. Raab collapsed exhaustedly against the bed, breathing heavily with his eyes closed as he came down from his orgasm, and you admired the peaceful look of his face, moving your hand up to gently wipe the saliva off his lips and to smooth down his mussed-up hair. “How was that, sweetie?” He opened his eyes to flash you a toothy grin. “Really good, thank you mommy.” You smiled. “Good. You’re always such a good boy for me, baby, you deserved that. When we get home tonight I’ll let you pay me back with your cute little mouth, okay?” He nodded, eyes lighting up with excitement at the suggestion, and then he sat up, pulling his boxers and pants back up and smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes and in Bam’s comforter. “I don’t think we made a mess, right?” You examined the bed and nodded. “Don’t think so. And anyway, it’s not like we broke Bam’s rule. Blowjobs and tit sucking aren’t the same thing as actually having sex, so we followed his rules just fine.” Raab laughed his familiarly goofy laugh, and you sat down beside him on the bed, pulling him close to you for a cuddle session as the two of you laid back against the pillows. You frowned. “Ah shit.” Raab looked up at you in concern. “What’s the matter?” You shook your head with a laugh. “I just realized, we totally should have wiped your cum off on Bam’s pillowcase like Dico said.” Raab grinned. “Next time?” You laughed, cuddling him. “Next time.”

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ailur4phile · 1 year

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mookybear12404 · 3 years

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tagged by @mariposasmonarch !! Thank you so much for tagging me and sorry this has been in my drafts forever now ahdjgkhl

comfort food: spicy curry, sushi, anything with cheese basically, noodles

comfort clothes: the faded green hoodie I’ve had FOREVER, my household hoodie, high waisted pants with the shirt tucked in, My favorite black converse, sweatpants

comfort item: My stuffed bear I’ve had since I was a kid, my favorite rosary, my noise cancelling headphones, weighted blanket

comfort character: definitely any of my OCs. Also gonna throw in a Din and Grogu in there

comfort song: I’ve got a whole playlist of my favorite sappy songs I keep for when I’m sad, but there’s too many on there to write here so I’ll just say Soldier Poet King or Boreas both by the Oh Hellos

comfort YouTuber: I don’t really watch a particular YouTuber for comfort? I love watching cooking videos when I’m sad. One of my favorites is Binging with Babish!

comfort video games: stardew valley or botw if Im sad, hades if I’m stressed, and minecraft in general (mainly if Im playing with friends)

comfort film: Howls moving castle, wall-e, spiderverse

comfort show: critical role!

comfort stim: pacing or leg bouncing for sure

comfort activity: chilling with friends, playing DnD, cooking, knitting to podcasts

Anyways no pressure to play but if you’d like, I’m pretty sure you guys haven’t been tagged yet: @akinaw @stars-of-ender @kaelidai @ozthearistocrat @redemptiionss @thunderstruck-owl-gal @catolicabuena @ford-ye-fiji

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writefightandflightclub · 3 years

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Return to Sender: (Richard Alonso Muñoz x GN reader)

What is this? This is 4/10 one-shots/blurbs for my “friends to lovers” event. I’m not gonna share the prompt as it’s spoilery, but it was requested by @sergeantkane who is a genius for picking this combo! It’s a prompt about LOVE LETTERS! Omg! And thus, it matches perfectly with Richard (trust me, I had NOT made that connection when I made the prompt list :P). Thank you so much for requesting, Clarke, and I hope you enjoy it. I’m excited about this one!

If you’d like to read/keep track of the other fics, I’m keeping an up-to-date friends to lovers list in my pinned post.

Author’s note: Oh, I really quite like this one. Hope it makes you feel as soft as I did for Richard while writing it! Also- it’s my first bash at writing him, so let me know what you think! Thanks to everyone who helped with film details too: those not already tagged in the post- @prurientpuddlejumper @witchyavenger @veuliee2 @waatermelon-sugaar @pascal-isaac

Word count: 4.5 k. So not a blurb, then? :P

Rating: Mature, for light steam (not explicit, but 18+ or out, please!)

Warnings: mentions of food/eating. Mild angst (but it ends well), Steamy. Kissing, brief non-explicit mention of erection. Implied coitus (cut scene). Richard works in a “correctional facility”. Small mention of attempted break-in. If I missed any let me know.

Tagging: @anetteaneta @isvvc-pvscvl @nowritingonthewall @supernovafeather (ONLY READ IF 18+)

GIF by @nathan-bateman

“Have you ever received a love letter?” Richard wonders shyly, without looking up from his crossword puzzle, his long eyelashes fanned out as his gaze dances over the monochrome squares.

Meanwhile, your eyes snap up immediately from your magazine, which you are idly leafing through, a breath catching in your chest.

You bristle at the question, and yet Richard seems either entirely oblivious, or entirely determined not to look-up at you. Perhaps both. So, instead of looking, he simply slurps the dregs of his milkshake, and pushes his plate of waffle remnants further toward the far end of the diner booth.

When he finally raises his gaze – a gentle prompt for you to answer him- his eyes are large and shining under the fluorescent lights as he peers at you over his glass, dabbing at his thick moustache with a paper napkin shortly after.

“No, never,” you state sadly, heeding his prompt with a small smile and a shake of your head. Not even a love e-mail.

“I’m surprised,” he flatters with a cautious smile. And, if you’re not mistaken, his eyes light-up with the faintest trace of desire. The barest undercurrent of passion, which is enough to have your heart beating like a drum. You notice it sometimes; this dull heat emanating off of him. It is a spark which never ignites, however - to your endless disappointment; you would fan that flame if only you knew how.

You swallow. He’s surprised? He can’t be that surprised, you think, a stone sinking through your stomach as you dwell too long on the topic of love letters, and meanwhile, Richard’s attention seamlessly diverts back to 3 across.

“You deserve one,” he says, still looking at the page, but a smile animating his wiry moustache. “A letter.”

You wrap your arms around yourself, a spiralling sadness catching hold of you. Does he not understand what this is doing to you? This painful reminder? “Can we drop it, Richard?” you say tensely, and when his eyes meet yours again, they are even more soft and cautious than usual, causing you to admonish yourself for the bite in your tone.

“Yes,” he says. “Of course,” he smiles thinly, apologetically.

It’s simply the new job, you think. Director of Communications. The man has letters on the brain. Richard is so considerate, that you realise he must not intend to hurt you in dredging up the past; he would never. In a way though, you think, it’s even worse that he brings it up so… casually. You can only conclude he has forgotten that you sent your letter to him at all. Had your heartfelt words, declaring your love, had so little impact on him?

Maybe that’s it. After all, they seemed to have so little impact upon him at the time. What could you expect years later? On the other hand, you -apparently- remain rather sore about the topic, all this time later. It’s natural to be sensitive though, isn’t it? You’d written him a love letter and he didn’t write you back. He didn’t say it back. Didn’t feel it back.

And, perhaps it still stings so much, even all these years later, because you never did stop loving him, even if he never started loving you.

Feeling a sudden, overwhelming haste to leave, you thumb through the pages of your magazine so furiously that the next table turn their heads to look at you, until you find what you were searching for.

“Here, Richard. The article I mentioned. Dramatherapy for people who are incarcerated.”

You fold the magazine back on itself, fobbing it off on him with an unprecedented urgency, hurriedly signalling to the waitress that you’d like the check. The roomy diner booth suddenly feels suffocating, and you want to get out. Meanwhile, oblivious, Richard chuckles at the title of the article -some kind of pun, you recall- as you try to push down the unpleasant emotions surfacing within you.

“Thank you for this,” he smiles, looking up at you earnestly. Looking concerned as he reads the expression on your face. “Are you alright?”

Your eyes fix on the table, where his fingertips inch hesitantly across the surface, hovering moments from yours as he debates whether to extend comfort. You make the decision for him, snatching your hand back from his reach.

“Yes. I’m Fine,” you say, unconvincingly. “Can we please go? I need some fresh air.”

“Alright,” Richard agrees gently. He looks a little flustered, but, now sensing your urgency, he begins to sweep up his papers and to shrug on his jacket. He pulls out a small comb to fix his neat curls in place, and offers you a soft smile. “Maybe we can go to the park next?” he suggests.

As much as you want to run, you nod, some of your agitation dissipating now that the prior topic seems to be forgotten. “Okay. Yeah. That would be nice.” You school your expression into something calm, and you offer him a reassuring smile as his soulful eyes dance over you, a lingering but unobtrusive concern there.

As you split the check, you tell yourself for the millionth time that being his friend is enough; but even after the millionth time, you can’t quite believe it.

Still, today -Sunday- is your one day with him this week. And, no matter what you can’t have; you’ll take anything you can get.

He’s too dear to you to settle for anything less.

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One month later:

You crouch in amongst the boxes on Richard’s front lawn. He is having a clear-out, setting out some items for goodwill, and some for a neighbourhood yard sale happening next weekend.

You are having fun assisting him in sifting through various items, occasionally bursting into a fit of laughter when he reveals yet another ill-informed, late night shopping channel “bargain” – usually some new-fangled, scarcely-used exercise contraption, which he proceeds to demonstrate in good-humour, making you fold over clutching your stomach in mirth. Occasionally, as you rifle through the boxes, you’ll be overcome by a pang of sentimentality when he uncovers an item with a memory attached; and -no matter how useless- he usually sneaks said item into his ever-growing “to-keep” pile.

“But this is the picnic hamper we took to Bound Beach Island! For your birthday, remember?”

“Yeah, Richard, but it’s battered! It has holes! It needs to go.”

“It was a beautiful day. The light and the dunes were beautiful… and… and y-“

“-Oh my goodness, what is this?! Please for the love of God tell me you never actually wore this!”

You work through the midday sun until you come to a tired, dead halt on the grass, finally parking your ass down and wiping your brow. Richard looks warm too, a “v” of sweat soaking his old, oversized “Save the Turtles” t-shirt. No - he really doesn’t throw anything away. You smile fondly, though, remembering his sea turtle phase. Of course, he’d read some article. He always was looking for a cause.

“I’ll make us some iced tea,” Richard announces with a tired puff of breath, looking more spent than he probably wants to admit after shuttling the various boxes. Still, the way his grizzled curls have fallen away from his harsh side-part appeals to you, sitting disobedient and undone on his forehead.

Thinking of him undone, you hear a faint beating of drums sound in your chest.

You ignore the music though, like always, instead smiling gratefully as he heads inside, and you take a second to collect yourself before dragging the nearest box towards you, deciding you may as well continue. This next box is taped securely shut, and you chuckle quietly to yourself when you notice it’s labelled “workout-gear”.

You peel the packing tape away and open it up, scooping out the pile of miscellaneous papers sitting right on top. Beginning to leaf through, you surmise it’s mainly unopened junk mail; mainly garishly printed promotional flyers - from a pizzeria which closed down years ago, you recognise. Probably hastily stuffed in before his last move and never dealt with. Absent-mindedly, you begin to bundle it up for the recycling pile, when a smaller, more humble envelope drops out on to your lap, a hand-scrawled address on the front. The stationary is resoundingly familiar.

In fact, everything about it is familiar.

Your heart hammers in your chest as it immediately dawns on you.

It’s your letter.

The letter you sent him, all those years ago. You’d needed to be apart from him- needed to go away to take care of family, and you simply couldn’t go without letting him know. Letting him know you were in love with him.

The memory is like a slow knife sinking into your chest as you idly turn it over in your hands.

But… It can’t be…?

It’s… unopened.

All the air leaves you lungs.

No. No. It doesn’t make a shred of sense.

You’d spoken to him right afterward, on the phone. The first time he’d called after you left town he’d almost pleaded with you, giving you an unequivocally clear, and endlessly painful answer that he didn’t want what you wanted. What you’d written about. He’d made it abundantly obvious that he simply wanted to be friends. “I- I don’t want anything to change. I want everything to stay exactly like it is between us – please? Can we still talk every day?”

But if he didn’t read it…?

You heart pounds so hard that you hear blood rushing in your ears.

He doesn’t know.

His words didn’t mean what you…

Oh my god. All this time.

You shoot abruptly to standing when you see him approach, as if you’ve been caught red-handed, guiltily stuffing the letter into your back pocket before he can ask you what it is, an abundance of thoughts screaming in your head.

He hands you the glass of tea, ice tinkling gently, and you take it from him, the coolness shocking your palms.

Assessing what you’ve been up to in his absence, and noting the carcass of another box, Richard glances down at the pile of papers strewn at your feet. He looks suddenly worried for a moment, as if you might have found an old porn stash or something – and he looks just as suddenly relieved when he sees they are more innocent papers, scooping them up from the grass.

“Richard?” you say, your eyes burning a hole in the back of his head, and the letter burning a hole in your pocket as he drops the items into the recycling. He hums for you to go on. “Do you... You know when I moved away...?” your voice is strained, and you gulp hard. “Just before, do you remember getting any unusual letters or... weird post from me?”

“Like what kind of thing?” he asks curiously, turning back to you.

“I don’t know exactly,” you lie, nervously. “I have a feeling I sent you something? A sappy goodbye thing?”

You see him mull it over, combing his impressive moustache with his fingers. “I don’t remember, sorry. But apparently I was drowning in junk mail at that apartment. Maybe it got lost, or returned to sender?”

Despite everything, you exhale a small laugh. In a roundabout way, you suppose it had been returned to sender after all. You look at the ground.

“Was it important?” he asks, shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand as he looks at you.

Biding time, you take a sip of your tea while you search for an answer. It’s refreshing.

“It… Uh. It was a long, long time ago. Doesn’t matter now, I suppose,” you muse, masking your sadness, and he nods, looking at least half-satisfied with your answer.

Except, it does matter. It matters more than anything. And, with a sudden, overwhelming need to grab on to the past, you track to the “to go” box, rescuing the battered picnic basket from the pile of junk.

“You shouldn’t get rid of this,” you state, your back to Richard, hoping he doesn’t notice the way your voice falters. You tense as you feel him settle by your side, his hand hovering tentatively at the small of your back but never quite touching. “It was a beautiful day.”

“No,” he insists. “You’re right. I shouldn’t hang on to it.”

His words are like a punch in the gut. You turn your head to your side, where Richard is, your eyes and heart almost overflowing.

Noting your sadness, and connecting it to the picnic basket, he does everything he can to smooth things over, like always. “We can get a new one,” he says, his brown eyes sweet and hopeful and bright.

You love him. You love him still and you can’t help but turn towards him and reach out your arms, dragging him in for a hug.

“No! No, I’m sweaty,” he protests self-consciously, but you don’t care. You just need to hold him, even only for a moment – and, for a moment he stills as you loop around him, never quite clutching you back.

When you pull away though, you could swear that dim spark of passion is present in his eyes again. That spark that never catches, no matter how much or how often or how hard you wish it would. Oh, how you wish.

“Don’t ever change, Richard,” you say sincerely, your voice imbued with fondness. “Okay? You’re a sweet, wonderful man.”

His eyes are immediately soft and bashful again, the colour of his cheeks deepening a little, a crimson undertone blooming under his brown skin.

“Yes. Okay,” he offers, with a nod, his eyes creasing at the corners, and his posture even bolstered by the compliment, you could swear, his chest puffing out proudly.

For the rest of the afternoon, you ignore the unread words in the back of your pocket; but for the life of you, you can’t ignore those drums.

************

One month later:

You bundle the yapping, happy little white dog into your arms, relieved that she’s okay as her little tail happily beats against your arm.

“Are you okay, Lady?” you coo as she nuzzles her snoot into your face, eagerly lapping little kisses on to your cheek. “Thanks goodness, sweet little floof,” you baby-talk as your eyes quickly scan around Richard’s place, setting his spare key down on the kitchen counter.

You’d barrelled across town to get here, after receiving a call about an attempted break-in. His neighbour to the left had your contact details in case of an emergency -it’s not very easy to reach him at work, of course- so here you are. You came to give things a quick checking over, assured that no-one suspicious had continued to loiter. Richard won’t be much longer -his shift has nearly ended, and you’d left him a voicemail so you’re sure he’ll hurry- but you still thought you’d go on ahead of him, especially so that he wouldn’t worry about Lady.

Looking around, thankfully all seems well, and you don’t think anyone made it inside after all. Slowly then, you allow your nerves to calm and your heart to settle, bouncing the little bundle of fur in your arms, and feeding her a treat from the packet on top of the microwave, just in case she’d been stressed out.

Calming, you can’t help but smile as you look around, absorbing all the little details of Richard. You do hang out in his apartment a fair amount, but most often you will meet or sit outdoors, when the weather allows. After all, he loves to feel the sun and fresh air on his face, especially after spending all day cooped-up in windowless rooms. To you though, this Richard-ness is like a breath of fresh air, and you let it all wash over you, drinking in the details of his simple daily routine. The discarded half-plate of frijoles and rice by the sink. The ironing-board piled with identical uniform-issue shirts, pants, and plain white t-shirts. The photos on the fridge door – some of you and him too.

Doing a lap of the living space, you further note the dining-for-one TV table, evidence of his relatively solitary existence, and you can almost see him sitting there. Can almost hear his soft voice relating the far-fetched storylines of his favourite telenovelas. You imagine him chuckling warmly - perhaps shedding a tear sometimes too.

You decide you should pop your head into the bedroom and bathroom to check there too, for good measure, and you set Lady down, the dog trotting along at your heels. Once you’ve done a loop, you sigh, seeking out a fresh task, and you circle back to the sink, scraping his discarded plate and rinsing it, stacking it in the dishrack. Then, you move towards the TV chair, intending simply to sit yourself down and wait for Richard to come home. After all, you’re here now - you may as well say hello; or, maybe you can even prepare him dinner after his long shift, you muse.

As you revisit the small, rickety table, however, your eyes more keenly notice that a bunch of papers are strewn over it, all identical- a series of pastel pink leaves of paper and envelopes.

Letters.

Handwritten, in his familiar scrawl.

Letters addressed to you.

Your brow furrows in confusion, as you wonder what they could be. You don’t want to invade his privacy, of course, but perhaps this is something that’s meant for you? After all, sometimes he leaves you notes when you come over to feed or walk Lady.

Still, this feels different, and, with a lump in your throat that you don’t quite understand, you pick up one of the leaves at random, skimming the first line, yet feeling only more confused than you did before.

You see your name at the head of the paper, followed by the words “my dearest love,”, and underneath, some other half-formed paragraphs, scribbled over and crossed out.

No, you shake your head, your stomach flipping over. That can’t be right, you think, even as your fingers scramble for another leaf - for leaf upon leaf, until you piece together what’s going on. Until, with every line you read, fragments of both English and Spanish, you feel as though you are piecing together his heart.

Could it be true? Is this really true?

Your fingers dive for a sheet more developed that the rest, where you see paragraphs of writing, and you devour the words like you are starved of love; for you are, aren’t you? Starved? And yet, you suddenly feel so full. Brimming.

My darling,

There are infinite ways to fall in love. Some are elemental, like a raging fire. A shock of lightning on first sight. Some are slow-burning and constant, the heat of friendship warming your hearth, defrosting your iced fingertips when you come in from the cold.

There are infinite ways to fall in love, and I should know, my heart, as I have experienced every one of them with you.

You can barely read the rest as tears blur your eyes, and your hand comes to clamp over your mouth as realisation sinks through to the pit of you, the page quaking -like a leaf- in your fingers.

You make my heart beat like a drum. When I look at you, I am music, without being played. When you’re with me I am dancing, without movement. If only you would touch my skin, I feel like I would sing. If only you would-

“-Are you safe? Are you alright?” Richard asks from behind you, and you tear your eyes away from the page with a start. You were so absorbed by this swell of beating music that you didn’t hear the scrape of his key in the lock. You didn’t hear his hurried footsteps coming up behind you.

“Richard,” you suspire, and for once his touch is on you without hesitation, his hands clasped around each of your shoulders, slowly running down your arms, and you nod quickly to reassure him, your mouth opening wordlessly. You’re safe.

His touch is warm through your clothes, and you think he is right- your skin would sing for him too if he touched you. Your love rattles you, like drums beating musically in your chest, pulsing through your body.

Then, Richard clocks your sideward, guilty glance at the pile of letters, and you see his panic instantly surface at the thought of all his unsent and unspoken words laid bare before you. All the pieces of his heart exposed.

At first, he looks apologetic, but then you step forwards a little more, into the circle of his arms. Arms which suddenly fall, unsure, at his sides once again. And, achingly slow, endlessly sure, you lift up you hand and you place it on his chest, over his heart, smoothing over his shirt and over the cool metal of the shield he wears there. You feel his heart really is beating like a drum. His chest is rising and falling beneath your hand, his breath quickened – eyes nervous.

You step a little closer, and your fingers continue their slow crawl, dancing up around his collar, inching further up until your fingers finally brush the bare skin at the nape of his neck, pushing up into the curls behind his ears, your thumb skimming his sideburn. You touch him, with your fingertips, and he does sing for you, a half-choked moan leaving his mouth at your tender caress.

“Richard,” you say breathily, searching his face, eyes openly appraising his beauty. “Don’t worry, sweet man. I love you too.” And, when you next meet his eyes there is no nervousness there. Not any longer. Instead, you find his dark, expressive eyes brewing with adoration, and that gentle but ever ascending note of passion.

“Darling, can I kiss you?” he pleads, his voice dogged by desire, his brow knitting together and his hands slipping bravely to your waist, circling you as you arch into him.

“Yes. Yes,” you say, and his mouth meets yours in a desperate, tumultuous crush. You sing too, your skin thrumming as you finally know the feeling of his thick moustache brushing against you. As you taste the sweet flavour of cherry sucker on his kiss. As you finally feel the texture of his slicked curls beneath your fingertips.

You kiss, urgently, until you are each smiling too broadly to continue, and instead Richard beams and presses sweet, intermittent kisses all over – your cheeks, your forehead, your hair, your neck- his moustache tickling wherever it touches. His hands are everywhere they can be politely, roaming over your back and your arms and your hair, and it feels so good to finally be held like this.

Eventually, he pulls back, his smile no longer tugging at his lips so keenly -lips now kiss flushed with deep colour- but shining in his liquid eyes. “How long have you loved me back?” he asks in a still choked, disbelieving voice.

You bite your lip, but then allow your face to split in a radiant, unrestrained grin.

Always. Always. I loved you first, you think.

You reach for your bag, reluctant to break from him so trailing your love’s hand in yours- and you fish out the letter. The one you’ve carried around since it was returned to you. “Take a look, Richard,” you encourage.

He looks from you to the small envelope, turning it in his spare hand as you pass it to him. “What is this?”

His brows rise in confusion as you tap the stamped postmark with your index finger. Years. Years ago.

“I sent you a letter,” you explain. “Telling you I loved you. That I love you,” you correct, squeezing his hand tightly in yours, amazed at how natural it feels already, to touch him.

He audibly gasps in air, looking pained. Devastated. “I never got it. I would’ve-“, he fumbles for words, but he can’t finish them, the magnitude of all those years lost to yearning too big to wrap his lips around. “I never got it,” he repeats sorrowfully.

You shake your head. “Don’t worry about that now,” you soothe. “I got your letter.” And, as you engulf him with your arms a soft smile takes over his features once again. He can’t help it.

“I’m so glad you did,” he beams, drawing you to him for another kiss, which you eagerly accept, opening your mouth to him.

God, he’s a good kisser, his tongue in you deep and eager, and the heat generated is quick to catch, a fire lit in the pit of you. That moustache is a divine thing too, his lips soft and full beneath, his mild-mannered tongue positively sinful as it works against yours.

Letting the kiss grow, you grab hold of him by the belt to draw his body closer to yours, arching your hips into his, and you feel an impressive bulge greet you as you do so.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers bashfully, angling his hips away from you, in case you’re not ready for… that yet. “You’re perfection. So perfect, I… I’m a little bit, uh, excited.”

You don’t blame him. You’re a little bit excited too. There’s a drum beating in your chest. Music in your heart. A song everywhere. A dance in your body.

“W-would you like to take me to the bedroom, Richard?” you purr, softly. “We’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?”

You wish you could capture the bliss which sparks in his eyes then, and keep stoking it forever more. His whole being glows as if you are the sun shining down on him. He loves the sun on his face. He loves you.

He loves you.

*******

Later that night:

At some point after round three, Richard is ravenous, and so you head to the kitchen to grab some snacks. One of Richard’s plaid shirts wards off the slight chill, settled over your otherwise naked body. As you microwave something quick, you can barely keep the smile from your face – even more so as you glance over at the table full of half-finished letters. As the microwave pings and you grab out the plate, another idea occurs to you, and you simply can’t help yourself.

So, you pad mysteriously back towards the bedroom, where Richard is waiting. The blanket is slung low over his hips, skimming the dark trail of hair which draws your gaze down beyond his abdomen. He is covered, and yet you bloom blissfully with heat at your new-found knowledge of what lays beneath. He’s laying with one hand folded behind his head, and one hand rested on the soft, roundness of his stomach, which you had laid your head on only moments ago.

Richard’s eyes shine with unadulterated admiration as you enter, and you flash him a mischievous smile as you transfer the plate to his hands, and subsequently tip a cascade of his letters into the middle of the bed.

“What’s all this?” he asks, with a contented laugh as you bounce eagerly into bed by his side, humming in equal contentment as you slot yourself under his arm.

“I want you to read them to me. Will you?” you ask, sweetly, and he looks bashful all over again. “No-one has ever sent me a love letter.”

“Me neither,” he chuckles. “Or I thought so…”

He hesitates, perhaps feeling shy, but he wraps his arm around you securely, nuzzling you into his side as he picks up the closest leaf of paper.

He hums gratefully as you begin to stroke his smooth chest. He really does sing whenever you touch him.

“They’re not finished,” he caveats. “I wanted to find the perfect words and I… I couldn’t.”

“The words don’t have to be perfect. It’s more important that they’re delivered,” you say, your voice soft as you sink into him, and so, he gently clears his throat and he begins to read, his words and his rich, soothing voice filtering over you like warm sunshine.

After a moment listening, and letting his love and his letters envelop you, you interrupt him gently. “My sweet man. Promise me you’ll never write me another love letter?”

“Are they that awful?!” Richard exclaims.

“No!” you laugh, into his chest, tipping your chin up to look him in the eyes. “They’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. It’s just… I think I hate love letters, Richard. They’ve only ever kept me from you.”

His expression becomes wistful, lost in thought until a smile finally captures him. Then, with a finger curling gently under your chin, he dips down to plant a small kiss to the very tip of your nose.

“No more letters then,” he promises softly. “Let’s always promise to say it out loud from now on. Let’s talk every day.”

You heart full, you bring your hand up to caress his cheek, before planting a gentle, lingering kiss to his lips; and, despite what you’d just suggested, you plead for him to keep reading to you, his voice and his love lulling you to sleep in his arms.

With the love letters as kindling, your dim spark finally catches, your fire now blazing. You set it in a hearth in your chest, and you vow to keep it stoked for always.

THE END

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#richard alonso muñoz x reader #Richard Alonso Muñoz #the letter room #richard alonso munoz x reader #oscar isaac #richard alonso-munoz x reader #luna's tumblrversary

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emberkyrlee · 2 years

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Encanto: 1, 5, and 11

1. which character do you relate to the most from your fandom?

Both Mirabel and Bruno. "Waiting On A Miracle" is a hard one to get through when I sing along with it cause I FEEL that. I can feel a lot from most I Want songs in Disney films, always have. But that one? That one HURT. That moment right beforehand, where you see her face has relief and happiness for Antonio not needing to go through the same trauma as her, but also the envy and bitterness of "why couldn't I have had this?" and probably even hating that she felt it cause she just wants to be happy for him. I FELT that deep in my soul. She did a better job than me at staying positive, but can I take a moment to gush over the role that her parents, Julieta and Agustín, likely played in helping form that part of her? Because I love how much they obviously love her and do what they can to make her feel like she IS enough, even if they don’t quite manage to succeed over the matriarch’s attitude.

(Edit: Woop, fixed the spelling on Agustín’s name cause someone brought up in the fandom tags that people often forget the accent in his name. I can’t say I forgot, but that’s because my blind ass didn’t even see that the “i” had an accent.)

And for Bruno, well... I also know what its like to be the socially awkward, anxious, neurodivergent one that for a bit while young is told they're some rising star, but eventually is seen as a burned out, walking disaster to whom it is made clear I should just leave because trying to talk about it sure as hell didn't work. Resulting in the others talking shit about me after I'm gone (which I knew they’d do ahead of time) and turning me into their villain. (Its easier for people to make a villain out of someone than it is to grieve their absence, especially if you had some involvement in driving them away. Not healthier, but easier.) And lets see, spending waaay too much time not interacting with other human beings and being even worse than ever at doing so afterwards. And feeling awkward coming back into the family after being distant from it for so long?

Yeah... That's unfortunately VERY relatable to me. (Also I will admit, I have been very self-conscious since first watching it that I have an overwhelming need to knock on wood to not jinx things. A lot. Nowhere near as extremely as him, his is at pretty cartoonish levels, but I've sure noticed whenever I do it now. XD)

This movie came for me and held up a mirror and was very uncomfortable at first and I am very defensive of pretty much any of the Madrigals, but especially Mirabel and Bruno.

5. who is your favorite character (and maybe why?)

Its a close call between Mirabel and Bruno for reasons already stated mainly, but been leaning towards Bruno. Because I am always SUCH a sucker for kicked-puppy characters that give me an overwhelming urge to hug them and never let go. Also I love his aesthetic. The green and the hourglass motif and the glowy eyes when he uses his power? Nice. (BTW his ruana looks like its fucking comfy AF, like a hoodie that's also a comfort blanket, which I totally headcanon is why he wears it. I would love one that looks like his to just be comfy in around the house, but alas the only ones out there are made out of that shitty thin plastic-y costume material, not actually woven.)

Aside from the two Madrigal outcasts, I LOVE Antonio. He is the most adorable child Disney has EVER animated, and has my favorite power out of all of them. I wanna have jaguar and capybara friends gdi! And I want to hug the stuffing out of that kid. He's so cute! (I am noticing my greater-than-usual severe need of hugs in this time of pandemic crisis...)

Of the adults, if I have to pick an overall favorite character DESIGN, not necessarily overall aesthetic or storyline, just the design of the character themselves? Dolores. She’s just so CUTE.

Okay look, I do love ALL the Madrigals. Its really hard not to mention why I like each one. And if you asked me about any of them, I could ramble about that character for a bit. I especially sooooo want stories about the Triplets from when they were younger, especially involving their relationships with each other. Alma/Abuela is probably my least favorite, but that's mainly cause of her role in the story. I still absolutely sympathize with her and understand where she was coming from. Even if I know what its like to be on the receiving end of such toxic perfectionism. I at least still understand her.

11. what song do you associate with a character (or 2)?

I've really only been into the fandom for a less than a month, and have been obsessed with the soundtrack since then. Haven't really been able to listen to much else XD. So running through my head to consider songs I know very well...

There are some songs I could see certain characters singing along with. I could see Mirabel and Isabela both getting into and belting out along with songs like “This is Me” (Greatest Showman) and “Reflection” (Mulan). I could see Bruno enjoying those types of songs as well, just less confidently perhaps.

I could see Dolores relating to some of the feeling in “Satisfied” (Hamilton). Maybe see Camilo grooving to “The Stranger” by Billy Joel, relating to the feeling of wearing, or trying on, various ‘masks’ or identities over one’s life.

Immediately following the events leading up to receiving the Miracle, “Next Right Thing” (Frozen 2) seems VERY fitting for Alma.

...I would love to come up with more and I’m sure I could, given a LOT of time, but I know myself and I would never finish this ask if I tried to do that right now. XD But I would LOVE to come up with what songs I know that most fit the Triplets.

#encanto #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #antonio madrigal #alma madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #& maybe I have a tiny crush on bruno cause I love an awkward & adorkable weirdo #....shut up #I took so fucking long on this XD #it is my current hyperfixation soooo #have an unnecessarily long response

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impaladolan · 3 years

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What if y/n tried to sneak out again and ends up opening a door and it’s literally a conference room and grays ins sitting head of the table and it’s filled w mafia men lmaooo and she’s just like oh sorry was looking for the bathroom which is an obvious lie cos girl has one in her room and she runs away and one of them catch her and take back to grays I mean does he punish her in front of the men girl that’s up to you but even if he doesn’t I feel like it’s like a lowkey funny concept like poor girl she just tryna escape hahaha

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i think it would be fun if y/n just constantly winds up him now in hopes he will get sick of her antics and just tell her everything hehe like maybe one day she steals his rolex, smashes all the plates lmaoo idk now that i type that out i feel like he won’t care and just spank her ass every time (which i highly doubt she’s gonna complain about lol)

Capture - Grayson Dolan [7/-]

summary: y/n has always been a curious women, but when she stumbles upon something she’s not supposed to.. things become too much to handle...

warnings: swearing & humiliation/degradation..

a/n: do y’all want to do tags @?? and also, thank you sweet anons for the prompts! love you all 💕

The events to which had pertained early this morning continuously played on a loop in your head. Rerun after rerun, and you never ran out of film. It really made you question your decision-making skills, or rather any of the skills and manners you have acquired in your short time of living. You couldn't help the "imbalance of homeostasis" moreover your impulsive, fluctuant feelings that would come over you like a rushing water at times. It really made everything a bit more difficult to understand. In shorter terms;

What the hell even happened?

You couldn't deny or even feel guilty for the wrongdoings of this morning, but nor could you exactly excuse them. Yes, it was a heat of the moment type of thing and you really should have expected him to come barging in like that, but it still had taken you off guard. Although, when you think back to what happened, you don't regret it.

You miss it.

You miss the way it felt, to be sat atop of him and needing for his scared touch. He was like a drug. An addictive, life sucking drug that wouldn't wash away from your mind. He was all you could think about.

He is all you can think about.

The wanting demand to know his name, the request to see his godawful handsome face, the aching of his touch. Everything about him was mysterious and daunting. He drew you in, like a magnet against steel. The burning desire you have for him doesn't make sense.

How could you be in love with someone you barely know? Someone who had taken you away from everything you've ever known. A man that knows the ins and outs of you, yet you couldn't even recognize his name?

It feels like a game. A stupid, twisted fucking game that you're bound to lose to.

Sighing to your intrusive thoughts, you blow a wavering piece of hair from your face. You were stuffed under the lengthy duvet and your eyes were directed at the spinning ceiling fan above. The industrial, artificial wind-making machine upwards reminded you of a similar one placed in your room at home. Of course, this one didn't have a squeak but it still made the pit of your stomach drop in an agony-filled remembrance of home. It feels like forever ago when you used to run every morning. The feel of the harsh wind against your cheeks and the subtle pumping of your heart was washed away with the same old gray walls that you were enclosed by every single waking moment.

The sudden thought of just that sparked energy within you.

You were pretty exhausted from prior events and you thought you’d be able to get a nap or two in. But your overthinking and legitimate thoughts clouded your head and you just couldn’t find a way to sleep properly. Although now, you were ready to explore.

Well, explore the kitchen.

The mere thought of a tall glass of iced water sounds satisfactory. Especially for your often dry throat. So, you hassled out of the flooding white covers and marched straight to the door, pulling down the only thing that covers you; a large white t-shirt— presumably his. The urge to soothe the parchedness that swirled within you only strengthened as you trekked past the door and into the ominous hallway. You werent for sure if he was home or not, but at this point it really didn't matter. You were thirsty and you were gonna do something about it, one way or another.

You retraced your steps from only a few days beforehand, when you had tried to escape, which had ended in complete failure. Thinking back to it, it surprises you that he actually knew you were in the walk-in pantry the entire time.

It seems like he knows just about everything.

Like you remembered, the hall opened up into a large, modern looking kitchen that could possibly sustain an expensive restaurant if it really had to. Before you could pause in absolute awe by just gaping at it, you get straight to work in finding a glass. You swung open most of the cabinet doors, opening to mainly spice racks and pots/pans that looked pricier than your own vehicle. You finally found something that could fit the desired contents and you went straight for the fridge. Just as quickly, you dip your cup in the little boxed formation and listen to the ice cubes soothingly fall. You didn't even worry about the deafening bangs of the cubes as they fell from the dispenser, or the crackling or the cool water slipping down and around their entirety.

God, it looks like heaven.

You bring the cylindrical shape up to your lips and let the freezing water slip down your tongue and throughout your body. It cured any and everything that seemed to be wrong, at least for the moment. You dont stop your drinking until the water is fully ingested and the ice begins to burn the tip of your nose. You place the glass carefully on the counter and deeply inhale, shutting your eyes for a brief moment to think.

You’re tired of staying in that room all damn day, and you need a change of scenery. You know there’s got to be way more in this house than just the couple rooms you’ve ventured in, and what’s the worst that could happen?

Aww, he spanks your ass again?

Like that would solve anything anyway. He should know by now that it affects you differently. He seems to know everything else about you. It’s actually really frustrating. For him to know all the details and you’re left in the weird gray area that’s clueless and dumb. It makes you so aggravated and angered, and you wanted to oh so bad, put your foot down in some way.

So, that’s what you’ll do.

A devilish grin comes across your face as you leave the kitchen, waltzing into the dining area with scouring eyes. What could you possibly do to make the “almighty capturer” upset? The first thing to come across your head was unorganization.

He seems like a perfectionist, someone who likes everything put in their exact places and to not be tampered with. You share that similar quality, but you aren’t an extremist like him.

You first lay your eyes on the dining room table, the centerpiece along with the runner looking a little too nice. With a sense of urgency, you decide sabotage. Firstly, you grab the extravagant-looking art sculpture and set it on the floor. After, you crumple the cloth underneath it. With an odd smirk, you pull out all the chairs in not so orderly fashion.

Wow, Y/N, you really did some damage..

Taking a couple steps back to look at the petty mess you've made, a chuckle erupts from your mouth and you sigh yet again. You shrug the simplicity away from your head and continue your walking. You come about a spiraling staircase and instantly begin to climb it, eager to see the upper floor’s decor. Your hand slides against the railing as you become steps closer to your desired destination, another chic and modern looking domain before your eyes. Unlike the downstairs, this room held a lot more art work and a certain professionality you couldn't begin to explain, but you continued to move forward. You approach another hallway, except this one withheld a deadend, large double doors that open outward. It somehow gained your attention and you couldn't help but want a quick look inside. Nothing was really stopping you and there are no signs of him around, so why not?

You didn’t really need an answer, you just went ahead and did what was on your mind. Exerting the small amount of force needed to push down the handles, you pull the doors open wide and focus your eyes on the room’s interior.

Men, sat all along a table that led all the way up to him.

Your eyes widen in immediate shock and your jaw drops open. All of their heads turn in the direction of a barely dressed girl standing in the doorway, disrupting the importance of a meeting with their leaders.

You.

Papers were strung all over the long piece of oak and there was bustling before you rudely interrupted their transactions and communicating, but you were too frozen to react or runaway.

“What the fuck are you doing up here, Y/N?” He said your name with such a deep and dark mannerism, it made your pussy throb unexpectedly. “I- Uhm, I.. Bathroom?” Words wouldn’t come out straight, no matter how hard you tried. You felt the stares of a million, but you could only focus your gaze on him.

And he looks furious.

What could you do to escape all of this? Well, running actually. You take off just as you see him get up from his seat. You speed back down the hallway you first walked down and curved through the different paths you had taken prior. The faint “go fucking get her” that spilled from his lips had made it to your ears and a certain fear ignited within you.

You could hear the footsteps behind you, but you didn’t stop. You were almost down the steps, until that menacing touch of someone grabbing you right before freedom— immersed around you. You knew it wasn’t his arms wrapped around you, but you didn’t dare look back to see whose it actually was. You wanted to cry, struggling to stay in his grasp as he lifted you back up and into the meeting room from whence you came.

“Let her down, Marc.” His wondrous voice filled your ears and you’ve never felt so secure yet troubled in your entire lifetime. The large arms unraveled from around you and you were softly placed on the ground. You didn’t dare to look up, but instead focus on the ground beneath you.

“Get your ass over here, slut.” His dark voice filled the quiet room, and your heart plummeted at the sound of such a slur. Sadly, you could only listen to him, so you walk carefully around the table, making your way to his perch. You weren’t even fully near him until his arm reached out and clutched your wrist, forcefully pulling you towards him. He roughly laid you over his lap, in front of everyone, and pulled up the bottom of your shirt, allowing every eye to see you lower half nakedness.

And just like the early morning prospects, an echoing slap to your ass filled the room’s silence. “This is what fucking happens, Y/N. When you disobey me.” You could tell his jaw was clenched and his face was red with anger by the way he was talking. Tears began to form in your eyes, but not from the pain, but from the embarrassment.

How’re you supposed to face all the people in this room, after getting an ass whooping for the second time today?

“Guess you don’t know how to fuckin’ listen well, do you Y/N?” He kept saying your name like it was some kind of extravaganza, which humiliated you all the more. You didn’t want everyone to know who you are, laid across a grown man’s lap and getting seriously aroused amidst people.

Out of the blue, he wraps his hand around the back of your neck to pull you back up to face him, a dark red spread across your cheeks. “Lucky I don’t make you suck my fuckin’ cock in front of all of ‘em. Then they’d know you aren’t such a bad little girl, wouldn’t they?” He whispers against your ear as he sets you on his knee, facing the direction of the stone cold men veering their eyes on everything but you— away from the awful scene.

You shake your head to his words, feeling his large hands linger under your shirt. “Don’t think so? Would that embarrass you, sweetheart? Cause I couldn’t give a less fuck about that right now.” His hands continue to travel upwards, wrapping around the both of your unclothed breasts, the thin shirt material not doing much justice.

“Please, no. I-I’ll do whatever you want, just please— not here.” With those words of plea, you cross your arms over his hands and train your eyes to the floor in humiliation.

“Get back to you room, and don’t leave it. You’re on thin fucking ice, princess.”

to be continued...

a/n: don’t ask me why, i really don’t know why he has such an affinity for spanking her 🤷‍♀️ and it’s also 1:00 am that I finally finished this.. procrastination at its finest..

#dolan twins #dt #dolan twins smut #grayson #ily #ethan dolan #ethan grant dolan #grant #grayson dolan #grayson dolan fanfic #capture #grayson dolan smut

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sapphirecastles · 3 years

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comfort tag 🍯

This is a very cute tag made by @thatfriendlyanon . I saw this and wanted to do it and hear about people's comfort things too!!!

comfort food: ice cream (yes)

comfort clothes: old pjs

comfort item: i'd say my stuffed dog, but writing with my old mechanical pencil is even better

comfort character: let's go with Frodo Baggins

comfort song: fireflies by owl city, works everytime

comfort youtuber: Bernadette Banner

comfort video game: The Pink Panther: Hokus Pokus Pink (1997)

!!!!!!! (I don't play video games, but i hope it qualifies because I adore this game, i was addicted and i remember making my friends become addicted to it as well when i was a kid). now i need to watch the playthrough [i linked it not to lose the link lol], but i'm afraid i'm gonna cry? Idk if I remember how to finish, I played so much that I remember the middle more than the end. Although ik i'll miss the dubbed version in my language... THE VIBES, it was kinda scary but I loved it, old me was capable to write fanfic about it, really, i loved whatever was going on there. Even after I "grew up" i kept playing it when i missed it. I even managed to play it on my computer once, it was a huge inconvenience because the game is so old but i made it work. I hope the cd is where i think it is. Did anyone else play this too???

comfort film: pride and prejudice (2005)

comfort show: iCarly (it's been a decade since i've watched a whole episode but still, nothing else brings the same comfort)

comfort stim: i don't think i have one anymore, but years ago it surely was any rubick's cube, mainly a 3x3 because i didn't have to think but if i was too stressed 6x6 because it takes me longer and THE NOISE IS PERFECT, i also often tap into things tbh

comfort activity: just give me someone's birth chart...

tagging: anyone who sees this or wants to :3

if you guys wanna do it: @contrarily-me, @pleasedontlookatmeokay, @no-face-no-shame, @totallynotmrkeating, @whatdoiwritehere , @jiangwanyin , @lllinens, @ mutuals who idk whether you like tag games or not or if i can tag you but this is so cute i invite everyone

#tag #tag game #The Pink Panther #The Pink Panther: Hokus Pokus Pink

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shining-red-diamond · 3 years

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Shallow Waters (Part III)

Words: 1.2k

Pairing: Hendery x Brittany (OC)

Rating: PG-15

Genre: fluff, some angst

Warnings: none

Hendery was fascinated by all of the bright colors and glittering lights the carnival had to offer. Some booths had different games humans were participating in, some stuffed toys hung from their ceilings, and food stands were around every corner. There were a few roller coasters, but it was nothing drastic. It was mainly a large Ferris wheel and a couple of fast rides. Hendery felt as if he were at a city festival.

“It’s cool, isn’t it?” Brittany smiled upon seeing his eyes light up as a child at DisneyWorld.

“Beautiful,” Hendery declared.

The two walked around the carnival riding a couple rides and eventually having some curly fries, which Hendery fell in love with because of its salty texture. Hendery had only ever watched events like these from afar but was always too nervous to make an attempt to sneak in. He was scared his teeth might freak other people out; Brittany reassured him that people in the area got body implants and modifications, so he wasn’t the sore thumb at the carnival.

After a few rides and chowing down on the curly fries, Brittany suggested two last rides to allow their food to settle.

“They’re both slow ones,” she explained as they tossed their empty food baskets in the trash bin, “so our stomachs won’t be slingshot around.”

Hendery nodded and pointed towards a large tunnel ride at the edge of the beach. A few couples were lined up to board two-person boats painted shades of pink with red and white accents. Hearts for alternating sizes lined the front of the boats and stretched all the way around towards the sides. Soft romantic music played in the background as guests were seated by an attendant in a baby pink vest.

“Tunnel of Love,” Brittany chuckled.

“It looks pretty,” Hendery smiled.

They both liked each as more than friends, and they knew it; but Brittany was nervous of how things will turnout if they take the ride. Would they feel weird? Would they just resort to just being friends? She wasn’t sure. However, she decided to just put her big girl pants on and take the chance.

The two stepped into one of the pink boats and carefully sat down. The water pulled them through the dark tunnel, and as they rode along the first scene they came upon was a bunch of hearts and pink neon lights with “All You Need is Love'' playing in the background. The walls were painted pink and red, and throughout the ride, multiple love scenes from various popular films were performed by animatronics. Johnny and Baby from Dirty Dancing were posed in the famous lift from the final dance scene, Jack and Rose’s “I’m king of the world” moment in Titanic, and even Allie and Noah’s kiss in the rain from The Notebook was displayed.

Hendery’s attention was taken by a wall painted black with miniature lights to mimic a starry night. Fake willow trees hung over two figures leaning towards each other as if they were about to kiss. From the vivid red hair and bright blue bow on the female figure, Brittany knew it was the “Kiss the Girl'' scene from The Little Mermaid.

“That was my favorite movie growing up,” she smiled.

“What is it?” Hendery asked as he made eye contact with her again.

“The Little Mermaid. It’s about a mermaid named Ariel who trades her voice for legs, so she can see the human world. She also falls in love with a human prince.”

Hendery frowned. “Ariel shouldn’t have to give up something to be in the human world.”

A chuckle escaped from Brittany’s mouth. “There’s more to the story, but she does get her voice back and marry the prince at the end. We’ll have to watch it sometime. I think you’d like it.”

“Hendery didn’t have to give up anything to meet Brittany,” he stated with his arms crossed.

Brittany lightly scoffed. “Hollywood has their own way of portraying different stories, but you’re right, you didn’t give up anything.”

The last stretch of the ride showed the elevator kiss scene from Romeo+Juliet. The mannequin’s had obviously seen better days as Romeo’s blonde locks were messy, and Juliet’s angel wings were crooked and a little yellow; but Brittany still played that scene over and over again in her head and finding herself picturing it as her and the man sitting next to her.

“What are they doing?” Hendery asked, his eyes fixed on the mannequins.

“Kissing,” Brittany replied matter-of-factly. “You kissed my hand, but they’re kissing each other’s lips.”

“Why?”

“Mostly, it’s how couples express their love for each other.”

Hendery stared back at the scene as they passed it, wondering how kissing another pair of lips would feel, specifically Brittany’s. Yet, he wasn’t sure if it was too soon to do so, and he respected the girl he was falling for so much. He wasn’t going to do anything without her consent.

The boat returned to the entrance, and Hendery helped Brittany out of the boat.

“Shall we finish our evening with the Ferris Wheel?” she asked in a humorous manner as they headed towards a giant, colorfully lit wheel in the center of everything.

“How high does it go?” the merman chuckled as he stared at it.

“It’s about sixty feet tall, but if you’re not a fan of heights we can just head home.”

Hendery held her hand. “Hendery has dove into many bodies of water from the tallest cliffs. He can handle a tall wheel.”

Brittany smiled with a nod, and they were able to climb into the car by themselves. The two sat shoulder to shoulder to where she let him wrap an arm around her. Romantic, she thought as the car ascended. Hendery looked over the railing and smiled at the view below him.

“The ocean is so beautiful from the sky,” he chuckled gleefully.

Glancing in his line of sight, Brittany nodded. She found herself staring at him. His face. His lips. How she wanted to kiss that beautiful mouth! She felt that want of that romantic trope of having your first kiss on the Ferris wheel, but Hendery was too busy watching as they ascended and descended on the giant wheel. Little did she know that the merman would stare at her when she wasn’t looking, and he was feeling certain desires he had only discussed with her briefly. He wanted to kiss her.

Once they were able to get off, they walked the five minute journey home. The moon was high in the sky as its luminescence danced on top of the ocean waves. A multitude of stars twinkled, and everything was calm and peaceful as Hendery and Brittany walked hand-in-hand.

“A kiss how humans do,” Hendery blurted out his thoughts.

“I’m sorry?” Brittany jumped at his voice breaking the silence.

“What does it mean?”

“Well, kisses can have lots of meanings,” she explained. “They all are a sign of love, but it’s different with who is receiving and giving them. When a mother or a father kisses their child, it’s a parental type of love shown. A greeting kiss is more typical in European countries. When couples kiss, it’s typically a sign of romantic affection. I’m the best at explaining things, but I hope that made sense.”

Hendery pulled her close and whispered in her ear, “Hendery understands.”

Brittany said nothing but smiled.

“Can Brittany show Hendery how?” the merman requested.

Staring into his eyes, Brittany held Hendery’s cheek and pulled him closer before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. For the first time in his life, Hendery felt his heart beating rapidly as new sensations took over his body. He was in love with her, and she with him.

Tagging: @dearyongs @mafia-nct @ezralia-writes @jaekissd @queen-of-himbos @neocitybyday @daybreakx @lilhwahwa @hongism @fantasywayv @dreamystuffers @the32ndbeat @philosopher-of-fandoms

#wayvhoursnet #kwritersworldnet #nct-writers #nctcreations #kpopscape #neothestars #kdiarynet #kdiner #kpopficsnetwork #wayv #wayv hendery #wayv x oc #wong kunhang #hendery #wayv fluff #wayv angst

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daydreaming-optimist · 3 years

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comfort tag ✨

thank you to the wonderful @courageisneverforgotten and the lovely @onceupon-a-decembr for tagging me!

comfort food: hmmm maybe my mom's homemade beef stew with mashed potatoes? it takes hours but it's worth it

comfort clothes: my dad's old jacket that's wayyy too big for me and is so faded that it's not even close to the original color anymore, but I stole it so often that he got himself a new one

comfort item: my stuffed animals - mainly my hippo that doubles as a heat pack and my teddy bear with a navy shirt (very originally named Navy Bear) that my dad gave me the first time he deployed

comfort character: cress darnel, beth march, kaylee frye, galen werner, donny novitski

comfort song: it all fades away from bridges of madison county, something after all from starry, bring him home from les mis (specifically 10th anniversary), slide by the goo goo dolls (and iris and acoustic #3 and basically that whole album), grow as we go by ben platt, the way that I love you by passenger

comfort youtuber: katherine steele, safiya nygaard, the try guys, brooklyn and bailey

comfort video game: I don't really play any but I guess new super mario bros on wii because my brothers and I used to play it every night together

comfort film: the princess bride, tangled, the incredibles, tinker bell and the legend of the neverbeast, sky high

comfort show: firefly, avatar the last airbender

comfort stim: drumming my fingers, running my thumb over the nail of my index finger, playing with my hair in general

comfort activity: reading, coloring, singing, writing out literal pages worth of song lyrics

no pressure tag: @katherinerose64 @scatterbrained-daydreamer @just-a-cup-of-anxietea @starrybouquet @amortensie

#thanks for tagging me!#i would've kept going with the songs but i had to stop myself #tag game #mutuals

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popculturebuffet · 4 years

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Ducktales Reboot Reviews: The Dangerous Chemistry of Gandra Dee!

Fenton faces some of his greatest challenges yet: Gizmoduck’s soaring popularity and the possiblity of amour... oh and the return of his arch enemy but that’s a standard tuesday for a superhero. It’s a Date, don’t let him trick you noooo, under the cut.

I have to admit something first: I WAS going to cover the other two fentoncentric episodes before I got to this one, as a build up to this weekends episode. The problem though was I realized that this week’s episode is, via word of god, going to cover WHY Gyro hates Fenton , and thus I really can’t dig into Gyro’s behavior in both eps, especially Who Is Gizmoduck? where despite his rational fears of having funding cut, he’s still an uttershithead to fenton and I feel it’d be better served if I waited a little and did the ep sometime after saturday. So with that bit of expostion you probably didn’t need out of the way: Dangerous Chemistry! This one is a personal faviorite of mine, to the point that when I was bored a week or two ago I watched this one just for fun, and probably will again. That’s not why i’m reviewing it: even if I hadn’t I would rewatch it and planned to for the ones I was going to review, it’s just dumb luck. And part of that is Fenton is one of my faviortes: Lin Manuel Miranda really brings his a game to the character, and the crew really fleshed him out, making him a really likeable, fun, and relatable awkward dork. Another reason is one that should be obvious if you saw my comics reviews when I in vain tried to review each dawn of x comic on a weekly basis before throwing up my hands at the sheer volume: I fucking love super heroes, and Who is Gizmoduck and this very episode are very good superhero stories that still fit well into the ducktales universe, as is the darkwing debut “The Duck Knight Returns!”. And finally the episode also has Huey in a major role and I love my red boy. So with all that stuff out of the way I can dive into the ep itself. This one, as you probably know but I do like me my context, takes place in the second half of season. While Fenton did show up earlier for fellow instant classic “The 87 Cent Solution!”, he’s otherwise been absent this season. My honest theroy is, rather than Lin being busy, which while he sure as hell is he still squeezes the show in, it’s more a simple fact that season 2 is pretty damn stuffed: looking back at the episode count almost EVERY ONE ties into one of the major arcs of the season (Della’s journey home/struggle to fit into her kids life/ the moonvasion, glomgold’s bet with scrooge and louie inc), and those that don’t either bring in major new characters like the Cablleros or Drake, or touch on previous arcs: Last Christmas! touching on Dewey missing his mom while she’s still missing. Lena’s episodes bringing her back to the world of the living/introducing her sister, and then resolving her fear of magica for now and revealing where Magica’s been, and this ep checking in on fenton. There was just a LOT to do and get through, and Gandra was really the only time sesntive thing Fenton wise they had to absolutley do this season. So while it sucks, I do understand why they did it this way, I do see why and hold no ill will over it. And to the crew’s credit they used the fact Fenton had been absent cleverly and had a valid reason why we hadn’t seen him outside of one breif apperance: he’s busy. Simple as that. He’s been superheroing all this time: when we catch up with him he’s outright called burnt out by a c-list weather villian who looks like dr.doofnschmritz but lacks his awkward charm. He even uses the same pun twice. It’s also logical: his literal JOB is to be a superhero, it’s what he’s paid for, and given Duckberg seems ground zero for lunatics, it’s only natural ther’es a bakers dozens with techno gimmicks and costumes floating around trying to beat him up. He’s naturally exausted and i’ts made worse by two factors: His alter ego being all over the news, so even when h’es off work he can’t escape work, and being unable to do science. And both are clever delimas: a lot of the usual superhero issues are non existant for fenton: while he’s bad at hiding his identity, the only person he really has to hide from is his mom, who we later learn at the end of the season already knows and has come around to it. His job isn’t in remote jeapordy because Gizmoduck IS the job, while he still has full acess to a lab to do the science work he’s always wanted. But he’s starting to see the price for doing the right thing: He’s spent so much time as Gizmoduck.. Fenton has nothing of his own. No time to do science, only two friends, and as a result is exausted and burnt out and yearning for a break. So thankfully he’s taking one, and in another use of “time has moved on a bit because we didn’t have time for Fenton this season” he and Huey have gone from superhero and biggest fan to best friends. But I let it slide, partly because again the season is overstuffed dand i’ll likelky delve into that more when I get to this seasons arcs at some point, and mainly beause the two have a great dynamic: Huey is supportive, just wants his friend to be okay, and meshes with fenton perfectly: Their both big nerds who people tend ot ignore who get overly excited about science. But Hueys more openly confident while Fenton clearly lacks it at times. It’s a nice eb and flow I hope to see more of.

HE and Huey are hanging out to do science and stuff, with webby tagging along because why not, and I absolutly love the gag of gizmoduck passing by, Webby not noticing at all and only finding out Fenton and Gizmoduck are the same person because Huey makes a rather big deal abotu the fact Gizmoduck just passed by and Webby is really smart and likes solving shit. So we quickly get the rest of our setup: At the elctronics store, Fenton has a meet cute (which the juinor woodchuck guidebook of course has an entry on. ) with Gandra Dee, played by guest acress Jameela Jamil, better known from the good place and being the only one to point out “hey emil hirsch beat the shit out of the woman what the fuck” when quinten Tarantino cast him in the otherwise amazing film “Once Upon a Time In Hollywood”, who does a great job here. The two have some romantic tension as she calls fenton a suit and what not, he fires back he is good at sceincing and they schedule what may or may not be a date... with Fenton unaware that Gandra is a spy hired by mark beaks to get the gizmoduck passowrd and use her nanites merged with gizmotech to boost his strength. As you do. The resulting episode is really damn good: Starting in the obvious place, Fenton and Gandra have a reall good dynamic: besides the obvious oppsoites attract thing: the modernized nerutoic nerd and the rebllious scientest there’s the nice contrast in who they work for: Sure Fenton works for a billionare who DOES use some of his and gyro’s work for fairly self serving things (and I didn't realize the universal solvant was a rosa thing first time around, I learned it between viewings, but it’s a nice mythology gag), but it’s been shown as far back as the pilot that’s he’s more than willing ot help all of duckberg, even if it makes a profit. WHy WOULD he stop gyro or fenton’s research for any reason? He funnels a ton of money into them simply beause he knows for every dozen failures something useful will come out of it and at most simply wants more treasure hunting gear, stuff both can whip up easily and for Fenton to spend most of his time as defender of the city, something Fenton wanted anyway. He’s a good boss... while the billionares Gandra’s working with, Bradford as we learned later and beaks in this episode.. are self serving scumbags who only want innovation for world domination and personal validation. By refusing to have ties with or trust anybody or put in the legwork to find an employer who would give her mostly freedom, she wants complete freedomf or her work in exchange for taking money from truly awful people. She’s no freer than fenton is and her hypcoricy is obvious, without making the character terrible in any way. As the kingpin once said in spiderman the animated series “the best strings are invisble”. While Gandra is well aware of who she’s working for she refuses to see the irony or the possible harm in her actions , and it’ll be intresting to see where her charcter goes from ehre. As for Beaks, he’s a FAR better threat here than in the past episodes: I didn’t MIND him being a joke villian, though I was horribly disapointed, and he will likely be super dated eventually... but here it finds a nice ballance: While he’s still a whiny manchild, the breaking into the lab sequence is utterly delightful and shows that he’s NOT harmless. He’s at his best, like glomgold, when he’s either off to the side comedic relief, or a mixture of genuinely threatining and utterly moronic. His drinking 80 pounds of senstive chemicals turns him into the hulk and the resulting fight scnees are great, as is his confusion upon taking huey and webby hostage “I have your kids.. I think.. I don’t know how this family works” and his cries of “whose the looser now coach dad” are both funny and offerd our first peak into why he’s so screwed up. And his defeat while rediculous is clever, using his love of fame and his phone against him. Overall a much better showing than the past that so far has kept up into season 3: even if his plan backfired there and was for goofy reasons, it was here too, it only fell apart because he hired someone who hated him and underestiamated how much he’d pissed off graves last time.

As for Fenton himself, the episod eis a great showcase, besides the before issues his manuvering around both the obvious date the kids set up for him (more on that in a second), and his genuine chemsitry and contrast with gandra are a delight.. as his his dad’s lesuire suit. On top of that the scenes wher ehe chews gandra out are a great bit of acting from Lin manuel Miranda, the hurt and fury in his voice coming through great. To finish it out Huey is a delight this episode, showing himself to be a suprisingly good romantic for his age, serously violet won the lottery with this one, and while overenthsastic, i’ts still sweet and his friendship with fenton is genuinely heartwarming, as is what has to be the best line of the episode besides the beaks one above Huey: Fenton’s going to be devistated! Webby: (Annoyed) Or kidnapped by spies! Huey: (Dead serious) TWO BAD THINGS COULD HAPPENS! It’s a sweet dyanmic overall and the cherry on top of an utterly fantastic episode. Hopefully the momentum keeps up going into saturday. Until then, later days. Speaking of which.. WHY ISN’T THE WEEKENDERS ON DISNEY PLUS. God I shouldn’t be able to keep thinking of shows that are missing. Anyways, once again later days. P.S. I almost forgot Launchpads great bit listing off all his exes and confriming that he’s probably bi. It was great.

#ducktales #ducktales reboot reviews #the dangerous chemistry of gandra dee #lin manuel miranda #disney #gizmoduck #Fenton Crackshell Cabrera #huey duck #webby vanderquack #mark beaks #josh brenner #jameela jamil #gandra dee

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goldstarnation · 4 years

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OCTOBER 2020 GOLD STAR MEDIA SCHEDULES & REVIEW

Members may earn 3 points each (up to 6 points) for writing, by the end of November 7 KST:

A solo para of 400+ words based on their monthly schedule (does not count toward your monthly total).

A thread of six posts (three per participant, including the starter) based on their monthly schedule.

Threads do not have to take place directly during an important date listed on the schedule, but must be related to what the muse is mentioned to be doing in the paragraph explaining their schedule/the company’s schedule for the month and/or their thoughts on the mentioned activities or lack thereof.

These schedules may be updated throughout the month if new information needs to be added.

Reminder: September schedule posts are due by the end of October 7 KST. Please do not post schedule posts in the fmdschedule tag.

OVERALL COMPANY

Entering the fourth quarter of the year, the company is beginning to put the final touches on what they plan for their artists in 2021. Gold Star’s position as the current top company is viewed as more perilous to both company heads and investors than it may look from the outside, and they’re looking to solidify their status more before the end of the year. Media reports about the company’s performance so far this year steadily trickle out throughout the month and reflect both Gold Star executives’ and investors’ opinions of Origin, Femme Fatale, and their first soloist being the backbones of the company’s public image at the moment. This could lead to continued mismanagement, but internally, the company is trying to work out a way to keep everything from becoming a mess in the new year.

Important dates:

(September 30)-October 2: Chuseok vacation (no activities save for any individual schedules).

October 31: Gold Star Halloween Masquerade Ball.

GOLD STAR SOLOIST 1

After preparing for so long, she embarks on the beginnings of her new tour this month. She’ll be around the country this month before she departs to other parts of Asia next month. She’s adored enough that there’s little doubt the audience will be packed and each night is fully expected by management and fans alike to go off without a hitch. She has a little more freedom in her concerts than some of Gold Star’s other artists do, allowing her to more room to decide her own ments between songs.

Important dates:

October 3: Love, Poem tour concert at Woman’s University Universiade Gymnasium in Gwangju.

October 4: Love, Poem tour concert at Woman’s University Universiade Gymnasium in Gwangju.

October 10: Love, Poem tour concert at Incheon Namdong Gymnasium in Incheon.

October 17: Love, Poem tour concert at Sajik Gymnasium in Busan.

October 24: Love, Poem tour concert at KSPO Dome in Seoul.

October 25: Love, Poem tour concert at KSPO Dome in Seoul.

GOLD STAR SOLOIST 2

She continues to gear up for the dual release of the Korean and English versions of her holiday single this month. She’ll have some more concept meetings about the overall feeling they’re going for as well as the final storyboard for the music video that is scheduled to be shot next month. In the meantime, this month, she’ll need to go in to get the teaser photos for the single successfully shot on the 16th.

Important dates:

October 16: Comeback teaser photo shoot.

GOLD STAR SOLOIST 3

After finishing music show promotions, he takes off to the United States to do a limited run of press in the country in the form of YouTube videos for the channels of American fashion magazines (Elle, Allure, and Glamour) and as well as a performance set at the YouTube Space in New York. This set of promotions is aimed toward earning him new English-speaking fans that aren’t yet familiar with him or his music, especially ones not already interested in Korean music artists. Next month, he’s set to begin preparing and rehearsing for his next world tour.

Important dates:

October 24: End of music show promotions.

October 26: Elle Song Association video, Allure video, and Glamour fan fact check video filming.

October 27: Performance [1, 2, 3, 4] at YouTube Space NY in New York, NY, USA.

SILHOUETTE

After shooting the teaser photos for their special edition repackage at the beginning of the month, the members are asked to focus on anything and everything to be able to give their best vocal performance during promotions since they’ll be singing with very little backing track and they have a reputation as strong live singers to live up to. As the comeback is mainly marketed as a special gift to fans, there won’t be much additional promotion besides music shows. The members are also informed this month that Gold Star has arranged for them to hold a 19+ only concert, a first for idols and an attempt by the company to help market them as a step beyond typical idols to help their longevity as artists, at the start of the new year which they’ll begin rehearsing for next month.

Important dates:

October 5: Comeback teaser photo shoot.

October 25: Release of “Cleansing Cream” & Sixth Sense Special Repackaged Edition repackaged album, music show promotions continue through November 25.

ARIA

For the final month of Queendom, the group must prepare and release a new original song. They’ll be recording “Moonlight” in the first week of the month. In the second and third week, they’ll learn the choreography and attend fittings for the outfits they’ll be wearing. Full details of Queendom filming for this month can be found here. The members are also informed they’ll begin real comeback preparations next month and their next album will not include their finale song from Queendom.

Important dates:

October 1: Episode six of Queendom airs.

October 8: Episode seven of Queendom airs.

October 15: Episode eight of Queendom airs.

October 19: Stage outfit fittings.

October 22: Episode nine of Queendom airs.

October 29: Queendom episode ten live filming. (original song: “Moonlight”)

ORIGIN

As everyone expected, “On” was a success, even if not matching the massive hit they had on their hands last year with “Boy with Luv”, and the end of music show promotions comes on a high note. They’re done with new music releases and promotions for the year, but that doesn’t mean time to rest, as they’ve been chosen to become new ambassadors of FILA and have a promotional photo shoot and video to film that will be used to announce their new partnership.

Important dates:

October 18: End of music show promotions.

October 20: FILA photo shoot.

IMPULSE

PULS2 continues working on their debut, but after returning from Chuseok, all of the members of Impulse are tasked with beginning to rehearse for the end of the year fan meeting they’ll be holding. The themes of the fan meeting will be looking back on their debut and their relationship with their fans. Accordingly, they’ll be shooting a teaser photo for the fan meeting this month that remakes their debut teaser photo. They’ll also be in the dance studio refreshing themselves on some old songs and will be pulled aside to film interviews talking about how they look back on Who’s Next?: Origin Story, their debut, and their journey so far at this point in their careers that will be used for the VCRs of the fan meeting.

Important dates:

October 8: Fan meeting debut photo recreation teaser photo shoot.

↳ PULS2

Their debut is fast approaching next month, so on top of continued practice for their first stages as a unit, they’ll be in front of the camera a lot this month. Not only do they have to film the music video for their title track , but they also have to film short track films for each of the songs on the album. Teaser photo [2, 3] and fittings have to be fit in this month as well before the potential chaos of a Gold Star Media’s first ever sub-unit debut comes next month.

Important dates:

October 11: MV and stage outfit fittings.

October 17: Track films shoot.

October 19: Teaser photo [2, 3] shoot.

October 20: “Focus On Me” MV filming.

FUSE

After their extended Chuseok break comes to an end, the members of Fuse return to group schedules without much on the books for this month. They’re still riding on the success of “Psycho”, as it’s too early to begin preparing another comeback and they won’t continue their tour for a couple more months. Instead, as the new year gets closer and closer, they’re tasked with shooting their Season’s Greetings for fans. For the upcoming year, the photo shoot is themed after each member posing with a stuffed animal representing them (admin note: muns may choose what animal is assigned to represent their muse, but there shouldn’t be any overlap between members!).

Important dates:

October 3-6: Extended Chuseok break.

October 19: Season’s Greetings shoot.

ELEMENT

Element’s schedules slow down again as the weather begins to turn cold with no promise of when their next comeback will happen. While the company is fielding any songs submitted with creative involvement by the members, they also do continue to look to outside and in-house producers despite the rarity of existing songs written for co-ed groups. In the meantime, the company has arranged for them to collaborate with a popular dance cover group in videos for both Element’s Youtube channel as well as the dance cover team’s Youtube channel for a joint dance performance of “Dumb Litty”.

Important dates:

October 12: “Dumb Litty” dance cover crew collab [2] [3] filming.

FEMME FATALE

The time has come for the members to hold their first ever fan meeting (where they’ll be performing their assigned solo stages they’ve been rehearsing)..Compared to other months this year, October is more relaxed outside of the practice they have to keep up with ahead of the fan meeting.

Important dates:

October 24: Private Stage fan meeting at Olympic Hall in Seoul.

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