#( replies : joe jonas. )

[infamykehlani]

my favorite jonas, don't tell your brothers i sad that. what's up? i saw you riding down new york pushing your brothers in some sort of wagon thingy. y'all are so unserious and i love it. @jcnas

[outerspace-castaway]

Since April, the children have been with Sophie Turner in England. The children with Joe Jonas since August. There are documents that the children have to return to England when Sophie finishes filming, the filming ended last week it seems and he does not allow the children to return home to England and took their passports, this is kidnapping. I hope that since Sophie is in New York, the children now live with her.. That's why people want Joe to return the children to their mother and stop the dirty slander campaign, so that he is decent, not a disgusting person.

little anonymous coward i really hope you see this.

THE CHILDREN ARE WITH SOPHIE RIGHT NOW. joe did not kidnap his own children and sophie CANNOT take them back to england bc of a court order. once it is resolved in court she will by law be allowed to take them out of the country. no parent can take their children out of the country during a custody battle.

you cannot be this damn stupid. actually you are, you hatred for joe has made yall forget all common sense.

joe has already stated twice that he is not the one shit talking sophie, get that through you thick fucking skull.

i dont know what the fucking is wrong with you people but get your fucking shit together and get the fuck out of joe and sophie's business.

[browncesario]

Can you rank the assorted hairstyles of Joe Jonas for us?

i made a working list from memory but collecting photos i didn't already have on hand was way too hard anyway here is a tier list that is non exhaustive but fairly comprehensive

OVERALL WINNER: 2018 medium curly

TIERS

god tier: curly long front (2019), performance emo (late 2007/early 2008) and the government assigned kin (2015)

good tier: original recipe curly (2009), pandemic pink (2020), and the "i didn't feel like picking up the flat iron today" (2007/8)

mid tier:neo curly tiktok man (2023), "zayn malik stole my girlfriend" (2016), and (due to cultural context points) the joehawk (2006),

bad tier: the tyler oakley (2016), the hipster normie (2010), and the herb alpert (2022)

garbage tier: transitional era flat ironed long (2008), slicked back beard (2017), early 20s breakdown shaved head (2013)

OVERALL LOSER: you can take the man out of new jersey but you can't take new jersey out of the man (2021)

Research limitations:

i skipped all the ones that were him going to a hairstylist and saying "make me look like an anime character" because there was too much variation and it would've had to have been it's whole category. 2012 medium curly is also its own thing, but it's a conglomeration of 2018 and 2009 curly. also the entirety of early 2007 is omitted, once again due to the vast variance. maybe one day i'll do a truly comprehensive google doc.

[eddiediaaz]

#considering i'm flying to new york to see the jonas brothers in 2 weeks i'd say yes

bestie let me tell you you are a fortunate soul and also omg the jonas brothers? I was definitely obsessed with them as well. If only their new world tour was actually a WORLD tour, I'd be all over those tickets in a hot second

dfskjfdbsds they just announced new dates yesterday, have you seen them? it's mostly more north america + australia and europe buuut it's a start haha

they've also added a date to my own city but oh well, i'm going to new york anyway! i'm definitely fortunate to have a job that lets me afford this yes, it's gonna be fun!

[infamyavamax]

My favorite Jonas brother in the beginning days of the bad. I guess it was this crush I had on you, but you're all amazing, promise! I've been listening to it then, now and your solo work is also amazing as well as DNCE. Now, I'm going to have to collab with you one day, please and thank you.

@jcnas

[famelocke]

That sounds amazing and I imagine so many would love to do such then. We are, yes. We listen to Jonas Brothers, DNCE and your solo work as well as Nick's. You're so welcome, you'll always have our support. I believe it, was this your first time doing such? Yup, we're excited about it and I also have something lined up for after. I can't either, honestly. I'm so passionate about this project.

Yeah, exactly that -- it's fun being in the director's chair for a music video, because you get to actually visualize the song the way you did when you wrote it (at least, in my experience). You and your boyfriend are fans? Hell yeah, I love that. The support means the world. I've been playing it cool, but releasing a solo album has been super nervewracking in a lot of ways. Hey, you started filming! That's dope. I can't wait 'til you can share more.

[merrybloomwrites]

When The Wolves Come Out (Chapter 2)

Story Summary: When Y/N gets hired to play drums for One Direction, the last thing she expects is to find herself as part of their pack. Especially since it seems that they don’t want her there. Only time will tell if they’ll accept her, or if the omega will have to deal with rejection from the others.

Chapter Summary: Y/N heads to London to start her new job, and receives a less than warm welcome.

Previous chapters: One

Word Count: 1.8K

Tags/CW: omega verse, omega reader, alpha Harry, alpha Zayn, alpha Louis, beta Niall, beta Liam, poly, scenting, Simon Cowell (is this just a tag, or a warning?) , Jonas Brothers

AN: Two chapters in two days? Insane. Honestly I started this weeks ago, got stuck, then wrote a bit making fun of Newark Airport and that got me back in it. Probably going to be longer before chapter 3 is up, but hopefully not too long!

These first 2 chapters are kind of background/exposition, the next chapter should have a lot more interaction between reader and the others!

Enjoy!

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You check your packing list one last time, ensuring that you have everything you need in order to fly out to London.

It’s weird, knowing that in just a few hours you’ll be on a red eye flight by yourself to travel to Europe for a new job. Traveling isn’t new to you, but you’ve always been with your pack.

Growing up next door to the Jonas family had shaped your life in ways your parents never would have expected. First, your two families had merged to form one pack together, essentially giving you brothers when you were an only child.

Kevin, Joe, and Nick had always loved music. And hearing them play it constantly got you involved as well. Which is why you had picked up drumsticks as a child and never put them down.

Your life was exciting, so different from all of your peers. You were only a child when you all started touring. It was little places at first: malls, parks, high schools. And then the venues got bigger, as did the crowds.

And then it all came crashing down. You don’t blame Nick for breaking up the band, not really. He was a kid when it started, and you could see he was completely burnt out. But you still would’ve appreciated some warning first.

Luckily it didn’t take too long for you to get a new job. Surprisingly, it had practically fallen in your lap. Word that you were available had apparently made its way through the music-world grapevine, all the way back to those in charge of hiring band members for One Direction.

Accepting the offer had been a no-brainer. It was only after you’d signed the contract that you paused to wonder what you’d gotten yourself into. Looking at the history, you’re the first girl to ever be in their band. And you can’t see a record of there ever being an omega either. Of course, they could have lied to hide it, but based on the way the music industry works, you’re pretty sure what you see is the truth.

You admit that your situation is unique, and that if you hadn’t been family, and pack with the Jonas Brothers, you probably never would have made it in the music world. People just don’t hire omegas, and that was that.

But for some reason, you now get to prove yourself even more. You hope that by going out there and succeeding in this, you can at least start changing how omegas are viewed.

Before you can get lost in your spiral of thoughts, your mom pops into your room.

“Kevin is here,” she says.

“Ok, can you send him up please?” You ask.

“Will do,” she replies.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself to say goodbye to one of your closest friends. You’d already seen Nick and Joe, and that had been hard enough.

“Hey kid,” Kevin says as he walks in, bringing his calming scent with him. He sits next to you on the bed, and you’re both quiet for a moment.

“How are you feeling?” He asks.

“Anxious. Excited. Little scared, little happy.”

“So just everything at once,” he sums up.

“Pretty much,” you reply.

“You’re going to do amazing, you know that, right?”

You turn to look at him, and you’re suddenly hit with overwhelming emotions. Sensing the distress in your scent, he holds you close, subtly scenting you. He technically shouldn’t, not now that your pack has broken up, but he can’t help it. Not after being an alpha in your life for years.

“You really think that?” You ask once you’ve gotten your emotions under control.

“Of course I do. You’re incredibly talented. And so smart. And a little bit mischievous, which used to drive me crazy, but I think it gives you the edge you need to survive in this industry. And I for one, cannot wait to see you shine on this tour.”

“Thank you,” you say as you turn to give him a hug, the embrace telling him all the words you can’t say.

“I brought you some scented clothes, just in case,” he says as you pull away. “Did Joe give you any?”

“Yea, he gave me a bag with some stuff yesterday.”

“Ok, good. I mentioned it, but I wasn’t sure he’d remember.”

“He did. And Nick gave me a stuffed animal to bring. Said even if he can’t scent things, he still wanted me to have something from him.”

“We’re all going to miss you,” Kevin says.

“I’m going to miss you too,” you reply.

“I should let you finish packing, your mom said you’re heading out soon.”

“Yea, about an hour till we need to leave.”

“Hey, have fun at Newark!”

“Oh, so fun, my favorite airport in the world,” you reply with an eye roll.

“Make sure you tuck and roll at drop off, cause god forbid the car come to a complete stop.”

“I can’t believe how many times we’ve been yelled at by those security guards for simply existing there.”

Kevin smiles and is quiet for another moment before saying, “Be safe, omega. And if you need anything, you call me. Doesn’t matter what it is or where you are.”

“I will.”

He pulls you in for another hug and you say your final goodbyes.

Once he’s gone you check that everything is packed, and before you know it you’re heading to the airport.

You’d washed off traces of Kevin’s scent, and sprayed on neutralizers to cover your own. You’re not exactly famous, but you’ve gained a decent following in the past years. If you get spotted in public while smelling like an alpha it could raise questions and lead to speculation. So while you hated washing away Kevin’s comforting scent, you know it’s for the best.

When you get there you say goodbye to your parents and head inside. It’s a surprisingly smooth travel experience, and before you know it, you’re landing in England. You head to the hotel to settle in, since your first meeting isn’t until the morning.

It’s tough waking up the next day, not yet used to the time change. But you’re excited to meet everyone and start this new adventure so you hurry to get ready.

Your first meeting is with Simon, the boss man, head honcho, and truthfully, you’re terrified. Part of you wishes you could put this off, but another part of you is happy to be getting it over with.

The hotel is in walking distance, and you’re grateful for the fresh air and exercise to help you center yourself before the day ahead.

You get to the building and show your ID to security. After confirming that you’re supposed to be there, you’re given a pass as well as directions on where to go.

One quick elevator ride and you find yourself in a well decorated lobby.

“Hello, welcome to Syco, I’m Amelia. You must be Y/N,” the receptionist says. “Mr. Cowell is finishing a phone call and then you’ll be able to go in. Do you need anything while you wait?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” you reply. She gestures to the chairs and you follow the unspoken direction, taking a seat on the edge of a chair.

Luckily it’s not too long of a wait, and a few minutes later Amelia is leading you down the hall. Before you know it, you’re sitting face to face with Simon Cowell.

He’s intimidating, but charismatic, and you get more comfortable as the meeting progresses. It’s mostly administrative information, schedules, rules, expectations. It’s going well, and you begin to wonder why you were so worried in the first place.

And then he says, “Now, let’s talk about your status.”

“My status?” You ask, confused.

“Yes. Your omega status. As I’m sure you know, we’ve never had an omega touring before. And I’m sure you also know Louis, Harry, and Zayn are all alphas.”

“Oh. Right, of course. I promise that my focus is on the job and the music, not on trying to find myself an alpha. I’ll be completely professional around them.”

“Actually, I’m looking for the opposite. It will be good for the boys to have an omega around. I want you spending time with them, being seen with them in public.”

With this new information you try your best to maintain a poker face. Is that why you’d gotten the job? To act as omega for them? To get them more publicity or some crap like that?

You should have seen it coming.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he says. “And no, we didn’t just hire you for this. You’re talented and experienced. But you being an omega is a perk. These boys have been by themselves for too long. I worry that they’re losing some of their instincts, never being around omegas. I’m just looking out for them. Do you understand?”

“I do.”

“I’m sure in your position you’re inclined to suppress your omega side. That’s what society tells you to do. But that’s not what I want you to do. Don’t hide it, embrace it. Now, let’s go meet the others,” Simon concludes.

So that’s how it will be. Simon dictates, and everyone listens, no discussion. Somewhat disappointing, but not entirely surprising. He stands, so you do too. You follow him out of the room and down the hallway to a conference room.

Opening the door, he announces “I’d like you all to meet your new drummer.”

You take a deep breath before entering the room. When you do, the five boys stand, and one by one they introduce themselves. They’re polite, but appear very reserved. You sense some hostility even, and it makes the hair on the back of your neck raise, a clear sign of your inner omegas anxiety.

The alphas shift uncomfortably, and even with your scent blockers, you know that they can sense your negative feelings. Clearly they can tell you’re distressed, but rather than doing anything to fix it, they all sit back at the table, putting distance between you and them. You sit as well, and Simon stands at the head of the table.

“A reminder boys, that you are expected to be welcoming to everyone on our team. Now, prep for tour begins tomorrow. I expect all of you at the rehearsal space at 8am. You’re dismissed.”

The others stand immediately, and as they leave you hear Louis say something about getting back home. It makes you feel like an outsider, like you’re trying to infiltrate somewhere you don’t belong.

As you stand to leave, Simon stops you and says, “See what I mean? They’re closed off, sticking amongst themselves. They don’t have any instincts when it comes to omegas. I’m worried about them.”

You study him for a moment, unsure of his sincerity. Part of you wants to leave, say no to being used this way. But you know this is too good of an opportunity to pass up.

So instead of quitting, you say, “I’ll do my best to help them.”

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AN: Thank you for reading! Please lmk if you’d like to be on the tag list!

[theemporium]

Hello my dear!!! So - I know your requests are closed for now, but I just had to tell you I am OBSESSED with your Danny Ric x Sunshine series, and I had a thought for once they’re open again… I know that Sunshine isn’t famous or anything, but what if she dated someone who was/is before she started dating Danny (ex. Joe Jonas)? Like maybe they were childhood sweethearts or something, and her ex shows up at the Miami GP as a musical guest or something and Danny goes FERAL and protective of Sunshine? I just think it would be so cute and fluffy 😍🥰

you are a cutie🥹thank you for requesting!!! i changed it a wee bit but i hope you enjoy! and sorry for making you wait so long🫶🏽

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It wasn’t unusual for there to be famous faces dotted around the garage during the race weekend. 

Daniel was used to it and, if he was being completely honest, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed seeing familiar faces around the paddock, talking and chatting with them and meeting new and old fans alike. He was a social butterfly and he thrived in these situations, even if some drivers found it a little distracting or stressful when they were trying to get on with their jobs. Usually, Daniel loved it.

Except when these celebrities couldn’t seem to catch the hint.

You were gorgeous. Hell, in the eyes of Daniel, you were the prettiest human to ever walk the goddamn Earth. He was obsessed with you. He worshipped the ground you walked on. You were his sun and his life revolved around you and your love. He pinched himself every day that you chose to be with him, to love him, to be his forever partner. 

However, it seemed one of Red Bull’s recent garage guests didn’t seem to catch the hint that you were not single nor were you ready to mingle.

If he was being honest, he didn’t know who the guy was. He had heard from a few team members that he was some big, upcoming actor that most of the world was going crazy for but Daniel didn’t care. He didn’t care if the man was the biggest name in the world. He was going after Daniel’s girl and he didn’t like that one bit. 

Most guests tended to stick to their guided tours or near the back so they were out of the team’s way, yet this actor seemed to have gravitated towards you. He had been blatant in his attempts with flirting and chatting with you, going as far as leaning on the table you were currently working on until it became near impossible to continue with your job. He could see the discomfort in your face, could see the way you were getting progressively more annoyed and, despite knowing you could handle yourself, the last thing he wanted was you to be on the frog page after punching the douche in the face (even if it would've been well-deserved in his eyes).

“Got a problem here, mate?” 

The man—his name was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t bring himself to care to remember—turned away from you to look at the approaching driver. “Hey, Daniel, right? Huge fan. You’ve got a great team here.”

“Yeah, the best of the best,” Daniel said as he slided in behind you, his hand resting on your shoulder as your body relaxed under his touch. “Sunshine here has the best brain you could ask for in Formula One.”

The man’s gaze slid back down to you, his lips twitching upwards in what you assumed was meant to be a charming smile. “So, your name is Sunshine?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but Daniel beat you to it.

“Ha no, I can call her Sunshine,” he said with a massive smile on your face, one that would leave the people around you and out of ear shot to believe this was a happy conversation. “You can mind your own fucking business.”

The man’s face immediately soured. “Excuse me?”

“You’re a guest, courtesy of Red Bull, and that is the only reason I’m not dragging your sorry ass out of the paddock,” Daniel continued, stepping a little closer so you were leaning back against him. “Now, you can leave now or you can sit in the back of the garage like a good dog and leave my girl alone to do her work. What’s it gonna be?”

“You can’t talk to me like that,” he insisted with a scoff. “Do you know who I am?”

“No, but I don’t really care. You’re on my turf right now, and what I say goes. If I don’t want you here, you’ll be gone with a snap of my fingers.” Daniel stated so casually, like his whole body wasn’t humming with the desire to just punch the guy in the face. “Piss off now.”

You had barely waited until he was gone before you spun around in your seat, looking up at him with an amused smile. “Are you taking lessons from Max or something? That felt very Mad Max-coded.”

Daniel rolled his eyes. “I was teaching him a lesson.” 

“No, you were jealous and it was hot,” you corrected with a grin as you reached towards him, your arms winding around his torso. “But thank you. I was two seconds away from throwing my laptop at his head.”

He laughed as he leaned down, hands gently holding your hair back as he kissed you. “Always here to be your knight in shining armour, Sunshine.”

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[cup-of-jonas]

Dates with Joe- Ice Cream Kisses 🍨#4

✨Masterlist✨

Ice Cream Kisses - Joe Jonas

The summer air was warm but forgiving, softened by a light breeze that stirred the edges of their shirts and fluttered the napkins on the table. The pastel-painted ice cream boutique behind them was a hidden gem they’d stumbled upon—one of those places that felt like it belonged in a movie, where time moved a little slower and things tasted a little sweeter.

The summer air wrapped around them like a warm hug, golden light pouring over the sleepy boardwalk and making everything feel a little more cinematic than real. They had stumbled upon the little ice cream shop by accident and pastel walls, beachy music, and a chalkboard menu scribbled with names like Mint to Be and Love You Berry Much.

She ordered raspberry chocolate chunk in a cone. He got chocolate chip in a bowl with a playful shrug. “I’m a bowl guy. It’s less risky. No melting chaos.”

“You’re missing half the fun,” she teased.

They were tucked at a small round table under a striped umbrella, nestled in a courtyard behind the shop. The iron chairs squeaked when they shifted, and the planter next to them overflowed with lavender and daisies. It was quiet except for a few passing cars and the far-off sound of waves. Their cozy little table was tucked in a shaded courtyard behind the shop, surrounded by flower planters and fairy lights just starting to glow in the early evening.

Joe took a big bite of his ice cream and made an exaggerated face of satisfaction. “Oh man. I would fight someone for this.”

She laughed. “It’s that good?”

He nodded, a little dramatic. “Like Grammy-worthy. For desserts.”

She giggled, cradling her cone of raspberry chocolate chunk. “Even better than texting me back?”

“Hmm. It’s a close tie,” he teased, then added, more softly, “But I’m really glad I did.”

“Can I try some?” She smiled.

“Say please,” he said with a cheeky grin.

Instead, she reached her spoon into his bowl without hesitation. “Please is implied.”

“Manners? Gone,” he teased, then held out a bite for her. She tasted it and closed her eyes briefly.

“Okay, fine. That’s pretty amazing.”

He gestured to her cone. “Your turn. Hand it over.”

She broke off a corner of her cone with a bit of raspberry chocolate chunk and fed it to him, giggling as a flake of cone crunched between his teeth.

Joe took the bite, pretending to be reverent. “Wow. Yours tastes like a Nicholas Sparks book in the form ice cream.” He smiled.

She laughed . “That’s accurate!”

They kept going back and forth, passing bites and asking questions, their legs brushing under the table.

“What were you like as a kid?” she asked.

“Loud. Imaginative. Constantly putting on shows,” he replied. “What about you?”

“Shy. But secretly dramatic in my head.”

Joe grinned. “Still are, I bet.”

“Sometimes.” She said moving her hair behind one ear.

As Joe leaned back in his chair and made a face at his half-melted bowl, trying to scoop the last good bite, she couldn’t help but smile at how completely him he looked. Laid-back. Effortlessly charming. Hair a little messy from the breeze.

She grabbed her phone off the table and snapped a picture of Joe mid bite before he noticed.

He froze. “Wait, did you just take a picture of me with a spoon hanging out of my mouth?” He laughed

“Yes and you look absolutely adorable. It might need to be your next album cover.” She laughed.

He laughed. “Was it at least a good angle?”

“You looked adorable. Like a golden retriever in human form.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. But only if you send it to me.”

She blushed slightly, pretending to look busy with her cone. “Maybe I will.”

He leaned in, voice lower, flirty. “I’d trade you for a selfie later. Or an another date as fun as this one.”

Her heart flipped at the ease of it. He looked at her like he already knew this was going somewhere further. Joe set down his bowl of chocolate chip ice cream, grinning like a kid at recess. “Okay, not to be dramatic, but this is probably the best decision I’ve made all week. I love going on dates with you and I would like to continue to.” He added.

“Can you live with that?” She giggled.

“I can live with that,” he said, resting his elbow on the table and looking at her like she was the only thing that mattered right now.

They talked between bites, sharing old stories and laughing at things they never expected to say out loud.

A little while later, he leaned back in his chair, eyes full of mischief. “Okay, serious question. If you could have a superpower that only worked on Thursdays… what would it be?”

She blinked. “Only Thursdays?”

“Teleportation,” she said instantly. “To skip traffic. Or just show up somewhere romantic without warning.”

He looked impressed. “A woman after my own heart.”

“What about you?”

“I’d want to freeze time,” he said, looking at her. “On days like this.”

She felt her cheeks warm and looked down at her cone, smiling. “That’s a good one.”

Joe reached across the table and gently wiped a smear of pink ice cream from the corner of her lip with his thumb. His touch lingered just long enough for her to forget how to breathe.

“You’re really cute, you know that?” he said.

She glanced up at him through her lashes. “I was just thinking the same about you.”

He stood slowly and walked around to her side of the table, hand outstretched. “Come here you!”

Her heart jumped as she took his hand and stood. He didn’t let go.

With the sun soft behind him and his hair catching just a little breeze, Joe leaned in close. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you since you fed me that first bite.”

She smiled. “What took you so long?”

He learned in and kissed her right there, slow and warm and sweet—like chocolate chip and raspberries and every good thing about summer. One hand stayed at her waist, the other curled around the back of her neck. She melted into it, into him, into everything that felt a little too perfect to be real.

When they finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead to hers and whispered, “Ice cream kisses on a summer afternoon. Kinda hard to beat.”

She laughed breathlessly. “Ummm right and I’m keeping that line.”

He smiled. “It’s all yours.”

And when they sat back down, a little closer this time, their empty bowls and sticky spoons told the story: two flavors, one perfect memory, and a whole summer waiting to be written.

[drummerboi-ash]

I'd trust you more than most, honestly. Knowing you've been through it before. I know the guys are going to be sick of me before we even come back, because I'll still be annoying their asses. They can't get rid of me that easily! I know they aren't exactly biological brothers, but when you've been a group as long as we have, it sure starts to feel like it.

not the norm for people in bands with their brothers, too... but that's only because when when we took a break, there wasn't a chance to miss them since i saw their asses all the time anyways. sick stuff on the solo stuff, man. you're going to kill that scene and i know things suck right now being away from the boys but all this time will make that reunion sweeter, trust me.

[laurenschaenzer]

Two Truths One Lie……. And a Surprise

The set was alive with excitement, the bright lights casting a glow as the crew made final adjustments. Amanda stood confidently in front of the camera, smiling at the viewers.

“Hey everyone, welcome back to another Smosh video!” Amanda called, giving a playful wave. “Today, we’ve got something super fun planned. We’re playing Two Truths, One Lie with Spenser and (Y/N), but here’s the twist—if the person guessing gets it wrong, they get sprayed with a water gun! And if they guess right, they get to spray the person who asked the question. It’s all about the laughs and the surprises, so get ready for some chaos!”

The camera zoomed out, showing Spenser and (Y/N) seated across from each other at a table, grinning with playful tension in the air. Angela, Tommy, and Amanda sat nearby, ready for the madness to unfold.

Spenser was practically buzzing with energy. “Alright, I’m ready. Let’s get this over with,” he said, leaning back and crossing his arms with a smug grin.

(Y/N) smirked back, clearly excited. “You’ll be fine… until you guess wrong,” she teased.

Amanda gave a quick nod to the camera. “Alright, let’s jump right in. You guys know the rules—let’s get started.”

(Y/N) went first. She leaned forward, her eyes glinting with mischief as she set the stage for her turn. “Okay, here we go. One: I once met Joe Jonas in an elevator. Two: I’ve never broken a bone. Three: I hate pickles.”

Spenser squinted at her, clearly thinking hard about it. “Hmm, I’m gonna guess the pickles one is the lie. No one hates pickles, that’s just… wrong.”

“Is that your final answer?” (Y/N) asked, a grin tugging at her lips.

“Yep. No one can hate pickles,” Spenser replied confidently.

(Y/N) didn’t say a word. Instead, she reached for the water gun that was sitting nearby and aimed it directly at him.

“WHAT?!” Spenser sputtered, wiping his face.

(Y/N) grinned mischievously. “Yep, I hate pickles. Always have.”

“Well, that’s a plot twist,” Spenser said, laughing through his wet facial hair. “Alright, my turn now. Let’s see if I can get you back.”

Spenser wasn’t going to go down without a fight. “Alright, here we go. One: I once got locked in a bathroom at a concert. Two: I’ve never had a cavity. Three: I’m allergic to cats.”

(Y/N) gave him a skeptical look, clearly thinking it over. “Okay, I’m going to guess that your allergic to cats—that’s the lie.”

Spenser raised an eyebrow. “You’re sure about that?”

“Yep,” she said confidently. “You can’t be allergic to cats you’ve hung out with mine.

“Well, you’re wrong!” Spenser declared with a grin. “I have had plenty of cavities, my friend.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in surprise. “No way! How have I never known that?”

Spenser smirked. “I guess I just keep it under wraps and also I take medication.”

“Alright, time for payback,” Spenser said, grabbing the water gun and spraying (y/n) with a quick shot. The mist of water left him laughing as she wiped her face.

“Guess I walked right into that one,” she chuckled.

Moving on to (Y/N)’s final round:

Now, it was (Y/N)’s turn. She felt a wave of nervous energy sweep over her as she prepared for the final round—the moment that would change everything. This wasn’t just any regular round. It was the one where she would reveal their biggest secret, the secret that had stayed hidden for over a year.

With a deep breath, (Y/N) began, “Alright, here we go. One: I have a fear of clowns. Two: I’ve been to Paris. And three: I’m pregnant.”

The room went eerily silent. Spenser blinked, his mind racing. He looked at her, his brows furrowed, trying to figure it out.

“Pregnant? Nah, that’s gotta be the lie,” he said after a long pause, his voice laced with disbelief. “That’s… too big to just throw out there like that.”

(Y/N) didn’t say anything. Instead, she slowly reached down beneath the table, her heart pounding as she grabbed the pregnancy test she had hidden there.

Just as Spenser’s smile grew wider, confident in his guess, (Y/N) quickly grabbed the water gun and sprayed him square in the face, making him sputter. He wiped his eyes, shocked .

“You really sprayed me? Again?” he laughed, his eyes a little wide from the surprise.

(Y/N) took a deep breath, her heart racing, and calmly pulled out the pregnancy test. “I’m serious, Spenser,” she said, holding the test up for him to see.

The blue line was unmistakable. There was no denying it.

“Wait… wait—WHAT?!” Spenser shouted, eyes bulging in complete disbelief. He looked from the test to (Y/N), his voice trembling. “No way. You’re pregnant?”

Angela’s chair scraped loudly against the floor as she shot up, her hands flying to her mouth. “OH MY GOD,” she screamed, her eyes wide. “No freaking way!”

Tommy’s eyes went comically wide, and his jaw dropped. He stood up so quickly that he knocked over his chair. “ARE YOU SERIOUS?! This is insane!” He was practically shouting in excitement, not sure how to process the news.

Amanda, who had been trying to hold it together, stood frozen, mouth agape. “I… I don’t know what to say!” she gasped, clearly in shock. She blinked rapidly, as if trying to process the revelation. “This… is huge!”

What the—?” Spenser blinked, the realization dawning on him. He looked at (Y/N), his mouth hanging open as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“That’s… that’s real?” Spenser’s voice cracked, and (Y/N) nodded, still smiling, but now with a softness in her expression that she hadn’t shown before.

Angela and Amanda exchanged shocked looks, while Tommy let out a low whistle. “That’s a plot twist I didn’t see coming,” he murmured under his breath.

(Y/N) turned to the camera, finally breaking the news to the world. “Well, I guess we’re letting the world in on our little secret. We’ve been dating for over a year now, and yes… I’m pregnant. And yes, I’m pretty sure Spenser’s going to need a few minutes to process all this.”

(Y/N) smiled softly, her nervousness melting away. “Yeah, we’re going to be parents.”

Angela, still in shock, stumbled backward, barely catching herself on her chair. “I’m literally falling out of my chair, you two!” she cried, laughing and covering her face. “How did we not know?!”

Tommy screamed again, clapping his hands. “This is wild! You’re going to be parents! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!”

Amanda finally took a step forward, her voice trembling. “I’m just… I’m so happy for you both,” she said, her eyes welling up. “This is such amazing news!”

Spenser was still looking at (Y/N) in disbelief, shaking his head in awe. “I can’t believe it. I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, his eyes softened, and he gently pulled her into a hug. “We’re going to be parents,” he said, his voice full of emotion.

The crew surrounded them, laughing, cheering, and still processing the massive surprise. What started as a simple game had turned into a moment that would change their lives forever.

As the room continued buzzing with excitement, Spenser looked at (Y/N), still in a state of shock and awe. His hand gently brushed hers, and he gave her a look that was a mixture of disbelief and overwhelming love.

Spenser took a deep breath, still trying to process everything that had just unfolded.

“I can’t believe this… we’re going to be parents,” he whispered, his voice full of emotion.

(Y/N) smiled softly, her heart full as she met his gaze. “I know. It’s crazy, right?”

He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. Slowly, he cupped her face with one hand, his thumb gently grazing her cheek. There was a moment of quiet between them, the world around them disappearing for just a few seconds.

Then, without saying another word, Spenser leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a gentle, sweet kiss. The kiss was soft but full of so much emotion—relief, joy, and the realization that their lives were about to change forever.

[haileyholland]

it's gonna be my whole vibe from now on. "and scene"—that's it, game over. nothing else even matters after that. seriously though, olivia benson is the ultimate mother, period. name a female lead who slays as hard as she does, i dare you. oh, i know... sonny is just... mc steamy.

go for it. make it your whole thing the second you turn off whatever you're doing. listen, okay? there are some people out there that prefer other versions more and i'm not saying their taste is shit because those are still solid but there's only one goat. that's a dreamy mfer.

[foolishmortalmuses]

I'm Kacy! I'm 30 and use she/her pronouns. My timezone is EST. If you're interested in interacting, please be over the age of 21. This is what I'm comfortable with, so please respect that. All of the muses I write have real life faces to them. I do not write with those who use cartoons or drawings. It's just not something that I'm comfortable with and I'm sorry if this is a dealbreaker for you. I typically write anywhere from 1 paragraph or 2 and up. It all depends on the vibe and what I'm doing in that moment. I work in an office, so most of the time, I can get replies in with at least a paragraph or two. I write in third person, past tense. I will not write with someone who writes in first person, it's just a preference. I only write on discord, so please keep that in mind when reaching out. Some faces I want to write AGAINST: Nick Jonas, Luke Newton, Andy Biersack, Spencer Charnas, Logan Henderson, JDM, Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Tom Hiddleston, RDJ, Harry Styles, Bill Skarsgard, Hayden Christensen, Joe Keery, Jonah Hauer-King, Dacre Montgomery, Demi Lovato, Rhea Ripley, Travis Kelce, Seth Rollins, Jon Moxley, Seth Edeen, Tyler Seguin. Faces I will USE: Alexa Bliss, Caylee Cowan, Demi Lovato, Josephine Langford, Gracie Gillam, Grace Van Dien, Kathryn Newton, Barbie Ferreira, Chris Evans, Logan Henderson, Sydney Sweeney, Joe Jonas. I'm open to others, as long as I am comfortable with using them and know who they are. Fandoms I will write: Glee, One Tree Hill, Degrassi, The Walking Dead, Stranger Things, Reality TV, Fire Country, Grey's Anatomy, but I'm looking for fandomless things right now. Plots/Themes I enjoy writing: Mafia, Angst, Horror. I have very few triggers, so I'm always up for discussing those as well as your own. We can plot some messy things and I would love you forever for it.

RULES. MUSES. WANTED PLOTS.

If you're interested in plotting, feel free to message me and I will get back to you from there. Talk to you soon!!

[msmorningstaarr]

Hello lovely!

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

Always enjoy seeing you on my feed. Hope you have a wonderful day.

Hey wonderful! Thank you for this 💟

Although this is my first fanfic published here, I used to publish stuff on blogger back in 2011-2015 (how old am I lol) but all of these old stories were published in my native language, aka, Brazilian Portuguese! So I’ll add them to my rating here and speak briefly about them.



#5: State of Grace (Demi LovatoxJoe Jonas; minor!Demi LovatoxIan Somerhalder) (I was a true Jemi stan 💀)

Summary: after being abandoned in the altar, Demi moves on with life, recovering the pieces of her broken heart. But once her life is back on track, her ex fiancé returns to their city, bringing back to life unsolved feelings.

#4: Love by Contract (Demi LovatoxJoe Jonas) (oh my if I only knew the cringe I would feel thinking about this pairing)

Summary: Demi is a architecture student, broke and drowned in debts who got recently fired from her job at a big construction company after her boss passed away. Close to drop college and go back to her home town live with her parents, Joe, her eldest boss’s son, presents on her life with a life changing proposal: a contract marriage.

My top 3!!

#3: Breath of Flame (Female Targaryen!OCxRhaegar Targaryen)

Summary: Born from the ashes of Summerhall, the twins Rhaena and Rhaegar carried the same face, but different bodies and minds. Rhaegar carried the ashes and Rhaenyra carried all the fire on her heart. The twins were promised to marry each other as any Targaryen, but the Princess does not accept her fate and shows what can happen if you wake the Dragon.

#2: The Rogue Princess (Female Targaryen!OCxOberyn Martell)

(This is an alternate version of ‘Breath of Flame’ where Princess Rhaena marries Oberyn instead of her brother)

Summary: Princess Rhaena falls in love with the bewitching dornish prince of Dorne, Oberyn Martell at the tourney of Lannisport. In him, she sees a new hope to escape the imminent and apparently inevitable wedding to her brother, Prince Rhaegar and the out of line behaviour on her father’s part. What could happen?

My #1 couldn’t be different: Holy and Heathen (Female Hightower!OCxOberyn Martell)

Summary: Lady Melara Hightower is sent to serve the Faith of the Seven as a Septa, but her destiny is swiftly changed after her father obliges her to leave her training and marry the heir of Sunspear: prince Oberyn Martell.

Wow. That was so fun to do. It’s been years since I haven’t read any of my old fanfics and felt really good to see my development in all the languages I speak/write. Thanks again for this opportunity beautiful 💟💟

[romeestr]

just wait until i'm feeling refreshed enough to exact my revenge... and trust me, it'll be something far more memorable than loud music.

you're hungover? huh, interesting. suddenly, i feel the need to be extremely loud.

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