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closer | j.w.y

pairing: foxhybrid!Wooyoung x f!reader ( ft. husband!Hongjoong)

♡₊˚ inspired by one of my fave fics by @kitten4sannie ( Spilled Milk is an all time favourite of mine, hybrid!woo is so hard not to write about)

summary: It was supposed to be just for a while but even then, when your next-door neighbor had asked you and your husband to look after his fox hybrid, Wooyoung, you had found yourself being fond of his red fluffy fox ears and his playfulness. But when your neighbor got a better job opportunity abroad, you and your husband weren’t able to say no to letting the lovable and loyal hybrid into your home and your lives. The thing is, this fox hybrid was particularly fond of his new owners wife. He couldn’t help it.

wc: 10.5k (kinda proofread but too many words brain hort, sorry for errors :< )

cw: hybrid AU, smut, foxhybrid!wooyoung, afab and wife!reader, pregnancy, mommy kink, dubcon-ish ( consent is very important guys), lactation kink, cream pie ( wrap it before you tap it please), husband!Hongjoong, breeding kink, somnophillia, subby!Woo, pregnancy hormones, Woo goes into rut, handjob, fingering, cunnilingus, oral, dom!hongjoong ( cause yes)

REMINDER : my works do not represent the irl members in any way, this is purely a work of FICTION.

a/n: hello so it’s been awhile! This is definitely not one of my best works but I had brainrot...l I'm not yet fully back but will slowly post from time to time. I know this is a random post that's not related to trainings wheels or swm but ahh I just really wanted to write this. I hope you guys will enjoy this as it was something I wanted to write to take a break from sway with me. This took me 3 months since I was so busy. sorry for being ia guys! I'm still here I swear!

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It was supposed to be temporary.

It was supposed to be just for a while but even then, when your next-door neighbor had asked you and your husband to look after his fox hybrid, Wooyoung, you had found yourself being fond of his red fluffy fox ears and his playfulness. You were okay with having Wooyoung around for a month and having him stay with you for when his owner was away for business trips. But then when your neighbor had gotten a better job opportunity abroad and had asked you and Hongjoong to take in his loyal friend and hybrid, you had found yourself reluctant but it was so hard to say no when Wooyoung himself had said that he’d want to be with you and your husband.

Eventually, Wooyoung was fully moved in and slowly became a part of your and Hongjoong’s lives, forming a little unit.

At-home movie nights with your husband now included the energetic and affectionate hybrid, walks in the park too, and even though he had his own room, he would sometimes sneak into the master bedroom to lie next to you, sandwiching you between him and Hongjoong. In fact, it was your husband who was more than happy to take in Wooyoung so that you wouldn’t be alone when he’s at work and that you’d have a companion for when you go out.

“I swear, I think he likes you more than me.” Hongjoong chuckled as he was fixing his tie.

“I’m sure he loves us both equally, Joong.” You told him, still on the bed and watching him get ready to go to work.

“I’d beg to differ, darling. He’s more clingy with you.” Hongjoong met your eyes through the mirror. “More touchy too.”

“He’s very affectionate and he loves getting scratched behind his cute ears.”

You still didn’t believe that Wooyoung had favorites.

Throwing off the covers and getting up, you began to make the bed, unaware of your husband’s wandering eyes drinking in your form in your silk lingerie sleepwear. The camisole top and short shorts were a new set he hasn’t seen before til last night when you got into bed after he had fucked you into the mattress, a cute moaning mess beneath him.

“But you’re less lonely with him around right?” He asked, continuing to ogle his darling wife.

“I guess I am…”

“And I’m a little jealous he gets to spend all day with you.” Hongjoong walked over to you, standing behind you as you were slightly bent over readjusting the comforter and pillows. He gripped your hips and pulled your ass against his groin so suddenly. “Maybe he’s so affectionate with you because he likes you?”

“Joong!” You squeaked at the sudden tug at your hips, your body growing warm the moment he pressed you against him. “Y-you’re being silly!”

“Am I?” He smirked, enjoying your fluster and meek movements to stop him from getting handsy. “He’s a male fox hybrid, darling. He doesn’t even have other female hybrid friends and even when he sees one, he’s disinterested. I think…,” he wrapped his arm around your waist pressing your back against his body while his other hand groped the flesh of your ass. “Our Wooyoungie has a crush on mommy.”

Your face flushed at the way his voice dipped when he said that.

“J-joong you need to go to work,” you stifled a moan when he grabbed your breast and gave it a teasing squeeze. “D-don’t want you to be late.”

“Mhm…” he hummed against your ear, unable to keep his hands off of you, a hand snaking its way into your shorts, happy to find that you weren’t wearing any panties. “I think I can make my wife cum once before I leave without getting late.”

Hongjoong’s desire to touch you this early in the morning only grew the moment his fingers dipped between your slit to find that you were already wet and ready for him. Oh, how he loved the way your body reacted to him.

“Plus, the more we do it. The higher the chances of us having a baby, right?” He began to kiss and suck at that sensitive spot on your neck, your hips grinding down into his hand on their own.

Wooyoung had fallen asleep on the couch last night and had woken up wrapped in his favorite blanket that you had gotten him when you and Hongjoong decided to take him into your shared home and lives. He rubbed his eyes as he saw Hongjoong walk out of the hall, slipping on his blazer with his briefcase in one hand.

“Morning, Woo.” Hongjoong smiled at him, the nickname making his fox ears perk up. “Behave while I’m at work, okay?”

Wooyoung with sleep in his eyes, nodded.

“As usual, take care of Y/N too. Don’t give her too much trouble.”

He nodded again, watching the man grab the keys to his car and check himself in the mirror by the apartment door.

Wooyoung’s nose twitched as he came to his senses, noticing that your scent was all over Hongjoong this morning. His ears dropped as he knew what that meant…he wasn’t dumb. Was it silly that he had a crush on you? Did Hongjoong know he did?

Before Hongjoong left, he gave Wooyoung a gentle pat on the head and said, “I’ll be home later.”

Back then he didn’t like it when you and Hongjoong were apart. It had felt like the newfound connection he had with the two of you was incomplete but now he didn’t mind it at all, especially since he spent more time with you and had a preference for you. His hybrid instincts saw Hongjoong as the disciplinary figure and a provider for you and him while you were the figure of nurture and love. You were the one he could cuddle and snuggle to, the one whom he could get physical affection from. He wasn’t sure when his crush on you started but he believed it was when his former owner left him under your and Hongjoong’s care for the first time.

Getting up, he padded his way to the master bedroom, your scent becoming stronger and stronger as he neared.

He peeked his head by the open door, not wanting to disturb you if you were doing anything like your morning skincare routine or getting dressed. His fox ears dropped a little as he saw that the bed was unmade and you were lying down, under the comforter, asleep.

Were you not feeling well?

Wooyoung quietly moved closer and carefully knelt on the bed, his knee dipping into the mattress. He glanced at your peacefully sleeping face, making sure he hadn’t disturbed you before continuing to crawl next to you, wanting to be close.

Gently taking your hand that was on your stomach, he laid his head there and placed it on his head, near his fox ears, letting you know somehow that he was with you.

“Mhm…” the soft hum came from you and Wooyoung's ears twitched excitedly at the sound. When he felt your fingers brush against his ears, a shiver went down his spine and he couldn’t stop the way his head rubbed on your tummy. “Good morning, Woo.” You greeted him sleepily, feeling his soft furry ears and beginning to languidly play with his hair and scratch that spot behind his ear that made his bushy and fluffy red tail wag uncontrollably.

“Morning…” Wooyoung softly smiled to himself, enjoying your touch and your warmth. He could smell Hongjoong’s scent off of you…the mixed scent of you and him that he’d get a whiff of when he woke up in the middle of the night and heard muffled moans and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin.

Wooyoung wanted to scent you too…

“Thank you for the blanket.” Wooyoung purred, enjoying the way you caressed and touched him.

If he asked would you let him?

“Didn’t want to wake you. You were sleeping so peacefully but I didn’t want you to get cold.” You chuckled. “You didn’t feel cold?”

Wooyoung shook his head.

“That’s good.”

A beat of silence passed and Wooyoung couldn’t help but say…

“I can smell Hongjoong all over you…are you still trying for a baby?”

His question made heat bloom in your cheeks and your eyes fluttered open, seeing the top of Wooyoung’s bright red hair and his pretty pointed fox ears.

“Y-yeah…we’re still trying…. it's been three months since…I haven’t taken a pregnancy test yet though.”

Wooyoung could tell you were anxious. “But you’re starting to smell different lately…still you but more sweet. Like candy!” His ears perked up and you couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable the handsome hybrid was. “Maybe there’s a baby already.”

“Well, I’ll just have to muster the courage to take a test soon.”

Wooyoung nodded.

The two of you cuddled and basked in the slow morning of that day. The fox hybrid was burrowing feelings of envy that Hongjoong was going to have a baby with you…his sense of smell doesn’t lie. If a baby came into the picture, what of him then? Usually, most hybrids are given up because a baby has entered their owners' lives…will you give him up too?

Wooyoung tried to ignore those feelings of abandonment, telling himself that you would never let him go, and went about the day as usual. He accompanied you to the grocery store and helped around in the kitchen, you’d lightly smack his hand when he would try to steal the chocolate chips you were putting in the cookie batter.

A week passed and the particular day where you and Hongjoong were both out and he was left alone in the apartment, was the day that you had found out that you were pregnant. The two of you returned and happily shared the news with him, and Wooyoung was genuinely happy for both of you as well as a little scared for what the future holds.

One sunset evening, you were snuggled into Hongjoong’s side watching a movie while Wooyoung had his head on your lap. The movie wasn’t anything serious, it was light-hearted and romantic. Wooyoung didn’t really pay attention because he was enjoying the way you were playing with his hair and caressing his fox ears.

“Oh, Woo, I forgot to ask…Seonghwa reminded me to ask you if you have a mate? Apparently, you’ll be going into a rut soon.” Hongjoong spoke nonchalantly.

Wooyoung’s cheeks grew hot at the question. “N-no I don’t have a mate…”

“And your rut?”

He snuggled closer to you. “…it’s soon.”

“We never got to take care of him when he goes through that…” you had softly said to Hongjoong, not having had the experience of dealing with Wooyoung’s rut ever because he was with his former owner then. “He has socialized with other hybrids though…all his friends are male hybrids…Wooyoung was there a hybrid you fancy?”

Wooyoung didn’t know where his bratty attitude arose from but it showed.

“Don’t want a mate.” He huffed, pouting and throwing a little fit.

“But what then when you go into a rut?” Hongjoong made his voice a little firmer, not liking the hybrid’s reaction when he was speaking of something serious.

“I’ll handle it on my own,” he huffed, brows knitted and glaring at Hongjoong through his lashes. “I. Don’t. Want. A. Mate.”

“J-joong,” your voice came like a saving grace. “Let’s not force, Woo, if he’s not okay with it.” You said, soothing Wooyoung with scratches behind his ears making his frustration simmer down immediately. “If he says he can handle it let’s trust him, okay?”

Hongjoong looked at you, unsure and hesitant. As much as he would like this recurring period for Wooyoung to be handled in the best possible way and less of a hassle for you and him, he was weak to your words.

Wooyoung waited with bated breath for Hongjoong’s response, his fear and anxiety slowly bubbling in his chest as the next solution to a hybrid without a mate, was a hotel-like establishment purely for hybrids in heat or a rut. He didn’t want to go there, he didn’t want to be away from home, from you.

“I guess we can observe him when he does go into a rut and make sure he goes through it safely.”

Wooyoung broke into a grin and nuzzled in his cheek on your tummy, the warmth of your body and sweet scent making him feel warm. He didn’t want a mate…he’d rather be close to you.

“How did you handle it before Woo?” You asked the handsome hybrid that was so clingy and affectionate today.

“Hmmm…I just let it pass. Lock myself in a room for two days or three.”

Wooyoung watched your eyes soften at his response, your gaze and pity making his tail wag a little.

“And it works?” Your lips were pouting as you continued to pet him.

Wooyoung nodded, eyes closing in bliss at your touch, his tail making a big swoop.

“Hey!” Hongjoong blurted out as the bushy red tail whacked him in the face.

Wooyoung’s ears flattened at Hongjoong’s tone but it lifted at the soothing sound of your careless and mirthful laughter.

“Awe, Joongie.” You cooed at your husband, reaching out to caress his cheek.

“My bad.” Wooyoung shrugged with a smile, looking at the two treasured people in his life, Hongjoong unable to break into a smile at the moment between the three of you.

“You two enjoy teasing me,” Hongjoong kissed your cheek and patted Wooyoung’s head.

“Oh, you love us.” You giggled, giving Wooyoung a kiss on the forehead after Hongjoong’s kiss.

As weeks passed since the confirmation and announcement of your pregnancy, you entered your second trimester, Wooyoung couldn’t help but notice how much sweeter your scent had become and when he watched you move around the house, his eyes would stare at the hint of a bump at your tummy.

Hongjoong on the other hand, had become more busy at work and being editor in chief for one of the top fashion magazines in the country, it ate up his time. The new summer line of many brands was to be released soon and while those brands begged for a feature on the magazine, Hongjoong would sigh in his office wishing he was with you instead. So, Wooyoung had to get used to the new system here in the household for when Hongjoong was away, it was his job to protect you and watch over you.

The summer heat had already begun to warm the atmosphere even more and Wooyoung could feel his senses sharpen. His watchful eyes grew even more alert as he looked after you while Hongjoong was away.

Every chore, movement, or even when you were just napping, he was there.

Today though, when you moved around in the kitchen with the tempting decadent smell of cookies baking in the oven wafting throughout the whole apartment, he noticed you wince a little bit as you just put the second batch of cookies in the oven.

Wooyoung’s ears perked up at the sight of you in mild discomfort and he leaned forward a bit in his seat on one of the stools by the kitchen island. He didn’t move yet not until he was sure you needed him.

“A-are you okay?” He asked.

You looked at him and smiled through your discomfort. “Just a little achy.”

“That’s not good right?” His brows furrowed.

“N-no, it’s expected. I’m in my second trimester, and my breasts are sore…my doctor said it’s because I’m going to start producing milk.”

Wooyoung blushed as his eyes fell upon your breasts hugged by the cute white summer dress you decided to wear today. Milk? From your...

“O-oh,” he looked away, feeling heat pool at his belly at the curve and plumpness of your chest that had actually gotten a bit fuller in size. “It hurts?”

“Just a little, but it’s nothing to worry about, Woo.”

The fox hybrid let it slide but still kept an eye on you.

As the day progressed, he felt clingier and more protective. The need to be with you was stronger than ever and the other feeling…the other feeling that was telling him to lock himself in his room was creeping up on him too.

It was only Monday…he had hoped that when he had to isolate it’d be during the weekend when Hongjoong was around. He needed to be around you even more so since you were carrying a baby…he needed to be around you because you’re smelling sweeter and sweeter each day since the start of your pregnancy. Sweeter than all the treats you baked out of the blue.

That evening, as you got ready for bed after Hongjoong had called and said that he’d be home really late so he didn’t want you to stay up and wait for him, Wooyoung was debating if it was safe for him to be around you.

You offered that he’d sleep with you on the bed but he said he wanted to watch something on the TV so he’d fall asleep on the sofa tonight. You only gave him a smile and a quick kiss goodnight on the forehead before heading to the master bedroom.

Wooyoung didn’t wrap himself in his favorite blanket. His skin was warmer than usual as his eyes were staring at the little light that leaked from the bottom of the master bedroom door. The sounds from the TV were background noise as he focused on hearing above it, just in case you needed him.

A little wince from you had him on his feet. Then a soft whimper had him quietly stepping towards the room. Were you in pain? The door was left slightly ajar. You always kept it this way when it was just you and him so that he wouldn’t feel like he was intruding if he wanted to be near you.

He peered through the little gap in the door with one eye, blinking and trying to find your presence in the room curiously.

You softly cursed to yourself, and sat up on the bed, the wet patches on your pajama camisole sticking uncomfortably to your skin. “W-what do I do…” you had murmured to yourself as you stared down at your breasts that had been aching and swollen lately.

Wooyoung’s eyes closed as a new scent reached his nose. It was like milk…but sweeter. He felt his mouth salivate at the smell before his eyes opened to look for the source, gulping when he found it.

With the duvet up to your lap, you were sat on the bed with a towel dabbing at the silk camisole that had dampened patches…the fabric sticking to the swell and curves of your breasts, and your nipples poking through.

“This…it’s too early…,” you mumbled as you wondered if massaging your breasts would help with the ache. Your doctor mentioned that breast milk leaking was normal and that as long as there was no blood, it was all good but…the wet sticky mess it left was a handful.

You cupped your right breast and gently massaged it, sighing as it relieved some of the pain. Wooyoung gulped when he saw this, heat going straight down to his cock that slowly stiffened the more he smelled that rich sweet scent and watched you massage your breasts.

He kept his silence, his tail swaying side to side slowly as he watched you change into a new set of pajamas then laid down in bed again to try to sleep. You switched off the lamp on your nightstand and Wooyoung couldn’t help but slip inside the room.

He just wanted to get closer to your sweet scent and cuddle. Cuddle and snuggle like he does when Hongjoong comes home late or when he’s away on a business trip.

Wooyoung took Hongjoong’s empty spot on the bed, gazing at you as you slept. Your new pink camisole hugged your breasts and tummy, showing off that little baby bump that was growing slowly with each month that passed. As he lay on his side, his eyes took in your peacefully sleeping expression before they were drawn to your breasts.

He began to salivate again and his cock which had been hard since he was peeking through the door, ached even more. He could feel his rut looming over him like a dark cloud…and even though he was lying still, his tail restlessly snapped up and down.

But he didn’t want to disrespect you. He loved you too much to act on any of the dirty thoughts in his head…to act on his crush on you that didn’t want him to have or find a mate.

So he forced his eyes closed and tried to focus on the sound of your even breathing, trying to imitate it so that he too could calm down and avoid the itch to touch you and be closer to you. He didn’t want to slip up when his rut came then make Hongjoong decide that he’ll be sent to one of those hotels.

Wooyoung thought he could manage. He really did. He had gone through his ruts before all alone…but this time it was difficult.

Something was different. He didn’t even think it’d be a big factor that would affect his rut. What made a difference was that you were a constant presence in his life now and in the long run too. He’s never had a rut around the opposite sex…even if you weren’t a hybrid, you had this sweet, comforting smell and since your pregnancy, it’s gotten more intense.

“Woo? You okay?” You pressed your palm against his forehead. “You’re really warm.”

He had blanked out on the couch this hot summer afternoon with all his thoughts that your sudden closeness took him by surprise and the strong whiff of your scent made his head spin.

His skin was hot to the touch and he was covered with a thin sheen of sweat. You bent over and kissed his forehead to feel for a fever.

His breath hitched as your breasts were at his eye level. They were hugged by your cotton tank top and that note of sweet milk overwhelmed his senses again, his hands scrambled to grab one of the pillows on the couch, placing it over his lap.

“Do you feel feverish, Woo?” You asked, standing up to full height, your hands soothingly caressing his ears and your fingers running through his bright red hair.

“N-not really,” he murmured, forcing his gaze away from your boobs. What would they feel like if he touched them? Were they sensitive? Did your milk taste sweet?

You pouted not sure what to do and also very worried about him. You took the seat on the couch beside him and turned the AC up, wondering if he might be coming down with something.

“I-I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,” he managed to smile but it looked like a grimace which made you coo and pull him to lie down on your lap, so you could comfort him.

His ears twitched the more you caressed and petted him, scratching behind his ears now making that shivering sensation go straight to his cock.

This was bad.

He wanted to be near you…but he was scared he would lose control and get into trouble with Hongjoong.

“Y/N….”

“Yes, Youngie?” You hummed, comfortable on the couch as you put a movie on the TV.

“N-nothing…” he looked away, turning on his side so that he wasn’t looking at your pretty face and tempted to stare and continue to salivate at your full breasts.

After thirty minutes of focusing his eyes on the TV, he heard you whimper which instantly made him turn to you.

You had fallen asleep and your brows were knitted while your nose scrunched at something you felt.

He sat up slowly to not wake you and he worriedly looked at you.

Then the smell hit him.

He gulped and his eyes wearily traveled down from your face to your chest…the navy blue fabric began to stain at two spots…and they continued to dampen as you winced once more.

You were in discomfort again.

Wooyoung didn’t want to wake you up. You hadn’t slept properly the previous night because you had felt nauseous and Hongjoong was there to help you through it.

Maybe he could get a towel?

You whimpered in your sleep and he remembered how you soothed your pain a couple nights ago.

Before he could stop himself, his one hand cupped one of your breasts, his eyes shifting from your face and your pillowy, soft, tits. Your expression relaxed a little and his ears stood.

He was helping!

Wooyoung scooted closer, his other hand beginning to give the same attention to your neglected breast. He gently massaged and squeezed them…they were so soft and nice to touch. They were weighty beneath his palm and he noticed the damp patches beginning to grow... the thick sweet milky scent becoming stronger.

His mouth was salivating so much he had to swallow down thickly.

He can make you feel better. He knows he can!

He leaned closer to your breast his other hand not stopping its movements, and took a deep breath, his eyes closing at the decadent alluring scent. His tongue poked out and through the damp thin fabric of your top, he gently dragged his tongue along your stiffening peaks.

The taste of cotton wasn’t enough to mellow the sweetness of the milk that leaked from your breasts. He looked up at you as he continued to kitten lick and swirl his tongue around. You looked as peaceful as you did when he slept next to you a couple nights ago.

Wooyoung kept telling himself that he was helping you that he was doing good by soothing your pain but his increasingly rut-muddled mind was getting the best of him too.

Slowly, he pulled down the hem of your top until your breast popped out. He stared at the milky white that leaked out your nipple. He squeezed the pillowy flesh a bit and massaged it around a little only to find more milk spilled as he did that.

Without a single thought or even a hint of hesitation, he licked your nipple without the barrier of your top and the moment he tasted the fresh spilled milk on his tongue, his cock throbbed. You tasted so sweet. He circled his tongue and flicked it around again. His eyes closed as he began to gently suck, the action making more of your milk spill unto his tongue.

His tail wagged happily as he suckled at your breast, drinking your milk. You tasted so good, he didn’t think he could stop. He moaned, mouth stuffed with your tit. He could feel his right hand getting wet and he opened his eyes just a little only to see your right breast leaking more.

What a waste, he thought to himself before latching off your left breast to give the same treatment to the other.

“A-ah…” you mumbled softly in your sleep.

Wooyoung’s eyes snapped to your face as your brows were slightly knitted and your plump pretty lips were parted.

His hand on your breast gently rolled your stiff nipple between his fingers while he continued to suck at the other. Did you need more to relax?

His ears twitched when he heard that beautiful delicate sound that he would hear sometimes late in the night when he couldn’t sleep and he wasn’t allowed in the bedroom. Your soft moan made him short-circuit. He was the cause of that sound. Him.

Wooyoung knew he should stop. You weren’t his…you were Hongjoong’s. You weren’t his mate, you can’t ever be cause you were not a hybrid.

But like Hongjoong, he loved you too.

He loved you. He wanted to make you feel good. He wanted to touch you the way Hongjoong touched you.

So he couldn’t stop.

With each drop of sweet milk that ran down his throat, he was growing dizzy with desire and his rut was swallowing him whole. He swirled his tongue and continued to suck, not meaning to have done it as hard as he did that it stirred you awake from your nap.

“J-joongie?” Your eyes fluttered open, sleep making them feel heavy.

Your body was warm and tingling with pleasure that pooled directly to your lower belly. Your clit throbbed as your breasts were being fondled and…sucked?

Eyes slowly adjusting to your surroundings, you focused your gaze down, seeing a blur of red hair. Your breasts no longer ached instead they were being stimulated and played with. The wet hot tongue flicking and lapping at the peak of your breast made you moan as your body was being awoken with these sensations.

You blinked a couple of times, your breath getting quicker, and noticing the fluffy pointed red ears.

“Y-Youngie? Ah—,” you cut yourself off when he continued to suckle and fondle your other breast. “What are you doing?”

The fox hybrid stopped at the sound of his name.

Were you going to get mad?

His eyes snapped open and you were met with his wide and round puppy gaze. His pointy ears fell flat on his head and though his mouth was still full of your tit, he had stopped having his fill of your milk.

It was that look on his face when he was sorry for getting into trouble. The one that made your heart ache…how could you possibly get mad at him?

He latched off your tit unwillingly and looked down, avoiding your gaze. There was a sheen of your milk over his pink lips and you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks warm as what was happening processed in your head.

“Youngie…” your voice was soft and not scolding.

You cupped his cheek to make him look at you, his cheeks a dark shade of red as you waited for him to explain himself.

“I-I’m sorry…” he murmured, keeping his hands in fists on his lap. “Y-you were hurting…I just wanted to help. Y-you smelled so good. Your milk was leaking too…didn’t want it to go to waste.”

“Youngie…”

“I’m sorry.”

He turned his head away to look down, the carpet suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. While he avoided your gaze, you observed yours and Hongjoong’s hybrid. You placed your palm on his forehead again, he was warmer than when you had checked and your eyes observed his body, blushing when you noticed the very prominent tent in his black sweatpants.

“Woo, are you having your rut?”

He still didn’t look at you and like a sad puppy, he nodded ashamedly, his fingernails digging into his palms as he did his best to not pounce on you then there. You had an arm over your breasts covering them…why were you hiding from him?

His heart sank.

“But I made you feel better right?” He asked, his voice strained as he looked up at you.

He did but—

“I did good, right?” He leaned closer and you tried to move away but he only pressed forward til your back was against the cushions of the couch, his arms on either side of your body.

“You did but Woo—,”

“Then shouldn’t I get a treat?”

The look in his eyes has shifted. Gone was the sweet and playful Wooyoung you knew. His pupils were blown and predatory…and when his gaze flickered from your face to your chest, you felt like hiding.

“Youngie…” you were at a lost for words.

“P-please, let me have a treat. Let me make you feel good,” he pressed his nose onto your neck, taking a deep breath and whiff of your scent. “You smell so good. So, so, good.”

Your hands go to his shoulders as your heart raced in your chest. You could feel just how tense he was and how his muscles flexed beneath his thin black sweater. What were you to do?

“You taste so sweet too…,” he whined into your neck, a hand gently cupping your right breast and giving a squeeze, unable to fight back the moan that escaped your lips. “That feels good, doesn’t it?” He purred against your ear, licking a stripe along your neck. “You were making pretty noises when I was touching you.”

You gasped when you felt his pelvis press against your clothed cunt. He was hard and throbbing against his sweats, and when he slowly pressed his erection even more against you, you felt your walls clench around nothing.

It was hard to resist his touches, especially with how your hormones made you so sensitive and more…needy. You felt slightly embarrassed to feel yourself growing wet and aroused by him.

Wooyoung whimpered softly when his length rubbed against your covered heat, he could feel just how warm it was. He wondered how pretty your pussy would be taking his cock…or his knot…or his cu—

“Youngie,” his name came out in a breathy moan, a sound that he only dreamed of…a sound that he wanted to hear over and over. A sweet seductive rendition of his name that made all his self-control evaporate.

“I need you so bad,” he groaned, grinding his erection against your core, the friction sending sparks of pleasure throughout his body while your own reacted strongly to him too.

This was dirty. The whole act of it. Your husband wasn’t home and your weak attempts to fend off the hybrid were pitiful because, in the end, your body enjoyed it all. You enjoyed the way his hips were humping you, how his cock was rock hard against the gusset of your cotton shorts and rubbed your throbbing clit.

“W-Wooyoung!” You gasped when he latched his mouth on your left breast, nipping at your sensitive nipple before soothing them with flicks and swirls of his tongue. The warm tingly feeling in your boob made your pussy clench and you couldn’t stop the soft whimpers that came from you.

Wooyoung continued to grind against you, moaning with his mouth full of your tit and sweet milk on his greedy tongue. You tasted so good. How was we ever going to stop? Your moans and the scent of your arousal told him how much your body was enjoying this.

Your cheeks were hot as you realized he was drinking your milk. Your mind was hazy as your core ached for more, for something to be inside you. God, your hormones were through the roof and your gentle heart only felt sympathy for yours and Hongjoong’s hybrid.

“Y-Youngie w-wait,” you stuttered out softly, body burning hot from how he had been humping you and suckling at your sensitive chest.

Despite his rut-muddled brain, he had listened. If it had been any other hybrid with no self-control at all, they wouldn’t have stopped. Wooyoung stopped because…well…he loved you. Every word you said, everything you did, your comfort, and your happiness were things he valued so much.

He stopped his movements and looked up at you, releasing your nipple from his greedy mouth. Your face was flushed and there was a shy glint in your eye as you bit the inside of your cheek, thinking about something. Did he go too far?

“You’re going through your rut right?” You caressed his cheek as he rested his head on your chest.

He nodded.

“Which explains why your body is warmer than usual.”

The hybrid nodded again.

“D-does it hurt?” Your thumb softly glided over his cheekbone.

Wooyoung wanted to nod. His cock was so hard it hurts. He needed to do something about it…he needed release.

“Can I try to make you feel better?” You asked, unsure if what you thought of would actually help. Since he had been such a sweet boy for caring so much about your discomfort that he did actually help with the ache and pain in your breasts, you wanted to help him too.

His fluffy red ears pointed up high as his eyes widened and he sat up, wondering what you meant.

“W-what do you mean?” He stuttered, a dust of red blooming across his face.

Trying to ignore the rapid thumping of your heart, you gently guided him to sit closer to you and you looked at his crotch area, the top of the tent of his sweats a darker shade of gray as he had been leaking precum with how aroused he was.

“I’ll help you feel better too. You did the same for me, I want to help you. You said it hurts right?” You spoke softly as if someone could be eavesdropping.

Wooyoung gulped when your hand slowly ran up his thigh, getting closer and closer to his rock-hard cock.

“I-it does b-but I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.” His eyes were shifting from your flustered face and your hand. You were touching him.

“You’re so sweet, Youngie,” you smiled, pressing your lips on his forehead. “Don’t worry, okay? I want to.”

You just wanted to give Wooyoung a helping hand, nothing more.

The sweet fox hybrid was someone you had grown to treasure in your life and that you loved, and wasn’t it your responsibility to make sure he went through his rut safely. You didn’t know how to handle it, Hongjoong did but he wasn’t here and Wooyoung didn’t like the idea of going to those hotels. This was the least you could do to help him.

You untied the string of his sweatpants and tugged it down along with his boxers, and the moment they slipped down enough to let his cock free, it sprung up and slapped against his abdomen. Your eyes widened a bit as you took in the shape of his length and how the dark pink tip was glistening and leaking with precum. He really looked so painfully hard…

Wooyoung shamelessly moaned with just the mere touch of your fingertip on his tip as you smeared his precum all over the head before skimming your touch along his length. Your palm was soft and warm, you were so focused on helping Wooyoung out whose head was leaning on your shoulder as he tried to keep his eyes open to watch your pretty hand wrap around his cock.

He was hot against your palm and the more you stared at it, the more you felt your core clench for something more too but you couldn’t do anything about it. You’re not sure if that was a line you could cross especially since you had Hongjoong.

“Y-you’re so hard, Woo.” You breathed out, your mouth feeling dry as you slowly moved your hand up and down along his length, the way Hongjoong had taught you to touch him when you two had gotten intimate in the early stages of your relationship.

“A-ah,” his hot breath fanned at your collarbones. Your silky palm around his length felt better than his own hand and the grip you had as you pumped his cock made his head spin with pleasure, and his tail wagged excitedly. “That feels good.”

You softly smiled to yourself, happy that he was finding relief.

You kissed the top of his head and moved your hand just a little bit faster, setting a pace that had the fox hybrid panting and whining at the pleasure. He sounded…so cute. You wondered why he didn’t want to date. He was incredibly handsome and playful as well as sweet. He would’ve gotten a partner easily if he wanted to.

Wooyoung felt like he was in one of his dreams except this time it wasn’t and it was better than his dreams.

He glanced at your hand wrapped around his cock, not believing his eyes that you were jerking him off. It was so mind-numbingly good. Then with your scent too? It was driving him crazy.

Tugging down at your tank top once more to free one of your breasts, he latched his mouth on your tit again making you gasp in surprise. His tongue circled and flicked against your nipple then he began to suck, his ears standing up high as the flavor of sweet milk graced his tongue.

“W-Woo,” you breathed out shakily, not stopping the way your hand twisted up and down his throbbing hot length.

Wooyoung moaned, his eyes closing as he lost himself in the pleasure he was feeling and the taste of your milk.

Without a warning, his cock twitched, and hot spurts of white shot from his tip coating your hand and making a mess on his lap. His body twitched as he sucked hard at your breast, coming while your core dripped more slick, aroused.

He released your breast as he panted, whining as his cock remained hard even after coming.

Your brows furrowed wondering why he was still…rock hard. You brought your hand a bit closer to you as he savored his high, his cum was sticky and thick, you were curious to have a taste but fought the urge to do so…you only do that with Hongjoong.

You grabbed a couple of tissue papers on the coffee table to clean your hand, letting Wooyoung rest a bit, unaware how the hybrid’s need only increased a thousandfold after your hand job.

Wooyoung’s mind was filled with nothing but filth and the need to feel you, touch you, and fuck you. You were so sweet to have helped him…but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. You’ll be nice, right? You said you wanted to help.

Before you could process what was happening, Wooyoung had you lying on the couch as he buried his face into your crotch. He pushed away the gusset of your shorts so he could lick and lap at your pussy through the fabric of your panties.

“M-mommy tastes so good,” he moaned into your pussy as you gasped at the sensation of his wet tongue messily over your clit and your entrance.

“Y-Youngie!” You tried to stop him but he had his arms wrapped around your thighs as he nuzzled his nose into your soaked panties.

“You’re wet,” he licked his lips. “Are you enjoying this, mommy? I can help make you feel good. Let me make you feel good.” He groaned flattening his tongue over where your clit was, your back arching.

Your soft whines and moans only egged him on and his hands couldn’t stop themselves from tearing your panties apart to reveal the pink pulsing and slick pussy he’s dreamed of. His mouth watered at the sight. Your folds glistened with your arousal and he could see your little hole squeezing around nothing.

He could fix that.

“M-mommy your pussy is so pretty.” His eyes were wide as he stared, letting go of one thigh so that he could touch your pink cunt. He gently used his middle finger to glide through your slit, collecting your slick and in awe at how much more leaked from your cunt. You smelled of pure sex and it was driving his rut-infested brain crazy.

“Y-youngie, we can’t— ah!”

He licked a long stripe up your cunt, humming as he tasted the salty yet sweet nectar. Your walls clenched once more, pushing out more of your arousal which Wooyoung happily lapped up. He encircled your clit with his tongue, flicking against the sensitive bud and enjoying the whimpers and moans that were leaving you.

He felt happy. He was the cause of your pleasure this very moment.

Then he got greedier, his lazy kitten licks grew messier as he began to make out with your lower lips, his tongue dipping into your needy hole then his mouth suckling at your pussy like he did with your breasts.

Your hands found their way to his bright red hair as you moaned, your body caving into the pleasure.

It was sinful.

The slurping wet sounds filled the living room and your pants and his needy whines and groans were a symphony of obscene desire that bounced off the walls of your home.

Wooyoung moaned against your cunt as you tugged at his hair. Were you going to cum? He wondered. Your moans got pitchier and your breath quickened. He could feel your thighs tensing in his hold and that only urged him on, eating you out like you were his last meal on earth. Your pussy’s nectar was second to the sweet milk he drank from your tits but both made him harder and want you even more.

“Youngie! I’m gonna c-cum!” You squeaked out so cutely that he only continued to ravage your pussy, sucking and licking greedily.

This was wrong, you thought to yourself. Hongjoong would disapprove of Wooyoung’s behavior but your body loved the attention the hybrid was giving you.

One harsh suck and you fell apart, coming all over his tongue and he happily lapped up your release, prolonging your orgasm.

Your legs fell limp as you lost yourself in your high, mind empty and not noticing your phone buzzing on the coffee table.

Wooyoung spread your pussy lips apart, eying it in wonder as he positioned himself on the couch, pushing your thighs to your chest as you looked up at him confused.

“Y-Youngie?”

“You’ll let me right?” He asked, taking his cock and rubbing the bulbous head all over your pussy, coating the tip with your arousal. “I’m still hard. N-need mommy.” He whined, slotting his length between your lips and gently rocking against you. He needed your permission.

“Woo…” you tried to gather your thoughts but your pussy was still throbbing from your orgasm, your whole body tingling with sensitivity as your hormones were in overdrive, needing and craving for more.

“Your pussy is empty,” he murmured, his body got to touch as he perspired, his rut unraveled at this point. “You need cock, don’t you? Need my cock?”

His words made you blush and you couldn’t help but moan when his tip rubbed against your clit. You couldn’t think straight anymore as all you could think of was his thick cock splitting you open.

“I’ll fill you up real good, mommy.” He whined, pushing the fat head into your pulsing hole. He moaned at the hot sensation of your walls around him, it excited him so much he pushed his cock all the way in, watching it disappear into you inch by inch.

Your back arched as he bottomed out inside you, your tits leaking out milk as his tip nudged delightfully at your g-spot.

“Y-youngie!” You cried out gripping the cushion beneath you as he pressed forward into you, pushing you deeper into the mating press.

“M-mommy you’re so tight and warm. Fuck. My cock is inside you—ah—,” he whimpered, slowly pulling out til only his tip was inside you before plunging back in, your eyes seeing white momentarily at how good his cock felt rubbing your walls.

His hands rested on either side of your head as he hurriedly increased his pace. His fox instincts took over him as his head was filled with nothing but the thought of fucking you and breeding you.

“Y-youngie!”

His eyes were dark, and his canines were bared as he grunted above you, rutting into you, drilling his cock into your sopping cunt. The snap of his hips was deep and impatient, he was rocking into you like his life depended on it.

“M-mommy,” he moaned over and over, whimpering when he felt your velvety warm walls hugged his cock so good. He was so envious of Hongjoong. He gets to have you all the time. He wanted your pussy too and you wanted him too right? That explained how your walls squeezed around him, almost sucking him into your heat like you wanted to milk his cock dry. He wanted that. He’d let you do that to him.

He drove his hips deeper and faster, earning a loud moan from you as more of your sweet sticky slick leaked out your cock stuffed cunt, his length gliding in and out so easily. “Mommy’s pussy feels so good. Want to give mommy my pups too.”

“Y-Youngie,” you slurred out, tits bouncing with each deep thrust as he kept you in the mating press, your nipples leaking out milk as he fucked you. It was hard to not get lost in the pleasure, not when his fat cock slammed over and over against your g-spot making your head mush. His words weren’t even processed properly in your head.

Wooyoung leaned over as he pounded into you, taking one of your tits into his mouth, sucking your sweet milk as he felt his balls and the base of his spine grow tighter and tighter.

“L-love…mommy’s…tits,” he mumbled against your breast, flicking his tongue over your sensitive nipple and licking every drop of milk. “Love mommy’s pussy.”

“Youngie, I’m going to c-cum, a-ah!” His thrusts got faster, each slam of the fat head into your cunt numbing all your logical thoughts.

“M-me too,” he groaned, feeling his knot grow tight. His hips chased his release. The build-up to finally reaching his peak clouded his brain as he pistons into your heat, the continuous pounding on your g-spot sending you over the edge as you creamed around his cock.

Your head fell back as your body was wracked by a powerful orgasm that made your walls spasm and suck his cock in deeper into you, and in less than a minute, the whiny pants and moans of your hybrid were cut off by a broken whimper. With one last deep thrust, he pushed his knot into your quivering pussy making you cry out as it doubled the effect of your orgasm. Wooyoung saw white as his seed poured into your sopping hole, his cock twitching uncontrollably as he spilled his hot seed into you.

Wooyoung’s head was buried into your pillowy chest as his knot was engulfed by your hot walls. He was panting, his breath hot against your skin as you lay beneath him limp and unmoving, your body tingling with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

In a hazy state, he licked along your breasts which were sticky and glistening with your milk. He growled possessively when he felt your pussy gently squeezing his knot, his arousal stirring again as it sunk into his head that he had filled your pussy with his cum. Wooyoung straightened up and glanced down at you.

Your hair was a pretty mess on your head, your eyelids were blinking heavily as you stared out into nothing and your lips were parted slightly as you slowly caught your breath. His beautiful Y/N. Gently, he cupped your face and caressed your cheek with his thumb, admiring how fucked out you looked beneath him. He glanced down to where you two were connected, his knot slowly disappearing and he felt his cock twitch to life at the sight of your pretty petal-like folds covered in a mess of your cream and his cum.

The hybrid was bewildered at the sight and all he knew was he wanted to do it over and over again.

Slowly, he pulled out of you, watching in awe as his seed leaked from your little hole. Not liking the idea of it going to waste, he gently hoisted you in his arms and carried you to yours and Hongjoong’s bed then gently laid you on it with your legs almost dangling off the edge. He folded your pliable legs and spread them apart for him before he plugged your leaking hole with his cock, pushing back his cum inside you. You whimpered as his fat length filled your sensitive cunt again.

“Y-Youngie, e-enough. T-that’s enough,” you slurred out, belly hot with his release.

“B-but mommy…,” he pouted, burying himself to the hilt and sighing once he was snug against your cervix. He grabbed your tit and squeezed it. “You said you wanted to help me…I still need your help.” His eyes were dark as his hand left your breast to glide down your very small bump before stopping when his thumb found your clit.

“I'm still so hard,” he whined, pressing his hips snugly against you while rolling your clit beneath his thumb, his cum and your slick making it easy for him to slide his digit around. “Only mommy cares for me.” He slowly began to shallowly thrust, his cock head nudging at your g-spot gently, your mind boggled at how the hybrid was still rock hard inside you. “You don’t want me to handle my rut all alone right? It’s more painful than before because you’re around. My beautiful m-mommy—ah!” He gasped when he felt your walls involuntarily clench around him. “It’s hard to be in control when you’re here…it’s all your fault.”

He was breathing heavily as he began to move against you once more, your body welcoming the sweet delicious scrape of his cock against your pulsing walls. You could deny it all you want but he felt so good. The way he fucked you, the way he suckled at your breasts…all of it was so good.

“M-my fault…” you repeated without a thought, not really understanding, too enraptured by the way he was rutting into you. “I-I’m sorry.”

Wooyoung whimpered at the soft apology, gripping your hips as strands of his bright red hair fell over his eyes, his ears twitching up as his pupils became blown and his mind became controlled by nothing else by his rut and his love for you.

“S’okay, mommy,” He hummed, leaning over to nuzzle his nose into your neck lovingly…possessively. “You’ll make it up to me now, right? Til I have my fill?” He licked along where your scent glands would be if you were a hybrid then gently nipped at the delicate skin, a soft gasp leaving you as he did. He moaned shakily when he felt your walls squeeze him when he grazed his teeth along your neck. “Mommy makes it so hard for me to control my rut…”

“My poor Youngie,” you cooed weakly, hugging him as he slowly slid his cock in and out of you. Your fingers combed through his hair and gently scratched behind his ears causing a deep resounding growl to purr from his chest. “I’m sorry…I-I’ll help.” At this point, boundaries between you and your handsome, playful, and loving fox hybrid no longer existed.

Those boundaries remained blurry and foggy when he began to fuck you like there was no tomorrow, letting him fulfill his needs with your own pleasure-greedy body. You lost count of how many times he came inside you and stretched you with his knot, all you knew was it warmed your heart that he was getting his fill and being relieved of his rut, while you were drunk on a cock that wasn’t even your husband's. Your breasts don’t even ache anymore, not when the hybrid pounding into you happily lapped up and suckled your milk.

Body burning too hot and mind sent into a state of unending pleasure, you don’t even hear the front door opening and closing, nor the soft chinking of the keys being dropped into the key dish by the entryway, nor the gentle loving voice of your husband announcing he was home.

Not even the hybrid stopped when he felt the presence of his other owner by the master bedroom’s doorway, in fact, he grew more possessive and territorial.

Hongjoong sighed and shook his head when he walked into his wife being fucked dumb on their bed by their supposedly sweet, unproblematic, and now very naked hybrid.

He had a feeling this would happen.

His expression was unreadable as he watched, unable to deny the twitch of his cock in his tailored pants when his eyes settled on the way your body took each thrust and how Wooyoung’s cock and your swollen pussy were covered in a sticky mess of cum.

He went over to the dresser and pulled at the bottom drawer.

Your head fell to the side as your body continued to rock with each thrust, heavy-lidded eyes making out the silhouette of your husband.

“J-joongie…”

The fox hybrid growled as you softly muttered out another man’s name, driving his cock faster into your pussy making you cry out as your head spun by the unending abuse of your g-spot.

As much as your husband enjoyed the pornographic sight of his beautiful wife getting fucked as he could only find beauty in the thought of how this was how you would look from a different perspective when he fucked you dumb like the good girl you were for him, he wasn’t happy with his naughty misbehaving hybrid.

Wooyoung didn’t stop, he couldn’t. It didn’t matter that Hongjoong’s dominant aura overpowered his own. Not when he was so close to cumming again and how your walls were pulsing around him.

The man of the house’s eyes darkened when he saw the very slight bruising on your soft delicate hips from the grip of Wooyoung’s hands as he pistons his hips into you mindlessly. How long has he been fucking you? Hongjoong knew this cock drunk state of yours all too well…he was rather impressed Wooyoung was able to bring you to this state.

Before Wooyoung could reach his nth orgasm, it was forcefully taken from him with one harsh tug. His eyes widened when he felt himself yanked back by the neck away from you, his cum that he had been fucking into you leaking out. He growled and fought against the leather around his neck.

He bared his teeth as he tried to pounce back onto you but then he felt the familiar disciplinary hand on the back of his neck squeezing him in warning. His body froze like it always had when he was being trained by Hongjoong.

“Bad puppy,” Hongjoong said dangerously low, forcing him down onto his knees.

“J-joongie…he needed…help,” you murmured out, unable to move, body too heavy from hours of fucking.

“Did he now?” He looked down at the fox hybrid, whose eyes were glued onto your pussy and whose cock was standing erect and glistening with your slick.

“Mommy didn’t cum yet, need to make mommy cum.” He was still in his rut frenzy, trying to crawl closer to you but Hongjoong yanked him back to his place.

“Stay here or else,” Hongjoong commanded in a voice that would make Wooyoung want to run and hide. His ears dropped as he pressed his hands on his thighs, nails digging into his skin as he trembled to control himself.

Hongjoong walked over to you, your legs dangling off the edge of the bed, your pussy covered with the hybrid's cum and the sheets below you drenched. Did Wooyoung manage to make you squirt like he does?

“My poor baby,” Hongjoong cooed, brushing hair away from your face as his eyes drank in your current state. He frowned when he saw how puffy your nipples were and before he could even ask if you were okay, your dainty fingers clutched at his shirt.

“Need to cum…Joongie. Please…” you whined causing Wooyoung’s ears to perk up, his head only hearing the first three words.

“Oh, darling.” He gently cupped your heavy breast feeling their weight beneath his palm and you whimpered at the feeling.

“Joong, please.”

Hongjoong only hummed at your plea, letting his hand roam your pliant body to continue observing you. His hand gently caressed the small bump of your tummy before he reached your inner thigh, trailing higher and clicking his tongue when he saw how his wife’s pink pussy was smeared with and leaked of cum.

“Wooyoung has been a bad fox, hasn’t he?” His voice was laced with tease and disapproval.

“H-he was good,” you defended the sweet hybrid, mind too fuzzy from the hours of sex. “He took care of me and I took care of him…he just got carried away a little.”

“Oh, sweetheart, this isn’t a little.” Hongjoong’s tone was stern and it made Wooyoung glare at his master rather than his usual cower. He was annoyed that Hongjoong was getting in between you and him, he was not done with wanting to fill you up with his cum. “You’re all sore aren’t you, baby?”

You nodded slowly, admitting that you were tired even though your body ached for more since Wooyoung was in the process of making you come for the nth time.

“Look, Woo bruised your pretty skin,” he sighed, running his fingers along the bruises on your hips. “He got too carried away.”

Hongjoong gently put you over his lap, hooking your legs over his thighs as he spread them apart, keeping you open to Wooyoung whose jaw was clenched so tightly and his eyes focused on just you.

Your husband could feel you leaning onto him, unable to hold yourself up from the exhaustion. You weakly shifted and wriggled, aching for friction, and the hybrid meters away was salivating and so willing to give you what you wanted.

As if to rub salt in the wound and his suffering, Hongjoong caressed your lower belly before his fingers found your swollen nub, more sweet moans that Wooyoung couldn’t get enough of leaving your lips. The mix of your arousal and Wooyoung’s cum made it easy for Hongjoong’s fingers to slide between your folds and massage your sensitive clit.

“My darling wants to cum?” Hongjoong kissed the crown of your head, moving his fingers in the way he knew would bring you to the edge.

You nodded, one of your hands moving to his hair as your hips pressed towards his hand.

“Oh, Joongie,” you sighed, eyes closing as you’re brought closer and closer to the orgasm you almost reached earlier.

“Wooyoung has a been a bad fox, darling. Touching what’s mine without my permission,” he stared at Wooyoung as he rubbed your clit, the hybrids ears drooping at the sight of you being pleasured by Hongjoong and not him. “He should be punished, don’t you think?”

Wooyoung’s eyes left your beautiful body momentarily at the word to look at Hongjoong with fear.

“Joongie, no…he’s been good—ah…”

Hongjoong kissed your cheek. “Maybe Wooyoung should tell me what he did and I’ll decide if he can cum one more time…”

Wooyoung inched closer, a small whine escaping his throat at the sweet scent of your sex. The damned collar around his neck reminded him how Hongjoong dominated him at this very moment and that if he disobeyed or made a wrong move, he won’t be able to touch you again or ever.

“Mommy was in pain s-so I helped.” Wooyoung enviously watched Hongjoong cup your swollen breast as he continued to play with your pussy.

“Mommy?” Hongjoong snickered at the way the hybrid addressed you. Who would’ve thought he would have a mommy kink?

Wooyoung blushed beneath Hongjoong’s degrading gaze. He swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Milk…she was hurting 'cause of the milk. Massaging made her feel better,” he tried to speak, unable to tear his eyes away from your body writhing and twitching with pleasure. “I didn’t want it to go to waste so I—,”

“How did it taste?” Hongjoong cut him off before kissing your neck, gently pinching and rolling your puffy nipple between his fingers, not halting his ministrations of your clit.

“J-joong,” you whimpered, feeling your core tighten as you neared your climax. The way he was speaking to Wooyoung as if he wasn’t playing with and pleasuring your body in front of your beloved hybrid, made you feel a different kind of arousal.

“Tastes good. So sweet…” Wooyoung admitted, his nails digging into his thighs as he watched your face contort erotically.

“You dirty pup,” Hongjoong clicked his tongue as he felt the way your thighs tensed and how your breathing fastened. He sped his fingers up and squeezed your breast, that piling tension in your core snapping as you reached your release.

You gasped and clutched at your husband’s hair, your head thrown back as your hips trembled and your body shivered from your orgasm.

Wooyoung held his breath as he saw how more slick dripped from your already abused pussy.

“That’s it, darling. Good girl,” Hongjoong whispered in your ear, letting you ride it out while the hybrid looked like a kicked puppy gazing at you.

Your husband pets your head lovingly, peppering gentle kisses along your neck and taking his hand off your breast, feeling the wetness that coated his fingers.

“Woo says your milk tastes sweet, baby. Did you let him drink your milk?”

You nodded your head weakly, nuzzling your face into your husband’s neck.

“It made you feel better?”

You nodded again.

Hongjoong hummed and brought his fingers to his lips, aware that Wooyoung was watching him then licked his digits, tasting your milk.

“He’s right baby,” he grinned. “You taste sweet. No wonder our Youngie got carried away. But…he’s still a bad fox. He told us he’d be able to handle his rut.”

“I’m sorry—.”

“But he couldn’t resist you, baby? I told you Wooyoung had a crush on you.” Hongjoong continued to tease the hybrid, amused at how dilated his eyes were and how stiff his cock was just staring at your cunt, almost drooling at the sight.

“Youngie doesn’t want to go to the hotel…” you mumbled, gaining little of your senses back.

“I know darling but if we’re going to be taking care of him when he goes into a rut, he’s going to have to behave…”

“I’ll behave, I swear!" Wooyoung blurted out, inching closer til he was knelt by the edge of the bed, just a couple of inches away from your dripping cunt. “I’ll be good.”

“I trusted you to be able to handle your rut alone when you said so,” Hongjoong went on, caressing your sides and kissing your neck. “But I came home to this…”

Wooyoung swallowed the lump in his throat and Hongjoong gripped his chin before brushing his two digits along the hybrid’s lips, the fingers that had been on your pussy.

“Be a good boy and lick her clean, and if I’m satisfied, I’ll let you fuck her again.”

Without hesitation, Wooyoung scooted closer and buried his face into your pussy, a shiver going down his spine as he heard your sweet mewling. He lapped happily at the taste of your release and a mix of his as well, and Hongjoong was pleased with his submission and eagerness.

“What do you say, baby?” Hongjoong turned his attention back on you now, knowing he could stop Wooyoung whenever he wanted to with a tug of his collar. “Can you take our sweet Youngie’s cock again? Look how hard he is for you.”

Through heavy-lidded eyes, you gazed at your beloved hybrid. His eyes were shut in bliss as he tasted you, his hot tongue attacking and invading your overstimulated pussy once again. Then your line of vision fell to his lap, his toned thighs flexing and his cock painfully stiff and leaking messily with pre-cum.

You nodded. “I-I can.”

“That’s my good girl.” He cooed and Wooyoung’s ears pointed up at the sound of your voice, his tail wagging excitedly at the thought of being buried in your tight heat again.

Hongjoong wasn’t entirely upset with Wooyoung. He has acknowledged and accepted the fact that the busy season was going to keep him in the office more than he liked but he always trusted Wooyoung to look after you when he’s away.

He pressed a tender kiss to your temple as he laid your head on the pillow while Wooyoung positioned himself between your legs, lining his cock to your pulsing hole once more.

With the baby coming along, he wouldn’t be able to be there as often as he liked to care for your hormonal needs…as much as he’d love to do so. He just needed to balance his time to be more present as the father of the baby and your husband but he didn’t particularly mind the idea of letting Wooyoung have you from time to time. He wasn’t blind to the affection Wooyoung had for you, he just needed to make sure that Wooyoung knows his place if Hongjoong decided on letting him into yours and his relationship.

What mattered to him was your happiness and your family...and that included Wooyoung.

im sorry if this wasnt the best but yeah, 3 months worth of brain rot and business, I came up with this. Im still working on training wheels part 2 as well as continuing sway with me :> thank you so much for reading my works and your support!

tags : @songmingisthighs @bunny4yungi

#wooyoung x reader #wooyoung smut #hongjoong smut #hongjoong x reader #ateez au #ateez smut #ateez x reader

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 1 year

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Perfect For You : Prologue (H.JS)

Word Count : 2.4k

Warnings : food mention, honestly that's it, just a really cute introduction to their relationship

A/N : I'm not fully back from my break my friends, but I wanted to post a little something and thought why not post the prologue for my upcoming series? Hope you enjoy!

“Let’s take a break, hmm?” Jisung asked, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, pressing a kiss to her cheek before resting his chin on her shoulder. “We have the rest of our lives to make this place a home. Let’s order dinner and rest for tonight.” She turned her head slightly, seeing the pout on his face as he looked at her, and she caved before she could even think of a reason not to. He makes it difficult to say no.

Jisung wrapped her in his arms as they curled up on the couch, looking through all their options for delivery on his phone. It felt surreal to him to be like this, curled up on the couch with his girlfriend, in the house they just bought together. A house they plan to make their forever home. A house they plan to raise a family in. He felt like he was on top of the world, like he won the lottery, and he never wanted this feeling to end.

He couldn’t wait to wake up to her face. Couldn’t wait to kiss her before going to work. To come home to her after a long day. To have her hold him, run her fingers through his hair, cuddled up in bed whenever he wanted. He knows leaving for tour is going to be a lot harder now that he knows what it’s like to have her next to him so domestically, but it’ll be worth it when he can come home to her. Walk through the door with a honey I’m home and a smile on his face.

“How about this? Been a while.” She asked pointing at one of their favourite restaurants, a place they used to eat at a lot when they first began dating. It wasn’t exactly what he had in mind for dinner that night, but when he looked at her, he couldn’t say no. And watching the way she quietly cheered as they both looked through the menu to decide what to order, he knew it was the right choice. He never wanted that smile to disappear.

They scrolled through Netflix as they waited for their food, trying to decide what to watch, debating starting a new show together, or just settling for a movie. “We’ll watch the show when I come back from tour, okay? I promise. I’ll have lots of time off after tour.” The doorbell interrupted what she was about to say, and Jisung just pressed a quick kiss to her lips before going to grab the food.

She didn’t like thinking of him leaving, especially so soon after they moved in together. It’s one of the reasons she kept putting of the conversation every time Jisung tried to bring it up. Living with Jisung was a dream come true, it was living without him that she didn’t like. Living in the house they shared while he was traveling the world, living out of a suitcase. Life would feel emptier than when she lived alone in a small apartment. Only her stuff cluttering the walls and the floors. But now it’s both his and hers.

Their closet is filled with their clothes together. His shoes are at the front door beside hers. Knick knacks they have both collected over the years filled shelves and other empty spaces. Books. Movies. Albums. It wasn’t just hers anymore. It was theirs. And he would soon leave for months at a time, leaving her alone with his stuff, and she wasn’t ready for that.

But she’d still have his facetime calls, their virtual dates whenever he had the time. She knows she’ll still wake up to hundreds of texts from him talking about how much he misses her. How he can’t wait to come back to her. And now he’ll say he can’t wait to come home to her.

That was the winning argument for her. I know I’ll be gone a lot. But I’ll always come back to you. I will always come home to you.

“Delicious food for the most beautiful woman in the world.” Jisung announced as he walked back into the living room, placing the takeout on the coffee table, pressing another kiss to her lips as he did so. “Did you decide on a movie?” He took his spot beside her, unpacking the food onto the table as she told him to decide between 3 different movies.

When the movie was finished and the food was gone, they made their way to bed, agreeing to wake up early to unpack some more before Jisung went into work. He watched her from the bed they now shared as she went through her nightly routine, completely enamoured with her. Like he was falling in love all over again.

She pretended like she didn’t know he was watching, trying not to smile with his eyes on her, but she couldn’t help herself, glancing over at him laying on their bed, an arm behind his head, his legs crossed at the ankles, wearing only his boxers as he stared at her.

This was the life younger her always dreamed of. The love she had always wanted. She wanted someone to look at her the way Jisung is looking at her now, love her in all the ways Jisung does. Live a comfortable, domestic, white picket fence kind of life. And she wonders why she put this off for so long.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” She giggles as she crawls into bed beside him. He immediately pulls her closer, tucking hair behind her ear before kissing her. And then he kisses her again. He just can’t get enough. Loves the feeling of her lips on his. Loves seeing the red tinge on her cheeks when he pulls away despite them being together for years.

“You are so beautiful. Most beautiful girl in the world and I swear I’m the luckiest guy to have you.” He whispered with a smile. “I’m so in love with you and I can’t wait to grow old with you in this house.”

“Stop.” She playfully swatted his hands away from her face. “You’re going to make me cry.” He pulled her closer to him, one arm wrapped around her waist, while the other laid her head on his chest and he ran his fingers through her hair. “I’m in love with you too, Sung.” She whispered before falling asleep, Jisung falling asleep not too long after.

She was already awake, softly singing along to the music playing from her phone as she made breakfast for her and Jisung, by the time he rolled out of bed, shuffling into the kitchen. His hair was sticking up and he was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and she just admired him. This was something she could get used to. “Good morning, handsome.” She walked towards him, handing him a cup of coffee before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?” She nodded and he gave her a quick peck before taking a sip of the coffee she made for him. “Did you need help with breakfast?”

“It’s almost finished. Could you finish sorting through the open box in the living room though? By the time you’re finish with that, breakfast should be served.” He nodded but didn’t go without one more kiss from her lips, saying he needed the extra boost.

It was a box of his things from the dorms, though some of her things were mixed in as well from all the nights she stayed. It was actually Chan that had suggested that Jisung go look for a house for the two of them to move into together. She had been spending more time at the dorms than her own apartment. He was calling her over almost every night, complaining that he couldn’t sleep without her.

Moving out of the dorms hadn’t even occurred to him before then. He had always thought that they would live together until they were finished with being Stray Kids, but the second Chan mentioned living with Y/n, it was all Jisung could think about.

A part of him knows he’ll miss living with his best friends. He knows that the honeymoon phase will fade. They’ll have petty arguments and severe fights that will lead to tears and slammed doors. But he knows the good will always outweigh the bad. As long as he has her by his side, whatever the fight was about won’t matter.

He sorts through the box, chucking to himself at the random belongings of hers that he kept. Hair ties, scrunchies, bobby pins, pens, a nail file. Small things he’s sure she had more of, things she could easily replace, but he liked seeing her things mixed with his, so he kept every small thing she left behind. Things that seemed to have no significance to her made his days so much better, especially when he missed her.

“Breakfast is ready.” She pops her head into the living room as she speaks, and then she sees the floral scrunchie that’s now around his wrist, and she smiles. “Is that mine?” His cheeks turn red as he goes to remove it, but she quickly stops him. “I like the way it looks on you. Let’s go eat.” She laces her fingers with his and leads him to the dining table she set up with all the food she made.

She plans out their morning as they eat, looking over at him for confirmation every once in a while, but he’s just in complete awe of her. He just watches as she eats and lists the things she wants done before he heads into the studio for the day. Something so simple, but it has him smiling to himself, wondering how he could have gotten so lucky to have her.

“I love you.” He blurts out randomly, stopping her mid sentence, and she just stares at him, her mouth still partially open. And then she smiles, leaning in to kiss him, and she tells him she loves him too.

It’s one of his favourite things about her. The way he can show his love in all the ways he’s used to, with suffocating cuddles, random declarations of love, and far too many kisses, and she reciprocates every single time.

She’s never made him feel too clingy or too needy like past lovers. For every hug and kiss he gives her, she gives him one in return. For every string of I miss you texts, she sends a bunch of texts back. He finally found his perfect match. No one else will love him the way she does, and he wouldn’t want anyone else anyway. It’s her, or it’s no one.

“So how’s married life treating you?” Changbin teased as soon as Jisung walked in. But it didn’t bother Jisung in the slightest because he was the happiest he’s been in a while. He spent the morning with the love of his life, eating breakfast with her, unpacking more of their boxes, planning their future. He was walking on cloud nine.

“Looking at that smile, I’m going to say it’s treating him pretty well.” Chan chuckled, clapping Jisung on the shoulder. “We going to get some good love songs out of this?”

“I already have six.” Jisung said as he pulled out his phone, seeing that his girlfriend had sent him a couple texts telling him to have a good day, and a picture of the espresso set up she was working on when he left. He sent a quick reply before pulling up his notes app, showing Chan and Changbin a few of the songs he was working on.

It was business as usual, but everyone could see the difference in Jisung. He carried himself with an air of confidence he hasn’t had in a long time. His head was held high and his smile never left his face. A few of the members tried to tease him for being so whipped, but he brushed them off.

He pulled out his phone, showing off the amazing things his girlfriend was doing while he was at work. All the furniture she put together by herself. He would brag about it to anyone that would listen, show them all the pictures she was sending him throughout the day, and as much as everyone wanted to tell him to shut up, no one wanted to dim the light radiating from him.

“Honey I’m home!” He announced as he walked through the door, his girlfriend poking her head out from the kitchen before running into his arms and pressing a kiss to his lips. “This place is already feeling like home.” He smiled into her lips, pulling her in for a couple more kisses before she pulled away, giggling that she needed to get back to the food before it burned.

“How was work?” She asked as she situated herself in front of the stove while Jisung sat at the island, watching her with his doe eyes, completely enamoured with her. He told her about the teasing from the boys, but how it didn’t bother him because he gets to come home to her.

And it all felt right. Coming home from a long day at work to his girlfriend cooking for him, asking about his day, updating him about what she did. He could spend the rest of his life living like this and he would be a happy man. The happiest man to ever exist.

“I love you.” She turned to look at him.

“So suddenly?” She giggled. He just shrugged.

“It just felt like the right moment to say it.” He stood up from his spot and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I love you so much and I’m so happy I get to spend the rest of my life saying it.”

She turned her head just enough to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “I love you too, Sungie.”

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rockyroadkylers · 11 months

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Weekend WIP game

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more).

Thank you @happiness-of-the-pursuit for tagging me! (technically you tagged my main, @mainstreamelectricalparade, but this is my RWRB blog, so I'm responding here, LOL)

1. WIP List:

(bolding stuff I'm actively working on, since now that I've finished my current project, most of these are still in the very early stages 😂)

It's Nice to Have a Friend sequel (canon-divergent childhood friends-to-lovers AU)

INTHAF tabloid/social media companion fic

Actor AU enemies-to-friends-to-lovers (child actor Alex, non-actor Henry, technically)

the Bond AU (actually also an actor AU where Henry has the opportunity to follow in his father's footsteps and be the next generation's James Bond... but so does Alex 👀)

Tangled AU (Henry is Rapunzel, Alex is Flynn, you can guess where that's going)

I technically have other WIPs, but they're from a different fandom and thinking about them doesn't really spark joy right now, so I'm not going to include them here 😅

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

Um... I think the child actor Alex outline is currently longer than any of the others, and I have the opening scene written for it, so I'll say that one 😂

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

Ooh... at this stage, it's so hard to tell! It could honestly be any of them, I haven't even started working on some of them properly, yet, so I have no idea if they'll be oneshots or fully-fledged longfics. Currently, my best guess would be the sequel for the childhood friends AU, but... that could change.

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

I wouldn't say I have a favorite, yet... I've done the most outlining for the child actor Alex AU, just because we had a full-on conversation about it in the server, so a lot of the hard work was done for me 😂 I'm joking, obviously, I still have a lot of work to do, but the server gave me some great ideas, so I'm very excited about that fic. A close second is the childhood friends sequel, though, because that AU is my baby <3

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

Hmm... A little nervous about the Tangled AU, maybe? I'm not sure why, I just find fics based on movies to be difficult, because I want to stay true to the story, but also make put my own spin on it and make it just different enough that it's not, like, an exact replica. I also have to find ways to work around the scenes with singing and dancing in them 😂 but that will be the easy part, tbh.

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

Maybe the childhood friends AU tabloid/social media fic? I've never really done anything like it before. I have to come up with a whole bunch of headlines, write excerpts of news articles, make social media posts, and tie them all together neatly in a cohesive timeline that ties into the original fic. I've maybe bitten off more than I can chew, but there's no pressure to get anything posted before I'm ready! I think people are more excited for the sequel, anyway 🤭

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

Umm... I might not get a full-on beta, but the sequel for the childhood friends AU isn't just going to be about Alex and Henry's budding romantic relationship, it's also going to be continuing to deal with topics such as the aftermath of Arthur's death, Bea's experience with rehab, Henry starting therapy, and so on, so I'll probably ask some friends from the server to check some stuff over if there's anything I'm not sure about.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

Technically, no, because I've barely gotten started on any of them 😂

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

None of my WIPs have OCs, yet (though I imagine that will change once I really get into the actual writing), but my fully-posted fic, It's Nice to Have a Friend, has two: Robert, Catherine's equerry, and Judy, the head cook at Kensington Palace. I love them both, tbh, a mother could never choose a favorite child 😊

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

lmao, I don't write sexy stuff 😂 The sexiest thing I've ever written is a brief moment in the epilogue of It's Nice to Have a Friend, where I blink-and-you-miss-it implied that Alex and Henry had sex after getting engaged 😂

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

That's probably gonna be the sequel 😅 I'm gonna make it as fluffy as I can, but it's gonna be an immediate continuation following chapter 10 of It's Nice to Have a Friend, which means long distance. Plus, like I said in question 7, Henry's still got his grief and Bea's recovery to work through, so it's not going to be the smoothest ride.

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

There's no way not to make this sound like a humble brag but I've gotten a lot of comments on It's Nice to Have a Friend that have told me my characterizations are really good, so assuming I'm consistent in the sequel, that will probably remain true there, as well. Although, the two enemies to lovers AUs I have... I don't have any interactions between the boys written down for either of those fics, yet, but that's pretty on-brand for them 😂

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

Uhhh... not entirely sure what this means 😅 Like, overall universe setting, or like a specific scene? I think either way I'm gonna have to go with the childhood friends AU, because I'm just completely in love with it. I can't help it, that AU is my baby 😂 Although I am getting super into the child actor Alex AU, as well!!!

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

DEFINITELY the childhood friends AU! I spent five weeks writing the original fic, and I've been thinking about a sequel for at least two. I only started actually outlining it after I finished writing the first one, but there's no way I can say I've worked harder on anything else, even though the original fic and the sequel are technically two separate fics.

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

The sequel 😂 I can't help it, It's Nice to Have a Friend is the fic that made me fall back in love with writing, and I'm positive that the sequel will continue that legacy. Although I'm feeling really good about the way the child actor Alex AU is turning out, as well!

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

Uh... maybe? Except, I couldn't really tell if it was just a vague, generic Alex and Henry dream, or if I was actually dreaming about them in the childhood friends 'verse.....

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

Well, yeah, I mean, before I started writing for RWRB, I was almost exclusively a platonic fluff writer in the Iron Dad fandom (just check my Ao3 page 😂), so almost everything more complex than a toddler with an ear infection adds a new challenge for me, but I'm loving it, so far.

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

Uh... I'll get back to you on that when I actually have stuff written for any of them 😂 the Tangled AU will probably be pretty funny, though.

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

Yeah! The child actor Alex AU will actually have a lot of Arthur's POV, because in that fic he kind of takes Alex under his wing, both as an acting mentor and as a sort of father figure when Alex needs someone to turn to in the wake of his parents' divorce, so you'll get to see a lot of Arthur's thoughts and feelings as Alex and Henry get to know each other.

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

Um... one of the boys is gonna be a Bond Girl, and I'm not telling you which one.

A tag per WIP - I'm still relatively new to this fandom, so I don't know a ton of people's URLs yet, but I'll do my best!

@affectionatelyrs, @inexplicablymine, @read-and-write-, and um... I genuinely don't know anyone's URLs, so I'll just leave it open 😂 if you see this somehow and you're like, "hey, Ky, why didn't you tag ME?" I tagged you in my heart, I just don't know where to find you 😭

#weekend wip game #tag game #my writing #my wips #rwrb #firstprince

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girl-of-many-fandoms · 3 years

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Could you write an imagine for Deacon Kay, please. You have full creative freedom for plot.

Sweet Angel

Pairing: Deacon Kay x Reader

Summary: Losing things in life is never easy

Warnings: mention of blood, miscarriage TW, grief

Please don't ever give me creative freedom again 🥺

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“Honey, have you seen Leo’s favourite rattle?” gripping onto the kitchen sink I doubled over in pain, unable to make a sound from the stabbing pain in my abdomen. Deacon’s large hand rested on the small of my back as he caught me before I could hit the deck.

“Babe, what is it, what’s hurting?” his calm nature was completely changed into a state of panic as he tried to assess me. I couldn’t speak from the intense pain I’m experiencing. Hot liquid ran down the inside of my thighs and since I’m wearing a dress, it got on the kitchen floor.

“Babe you’re bleeding, we have to take you to a hospital.”

I didn’t register him moving me from the kitchen to helping me into the car as I was only focused on the baby that I’m miscarrying with each passing second. My heart feels like it’s been torn out of my chest and then chopped into millions of pieces.

This isn’t supposed to happen, why is this happening?

“Mommy, why you sad?” my five year old boy asked as his father buckled him into his booster seat. I tried to force a smile with the tears running down my face as I turned to look at him.

“Mommy’s okay, I just have a really bad tummy ache.”

Thank God he’s young and doesn’t know what’s happening. Deacon and I were planning on telling him about his baby brother or sister tonight before we start watching movies but life has other plans I guess.

What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him right?

Deacon got us to the hospital in record time, he got out of the car and came over to my side, taking me into his arms. He told Leo to stay put before walking towards the entrance with me, a nurse immediately came over with a wheelchair and I zoned out while he did all the talking.

“Hey Deac, looks like we’re going to be a family of four.” grinning like an idiot I held up the positive pregnancy test for him to see as I sat on his lap.

“We’re having another one?” still in denial he took the test from my hand to get a better look at it himself, his grin matching mine as the news fully registers in his brain. He dropped the test and cupped either side of my face, leaning forward to kiss me.

“You’re really pregnant.”

“Yeah, I hope you’re ready to get back to changing diapers and late night feedings.”

“Bring it on.”

Before I had gotten lucky with Leo, Deacon and I had struggled to conceive so I guess after I gave birth to him I thought that maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t have had that struggle again. So when I got those two lines on the pregnancy test, we both were overjoyed, ready for our little family to grow.

The medical team did their respective jobs and after an exam the doctor officially declared that I lost my baby ten weeks into the pregnancy. He also went on to say other things but I just rolled onto my side and cuddled into my little boy who was oblivious to what’s happening around him.

I just listened to him singing a nursery rhyme while he played with my hair and face. Deacon gently rubbed my back that’s facing him, trying to comfort me now more than ever. The doctor left and that’s when I broke down into tears.

In this very moment I hated my body for not being able to do the one thing it was meant to do, I hated the fact that I couldn’t get to meet my baby, I hated myself for thinking that I’d be able to have another after Leo.

My husband hugged me as best as he could and kissed the back of my cheek, his teardrops hitting my skin.

“It’s alright baby, I’ve got you.”

I don't know how I'm going to cope with this but as long as I have my husband I'll pull through, correction, we'll pull through this together.

Doesn't mean we'll ever forget out sweet angel.

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S.W.A.T. Taglist:

@dorks2022 @mirabee @blackcat420

#deacon kay x ofc #deaconkayimagine #deacon kay imagine #deacon kay x reader #deacon kay #swat taglist #swat imagine #swat cbs #jim street x reader #jim street imagine #victor tan x oc #victor tan smut #victor tan x reader #victor tan

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iwadori · 3 years

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Haikyu Boys when they neglect you for another girl PT 2(Oikawa)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Word count: 2.1K

Genre: angst,fluff

Oikawa:

You Oikawa and Iwaizumi have been best friends for as long as you can remember

You thought that Iwaizumi liked you, but all thoughts of that left your head once Oikawa confessed to you when you were in your last year of middle school.

You and Oikawa started dating you in highschool in your first year and have been inseperable ever since.

You and Oikawa were as opposite as you were the same making you a perfect match.

It was the first day of your final term of your third year. You and Oikawa were planning to go the same university but to do that you obviously need to pass your entrance exams so you fully immersed in your studies.

You have been the manager of Seijoh since your first year, but because of how time consuming it is and you now fully want to focus on your studies you decided to step down from your title. However, you still were fully supportive of the team making sure to go to every one of their games and even coming to majority of their practices with your textbooks and notes with you.

It seems someone took your place as the manager, yet you don’t know who as have been so busy all you could do in finding your replacement was stick up some posters telling whoever wanted the job to talk to the coaches. But you hope the new manager is at least half as good as you.

You decide after school, you were going to take a break from studying so you went to go to the gym to see your boyfriend and the guys at practice. When you enter, you see all the boys fussing and fanning over someone who you couldn’t tell who it was.

You spot Iwaizumi away from the crowd tying his laces, when you approach him he looks up and smiles fondly at you, “Hey Y/N” he says schooching over so you can sit next to him.

“Hey Haji” you say ruffling his hair playfully “Who’s the celebrity?”

“Oh Ririka-san” he responds “The new manager” when he says this he slightly scowls, but you don’t quite catch it as your focus is on your boyfriend who is being his usual boastful self infront of who you presume is ‘Ririka-san.’

As the group disperses, they all approach you with Oikawa lifting you up and spinning you obnoxiously making you laugh at his action. “Well hello to you to Tooru” you say kissing him on the cheek.

You look in front of you and there was Ririka with her hand extended out for you to shake “Hi I'm Yagami Ririka” she says “But you can call me Ririka, you’re Y/N right?”

You shake her hand quickly dropping it responding with a dry “hi.” Oikawa notices the awkward atmosphere that you created with your response and decides to drag you away to show you his serves. You weren’t fully focused on your boyfriend, with your eyes occasionally drifting to the new girl who seemed to give you a bad vibe from your first introduction.

Practice ends, and Oikawa walks you home (per usual.) Once you are at home, you decide to social stalk Ririka to see if you can find something to confirm your suspicions on her. You’re claims weren’t based on anything besides a vibe but since she is apparently in your year and always has been you find it weird that you haven’t heard a word about her all until now. You don’t find anything on her, besides her being as ‘perfect’ as she seems.

As you and Oikawa walk home together again from the next day’s practice, you were hoping that he shared your same concerns about Seijohs manager but when you ask “Kawa.. Don't you think Ririka-san is a bit odd?”

He looks at you curiously, smiles and says “No of course not, Rii-chan is fine”

‘Rii-chan’ you think, a slight pang of jealousy surges through you at the use of this newfound nickname

“In some ways she reminds me of you, you know?” he says chuckling, but you weren’t listening focused on the name he just called her.

“Rii-chan, huh?” you say

“It’s just a nickname Y/N, I give them to everone, you know that Y/N” he says

“Yeah yeah I know Kawa, I was just overthinking that’s all” you lie, you knew Oikawa gave everyone a nickname but this one definitely stuck on your mind then all of others and although you can admit your jealousy but there was something else bothering you.

“Well don’t overthink too much” Oikawa says giving you a kiss on the forehead “Don’t want to heart your pretty head about it.” Oikawa then lets you enter your house before taking off to his own.

Over the next few weeks, you are mainly focused on your studies, barely having any time to be with your boyfriend at all. However, if you did even have the time to spend with Oikawa, he was definitely not available since all his time was now with ‘Rii-chan,’ whenever you asked him to hang out with you or to go on dates he always used the excuse of ‘Rii-chan needs help with the schedule and since IM THE CAPTAIN I have to help’ or ‘Rii-chan has no friends in our year, and since it seems that YOU don’t want to befriend her im doing the nice thing by becoming her friend’ and with that you always wanted to reply with ‘maybe no one wants to be her friend because she’s such a bitch’ but you held your tounge.

Today you were fed up with your boyfriends lack of being around and decided to go to his house in the hopes that you can watch a movie or do something together. When you get there, you knock on his door and you hear him shout “Come up it’s open,” was he expecting you or something?

You go upstairs to his bedroom, where you know he’ll be and to your surprise when you open the door in his room it is basically set up like a movie date with food and snacks and a bunch of dvd’s and blankets set up on the floor. ‘Was he planning on you to be here?’ you think.

“Rii-chan you made I-” says Oikawa, stopping hisself when he sees that it’s not his beloved Rii-chan but only you his girlfriend Y/N.

“What the fuck Oikawa?” you ask

“It is NOT what it looks like Y/N” he says standing up abruptly to approach you but you step back.

“Umm.. So it’s not my boyfriend of 3 years about to have a movie date with his manager after barely speaking to me, his GIRLFRIEND, for the past month?” you say folding you arms “ Did I get that right or am I missing something here?”

“Yes.. I mean No” he stammers “ It’s not a date at all, it’s just that Rii-chan say’s she never watched *insert your favourite movie here* and I thought it would be nice if I show it too her”

“Whatever you say ‘kawa” you say rolling your eyes, this seem to annoy Oikawa as he then sits back down harshly and says,

“God Y/N, ever since you met Rii-chan you’ve been so hostile for once can you not be a bitch! Me and her are just friends.” His aggressive tone shocks both you and him but he doesn’t seem to stop “All I'm saying is, you always wonder why me and Iwa-chan were your friends, haven’t you thought it was because you’re such a judgemental bitch”

By now you were fed up, so you turn your back to Oikawa ready to leave the room but first you say “ Oikawa, I love you I always have, but I can’t be with you anymore especially since you can’t even see what’s going on. Remember when we used to have movie dates when we were ‘just friends” Your response leaves Oikawa with his eyes wide open since he didn’t expect you to basically break up with him, he thought this was a minor argument. Before he can speak, the door burst open and in comes Ririka who exclaims “Tooru! Im ready to watch M-….oh”

“I guess I’d be taking my leave now” you say with tears in your eyes “Goodbye Oikawa this was fun”

It’s been a while since the confrontation at Oikawa’s house and the school was a buzz since after hearing the news of yours and Oikawas break up the school immediately focused their attention on both Ririka and Oikawa the rumours of them being together spread like wildfire. However, to your surprise Oikawa apparently always combated the rumours claiming that him and Ririka were just ‘good friends and will stay that way.’

But you could care less, you still supported the team going to all the games they had making sure to stay clear away Oikawa and Ririka. You don’t go to the practices anymore since you didn’t want to submerge yourself in sweat and bad vibes anymore.

Graduation came and you were very happy, you could finally get out of this place. Once you get through the ceremony and all the boring stuff you go to the gym for one final ‘goodbye’ but before you have a chance to leave you are stopped by Iwaizumi

“Hey Y/N” he says “how have you been?”

“I’ve been good, pretty ‘busy’” you respond

“Busy as in, avoiding Oikawa at every cost” he says making you laugh “Come sit down with me for a second” to which you do sitting next to him on the gym bench.

You and Iwaizumi then spend the next hour reminiscing about all your past antics and stories making you laugh and smile fondly at all the nostalgia. After all your talk you pull out your phone to take a picture and you hear Iwaizumi whisper “He never deserved you” so quietly that you almost don’t catch what he says.

Before you could respond in comes Oikawa of course panting “Y/N! Thank god you’re still hear I need to talk to you!”

You look at Iwaizumi expecting him to say something but all his does is pull you into a tight hug and says “Goodbye Y/N I’ll miss you” he gets up and exits the room shouting “Make sure to answer my calls” making you chuckle.

Oikawa approaches you and sits in the spot that Iwaizumi does, he takes a deep breath and begins to stay “Y/N, you were right I was wrong. I am an idiot... Rii- I mean Ririka she tried to kiss me. Im sorry”

“Oikawa, you are right.. You're an idiot, but it shouldn’t of had to take me breaking up with you and Ririka trying to get with you to realise that I was right. Why did you even come here to tell me this, so I knew I was right? You didn’t need to confirm my suspicions I knew all along Oikawa”

You stand up to leave, hoping to find Iwaizumi before he goes home but Oikawa stops you. “Y/N I-I want to be with you, to go back to being how we were … don’t you want that”

“Oikawa...” you grab his hands “I love you, I always have and I always will... but I think we both know we aren’t meant to be.. Things haven’t been the best with us even before Ririka came along, it just took her to make us really notice it.”

“It’s him isnt it?” he says with tears in his eyes

“I think so... maybe it’s always been him I don’t know but we know how he is especially when we were 15 I guess you just got me to me first,” you say with tears in your eyes also

Oikawa pulls you into a hug and whispers in your ear “Go get him Y/N” you look at him and smile and nod you head “We will still be friends Tooru.”

You race out of the gym to look for Iwaizumi and you suddenly bump into him since he didn’t actually move he was there the whole time and it seems your indirect confession made him tear up too. “I love you Y/N” he pulls you into a hug which you return then pulls you into a deep kiss.

In the end, you and Iwaizumi do become boyfriend and gifriend still keeping Tooru as your good friend. You all also end up going to the same University and you and Iwaizumi live the rests of your lifes together as the ‘perfect’ couple with yours and Toorus relationship as a laughable memory.

AUTHORS NOTE: Please don’t hate me for this ending!! I had a bad day sooo I decided to switch things up please give me feedback on what you think !!

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyu angst #haikyuu fluff #oikawa headcanons #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa fluff #oikawa angst #oikawa scenarios #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi scenarios #iwazumi imagines #iwaizumi angst #signedwithane😌

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comfortscripts · 3 years

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May I Have This Dance? ¬ Steve Rogers

Plot - After retiring his shield, Steve's partner realises that he seems to be missing something.

Requested? Yes/No

Genre - ☁️️Fluff ☁️️

Note/Warning - Steve didn't return to Peggy after Endgame (I refuse to accept that ending honestly), I think this is GN but please let me know if I have used fem!pronouns, also the reader wears a dress in this so if you are uncomfortable with that be aware.

Word Count - 1.7k

After your husband Steve retired from the superhero living, life seemed dull in his eyes. You could see that his once vibrant baby blues had lost their sparkle, their joy for life.

Whilst him having more time meant that your relationship thrived, Steve was missing something and you were missing him being truly happy.

It was Sunday and a rule of the Rogers relationship is that Sunday was an "Old School Day".

No technology, no going to the city and no current news or media of any kind.

It took a while to get use to but you soon learned to love it because it meant that you had the whole day with your soulmate, no distractions. But today was different, there was one thing that had taken up your entire focus all day.

A few days prior, you were in line at the supermarket when you spotted a flyer.

DANCE YOURSELF BACK TO THE 40s!

Have you ever wondered what a 40s dance was like?

Well if the answer is yes, get yourself down to the Michaelton Hall this Sunday at 7:30pm

The cashier was a motherly looking woman in her late 60s named Dorothy, her family had owned the supermarket here since the 1920s and being a cashier here was her first job. Twice a week she would come down and "relive her youth" as her husband always jokes.

"I thought that might catch your eye" Dorothy spoke after watching you inspect the flyer. "The old music, the clothes and just that feeling of a simpler time. I'm hoping to convince William to take me but getting him to dress up like a princess is more likely than getting him to dance."

You laugh at the woman's joke but mainly at the idea of William in a frilly dress. William and Dorothy had been married for 52 years but the only time William ever danced with her was on their wedding night, a story that you thought was sad but Dora took it in her stride.

"Well I am thinking that this might be a good way to get Steve out of his funk, even for only a night" You say with a wistful look on your face whilst piling fruit into your shopping bag.

"What a wonderful idea my dear!" Dorothy exclaimed whilst scanning the final item "There is a quaint little vintage store about half a mile out of town, I am sure you'd find a dress to knock Steve's socks off"

Smiling at the woman, you hand her some cash before taking one last look at the flyer "You are like a fairy godmother Dora. Have a lovely day and hopefully see you at the dance".

By the next morning, you were keen to start prepping for the Sunday surprise. Giving your husband a kiss goodbye, you headed off to 'run some errands'.

First stop was buying the tickets, then that left you with finding the perfect 40s dress.

You headed out of town to the vintage store Dorothy mentioned but you were not prepared for how beautiful the shop was. Flowers in corners all over the place, fairy-lights decorated the clothing racks and old pieces of sparkling jewellery was displayed throughout the store.

You could have spent hours in there, it felt like a visual time machine but it seemed luck was on your side. As you strolled further into the store, you noticed a stunning pastel floor-length satin dress with light embellishments near the sleeves. That was exactly what you needed.

Everything was ready. Tickets were bought, dress was found and Steve's old military suit was ready to be worn. All you had to do now was keep it from your husband till Sunday.

Making it to Sunday evening was difficult, you had nearly exposed the plans twice but thankfully Steve believed the excuses you came up with. But now it was time to get ready.

"My love, guess what I found the other day in the attic" You call out to your super-solider husband. "Your old army uniform. Perfect condition as well".

Handing the outfit to Steve, you see his eyes light up with the memories of his time back in the 1940s. Although he looked only slightly older than he did the last time he wore it, it was like looking back in time.

"Wow, I didn't think I would ever see this again." He spoke caressing the material.

"Steve, do you think you could maybe try it on again? I would love to have a glimpse of what use to be the fashion" You asked carefully, trying to make sure he didn't suspect anything else.

A small smile graced his face. "Of course, I probably would have wanted to try it on either way" And with a laugh, he headed upstairs to suit up.

Whilst the super-solider was getting ready, you slipped into your dress and quickly slipped on an oversized shirt which made it look like you were wearing a long skirt and t-shirt. Applying a bit of makeup before double checking that your purse was ready with the tickets, car keys and some other essentials.

Hearing footsteps descend your staircase, you turn around to a fully suited and confident looking Steve Rogers. This man has managed to make you fall more in love every day for the past 6 years but in this moment, he took your breath away.

"You look so handsome. How did I ever get lucky enough to call you my husband?" You express as you reach up to lay the corner of his collar down. Even though you compliment your husband all the time, Steve still flushes a bit red at the sweet words.

Leaning in to give him a small kiss, you suddenly remember that you are on a time constraint. You pull back with a mischievous grin dancing on your face.

"Oh no, I know that face. What have you done?" Steve asks with a little chuckle. Instead of responding, you grab his hand and head out to the car. After instructing him to get into the passenger seat, you settle yourself in the driver's seat and start the car whilst Steve sits beside you watching like he was trying to solve a puzzle - the puzzle being you.

"I have a surprise for you but I am going to need you to put this blindfold on whilst I drive us there" With a grin on your face and your hand offering a silk blue blindfold to your incredibly confused but handsome husband.

Cautiously Steve reaches for the blindfold and puts it on, he would trust you with his life so why not trust you with a small surprise.

After driving for 15 minutes or so, Steve feels the car stop and turn off.

"Wait one second" You say before he hears you open your door.

Bubbling with excitement you quickly discard of your t-shirt, place some kitten heels on and apply a sultry shade of red on your lips before throwing anything you don't need in the trunk.

Walking over to Steve's side of the car, you calm your nerves slightly with a deep breathe. Opening the passenger door, you take a hold of Steve's hand and carefully guide him towards the entrance of the hall.

Sounds of Moonlight Serenade songs fill his ears as he enters, still completely oblivious to his partner's scheme. He notices that it is far warmer in this area and that he can smell a mix of perfume and whiskey.

"Okay baby, when I count to 3, you can take off your blindfold" You finally say.

"1"

"2"

"3"

As Steve removes the silk blocking his vision and is immediately hit with a feeling of nostalgia. The hall looked like something out of his memories; men and women dressed in 40s fashion dancing the night away, a small band playing all the most popular songs from the decade he yearned for, men who reminded him of Bucky trying to pick up girls at the bar.

Steve thought that he was blown away until he saw his Y/N. The person who made life worth living, who made everything seem light again. There they stood, looking like they had just walked off the silver screen from an old movie. Steve never really believed that he could live such a happy life but somewhere along the way, he must have done something right because now he is married to an angel.

Walking up to you, he placed his hands on your waist and looked deep into your eyes. Drowning in Steve's ocean blue eyes was a favourite past-time of yours but this felt more than that.

"I noticed you have been a bit down since you gave up the shield and I couldn't see you frown anymore." You whisper quietly as if you were nervous that this plan wouldn't work.

"I know I say it constantly but I love you, Y/N Rogers. Your kindness, your care, your effortless beauty, you." Steve recited, filling every word with pure love and appreciation. "Sometimes I think that I am no one if I am not Captain America or I don't belong in this world but you. You, Y/N, you made me realise that you are my home, not the past. You are the only one I need in this life-time or any other life-time because you taught me who I am beyond the shield."

Tears start to well up in your eyes as you hang off his every word.

"This dance is amazing but what makes me happy is that I get to spend tonight and every night with my soulmate" Steve takes a step back and extends his hand. "So, may I have this dance my darling?"

Reaching for his hand, you make your way onto the dance floor amongst the other couples. As the song dies down, Stella by Frank Sinatra starts filling the hall with a romantic atmosphere and you feel Steve place his hand on your hip before placing another in your hand. This was truly a night to remember.

As you sway with your husband, you let your eyes wander to the other dancing couples and near the centre of the dance floor, you spot Dorothy and William smiling and swaying like teenagers again.

All you can do is hope that you and Steve will be dancing together when you are old and grey.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x you #captain america #captain america x you #captain america x reader #steve rogers fluff #captain america imagine #steve rogers fic #captain america fic #marvel imagine #steve rogers oneshot #captain america oneshot

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hellotvshowtrash · 4 years

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Say You Love Me

Request from @perriexlover: Okay so since I'm a sucker for Elijah, can you write a fluffy smut¿?; like where it's reader' first time and she's super nervous cause she's never been in a relationship before and she doesn't want to let him down. And maybe it's their first anniversary? [sorry if it's a mess] thank you, love ❤️

A/N: First of all, this is such a sweet prompt. I hope you enjoy this, i kind of took some liberty with the request, so it might not be exactly what you wanted and it’s not super smutty but like it’s fluffy smut so. I very much enjoy sweet Elijah and yeah i kinda just wanna go on a date w him!

Warnings: fluffy smut, first time sex, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP MY DUDES)

Word count: 2.6k

Elijah x female!reader

A hum escaped her lips as his fingers danced over her skin, gently leaving a trail of goosebumps where he touched her. Elijah kissed her, on her lips, her chin, her neck, her ear, everywhere she needed him. Her vision came in flashes as she opened her eyes in surprise and closed them again in pleasure. Her hand gripped the sheets beneath her, the other tangling in his dark hair.

Her eyes opened slowly as she exhaled another soft moan. Slowly waking, she realized she had been dreaming, one of the more intense dreams she had been having as of late. She blinked slowly, awkwardly becoming aware of her boyfriend watching her from his position in the bed next to her. His head was rested in his hand, propped up as he laid on his side looking at her. A small, amused smile danced on his lips. She grinned embarrassedly, her hands coming up to her face and covering her blushed cheeks as she laughed at herself.

"Good morning, beautiful," he smiled at her.

"Good morning," she giggled. She peeked at him through her fingers. He chuckled and grabbed one of her hands and kissed it. Elijah had been nothing but a gentleman this past year. He made sure she was comfortable with everything, and they took the relationship at her pace. Lately, she'd had her mindset on their one year anniversary being their first time together. They had slept together - however, it was in the same bed and fully clothed whenever he stayed the night with her. Tonight she decided that she wanted him to know that she wanted to be with him. The thought of being with Elijah in her entirety made her heart flutter. He smiled at her again.

"Are you ready for tonight?" He asked her quietly. He hadn't known what she'd been planning, except for the obvious dreams she'd been having. He had to have had some idea at this point. He was planning something entirely different, and she wasn't allowed to know until that night. She huffed playfully at him.

"I wish you'd just tell me what you're planning," she winked, but she enjoyed being surprised and she knew he enjoyed spoiling her.

He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in close. "You will find out, darling, but for now," he nuzzled into her hair, "let's just stay like this," he whispered into her neck and sent shivers up her spine.

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Elijah spent the day doting on her, taking care of every need and want as they came, starting with making her favourite breakfast, followed by spending the day shopping for anything she could possibly want. Every time she looked at him, his eyes were on her, following her movements and making her blush.

"You're staring," She commented finally while she was looking through a rack of shirts in a nearby boutique.

He chuckled in response. "How could I not?" He moved toward her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind her, "You're just so beautiful. I'm so lucky," He moved his lips to her ear and she blushed again.

She turned around in his arms and placed hers around his neck. "I'm the lucky one. I love nothing more than spending time with you," She lifted herself onto her tip-toes and placed a small kiss on his lips. She used the "L" word but not in the context he was hoping for. Even after a year, that had some very important firsts to get to. He grinned at her and kissed her again.

"Let's go home. I want you to see what I've planned," He pulled away and grabbed her hand.

"Ahh, so shopping was a distraction?" Y/N smiled as she was pulled along.

"Not entirely," He stopped abruptly in front of the sleepwear clothing section. "Pick a pair of pajamas." He gestured to the section and she looked at him, surprised.

"Pajamas?" She stepped forward and reached for a soft pair of bottoms. "Will you be getting some as well?" She asked him.

"I've already got a pair." He smiled. Y/N lifted her eyebrows again and smiled. She browsed and chose a light pink silk pair, small shorts and a tight tank top. "Not what I had in mind, but definitely welcome," he winked at her. Her outfit was a subtle hint to him that she too was planning some things.

They returned to Y/N's small apartment, which had mostly become their shared apartment without officially deciding they lived together. Y/N was stunned to see candles lit and dainty lights were strewn about, perfectly lighting the blanket and pillow covered mattress that took up the living room floor. Blankets hung from the ceiling, creating a perfectly adult-sized fort. The lights twinkled in her eyes as she gently gasped, the smell of pizza filling her nose and she eyed the pizza box at the edge of the bed. She turned to him and grinned.

"How did you pull this off?" She asked him, breathlessly. He grinned back at her and ushered her farther into the apartment, closing the door behind them.

"I wanted our first anniversary to be a celebration of us, just between us." He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her gently. "Now go change and get comfy and I'll get the movie in."

She hummed and chuckled excitedly, "what movie are we watching?"

"I'm going to make you guess." He spun her in the direction of her bedroom and patted her butt to make her walk. She gasped and laughed at him, rolling her eyes as she made her way to the bedroom. Elijah hurried to the bathroom to change into his own pajamas, a pair of grey sweats and a white t-shirt fitted snug against his muscular figure. He exited the bathroom and got the movie prepared in the DVD player. He sat back against the pillows and blankets on the bed and waited.

Y/N exited her bedroom shyly, her confidence waning after she put on the pajamas. She was scared this was too soon, or maybe he didn't want to see her like this. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she closed the door behind her and turned to face him. She shuffled her feet anxiously as Elijah caught sight of her. His breath left his lips as he took in the sight of her, the silk pajamas flowing over her body gently, parts of her he had dreamt of seeing. She blushed and looked at the floor.

"Is it too much?" She asked quietly. He shook his head, slowly at first and then vigorously.

"Not at all. You're stunning," he complimented. He realized suddenly his sweats were getting dangerously tight, and he grabbed a blanket to conceal himself. He gestured her over and grinned at her. She really was beautiful. "I'm so lucky to be with you," he whispered as she laid down next to him. She blushed again, and got comfy at his side, legs slightly parted. She nuzzled into him, grabbing his arm and snuggling it, placing his hand on the inside of her thigh. Her breath hitched and she tried to play it off like it was nothing, but he squeezed her thigh and she hummed happily. She looked up at him and reached her hand behind his neck, pulling him into a kiss. He obliged, kissing her softly. She tugged on his hair, indicating she didn't want gentleness. He pulled away slightly.

"Y/N, I..." she shushed him as she kissed him again, more hunger built in her. He kissed her back, maintaining a gentle edge but desperation started to fill him. "Is this what you want?" He managed to whisper between kisses. She nodded quickly, grabbing his hand and moving it up her thigh, over her new silken pajamas. He took to control of his hand and gently circled just above her clit, hard enough that she could feel it but soft enough to leave her wanting more. She moaned into their kiss. That was all it took for Elijah. Her moans drove him crazy. He flipped suddenly, moving to put himself on top of her, his hand still working her over her shorts. She squealed as he moved, but slid her hands from his neck to his shoulders and over his chest.

She pulled away slightly and let her head fall back on the pillow. She locked eye with him and felt herself blush and her confidence falter. "Elijah, I... you should know," he stopped the motion with his fingers and pulled away immediately, worried he had gone too far. He sat back on the bed in front of her, not touching her. "No, it's nothing.. bad. That was nice, but you should know.. I've never done this before." She blushed and looked down, realizing how vulnerable she was. He raised an eyebrow.

"With anyone- ever?" He asked quietly. She nodded.

"I've been waiting for the right person," she said sheepishly. Elijah's heart nearly burst in his chest. A fool's grin slapped itself on his face.

"Y/N. I need to tell you something." He leaned on his knees closer to her again, moving in between her splayed out legs. Her eyes never left his as his face came inches from hers, his breath just reaching her lips. "I love you," he whispered. His eyes flickered from hers to her lips as a small smile spread across her face.

"You do?" She asked.

"I do," he answered.

"I love you, too," she whispered, "I want you to know how much I love you," She kissed him, trying to convey her desire, her passion, her love for him, but the kiss wouldn't suffice.

She moved her hands to lift her tank top above her head, her hair moving wildly about as she undressed. He paused their kiss, moving away to take in the parts of her body he had never seen before. He had waited a long time for this and it was more worth it than he could have possibly imagined it. He moved to cup his hand over her soft breast, rubbing her nipple between his fingers. She let out a soft gasp turned moan, a feeling she hadn't experienced coursing through her. Obviously, she had touched herself before, but this was different. Her head fell back on the pillows behind her. Both of his hands were on her body now, moving around her breasts, her chest, moving down to her waist. He tugged lightly at her shorts and she lifted her hips, letting him pull them off. He took a moment to drink her in, her entire body was gorgeous and he wanted to worship her. He pushed her legs open wider, her wet folds opening as he did so. He licked his lips and his eyes met hers.

"I want you to only look at me, okay? he commanded. She nodded and watched as he lowered himself onto his stomach, laying down flat with his head between her legs. Her eyes never left his as he kissed around her thighs and her labia. She gasped at the contact, her breathing labored already. His tongue licked at the sides of her opening, not quite making the contact she so desperately wanted.

"You're a tease," she gasped. He grinned wickedly, then gave her exactly what she wanted. He licked and sucked at her clit, making her head fall back again and a moan escaped her lips. His tongue explored her fully, entering her slightly and making her moans escalate. He worked her with his mouth, his eyes not leaving her face. Her moans were exactly what he wanted to hear. He picked up his pace and moved a hand up to her breast, squeezing gently. Her hand flew to his head, grasping his hair tightly as her hips bucked slightly. "Elijah," she moaned loudly. She was getting too close, and he wanted her first time to be worth remembering. He pulled away and she whimpered lightly.

"Darling, you taste divine. I want to feel you, now." He said to her. She squeaked at his commanding, lust-filled voice. He stood from the bed and began to undress. Y/N began to feel self-conscious and began to close her legs, but he stopped her. "I want to keep looking at you. You're breathtaking." She blushed and left her legs spread for him. He took her in as he took his shirt off. He began to pull down his sweats and underwear, his cock springing out of the confines. She gasped at how large he was.

"This isn't going to hurt, is it?" She whispered. He chuckled.

"If you experience any discomfort whatsoever, you tell me immediately and we'll stop." He said. She nodded as he made his way back onto the bed over her. He positioned himself just in front of her entrance, the heat emanating off her. He began to kiss her neck and chin. "I want you to enjoy this. If you want something, don't be afraid to tell me," he whispered to her. She nodded again and he began to enter her, slowly and in increments so she had time to adjust to him. She let out a low moan as he filled her, her eyes closing and her face relaxing. He moved himself in entirely and paused, waiting for her okay. She took a deep breath and nodded. He began to move slowly, thrusting in and out of her. She gasped as he picked up speed, creating a steady rhythm between them. Her hips moved naturally to meet his thrusts. Her moans came more frequently as he moved, his name leaving her lips breathlessly. It would be his undoing if he wasn't careful. He paced himself and kissed at her neck and chin, his hand moving to cup her breast again, something she seemed to enjoy very much. He slowed his pace and lowered herself down onto his elbows, his face inches from hers. He watched her intently, his eyes noting the different reactions to his movements. He dipped his head and kissed her, gently and tenderly. She moaned into his lips, then hooked her arms behind his neck and deepened their kiss, not letting him go.

"Faster, Elijah," she begged. He raised his eyebrows, but obliged, his arms still creating a cage around her head as he thrust into her faster now, the sound of skin on skin mixed with her moans filling the room. He grunted hungrily, quickly becoming unable to control himself. He kept speeding up, losing himself in her. "Elijah, I think I'm-," she began to speak but the tension she felt in the pit of her stomach snapped. A gasp took over followed by his name in long drawn out moans. Hearing his name spill from her lips like that drove him over the edge and he stilled inside of her, letting his orgasm take over. His head snapped back and he groaned as he came, filling her. He pulled in and out a few more times as they both came down, unwinding from their highs. She panted heavily and a grin broke out over her face.

"Happy anniversary, baby," he pulled out of her and kissed her before flopping onto the bed next to her.

"You love me. Say you love me again, please," she said, her grin still covering her face.

"I do love you," he smiled back at her, taking her hand in his and kissing it.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes in content, "I love you, too. Can we do that again?"

Taglist: @elijahs-wife @soul-revoir @akshi8278 @njeancastro316 @dumble-daddy @nikmikaelsonswife

#Elijah Mikaelson #Elijah x reader #Elijah Mikaelson fluff #Elijah Mikaelson smut #The Originals #Fic #smut #celebrating the election tbh

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shatterthefragments · 3 years

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#art - 77 posts

#vent - 66 posts

#saved - 64 posts

#video - 57 posts

#quizzes - 56 posts

#uquiz - 55 posts

#yes - 48 posts

#and bc i love your tags: - 46 posts

#things that make me happy - 43 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#on a more serious note i still don’t really think anybody would ever want to date me and that’s probably a sign i’m not ready but alsolonely

My Top Posts in 2021

The Joy In Our Embrace

For @unaestheticbiostudent - Happy new year! Hope you like the art and drabble! :D

Created for @bentomodachi‘s New Year Gift Exchange

Kouhei and Taichi walked to the park, and were the only ones there, despite it being a lovely day. There was a bench over by some trees, and they sat down side by side, curling into each other.

It wasn't long before they were fully snuggled up together. Taichi brought his legs up and draped them over one of Kouhei's. They leaned in to each other. Kouhei's hands rested on top of Taichi's knee as Taichi hugged him from the side. Their heads leaned in towards each other and touched in a lovely head bonk of love. It was perfect.

Find The Joy In Our Embrace on AO3 here!

progress pics under the cut!

Progress pics!

Thank you to Senshistock on deviantart who had the pose reference that I based this off of!

There was an inked photo, but I didn’t like it, so I didn’t put it here. Pencil -> ink -> watercolour pencil crayons -> water -> watercolour paints for the background

Painting is hard, but I am still having so much fun with it, so I hope you like the end result too!

6 notes • Posted 2021-01-06 01:39:06 GMT

tag people you want to get to know better/catch up with!

tagged by @rhubarbdreams and @boutiquetraveltravelboutique

Thank you both! For the doubled questions - doubled answers muahahaha

I got a bit wordy so under the cut it shall go!

Favourite colour: blue? Currently reading: ...like physically or digitally? Physically: Romeo and/or Juliet, but slowly. Digitally: trying to catch up on All The Things (like. I have. Over 600 email subscriptions to TOG alone...)

Last song: Holy by King Princess (as that was my sleep song last night) and before that it's hard to tell because I was queueing to see what I felt like sleeping to that night (I just repeat the song for an hour on the sleep timer) so probably either The Worst [Polyphia] or Soda [Nothing But Thieves] or Sleeping In Waking [Rina Sawayama]

Last Movie/Film: ok ok so. I thought it was Waves. But it might have actually been Wolf. Time is hard. Both of these were Quite Some Time ago now.... but since this is a doubled question: Waves and Wolf! Last Series: Leverage! (I haven't seen Redemption yet though) Sweet/Savoury/Spicy: oooh all of them <3

Tea or coffee: Ahhhh both? I'm currently not having coffee, nor do I go out of my way to make my own tea right now (but I will grab a mug when dad makes it). But during the school semester I'll usually have coffee in the morning (and maybe in the afternoon too if I'm tired) and keep adding hot water to my travel tea mug throughout the day, too!

Currently Working On: cleaning my desk so I can maybe start the art/pictures for the bottom Joe week belated thing haha oops... but who knows maybe I'll be in too much pain idk. Moving upper arm is not fun rn. But also sort of started the writing part of it~ Might make it sexy despite originally wanting to do it non-explicit! (I'm not sure if I'm good per se, but I'm less hung up over doing more explicit stuff after doing the top Joe pornathon) Then once I finish that I'm hoping to seriously rework my Etsy Chronicles (working title) and for that one maybe I'll even try to find a beta? idk. I am so excited for it though!!!!

Currently watching: ummmm nothing? Sometimes maybe youtube a bit? I'll loop a video of music (rn usually Ichika Nito or Tim Henson) for the background... intending to watch Hartenstraat <3

Craving: food: maybe chocolate mousse because I said I would make it as long as mum helped (limited use of the arm I got jabbed in rn wo pain so I just avoid moving it in ways it'll hurt). drink: we were going to get bubble tea after our second dose appts, but bc of the timing, they were closed. So maybe one of the fruity bubble teas!

I forgot to tag initially, but if you have time and want to!:

@alkaysani @caffeinatedbraincell @kiaya @nickydestati @posingasme @randofando-spoonie <3

6 notes • Posted 2021-07-28 06:57:10 GMT

*screams “FUCK” like Roy but like. My voice isn’t anywhere near as fuzzygravelly as his*

Ted Lasso y’all are just fucking me UP I love it and I’m here for it but also it would be nicer if I had access to a counsellor or something right now bc FEELINGS.

8 notes • Posted 2021-11-27 07:00:20 GMT

snapshots // my beloved // my heart

Filled my bingo card (at the last moment of course) for @yusufalkaysanibingo !

A collection of many things - art, drabbles, little ficlets, a poem, and photographic collages! (Little teaser shown above!)

12 notes • Posted 2021-11-01 02:09:14 GMT

SAME IF I EVER WHEN I FIND SOMEONE

13 notes • Posted 2021-05-17 20:04:55 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Shatters’ fragments #long post

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asongofmarvelanddc · 5 years

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Baby Spider

PAIRING: Peter Parker X Reader

WORD COUNT: 2135

WARNINGS: Just, like...labour...

SUMMARY: You're nine months pregnant, married to Spider-Man who's trying his very best to help you get through excruciating labour as well as enjoy your twenty-fourth birthday.

A/N: This is a repost due to my blog being deleted, please reblog to signal boost!

"Happy Twenty-Fourth!”

After dating for three years, you and Peter got engaged when you were nineteen - way too young. You got married six months ago and planned to have a long honeymoon in some tropical country from the money you’d saved up.

Of course, all those plans went out the window when you got 'food poisoning' and had to go to hospital. One pregnan- actually, six pregnancy tests later, and there was no denying that you were three months pregnant. Suddenly, all you and Peter could think about was finding an apartment or house near a good school, discussing how you were going to take care of a baby while going to work; who would stay home when? All those questions that you never thought you'd ask so early in a marriage.

All that led to this. You had told Peter that you didn't want to celebrate your birthday this year, being nine months pregnant and all, but here he was, standing over you with a small chocolate cake that had a candle in the middle.

You sighed and fell back on the bed with a groan, but he simply laughed and balanced the cake on your swollen belly, emphasising just how . gigantic it was. You shot him a glare and kept the plate on the bed before propping yourself up on your elbows with a frown.

"Oh, come on!" he said and playfully pinched your cheek, "Cheer up! It's your birthday!”

You gave him a cold look and said, "Everything hurts, Peter.”

His smile softened as he sat beside you and began to softly rub your belly.

"I've been in labour for the last twelve hours and I've yet to have my waters break,” you complained as you rested your head on his shoulder, "I just want this baby to come out. Can’t we just go to the hospital?"

Peter rubbed his hand soothingly up and down your back. "You know we can't go yet," he said and pressed a kiss on the top of your head, "Your contractions are still fifteen minutes apart.”

With a groan, you stood up, one arm on your lower back and the other on your stomach. For a moment, you regretted not asking Peter to tape this whole process. It could’ve been the baby's punishment when he or she was fifteen and stubborn. You'd sit him or her down and force them to watch the video and see the pain you went through to bring them into the world.

That would be hilarious, you thought, Maybe I’m not mature enough to have a child.

"Where are you going?", Peter asked as he stood up and held out his arm for support.

"Midwife said I should walk around the house, eat or watch a nice movie during this stage", you said as he guided you to the kitchen, "Might as well make a sandwich.”

You grabbed two slices of bread and a plate before turning to Peter and asking him to pass the peanut butter. When he handed it to you along with two bananas, you smiled at him and said, "You know me too well."

He chuckled as he walked away to the living room, "Or maybe I just know pregnant you too well.”

Prior to this pregnancy, you absolutely despised peanut butter. Just the smell of it was enough to make gag, but now all of a sudden, you wanted it on everything. On grapes, in a sandwich - you even made a sauce out of it once and ate it with rice. But to be fair, Peter said he liked that one so...

You sat in front of the telly with Peter to watch your favourite show together. Twenty minutes and three contractions later, you found yourself staring down at your stomach, attempting to look at your legs.

"Peter?", you called and he hummed in response as he turned to look at you, "I think I'm peeing myself.”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he asked, "Do you need help getting cleaned up...?"

"No, Peter, you don't understand. I'm still peeing,” youexplained, pointing at the couch which was now going dark under you, "I am literally having a wee right now.”

When it didn't stop after twenty seconds, Peter made his conclusion: "Babe, I think your waters just broke.”

You looked at him with wide eyes and stared down at your stomach. Waters broke. That means more frequent and intense contractions. Huh. In the movies it looks like a whole bucket of water's pouring out of your vagina. I had nine months to get ready for this pain, so why do I feel so fucking unprepared? Shit.

Your eyes filled with alarm as you said to Peter, "Get the doctor on the phone, and my hot water bottle ready now".

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I. Am. In. So. Much. PAIN.

You were on your knees now by the bed with your arms resting on top of it. A groan escaped your lips every time you fought to suppress the pain from each contraction, but it was getting harder and harder to do so.

Peter rubbed circles on your back between grabbing your hospital stuff as you cursed for no particular reason other than the fact that you were in excruciating pain.

God, I love this man.

He managed to change you into a skirt and tank top, tie your hair up and give you a mini bath with a warm wet towel as soon as the contractions became seven minutes apart. Between contractions, you turned to Peter with pleading eyes.

"Please, let's just go to hospital", you said, your voice breaking as you rested your head in his lap.

You groaned as another contraction hit. Five minutes apart. A minute later, when the contraction had passed, Peter left to get the hospital bag. He had never seen you in so much pain and utter defeat. All of a sudden things had become serious, and he was terrified for you.

When he returned, he had a rather large looking backpack on his back.

"Where's the hospital bag?" you asked in confusion and he pointed to his back.

"I put everything in a backpack a couple of days ago,” he said, smiling proudly, “You’ll be thanking me for that in a minute.”

"And why's that?" you asked weakly and in one fell swoop, you were in his arms with him smiling down at you.

"What are you doing, Pete?" you asked. He shrugged and replied with a simple, "You're in labour. You are not walking down those stairs."

Your heart filled with glee at those words. You had moved into this apartment when you found out that you were pregnant. It was in your price range, you had friendly neighbours, it wasn't too far from work and there was a really good school nearby. The one problem with it was that it was on the fifth floor -t he highest floor - of an apartment complex. You almost didn't take it, but what were the odds of finding an apartment in New York at this price that wasn't filled with weirdos or drug dealers?

You had been dreading having to walk down those stairs since you hit the eight month mark of the pregnancy and now Peter was telling you that you wouldn't have to do it.

Your right arm circled his waist as he carried you out of the apartment and locked the door. You gripped the bannister as for support as Peter shot a web to the ceiling just above the gap between the winding staircase. You looked down from the comfort of his arms and sucked in a shaky breath.

"Pete? Are you sure that web can hold us?" you asked as you looked up at the thin web.

"Yup."

"Can you carry me?" you asked this time, seriously doubting that Peter could support your weight any longer.

"Sometimes I think you forget that I'm Spider-Man", he laughed and jumped.

He lowered you quickly, but gently, down with the web and when you felt your feet on the ground, you knew that meeting Peter all those years ago was a blessing in disguise.

You clutched Peter's arms for support when another contraction hit.

"We're not web-slinging to the hospital too, are we?" you asked, your eyes still closed after the contraction passed. He simply chuckled and pulled out a set of car keys.

He’d gotten a rental a few days earlier not wanting to have to hail a cab while you were in labour. In the car, Peter called the hospital to let them know that you were on the way.

You sat in the back seat with your head leaning against the passenger seat. During the whole thirty minute journey, every time Peter asked how you were doing, you would reply either with a grunt or a quiet "Okay." You’d hit the not-in-the-mood-to-talk phase.

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By the time you were in the hospital room, your contractions were three minutes apart and you were fully dilated. You’d been like that for about ten minutes before you were told to push.

You thought the contractions hurt like a bitch. Nah, pushing took the cake! You always thought you'd be the ‘lying-on-my-back-with-legs-up’ kinda girl, but it turns out, you were a hands-and-knees kinda girl. Basically you looked like you were about to do doggy (which, now that you thought about it, is probably what got you into this in the first place) only with a lot more sweat and a whole lot of pain.

Your hair matted to your face due to sweat and you let out a loud groan as you pushed again. You didn't want to scream. You really didn't want to scream...

But you also wanted to scream. You wanted to scream so fucking bad.

But you were not going to.

Peter who had been standing beside you the whole time and encouraging you suddenly came into view.

"Go on, baby, you can do it," he smiled as he brushed your hair out of your face again. Suddenly, you'd had enough of his voice.

"Peter, you're really sweet and I love you, but if you don't shut the hell up I will break your nose," you groaned as you pushed again.

You heard the woman standing behind you say, "The head's out.”

Okay. One more push. You can do this.

You gripped the bed so tight that your knuckles felt like they were breaking skin as you pushed once more.

The baby was out. The baby was out. As soon as it was out, the pain dissolved and you let out a cry of relief and collapsed onto the bed.

"It's a girl,” you heard Peter whisper which prompted you to groggily open your eyes.

You saw the nurse suction the baby's mouth and nose before she placed her on your stomach. When Peter snipped the umbilical cord, the nurse wrapped the baby in a blanket and you immediately reached for her.

When the baby was placed in your arms and you laid eyes on her for the first time, you could've sworn that you felt your heart swell with pride. Your eyes softened as you smiled at your little girl.

She was utterly beautiful. You'd never seen anything more perfect in your life. You wanted to hold on to this moment forever.

You looked up at Peter and saw the same expression that was no doubt on your face, on his. You knew he was feeling exactly what you were.

"We did it,” he whispered with a soft smile on his lips.

You smiled as you handed him your baby girl, “Yes, we did.”

You had her all of twenty minutes when they took her to get her cleaned up before she was brought back to you. When everyone had left and it was just you two in the room, Peter sat beside you on the bed. You immediately placed your hand over his with a loving smile as he kissed your hand. You rested your head on his shoulder when he leaned back into the pillows.

"God, I'm so glad I emptied my stomach last night,” you broke the silence with a reference to poop. Classy. You felt Peter's chest rumble as laughter erupted from his lips. You'd had this long standing fear that you would poop while you were pushing, so when the due date came closer, you made sure to do one every night.

"You know what I realised?" Peter asked and you raised a brow, "You and our daughter share a birthday.”

You smiled at the thought, too tired to respond, and felt Peter kiss the top of your head and whisper, "Happy birthday, Y/N.”

Happy birthday to me.

#peter parker #spider man #spiderman #spider-man #the amazing spider-man #peter parker x reader #spider man x reader #spiderman x reader #spider-man x reader

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drakewalkerisreal · 5 years

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Chapter 10: Thoughts are free to go anywhere

Amour Sans Fin

Note from writer:I apologize to all regular readers of Amour Sans Fin for disappearing. I was really sick and wasn't able to write.I promise to post regularly from now on.

The chapter contains mention of sexual abuse and violence. So its strictly not for under 18.

This chapter will be more of Riley's POV than Drake's.

Drake’s POV

Waking up can be really harsh, especially if your dreams are better than reality. The saddest part of it is, that eventually even the memory of your dream will fade. If you are even lucky enough to remember, then you're left with this lonely feeling of detachment, the only proof that you ever had the dream.

I half wonder if I'm still dreaming as I sit up to take in the shafts of light that burst through the gaps of the blinds. Now I'm awake, perhaps more fully awake than I've ever been. There is no sign of another person. As usual.

Mostly I get up early morning for jogging. Suddenly I remembered the events of last night and what I was dreaming about. I didn’t realize that I was smiling the whole time. I kissed her. Not in real but in my dream. We were kissing like crazy on the stone stairs. She was clinging to me and my fingers were roaming in her hair. She smelled like roses. My palms travelled down her body on both sides and rested at her waist. She moaned. She kissed me as if it was her first, like no man had ever kissed her, soft and moist and hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but seeking union and closeness and the sharing of one breath, one sensation, one timeless and passionate moment. The heat rose in her cheeks as my tongue touched her tongue, quick and electric and delicious. My palms were cupping her ass cheeks now. I pulled her even closer to me.

A knock on the door woke up to reality. It was just a dream. Nothing like this has happened previous night but I danced with her. Yes, I danced with her.

I dragged my body to door.

“Morning Drake” It was Bastien. “I thought you would be awake already. Didn’t get up for jogging?”

No, I was awake late last night coz I was feeding Liam’s suitor and a few seconds ago my tongue was battling with hers in my thoughts before you barged in.

“Umm. Last night was tiring” I replied lazily.

“Yeah, Dancing can be tiring sometimes” He said straight.

I searched for any hint of sarcasm in his voice but found nothing.

“Liam wants you to get ready. We are leaving for Palace in half an hour”

“Okay. I go” I shrugged.

I got ready and reached the Patio. Everybody was ready to get back. Regina and Constantine were making announcements for Royal Regatta tomorrow. It is Ceremonial Boat Race where Liam’s suitors will have to lead a boat to win a race. My eyes searched for her. She was talking to Penelope and Kiara; throwing her hands like a kid. I suddenly realized that I was staring at her like a hungry man. Suddenly her eyes met mine and she smiled. Before, I can give any reaction she continued talking with them again.

I definitely need some art of living class, man! Sometimes, I even forget to greet with smile. Fuck!

Suddenly Liam clapped at my shoulder. I hope he didn’t notice that I was staring at his favourite suitor. And that too like a pervert.

Riley’s POV

Its been more than a month since Maxwell literally took me to this fairyland. Who expected something like this to happen when your life is most usual and common in every sense? I was not sure at first about my decision to join this mad race but finally I thought what worse can happen?

My life is already shittier than I have ever expected. I still don’t believe that I am out of reach of Luke. I don’t want to see him again in my life. I don’t want to get into any relationship serious or casual in near future. I have had enough. I never thought that a causal relationship would have hurt me this amount. Not just physically but mentally.

May be nobody was there to guide me all this time what to look in a boyfriend. I was so naïve and childish. That’s why all of this happened with me. He did all that to me and I was not brave enough to come out of it.

As soon as Maxwell invited me to compete for Prince’s hand, past few years swirled in my mind. How my parents almost abandoned me. How I earned in worst conditions to at least feed my hunger? How I completed my college without any family support? How I met Luke? How relationship with him turned into an ugly face? How he used to beat me in alone or in front of his cronies? How sex has become less pleasure and became more painful with him?

Finally, I accepted Maxwell’s invitation and went away with it. It was not very ideal meeting with Cardonian men at my work place. Yet I can’t deny they are handsome people. Maxwell looked nice and funny. Tariq was fussy, yet he looked stylish. Liam was most gentle person of all. And there he was, Drake. The angry head-- Mr Grumpy. He mostly keeps it to himself. He looks like those men who keep girls at their arm’s length and are arrogant. Although I like bulky and tall man but I always had problem with such attitude. When I changed into that green dress, he accidently said 'wow' and then made a face like I am not even worth praising. What attitude??

I took them to beach. Liam enjoyed it. Maxwell was funny and humorous. Drake’s attitude annoyed me there too. I reckon he didn’t like me talking to Liam. I ignored him. But I wonder how can someone hate me even in very first meeting.

Maxwell called me next morning. He explained me the whole thing and expected me to answer over call. He explained there will be no problem as Cardonia offers Visa on arrival. He promised to arrange everything. Finally, I said yes. Let’s go with it.

Atleast I will be away from Luke and he won’t be able to find me. I didn’t even inform about it to anyone except Daniel. He is the only friend whom I can trust. There was no family I needed to inform. Nobody cares.

I packed my stuff hurriedly. I ran to chase the airplane. It was first time that I travelled on a private airplane.

Drake was on plane too which annoyed me to hell. When Maxwell told me that why he invited me Cardonia, Drake’s reaction was most snarky. Dude! what have I done to you. He tried to frighten me with all the possible warnings. Huh!! I already had enough and became tough. I won’t be getting hurt easily.

Maxwell supported me all the time. I already started liking him. I hope Liam will be like him and not Drake.

Finally, Drake got busy in his music and Maxwell explained me everything about Cardonia on the way.

I looked at him while sleeping. This man looked ruggedly handsome who is now sleeping peacefully. He has tousled brown hair. Does he behave same with every girl or I am his special choice of hatred?

He must be thinking that I am here for Liam’s money. Yes. Money is worth a thing when you don't have much yet I seek a peaceful life.

Somewhere inside I always wanted a family. With Luke, I behaved like an independent girl because he wanted me to capture and keep in his cage. When I was with him most of the boys don’t even try to pursue me. He has reputation of badass. I always pretended to be independent and carefree. Inside, I want someone to take care of me, to look for me, to protect me. I always imagined a knight in shining amour who will come and rescue me from all this mess. But fairytales won’t happen in real.

First event of the social season was Masquerade ball where all suitors were introduced. Maxwell ensured that my entry was at least sophisticated. They called me ‘Lady Riley Brooks from New York’.

Nobody called me with such a formal name before. It’s not very common in New York. I doubt most of the people around me in New York didn’t even know my last name.

I entered the main hall in the dress that Beaumont brothers provided me with. That was a white mermaid style dress which hugged me perfectly. Bertrand wished me to wear mask but I refused to wear any. At first, I didn’t find any known face in the main hall. It felt very awkward without any acquaintance here.

Where is Maxwell when I need him the most.

Suddenly, I saw Drake standing in the blue formal shirt.

Oh, this person knows how to look like a gentleman.

Since I didn’t know anyone else, I moved to him and he behaved as charming as ever and lashed me with his snarky comments.

Urgh!! he was so annoying and called me ‘Kid’. I spotted Hana and went to her. She is a savior. Hana is the sweetest girl here.

Then, there was Olivia who was so rude that I can consider Drake sweet over her. She tried to play prank and embarrass me on my very first night. I escaped it narrowly.

I was looking for Liam as I was eager to know his reaction. He was really sweet to me in New York. I hoped I didn’t disappoint him here. It’s not that I like him but he seems to be nice guy and, after all, he is a king.

When Liam saw me, he looked amazed. He was so polite and humble, just too good for me. I know he is interested in me. He asked me to join in the balcony. I am not looking forward for a relationship but yes, it was hard to say no to Liam. When I walked to the balcony, he was already waiting for me. I bowed to him but he made me comfortable. He looked handsome as ever and was dressed up perfectly. I enjoyed talking to him. Even if our relationship doesn’t go well, we can be good friends.

Next day was Derby event. Maxwell and Bertrand drove me to Honey Hills down in their Limo. I never sat in a Limo before. As a matter of fact, I never owned a car.

As soon as I entered the place, the press reporters gathered around me and bombarded me with their questions. I was nervous at first but I knew I have nothing to lose so I went on with the questions. They surprisingly liked me. They already knew that I have met Liam somewhere else before and eager to know about it.

Maxwell told me to look for the tents so I went on the expedition to find one. But I accidently found myself in a horse stable. I thought, I could ask someone which is the way to tents. I called but no one replied. Suddenly I turned back and found a horse moving towards me. Shit. The horse looked so angry at me as if I have breached his territory.

I was unable to think of anything and moved a few steps back which made me fall in a stack of hay. I was terrified with the idea of losing at least my one or two bones. Suddenly someone came between the horse and me. Is he?

He led the horse towards his stall, then offered me his hand to get up.

Am I in the parallel universe? Drake Walker saved me from a horse and offering me his hand.

I said thanks to him for saving me. I was still terrified but yeah, I am back in the real world. He told me that he was saving the horse.

What’s up with him? Mr. Grumpy!!

I wondered what was he doing here all by chance. Drake told me that Liam asked him to look out for me. Liam is a real gentleman. Wow!! I like how much he’s concerned.

Drake led me to the tents and I thanked him once again. Even if he was told by Liam but it’s true that he saved me and I could get really hurt if he wasn’t there.

Derby event was all about fancy nobles gathered together and boasting about their wealth. Maxwell told me before that Drake hated these noble due to these show offs and hypocrite behavior. I could understand the feeling now. Being a commoner it’s hard to survive here.

Next, we had to go for the tea party picnic. Such events are too weird for a New Yorker. Maxwell told me that press is calling me ‘Mysterious woman from New York’. These people can really make a hill out of mole. I don’t think there is anything mysterious about me. Hell, yeah it sounds cool.

I saw all the girls gathering around queen Regina. She looked like a complex lady. If such woman becomes my mother-in-law, I’ll be doomed for sure.

There was some blonde girl with her. Hana told me she is Madeleine and she almost won Leo’s hand before he abdicated the throne. How unfortunate?? But she looked so creepy in a way.

Finally, I met Regina. It’s curious that Regina doesn’t look like Liam at all. She asked me some questions to check my wit and I knew I impressed her. Seeing me talking to Regina, Liam joined us. I knew that he wants me to go well with Regina.

It was pleasant conversation till Madeleine joined. This woman is really cruel as she seems at prima facie. It looked like I have to tackle one more to survive. She embarrassed me for being a commoner in a subtle way that neither Liam nor Regina seemed to noticed it. I didn’t know that they ignored it intentionally or people don’t mind such petty things here. I looked around the crowd for Maxwell or Hana. My eyes met Drake. He was looking directly at me. It looked like he was trying to understand what’s going on here.

Urge! Does he care? Obviously, No.

Maybe he wanted to tell me that he is right about this place and his dire warnings are justified now.

Everybody sat for snacks served. I was too hungry that I can eat them all. Drake was again fussy about the place and I taunted him well. I was amused to see that everybody agreed with me that he and fun doesn’t go together. I gave him the winning smile.

Don’t mess with me Walker.

Enough of all the formal events, I proposed to go for drinks and to my surprise Drake agreed immediately. Liam and Hana were confused about it but finally agreed to go. Maxwell found a nearby American style bar named “Sehnsucht’.

It was all dark when we entered the place. Suddenly we looked up and saw discarded bras, underwear and old bike parts hanging from the ceiling. Hana and I looked at each other with wide eyes. I never imagined such place in Cardonia and that too I’ll go there with some foreigner man I didn’t knew a week ago.

I accidently looked at Drake and he blushed. I never knew he is shy kind of guy.

Maxwell was excited as usual for a new adventure. I am sure, Liam never have visited such place before. He is a total gentleman type of guy.

Drake volunteered to get the drinks. I offered to go with him as I wanted to check out the drink’s menu. We ordered some beer from the menu. Drake immediately was up for paying. Although I don’t have much in my card but I am not such girl who let boys pay all the time. However, Drake didn’t let me pay.

Finally, I breathed and asked him why he hates me. This was the first time and I looked him in his eyes.

He has brown eyes with a hint of golden.

He said that he is too straightforward that’s why people can’t handle it and found him rude. I reckon he was genuine in his reply.

In the conversation, I got to know that he’s half American. That was a real surprise. But this man is annoying as hell. He must be only two or a few years older than me and was already calling me kid.

Apart from this, the night went like crazy. Everybody enjoyed it. I loved the look on face of Liam and Hana as they must not get much any chances to get high like this. The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. This drinking session gave me the idea that I can have some of the best buddies here and finally can have freedom.

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phoenix-before-the-flame · 6 years

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@not-just-any-fangirl you know I know for who? I might not. I'm horrible at guessing. Is it nalu? Did I guess right?😉

Offer me- one character giving another a gift

Lucy paused at the door, her fingers barely skimming the cold handle to her apartment. Her eyes were pulled down to slits, as they have been for the past few days and now she had a sneaking suspicion that they'd stay that way for quite some time, glaring at anyone who crossed her path. Not that she really had a problem with it. That plus her newly pierced ears meant that'd she'd be twinning with Gajeel.

But fuck, she was tired.

When she wasn't working, she was studying. When Lucy wasn't studying she was working. The papers in the bag strapped to her shoulder were an uncomfortable weight - unorganized, crumpled and always tauntingly reminding her of the next thing she should be doing. It was only by the grace of God that nothing went missing yet,or the will of the devil. Lucy hadn't decided to be honest.

She blew out a frustrated breath, causing the few hair strands that'd slipped free of her ponytail to tickle her nose. The days were starting to blend together. What was it, Tuesday? Thursday? Some other day that started with a 'T'? Lucy wasn't sure, all she knew was that whatever today was, was cut a few hours short by Natsu who'd only sent a simple text saying 'come home. Surprise waiting :D'

Now that could mean anything. Nothing bad of course, but occasionally it could be something with good intentions gone a little bad. Either way Lucy was glad for it, she hadn't seen much of him these past few days. Between her hectic schedule and his late hours they mostly saw each other briefly in the mornings.

Plus her boss was starting to get to her, and she was this close to decking him in the face.

Speaking of her boyfriend, Lucy dropped her hand fully on the handle turning it all the way when her ears picked up on soft shuffling just beyond the door. Mechanically it swung open and she was met with the lovely sight of Natsu's ass, him being half bent over trying and grab at Happy who was winding through his legs.

He dodged through his legs with a smug meow and raced over to Lucy, purring happily as Natsu looked after him with a pout, hair falling into his eyes. But it quickly disappeared when his eyes met hers.

She clicked the door shut. "Love the surprise." Lucy said dryly, stooping slightly to scratch Happy. "When can I play with it?"

"Sooner than later, if you play nice." He responded cheekily, straightening to his full height. Natsu sauntered over to her with an amused grin, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. "Welcome home."

He absently toyed with the strands near her cheek before gently tugging the bag off her shoulder, holding it to the side with a look of playful disgust, like it radiated some sort of evil.

"You look like you had loads of fun today." Natsu teased, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, pulling her to his side. Natsu played with the hem of her shirt, walking her further inside. "Glad I planned the surprise for today."

"And what sort of surprise are we talking here, oh my god-"

She should've seen it, they'd only walked about 3 steps in though Lucy supposes she could blame her squinty eyes for poor vision at the moment. But the living room, the living room.

Blankets as far as the eye could see littered the floor and draped over every surface, the sofa was absolutely nowhere to be seen under the mountain of soft comforts. Honestly Lucy didn't even think that they owned this many blankets, or cushions to completely transform the room into a trip safe zone.

Though some of them looked suspiciously new Lucy noted as Natsu settled her down, tossing her bag to the side. "Natsu what the hell." She deadpanned, sinking into the softness.

"Wait! Hold that thought!" He ducked away around the corner and raced back before she could even blink properly. One arm held a precarious pile of snack that looked ready to topple over any moment and the other had his laptop, whirring softly as it booted up.

" I got snacks to hold you over until dinner's all warmed up. I went down to your favourite Indian place to get you curry. And I spent the whole day stealing movies off the internet for us to watch. I got all the hobbits, civil war, zootopia and your favourite disney princesses." Natsu plopped down next to her, letting the bags of chips fall haphazardly around them as he set the laptop properly down.

"I didn't really know what you'd want to drink so I got rum, soda, apple juice and water. The choice is yours." He finished explaining with a shrug, grabbing the bag of lays by his thigh and popping it open.

"Natsu this is real nice and all but why?" Lucy asked in confusion.

"For you to relax Lucy. Duh." Natsu said pointedly. "You've been pushing yourself way too hard with everything so I figured I should give you a break."

"I-"

"And before you try to make an excuse, when was the last time you slept a full night? " Lucy's mouth snapped shut. She couldn't remember.

Natsu hummed. "And the last time you did something other than what's been written down in your bag?" She couldn't remember that either.

"Ate the last time you ate something? " A-ha! There something she remembers!

Today was Thursday right? "Wednesday! " Lucy said confidently with a smile. Natsu shot her an incredulous look, a look not often sent her way but she knew it well enough, a pierced brow raised high.

"It's Friday Luce." He said flatly."That was 2 days ago." Oh so that's what day it was.

"We've both been doing a lot lately and we both need to slow it down a bit, but it looks like you need it more than I do. Not meaning to be rude but you look ready to drop any moment. And between you and be...."

He motioned for her to come closer and Lucy leaned in to hear his whisper. "The dark circles under your eyes are getting bigger and that's no good Luce."

He narrowly missed the suspiciously new looking cushion she threw at him with a giggle, tossing aside the chip bag. He ducked under her outstretched arm and wrapped his arms round her middle, pulling her down with a squeak. He rolled them over, shuffling Lucy to rest on top of him and she fisted his shirt with a pout.

"Ok maybe I shouldn't have said that part but you get what I mean. You need this, and even if you don't want too," his arms tightened on her, " I'll keep you here and force you to relax."

Natsu paused." Ok well I wouldn't really force, just bargain a lot..." He murmured.

Lucy pet out a resigned sigh, dropping herself on his chest. She couldn't even think of a lie or any sort of excuses for him to hear. She wanted this, to stop for a bit and ignore what she had to do. It was only fair to herself. And it was Friday, the day she's supposed to take it easy.

"You won't have to force. I'll relax. But don't get mad at me if I fall asleep on you."

"I'll be glad that you did." Natsu rumbled. She could hear the smile in his voice. Lucy inhaled deeply,eyes pulled to a close and sinking further into his warmth. He was right. She did need this.

Lucy inhaled again, and her eyes snapped open. "Natsu, the curry." She whispered in horror.

"Shit."

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Allyyyy I start hsc on Monday and I'm supppppeeer nervous. I have been studying a lot but ofc enjoying my time with everyone at the library and talking etc. I'm stressing about my atar bc I really want to get in to social work bc I really wanna help people :((((( I wanna do psych but it's 99!!!!!

My tips for anyone starting Year 12/HSC/Senior Year:

Know that it’s perfectly normal to be nervous! I’m pretty sure I was scared to start VCE from Year 7 onwards, it always seemed like this giant, scary, looming monster that would destroy my happiness and suck out my soul like a dementor. Mostly, I just assumed I would have no free time, wouldn’t be able to keep up with the workload, and would fail absolutely everything.

Then, something funny happened. Year 11 came around and I realised… nothing had changed. The work might have been harder, but I had done the required training (aka Years 7-10) and was fully equipped with the skills to handle it. The transition from Year 10 to Year 11, and then again from 11 to 12, is really not that significant or scary! Your workload might increase a tiny bit, because (and in hindsight now I can look back and 100% support this) practice really does make perfect. Teachers don’t make you write 100 essays because they hate you and want you to be miserable or have no social life, it’s because they want you to be a good writer, but more than that, they know that the more essays you write, the easier it will be for you to write one come exam time. It will be less stressful, less terrifying and so much simpler to just regurgitate a piece of writing you’ve practically memorised because you’ve ingrained it into your memory throughout the year. That’s just an example for say English or Literature, but I think the same thing applies for all subjects, no matter how you’re tested. Practice makes perfect. Or at least, practice makes progress, haha.

Now, ATARs. Those finicky little bastards. I’m not going to tell you to forget about it, because I know that when I was in the midst of VCE it was always on my mind. I even had older kids, who had already graduated, constantly telling me how insignificant it was and that it wouldn’t matter one year from now, but I didn’t believe any of that. Now, looking back, I know that they were right. In terms of measuring your intelligence or potential for future career success, ATARs mean nothing. No matter what score you get, I promise you, you can go on and be anything you want to be in life. There will always be obstacles and challenges between you and your dreams, but if you want something and you’re willing to work hard and be nice to others, nothing can stop you. The only difference an ATAR can make is the journey and how you go about it. The only thing an ATAR determines is which course you might do. You might have your heart set on a dream course with a super high ATAR. If you want to shoot for that, go for it! Just know that if your number is lower, there are still ways to pursue it. You can take a gap year, travel, discover the world and find out who you are, uncover your passions, gain some experience. Do a TAFE course, start somewhere else, transfer. Defer it, reject it, volunteer somewhere, change your entire perspective on life, completely change directions. You still have the choice. Unis will often accept someone who didn’t get a first or second round offer initially as a mid-year enrolment, or you could do a semester or two somewhere else and then jump across and hopefully they’ll let you keep those credits under your belt. You may not even want to go to uni! There are many many options and paths you can take, don’t let a number limit or define your future.

Personally, I knew I wanted to further my education but wasn’t entirely set on any particular existing occupation. I knew my two favourite subjects were Psychology and Health and Human Development, but that I also enjoyed writing for English, so I could envision myself happily doing something that encompassed those things. For me, an Arts degree was the perfect choice because it allows you to dip your toes into many different areas of study, test the waters of various fields before arriving at a favourite – your major. The course I most had my heart set on had a pretty high entry score, one which I actually thought I had no possible chance of achieving, but I set it as my goal anyway because as I was so undecided, I didn’t want to ‘limit myself’ (typical Year 12 brain thinking). It worked out wonderfully for me, somehow I found the drive and ended up doing a lot better than I’d expected, really surprising myself (and probably everyone else) and guaranteeing a spot in the course. However, I wholeheartedly believe that had I not achieved the score I did, had I gone to a different university or course, or even taken some time off from studying, I would be just as happy. I would have found another way to continue learning, whether it be by sitting in a lecture theatre or travelling to see it myself. I could have enrolled in a different course, disappointed in myself and thinking it was only temporary, and ended up LOVING it. Maybe even more than this course! Who knows? These are the kinds of ‘what if’s and ‘maybe’s that make my brain want to explode. Being a human can be exhausting.

Whether you have a goal course you’re hoping to get entry for, a dream uni, hopes of studying abroad, a plan to defer for a year or no desire to study at all – but they’re all okay and all achievable! No matter what it is you want in life, there are ways to get there. Not just one, but limitless varying courses of action you can follow. One might be more direct, but it might also be more boring, or less challenging. It might grow you less as a person, or prevent you from meeting some really interesting people that another path will introduce you to.

Year 12 is an awesome time. It can be stressful, overwhelming, demanding, sleepless. It can invoke self-doubt, nostalgia, fear of plummeting into the depths of the unknown (your future) and leaving behind the safety and security of routine (your past). However, it can also be rewarding, exciting, bonding, enriching, growing and deliriously fun. I say delirious because there will definitely be times when you and your friends are so overcome with work and anxiety that you just have to laugh. Misery loves company and Year 12 is proof of that. Study dates are perfect for simultaneously motivating each other and collectively crying into the bowl of chocolate you just devoured. I’m probably not painting the best picture here, but seriously, it can be a terrific time.

If I could give you one piece of advice for entering VCE, it’s to maintain a balance. Balance in life is the key here, because otherwise you will either burn out from too much studying, fall behind from not enough, get sick from not taking care of yourself, or something else just as un-fun. When you’re studying, dedicate proportionate amounts of time or energy to subjects depending on their current level of significance. If possible, do assignments as soon as you get them, but prioritise the ones that are due first or worth the most. More importantly, ensure you have balance throughout your whole life, holistically. It’s just as important to take care of your mental, social and physical well-being as it is to reach your education goals. Make the time to keep active, even if it seems like there is none. I can’t even tell you how beneficial it is to get outside, clear your head and get your heart rate up. Endorphins are your best friend and a powerful stress-buster, so keep a pair of runners at the ready. If you’re not a fan of solo workouts, can’t stay motivated or simply don’t enjoy it, I highly recommend joining a team sport! In fact, I recommend this for everyone, because it’s beneficial to your mental, social and physical health. All at once. Plus there’s the accountability factor – you can’t just skip the workout or hit snooze when you don’t feel like it - you made a commitment and your teammates are counting on you! Honestly being a part of a group like that will make you feel so needed or wanted, and it’s great to make new friends or connect with like-minded people. SPORT RULES. Taking care of your physical health also means nourishing your body with the right foods, getting enough sleep and drinking plenty of water – all the basics. Back to balance – it’s also essential to dedicate time to doing things just for you. Bubble baths are a great choice, there’s also reading, meditation, getting a massage or mani-pedi, having a movie night, seeing a friend, anything that makes you feel relaxed, happy and at peace. These are the things that keep you going! Imagine a pie chat, split into 3 sections. One section is school and schoolwork, one is health and fitness, and the last is dedicated to me-time or fun activities. The three sections represent mental, physical and social wellbeing = all equally important and necessary for not only success, but holistic health in general. If you’re feeling stressed out, look at which of the three sections might be out of balance. Are you not getting enough sleep? Have too much on your plate? Need some alone time? Not fuelling your brain and body with enough or the right nutrition? Try to keep these things in check and remind yourself that they’re all significant and deserving of your attention.

Most of all, know that VCE is completely unique to your own experience. Like karma, you will get out only what you put in. You can make it an easy time, just for socialising and blowing off class, you can dedicate 110% of yourself to studying every waking hour, never lose a mark and never see anyone else, OR you can have the best of both worlds and strike that beautiful, sweet balance.

Decide what your own goals are. Make your own rules. Ask yourself what motivates you, and then go after it. Use this time to challenge yourself, grow as a person and exceed any expectations, limitations or barriers that have been set by anyone – including and especially yourself. It’s an exciting time that you should definitely make the most of, because it will be over before you know it. I know it’s hard, but try to forget about ATARs, or at least diminish the all-mighty power and holy-grail presence that it can take. It’s just a number. If you try your best, that’s all you need to do. I have complete faith in you anon,

YOU CAN DO IT :D

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You must remember, young thespians, learning is never seasonal. So, do allow the shimmering lights of summer to refresh and illuminate - your fertile young minds. - What's she talking about? The future greets you with its magic mirror, reflecting each golden moment, each emboldened choice. Dude, Miss Darbus has snapped her cap. Dude, you're actually listening? Yes, Jason. So, what was your favourite summer memory, Miss Darbus? Summers have passed fleetingly since I was your age, but I remember each with poignant clarity. Summer. Summer. Summer. Summer. - Summer. - Summer. - Summer. - Summer. - Summer. Summer. - Ashland Shakespeare Festival of... - Summer. Summer. Summer. ...'88 leaps fondly to mind. What time is it? Summertime Hey It's our vacation What time is it? Party time That's right Say it loud What time is it? The time of our lives Anticipation What time is it? Summertime School's out Scream and shout Finally summer's here Good to be chilling out I'm off the clock The pressure's off Now my girl's what it's all about Ready for some sunshine - For my heart to take a chance - Oh, yeah I'm here to stay, not moving away Ready for a summer romance Everybody's ready, going crazy Yeah, we're out Come on and let me hear you say it now, right now What time is it? Summertime Hey It's our vacation What time is it? Party time That's right Say it loud What time is it? The time of our lives Anticipation What time is it? Summertime School's out Scream and shout Goodbye to rules No summer school I'm free to shop till I drop It's an education vacation And the party never has to stop We've got things to do We'll see you soon And we're really gonna miss you all Goodbye to you and you And you and you Bye-bye until next fall Everybody ready, going crazy yeah, we're out Come on and let me hear you say it now, right now What time is it? Summertime Hey It's our vacation What time is it? Party time That's right Say it loud What time is it? The time of our lives Anticipation What time is it? Summertime School's out Scream and shout No more waking up at 6:00 a.m. 'Cause now our time is all our own Enough already, we're waiting Come on, let's go Go out of control All right Everybody Yeah Come on School pride, let's show it We're champions and we know it Wildcats, yeah, are the best, yeah Red, white and gold When it's time to win, we do it We're number one, we proved it Let's live it up, yeah, party down That's what this summer's all about What time is it? Summertime is finally here Yeah Let's celebrate We wanna hear you loud and clear now School's out We can sleep as late as we want to It's our time Now we can do whatever we wanna do What time is it? It's summertime We'll be loving it Come on and say it again now What time is it? It's party time Party time Let's go and have the time of our lives Let's go Yeah No, but seriously, guys, this summer I gotta make bank. My parents keep talking about how much college is gonna cost. Yeah, my folks are gonna match whatever I make, but I gotta get hired first. Me, too. I'm saving up for a car, so I can take that little hottie on a proper date. Gabriella. I understand you've moved every summer for the past five years, and I'd hate to think today is goodbye. No worries. My mom promised I'm here until graduation next year. Bless Mom's little heart. Sharpay, we got off to a rough start, but you really came through. I mean, you helped me with the winter musical. I did? Those vocal exercises? See you. Gabriella and I have had, like, five job interviews, but we keep getting beat out by college kids. Yeah, same here. I guess I'm back in the babysitting business. Hey, Martha. Hey, Taylor. Hey, Kelsi, what are you planning to do this summer? Grow, write music. Grow. Your summer activities consultant has arrived. Hopefully some of those activities will include a job. Hey, whatever happens, as long as we're together, it's cool, right? You promise? Here's my promise. - "T" as in Troy? - Well, I... Yeah. Hey, man, how's it going? There you go, boss. Hoops. Let's go. Yeah, sure, sure. We're not busy or anything. Let's go. We could go to the movies, download music. Oh, I'm definitely teaching you a twisted-flip on the skateboard. Oh, and I have first-aid training, so I can patch myself up afterwards. All right! "Going to movies, listening to music. "And, golly, Troy, I have first-aid training." Oh, please. Oh. Come here, Kelsi. I have a summer job for you. At our country club. Our rehearsal pianist is evidently moving. Or hiding. - Pardon? - Sounds great. Cheer up, Shar, it's summer. We can do whatever we want to. Everything changes. Ryan, who's the absolute primo boy at East High? I'd say Troy Bolton has that category pretty much locked up, don't you think? And East High's primo girl? - Just answer the question! - Gosh, you? Troy, Sharpay. Sharpay, Troy. Sharpay... Shar. - It just makes sense. - Evidently not to Troy. But it's summer, Ry. Everything changes. What time is it? Summertime Hey It's our vacation What time is it? Party time That's right Say it loud What time is it? The time of our lives Anticipation What time is it? Summertime School's out Scream and shout Nice workout, fellas. - I'm starving. - Me, too. I'll tell you what. I'm seeing moves I didn't see last season. - Keep it coming, guys! - Yeah. What team? Wildcats! All right! Yo, time for milk. - So, guys, how's the job hunt coming? - The big zero. - Girlfriend alert. - Talk to me. This is Thomas Fulton, General Manager of Lava Springs Country Club here in Albuquerque. I understand you've been looking for summer work. Hey, Troy, does Gabriella still remember your name, or did she find somebody new to karaoke with this summer? That sounds fantastic, Mr Fulton. But how did you get my name? Well, we've always had a student summer work programme here at Lava Springs. So, are you ready? Here's the thing. I know the most amazing girl... I mean, student. Straight A's, quintuple straight A's, and it would be so amazingly perfect if... Man, he's really working someone. It can't be Gabriella. Whenever she calls, he just blushes. Yeah, I never said that. Yes! - What's up, dog? - Nothing. Nothing. Nothing! Okay. I'll tell you what, you guys stick together this summer, you work on the game, and we are talking back-to-back - championships next fall. - Yeah! Can we all redirect this energy by carrying in the groceries? - Yes, Mrs Bolton. - Yes, Mrs Bolton. Hey, we're kicking off another hot summer here in Albuquerque. So, for those cool enough to have a convertible, crank up the sound, breathe that fresh air, and say hello to summer! Miss Evans, Mr Evans, looking very sharp this summer. Welcome back to Lava Springs. Thank you, Charles. Hi, boy! Oh, can you find some shade for my car? - Even if we have to plant a tree. - Fulton. And may I say, welcome back. It's good to be home. Are the flyers ready? This year we embossed the flyers for the show. Inspired. I plan to limit member talent auditions to 30 seconds each. Amateur performers are very... - Draining? - Yes. Understood. And should I... We be so fortunate as to win the Star Dazzle Award again. But where would we put it? We're planning on expanding the trophy case. The designs are in my office. - Fulton, you are so efficient. - Well... The staffing matter we discussed? Done. With discretion. Fabulous. - Oh, stop it. Yes. Yes. - Ryan! - Sharpay! - Girls. Your chaise in its usual spot, Miss Evans? Thank you, Javier. Emma, Jackie and Lea, east of me. Oh, and you'll be a prince to angle our chaises on the hour, as the sun moves. Well, thanks to the kind words from your mother last season, I've been promoted. But, no worries, I'll make sure that the new lifeguard is fully briefed on just how you like things. So, what's the theme of the summer talent show, Sharpay? - Redemption. - Love it. It was a very trying year, ladies. My drama department was invaded by outsiders, singers coming from the chemistry lab and locker room. Shocking, really. Sis, we've got the pool, the entire club, and the whole summer to enjoy it. And the spa has been redone. There's a guacamole facial and a seaweed body scrub on the menu. What could be more fabulous? - More ice. - Right away, Miss Evans. It's out with the old And in with the new Goodbye, clouds of grey Hello, skies of blue A dip in the pool A trip to the spa Endless days in my chaise The whole world according to moi Excuse me. Thank you. Iced tea imported from England Lifeguards imported from Spain Towels imported from Turkey And turkey imported from Maine We're gonna relax and renew You go do I want fabulous That is my simple request All things fabulous Bigger and better and best I need something inspiring to help me get along I need a little fabulous Is that so wrong? Fetch me my Jimmy Choo flip-flops Where is my pink Prada tote? I need my Tiffany hair-band Then I can go for a float A summer like never before I want more She wants fabulous That is her simple request All things fabulous Bigger and better and best She needs something inspiring to help her get along She needs a little fabulous Is that so wrong? Fabulous pool Fabulous splash Read my lips. Fabulous parties Even fabulous trash Fabulous fashion No. Fabulous bling Yeah. She's got to have fabulous everything Nothing to discuss Everything's got to be perfect for... Me! She wants fabulous That is her simple request All things fabulous Bigger and better and best She needs something inspiring to help her get along She needs a little fabulous Is that so wrong? This won't do That's a bore That's insulting I need more I need, I need, I need I need, I need, I need I need fabulous I want fabulous Fabulous hair, fabulous style Fabulous eyes and that fabulous smile Oh, I like what I see I like it a lot Is this absolutely fabulous? Fabulous, fabulous, fabulous Absolutely. Not. Yeah! I got you. I got you. It's okay. - What are you doing here? - I'm the new lifeguard. Wait, are you a member here? I told you to hire Troy Bolton, not the entire East High student body! You told me to hire Troy Bolton. "Whatever it takes." Well, why didn't you warn me about the rest of them? I did discuss the matter with the Lava Springs board, of course. The board. You mean, our... Mother! Gabriella Montez and the Wildcats? Mother, how could you? Think of your future, kitten. These are your school chums, not the fuddy-duddy Lava Springs staff. These are not my chums! They'll steal my talent show. And what fresh talent you'll have for your summer show. Mother, did you hear what I just said? Ryan, talk to Mother. - Hi, Mom. - Ducky! How's my dashing boy? Tell pumpkin if she worries too much, she'll get frown lines. Namaste. - I want them out! - But your mother specifically said... Oh, don't mention that backstabbing yogini to me! If you can't fire them, make them wanna quit. I'm hoping Chef Michael's gonna teach me the art of Austrian flake pastry. And Sharpay's gonna be where I work every day. How much better can summer get? Right? Right? - A real dream come true. - Lf you actually get to know her, - I mean she's... - Dude. Hey, I didn't even know Sharpay's parents owned this place. Mr Fulton just said, you know, there's Wildcat fans at Lava Springs, and jobs are available. So, I said let's go for it. Inspiring, Mr Bolton. Truly inspiring. However, what we're looking for from all of you, is not inspiration, but perspiration. Confirming assignments. Bolton, Danforth, waiters. And, when needed, caddies. What? Miss McKessie, I'm told that you're efficient. - Well... - Prove it. You'll handle member activities. Keep me in sight at all times. Kelsi, piano. Lunchtime and cocktail hour. That means mood music, not new music. Capisce? Martha, chopping, cutting, preparing plates. Do complete the summer with the equal amount of digits I assume you currently possess. Oh, Zeke, you will assist Chef Michael in the... The promised land. You hold on to that. Mr Fulton, Your Excellency, sir, would it be okay if we draw straws to see who has to wait on Sharpay? Please, none of you will be waiting on Sharpay. Oh, yes. Snap. - You will be serving Miss Evans. - Who's that? Always address our members as Mr, Mrs, or Miss. Let's practise. - Do we have to? - Shall we? "Miss Evans, would you care for lemonade?" Actually, I'm not Miss Evans. I'm Jason. - It smells so good and I am so hungry. - No, wait. You don't... - No, no, no. - What's for lunch? Miss Montez. It would seem your lunch break does not start for 3.5 minutes. I do hope no members drowned in your absence. Henceforth, do clock in and out on time. Three infractions of any kind, and your employment is terminated. Capisce? Chop, chop, chop. - Okay, that man officially scares me. - Yeah. Suddenly, I'm beginning to miss detention with Miss Darbus. - How sick is that? - Come on. We got a hoop out back, two free meals a day, and we only have to wear these stupid outfits on duty. All for one, and one for all. All right? - This is our summer. Now, what team? - Wildcats! - What team? - Wildcats! Come on. How did we get from the top of the world to the bottom of the heap? I don't recall you mentioning the boss is such a creep We still have the ingredients to make this summer sweet Well, we got rags instead of riches And all these dirty dishes Just wish I had three wishes Okay, guys, break it up. We've got to work, work to work this out We'll make things right The sun will shine If we work, work, there'll be no doubt We can still save the summer if we work this out Dude, what have you gotten us into? Come on. We can totally turn this thing around! I'd rather face a seven footer straight up in the post Yeah That sure beats hanging here And burning someone's toast I needed Benjamins But this ain't worth the stress Maybe there's a better way to fix this greasy mess We're a champion team A well-oiled machine And we've faced tougher problems than this I know it's a grind But I'm sure we can find A way to have fun while we get this job done We've got to work, work to work this out We'll make things right The sun will shine We got to work, work There'll be no doubt If we all come together We can work this out Let's work it! Tell me what you want Tell me what you need A little bit of sugar A little bit of butter It's the perfect recipe Payday It'll taste so sweet Payday Good enough to eat Gonna make some motion pictures Hit the mall with all my sisters Get tickets to the Knicks and Sixers Kick it with the music mixers Buy a ride that suits my style Lounge around the pool awhile Make a date with my favourite girl We've got it made Whoa, we've got to work, work to work this out We'll make things right The sun will shine If we work, work, there'll be no doubt We can still save the summer If we work this out Work this Got to work this We can work this out So, can we work this out? Yeah, we can work it out. Send the waiters right in. Miss me? Of course you did. Hey, you ever been on a golf course? We're employees, Troy. Not members. And I don't play golf. Who said anything about golf? Are you sure it's okay for us to be out here? Yeah, unless the jackrabbits turn us in. So, how's kitchen duty? Oh, you know, the team that washes dishes together, wins together. My mom said summer jobs look good on college applications. All part of the frightening concept called "our future." Are you worried? Hey, college costs a fortune. My parents are saving pennies, unlike the people at this place. You're a cinch for a scholarship. I'm only as good as whatever happens next season. It's... I always liked the idea of being in charge of my future, until it actually started happening. So, let's just think about right now, because I've never been in one place for an entire summer, and this means a lot to me, especially being here with... Such an outstanding peanut-butter and-jelly-sandwich maker like me? I want to remember this summer, Troy. - Here, catch. - Oh, I love this game. - Ready? - Go. - Beautiful. - Very nice! Oh. Your turn. - You didn't catch a single one of them. - You... That was so bad. Fulton, when I was on the fourth fairway today, it seemed bone dry. Oh, no way! Could you tell maintenance to give it a little extra splash? No way! - May I have this dance? - Why, of course you may. Let's go then. You are gonna get so wet! Yeah! Keep an eye on them tomorrow and keep me posted. Why are you smiling? No worries, Ryan. This is our turf, remember? First a break-time infraction, now frolicking on the golf course. We are not off to an auspicious start, are we, Miss Montez? Actually, Mr Fulton, this was my idea, so she's... How gallant, but irrelevant. We won't allow this to happen again, will we? Good morning, everybody. - Good morning. - Good morning. - Smells good. That smells good. - Hey, Martha. - Hey. - Hey, Jason. - Hey, morning. - What's up? Yeah You are the music in me - Sounding good, Kels. - Thanks. Actually, I need to go get ready for the ladies' luncheon. Won't exactly be rocking out. You know, I am so excited about the club's talent show. I mean, the employees get to do a number, and I have ideas for everyone. You guys can sing the lead, and maybe Zeke and Chad can do backup, and everyone can dance. Big timeout on that one. My singing career began and ended with the East High Winter Musical. I'm just here to make a cheque and sneak in the pool after work. That's... That's really it. What was that you were playing a minute ago? Oh, it's... It's nothing. It's just nothing. What's this? Well, I was thinking if you'd do the show, that I wanted to be ready, and I wrote this for you guys. Come on. Go. Yeah You are the music in me You know the words "Once upon a time" Make you listen, there's a reason When you dream There's a chance you'll find A little laughter, or happy ever after You're harmony to the melody That's echoing inside my head A single voice above the noise And like a common thread You're pulling me When I hear my favourite song I know that we belong Oh, you are the music in me Yeah, it's living in all of us And it's brought us here because Because you are the music in me Yeah, yeah, yeah You are the music in me It's like I knew you before we met Can't explain it There's no name for it I sang you words I've never said - And it was easy - So easy Because you see the real me As I am, you understand And that's more than I've ever known, oh To hear your voice above the noise And know I'm not alone Oh, you're singing to me When I hear my favourite song I know that we belong You are the music in me It's living in all of us And it's brought us here because You are the music in me Together we're gonna sing We got the power to sing what we feel Connected and real Can't keep it all inside Oh, yeah Oh, yeah - Oh, yeah - Yeah, yeah, yeah You are the music in me Oh, yeah Oh, yeah You are the music in me When I hear my favourite song I know that we belong We belong You are the music in me It's living in all of us It's brought us here because You are the music in me Oh yeah Oh yeah You are the music in me Yeah - Oh, I love that song. - Great job, Kels. Oh, I've got the talent show sign-up sheet right here. Are you in? Maybe we can work this out, but only if we're all in this together. Yeah! This is going to be fantastic. I'm going to coordinate rehearsal to coincide with all of our schedules. Goldenthroat, this is Jazz Square. We may have trouble. Now, it's an amazing song, but Kelsi didn't write it for us. Hi, Mom. - Seaweed scrub, darling? - Maybe later. Ryan, it might be wonderful if Troy participates in our talent show. What? If he sings with Gabriella then our whole show is going to be the "Troy and Gabriella Show." I'm not certain Gabriella is ideally suited to help Troy realise his full potential at Lava Springs. Mommy, what time is Daddy gonna be here? We tee off at noon. Join us? Love to. Up. And how shall we get to the food today, sir? - I don't know, perhaps skipping. - Very well then. Shall we? Hipty scouty, hipty skipty, hipty skipty, hipty skipty... Danforth, Bolton, you're caddying today. $40 a bag. You've been requested. - What? - By who? Dude, who cares? For $40, I'd caddy for Godzilla. Close, very close. Thank you. - Thanks. - Thanks, man. Hey, boys! So, Troy, I thought it was time for you to meet my parents. Enchantée. - Awesome. - Hi. Hello. So, where's your dad? Hi, Daddy! Where's the first tee and what's the course record? I'm just kidding. I built the course myself and I hold the record, but who's counting? Princess. - Son, you've been working out. - Yoga. Bring that around, there you go. Quite a season you boys had. Oh, Troy played for the golf team, too, Daddy. Oh, versatile. How about you, son? - Baseball. Track and field. - Outstanding. Might come in handy the way I play golf. Fair warning. Fore! - Brilliant, darling. Brilliant. - Lovely. Chad, you'll be caddying for Mother. Troy, Daddy. Daddy. Bravo! Brilliant. Let's take a walk. - Is that a new outfit? - Yes, just this morning. And yours? This old thing? I got it last week. Come on, Chad. What do you think? Well, it's 190 to the pin, downhill lie, elevated green. I'd go with a full five, sir. Hi. - Nice call. - All right. Princess, grab your pitching wedge. This one's yours. Thanks, Daddy. Line it up. That's my girl. That girl needs to take up knitting. Or some sport where she can only injure herself. - I'm in the sand. - Me, too. Knees, hips, shoulders, hat. Good. Drill it. Backboard. Yes! That's my boy. - Where... - I have no idea. Gabriella! Dinner tonight? Sneak a swim? Troy! - Oh, lovely, darling. - Nice. Daddy, why not let Troy try a shot? - Of course. Of course. - No, I shouldn't. - Come on. - Are you sure? - Yeah! - Yes, sir. - Are you sure it's okay, Mr Evans? - It sure is. - Give it a ride. - Thank you. - Here you go, Daddy. - Thank you, dear. - That's a beautiful swing. - Really beautiful. That is a beautiful swing. - That was awesome. - Thanks, man. - Come on! What do you say we... - What? I don't know. Off we go. I'm saving up for a car. I'm saving up for a car. Well, Tiger Woods would have been proud to make that putt! What a shame that Troy is only bussing dishes all summer, given that he's a potential star for your alma mater, Daddy. I've seen Troy play basketball. I think the U of A Redhawks will be very interested in him. That's inspired, Daddy. Troy is very concerned about college. - Really? - Yeah. - How's Coach Bolton these days? - Oh, fantastic. Outstanding. What? Oh, next time I see Country Club Princess, I'm gonna launch her and her pink cart straight into the lake. I'll build the ramp, buddy. Danforth, this is a kitchen, not a day spa. You and Jason suit up for dinner duty in the dining room. Bolton, you have five minutes to change and come with me. In case you're not familiar with this particular item, it goes around your neck, like a dog collar. Chop-chop. - And she stepped on the ball. - I did not. - Yes, you did. - I can believe that. Hey! Here's our superstar. Troy Bolton, this is Peter. - Peter. Good to meet you. - How are you? - This is Claire. - Hello. - And you know the family. - Hello. This kid's pretty handy on the fairways as well as the hard court. Bet you worked up yourself an appetite lugging those bags all over the place, huh? Yeah, yeah. A little bit. What do you say we get some food, and we can talk about your future. - My future? - Yeah, sit down. Have a seat. Daddy's on the board of directors at the University of Albuquerque. So, Troy, I saw your championship game. I mean, wow! That last-second shot at the buzzer... Outstanding. Actually, my teammates here stole the ball, otherwise I wouldn't have had a chance... Oh, you're much too modest, Troy. You were voted MVP for the entire season. This shirt positively screams for a Windsor knot. - Thank you. - Let me get that for you. You know, we've got a heck of a basketball programme over at U of A, and an excellent scholarship programme as well. Scholarship? Yeah. You know, between the two of us here, we... We pull a little weight over at the school. Well, time flies when you're having fun, but Mr Fulton will probably want me clocking out. Come on. Don't be silly. You haven't had any dessert, and we haven't talked about golf, yet. Oh, basketball and golf are just the beginning with Troy, Daddy. Have you heard him sing? Oh, triple threat. Oh, how wonderful. Troy can participate in the talent show. Oh, come on, Troy. Give them a sample. Kelsi! Kelsi. No, actually my voice is... Is feeling a little bit hoarse tonight, you know, all the talking. But thank you very much for the food and the golf and everything. It was amazing. But you will sing some other time, though? With me. Promise? - Promise. - Perfect. Dessert? Sorry I'm late! Give me two more minutes. Nice tie. Your shoes don't match though. Kidding. Honey, two minutes is being late, but an hour is approaching a felony. Just because Troy's a nice guy, doesn't mean he's immune to boy disease. Boy disease? Yeah, forgetting things he shouldn't forget. Oh, so now you're a boy expert? My older sister has 10 rules about boy behaviour, and nine of them involve boys forgetting things they should never forget, like dinner dates. Well, it wasn't an official date type of thing. Rule number three, all dates are official, whether the boy knows it or not. - You're not done. - But I'm done for the day, sir. And actually, I have a date. Mr Bolton, you're under the mistaken impression I'm interested in what you have to say. Just follow me. - But I... - No more speaking. - Hey, where are we going? - Please, Mr Bolton. - How long is this gonna take? - Watch your step. Insurance issues. I'm supposed to have a date tonight. But the evening is young and so are you. Well, where are we? Hold your applause until the very end. What the heck? Mr Fulton? A long time ago In a land far away Lived the pineapple princess, Tiki She was sweet as a peach In a pineapple way But so sad that she hardly speaky Still, if you listen well You'll hear her secret wish Aloha, everybody, my name is Tiki. I long to free A truly remarkable fish My sweet prince Humu, humu, nuku, nuku, a pua'a Makahiki malihini who Humu, humu, nuku, nuku, a pua'a Ooh Hawana waka, waka, waka Niki pu, pu, pu Ryan, the fog! She dreams of a boy Who is under a spell That has left him all wet and scaly I sing from my heart Of the power of love Just a girl with a ukulele - Come to me - Come to her - My sweet one, and be still - Be still I'll grasp your tail Then stroke each tender gill My sweet prince Humu, humu, nuku, nuku, a pua'a Makahiki malihini who Humu, humu, nuku, nuku, a pua'a Ooh Hawana waka, waka, waka Niki pu, pu, pu Now this is where we lead into the whole Kabuki thing. The clouds turned grey And the big sky cried And the ocean had a fit Ryan! Where's my ocean? Then the wind went whoosh And thunder cracked And mighty Mount Fufu spit Mighty Mount Fufu spit Tiki, Tiki Want to speaky, speaky, speaky With the mighty spirit Fufu Tiki, Tiki Want to speaky, speaky, speaky - The words I will not mince - Word! Please make a man Of my fresh fish prince This is real fish talk. No lie. And then the fish turns into a gorgeous prince and sings... I'm Prince Humu Humu, nuku, nuku, a pua'a No. No way. Makahiki malihini who With me. Humu, humu, nuku, nuku, a pua'a Hawana waka, waka, waka Niki pu, pu, pu Everybody! Humu, humu, nuku, nuku, a pua'a Makahiki malihini who Humu, humu, nuku, nuku, a pua'a Hawana waka, waka, waka Niki pu, pu, pu Waka, waka, waka Niki pu, pu, pu Waka, waka, waka Niki pu, pu, pu One minute. We'll talk about this later. So, you love it? Look, you ever tried just singing? I mean, without all the lights and sets and, like, backup people? Well, it'd be much harder to get applause that way. I'm not talking about applause. I'm talking about hanging out with friends. You know, doing nothing, and singing for fun. Wait a minute. Not doing anything. That might work. A dark stage, a single spotlight. We break out of darkness into the circle of light. - Wait, "we"? - No set, no frills. - Oh, man. - Simple. Dramatic. Just you and me. That is such a great idea, Troy. We could do it at our club talent show. Look, I'm here to work. Sharpay, I already told you being onstage really is your thing, it's not mine. It could be our thing. Time out on that one, okay? I've got an "our thing," it's with Gabriella, and... And I'm very late for her, so I got to go. - But the show could be so amazing... - I love your shoes. - You like them? - I really do. I bought them in New York. I have them in nine colours. Girls! Again from the top. Hey, lifeguard! You're crazy, Wildcat! And so late, but I brought food, a few little candles. I'm good for a poolside picnic. What do you say? Zeke even made desserts. But first, I dare you to jump in. You know we're not supposed to be in the pool. Club rules. Cramp! I need a lifeguard! Rescue me! Rescue me! Here I come! Thanks for coming in. Follow me. Oh, listen. You know, right now, with you, it's finally starting to feel like summer. Yeah, it is. The water bugs are back. Look, Mr Fulton, this was my idea, she had nothing to do with it. I generously overlooked your previous break violation, but then came the golf course jaunt, and now this. Two strikes. Don't get a third. Out of the pool. Sharpay's dad let me play a few holes and then invited me to dinner with some U of A alumni. Really? And they were talking about scholarships, while Jason and Chad were, like, serving me. And getting paid for it. It's called a job. You were invited, nothing wrong with that. Yeah. I don't know. It felt weird. I love that you've got the team working together, but you're not gonna be a Wildcat forever. The team is now, and that's... It's good, but everybody's got their own future. I'm not sure I know what you mean. Well, when you graduate, lots of people are gonna be chasing the same opportunities. There's nothing wrong with keeping your eye on the prize. In fact, if you don't, you get left behind. Yeah, I know, I'm just saying, I didn't get my friends jobs at the club so they could sit and watch me eat in the dining room. You know, I'm just saying never be ashamed of attention, as long as you've earned it. You know, a scholarship's special, that's why there's only a few to go around. Yeah, yeah. I get it, Dad. Okay. So, how was the food at Lava Springs? Insanely good. - Take it out for a spin. - No way. Well, you didn't think I was going to drive this heap, did you? Yes! Yes! Okay, bring those knees up as high as you can and circle those arms. Hey, water bug. Last night was so fun. I really didn't mean to get you in trouble. Same here. - So, maybe today we can have our... - Troy? What time is your lunch break? Troy! - 1:30. - 1:30, great. Free cheeseburgers are on me. Everybody looks great. Awesome job. Okay, now, some jumping jacks. Hey. What is she up to? - Who knows? - Believe me, she does. I'm sorry I'm late, Mr Fulton, but about the pool thing last night, you can't blame Gabriella... - I'm promoting you. - You're what? There's an opening as an assistant to the golf pros. Salaried job, no clocking in. - But, I... - $500 a week, plus tips. What? Per week? Oh, my... That's off the hook! I think it sounds very manageable. Shall we? Bolton! - Wait. So you want me to teach golf? - To kids. Oh, the joy. - But, sir, I don't think I'm qualified. - Worry not. Simply show the little angels which end of the club to hold, tee the ball up, then duck. In addition, the board is extending membership privileges to you. You have complete use of club facilities, but do so prudently, meaning, fellow Wildcats? Not. Congratulations. You'll find an appropriate choice of clothing here. Do not mix checks with plaids, blue with browns, and avoid wearing white socks at all cost. Leave your shoes outside the locker, they will be buffed and polished each evening. Yes! Oh, man! Save it for the first tee. And to get there, this might come in handy. That's the key to your golf cart. Number 14. The same number that's on your basketball uniform, so I'm told. Questions? How did this happen? It would seem that the Evans family thinks you have untapped potential. Young man, the future is full of uncharted waters, and this family has real clout, so I suggest you take the ride. Yeah. Italian. Awesome, junior golfers! You guys look amazing! Hey! Hey! Slow down, champ. Slow down. Save some for the other kids. There you go. Cool shorts, buddy. All right. Hey. Hey, cutie. Try holding the club that way, you're going to hit it way farther. All right. Nice backswing, man. Nice backswing. Good job, killer. Make the ball fear you. You look good. Great job, everybody. Good job, guys! - Bolton. Bolton. Your 11:30 is here. - Thanks, man. Good luck, buddy. Troy! Oh, man. - Cool balls. - Thanks. You're welcome. By the end of summer, you'll have me playing like a pro. Yeah. If I live that long. I'm so excited about the show. Oh, and don't worry. We'll find something great to do. Look, Sharpay, I already told you, singing really isn't my thing. And here's the best news, all the Redhawk boosters will be there. - Really? - Of course. We'll lock up your scholarship with a high "C" right from centre stage. We're all in this together, right? Your parents have been really, really nice, Sharpay, but singing with you isn't a part of my job. I know, just something you promised to do. Remember? You look fabulous in your new clothes, by the way. - You like the shoes? They're Italian. - Nice. Let me show you how this is done. It's really easy. Just line up to your target. Nice, easy backswing. - Hey, Gab. - Hey! That girl's got more moves than an octopus in a wrestling match. - Nah. He knows how to swim. - Yeah. Troy can handle himself. I did overhear him asking her for her opinion on his new Italian golf shoes. He didn't ask me. So, wake up, sister! She's basically offering him a college education just to sing with her in the talent show. - Troy would never do that. - You got eyes, use them. - Let's go eat. - Yeah, I got to go. Hey, see you later? - Okay. - Okay. You're going to take it back and through. - Troy, Fulton wants you in the lobby. - Fantastic. Thank you. See you. And she steps on the ball. - Troy Bolton. This is... - I've seen them all play at U of A. Oh, all right. Well, come scrimmage at our gym. It'll be good for your game. - Play with you guys? - Yeah. Let's get down, bro. - Awesome. - All right. - Let's all get some awesome lunch. - Yeah. I knew it! Coral blue! It's perfect for your skin tone. And mine, too! We are majorly skin-tone compatible, Troy. - I have no idea what that means. - You don't need to. I'm here for you. - Who's hungry? - Let's eat. I mean, how can you hit the ball straight if your clubs don't trust you? - That's the key. So, it's all in the grip. - Okay. You got to hold it just right. That looks great. Hey, I almost forgot. I ordered Swiss on my burger. So, go ahead and check it out, man. Try it. See what you think. Danforth, table three needs more iced tea. Now, rotate your hands over the top. - Put your thumb on that side. - Okay. There you go, man. You're good. I'll see you on the course. - Yeah. Let's do it, man. - Yeah. - Zeke! Troy wants Swiss. - Coming right up. You know, you were right. There's a guy out there that looks just like Troy Bolton, but I have no idea who he really is. Oh, hey. Kelsi's got some great new ideas - to spice up the talent show. It's got... - I'm thrilled. That new duet that Troy and Gabriella sang? I need it. - Actually, it's not available. - Repeat. Well, it's something I wrote for Troy and Gabriella, just in case they decide to... You're an employee, not a fairy godmother. Let's have it. Transpose it into my key. Troy and I will be doing it in the talent show. Oh, and brighten up the tempo. We'll need to keep people awake. What about our song? - What about Humu Humu? - Change in plans. What am I supposed to do with my Tiki Warrior outfit? Save it for Halloween, go to a luau, sell it online. I don't know! But in the meantime, keep an eye on those Wildcats. If they're planning on being in the show, which I doubt, once they hear about Troy and me, I don't want any surprises. Oh, and don't worry, I'll find a song for you somewhere in the show. - Or the next show. - Really? Don't strain yourself, slick. Entertainers are so temperamental. Transpose! Look at you. - Go, team. - Yeah. It's a gift from the guys. The "guys"? Oh, you mean all those tall people? Yeah. Yeah. Hey, look. I got to go in a minute, but I'll be back in about an hour. I'll pick you up in my new truck and we'll go to a movie. I promise. "Promise" is a really big word, Troy. Yeah. I know. And we've got the staff baseball game after work. Remember, you "promised" that you'd play? Right. Right. Baseball. I will absolutely meet you there. - You forgot, didn't you? - No. I just got the date mixed up. And I'm sorry I couldn't make lunch today. I just... It's been wild, you know? I can't believe how things are working out here. So I see. Italian golf shoes, new clothes, golf carts. That's crazy stuff. Hard to keep track of it all, I bet. So, what's your point? It just doesn't seem like new stuff, it seems like a new Troy. All right, let's see if Tiger Woods still has a jump shot. - Hey, hey, Bolton! Come on! - Hey! Why don't you tell them to come over here and mix it up? We'll show them some game. You know, I don't think that's how they roll. That's not how they "roll"? No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I just think it's a closed practice. Sorry. Wow. Well, maybe you can get us a video? Bolton, come on! But yesterday you said we were going to play two-on-two after work, - before the baseball game. - I know. I know, man. I'm sorry. Come on, Zeke, that was so yesterday. You know, when we were all on a team! - Hey, man. - Hey, how's it going? Hey, Bolton! That's my ball. - Here we go! - How's it going, guys? Would you guys be mad at me if I ask him to get me one of those cool Redhawk jackets? Hey. Come on. I'm so excited about the game. It's going to be so cool. Hey, Ryan. No rehearsals? My sister is working up something new. So, you coming to the baseball game? I'm not staff. Wasn't invited. Hey, everyone's invited. Come on. Hop in. All right. Hold on! All right! Right here! Beep, beep! Beep, beep! What, did Fulton send you out here to spy on us? Nah, my sister did. She thinks you guys are going to upstage her talent show. Oh, no worries. We were going to do the show, but then Troy bailed on us, so, whatever. What do you mean "whatever"? It's our summer, remember? I thought we decided doing the show would be fun. - Well, I think so. - Me, too. - Who are we kidding? - I don't think so. We don't know how to put together a show. No, but he does. If we have a real director putting it together, it could be great. Have the employees ever won a Star Dazzle Award? - Hey, now... - I know what you can do, Ryan, - so why not do it for us? - All right, look, if you want to play ball, then grab a mitt, but I don't dance. You don't think dancing takes some game? - You got game? - A little. Yes! Hey, pitcher. Ball. All right! Let's hustle! Come on! Wildcats! Get your head in the game! Hey! Oh! Play ball Hey, hey! Hey, batter batter, hey, batter batter Swing I've got to just do my thing Hey, batter batter, hey, batter batter Swing Yeah I'll show you that it's one and the same Baseball, dancing, same game It's easy Step up to the plate, start swinging I want to play ball now and that's all This is what I do It ain't no dance that you can show me Hey, hey, hey - Yeah - You'll never know - Oh, I know - lf you never try There's just one little thing that stops me every time - Yeah - Come on! - I don't dance - I know you can - Not a chance - No - lf I can do this, well, you can do that - But I don't dance - Hit it out of the park - I don't dance - I say you can - There's not a chance - Oh - Slide home, you score Swinging on the dance floor I don't dance, no Hey, batter batter, hey, batter batter Swing I've got to just do my thing Hey, batter batter, hey, batter batter Swing Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Two stepping, now you're up to bat Bases loaded, do your dance It's easy, take your best shot Just hit it I've got what it takes playing my game So, you better spin that pitch you're gonna throw me - Yeah - I'll show you how I swing - You'll never know - Oh, I know If you never try There's just one little thing - That stops me every time - Yeah, come on - I don't dance - I know you can - Not a chance - No, no If I can do this Well, you can do that - But I don't dance - Hit it out of the park - I don't dance - I say you can There's not a chance Oh no Slide home, you score Swingin' on the dance floor I don't dance no Lean back, tuck it in, take a chance Swing it out, spin around do the dance I wanna play ball not dance hall I'm makin' a triple not a curtain call I can prove it to you till you know it's true 'Cause I can swing it I can bring it to the diamond too You're talkin' a lot Show me what you got Stop Swing Hey Swing it like this Yeah oh - Swing - Come on - Jitterbug - Just like that oh That's what I mean That's how you swing You make a good pitch but I don't believe - I say you can - I know I can't I don't dance You can do it I don't dance, no Nothin' to it Atta boy, Atta boy, yeah Hey, batter batter, hey, batter batter What One, two, three, four Everybody, swing, come on - I don't dance - I know you can Not a chance No, no If I can do this Well, you can do that But I don't dance Hit it out of the park - I don't dance - I say you can There's not a chance No, no If I can do this Well, you can do that But I don't dance Hit it out of the park - I don't dance - I know you can Not a chance No, no If I can do this Well, you can do that But I don't dance Hit it out of the park - I don't dance - I say you can - There's not a chance - Oh Slide home, you score Swinging on the dance floor I don't dance, no Safe! That's it! It's okay! Hey, Evans. I'm not saying I'm going to dance in the show, but if I did, what would you have me do? Hey! Get back, get back! Here we go, here we go! Defence, hold him tight! Oh, dang! This kid's good. I like what I'm seeing. Troy gives 110, 24l7, that you can count on. Here we go! - Game. Game. - Good game! Was I right? Great. All right, so you call that a "little" game? Little League. World Series. Newport, Rhode Island. Champions. - Good job! - Nice hat. - You're so awesome. - Hey. What can I say? - Troy, you ready to run it back? - Let's run it, man. - All right. Let's go, yo. - Let's go. Let's go, yo, let's go. Let's run it back. - Looking good. - Wow, Wildcat! - Too much? - Only in daylight. - Yeah. - East High colours, very impressive. - Hey. Be true to your school, right? - Absolutely. Everyone's excited about doing the show. Hey, I know everyone thinks that I'm Sharpay's poodle, - but I really think that I could... - Hey. If they were thinking that, they're not thinking that today. How do you do that swing-step you did last night? That's easy. Hey. - Hey. - Hey. So, I called last night. I got hung up at the gym. Hey, my dad says you're doing great with those college guys. Oh. Yeah. They're awesome. Playing with them is like being in another world. Well, you missed out on a fun night. It was a great game. But the dessert afterwards had to be the best part. Her mom makes the best brownies - in the entire world. - Yeah, I know. I've had them. Well, I'll see you guys later. Hey, LeBron, how'd it go with the Redhawks? You know, they're very tall. We got Vince from maintenance to play, so it worked out. - In case you were wondering. - Maybe we could play later today. I don't know. Check with Vince. Well, Mr Evans set up the workout, not me. Did you even ask to include us, Captain? I didn't go looking for the Redhawks, the Redhawks came to me. Okay? I didn't sign up for this golf job, Fulton offered it. I said yes. My decision. But I show up to work same as you, so chill, man. You get a speck of dirt on your pants, - and someone dry cleans you. - And you wouldn't do the same thing... - lf I was as good as you? - I did not say that. - You didn't have to! - And neither did you! You know what? We didn't vote you captain because of your jump shot. Okay, we did it because you're the guy who usually knows what's up. - But I guess things change. - You think you got me all figured out? Well, I don't think so. And I don't answer to you. Then maybe you should start answering to yourself! Look, we have been like brothers since pre-school. If I don't know who you are these days, then who does? Excuse me. You're all being paid to work, not play Dr Phil. Chop-chop. Table settings, nice. Oh. No, no. No. No. No. Now, that? Fabulous. Troy! Daddy will make certain the entire scholarship committee is right here. Perfect view. I've already spoken to your mother. They're going to be sitting at a table right next to ours. It's going to be a fabulous evening. - Come on. - Great. Rehearsal, everyone! - Taylor, I'm signing off on everything. - Fabulous! - Thank you, Mrs Evans. - Good job. Look, Sharpay. I know I promised I'd do this, but just take it easy on me. I'm kind of new to the whole performing thing. Five, six, seven, eight! You are the music in You are the music in Are the music in You know the words "Once upon a time" Makes you listen, there's a reason And when you dream there's a chance you'll find A little laughter, or happy ever after You're harmony to the melody That's echoing inside my head A single voice Above the noise Like a common thread Sing it to me When I hear my favourite song I know we belong 'Cause you are the music in me It's living in all of us It's here Because you are the music in me You are the music in You are the music in Are the music in Harmony to the melody Echoing inside my head When I hear my favourite song I know we belong 'Cause you are the music in me It's living in all of us It's here Because you are the music in Me, me, me, me, me You are the music in You are the music in me Yeah, yeah Oh, yeah Great job! One second. Great rehearsal! Everybody break! You know, Troy, I've always known you were special. And it's pretty obvious I'm special, too. I think we were meant to sing together, don't you? I need some air. Don't be long! We're going to run it again! Show me what you got! Come on, everybody! Here we go! You're up! You're up! You're up first! Here we go! Give it to me! Come on! Oh, yeah! You got it! Here we go! Pass it to me! Come on, let's dance! You're up! You're up! Let's show them what we got! Come on! All right! Oh, cut that! Get out of here! - You got it! Hey. - Good job! - Thank you. - You're welcome. I said keep an eye on them, not turn them into the cast of Grease! Pretty cool, huh? Do you want us to lose the Star Dazzle Award to a bunch of dishwashers? Us? Well, I guess that's showbiz. When did you become one of them? You know, I'll take that as a compliment. But you and Troy have a good show, sis. Oh, we plan to. Give me a beat. The Midsummer's Night Talent Show means something to me, - and to my family. - Well... Those Wildcats will turn it into a farce. I'm... Your brother is one of "those Wildcats," I'm told. Oh, don't you mention that traitor to us. Employee involvement in the show is a tradition here. Traditions change. My parents have important guests coming. We'll need every employee working the party, and not on stage. Pardon moi, but we're not just talking about employees, we're talking about your classmates. You might want to think this one out. All right. Done. Now do it. - Hi, Taylor. - Hi. Distribute these in the staff area, but not until the end of shift. - What? Wait! Mr Fulton... - No discussion, Miss McKessie. This is a business. Welcome to the world of adults who wish to keep their jobs because they have mortgages they wish to pay, tuition bills, car payments, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. So, sometimes, we have to perform tasks, however unpleasant, that are necessary for that all-too-important paycheque to land in our all-too-empty pockets! - May I get you a cup of tea, Mr Fulton? - Chamomile would be lovely. - Go, Martha! Go, Martha! - Go, Martha! Go, Martha! May I have your attention, please? You guys, I need to make an announcement. All junior staffers will be required to work on show night. - What? - Yeah, it says, "No staff participation in the show will be allowed. No exceptions." - No show? - There's a show. We're just not in it. That's great. I'm sorry, you guys. There's nothing we can do about it. It's Fulton's orders. There's no way this is Fulton's idea. Unless Fulton suddenly has blonde hair and wears designer flip-flops. Excuse me. - Totally! - Sharpay! Forget about the rest of us, how about the fact that your brother has worked extremely hard on this show? Oh, boo-hoo. He'll be in the show. He'll do his celebrity impersonations. And don't lecture me about Ryan, given the way you've been interfering with Troy's future. What? You've gotten him written up by Fulton for sneaking on the golf course, swimming after hours. I had to step in just to save Troy's job. I'm not interested in what you think you're doing for Troy. That's between you and him. But you're messing with my friends, my summer, and that's not okay with me. You don't like the fact that I won. What's the prize? Troy? The Star Dazzle Award? You have to go through all of this just to get either one? No, thanks, Sharpay. You're very good at a game that I don't want to play, so I'm done here. But you better step away from the mirror long enough to check the damage that will always be right behind you. Girls! Hey. What do you mean you're done here? I mean, you can't quit. Us working together sounded good, but plans change and people change. The club talent show is a big deal for Sharpay, and evidently for your future, so it's cool. Just make it happen. - Wear your new Italian shoes. - Hey, I'm still me. Blowing off your friends, missing dates? - Lf that's you, it's good to know. - No, no, no, no, no. I was only doing that because I'm working on the scholarship thing. You know that. But if along the way you act like someone you're not, pretty soon that's who you become. I meant what I said about movies and summer and just being together. I'm sure you did, at the time. But I also meant what I said, that I want to remember this summer. But not like this, Troy. I gotta say what's on my mind Something about us doesn't seem right these days Life keeps getting in the way Whenever we try Somehow the plan is always rearranged It's so hard to say But I gotta do what's best for me You'll be okay I've got to move on and be who I am I just don't belong here I hope you understand We might find a place in this world someday But at least for now I gotta go my own way Don't wanna leave it all behind But I get my hopes up And I watch them fall every time Another colour turns to grey And it's just too hard to watch it all Slowly fade away I'm leaving today 'Cause I gotta do what's best for me You'll be okay I've got to move on and be who I am I just don't belong here I hope you understand We might find our place in this world someday But at least for now I gotta go my own way What about us? What about everything we've been through? What about trust? You know I never wanted to hurt you What about me? What am I supposed to do? - I gotta leave, but I'll miss you - I'll miss you Oh, so I've got to move on and be who I am Why do you have to go? I just don't belong here I hope you understand I'm trying to understand We might find a place in this world someday - But at least for now - I want you to stay I gotta go my own way I've got to move on and be who I am What about us? I just don't belong here I hope you understand I'm trying to understand We might find our place in this world someday But at least for now I gotta go my own way I gotta go my own way I gotta go my own way You're usually taking these right off the grill. Maybe I've been eating too much at the club. You've barely been out of this room the last three or four days. - Let's call the guys, get a game going. - They wouldn't come even if I called. I find that hard to believe. Dad, do I seem different to you this summer? You dress a lot better, that's for sure. Oh, man, I'm serious. Maybe my friends are right, maybe I'm turning into a jerk with new shoes. New shoes, not a new kid. Where's this coming from? I've been so focused on my future. I mean, Gabriella quit. Chad won't talk to me. I don't see the Wildcats running around here. Is this about going after what you want? Yeah, Dad. The scholarship's important. I get it. Hey, hey. Look, it's only a big deal if it makes sense to you. I don't even know who I am any more. You know what? I've known this kid for a long, long time. And I got a lot of faith in him. He looks a lot like you. I'm absolutely sure he's going to figure out the right thing to do. It's so good. I cannot wait. Yeah, I'm eating so much breakfast, I won't be able to eat my dinner at night. Oh, yeah. It's okay, Ryan's gonna help. - I don't know. - We'll get it eventually. Excuse me. Everybody's always talking at me Everybody's trying to get in my head I wanna listen to my own heart talking I need to count on myself instead - Did you ever - Lose yourself to get what you want? - Did you ever - Get on a ride then wanna get off? Did you ever Push away the ones you should've held close? Did you ever let go? Did you ever not know? I'm not gonna stop, that's who I am I'll give it all I got, that is my plan Will I find what I lost? You know you can Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it Bet on me I wanna make it right, that is the way To turn my life around Today is the day Am I the type of guy who means what I say? Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it How will I know if there's a path worth taking? Should I question every move I make? With all I've lost, my heart is breaking I don't want to make the same mistakes Did you ever Doubt your dream will ever come true? Did you ever Blame the world but never blame you? - I will never - Try to live a lie again I don't wanna win this game if I can't play it my way I'm not gonna stop, that's who I am I'll give it all I got, that is my plan Will I find what I lost? You know you can Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it I wanna make it right, that is the way To turn my life around Today is the day Am I the type of guy who means what I say? Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it Oh, hold up Gimme room to think Bring it on down Gotta work on my swing Gotta do my own thing Hold up It's no good at all to see yourself And not recognise your face Out on my own It's such a scary place The answers are all inside of me All I got to do is believe I'm not gonna stop, not gonna stop till I get my shot That's who I am, that is my plan We'll end up on top You can bet on it, bet on it bet on it, bet on You can bet on it, bet on it, bet on it Bet on me I wanna make it right, that is the way To turn my life around Today is the day Am I the type of guy who means what I say? Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it You can bet on me This way. What do you mean you're not doing the show? - Exactly that. - We're singing a duet, Troy! A duet means two people. Well, mostly me in this case, but whatever! Duet! I'm an employee. Employees aren't allowed in the show. No, no, no, no. No, no. You're an honorary member. Not any more. - I asked Fulton for my kitchen job back. - What? Sharpay, I don't like the way you've been treating my friends. And I don't like the way I've been treating them either, so I'm doing something about it. An entire table of University boosters are coming to see you, thanks to me. So, I'll be their waiter. They'll be thrilled. Troy, Troy. This could change your life! I'm more interested in about what my friends think of me, and what I think of myself. Oh, we could all hold hands around the campfire some other time! Right now we've got a show to do. No. You've got a show to do. I got a kitchen to clean. It's okay. Kelsi, find Ryan. Welcome this evening. You'll be seated at table 21. Kelly, will you escort them, please? Excellent. Ladies, you look gorgeous - this evening. Beautiful. - And now, returning with a abridged version of last year's tap-dancing epic, Tina and her Tippety-Tappity Toes! There you are! Thank goodness you've come to your senses. Plug in the volcano. Humu Humu is back on. Enjoy your pineapple on your own, sis. I'm not doing the show. What? Oh, put some fresh batteries in your Tiki Warrior costume - and let's get going! - Took your advice. Sold it online. You've always wanted the spotlight. Now you've got it. Break a leg. The curtain's up. Showtime! Kelsi told us what went down between you and Sharpay. I'm more interested in what went down between me and you, man. - I was a jerk. - Yeah. But, hey, brothers fight. And they're still brothers. All right! Guys, I messed up your show and I'm sorry. Yeah, because show business is our entire lives, right? Hey, I hope you haven't permanently filled my spot in the two-on-two game. And, Ryan, I know how hard you must've worked on this show. Making these Wildcats look good couldn't have been easy. - Hey. - So, I apologise. Hey, the truth is, we've all had a lot of fun. At least, I have. Hey, you gotta see this dude play baseball. I'm looking forward to it. - All right! - Yeah! Troy, listen, all these people out there, I don't really want to see my sister crash and burn. At least, I think I don't. I think you should sing with her. My life is over. I've been a good girl. I've never lied, except when necessary. I always bought my parents expensive gifts, using their credit card, of course. But I don't deserve this humiliation! You need to get out there. Mrs Hoffenfeffer and her sock puppet are stinking up the premises. Well, the only thing that would make it any lovelier would be that if I won that Star Dazzle Award! Sharpay, I'm going to find you. That award, I tell you, it's mine! Mine! Mine! Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who's the... Oh, forget it. How's your show going? How's it going? My show makes the captain of the Titanic look like he won the lottery. - I'll sing with you, Sharpay. - What? I promised. And I keep my promises. But what was the first thing you said to me when I started working here? - Bring me more iced tea? - Think harder. We're... - All in this together. - Exactly. Well, we are. So, let's get out there and knock them dead, Troy Bolton! I do the show if the Wildcats do the show. And I'd think fast. I just sort of wish you were doing this for me. You're a good guy, Troy. And actually, right now, I think I like you better than I like myself. Did I just say that? Girls! Places! - Okay. Everyone. Ryan, the show's on. - Where's the music? Where's Troy? Talked to Sharpay, everything's cool. Hey, speaking of my sister, she wants you to learn a new song. Everyday. I can't learn a new song! - Kelsi will help you with it. - What? - It's showtime! - Yeah! - What team? - Wildcats! - What team? - Wildcats! - What team? - Wildcats! Once in a lifetime And now it's time for our five-time Star Dazzle Award winner, Miss Sharpay Evans, singing this year with our assistant golf pro, Mr Troy Bolton. Where is Troy? - Hey. Why did you switch songs? - Switch songs? What? - Yeah, Ryan said... - Bolton! - But I didn't learn a new song. - Exactly. Girls! Once in a lifetime Means there's no second chance So I believe that you and me Should grab it while we can Make it last forever And never give it back It's our turn and I'm loving where we're at Because this moment's really all we have Every day of our lives Wanna find you there Wanna hold on tight Gonna run While we're young And keep the faith Every day From right now Gonna use our voices and scream out loud Take my hand Together we will celebrate Celebrate Oh, every day They say that you should follow And chase down what you dream But if you get lost and lose yourself What does it really mean? No matter where we're going Oh, yeah, it starts from where we are There's more to life When we listen to our hearts And because of you I've got the strength to start Yeah, yeah, yeah Every day of our lives Wanna find you there Wanna hold on tight Gonna run While we're young And keep the faith Oh, every day From right now Gonna use our voices and scream out loud Take my hand Together we will celebrate Oh, every day We're taking it back We're doing it here together It's better like that And stronger now than ever We're not gonna lose 'Cause we get to choose That's how it's gonna be Every day of our lives Wanna find you there Wanna hold on tight Gonna run While we're young And keep the faith Keep the faith Every day of our lives Wanna find you there Wanna hold on tight Gonna run While we're young And keep the faith Oh, yeah - Every day - Every day From right now Gonna use our voices and scream out loud - Take my hand - Take my hand Together we will celebrate - Every day - Oh, every day Oh, oh, every day Oh, every day Every day - Oh, yeah, yeah - I'm singing every day Every day Every day Every day Every day Every day Every day Yeah Just fabulous! Fabulous! Well. If you'll all please take your seats. I have one last task to perform this evening. The Star Dazzle for this year goes to, of course, our one and only... My brother, Ryan Evans! That's our boy! Fix the hat. Yeah You are the music in me You know the words "Once upon a time" Make you listen there's a reason When you dream There's a chance you'll find A little laughter, or happy ever after You're harmony to the melody That's echoing inside my head A single voice above the noise - Here's to the future. - No. Here's to right now. And like a common thread You're pulling me When I hear my favourite song I know that we belong Oh, you are the music in me Yeah, it's living in all of us And it's brought us here because - Because you are the music in me - Because you are the music in me Yeah, yeah, yeah You are the music in me When I hear my favourite song I know that we belong You are the music in me It's living in all of us And it's brought us here because You are the music in me You are the music in me One, two, three, four The summer that we wanted Yeah, we've finally got it Now's the time we get to share Each day we'll be together Now until forever So everybody everywhere Let's take it to the beach Take it there together Let's celebrate today 'Cause there'll never be another We're stronger this time We've been there for each other Everything's just right Everybody, all for one Our real summer has just begun Let's rock and roll, and just let go Feel the rhythm of the drums We're gonna have fun in the sun Now that all the hard work Work is done Everybody one for all And all for one - All for one - All for one, one Summertime together Now we're even closer That's the way it's meant to be Oh, we're just getting started Come and join the party You deserve it same as me Let's take it to the beach Take it there together Let's celebrate today 'Cause there'll never be another We're stronger this time We've been there for each other Everything's just right Everybody, all for one Our real summer has just begun Let's rock and roll, and just let go Feel the rhythm of the drums We're gonna have fun in the sun Now that all the hard work Work is done Everybody one for all And all for one Everybody up Everybody rock it Take it from the top And never ever stop it It's not about the future It's not about the past It's making every single day Last and last and last Fun and sun What could be better? Let's have fun Everyone together now Everybody, everybody now This is where our summer really begins The very last time it's ever gonna be like this It's a party you don't wanna miss Guys, show them we can make some moves, hey Girls, show them we know how to groove, oh - Here - And now - Let's turn the party - Out Everybody jump in Everybody, all for one Our real summer has just begun Let's rock and roll, and just let go Feel the rhythm of the drums We're gonna have fun in the sun Now that all the hard work Work is done Everybody one for all Everybody, all for one Let's rock and roll, and just let go Feel the rhythm of the drums We're gonna have fun in the sun Now that all the hard work Work is done Come on, everyone, let's dance We can't let the moment pass Let's make the party last All for one All for one Yeah! Coral blue! It's totally like your skin tone. And mine, too! We are majorly skin-tone compatible, Troy. My daughter. Then maybe you should start answering to yourself! By the end of summer, you'll have me playing like a pro. If we live that long. For you. Cut! Troy! - Put it in forward. - It is!

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