#best gemstones for anxiety

[piscesperspective]

How Citrine is healing to a depressed Pisces

How Citrine is healing to a depressed Pisces

Emotional Pisces sometimes will catch themselves in a funk. This is why Citrine is a great stone to have on standby. Pisces use citrine for meditation to aid in healing from depression and low self-esteem. Citrine helps revive confidence and motivation.

[honey-writes-sometimes]

Random romance headcanons for the Lin Kuei Brothers

what do they search on a partner, how are dates with them, that sort of stuff

I tried to make this headcanons as accurate to what i think these characters would do canonlly

(I accidentally posted my draft but now i finished it, still learning how to write and use tumblr)

Kuai Liang/Scorpion

>Kuai Liang is an honourable grandmaster, he puts humbleness and passion over other traits. he is looking for someone with honour, kind and selfless, with the will to complete their goals, without sacrificing anyone in the process

>he prefers a peaceful person, one that he can spend quiet and tranquil nights with, he is a quiet person himself, he loves soft and peaceful chats, your voice calms him down and talking to you is the perfect way for him to distress

>he doesn't mind if you are in the Shirai Ryu or not, but he will consider you as a valuable ally to his clan, a loyal and truthful counselor, but it will sweep him off his feet if you decide to help him and the Shirai Ryu with their goals

>dates with him are difficult to have, he is the grandmaster of the Shirai Ryu, he often goes on missions or stays up late doing tasks or errands for the clan, training his initiates and ninjas too, Kuai Liang has little time for himself, but when he does he spends it with you, most likely in bed talking and staying up late playing with your hair, he loves late night talks with you, it soothing and comforting for him

>as for gifts, he will gift you meaningful things, he can gift you flowers or beautiful jewelry with gemstones and every single one has their own meaning, if he misses you he will send you forget-me-nots which means that he doesn't want you to forget about him or if he comes back to you after a long mission he will bring lilies of the valley with him, because it means the return of his happiness. he uses his gifts to communicate his feelings

>Kuai Liang is not really a jealous man, he acknowledges his negative feelings and doesn't let them get in his head, he is not one to do any sudden act or dramatic scene out of jealousy, he will talk to you about his feelings, try and make you understand why he feels the way he does, i picture him as the most emotionally mature out of his brothers

>he doesn't like PDA, he is a grandmaster and tries to maintain a honourable and diplomatic image, not that his love for you is not honourable its just he doesn't want others to see him being vulnerable to you, his vulnerability is a side of him that only his loved ones know of, specially you, and he likes to keep it that way, he secretly loves the fact that only you can tear down all his walls and see him when he is most vulnerable

>he makes it up to you when you finally get time alone, he will hold you tight and whispers sweet words in you ears, he will kiss your jawline and temple between his words, and so sweetly too, he will reassure any doubt you have, comfort your feelings, ease down your anxiety, to wash down any negative feeling you feel, he doesn't mind being the one to hold you or comfort you, he feels happy to be the one to spoil you

>a relationship with Kuai Liang its something that keeps you yearning for him, to have more time with him, he is so close and yet out of reach because of his duties as a grandmaster, but he does his best to return home safe to you,

Bi-Han/Sub-Zero

>Bi-Han is a disciplined, cold and ambitious person, he doesn't mind making sacrifices to accomplish his goals. he wants a person that is decisive and disciplined like him by his side

>he wants a partner that is decisive, confident and determinated. a person that is fully capable of giving orders, he wants a partner that will join and lead the Lin Kuei alongside him, like his father and mother did. to him having a partner means working in a team to accomplish both your goals

>he wants you to join the Lin Kuei, he thinks if you are going to dedicate and expend the rest of your life with him you'll need to become a member of the Lin Kuei, it means that you are dedicated and loyal to him, alongside his goals and aspirations, he sees it as a sign of not only respect but devotion and love aswell

>if dates with Kuai Liang are rare, is even worse with Bi-Han, he is as busy as Kuai Liang if not more, he is busy even late at night, he comes to bed in midnight, if you fall asleep before his arrival, he will prepare himself for bed and cuddle with you, even if he won't admit it he loves having you close, its his way of apologizing for having little time for you. if you stay awake to wait for him it would make his cold heart flutter but he will scold you, saying that your need for proper rest comes before him, and you shouldn't sacrifice it for him

>Bi-Han is not much of giving you gifts out of emotions, but out of necessity and need, he will keep an eye on you, do you need hygiene products? Health care products? Skin care products? He has you covered, he will sent his men to bring you everything you need, or what you say you need, he demonstrates his love by taking care of your necessities

>Bi-Han is not a jealous man either but he is protective, overprotective even, if Sektor or any other Lin Kuei tries to convince you to participate in the Cyber Lin Kuei project Bi-Han will tell cut them off immediately, and coldly scold them, he doesn't want you to be involved in overly dangerous Lin Kuei business. you will rule by his side, aid him, share victories and glory with him, but he will never let you make the same sacrifices he or other Lin Kuei members do, you are too important to him to let you

>no PDA, like never, he hates being vulnerable in general terms but more so in public, he wants to keep a cold and intimidating exterior, he is the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, and he wants others to respect him, being it out of fear or admiration, he doesn't want others to see that you are his soft spot either, he fears people may use you against him

>even when you are alone, it is difficult for Bi-Han to let down his walls and fall apart in your arms, sience he was little he thought feelings like vulnerability made him weak, so he pushed these feelings aside, he thought it was the best for him, but thankfully he is slowly healing from that, you are making him heal, teaching him to be vulnerable to you, because you will never take advantage of him in this state

>being in a relationship with Bi-Han is rather hard, like with Kuai Liang being grandmaster has its duties, and they are heavy, plus his trauma doesn't help eiter, but if you manage to see pass and help him heal, step by step he will finally let you see that he is actually very devoted to you, he will do anything for you, he will kill for you if you needed, he would bring the world on their knees for you if you asked him to, he doesn't mind sacrificing anything or anyone to make you happy, because you make his cold heart beat with passion again

Tomas Vrbada/Smoke

>Tomas is one of the most kindest soul out of the mortal kombat characters, he emerged of his tragedies as a genuine and caring person. he is looking for someone as kind as him, he doesn't like petty, rude or troublesome people

>he is attracted to kindness, compassion, humbleness and anything between those lines, he doesn't mind if you are loud or quiet, shy or confident, introverted or extrovert, as long as your actions are good and honourable ones and you treat people right

>don't ever expect expensive gifts or dates from him, he is a humble person, he belives love relies on thought itself, he can bring you a couple of flowers he picked off the ground because they reminded him of you or just write you a letter of how he feels about you, even if his gifts are small he gives them to you with all his heart

>like his brothers, he doesn't have that much time with all the tasks he has because of the Shirai Ryu, training his initiates or going on missions, but he always tries to make time for you, and when he does he prefers dates at home or places where there is little to no people, he also prefers when you two make the food together, so cooking with you or going to picnics with you are his favourite type of dates, he also loves stargazing with you

>Tomas is not a jealous person most of the time, he often tries to ignore the feeling, but if it affects him too much he would get self-conscious and insecure, probably trying to avoid you while he cleans his thoughts, he thinks his jealousy is immature of his part, you need to reassure him and validate his feelings because no one ever really did that for him

>he is not big on PDA, does more than his brothers thought, he can hold your hand, hug you or compliment you in public, but nothing pass that. he doesn't like when people see you two being so vulnerable and loving, the love you two feel are just for you both, no one else. he also doesn't like the idea of other gossiping about your demonstrations of affection, he thinks it will give you trouble and he doesn't want to be a burden to you at all

>when you are alone he would show you how much he loves you, satisfy your needs, spoil you, and will do what he can to accomplish every desire you have, but with one condition, you must do the same for him. he is not the type to be happy with only giving or only receiving, you both should give and receive love equally, so spoil him with love too, he can get quite needy and eager for you love, he loves when you spoil eachother rotten

>a relationship with Tomas is a slow burn type of love, not rushed, he wants to experience your relationship at your own pace, step by step, he will kiss you for the first time or sleep with you for the first time when he feels that you are both ready to take that step on your relationship, even if he is ready and eager to try new things with you, he won't tell until he feels you are ready too, he will always wait for you it doesn't matter how much time, he will wait an eternity for you, if it meant he finally gets to be yours

[yanderes-galore]

Can I ask for a Infection AU concept for Rarity?

Sure, I feel so bad that Applejack isn't done at this time because I'm doing requests in order for the most part but I ASSURE you her part will be done before Patient Zero hopefully. For now, here's Rarity to finish off the main story parts.

Previous - Pinkie Pie

Next - Patient Zero

Yandere Virus! Rarity Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, "Flirty" behavior, Attempted kidnapping, Blood, Dark themes, Violence, Horror themes, Yandere virus, Body horror, Implied attempted forced relationship, Open ending.

In your eyes, the cave was your only form of salvation.

A cave is isolated from the rest of Ponyville and gets you away from Rainbow and Pinkie.

You don't even know where the rest went.

You aren't sure how long you can remain in hiding, but you hope the Princesses will find a way to cure this mess....

However, you pause when you see a light glowing in the cave.

Feeling your heart race you quietly sneak towards the light.

Ponies...? Why here?

Your eyes widen when you're met with Rarity picking out gemstones for presumably her newest muse.

She seems unaware of the mess going on outside, turning when she hears another set of hooves.

You two stare at one another, Rarity in shock not only due to your sudden presence... but your appearance.

You look like a mess.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing here? Why do you look so... tired? Is that blood!?"

You flinch softly, you're so used to the looks of pity your friends have been giving you...

But you'll never be used to what usually happens next.

"Rarity, it isn't safe outside. I... I don't even think I'm safe. It's a mess outside and we need to get help!"

You try your best to explain yourself to the pony, Rarity frowning at your anxiety.

She had only gone out of Ponyville for a little while to collect gems... what had she missed?

"Are you sure you're okay? Do you need me to tend to your wounds?"

Rarity's tone is sincere as she steps closer, looking you over.

You step back in response, shaking your head.

"Perhaps it's too late for both of us..." You sigh softly.

Rarity doesn't understand you, watching as you turn around.

"Follow me, we need to go, I'll try to explain on the way."

For the first time in a while, you take charge and run out of the cave with Rarity.

Rarity's confusion only deepens when she sees Rainbow and Pinkie fighting, two monsters lost in a world of delusion.

They only stop fighting when they see you and Rarity running off.

After that, the two bloodied ponies follow in pursuit.

You try your best to explain your predicament to the mare as you run with her.

You feel your breathing pick up as you catch more movement.

Like wolves you see the rest of the Mane Six appear, tracking you seemingly by scent as you flee.

They don't look like themselves... in fact they probably look even worse.

The stench of blood fills the air and you swear you see Rarity fighting back tears.

You don't blame her... you've wanted to cry since this thing started.

What's even worse is you know she's infected now just by being near you.

Her fate is sealed, she'll be like the rest, monsters chasing the very same goal.

Isn't this your fault?

You look around and see an abandoned cabin.

Desperate, you push Rarity into the cabin and lock the door.

Hooves bang against the walls, reminiscent of zombies in horror films.

You turn to see Rarity crying and shaking, unsure of what her friends became.

"I'm so sorry."

You feels yourself crying too, the mare staring at you in confusion.

Did... did you really do this?

Or was it Twilight?

It didn't matter at this point, did it?

You give up... you can't run anymore.

As the banging continues with hisses and distorted voice, you run over and embrace the mare.

Rarity freezes, eyes dilating for a moment before nuzzling into your soft coat.

"You should've never had to go through this..." You sob. "I didn't deserve this, either!"

You expect her to be angry, to look at you like you're disgusting.

But she doesn't... instead she keeps you locked in her embraced.

She says nothing, hold only tightening when a particularly loud bang is heard.

This is the end of the road... you can already tell infection is setting in Rarity as you speak.

"It's okay, my gemstone..." Rarity purrs out, you flinching at her flirty tone. "No pony is going to hurt you, my dearest... you just look so pretty...!"

She, like all the others, wants to keep you all to herself.

By the time the door breaks down and you're greeted with the scent of blood, you have an assumption that your time has come...

You couldn't run forever it seems.

[dimonds456]

Hey Dimonds, now that you are not making a second chance SU AU.

Does Spinel “pull a Bismuth”, because she’s afraid to Steven might “Abandon” her for Connie in the future.

Also because also the fact that it’s after pearl told everyone that Rose Quartz is Pink Diamond, (Spinel’s best friend who left her for 625 years). Causing Spinel to question her and Rose’s/Pink’s time together as “Friends”.

YOU. YOU GET IT.

So it's been years, but if I remember correctly, what I meant by "pull a Bismuth" was that Spinel attacked Steven for a VERY similar reason Bismuth did. It's less that she believed that Steven was Pink Diamond, and more that the gemstone won't ever change. Iirc.

She poofed from heartbreak when she discovered that Rose and Pink were the same person.

See, part of her history is that Pink Diamond got her from the garden and brought her to Earth, which Spins was excited about. Rose realized that just convincing Spinel to join the Crystal Gems wasn't going to work, because she was literally MADE to be Pink's friend and would stick by her no matter what, so they devised a plan; Pink Diamond would become just as horrible and nasty as the CG propaganda made her out to be, while Rose Quartz then swoops in to save Spins.

This culminates in a meeting. Pink spends years ignoring Spinel no matter what, and eventually just banishes the gem from her court in front of everyone. Spinel runs into the trees, heartbroken, and poofs. Pearl finds her gem and brings her back to the Crystal Gems, where she decides to join them. Rose shows her unending kindness and support (though she was still kinda uncomfortable around the gem, now Spinel had WAY more friends, and so that made her easier to tolerate to Rose), and Spinel found a home there.

...So when she discovered that they were the same person, she had a crisis. Anger, rage, jealousy, betrayal, hurt, ALL of it built upon itself until she once again poofed from heartbreak. And when Steven and Pearl came back with Sapphire, she'd reformed into an appearance similar to canon Spinel's movie form.

She attacks Steven because she has it in her head that Steven isn't who he says he is, either. Maybe he's not Pink, but also maybe he is! Who knows! Since she's so good at PRETENDING anyway!

It takes Pearl explaining that Rose just wanted to help her, despite not really wanting to be her friend anymore, that pulls Spinel back down. She was still lied to, and she is allowed to be angry about that, but Rose didn't do it just to fuck with Spins' head or anything. Rose genuinely wanted Spinel to be in the Crystal Gems, and once she was, she found a good home. That's all Rose wanted.

In Future, Spinel still has a LOT of mixed feelings about her. She's come to realize she can still appreciate the good memories, but those bad memories are valid as well, and it's a good thing they aren't friends anymore, no matter the method. Their personalities didn't mix well, and that's okay. At least they were kind to each other. Spinel can appreciate that, even if she wished Rose would have just talked to her instead. But hey, that's just who Rose was. She kept secrets.

Part of my goal with ASC was to keep in line with Pink/Rose doing things she felt was right, but was just the wrong way to go about it. Doing the wrong thing for the right reasons. Sorta. She's a complex character, and I wanted to try and express that further in ASC. She realized she shouldn't have left Spinel in the garden and gets her, which is good! But then she lied to her several times, which was bad! It was "for her own good," sure, but who decides that? (quote, Miles Morales.)

I hope I did both Rose and Spinel justice in my portrayal of them. That was always a point of anxiety for me, especially people were SO quick to villainize Rose no matter what she did. She wasn't a villain, but she wasn't a perfect saint, either. She was, well. Human. Ironically enough.

OH OH BEFORE I FORGET. YES. Spinel acted that way towards Connie because she was afraid of Connie taking Steven from her, just like Greg took away Rose and the Diamonds took away the Crystal Gems. She's tired of loosing friends, and Rose's passing caused her to WAY overcorrect and hold them WAY too close. This is why, despite having rocky relationships with the other CGs in Season 1, she still clings to them. There's good memories. She cannot let them go.

I hope this makes sense lol

[averagewriter-inthedark]

I Want My MTV 🎤 | Jake Seresin Imagine

Takes place after the events of TGM

TGM Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Jake Seresin x popstar!reader (romantic), dagger squad x reader (platonic)

Content Warnings: fluff, profanity, implied suggestive content if you squint | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 8.6k

Premise: glitter and writing love songs are her favorite things in the world…..and also music that gets people dancing and wishing they were a fictional character in a fan edit. When she meets Lt. Jake Seresin, he becomes not only the light of her life but also the source of her inspiration because every love song has to have a muse. And for international popstar Y/n L/n, the man they call Hangman is the muse that keeps her going.

Requested 📨 yes/no (by the lovely @avaleineandafryingpan w/ some suggestions from @gizmodear on this post)

Note: I’m so sorry this took a bit (forgive me, school has been crazy) but I really really enjoyed writing this and i hope its everything you imagined @avaleineandafryingpan 🥹♥️ I made sure to add all the little hc’s you sent in & added some things of my own I thought would be great so I hope you don’t mind! Please let me know what you think!

Songs headcanoned by popstar!reader: ‘34+35’, ‘Love Me Harder,’ ‘Break Free,’ & ‘Imagine,’ by Ariana Grande + ‘Rain On Me’ w/ Lady Gaga. ‘Summertime Sadness,’ ‘ Young & Beautiful,’ ‘Norman Fucking Rockwell,’ ‘Video Games,’ & ‘Love Song,’ by Lana Del Rey. ‘Last Friday Night,’ ‘Teenage Dream,’ & ‘Firework,’ by Katy Perry. ‘Power,’ ‘Secret Love Song,’ ‘ Between Us,’ & ‘Salute’ by Little Mix

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August 2026

“Deep breathes, darlin’,” his hands were smooth against her shoulders, instantly calming her nerves. Y/n took a deep inhale, nodding as she slowly let the air leave her lips. Jake beamed at her, “This ain’t the first time you’ve been on stage. You got this.”

“I know, but performing on live television for millions of people is different than a few thousand in a venue,” she reminded him, feeling the anxiety return causing her to close her eyes. “It’s been six years since my last VMA performance, Jake. Also,” she nervously laughs, “This is the Vanguard award they’re giving me—I’m, quite literally, shitting my pants. I want this to be amazing.” To be fair the reason for her not being invited back to the VMAs was a mini break from music she went on after they got married in 2021. The birth of their children was another factor so it wasn’t until late 2025 that Y/n had released the music she’d been working on.

The break was much needed, but she was missing the stage, the touring, the fans. It was what kept her going and made her career worth it. Music was her life, but so was her family which is why she took so long to release an album. Now here she was years later about to step foot on the VMA stage for the first time in six years. Another thing that made it worthwhile was she was being honored with the MTV Video Vanguard Award. Leading up news outlets were covering her return and on the red carpet reporters were eager to know what Y/n was cooking up.

“And it will be,” he told her, cupping her face in his hands, careful not to mess up the gemstones and glitter around her eyes. She could feel the cool metal of his wedding band against her skin. “You are one of the best vocalists of our generation—the High Note Princess. One of the best stage performers of all time—it’s gonna be an amazing show. You’ve been working so hard for months,” he gives a comforting squeeze to her shoulders. “So just breathe with me and then you’ll go out there and sing your pretty little heart out. And it’s gonna be the best performance of the night.”

As she mentally prepared while waiting for the stage manager, Y/n leaned more into Jake’s arms and let her mind wander. Memories started to appear, reeling back to when her career kicked off all the way to when she met her husband and finally to the present day.

February 2008

Like any aspiring star, Y/n L/n made the rash decision to quit college and move to Los Angeles in hopes of achieving her goal of becoming a singer. Hollywood was calling her name, so she spent months applying to jobs in the area before finding a small studio apartment and packed up her little Honda and set sail for the city where dreams are made. Time would be the make or break factor if she stayed or retreated back home with her tail between her legs.

One year.

That was her deadline. One year to get a job at a label, get discovered, or possibly find something worth renewing her lease. Working as a singer at a jazz bar could possibly have one of the options come true. Again, it would take time before something happened.

Y/n wasn’t the only singer at the club. Another girl was on stage Monday’s, Wednesday’s, and Saturday’s whereas Y/n was booked Tuesday’s, Thursday’s, and Friday’s. The club was closed Sunday’s and the nights Y/n didn’t sing she was a server or bartender. The pay was good for the most part with her tips racking in more income than the biweekly check for singing and serving. Sometimes she’d get compliments from patrons, especially the older crowd saying, “You have such a unique voice—the way you have control and range makes me think you should be on the radio and not some little jazz club like this. Your talent shouldn’t be wasted, dear.”

The words and support always boosted Y/n’s confidence. Truly did it make her feel she could make it big. Actually break through into the industry. But that takes time and sometimes the opportunity arises when one least expects it.

Maybe she could audition for American Idol. Maybe she could upload videos on that new website YouTube. Maybe she could be bold and send some demos to labels, praying it would land on someone’s desk.

Or, someone important from said label would wander into the club.

That idea seemed like a far stretch. But just three months shy of Y/n’s deadlines she was approached by a gentleman after she finished her number one Friday night. A business card in his hand, he said, “Give me a call Monday morning, I’d like to set up a meeting to talk with you about your potential. Bring some demos if you have any.”

A notebook of songs in her hand and a CD of demos she spent the whole weekend working on, Y/n left Capitol Records that morning with a copy of her contract in hand and the promise of bringing forth the best music of her life. There were tears shed as she relayed the exciting news to her family back home. Her coworkers whom she adored threw her a party at the club in celebration that night. She wouldn’t leave the club just yet. Just because she had signed didn’t mean she would make it big in the long run. No, she decided to stay at the club until she at least was at the level where she could financially afford to.

The first time Y/n heard herself on the radio she broke into tears. It happened unexpectedly too. After packing up her car with two weeks worth of groceries that cost her entire paycheck Y/n switched the the radio to the pop station and was singing along to the tunes when she heard the beginning chords to her song, ‘Teenage Dream.’ Cars honked around after she slammed the brakes and abruptly pulled to the side of the road, eyes wide with her hands covering her mouth.

“You think I’m pretty without any makeup on. You think I’m funny when I tell the punchline wrong. I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down.”

Y/n literally changed the channel just to change it back to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. That it was actually her song playing.

“Before you met, I was alright, but things were kinda heavy. You brought me to life, now every February, you’ll be Valentine. Valentine.”

“Let’s go all the way tonight. No regrets, just love. We can dance, until we die. You and I, will be young forever.”

“Oh my God!!!” She got out of her car just to scream while jumping up & down. People on the sidewalk were looking at her crazy but she didn’t care. Not when her own song was blasting from her car on the radio.

“You make me, feel like I’m living a Teenage Dream. The way you turn me on, I can’t sleep. Let's run away and don’t ever look back. Don’t ever look back.”

Y/n’s entire life took a 180 after that very day. Her talent agent and manager from Capital Records were calling her saying she was on the Billboard Hot 100. They were planning on releasing her second single earlier than planned in order to push up the release of her album. Every radio station was playing ‘Teenage Dream,’. There were days Y/n would be in a store and would hear in playing, causing her to break out in a grin.

Before long Y/n was getting calls left in right with her manager and publicist securing television appearances and interviews. Her second single ‘Firework’ was an instant hit, becoming a gold certified record in just a few weeks. People auditioning for X-Factor and American Idol were covering it. Videos being posted to YouTube. Then Y/n released ‘Last Friday Night,’, becoming a popular song for teenagers and young adults. The full album shot her off into stardom.

“SNL?” She dropped her muffin, staring wide eyed at her manager. “SNL wants me to perform?”

“I got Lorne Micheals on the phone—I literally have him on hold—and he’s awaiting your answer.”

“Tell him my answer is ‘fuck yeah!’”

“I’ll tell him…you said yes.”

The appearance on SNL only increased Y/n’s popularity. Following it was invitations to the Kids & Teen Choice Awards, the Billboard Music Awards and the MTV VMAS, in which she won Best New Artist at all shows and Song of The Summer at the TCA’s. The first time she won she was a stuttering mess, thanking the fans and people who voted for her and her family, managers, execs at Capitol Records all while trying not to cry on live television.

Then the 2009 Grammys happened. And she won Best Pop Album and Record of The Year for ‘Last Friday Night’. Her hands shook as she accepted the award from none other than Usher, trying not to fangirl as she approached the microphone. She was never gonna get used to meeting the people she admired.

“O-oh wow,” she stuttered over the screams, feeling the cool surface of the award in her hand. A Grammy. She was a Grammy Award winning recording artist. “This is the greatest honor I’ve ever received—bigger than when I graduated with high school honors,” she laughed nervously, causing people in the crowd to smile at her. “Huge thank you to the Recording Academy for this award. It’s an honor to be part of a group with so many artists I admire—some of whom I’ve listened to for years a-and I can’t believe I have the privilege of being in your presence. I-I wanna take a moment to thank everyone at Capitol Records, my managers Raven and Paul. To everyone who helped me on this album who put their heart and soul into it—this award is not just mine it’s yours. To my family watching at home, I know you’re all losing your minds in front of the tv,” she grinned at the laughs around her, “I love you all so so much and thank you for your support—helping me get to where I am. I’m sorry if I forgot anyone else—t-there telling me to wrap up—b-but thank you—thank you so much for this, I’m so blessed and honored—I can’t even put it into words. Thank you!”

All of 2009-2010 was dedicated to her second album. Y/n was in the studio, writing songs on napkins when she was out with friends, mentally hearing the tunes in her head. She presented and performed at award shows and she went on tour. The goal was to have the songs ready and written by the time the tour ended. Luckily she achieved that goal with at least twenty potential for an album. Anytime Y/n found inspiration she made sure to write it down as quickly as possible.

Now with two Grammys under her name, one of which was for her debut album, the pressure was on.

“This is totally different from what you’ve been doing,” her producer said to her after reading the songs.

“I know, that’s the whole point,” she gave a pointed look, “I don’t want everything to be or sound the same. This is gonna have a different sound than what we did last year. Trust me it’s gonna be big.”

Might as well call her psychic cause that’s exactly what she was.

“It’s been a great week for popstar Y/n L/n, her recent single ‘Summertime Sadness,’ has shot to the top spot of this week’s Billboard Hot 100. A new sound that’s more mellow than her previous work, it’s been well received by fans and critics. L/n is finishing up the American leg of her world tour and is set to release her second studio album in the fall. Just two years ago L/n became an international star after winning two Grammys for her debut album and appearing on television such as Saturday Night Live, Ellen Degeneres, and The Tonight Show with Jay Leno. With her unique voice and style she’s been viewed as the next pop diva, joining that of Madonna, Britney Spears, and Lady Gaga.”

‘Video Games’ was released when the tour concluded and it became her best single to date. The music video was played on MTV early in the mornings and predicted to be nominated for every award one could think of. It was that single combined with the critical acclaim from her album in 2011 that had Baz Luhrmann calling Y/n to write a song for his upcoming 2013 movie ‘The Great Gatsby.’

“And the Oscar goes to….” Y/n’s hand clutched her manager’s, keeping a calm face since the camera was panned on her and the other nominees. In Halle Berry’s hand was the envelope with the winner of the 2014 Oscar for ‘Best Original Song.’ Heart pumping out of her chest, she barely registered her song and name leaving the actress's lips. “Young & Beautiful,’ by Y/n L/n.”

Baz jumped from his seat, as did her manager and producer, the latter of whom she was sharing the Oscar with. A hand flew to her mouth, feeling her arm tugged as they lifted her from her seat while the theater erupted in applause. It felt like she was floating when she approached the stairs, taking the arm of her producer when he offered her help.

“Congratulations,” Halle said, opening her arms for a congratulatory hug before handing the gold statue to the singer. Y/n let out a mix of a sob and laugh as she replied, “T-thank you.”

Another statue was presented to her producer, Y/n waiting for the applause to end until giving her speech.

“O-oh my God, I just met Halle Berry,” there were some chuckles, the singer pausing to hold a hand to her thumping heart while the other clutched the Oscar. “I-I don’t know how to start. First, thank you to the Academy foremost—it’s an honor to be receiving this recognition. Shout out to the other nominees and their incredible work—you all are amazing and we’re so lucky to be almost you all. We all have one major thing in common, and that’s music. Music and movies bring people together—it’s a universal language that we get to be a part of and I am so grateful everyday for being a part of it. Thank you to Baz for allowing us this opportunity—it was so fun working on this song for you and your spectacular film. This Oscar is for you, Baz,” she saw the director blow a kiss from his seat. “Thank you to my producer, Tim—who’s standing right next to me. The magic behind Young & Beautiful, Tim you are a genius and I love you so much. Lastly, to my family back home—ah!” She waved the trophy like a little kid, “Look! I love you all so so much—thank you and I can’t wait to celebrate with you when I come home. Thank you everyone!”

Each year came with more success. The rest of 2014 going all the way to 2016 was nonstop energy. She was working day and night, touring, performing on talk shows, collaborating with other artists—like Taylor Swift, Nicki Minaj, The Weekend, & Justin Bieber—and dabbling in acting jobs. Y/n secured roles in films like The Greatest Showman, The Maze Runner: The Scorch Trials & Death Cure, & The Shape of Water. Some television roles included MTV’s Teen Wolf, American Horror Story and guest appearances on Criminal Minds, Greys Anatomy, and Doctor Who. Her role on AHS garnered her an Emmy for Best Supporting Actress in a Drama Series. After the award show her manager told her with a wink, “All you need is a Tony and you’re part of the EGOT club.”

EGOT. The ‘grand slam’ in show business. Where only more than a dozen people have achieved the status in which they have won an Emmy, Grammy, Oscar and Tony. The biggest awards in television, music, film, and theater.

After she heard that….well you could say Y/n was on a mission.

She continued to release music while pursuing acting. She leased her third and fourth studio albums in the span of eight months—a rare sighting for an artist. Both broke records in their own right. ‘Break Free,’ was playing in every club and ‘Imagine’ was used in Riverdale. She won the Grammy for best Pop album once again and performed ‘Imagine’ at the show. The second it was revealed she got the role of Christine in Broadway’s Phantom of the Opera, the buzz was already on if she would achieve EGOT status if she was nominated for the Tony.

The show opened in early 2017, selling out at a rapid rate with people coming from all over the country solely to watch Y/n perform. She already showed the world she was a brilliant singer and actress, now it was time to combine the two.

Never did she think she’d meet the love of her life at a show.

Jake Seresin wasn’t much of a musical man, but his sister and nieces were so he sucked it up and attended with them. Now Jake wasn’t living under a rock, he damn well knew who Y/n L/n was and frankly the man was a fan. A lot of his exes were fans of the popstar so he was quite familiar with her music and even enjoyed her acting. So of course he was more keen to the idea of going to a Broadway show if it meant he got to see her perform live.

What he didn’t expect was to—literally—run into her on his way back to the hotel. After telling his sister he’d pick food up since her daughters were too tired to go to a restaurant, Jake took a shortcut which happened to be the alley between the show venue. The bag in his hand dropped, the pilot falling to his ass when the door suddenly opened and hit smack in the face.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” A voice shouted followed by a gasp. “Are you okay, sir? ‘Please don’t have blood-please don’t have blood.’

“I’m fine,” he moaned, shaking his head a bit and feeling for any sign of a wound. Thankfully he found none. “It’s alright, ma’am.”

“Here let me,” she helped him up, Jake stumbling a bit and apologizing when he bumped into her. “Are you sure you’re okay? Do you need me to call an ambulance in case you have a concussion?”

“No, no,” he insisted, finally looking up which only resulted in him freezing. The woman he watched on stage not even an hour ago was standing in front of him. “Oh wow.”

Y/n was frozen too, for he was the most attractive man she’d ever laid eyes on. The glow from the street light shined down on him, illuminating his green eyes and blonde hair. His bone structure was what most Hollywood heartthrobs would die for. Come to think of it he could literally pass as a young James Dean.

“H-hi,” she smiled, feeling a bit flustered all of a sudden. It didn’t help that he was still holding onto her shoulders, and she was clutching his forearms.

“Hi.” Gosh even his voice was attractive. A southern accent could be made out with the simple word.

“I’m so sorry for not looking before pushing the door out like that. I—,” Y/n cut herself off when she spotted the discarded bag of what appeared to be food. Some of it spilled out causing guilt to fill her, “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry about your food.” Stepping away she reached into her bag to pull out her wallet. “How much was—.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jake says, but the singer shakes her head.

“No I insist,” she takes out a random amount of bills which was likely triple what he had actually paid but she didn’t care. She extended her hand out with the cash, “I rammed a door into you and made you drop your food. Please let me make it up—otherwise I’m gonna have to drag you to the place you got it from and replace it myself.”

Jake couldn’t help but smile, taking the cash and examining it before only keeping the amount he had originally paid. “No need to give me more than what it was worth. Here,” he hands back the extra, making her frown but she takes it regardless. Her eyebrows then raise when he goes, “But you could make it up to me in another way?”

Tilting her head, she can’t help but say, “How so?”

“By having a drink with me. If you’re available.”

So that’s how Y/n L/n met her soulmate. By hitting him face first with a door. He literally fell for her if one thought about it—pun intended.

What made it even better was Broadway not only gifted her future husband, but her status as an EGOT winner.

“Last night was a record breaking night for popstar Y/n L/n. The 30-year-old singer and actress has become one of just over a dozen to join the prestigious EGOT Club after winning the Tony for her Leading Actress in a Musical for her role of Christine in Broadway’s Phantom Of The Opera. L/n won the Grammy for Best Pop Album and Record of The Year in 2009 followed by the Oscar for Best Original Song in 2014 for The Great Gatsby. She then went on to appear in several television series including the popular horror series American Horror Story in which she won the Emmy for Best Supporting Actress in a Drama Series. It was rumored L/n would venture into Broadway to possibly add a Tony to her collection of numerous awards, confirming this in mid-2016 when the cast for the 2017 run of Andrew Webber’s Phantom Of The Opera was released. Classically trained as a child, the popstar showed she can belt a lyric and hold a tune. It was a spectacular night for Y/n L/n, receiving a standing ovation when her name was called for the award and dedicating the Tony to her family, friends, cast members, and managers who’ve been with her since her debut in the music industry almost a decade ago. She is one of the youngest stars to ever achieve EGOT status and the fastest ever in a career.”

Many many songs were inspired by her relationship with Jake. Her entire album released a year after they got together was basically a love letter to him. ‘Love Song’ was regarded as her most beautiful record to date, a source for many fan-made videos for their favorite fictional characters and features in movie soundtracks. ‘Love Me Harder,’ & ‘34+35’ had fans go crazy with how frisky they were. Though their relationship was a secret it was obvious the popstar was in love. It only made fans want to know who was the special man to take her heart.

Jake learned pretty early on the price that came with dating a critically acclaimed songwriter: that if messed up there would be a song about it.

Immediately speculations arose that Y/n and her secret partner were broken up with the release of songs like ‘Woman Like Me,’ & ‘Power.’ She had to get on instagram one day to settle the rumors with a picture of their interlaced hands saying, “You drive me wild sometimes, but my love for you overpowers all.”

Their relationship was eventually exposed when Jake appeared in her music video for ‘Secret Love Song,’ released just shortly before he was set to return to Top Gun. People could easily tell the chemistry between Y/n and her ‘love interest’.

Maybe a little too much chemistry.

Dedicated fans were able to find out who Jake was in less than a week. Matching up his social media post locations and dates with hers, they didn’t even need them to confirm their suspicion to know they were together.

“I guess the cat’s out of the bag,” Jake chuckled, showing Y/n his phone screen with a picture that was just sent to TMZ of the two in San Francisco.

Y/n simply shrugged, “I’m fine with it if you are. I’m happy we got to keep it to ourselves for this long. And considering people are now asking about this—,” she held up her left hand, flashing the diamond engagement ring Jake spent his entire year’s paychecks on. “It was bound to happen sooner or later.”

Was Jake still the arrogant, egotistical pilot amongst his peers? Yes. But was he the type to boast about how he was engaged to one of the best musical artists of the century? Surprisingly no.

He actually enjoyed keeping that little detail a secret. To Jake his personal life was for him and him only. And he didn’t want people going around saying he was a gold-digger or wanting to be that guy who got to say he hooked up with a celebrity. Nah, he was in love with Y/n with his entire being. She was the gravity that kept him down to Earth. Sure they bickered like any couple but never once did either of them cross a line.

The only time they ever had a big argument was when he did get jealous over one of her former co-stars trying to have a shot at her. Y/n tried brushing it off saying it was nothing, but Jake could tell the signs and it upset him Y/n was not taking him seriously. “I just don’t see why you’re being so childish about a dinner party that’s gonna have multiple people.”

“Have you even asked who else is coming? Or wondered why he’s started texting you more when you guys finished filming ages ago? I’m not trying to be insecure or jealous, Y/n, but I know when a guy is trying to flirt. He didn’t even acknowledge me as your date when we were at the premier party. In fact I don’t think he said hello to me when he approached. All his eyes were was on you—which I don’t blame because you’re the most beautiful woman on the planet—but trust me, I know that look because I have it every second I’m with you.”

Needless to say you didn’t go to that dinner party and instead were doing what ‘Love Song’ was about the entire weekend.

When Jake goes to Top Gun for the special detachment, he’s still the arrogant asshole the others thought him to be. But if they were being honest they could see a difference in him. Maybe it was because he wasn’t flirting with anything with legs. Maybe it was the fact he rejected the drink from a pretty blonde. Maybe it was because they caught him smiling at his phone whenever he got a text. Whatever it was, they wanted to find out.

The only person in the detachment who knew of Y/n was Javy considering he was Jake’s best friend. She met him roughly eight months after she and Jake got together after much discussion. Their relationship was still a secret by then so they were hesitant to let anyone besides her team know, but Javy was an important person to Jake. He wanted his best friend to know the woman he loved.

Natasha being the amateur sleuth she was pretty much discovered Jake’s secret in a few days, “No fucking way.”

The evidence was presented to Jake during their lunch break the day after she found out, Nat holding the phone up for him to see. She literally watched the gears turn in his head, a sly smirk forming on his lips. “What about that, Trace?” The question caught the attention of their colleagues, who were trying not to show they were eavesdropping.

“Is that not you?” Nat looked at the screen to make sure it was on the zoomed in image of him and Y/n L/n. The entire music video Jake’s face was pretty much hidden from view, but briefly his face could be made out at certain angles.

“It is,” he shrugged, going back to his sandwich. A cluttered sound indicated Nat had dropped the phone on the table, scrambling to pick it up.

“So you just casually ended up in Y/n L/n’s music video for her iconic song?” By now heads turned, expressions of absolute shock. Well all except Coyote. He just raised his brows at Jake while holding back a laugh, wanting to see what he would say.

“No, I ended up in my fiancé’s music video for her iconic song.”

“You’re what?!”

“Babe, I got a favor to ask you,” Jake’s voice was tainted with exhaustion when he FaceTimed Y/n that night. She was at their Fresno home since he was stationed at NAS Lemoore and was planning to meet him in San Diego that weekend. Raising a brow at him through the screen she could tell he looked apologetic.

“What is it?”

“You think you could come down earlier than planned?” At her reaction he explained, “My detachment found out about us and well……they’re accusing me of photoshopping the photos of you and I—even though they literally saw us make out in your music video. And I want to prove to them I’m telling the truth.”

A moment passed and then Y/n burst into laughter to the point of tears. What got her was the photoshopping accusation.

“Stop laughing,” he pouted, “I’m fighting for me life out here—I could use some backup.”

“My goodness, Jake Seresin,” she calmed down, shaking her head at his butt hurt expression. “You’re something else you know?”

“So does that mean you’re coming?”

“I’ll book my flight for the morning as soon as we get off.”

One could envision the confusion on the pilots/WSOs when Jake prevented them from leaving the airstrip at the end of the work day. It was pushing five in the afternoon, they were tired and hungry, and honestly could care less about what Jake had to show them.

That was until the black SUV with tinted windows pulled up to the parking lot where they were standing. When the door opened jaws dropped to the floor with eyes bulging out at the person emerging from the vehicle. Who happened to jump into Jake’s awaiting arms. Fanboy had to rub his eyes to make sure he was seeing clearly. That it was Y/n L/n sharing a kiss with the resident asshole.

“Oh my God he wasn’t kidding,” Rooster said with a mix of awe and disbelief. Javy patted him on the chest, moving first to greet the popstar who shocked the pilots again with her warm welcome to them. None knew how to react when the couple approached hand in hand.

It’s not everyday someone meets a fucking EGOT winner.

“Hello,” Y/n smiled a dazzling grin, drifting her eyes over each of them and committing their callsign to memory. She could tell what they were likely thinking, ‘How the hell did Hangman manage to pull a fucking popstar?’ And ‘He must be brainwashing her, blink twice if you need help,’ kind of stuff.

Introductions were in store as well as explanations for how the couple came to be. In all the years they knew the pilot, none could’ve predicted that kind of secret. They quickly learned Y/n was not the typical celebrity—some of them were even ashamed to think she’d be stuck up, arrogant, snobbish. They were almost convinced the personality she had in interviews and fan interactions were fake, but Y/n was a truly genuine person. Not only did she come from humble beginnings, but she was a hard, driven worker who truly earned everything she’s gained.

And she was perfect for Jake. They were like two peas in a pod, with Y/n being the only one who could bring him back down to earth. Truly was an amazing thing to witness and the daggers were having trouble comprehending it at times. Hearing the story of how the two met brought tears to Rooster and Fanboy’s eyes by how funny it was, while Phoenix was covering her mouth to hide her smirk at how embarrassed her colleague was.

“In my defense,” he puts his hands on his chest when Bob asks why he thought to pass the side door, “I didn’t expect anyone to still be inside and potentially use that door.”

“He just hates when I tease him about how he literally fell for me,” Y/n winks, making them all smirk.

Later on in the night after going to the Hard Deck for drinks and pool, Rooster says, “You know I feel I won’t be able to use my karaoke song if we ever go cause I’ll be too flustered to sing a song in front of the person it’s written by.” Y/n couldn’t help but blush, giggling lightly.

“What is it?”

“Last Friday Night. Such a banger—really gets the crows going.”

Even after the Uranium mission happened, the daggers continued to remain in contact. Many were offered jobs of instructors but the real surprise came a couple months later from the Pentagon asking if they could remain a permanent team. Selling their San Francisco home, Jake and Y/n moved to San Diego, which was better since it was closer to L.A. The team hung out often with Friday nights reserved for the Hard Deck.

Y/n even found musical inspiration with them.

“So I have a proposal,” she hums to Nat and Callie one day while the guys are playing football on the beach. “Not a marriage one Jake claimed that one already,” she pauses when they all laugh at the joke, “but a ‘if you want to be a part of it I would love it if you did but I understand if you can't be’ kind of one.”

Nat tilts her head curiously, Callie mirroring her, “What is it?”

“I wrote a song….that you two helped inspire,” Y/n smiles at their expressions, “and I’d love for you both to be in the music video after I release it.”

Nat loses it, “OH MY GOD YOU WHAT?!!”

“Can we hear it!?” Callie blushes, “I’m so honored—oh my God I literally don’t know how to react to that.”

“Girl you cannot just drop that on us,” Nat playfully points with narrowed eyes, “If you weren’t Jake’s soon to be wife I would marry you right now.” Y/n just laughs, rummaging through her bag to find her notebook to show them the song.

“If he messes up you’ll be the first to know and we can head to the courthouse.”

“Don’t play with me now, Y/n,” Nat shakes her head. “No man has ever done something like that. Write a song inspired by me?” She gives a dramatic sigh. “Feels like I’m living in a romance novel.”

Both read the song, both fell in love with it and pretty much cried. It was empowering, motivational, a love letter to women, everything they wished they heard growing up in a field where men dominated and looked down upon them. Y/n made sure to keep them updated when she was in the studio, allowing them to hear it first before it was released.

2020 was a year no one could’ve expected.

It started off great with the singer releasing ‘Salute,’ shortly after the New Year and filing the music video in February. The song was well received from fans and critics, with people already calling it the ‘anthem of the year.’ Jake loved it and would send clips of him in the car to Y/n belting the lyrics. The guys all loved it too and loved that their colleagues were the source of inspiration.

Halo and Phoenix were part of the MV as well as women who in real life were doctors, nurses, lawyers, teachers, athletes, students, astronauts, & scientists from all ages, races/ethnicities, genders, etc. Not all of them were in the armed forces, but a couple were along with Nat and Callie. Special permission from the Navy & Top Gun was needed to put cameras in the F-18’s on the exterior and interior to capture footage of the two flying. Halo was Nat’s backseater for that day and the guys came out just to watch and support.

Released just before March, the music video hit 100 million views in less than 12 hours. It only grew from there with people praising Y/n and the women included in the project. There was talk of ‘Salute’ being nominated for the upcoming awards, Team USA asked permission to use the song for promotion for their women athletes for the upcoming Games. Y/n was over the moon, really looking forward for what the year held. Especially with her wedding around the corner.

Then the world shut down. Literally.

A global pandemic altered everything and everyone. Anything that required a group of people ranging from small to stadium level was banned. States were on curfew and not letting people cross borders, international traveling was restricted. Lockdown was mandated for pretty much everywhere to the point Jake was working from home for a couple months.

In that time Y/n threw herself into writing songs to release her next album. Her reason: she was in need of a break. Not a ‘I’m retiring from music,’ but a ‘I’m drained and in dire need of taking time for myself and start the family I’ve always wanted.’ It was always her plan for after she and Jake got married, just to have a few years for themselves and see where life takes them.

Thankfully when the pandemic hit Y/n was already done with her collaboration with Lady Gaga. The fellow popstar had been her friend since she joined the industry and it was a long time coming for the two to work together. Not to mention they were on American Horror Story together. The Mother Monster approached the High Note Princess in late 2019, both sharing ideas and writing the song together before recording to release in 2020. Filming the music video, they combed both of their aesthetics and styles to create a pop masterpiece.

Fans went crazy. They loved the return to classic pop when both singers had gone off to pursue acting careers and change their sound a bit. Many felt deprived of being able to dance to ‘Rain On Me’ in a club since going out was restricted. And you can best believe the Daggers felt the same—especially Rooster who loved to dance his ass off, “I would be tearing it up right now if Rona wasn’t such a bitch.”

Surprisingly the 2020 VMAs still happened. It was roughly six months after the outbreak and very strict regulations were in place for the show to go on. With ‘Rain On Me,’ being so popular and popstars releasing albums, Y/n and Lady Gaga were invited to perform. After prepping for weeks and self-quarantining, the daggers all gathered around at the couple’s home to watch the live show. Lady Gaga was the first to perform solely when it was their turn, then Y/n joined causing the select few in the crowd to cheer—with her friends and loved ones going crazy in their living room. All were in awe when she hit a high note, killing it with the choreography and honestly being the best performers of the night. Finally Lady Gaga left the stage with her dancers allowing Y/n’s to appear in time for the popstar to sing ‘Salute.’ At the house, Halo and Nat were dancing along and belting the lyrics with the guys while recording the performance on their phones.

“Sisters, we are everywhere! Warriors, your country needs you! If you’re ready, ladies, better keep steady, ready, aim, shoot! Don’t need ammunition, on a mission—now we hit you with the truth! Divas, queen, we don’t need no man, SALUTE!!”

2021 came with hope and breaths of fresh air. A vaccination was developed, restrictions were lifted in most locations meaning Y/n and Jake could finally plan for their wedding. It took a few months to plan, desiring an intimate private wedding at their home with their close friends and family. The daggers were all there, including Maverick, Cyclone, Warlock, and Hondo. Their families were all there as well as Y/n’s managers & agents, some cast members from the shows/films she grew close to, as well as artists like Taylor Swift, Lady Gaga, Alicia Keys, David Guetta, and The Black Eyed Peas, the Jonas Brothers, & Miley Cyrus.

A sweet ceremony, Y/n squealed when Jake tipped her back to the cheers of their loved ones as he kissed her passionately. “I love you so much, Y/n. Or should I say, Mrs. Seresin.”

“I love you too, Mr. Seresin,” she kissed him again, “Now let’s show them we’re the life of the party.”

Rings on their fingers, grins plastered their faces when they ran through the Arch of Swords the guys of the Dagger Squad set up on the aisle. Then came time for the reception. Jake presented Y/n with a sword, per military tradition, to cut the cake and Y/n poured the champagne over the tower of glasses. They had their first dance, which Javy made sure to do his best man duties and record everything.

Which came in handy when it was time for Y/n’s surprise for Jake.

Seating him in a chair at the front of the dance floor, Y/n smirked at his confused expression as she took the mic from the DJ, calling everyone's attention. “All of you know I’m one for surprises. And tonight is no exception,” biting her lip she signaled for her maid of honor, who started rounding up the bridesmaids. “I thought it would be great to give Jake a little treat tonight—do not take that the wrong way, I can already see your minds going somewhere,” she pointed at the daggers who were hollering, giggling as she continued, “Stop it. Anyways, we’ve been cooking up this little number for the past month and now it’s time to let it shine. Baby, this is for you.”

Jake slapped a hand to his mouth containing his expression of glee when the opening chords to Y/n’s ‘Power’ echoed through the speakers. Her bridesmaids got into place, the singer discarding her veil and moving to the center. Everyone was on their feet hooting and hollering, capturing the performance on their phones for memory. Javy even put the phone right up in Jake’s face, Payback slapping the pilot on the back as the others whistled and danced. Just the expression of his mother and family sent Jake into tears of laughter.

She was flabbergasted. Unlike his sister and brother who were having the time of their lives witnessing the masterpiece that was Y/n practically seducing her husband live and singer her own song.

“I don’t think she’s heard this song until now!” He shouted over the music to the phone, blushing when Y/n winked at him. To be fair, the bridge of ‘Power’ was a little on the frisky side and Y/n was edging closer to Jake until she was basically in his lap.

“Don’t be fooled, I got you wrapped up. In the arms of an animal—get you thinking that I’m all innocent. But wait ‘til I get you home. If you don’t, baby, you should know. I’m the one who’s in control.”

Hell yeah she was in control when she got home that night….well at least for a few rounds she was.

Sadness came with the announcement of her break from music. The hot topic for media outlets, Y/n had released a statement on Twitter and Instagram confirming the suspicions many had after her wedding. Fans were understandably upset that their favorite artist wouldn’t be releasing new material until further notice, but they’d rather have Y/n at her best and not give half ass energy in her work. She was burnt out. It was time for a break after 13 years with six albums, each with their own tour. Don’t get her wrong, the popstar loved to be on the road, but after a while she was ready to just stay home for some time without planning for what was next.

In the meantime she sold songs for other people, collaborated on writing with artists, and acted when filming was either in L.A or San Diego. She and Jake were happily married, little to no financial stress or personal issues, and were ready to expand their family. By mid 2025 they had/adopted two kids, two dogs, and a cat. They were a full house with no dull days whatsoever.

“Are you going to get back in the studio like you mentioned the other week?” Jake asked at dinner, helping cut his son's food into smaller pieces.

Y/n nibbled on her floor while also assisting their daughter, “Yeah I think this weekend I’m gonna call Jack up and see what his schedule is like. I got some lyrics I’d like him to read.” Sipping on her drink briefly she then asks, “How long do you think this next mission is going to be?”

“Probably a week or two. Mav is working out the details and hopes to tell us Monday. I just pray I’ll make it in time for your birthday.”

Y/n feels her heart skip, giving a soft smile, “You know I understand if you can’t, honey. If the Pentagon is tasking you then you know it’s important. We’ll celebrate either before or after you get back,” she assured, reaching over to hold his hand when he frowned.

“I just hate the idea of missing it, you know? It’s your birthday and I missed our anniversary last year,” he pauses to sigh, “I just hate leaving you guys for so long. And I never wanna make you feel like you’re always alone.”

“I knew what I was getting into when we fell in love. Don’t feel like you’re missing out or I’m going to suddenly start giving ultimatums because you know I’m not that person. If it was our anniversary or another memorable date I would still feel the same. You have a job, Jake, you’re the best there is to do it. There will be plenty more birthdays for us to be together for.”

Being back in the studio felt like a whole new world. It had been nearly five years since her last single was in late 2020. When Jake was working the kids would come with her and be the stars of the crew, playing in the mini play area they had set up while Y/n was recording. Besides the people she worked with, only Jake knew she was releasing new music. Quite literally Y/n did not announce anything until the night before with a single Tweet and Instagram post with the art cover and the caption, “Tomorrow at midnight, Between Us.”

She broke the internet to put it lightly.

@ Y/ns_microphone: WE’RE GETTING NEW MUSIC OMFG PLEASE TELL ME IT’S A WHOLE ALBUM!!

@ livinginharryshouse: y’all the High Note Princess is back I’m gonna lose it.

@ a_teenage_dream: 2025 ending on a great note 🥹 five years and the wait is over!!!!

@ dylanobrien ✔️: crying, shitting, throwing up. Thank you @ Y/n

August 2026

18 years in the music industry and the rush before a live performance had Y/n pacing backstage during the commercial break of the VMAs. Their children were being occupied by her manager while Jake helped her mentally prepare. He was going to be the one to present her the award at the end of her set, so they were just waiting for the green light from the stage manager. The performance was going to be nearly ten minutes, the longest she’s ever done live on an award show since it was going to be a medley of some of her classic hits while also including ‘Between Us’. Lady Gaga, Y/n’s close friend and who collaborated with her again on her most recent album, was going to introduce her.

“Deep breaths with me, baby,” Jake held her in his arms, kissing her forehead. “I can feel you shaking. But once you get on stage it’s gonna be like you never left.” Taking a strong inhale, Y/n let it out slowly before repeating.

“I know it probably won’t happen,” she starts to laugh, “but I can’t help but dread the idea of me falling on my ass or forgetting my lyrics.” Jake laughs with her, shaking his head while pulling away to look at her.

“Knowing you, you’d fall gracefully and make it look like it was intentional. Also you mumble those lyrics in your sleep…you won’t forget them.”

She leans more into him just as the stage manager yells, “You’re on in five, Y/n!” The commercial break must have ended. Lady Gaga was already being pulled on stage after wishing the popstar good luck with a hug and friendly kiss to the cheek. “We need you over here please.”

“That’s your cue,” Jake grins, cupping his wife’s face before bringing her in for a passionate kiss. Y/n smiles into it, nuzzling their noses together causing him to chuckle. When they pull away he says, “Go out there and have fun. Bottom line, baby, have fun out there and sing your heart out. I’m so lucky and honored to be your husband and share this life with you. Don’t start crying,” he playfully scolds when her eyes tear up, “you’ll ruin your nice makeup your team worked so hard on.” That makes her laugh. Jake kisses her again, “I love you, baby. I’ll see you at the end.”

“I love you, Jake,” she hugs him tightly, feeling comfort in the smell of his cologne. “Thank you for being by my side everyday. You’re the light of my life—,” she nods to the stage manager who was waving frantically. “Fuck okay, I wanted to be more romantic but I got to go before they drag me.”

“Go, go,” he kisses her cheek, Y/n moving quickly to kiss her children and hug her managers before waving goodbye. “We love you!!”

Running to the nearly annoyed stage manager, she throws off her robe to reveal her stage outfit and takes the microphone. Heart pounding, she adjusts her earpiece as they escort her to the spot she was needed just as Lady Gaga finished her introduction speech, “Los Angeles and to everyone watching at home, it is my honor to present to you your recipient of this year’s MTV Video Vanguard Award. Get on your feet and make some noise for the one and only, Y/n L/n!!”

It was still dark on stage where Y/n was hidden from the audience as all attention went to the giant screens all around showing the pre-recorded video montage with her face in black and white and eyes closed. The crowd was already going crazy as the camera zoomed in toward Y/n’s face while audio played of her talking about her love for music and the thrill of performing. The camera continued to pan in, the popstar on stage thinking about everything that had led her to that moment. From starting out her days singing in a jazz club, to becoming one of only 19 EGOT winners, and now the recipient of the Video Vanguard award.

The microphone went to her mouth, Y/n putting on the show of the year when the video ended with her eyes opening and voice echoing the music channel’s iconic phrase in the stadium, “I want my MTV!!”

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[rivensdefenseattorney]

Musa Character Profile

(WIP)

Basic Information

Name: Musa

Race: Fairy | Dwarf

Age: 18

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Height: 5'2 (157 cm)

Unique Features

Education & Background

Education: Alfea Interdimensional College of Fae

Year: 1

Concentrated Study: Enchanted Performances

Minor Studies: Harmonizing Magic in Music | Elemental Combat Techniques

Favorite Class: Fundamentals of Musical Enchantment

Birthplace: Melody

Occupation: Waitress

Relationships

Family

Father: Ho-Boe

Mother: Matlin

Friends

Flora/Tecna (Winx Best Friends)

Nabu/Timmy/Helia (Specialist Best Friends)

Love Interests*

Riven

Personality Traits

Strong-Willed - Musa is headstrong and determined to follow what her heart tells her.

Introverted - Musa prefers playing music alone in quiet spots at Alfea, indicating an introverted nature that finds solace in solitude.

Distrustful - Tends to be distrusting, especially when it comes to people's pasts. Takes a cautious approach to forming connections.

Strengths

Creative - She expresses herself through art. Her adaptable approach to the creative process coincides with unconventional problem-solving.

Empathetic - Musa is an excellent listener, and has a deep understanding of other's emotional states.

Passionate - When an idea or movement captures her imagination, Musa will give her whole heart to it.

Weaknesses

Self-Isolating - Wants to connect with others, but not always sure on how to put herself out there.

Self-Critical - Desperately wants to live up to her potential and expectations, but this can cause her to have unrealistic expectations for herself.

Emotionally Vulnerable - Her emotional attunement is one of her greatest strengths, but unless she establishes boundaries, she can be at risk of absorbing other people's negative moods or attitudes.

Fears:*

Large Crowds

Performance Anxiety

Skills & Abilities

Excels in sound magic

Has perfect pitch

Can replicate most sounds

Enhanced/sensitive Hearing

Echolocation

Hobbies & Interests

Playing/listening/creating music

Creating jewelry

Collecting gemstones

Dancing

People-watching

Quirks & Habits

Can almost always be heard humming a melody

Never leaves her noise canceling headphones

Knows the most secrets out of anyone

Will use any surface she can find to play a beat or write a melody down, so she doesn't forget it

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[t-0ne25]

“I’m running out of time.” — Option B1.2: Ruby

[Make sure to please read Chapter 25 of Red Lights first, before you continue.]

“Can I buy this one, Lia?” you ask the cashier, when handing her the ruby necklace, before you reach for your wallet.

“Of course, dear,” your friend answers. “How come… you’re dressed like this?” Her words are hesitant, trying not to offend you in any way.

“Oh, yeah, uhm… long story. We should catch up soon, I’ll text you, yeah?”

“Sure. Red has always been your colour, by the way. I would show you the matching earrings for this necklace but unfortunately they’re sold out,” she lets you know.

“No, issue, Lia. Let me know once you have them again.”

Lia smiles, trying to hold back a giggle, knowing exactly who bought them and for who they bought them, “I’ll let you know. And text me, yeah?”

You wave her goodbye, before you leave the store and finally head home. When you get inside the apartment building, your suitcase is right in front of your door, since Ryujin probably placed it there. You carry it inside, bringing it to your room. Taking a look at your nightstand table, finding a velvety box, similar to the ones at the set of Red Lights.

Just when you’re about to get closer, your door creaks open, revealing your roommate behind it.

“Y/N? You’re already back?” he questions, his voice small and his eyes red from all the tears. You contemplate asking him why he’s been crying but decide against it. You already have your suspicions that it’s because of you.

“Yeah… uhm, Hyun, what is this? Who put this there?” you ask, pointing at the box.

“I… I placed it here as a present when you went on that family trip. I wanted to confess to you after it. I… I forgot to take it away again… I– I’m sorry for making this awkward, now that you’re taken and all,” he cringes.

“Oh, so it’s a gift for me?”

Obviously it’s for you, Y/N, it’s inside your room, after all.

“Do you still want to have a look at what it is? Y-You don’t have to, Y/N. I know I fucked up. More than once,” Hyunjin says, his voice filled with anxiety.

“Sure, I will look at it,” you say before taking the box in your hands. You carefully open it, getting surprised with a pair of red earrings—matching the necklace you bought earlier.

“Wow… they’re my favourite colour,” you let out.

“Yeah. These are ruby gemstones. It stands for love and passion, the person at the store said.”

“I know,” you giggle. “Good thing I am not taken, right?”

“W-What?”

Hyunjin looks at you dumbfounded.

“I’m already back again because I quit. During the finale,” you confess now.

“But… why?”

“Mostly, because of the show itself. But also because it seemed weird to finish it if you weren’t there,” you tease him.

“But you threw me out of the show,” Hyunjin reminds you.

“I know. People make mistakes, I guess.” You shrug your shoulders. “Why didn’t you confess to me earlier, Hyun? Why did you pull all that toxic shit?”

You think he deserves getting these things thrown at him. Although you talked about Halloween night, you’re still hurt about what he said behind your back when he was so wasted.

Hyunjin takes a deep breath, ready to be completely honest with you now, “Because I’m fucking insecure and know that I will never in this life be good enough for you on any level.”

His voice is shaking, his heart has never beaten that fast before.

“I don’t care. At the end of the day, I still want you and this makes you more than just good enough for me,” you reply.

He shakes his head no, guilty conscience getting the best of him, “Y/N… we can’t be together, not after all this…”

“After what?”

“After everything I’ve done,” he says. “Not telling you about Minho being here. Halloween night. Just all that.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Of course I do,” his sniffles fill the room, when the tears take over him again. “How can I make up for this?”

“Take me on a date,” you say.

That’s the last thing he’s expected you to say. After all, Hyunjin thought you wouldn’t even be friends anymore after the show.

“What?”

He stares at you in disbelief, thinking you’re just playing with him and he wouldn’t even be mad at you.

“You heard me. Take me on a date. Show me that you’re serious about us. That you’re not a coward,” you explain, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“S-Sure, just let me get changed into different clothes and you– wait, why are you wearing a wedding dress?”

“Still from the show,” you tell him, already grabbing out fresh clothes from your wardrobe.

“Is half an hour enough for you?”

You nod, before you disappear inside the bathroom.

💻

The autumn breeze feels fresh on your skin, when you’re on your way to your shared apartment. You carefully carry the pizza boxes under your arm and the two soju bottles inside your hand. Once you’re at the entrance door, you realise you forgot your keys, deciding to ring the bell in hopes your boyfriend is already at home.

He lets you inside, reaching for all the things you brought with you.

“I’ve already prepared the table, baby,” he says, when he takes your hand and guides you to the living room where the huge dining table is located. There are candles spread out on the wooden surface, shrouding your apartment in a warm shade.

“Happy six months anniversary, Hyunjin,” you tell him, when you’re finally seated at the table, ready to eat dinner and have a drink. Once you’ve finished your meal, your boyfriend takes care of cleaning the dishes, while you make yourself comfortable on the couch, searching for a film that will end up playing in the background very soon.

Truth be told, half an hour later, you find yourself lying on the couch, as Hyunjin is hovering above you, placing sweet little kisses on your skin. Your shirt landed somewhere on the floor some minutes ago, exposing your bare body to him. Hyunjin looks at you for a moment, knowing that no artwork he’s ever created will come even remotely close to your beauty. He sighs, letting out a ‘wow’ before he helps you out of your baggy pants.

The ruby earrings and necklace look stunning on you, just like they did nine months ago when you wore them for the first time. Hyunjin is so lucky that you gave him another chance and during those nine months of getting closer—including half a year of being official—he’s done more than his best. He’s the one for you, you would have realised earlier if he had the guts to show you properly.

But this doesn’t matter to you anymore. He made up for it, has treated you like his queen since then, still a little nervous about everything since you are his first actual girlfriend.

You’ve parted your legs for him now, as Hyunjin already dives in, getting a taste of your delicious scents. His tongue expertly grinds over your clit, as two of his fingers work you open.

“Yeah, just like that, pretty, you’re such a fucking good girl for me, hm?”

Despite being together for so long now, your boyfriend still takes his time to stretch you, get you ready for his big cock.

“Shit, I can’t believe you’re mine… this pretty pussy is all mine, yeah?”

Faster than you’re able to grasp it, he’s scissoring you open, his digits hitting that spot inside of you, while his mouth stays attached to your pussy. 

“Baby, please, right there,” you blurt out, your hands playing with his hair, guiding him just how you like, as you tuck the strands from time to time.

“You taste so fucking good,” he hums against your wetness, as slurping sounds fill the whole apartment.

A little later, you trip over the edge, when you cum over his fingers and tongue. Your boyfriend helps you ride out your high, listening to your sweet little whimpers, before he licks away your juices. Hyunjin slips his fingers into his mouth next, unable to withstand getting a taste of you, while a whimper spills from his lips.

When you see the tent inside his sweatpants, precum already leaking through the grey fabric, you automatically reach for his covered dick. You start palming him through the material, feeling him grow harder. But Hyunjin has other plans. Tonight, he doesn’t need anything from you. You’re the centre of his attention.

“No, tonight is only about you, pretty. Let me make you feel good, yeah?”

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[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

A look to open up the skies part two: Eddie and Y/N finally have their conversation.💗

GN!reader. Fluff, insecurity (Eddie), crying (Eddie and reader), swearing, intense positive emotions (love, appreciation, holy shit if I don’t tell you I love you right fucking now I’m gonna die vibes), cuddling, kisses, pet names (sweetheart, angel, babe, baby, honey), reader quotes LOTR while confessing their feelings to Eddie in a bid to make him believe.

A/N: I am so grateful and appreciative to every person who supports my writing. It’s my break from a busy and stressful life, ten minutes here and there every day to help me get through the roaring anxiety. I appreciate you all deeply and I do my best to give it back to you with my content.

Summary: Several people asked to see Eddie and reader have the conversation from THIS PIECE - basically, you love Eddie so much it made you cry, Uncle Wayne encouraged you to tell Eddie, and here you both are :)

Special thank you to @magnoliabutters for reading over the first incomplete draft of this fic and literally going paragraph by paragraph to help me with characterisation, dialogue and descriptions. I'm a little scared to post this because I haven't written for Eddie for about three weeks and tbh I probably should be using this time to study, but if I don't do something for myself, I'm gonna go insane in a very very unsexy way.

I hope you enjoy!😭💗🙏

E.M tags: @eddiebunson @hersweetrevenge @sweetpeapod @sabbathsworld @hawkinsroyaloutcast @seidenbros @bakerstreethound @eddiemunsonshoney @potatos-library @gemstone-roses @hellfire1986baby @jslittlebirdie @comfortcharactercraze @heydreamchild @mywinterivy @corrodedcoffeen @ourstaturestouchtheskies

E & W.M tags: @hellfirebabe @eddiemunsonshoney @potatos-library @bakerstreethound @gemstone-roses @sweetpeapod @authorlovers @jslittlebirdie @heydreamchild @comfortcharactercraze @mywinterivy @corrodedcoffeen @ourstaturestouchtheskies 

Fic specific tags: @jslittlebirdie @hoeshii @nyrovekyochi @potatos-library @viviminori

People from part 1:  @disturbedbeautywrites @comfortcharactercraze @decadentpaperduck @munsonsuccubus @eponaartemisa @epicfallenismine @silky-luxe @jslittlebirdie @lancey-mcclain

Word count: 3, 318.

Previously

"Eddie's got enough'a them walls up, Y/N. Don't you go giving him another." Wayne encourages you, gives you guidance and a light warning, all in two sentences. Only a Munson can pull that off.

Silence lapses again and Wayne finishes his cigarette, stands with a final gentle pat to your shoulder, and goes back inside the trailer. Leaving you with your thoughts and a quiet sense of determination.

You stand on somewhat shaky legs as you follow Wayne; the man sees you coming in the reflection of the glass window and spins at the last second to hold the door open for you. You smile at him in thanks and he nods at you, before raising his eyebrows in a, "now?" gesture. You find Eddie in that look and without thought do you nod. It makes him beam and you feel a deep sense of okay, this is it, settle deep inside your heart.

The final final nail is hammered in when Wayne grabs his keys and leaves for work, giving you a very meaningful, firm nod as he shuts the door behind him, his boots thudding down the steps.

It feels less like the encouragement he gave you a moment ago and more like being told 'enough thinking about it, hon - you're doing this now'; it is no secret to the Munsons that when you get all up in your head, you appreciate being told what you should do, just because you can't make out the trees through the thickness of the forest. The Munsons have taught you so much about yourself without consciously doing so. In many a conversation have you asked one of them - usually Uncle Wayne - why you had reacted to something a specific way or you have shared an 'ugly' thought with them, only for them to tell you that it is normal to feel this way. A boundary has been crossed which you hadn't known you had at the time, or something like that. The specifics barely matter when it comes to matters of the soul and heart; fragile things which must be handled with care.

In short, the Munsons bring you to your own attention and it excites you to spend time with them, wondering what other pieces of the tapestries of themselves and you which you will get to uncover with the hours in their company. Every day brings you something new, it seems, but today it is your turn to bring Eddie something new.

In allowing you to express yourself and your thoughts uncensored, the Munsons have watched you grow and blossom into the person you are, and they are so proud of you for it. Sometimes, you are in the right, and sometimes you are in the wrong. But you aren't ever shamed for it or made to feel less than; Wayne's stern manner and quiet tone of disappointment scares you more than anything else. You hate it when he gets like that with you (it's so very rare; you have to earn Wayne's disapproval. His love comes freely and without conditions) and so you always do your best to avoid disappointing him. Not in an unhealthy way, but he has done a great deal for you and you love him just as strongly as you love Eddie (though the nature of that love did differ between the Munsons), and so you only ever want to give him your best.

This situation is unfair only if you continue to conceal the truth from Eddie. If you don't tell him how you were feeling after this conversation, Wayne will know about it, and he will be disappointed that you had let this moment, this raw vulnerability, slip through your fingers. You want Eddie to feel loved, you want Eddie to be loved, and you want Wayne to be proud of you. Wayne knows this, he knows it, and he has used in the best of ways everything he knew about you to help you to help yourself and therefore, to give his boy everything he deserves and wants but had yet to truly be his. That part of it is in your hands but you have hesitated and so, just like always, Wayne steps up for someone he loves.

Someone really needs to give that man a raise.

Your tears have slowed but they are still there, dripping silently and steadily as you make your way down the trailer and around the corner into Eddie's bedroom. Your hands are visibly shaking and you hold them in front of you, your thumbs rubbing along the inside of your palms as you rejoin Eddie.

He looks up from where he's been lounging on the bed ever since you got here as you enter his room, but the welcoming smile on his face dies as quickly as it's born as he takes in what he assumes immediately to be pain. You have very obviously been crying and Eddie feels a slight pang of hurt that you had left his side when you were hurting. Do you not trust him to comfort you when you aren't okay? Maybe you don't want to see him like that, or you don't want him to see you? What about if -

But before his insecurities really begin to race through his tried and tired mind, an absolute galaxy threatens to split your face in half as you smile at Eddie. It's at total odds to the way tears occasionally slip down your cheeks, dripping sore but in a good way - you never want to stop loving Eddie just like this. The thought of loving Eddie any less than you already do absolutely terrifies you - and the emotional rollercoaster you must be on has Eddie concerned. It warms him, too, for so open are you that you're able to feel and express multiple emotions at once. Not like most others in Hawkins, who are so out of touch with themselves that they drift through their days apathetic to all those small moments, which lead into bigger moments and larger emotions.

Not like most others, who hide themselves away and therefore deny themselves the chance of a real and beautiful connection between themselves and the town they inhabit, the people they live with and around. One cannot silence one part of themselves without silencing all the others. Life must be lived fully and whole-heartedly embraced, Eddie has always believed, and despite all that you have been through, the ugly, the beautiful and everything in between, you do your best to adopt a similar attitude towards life and love.

Of all his little sheep, Eddie loves you the hardest.

He sits up, hands easily reaching out for you. It's so instinctive, so immediate, that it's almost as if his body knows what he wants before his mind does. You're not just smiling, he registers at the same time as he clocks your tears, you're smiling.

Eddie knows what a fake smile looks like. He knows what it looks like when someone is smiling to hide pain, when they're smiling to be polite or when they're smiling because they don't know how else to react. He knows what 'laugh or cry' looks like as an expression because he's seen it looking back at him across his reflection too many times for it to not break his own heart when the gift of hindsight inevitably smacks him in the face. Eddie knows pain and he knows joy and he knows love, limited though its expression has been due to how little of it he's received in his lifetime. Wayne managed to squeeze a lifetime of love into every day; his boy would never go without love again if the elder Munson had anything to say about it.

And he did.

Your smile, the one on your face right now, is nothing like Eddie has seen before. He can see love and sadness co-existing on your face, and it throws him for a loop. You're exuberant, practically glowing as you smile at him, but those tears, oh... Those are sad tears, tender tears, and Eddie can't quite figure you out. Usually, he can clock you with just a sweep of his eyes up and down your body, but this?

You're not masking, you're not hiding anything. Eddie knows when people are being genuine and he knows when you are being truthful, so right now, your face is making it look like you're feeling two opposing emotions at the same time, like a... "What's with the living mask, babe?" His voice is soft, an upward lilt at odds with the way his lips tug downwards at the corners. You practically trip over yourself to get to him, interlocking his fingers with your own as you climb on top of him, getting comfortable in his lap. It's always been your favourite seat, your denim throne, and you know it always will be.

"I need to tell you something, Eddie, and I - it's nothing bad," you rush to reassure Eddie when his dark eyes harden and his body stiffens under yours, you squeeze your grip in his and smile encouragingly when Eddie relaxes under you again, "I just... I'm nervous about telling you because I don't know how you'll take it, and Uncle Wayne said I should - "

Eddie cuts you off instantly, indignant that his dad knew about this before he did. "Wait, what's Uncle Wayne got to d - "

You shake your head, squeezing your grip around Eddie's hands again, "No, Eddie, please, I have something to tell you and Wayne was the only one I could talk to about wanting to tell you, and he says I should, so can you - will you - " you sigh, frustrated, looking everywhere but at Eddie. How are you supposed to talk to him about this when you barely have the words to explain it yourself?

Wayne's words come back to you,"You gotta be brave now. For him. Tell him, Y/N. If not for you, then for Eddie" and you find yourself taking a deep, deep breath, clambering up off Eddie and instead lying down beside him. He's quiet, contemplative, his dark eyes fixed on you. Still trying to figure you out even as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest, hands splayed across your back, fingers spidered to touch as much of you as he can all at once. The change in position seems to jostle something in your brain and words begin to come to you, drifting gently across the hurricane of your mind.

You're a contradiction in some ways and blessedly predictable in others. But no matter what, you're a person with whom Eddie is well versed, and he will always grace you with the time and space you need to express yourself. You do the same for him, each and every day, and for every gesture of understanding you show him, Eddie does his best to return it tenfold. Even if he's indignant and slightly offended that his Uncle got to hear you out first, got to see your emotional state at its newest and therefore rawest, he's also very happy and relieved that the two of you, two of his three most special people (Dustin being the third, the little shrimp that he is), get on well enough to be able to swap confidences. All he's ever wanted is a family, just like this. Mismatched puzzle pieces which work gloriously together.

"I'm listening, Y/N."

You know that Eddie means it. His voice has a serious edge to it, his arms are tight around you, and though he's nervous, mind racing to try to suss you out, you know that the floor is yours and it will be until you're finished. Eddie is patient, painfully so, and he'll wait for you with the same grace he gives Dustin, who always takes a paragraph to say one sentence which Eddie will have figured out long before Dustin finishes. That's who Eddie is, and he's beautiful.

You shift so that you're lying facing Eddie. He moves so that one of his arms is under your head and the other is around your waist, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. You move so that your forehead is pressed against his. Eddie makes a soft, sweet noise, it's almost an "awh" but it's closer to an "oh", and nuzzles his face against yours, making you smile so tenderly it makes you want to cry again.

"Call me Curiosity because you're killin' me here, sweetheart."

"Then call me Satisfaction so I can bring you back."

Eddie groans at the joke and you giggle, tucking your face into the crook of his neck and just breathing him in as you steel your nerves. Be brave for five minutes, Y/N, for Eddie, just like always. There was a time for joking around and there was a time for knuckling down and being serious. It is something you and Eddie know all too well. So as the laughter fades and you're both high on the sight of the other's smile, you tell Eddie what you told Uncle Wayne.

"I'm... I'm upset at this thing but not... Not necessarily in a bad way, you know?"

Eddie freezes, his body tensing up as he looks at you with a look of concentration. He looks like he's getting ready to be offended but he's still giving you the benefit of the doubt. Uncle Wayne had heard you out and Eddie will do the same. He feels like something important is coming. Something which will both lead you onto a new path. He is cautious and cynical, but he wants so badly to believe.

You're about to take the plunge, and so is Eddie. Different routes to the same place. Together.

"Okay, so," you rush to get everything out as best and as fast as you can, the way Eddie's hackles came up preemptively making you feel like you need to say it now because it's already gone on for long enough. And, really, you want to tell him, you want to explain yourself, you want Eddie to know how loved he is, so you use that panic as well as what you're feeling for the man who has your five senses captivated, surrounded, to catapult the two of you forward into that place you long to take him, for nowhere can you go where he won't follow: the truth. "I..." You draw out the monosyllable as you search for words to explain something you can barely explain to yourself. "I'm not really upset in a bad way, as I said. Like, nothing is wrong. I just... I just..." You shake your head, frustrated as all hell by the fact that you had been able to discuss this with Uncle Wayne, but with Eddie's chocolate button eyes staring at you with his strong dark brows pinched together in concentration, his hands flexing around the duvet underneath him - the urge to run away is so very strong but for you, for you, he will stay and see it through - words are failing you.

The tension is killing both of you, but neither more so than Eddie, who is not a mind reader.

If you don't tell him, he's not going to know.

That thought, of Eddie never truly knowing how much you love him, combined with the cosmic ache Uncle Wayne's words have left in your chest, sends a cold shiver of something down your spine and all of a sudden, everything spills out of you. And you let it, feeling the burden of your heart lifting as you share it with the person you want to grow old with.

"You're just really kind and sweet and good even with all the shit you've gone through and I admire you so much for how strong you are. You know when to pick your battles, you know when to run, you know when to stand your ground, you still try so hard with what you have, you do your best, you give everything you have, but through it all, you're so you and it's amazing, Eddie. You're amazing and I'm not upset, I'm just... I just love you so much and it hurts and I told Wayne before I told you because I didn't know if you would be upset in a bad way when I cried over you and he told me you wouldn't be and - "

Large hot hands seize your face, thumbs spreading to touch the space behind your ears, and two chocolate button eyes look square into yours, the galaxies within roaming until they find what they're looking for; softening into molten pools when they do. You are slightly uncomfortable with eye contact, Eddie knows, and so as soon as he sees you looking back at him, he looks at the bridge of your nose instead. But something compells you to chase his eyes and you're gifted with seeing a smile start small at a corner of his mouth and then spreading like wildfire, until the apples of his cheeks crease and his eyes almost disappear into them as Eddie smiles just as widely, just as genuinely, as you have been this entire time.

"I love you, Eddie Munson. So much and for so many things, but mostly because you're you. That's why I'm so upset - because I love you but it's too much for my body to take and I want you to see how loved and wanted and cherished you are.

Eddie practically chokes on his words, whatever they are, and the next thing you know, he's all over you, hands and lips and hair everywhere as he punctuates his rain of "I love you I love you I love you" with kisses; one confession and one kiss at a time does Eddie return the sentiment wholeheartedly to you. You're overwhelmed, desperately so, with Eddie, and you cling to him as tightly as he clings to you, both of you squeezing, squeezing, and feeling like there is nowhere else you would rather be, no one else whom you would rather be with.

"Please don't leave me, Y/N, please. Please stay." Hushed words against your skin, fingers digging, lips trailing across your collarbone, Eddie everywhere all at once. You nod, not knowing how to say it any more than you already have but still feeling like you want to cry from love, with love and because of love.

Love.

Something which has been missing for the duration of your positive upset today slams into you and you stop to take a second. You haven't commented on any of Eddie's passions, on anything he loves the most, and won't this be a sure fire way to hammer home that you love Eddie for Eddie? To say I see you, I know you and what you love, and I want to share in those things with you, is truly a gift of a sentence. Decision made and words drifting easily across your mind as if they have always been there, a somewhat devious smile grows on your lips, your eyes soft as you gaze at the man you love most of all. "'I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.'"

Eddie stiffens, pulls back just enough to look at you, and then he smiles again, he smiles just as you did, that living mask, before he nuzzles down into your body, hugging you to him like you're a pillow. He settles in for the evening, his dark curls tickling the side of your jaw, his body so tightly pressed against yours that you can feel every plane of him. With your truth, with your tears and your bravery have you brought Eddie to the point where there are no words now, there's only emotions. And that's okay, you realise as you stroke Eddie's hair, his back, as you mumble love to him and hear him say it back instantly as his hands grip your hips in comfort and grounding - for which of you, you know not, but it doesn't matter. Some things can't be explained, they can only be felt, and that's just what the both of you intend to do.

Feel and love.

[azurelyy]

Hey, I read your Kankuro fic and I love it! Could write something NSFW for Yamato (or Genma) x f!reader? Can it be friends to lovers (and if you decide to write or Yamato:Can he have an authority kink? Like captain) Sorry if you don't write for them or the kinks made you uncomfortable. Have a great day ♥️

Ahhhh, tysm! I am so glad you liked it.

I went with Yamato because the idea of the authority kink was just too good not to pass up - I hope you enjoy! 😈 P.S. This turned out... way longer than expected. I am so sorry lol.

Title: O, Captain! My Captain! 🍋

Words: 5.2k

Pairing: Yamato x f!reader

Warnings: Fingering, hand job, praise, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, role play (RP), alcohol consumption, cinnamon roll Yamato

You weren’t sure if it was the ungodly heat of the summer night or the panging of your nervous system that made your palms sweat like Babe the Pig, but either way, your stomach felt like it was doing an entire gymnastics routine as you marched along the streets, bottle of booze in hand, towards Yamato’s apartment. The night sky was clear and cloudless, endless clusters of stars guiding your way to your best friend’s front door. 

You loved this tradition the two of you had, pre-gaming together before you finally met up with the group halfway through the night, able to be completely drunk already and saving money on alcohol while also saving yourselves from the torture of having to bar hop to, inevitably, three totally different bars. Showing up near the end, the two of you were always able to get in a few dances before parting from the group with an Irish Goodbye, your friends so blackout by that point that they were none-the-wiser.

You had on your favorite long, flowy dark dress with sleeves that fanned out from your arms, your hair styled with various gleaming gemstones sprinkled throughout it. It always made you feel like a fantasy witch when you went out dancing in this dress, the sleeves turning into haunting wings as you glided around the dance floor and parted it like the Red Sea. The humidity in the air clung to your skin as your dress slightly stuck to your hot skin, draping you in black fabric, tiny beads of sweat dripping down your forehead. 

You gave your signature two-knocks onto Yamato's front door - a secret code the two of you had since you both had crippling anxiety about answering the door to strangers - and your best friend opened it immediately, his white teeth beaming down at you as he gave you a bright smile. 

“I think you forgot your bats at home,” He joked as he moved aside to let you enter through his doorway, giving you a gentle tap on the shoulder as you passed by him.

“Hilarious, Yamato,” You said, placing the booze down on the counter and immediately rummaging through his cabinets, pulling out two shot glasses. “Really, have you considered a career in stand-up?” 

“Yes,” He replied, opening the bottle of tequila and pouring a shot for you first. “But then I decided to be merciful and save people from the unknown misery Comedian Yamato would surely provide to the world.” 

You giggled a little louder than necessary and linked your arm with his, looping them together like you always did for the first shot of the night, bracing to swig the shots back at the same time. “Okay, ready?”

“Yup,” He popped the ‘p’ as he leaned down to be closer at eye-level with you. “On three, okay?” You nodded. “One, two, three!”

You each swung your heads back, the tequila burning down your throat and seeping into your stomach. You felt your lips pucker as you unclasped your arm from Yamato’s and squeaked, slamming the shot glass down onto the counter. You fanned your face as you licked your hand, frantically sprinkling salt onto it, before tonguing it clean. Yamato laughed heartily as he carefully set his glass down, giving you an inquisitive look. 

“You’re supposed to do that first,” He stated matter-of-factly as he watched you with amusement.

You groaned. “I know that! I got too excited. It’s been awhile since I’ve had alcohol.” He hesitated pouring your next shot and you tilted your head at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” He responded, pouring his own shot. “I just don’t want to overwhelm you. You’ll tell me if it’s too much, right?” 

You laughed as you sprinkled more salt onto the wet side of your hand, smiling up at him. “It’s one shot, Yammy. I’ll be fine.” 

He smirked and gave a single nod of his head. “Two shots.”

“Two shots,” You corrected, sticking your tongue at him. “I said it’s been awhile, not forever. I’m getting too old for this shit.” 

“You?” He questioned, gulping down another drink. “I’m thirty-one, I’m definitely too old for this shit.” 

“I forget that you’re that old,” You teased, your throat stinging as you slammed your second shot down. “We’re practically middle-aged!”

He said your name slowly, the sound numbing to your ears. Or maybe it was the alcohol. “You’re only twenty-five, don’t sell yourself short.” 

“I’m single and twenty-five,” You groan. “I can feel my eggs dying inside me.”

Yamato’s soft laughter filled the air around the small kitchen and you felt your heart flutter in your chest as you watched his chestnut hair slowly sway around his face, his strong hand covering his fine mouth as his black eyes twinkled in the starlight. You had known him for at least five years now, and in that time, Yamato had carved his way into the “best friend” slot in your heart. 

It was an immediate connection. You liked how he didn’t treat you any differently based on gender. He talked to you in a natural way, making you feel seen in a room where you felt small and inferior. He had a way of getting people to open up to him, his gentle voice lulling you in like a jinx. Recently, you have started to feel… different around him. Where there was once silent comfort, you felt rising tension; where there was once your friend's hand on your arm, there were now sparks sizzling wherever he touched you. 

“Hey,” Yamato put his hand on your shoulder, steadying you as you swayed around lightly. “Are you alright? Maybe you really have had enough.” You felt heat rise in your cheeks as your heart began drumming in your chest. You gently shrugged his hand from your shoulder and pulled yourself onto the counter, now directly at eye-level with him.

“I’m fine,” You assured, placing your hands awkwardly in your lap. “Just tired lately. I am glad everyone is growing up and we’re meeting at a club instead of a bar.”

Yamato moved closer to you and stood between your legs, he was only within arms reach but he still felt way too damn close for comfort. You wanted to grab him by the wrist and pull him into you like a riptide; wanted to allow him to wrap you in his muscular arms and never let you go. The room started spinning around you and you placed your head in your hands as you felt Yamato place his hands on your knees, chanting your name with an increasing amount of panic as you hung your head.

His calloused finger gripped under your chin and turned your head to face him, splintering the world around you. You felt his hot breath tickle your lips as he placed the back of his hand against your forehead. His pink lips were moving but you couldn’t hear any sound, could only feel his skin on yours, smell his spicy cologne. You clenched your hands into fists on your thighs in a futile bid at suppressing the tension in the air as he sweetly smiled at you, his face slightly rosy from the alcohol. 

“Maybe I should walk you home?” He asked, a twinge of sadness in his voice. You glanced into his eyes and saw his pupils were dilated, a glint of care twinkling within his soft gaze that made your heart flutter in your chest as you gripped onto your dress for dear life. 

All your friends had been begging you to tell Yamato how you felt, but you couldn’t handle losing him. He meant too much to you; provided you a sense of security you hadn’t felt since childhood. Losing him would not just crush you, it would pull you apart. You would lose a part of yourself without him, so you stayed silent. You continued to be a shadow in the background when he would take other women home instead of you; would listen to him complain about his relationship issues and give him sound advice; would cheer him on through the pain of hearing how “this is the one” before the inevitable crash and burn, when he’d show up on your doorstep with ice cream, saying with his smile “I didn’t know where else to go.”

You took a deep breath and grinned up at him, patting his hand that rested on your hip. “No, I’m fine.” He raised an eyebrow at you. “I’m fine!” You insisted, playfully pushing his face away from yours.

“If you say so…” He brought his face back down, your lips now inches apart, noses brushing against each other. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as Yamato trailed his hand down the side of your thigh and rested it on your knee, his other hand still cupping your chin. “You look really pretty tonight,” You watched his Adam’s apple wobble in his throat and you nearly blacked out. “Who are you dressing up for?”

You clenched your thighs together and moved your head back, the cool wood of the cupboard resting against the back of your skull. Yamato’s eyes were like dark pools of oil, twinkling in the pale light of the moon outside the window. His hand sprawled out on your knee, static surging up your leg and into your pussy as you felt arousal soak its way to your walls. 

“Yamato,” Your mouth was drier than a desert as his formed into a tight line. He moved his hand from your chin to cup your cheek, causing small firecrackers to pop in your chest. The alcohol fogged your mind as he stayed planted in front of you, mouths inches apart. “You’re my best friend.”

He chucked, warm air tickling your nose and mouth as you smelled the slight tang of alcohol on his breath. “You’re my best friend, too.”

You closed your eyes, drinking him in like a potion. “But I don’t want you as a best friend.”

You kept your eyes shut tightly as you felt his hand on your knee twitch, the tips of his fingernails skating across your skin, as he pressed his warm lips onto yours. He was soft with you, like you would shatter upon contact as he leaned his head to the side and deepened the kiss, moving his strong hand from your knee to wrap around your waist.

You gripped onto the hem of his shirt and pulled him closer to you as your tongues swirled around each other, the air around you becoming light and sweet. You moved your hand slowly to his face, cupping his cheek as he let out a soft moan of your name.

The familiar jingle of Yamato’s ringtone jostled you from your fairytale as he pulled away quickly and cleared his throat. You were both panting, hearts banging in your chests, as he gave you a small smirk and checked the caller-ID. He groaned.

“It’s Kakashi…” He looked over at you, his gaze half-lidded and hazy; his lips reddened and glossy.

You laughed as you smoothed out your clothes and hair, gulping down lust. “Y-You should tell him we’ll be there soon.”

Yamato hummed as he flipped the switch on the side of his phone, silencing the tune. He put his phone upside down onto the counter and took a step closer to you, leaning down so your lips brushed together. “I want to stay with you.” You felt a knot form in your stomach as he studied your face, his oil pool eyes burning into your skin and boiling their way down to your lips.

“Do you want to stay with me?” His violin voice pacified your banging heart as you breathed in his cardamom cologne. It reminded you of the color burgundy, a sensually sexy smell that wrapped around your core and drew your face closer to his. You tried to respond but when you opened your mouth, you felt like your heart was going to leap out of it, so you only nodded.

He pulled you off the counter and into his arms, cupping the back of your neck in his athletic hand as your legs wrapped around his waist. Your arms rested around his neck as you let your forehead rest on his, a strong grip around your waist anchoring you to him. He licked his lips and looked up at you, his breathing shallow. You kissed his forehead and trailed your mouth down to his jaw, felt the way it tensed beneath your touch as his hold on you tightened. Every muscle in your body felt taut as you crawled your lips back up his face and hovered your mouth over his. You smirked as you pulled back from him gently, his finger circling around the base of your neck as flames coursed their way down your spine.

“Do you really want to know who I dressed up for?” You whispered. You felt his body tense up as he grunted in response. You used the tip of your tongue to lightly trace his cupid’s bow. “I wore this dress hoping you’d take it off.”

You squealed as he pushed down on the base of your neck, your mouths forming to each other like a jigsaw piece as your teeth clicked together. The kiss was no longer gentle; he was ravishing your mouth with his, treating you like a lost treasure trove. The air around you jostled as he sloppily kissed you and you could tell he was taking you somewhere. Your back slammed against the mattress as he sucked on your tongue, your nipples perking up. He trailed his hand from your waist to your thigh as he hiked your dress up, his slender fingers dancing their way up your bare skin like a sacred ritual, tracing each curve of your flesh.

He pushed his knee against your pussy and your body rippled beneath him as he trailed his lips along your jawline, phantoming over your neck. You could feel his heavy breathing against your skin, so hot on your flesh, as he played with the waistline of your panties with his finger.

He sucked the skin of your neck into his mouth and you whimpered, gripping his soft hair as you shoved your hips up on his, feeling his erection through his pants. You let out a shaky breath as he nibbled the skin above your collarbone, your eyes fluttering shut as heat flushed to your neck, a bruise forming where his teeth met your skin.

“I-” His voice was sinful. “I’m sorry.” He gently kissed the branding mark on your neck. “I’ve wanted you for a long time.” He ghosted his lips over yours as he rubbed his finger over your entrance, the fabric of your panties feeling hot against your skin, a line of sticky arousal coating them. 

“Please,” You couldn’t say anything else as you gripped his wrist and pushed his hand against your pussy, pleading for him to take you. He kissed you hungrily before pulling away, guiding you up with him by your waist. He stroked the outline of your body with his hands, sliding them along every curve, every imperfection; the twinkle lights in his bedroom illuminating him in a dazzling glow, his pale skin shining in the dark. 

“Does this have a zipper, or…” His voice was a full octave lower as he gently twisted you around to examine your clothes, not wanting to ruin your favorite dress. You laughed lightly and guided his hand to the hem of your dress, your lace panties fully exposed as you sat cross-legged on the bed, your dress ruffled and haphazardly sprawled around your body. He lifted it off with ease and tossed it to the ground. You felt heat flush to your cheeks as you hooked your fingers under his shirt, nails raking across his abs, lifting the fabric up and over his head. 

You both took in the sight of the other’s half-naked bodies in satisfying silence. Your eyes wandered over his bare, broad shoulders; trailed over his lean stomach, his abs rippling from heavy breathing, before landing upon his copper happy trail. You moved closer and hummed as you lightly moved your finger down the trail, stopping at the waistline of his pants. 

Yamato watched your every move like an assassin, focussed on every flutter of your eyelashes, every parting of your beautiful lips. He had admired your beauty from afar for too long, always too cowardly to admit his feelings to you. To him, you were an enigma; a muse sent from above that had somehow, some way, taken a liking to him. He didn’t know if your interest in him was the work of bored gods or of the universe itself, but he didn’t care - all he knew was that he would have you, for as long as you would allow him the pleasure of being able to orbit around your gravity’s pull, and he would do his best to keep you with him, even if it meant only being your friend. 

He had kept his distance while somehow getting so close to you. He knew every strength and every flaw; he knew your nightmares and your dreams; he knew your coffee order and your dark desires. He knew everything about you, and he loved you. His love for you burned him over and over but he didn’t mind walking through hell if it meant getting to have you in his life.

He watched your innocent eyes trail over his body as he drank you in like the sweetest wine money could buy. He examined your hips, your curved thighs, your soft tummy; the way you bit your bottom lip as your delicate finger left sparks along his midriff. He gripped your wrist and you let out a startled gasp, your eyes twinkling in the lights of his bedroom as you connected your gaze onto his. He felt a garden bloom within his heart as he moved forward and captured your warm lips on his; felt your souls intertwine together as he kissed you passionately, moving his hands to your back and unclasping your bra. It fell to your knees and he moved his way down your face, kissing along every inch of your skin, grabbing the bra and tossing it to the floor, before kissing between your breasts. 

You whimpered his name as he moved his hands up your body and gripped onto your tight nipples, his calloused fingers strangely gentle as he danced around your nubs gracefully, pangs of pleasure shooting throughout your stomach and into your brain with each flutter. He kissed his way to your breast, slowly trailing his hot mouth along each inch of your skin, teasing you.

“Y-Yam-” He rolled his hand to grip your stomach and licked your nipple, your words catching in your throat as you moaned through the sensation. He worked his tongue around your nipple, memorizing it, as he moved his other hand down to your soaked through panties. 

Your brain turned static as he pushed your back to the mattress, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your underwear as he slowly moved them down your thighs. He guided your hips up with his free hand, fully removing your panties, and the air became increasingly heavy as you heard his breathing become shallow. You wriggled beneath him and crossed your legs, suddenly embarrassed and trying to cover yourself, as Yamato clicked his tongue and aggressively pulled your legs apart.

“Don’t cover up,” He commanded. You felt your pussy quiver as you glanced up at him through your hair, his dark eyes locked onto yours. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

“N-No,” You responded smally, twisting your arms over your body to hide from him. His toned and lean body was so picture-esque, he made you feel inferior by simply existing in his looming presence. Now that you were getting so intimate, your friend was suddenly intimidating to you; features that were once sweet Yamato were suddenly sensual Yamato, where his eyes were once harmonious they were now hungry. Every inch of your body yearned for him, but he was just so… sexy. You cast your gaze away from him and looked to the ceiling, trying your best to disappear into the bed.

“I’m sorry,” You scoffed, bringing your arm up and over your forehead. “I don’t know what came over me.” You felt hot tears welling in your eyes as you shut them tightly, your heartbeat surely audible in the quiet of the night. Yamato shifted above you as you heard rusting fabric and a small “ow”, before he laid next to you and cradled you to him like a small child. His legs wrapped around yours and you realized he had taken his pants off and you gulped down a ball of anxiety as you twisted in his embrace to face him fully.

“I want you,” He stated. His voice was raw and quivering. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I met you.” He kissed you gently and you felt your body tense up. “But if it’s too much, we can just lay here tonight.” 

He traced the outline of your jaw and you felt something deep within you snap as you grabbed his hand and moved it down your body to your heat. You maneuvered his finger between your walls as you coated him with your arousal. Yamato groaned hoarsely and pushed another finger into you, twisting himself upwards and immediately hitting against your G-spot. 

“So wet,” He groaned, his chest heaving heavily as he kissed you deeply, his free hand circling between your shoulder blades.

Stars formed in your vision as your head fell forward and you moaned his name into his neck, your nails digging into his hip. He kissed the top of your head and you bit down on his collarbone as his thumb swirled around your clit, the coil in your stomach tightening harshly as you heard your name being husked, his voice breaking with each push of his slender fingers.

Your free hand found his dick and you wrapped your hand around it, coating yourself with his sweet pre-cum. He breathed out a praise as you grazed your fingertip over his slit and started matching his rhythm, each thrust of his fingers bringing out the raw nature of lust from within you as you ravished his cock in your hand. He was so big, it was hard for you to fully wrap your hand around him, but his gentle praises and heavy breathing were all the encouragement you needed. He grunted out your name as your pace increased, his finger movements becoming less deft, as you felt more pre-cum stick to your hand. 

“Fuck. Ya-Yamato, I’m-” 

“Captain.” He insisted, his thumb pressing into your clit harshly as his bedroom started twisting around you. “That’s Captain to you.” 

“Y-Yes, Captain,” You cooed as you felt his dick twitch in your hand, the coil inside your stomach finally springing. 

He twisted his free arm out from under you and pulled your hand away from him just as your orgasm exploded within you, pure white bliss enveloped your vision as Yamato sucked on your earlobe and continued circling his thumb over your clit. Your body rippled as you listened to his muffled chants, blood rushing to your ears and you felt like your body had lifted off the ground. That’s my girl - felt good, right? - you sound so fucking hot when you come.

He moved his head down your neck and kissed it, paying extra attention to your throbbing bruise he formed earlier, as he wrapped you in his arms and rolled on top of you. His fingers twisted throughout your hair, your rhinestones all askew as he fiddled with each glistening gem individually, kissing his way to your mouth. 

“Wanna fuck you,” He husked between gentle pecks. “Wanna fuck you so bad.” 

“Fuck me, Captain,” You pleaded. “I’m-” He gripped your hands in one of his and brought them above your head, trapping them. “I’m on the pill.” 

Yamato smirked down at you as he ghosted his dick over your entrance. You could feel the heat of him course its way inside of you and shoot straight to your soul, melting you from the inside out as he bit his lower lip knowingly. 

“Will you- fuck-” Yamato pushed his head inside of you, slowly stretching out your walls, his girth shutting off your brain. “Feels good.” You murmured.

“Tell me what you want,” He groaned, slowly inching himself deeper. “I-I’m gonna fuck you hard. Say it while you can.”

Your heart nearly erupted in your chest as he increased the pressure in you, the power of his words almost spiraling another release from you. God, you wanted him to rail you. “C-Come in me,” You moaned as he pushed his full length into you and tightened his grip on your hands. “But…” You tongue peeked out from behind your lips at the pleasure of his cock twitching inside you as he bottomed out. “Pretend like it was an accident.”

“Got it,” He gruffed. He pulled out of you slowly, the knot in your stomach growing tighter with anticipation before he pushed into you, hard, rolling his mouth over yours as he fucked you. His dick was deep inside you, the curve of his tip twisting up into you like a tree growing roots as he rammed into you. Your mind was a blank canvas as you grunted out nonsense, each thrust turning your mind dumber until you could only think of him. 

Heavy breathing and thundering hearts bounced around the walls of his room as he licked the shell of your ear, the scent of sex lingering in the air as he bottomed out inside of you, his hot body cocooning you to him. You twisted your wrists in his tight hold, desperate to grab onto him, but he only increased the pressure of his hand over yours as he dick filled you to the brim. Your nose furrowed and sweat dripped down between your eyebrows as he rammed into you, wet squelching with each thrust echoing through his bedroom.

A chanting chorus of Captains and Feels so goods were like rain to his ears as he breathed heavily into the shell of your ear, increasing his pace as primal instinct took over. His cock felt like a tree as he planted himself inside you, wanting to coat your walls with his seed and forever be rooted within you. Your cries of pleasure melded together into a beautiful sonnet of ecstasy as he released your wrists and cupped his hand around your throat. Your mewls were the greatest gift he had ever received as your fingers intertwined into his hair, the tip of your cute nose pushing against his hair trying to signal for him to kiss you.

“You’re perfect,” He growled as he ghosted his lips over yours. You could feel the waves of lust ripple through your body as he nibbled your bottom lip. “I- fuck.” 

Your walls tightened around him as you pushed your hips upwards, thrusting him even deeper inside you until you morphed together into one being; your heart completely full as his warm lips brushed against yours. You twisted your legs around his calves, his grip around your throat tightening as he kissed you with ferocity, allowing your tongue to swirl around his as your body trembled from the power of another orgasm erupting throughout your soul. You felt your essence drip from you and slick its way along your thighs as he groaned into your mouth, a sensual sound that caused your heart to skip a beat.

“Captain, p-please remember to pull out,” You lied, kissing him deeply as his cock trembled inside you. His lips ghosted over yours as he looked at you with appraising, half-lidded eyes. He bit his lower lip and his eyelashes fluttered shut as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you as he slowly toppled over the edge. 

Yamato repeated your name between curses as he spilled himself inside you, painting your pussy white as he feigned dismay. “I’m sorry - you felt so good. Couldn’t pull out.” He kissed you harshly as hot liquid pooled out of you and onto the bed sheets, his breathing ragged and gravelly, his hands trembling, as he continued to whisper apologies against your teeth.

“Shit,” You breathed. “What am I gonna tell my parents?” His head fell to the crook of your neck and he smiled against your skin as your heart rate slowed down to a normal pace.

“What am I gonna tell Sensei?” He joked, kissing your collarbone as he interlocked his fingers with yours. Light laughter filled the room as you came down from your highs. Yamato pulled himself out of you and rolled to the side, spooning you to him as he peppered your hair with kisses. 

Your phone started ringing from the kitchen and you felt Yamato’s body slip away from you, a gentle “I’ll get it” as he sauntered out of the room. He returned moments later with a bemused grin plastered on his face, sitting down next to you on the bed as he faced the Caller-ID towards you: Kakashi. You motioned with your hand for him to answer it and snickered like a school bully when his eyes widened and a look of horror flashed across his face. He shook his head vigorously and flailed his arms around as you reached for the phone, but ultimately he caved, allowing you to grab the phone. You tapped the answer button breathlessly as you ran your free hand along Yamato’s muscular forearm.

“Hi Kakashi,” You said, hitting the speaker button and grinning up at Yamato. His face was a beautiful shade of deep red, his hair disheveled and wild. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as the awkward silence over the phone sunk in and you felt your heart pitter-patter as Yamato kissed your jaw.

“Hi there,” Kakashi’s words slurred together lightly and you could practically smell the alcohol through the receiver. “Yamato hasn’t been answering. Are you two…” You heard faint giggling in the background and swatting, small ‘shut up’s, and then a cleared throat. “Sorry. Are you two together?”

Yamato nodded his head lightly as he trailed his hot mouth across your cheek, planting a kiss to your nose; his way of giving you permission. You felt heat rush to your cheeks as you cleared your throat. 

“Yes,” Your voice quivered and you heard gasps from the other end of the receiver. 

“Will you guys leave us alone?” Yamato chided. “We’re busy.”

More shouts of ‘I knew it’s and pleas of ‘Let me talk!'s were heard before Kakashi’s docile tone responded, “Uh-huh.”

“We’ll have to raincheck,” You stated thickly as Yamato’s strong hand fondled your chest. “I-I’ve gotta go.” 

You heard Kakashi start to protest as Yamato ended the call and placed your phone onto the nightstand, a knowing smile growing across his gorgeous face, before he leaned in and kissed you lovingly. 

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[burrowingkelce]

Woah There Lil' Doggie

Cowboy Joe Burrow x Fem!Reader. Again no smut, just soft, lovey Joe. This is sort of a Part 2 to Round-Up. TW: Light Swearing

Raising champion barrel horses is not something you and Joe ever thought you'd be doing. But when your mare, Euro, suddenly had a foal, you were determined to train that thing to be like Comanche.

Fast forward 3 years and you managed to work with the colt, who you named Captain America, to get a saddle on and take the bit without biting. He wasn't mean, but since he was so young, he had that playful side to him, which got in the way of work.

When you put your left foot in the stirrup to get on, Captain wanted to start walking, but you swung your leg over the other side and slid your foot into the other stirrup just in time.

Joe was watching from afar, making sure to keep an eye on your knee and your face for any signs of discomfort. You had a bad injury 5 years ago while helping him build stalls in the barn. You missed the ladder to climb down from the loft and hit your left knee pretty hard. Ever since your knee hasn't been right and tends to slip out of place. Luckily, it hasn't happened in a while, but he's still worried.

You made Captain lope in the left lead, which was not your favorite thing to do, nor his, but it was something that came with training.

After going around the area 4 times, Captain got tired of this and took a sharp turn to the right and kicked the gate, causing you to be startled and thrown into the side of the arena, and ultimately, off Captain.

When you fell, your left knee popped out of place and you went to stand on it, but couldn't. Joe ran over, which didn't take long, considering his long ass legs and height. Ja'Marr was over too and grabbed Captain before he could trample you.

"Baby are you okay? What happened?"

"Yeah I'm fine. I guess Captain got tired of that lead and decided to do something about it." You chuckled, trying to clear the air. You pulled up your shirt and seen a big bruise beginning to form.

"You don't act okay, can you stand?"

You got up to stand, but it was still difficult. Instead, you pushed on your knee and it popped back into place.

"Yeah, I'm good now." And you walked over to Ja'Marr and retrieved Captain.

"Thanks Jay." You said, giving him a friendly smile.

"No problem Y/N". He said before going to follow Joe and have a seat on the porch of your house.

You got back on and loped lead after lead and managed a collected trot out of Captain too. It was getting late, Ja'Marr left an hour ago, but Joe was still sitting on the porch swing, drinking a beer and watching you.

You hopped off Captain and led him to the barn. You were still shook up and pissed off about what happened earlier. Your anxiety was through the roof, but you tried not to show it around Captain or Joe, in fear Captain can sense it and act up.

Joe walks into the barn and lifts the saddle up on the rack, like he has to do everytime, which doesn't bother him a bit. He turns to look at you refilling Captain's food and water will fidgeting with something in his pocket.

He had called Ja'Marr to tell him to come back over and he was silently recording in the back.

You look up at Joe with a smile on your face and walked to him to place a kiss to his lips.

"You did so good today sweets." He said hugging you.

"Thanks babe, he's a cranky son of a gun, but I can make him listen". You said looking up at him.

He backed up and said "I shouldn't be the only Burrow known for their toughness."

You were puzzled but realized what he was doing when he fished in his pocket for something and got down on one knee.

"Y/N, these last 7 years of us have been the best. My family and friends love you so much. I love you even more. I can't imagine going through life without you. So, will you marry me?

You started to cry and hugged him.

"Oh my God yes Joe!" You said excitedly.

He slid the ring on your finger, a beautiful black diamond, his favorite gemstone, nestled into a band of blue topaz, your favorite gemstone.

You looked at it and hugged Joe one more time before giving him another long kiss.

Ja'Marr couldn't help but shed a few tears as well, sniffling in the process, which caused you to look behind Joe.

"Damn you Ja'Marr!" Joe yelled, "You were supposed to be secretive!"

Joe let go of you and tore after Ja'Marr, he heard you laughing in the background, watching 2 of your favorite guys chase each other like kids.

Joe gave up on trying to catch him and ran to you instead. His amount of speed scared you a little and you tried to run yourself, but underestimated how close he actually was.

He grabbed you and picked you up bridal style.

"Very fitting Burrow." You said under the circumstances you were in.

"Can't wait to do this on our wedding day." He said carrying you in the house, and telling Ja'Marr to go home.

Sooooo, tell me how you like it, and if there's anything I can improve on! I love all feedback. Thank you again to @americaarse for this lovely request, and please don't hesitate to request absolutely anything regarding Joe or Travis Kelce.

[piscesperspective]

How Green Fluorite is healing to a Pisces

How Green Fluorite is healing to a Pisces

Pisces typically become overwhelmed by their own thoughts because of their vibrant imagination. A green fluorite will help with clearing Pisces mind by organizing their thoughts. This stone is typically used by Pisces to manifest their desires!

[the-slumberparty]

Gemstone Asks:

ALEXANDRITE 

Alexandrite are known to change colour and believed to possess magic and bring balance . What part of the creative process do you feel brings balance to you? What is the most magical part of creating for you?

AMETHYST 

Amethyst is said to bring calmness. What do you finding the most calming atmosphere for creating?

AQUAMARINE 

Aquamarine is used as a defense against negative energy and known to bring courage. What are ways that you work through or avoid burn out as creator?

CITRINE 

Citrine represents generosity. What is the best compliment or comment you’ve ever received on a piece you’ve created? 

DIAMOND 

Diamonds are the hardest and most resilient of the stones. What do you believe is your best work that still stands up today? What do you like most about this work?

EMERALD 

It was believed that emerald could assist in seeing the future. What future pieces or ideas do you look forward to writing the most?

GARNET

Garnet symbolises trust, lifelong friendship, loyalty, and passion. Who are some creators you admire? What do you admire most about them?

LAPIS LAZULI 

Lapis Lazuli is known to represent honesty, harmony, and self-awareness. What was your greatest learning opportunity as a creator?

MORGANITE 

Morganite is associated with innocence, joy, peace, and confidence. How would you compare yourself now with yourself when you began to create?

OPAL 

Opals are often described as otherworldly. What’s an unusual or new idea/concept/trope you would like to explore in your creative process?

PEARL 

Pearls can take any amount of time from six months to years to form. What does the typical creative process look like for you, from clam to shining pearl?

PERIDOT 

Peridots are associated with fire and sun. Write or create a piece that includes these elements.

PINK TOURMALINE

Pink tourmaline is believed to reduce stress, anxiety, fear, and depression. What are ways you have overcome these emotions when facing obstacles in the creative process?

ROSE QUARTZ 

Rose quartz is said to be a healing stone. Talk about your favourite comfort fic/creation. Either that you’ve created or consumed.

RUBY 

Ruby’s are often compared to fire. What’s the fire that drives you to create?

SAPPHIRE 

Sapphires are known as an honest stone. What’s a moment of honesty that helped you in your creative process?

SPINEL 

The Spinel is an optimistic stone. Do you have an ultimate goal for creating? What is it? If you could do anything, what would you do?

TANZANITE 

Tanzanite is believed to transfer negative energy to positive energy. Was there ever a time you were able to turn a negative experience or obstacle into a positive outcome in your creative process?

TOPAZ 

Topaz is said to bring confidence and good fortune. What is some advice you have for fellow creators?

TURQUOISE 

Turqouise is seen as grounding those who wear it and bringing good results. What is the best advice you’ve gotten as a creator?

[llclown-kittyll]

Hi I love ur work - but could u do a yandere septiceyes x reader who is disabled and always unintentionally hurts them self? U didn't have to but the idea is here

I saw this a couple weeks after Anon asked. I hope you're still around to read the fic you inspired!

TW's: Stalking, undiagnosed/ untreated medical issues.

I based this on my experiences and the reader is gender neutral

The world was set up to fail you from the very beginning. This much you knew. You didn’t know who was leaving you small trinkets and small love notes for you in your workplace- but you knew that the world couldn’t care less about you or your ‘issues’. 

Since you could remember, you had episodes of dizziness and lost your coordination skills- that could last minutes to hours, it varied. Pair that with anxiety and sensory issues, and it equaled out to your worst day when both showed up. Realistically, you knew you should get a cane or something. Since the path for a required diagnosis and treatment wasn’t covered by your healthcare plan, it was the next best option. 

But your anxiety would sky-rocket if your coworkers and friends saw you with a cane, and then you’d have to explain why you used it to every single person. It would be none of their business, really, but the social pressure of explaining why and letting strangers invalidate or validate your reason was an expectation- and you didn’t have the strength to go through that.

Punching out, you were just done with today. It was 9PM and today had been hectic to the max. Frustrated customers, cleaning every nook and cranny cause the area managers were visiting, stocking- bending up and down, again and again it was way too much. But trying to be the perfect worker to prove your worth, you pushed. You were the last one leaving, the mall already closing two hours ago. You spent 10 minutes in the break room earlier, sprawled out, trying to get some feeling back into your bones. And in your tired, weary mind, when you saw that the escalator was shut down- you picked the stairs, forgetting about the real possibility that you could die if you had an episode then and there. It was 2 floors- so not awful. Trudging down, you loosely held onto the railing, just wanting to get home already. Everything became a blur slowly, losing awareness because of how stressed out you were and the feeling of dizziness becoming more prominent minute by minute. Stopping a couple times, you took a break so the symptoms slowed down- playing the waiting game and then moving again. Missing a step, you almost fell…

Black sleeved arms caught you around your waist, holding you up from face-planting into the concrete floor. If you weren’t ‘alone’, at a mall, at night- you would've said thanks. But the fact that you never heard a single door open or footsteps fueled your action to grip onto the rail harder and turn around- nothing. Nothing was there... No-one was there… The next morning you forgot all about it, blaming it on your delirium from working a ten hour shift on four hours of sleep and a red bull. It was nothing.

Months passed since then, you almost hurt yourself countless times because of your perfectionism and by ‘chance’ you didn’t. A ‘gust of wind’ pushed the door closed just in time for you to lean on it. Your phone appeared, ringing so loudly in between your couch cushions that you had no choice but to crash instead of continuing cleaning during a dizzy spell and a migraine once. How convenient that you didn’t burn an arm trying to cook while your head was spinning because the electric stove shut off randomly that day. The small gifts from your secret admirer ramped up in price and became spot-on choices of what you liked. Word got around fast- despite your 50+ coworkers. So, you assumed whoever it was, was listening. Small detailed jewelry, costly gemstones, your favorite snacks- it should’ve been alarming. But who were you to question gifts given out of ‘pure romantic obsession interest’? 

Tuesday, on the way to work in a uber, you checked your missed texts. One was sent 4 A.M. and you didn't recognize the number. Your blood ran cold when you read it.

Don’t push yourself to be a perfectionist today, Y/N. I can’t watch you every second like usual- I’ll only be able to check on you every hour today. I’m making everything perfect for our 8 month anniversary and need to spend some time on getting it all ready for tonight. Be careful, Doll. I love you~

The same number showed up as calling after you read it, and with shaky hands, you answered. 

“̶̥͙̬̂͊R̴̢̲͈̿e̴��̤̲͊͠ă̵̞͇ͅd̸̙̤͘̕͝y̶̤̭͛͋͐ ̵͔̒f̵̣͉̉̎ó̶̧͖̩͗r̵͉̼͚̿̈͆ ̷̙̲͕͂̚o̵̪̓̋ų̴͋r̶̼̬̍̕͜ ̸̬̪͆d̵͓̑̂ą̷̬̦̀t̷̩̩̪͆͒̾ḛ̵̓ ̶̘͌̌̈ẗ̶͉́̐͋o̸͖̟̼͑n̶̳̍̚ḭ̶̔͊ĝ̸̰̲h̵̺̒̒̕ͅt̷̻̠̬͌͝,̵͇͐̾ ̵͓͌͝D̸̦̦̽̀ạ̶̫͊̀̉r̴̙̈́l̸͕̫̭̓̒ī̷̻n̷̩̂’̴̧̓?̸̠̖̍̀”̸̦̈́̑̕  *

*”Ready for our date tonight, Darlin’?”

[starneko123]

Affectionate Gaze

PLOT: nova must distract shang tsung while liu kang, kitana, kung lao, and jade search for a few items but not really.

"If I'm allowed to be perfectly honest it's not the best idea you've had as of late." Nova resumed tapping her finger claws on the round table in disinterest, only stopping when someone spoke. Kitana scowled at Nova but Sindel put a comforting hand on her shoulder before speaking up, "No it is not the best of ideas but we do not have many suggestions for the situation at hand Novanna." In short, they wanted her to be bait, maybe bait was too harsh of a word they wanted her to be a distraction for the soul-stealing shape-shifting sorcerer they all know and love.

Mileena had volunteered but it would have been too obvious thus making Shang Tsung suspicious the next occupant was Ermac but Shang Tsung would see him as a meal and that would be the end of it. At this point and time, everyone knew about Nova and Shang Tsungʼs relationship which dates back to the tournament. Their marriage, Novaʼs pregnancy, Novaʼs miscarriage — everything.

But if Nova was the distraction posing as someone who means to reconcile it would take up enough time to get what they would be searching for. What are they searching for you might ask? A gemstone. A core gemstone made by Delia that held Edeniaʼs essence. Edeniaʼs Kamidogu was acquired not too long ago and in Rainʼs hand since Kitana had announced that he would be Edeniaʼs Protector.

Kitana has already made promises to her people that Nova knows she won't be able to fulfill them all but that's a discussion for another time. Their current objective was Shang Tsungʼs Island and Deliaʼs gemstone. Nova looked at the people who occupied the round table Baraka appeared motionless, Koʼatal seemed indifferent, Jade and Mileena seemed to agree with Kitana and Sindel, and Erron gave Nova a shrug indicating that he simply didn't care.

"When do we leave and who are we taking with us?" Nova looked at Kitana with disdain and her body language matched. "Liu Kang and Kung Lao will assist us but Jade and Mileena will keep watch." Once again Nova did not like the sound of the plan she never did but what could she do? What could she say?

Since Kitana wanted them to move quickly they moved quickly. Sindel and Mileena would be looking over the Royal Court in Kitana's absence. Nova wore a stone face all morning and spoke to no one unless it pertained to the ‘mission’. Nova had opened a portal outside of the palace and watched with a vexed gaze as Liu Kang and Kung Lao walked through but she offered them a smile and a wave that was also returned she wanted them to be silently aware that whatever anger she may have wasn't towards them but towards the situation at hand. “We should be on our way, Princess Kitana. It may be morning in Outworld but if I'm correct it should be nighttime in Earthrealm.” Nova turned to face Liu Kang and Kung Lao with a raised brow, “Right?” Kung Lao shrugged his shoulders. “Coming through the portal just now the sun was setting. By the time we arrive at the isle, it should be nightfall.” Nova closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“Alright then let's go.”

Yes, it was indeed nighttime when they arrived at the steps of Shang Tsung’s isle and Nova’s legs were trembling from the anxiety of her meek mission and the fact that Kung Lao should never be allowed to operate a boat for the rest of his life if anybody can help it. “Liu Kang unless Raiden or any other deity I can't beat allows him to never let him get behind a ship’s wheel again.” Jade huffed, elbowing Kung Lao as she walked past him, Kung Lao proceeded to shake himself out as if she were a dog, and Kitana snatched off her mask in agitation, “Agreed.” Liu Kang laughed as Kung Lao gave the group one of his dramatic sighs. “How was I supposed to know there was a rock right there?” Nova scoffed and continued up the steps,” By looking in front of you and not attempting to look at someone’s cleavage?” Nova opened the door to the Palace Entrance and looked around trying to get her bearings. There were a few unopened treasure chests and gold coins littered the floor, Nova looked behind her to see a sealed double door and if she was right that was one of the entrances to his throne room. She looked in front of her and saw a slip-through door on her left and a gaping hole that anyone could slip through.

“Alright Kitana and Liu Kang go through that slip door and there should be more chests you can look through but there is also a pathway that leads underground where Shang Tsung held most of his prized artifacts. Jade and Kung Lao the same thing applies but you will have to take that slip out right there. I’m separating you so you can cover more ground and so your energies won’t alert him. If Kitana and Liu Kang end up back here and Jade and Kung Lao aren't here yet you will wait and vice versa.” Kitana opened her mouth but Nova beat her to it. “Do not worry about me. I’ll find my own way out but if either of you find the gemstone, retrieve it and leave quickly.” With that, they rushed away and Nova was left to herself for a few moments and she stood there motionless just swaying left to right and working up the courage to go through those doors and into the courtyard.

As she placed her hands on the doors she took one more breath and pushed the doors open. Nova put her hand on her chest to calm her racing heart.

“Shang!” A moment passed when she called his name as Nova scanned the area she huffed and turned around, “Yes?” Nova yelped and jumped back from hearing the voice she had heard so many times before. She looked at Shang Tsung and the first thing she noticed was that he was younger, he was wearing dark brown pants, a green vest, and a long black trench coat.

It was silent for a few more moments until Shang Tsung spoke up, “You look different. I like it.” Nova licked her lips and straightened herself “You look the same. I like that.” A small smile appeared on her lips and she ran towards him and hugged him. She squeezed him a bit harder when he hugged her back nestling his face into her neck “I've missed you, Shang. I've missed you so much.” Nova pulled back to look at him and he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, “I never doubted your love for me in a way you will always belong to me.” Nova remembered that she was a distraction. Time to be a distraction. What a great time to be a distraction.

Nova narrowed her eyes at Shang Tsung, “Belonged to you? What do you mean I belonged to you?” Nova pulled away but Shang Tsung kept a soft grip on her arms as their smiles started to dial down. "It's not too hard to understand, it's very simple, you belong to me. Nothing has changed, you came back to me did you not?” Nova could feel an eye twitch coming, “Based on rumors and gossip it’s not like you gave the message out yourself when you were restored did you?” Shang Tsung’s smile turned into a sneer, “I never intended for you to come this early but you were never one for patience, everything must happen on your own time?” Nova scoffed and backed away, “Your soul is mine to fault anyway see?” Shang Tsung waved his hand in a circle and presented the very thing in his claw gauntlets that was causing Nova so much trouble. Her soul. She didn't know how it worked that he was holding her soul in his very hands but she was still standing and breathing. A rare being, Shang Tsung will give her that. "I have it so it's mine. You’re mine" He sounded like a child who didn't want to share anything at playtime.

He didn't care. He didn't want her soul. He needed it. Like he needed her. Like he needed her heart to be his again. He knew those godforsaken monks, the princess and her protector were here on his island but he silently applauded her for the little plan he had overheard when they were at the entrance. Because he had his own little plan. If they were both quite long enough they could hear her soul echo something but couldn't make it out into words. "Shang Tsung, would you be so kind as to give me my soul back?" Nova asked with fake kindness she didn't have the time for this nor the patience. "Not in that tone I won't. Where has my kindness ever got me?" Shang Tsung pointed his clawed finger at her and in an instant, she smacked away. "I will make a deal to show you my kindness and generosity! Your soul for a kiss." It wasn't even a question. A statement. A proposal he said. Nova didn't even look disgusted, "That's it?" She had kissed him many times before like it was nothing…but they were married back then and that was before he tried to steal the krown. Before he had done many things.

But after the death of Shao Kahn, their 'marriage' was broken. Nova let out a ghost of a smile and Shang Tsung chuckled "It can be much more if you want it to be of course. Spend the night, have a drink, talk, share my bed."

Always the gentlemen. "I'll take the kiss for now, thank you." She said as he started to walk over to her again. He looked down at her not even meeting her eyes but began to mess with her corset tightening and loosening a few sections and he seemed so focused. Nova was focused enough on him to notice the slight twitch in his muscle and how he flinched as Nova put her hand on his bicep.

Novaʼs face softened, he was still the same in a way.

Sleep-deprived, and paranoid, Nova could even put the word lonely in there. A lonely old man with a young woman. No, she wouldn't throw it in his face today. She let her other hand settle by his neck, "Do you ever think about us?" Nova looked up at Shang Tsung not in a rude or even confused way.

Us. "Many days and nights I do. It can be fixed. We could start over." Nova took pleasure in seeing his face light up slightly and now their foreheads were touching "It'll take time and effort." Shang Tsung cut her off "I know." He hid his face in her neck as he started rambling "I know I know I know I know I know [know I know I know I know I know I know." He wanted her. He needed her so badly. So bad it hurt.

Deeply in love with the person, he had hurt and he regretted it. He had done so many unforgivable and fathomable things to Nova and the ones close to her.

Things that Shao Kahn would praise and others looked down on. He honestly didn't care as much as they didn't trust them. He was surprised she even came to see him. Well...he is holding her soul captive. He is not doing much better. "Shang?" Nova whispered his name and he brought his attention back to her face as Nova brought his face down to hers. Her onyx-covered lips made the desperate connection to his full lips. Shang made any gap or amount of space disappear as he brought her closer. He could do so many things while she was in his courtyard.

Would it be so wrong to take her right here? To make the undying love they used to make? She made it tempting. Shang attempted to push his tongue between her lips and once he did it was a battle, to say the least. She was pushing his tongue away and as a way to tell him that she grabbed a fist full of his hair including some of the tiny braids. He didn't pull back- oh no no that hair pull to him was the encouragement that he wanted she should know by now how he liked a little pain now and then.

Nova put both of her hands on his cheeks and brought him off of her lips, a thin string of saliva connected between the two, "Was that enough?" Nova was lightly panting now and so was Shang Tsung. He brought himself down for another kiss and Nova gladly met him. "Not nearly enough." Nova felt out of her body, every limb was moving on its own and she silently blamed Shang Tsung. But in her peripheral, she could see Kung Lao and Jade crouching, so she slid her hand down from Shang Tsungʼs hair and down his back to point her index finger towards an exit.

Jade and Kung Lao gave a quick nod but Nova cringed at the series of events that unfolded Nova removed her lips from Shangʼs panting once more and they gazed at each other for a moment and a moment was all it took for Kung Lao to get distracted and knock something over and make it crashing onto the floor. Jade grabbed his arm and pulled him into the slip as Shang Tsung turned his head around to see what caused the noise and Nova grabbed his face to turn him back to her and kissed him once more to which he melted into without fail.

Nova knew something had shifted in the air and she took note of Shang loosening her corset ribbons that she was in for an eventful night. Hopefully.

[himbos-hotline]

Sending you love! I miss you friend and I totally understand the struggles of social anxiety and depression it sucks so much but I believe in you and if you ever feel sad I’ll try my best to cheer you up as always

this ask has been my primary like, force to keep existing tbh which feels silly and kinda mean to me. social axiety sucks espexially when it hits with things i enjoy like writing or wrestling but a server I was in kinda made me feel a little like I was put on the stands for things but yeah im okay with it now. Depression is still there, i guess I should mention to my doctor about going back on my meds, thats something I keep putting off...ill ring tomorrow. Thank you for being so sweet my darling gemstone youre such a good person and have such a kind heart, I am so proud of you just for existing...ive missed you too my friend

[ffxivtribehydrae]

The Brothers as Deities

ASSOCIATED WITH: Passages of life

7th - Dusk - Youth or children

Everyone have once been young. Dusk is a protector of children, curiosity and innocence who bring creativity and joy. He watches over the young and makes sure they are never alone nor suffering. His blessing is not limited to children however, he can also be a protective force and bringer of joy for those awaiting a child, wishing for one or seek to protect one.

6th - Auro’usk - Growth or maturity

Just as all are young, all grow up. Auro’usk is a source of direction and aid in self discovery. He brings confidence to the ones who feel insecure and lost about what life brings them but also has a support for those seeking love. His blessing is courage, aiding to find one’s independence and discovering personal strengths.

5th - Tagadus - Death

Eventually all meet an end, though sometimes it is too soon. Tagadus is in no form a protector, but a guiding force to always live to the fullest and take away any fears or anxieties about unexpected ends. His blessing is fearlessness so one may live unhindered, but overusing his blessing might lead to a loss of reason and thus, a too soon end.

4th - Zo’ogai - Conflict

All encounter conflicts, be it deciding between two things one love to putting lives on the line. Zo’ogai’s blessing bring clarity to reasoning and strength to believe that whatever the conflict, one can make it through. He doesn’t prevent the worst possible outcome however, but only aids in one’s mental strength to strive until the best end is met.

3rd - Childé - Peace or belief

Some wish for a simple life. Childé represents traditions and tranquility for those who are content with the life they currently have or wish to gain. He also stand for devotion and praying for his blessing along with any other of the seven deities may strengthen their blessings in order to maintain the peace one seek to have in their life.

2nd - Khu - Change or knowledge

On the contrary, some welcome change. Khu is the most harsh deity of the seven, preaching that change isn’t always an easy path. He inspire motivation to learn and improve through creative ways. Praying for his blessing along any of the other seven deities may give opposite effect to what their blessing include, but in turn grant one greater knowledge, experience and wisdom.

1st - Dubus - Past

From day one, all have a past. Dubus is remembrance and a representation of all that once was, be it happy or sad. His blessing is maintaining one’s precious memory or rid terrible ones. He is also the most unforgiving deity of the seven as overusing his blessing may result in a loss of looking back to all that was good or reliving all that was bad through nightmares.

SACRED PLANTS: 

7th - Dusk - Forget-me-not or small/budding flowers

6th - Auro’usk - Oak or beech trees

5th - Tagadus - Berry or fruit plants

4th - Zo’ogai - Snowdrop or early spring flowers

3rd - Childé - Ivy or leafy evergreen plants

2nd - Khu - Redwood or pine evergreen trees

1st - Dubus - Chrysanthemums or autumn flowers

SACRED STONES/GEMS: 

7th - Dusk - Quartz of various kind

6th - Auro’usk - Common gemstones: moonstone, amethyst, opal, etc

5th - Tagadus - Geodes, unopened or halves

4th - Zo’ogai - Metals: iron, steel, gold, etc

3rd - Childé - Diamonds

2nd - Khu - Precious crystals: emerald, sapphire, ruby, etc

1st - Dubus - Fossiled stone or amber

SACRED ANIMALS: 

7th - Dusk - Any young or baby animals

6th - Auro’usk - Butterflies and metamorphing insects

5th - Tagadus - Dogs and canines

4th - Zo’ogai - Koi fish and dragons

3rd - Childé - Moose and deer animals

2nd - Khu - Squids and octopuses

1st - Dubus - Migratory birds

COLOURS:

7th - Dusk - Pastel shades

6th - Auro’usk - Green shades

5th - Tagadus - Yellow and bright shades

4th - Zo’ogai - White

3rd - Childé - Blue

2nd - Khu - Black

1st - Dubus - Red

FOOD: 

7th - Dusk - Fruits and berries

6th - Auro’usk - Vegetables and herbs

5th - Tagadus - Candies and sweet food

4th - Zo’ogai - Spicy hot food

3rd - Childé - Traditional dishes of the devote

2nd - Khu - Dishes of the sea, crustaceans 

1st - Dubus - Bittersweet food, like dark chocolate

SCENTS:

7th - Dusk - Lavender and flowers

6th - Auro’usk - Sandalwood

5th - Tagadus - Fresh rain

4th - Zo’ogai - Fire smoke

3rd - Childé - Food cooking

2nd - Khu - Artificial scents

1st - Dubus - Salty breeze

ACCEPTED OFFERINGS/WAYS TO HONOUR:

7th - Dusk - Offering toys or a moments silent prayer at any location.

6th - Auro’usk - Offering a spoken prayer at any location.

5th - Tagadus - Carrying a talisman or totem related to him when seeking blessing.

4th - Zo’ogai - Carrying tokens and breaking them upon seeking blessing.

3rd - Childé - Offering money or other thing the devoted worked for and regular prayers by an altar.

2nd - Khu - Carrying a talisman and tokens to be broken upon seeking blessing.

1st - Dubus - Offering a precious item from the devoted. The higher sentimental value, the stronger potency of his blessing.