#just let me get through the five stages and I'll be fine

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

A Pleasant Surprise | Kim Hongjoong 

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Fem!reader 

Request: from anon.  

Summary: Hongjoong's growing family visit him on tour. 

Warnings: Pregnancy. Wooyoung 'kidnapping' their daughter. 

Word Count: 1,003

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“Appa!” Ha-Joon excitedly calls out to her father from her Uncle Yunho's shoulders. The kind-hearted giant gently lifts her off his shoulders and places her on the ground, while Hongjoong turns around upon hearing his daughter's familiar voice. His eyes widen with surprise as she rushes towards him. As soon as she reaches him, he scoops her up in his arms, showering her with hugs and kisses. The three-year-old bursts into giggles.   

"I'll give you some alone time," Yunho says, wanting to give the little family some space.   

"Thank you, Yunho," Y/N expresses her gratitude and walks over to her husband as he leaves to go back to the rest of the guys.  

“Isn’t this a pleasant surprise,” Hongjoong smiles, greeting her with a kiss. “I thought you couldn’t get time off work?”  

“I managed to find someone to cover for me,” she tells him. “I just have to get you all to sign her daughter’s album.” She pats her handbag, letting him know she’s got it with her.  

“We can do that,” he smiles and kisses her once more. "I've missed both of you," he says, playfully tickling their daughter. Ha-Joon lets out loud giggles as she squirms in his arms.  

“We miss-” Y/N's words are abruptly interrupted by Wooyoung’s loud high-pitched voice, echoing through the auditorium as he calls out to their daughter.  

“JJoon-ie! Kim Ha-Joon-ie!”  

Ha-Joon claps her hands in delight, unable to contain her excitement at seeing her favourite uncle. She loves and adores all her uncles and has a very special bond with them, but there is something extra special about her bond with Wooyoung, which earned him the title of godfather much to the others’ dismay.  

“Uncle Youngie!” she shouts back to him as she scrambles out of her father's arms and runs towards her favourite uncle.   

“You couldn’t wait five more minutes?” Hongjoong says, annoyed.  

“I’ll give her back in an hour or two,” he says and walks away. “Say bye to Eomma and Appa!”  

“Bye, Appa, Eomma!” Ha-Joon waves her tiny hand at her parents over Wooyoung’s shoulder as they disappear behind the stage.  

“I should text Seonghwa to make sure they don’t get into too much trouble,” Hongjoong says pulling out his phone and sending a message to right hand man.   

“I’m sure they’ll be fine,” she tries to reassure her husband who did this every time Wooyoung looks after their little girl.   

"You know how mischievous they can be," Hongjoong replies, his worry evident in his voice.   

"I know, but he loves her just as much as we do," she says, trying to ease his concerns. "He always makes sure she's safe and doesn’t get into too much trouble."   

“I should also tell them not to eat too much candy. I don’t want her having a sore stomach like last time,” he adds.   

“Baby,” she says taking his face in her hands and making focus on her and not his phone. “They’ll be fine.”  

Hongjoong nods, reluctantly accepting her reassurance, but he can't help but worry. Being a father has made him more protective than ever.  

“You’re right,” he sighs. “How have you been? Has the sickness eased off yet? Has Eomma been helping?” he questions placing a hand on her lower stomach, feeling the small bump that’s now forming.   

Hongjoong feels bad that he can’t be with her during this time. After almost missing the birth of his daughter he vowed never to miss any of his other children’s births. Her being pregnant at the start of their tour meant he had more of a chance at being home for this one’s birth. But still, it didn’t make him feel any better that he was missing appointments, feeling and watching her bump form and being there for her during this time.   

“It’s eased off a lot. I’m still a little nauseous. Eomma has been wonderful. She’s practically living at our house, helping with the chores, looking after Ha-Joon, making sure we have plenty of food and are eating well,” she assures him. “Your brother has even stopped by a few times to take Ha-Joon to the park.”  

“I hate that I can’t be there,” he says with a mix of emotions.   

"We're managing, don't worry," she attempts to reassure him again.  

"But I do worry," he admits, his voice filled with longing. "I want to be there for every moment. I want to hold your hand during the ultrasounds and see our little moving about,” he continues, taking one of your hands in his. “I want see our child grow inside you and feel him kick for the first time."   

She reaches out and takes his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I know, Hongjoong. I want you there too, but we knew this was a possibility. And it’s okay. You’re doing what you love, and I support you all the way."   

He nods, understanding her words but still feels a pang of guilt. "I just don't want you to feel like you’re alone and like I'm not there for you."   

She smiles softly, eyes filled with nothing but love. “I have never felt that way. And I’m not alone. We have an amazing support system back home and even though we’re not physically together while you’re away, you’ve always been there for me."   

“When you go back home, I want photos and videos every day. I want to see the bump grow, I want to see the ultrasounds and everything I’m missing while I’m not there,” he tells her.  

“I can do that,” she smiles, feeling herself get emotional.   

“Good,” he hugs her and kisses the side of her head. Letting her go, he says, “I think it’s been an hour.”  

Confused, she looked at the time, seeing that only 10 minutes had passed. “It’s only been 10 minutes.”  

“Wooyoung can look after her later,” he says wrapping an arm around her shoulders and leads her out of the auditorium. “Right now, I want to be with both my girls.” '

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[minhosimthings]

Chocolate Sauce

Synopsis: In which you lick Jake's abs and leave a very angry Jake with hickeys on his stomach

Pairings: Bf!idol!Jake × fem!idol!reader

Warnings: smut, 18+ MINORS DNI, fingering, reader licks Jake's abs, oral (f and m), overstimulation, rough sex, mean dom Jake, sub reader, swearing, mention of food, choking, angry sex (meow)

A/N: GUESS WHO DROOLED WHILE WATCHING JAKE DO THE GUILTY CHALLENGE. THIS BITCH RIGHT HERE. So blame Jake not me because bitch had to do that shit on my period. I wanna touch those abs so bad it's actually so bad I hate myself. Anyways, enjoy this shitpost y'all peace.

Sim Jaeyun never failed to amaze you. Even as your boyfriend of three years, about whom you knew probably everything about, he always was succesful in pissing you off, or worse, riling you up. And sometimes when both of the phenomenons happened at the same time, it was a time of bliss for Jake.

"What the fuck Jayeun?" You threw your head back to look at your boyfriend, on whose thigh you were currently sleeping. He looked handsome as ever, hair all messy and fluffy, with the usual grin imprinted on his face. "What happened baby?" He pouted as you got up from his thigh and sat in front of him. "Please tell me I did not just see you acting like a whore on stage right now on my for you page." Jake turned his head sideways, an adorable thing he did when he was confused, and peeked into your phone. A devilish smirk formed on his face as he saw what was causing your current state of distress. "Oh that?" He mused, leaning back against the bedframe, "Yeah I did the Guilty challenge. Pretty good right? You know, Riki was saying my dancing impro-" "I don't give a fuck about the dancing Sim Jayeun." You cut him off, eyes faltering at the way he was looking at you, "I'm talking about the way you literally just showed your abs to every fucking person in that room."

To say that you were jealous was an understatement. Of course Jake had officially taken a pledge that he would never show his abs to anyone except you. And you remembered that the pledge also included not showing it to engenes.

"Aww." Jake cooed, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning into your chest, "Is my girl jealous?" Resisting the urge to kiss his strawberry lips, you decided to pick up your phone and scroll through your reels, completely ignoring your boyfriend.

"Come on baby-" Jake smirked, leaning closer to your face, "-you know you can't resist me for more than five minutes." His last words were finished in almost a rough whisper, which knocked you off your wind. "I'll forgive you if you do one thing for me." You finally responded, sitting up straight and crossing your arms. "Order away, princess." Jake cocked his head to the left, smirk ever omnipresent on his stupidly handsome face.

"Let me lick your abs."

You didn't know whether it was out of pure shock, or pure embarrassment that Jake choked on air, but he did and accidentally smacked you in the head. "Jake!" You rubbed the back of your head with your hand. "You wanna do what now?" He spoke in a unusually grave voice, looking at you with bedroom eyes.

"Sim Jayeun I think I said it clear enough." You scoffed, "I want to lick your abs. If you don't wanna do it, that's fine I guess." You shrugged your shoulders and leaned back against the bedframe, getting back to your phone. "Alright then." Jake got up swiftly from the bed, and moved out of the room, walking a pace faster than usual. You tried not to think much about it, as you scrolled through the reels again, your fingers distracting you from wherever Jake was, until you heard the sound of your fridge bang close.

"Jake what are you doing?" You quizzed as Jake walked in, a bottle held tightly in his hands. He plummeted down next to you on the bed, and leaned in, giving you a tiny peck on the cheek. "Here." He nudged the bottle into your hand, forcing you to drop your phone into your lap, which he immediately took and hid in the bedside drawer. "Jaeyun!" You reached for your phone, trying to climb over him, "Give me my phone back." "Not until you read the label of that bottle baby."

You rolled your eyes and took the bottle in your eyes, peering to read the lable written in big glittery letters. "Chocolate Sauce?" You sniggered, "What the fuck do you want me to do with it?"

"Well I figured-" Jake popped open the cap of the bottle, "-since it's not pancake season and you don't use it for anything, why don't you lick it off of my abs?"

Your eyes widened at Jake, as he leaned back further, slowly unbuttoning his white shirt. For perhaps the first time in the entire evening, you noticed how truly scrumptious Jake looked in messy hair. "Jak-" "oh come on princess." Jake leaned closer to your ear, "I know you want to do it so bad like the slut you are."

His rough voice made your legs shiver. Jake had unbuttoned his shirt already, giving you a full display of his carved chest and abs. You held out a hand to stroke it, but Jake was quick to grab it with his. "Not until you lick them baby." He let go of your hand, "Are you scared princess?"

You meekly shook your head, and removed your shirt faster than Jake could blink an eyes. He slid a hand behind to your back, fingers searching to unclasp your bra. "Or should we leave it on?" Jake removed his hand from scratching your upper back, "I wanna see those nice tits bounce around in that cute little fabric which isn't hiding shit by the way." He leaned over to kiss your cheek again, "You could have asked for something new you know. Would have loved to buy you something in pink."

You took the open Hershey's bottle in your hand, and took a deep breath before turning it upside down and letting the gooey liquid come out, drizzling over Jake's abs. Jake let out a wince as it touched his skin, probably from the cold temp of the sauce. Anything for his princess though, he thought, enduring the cold grip.

"It doesn't hurt does it?" You spoke, uncertainty grazing your tone, "Maybe I should get-" "shh princess." Jake cooed at you, lifting a hand to stroke your cheek with his thumb, "Just lick them nothing hurts." His strict tone made you falter again, as you licked your lips, leaning over his body as he settled himself in the bed.

You moved towards his abs, taking in how beautiful they looked under the brown sauce. Lowering your tongue to them, you glanced up at Jake. His eyes were closed, and his eyelids were barely moving. As dead as a fish, you thought.

"Ooh princess-" Jake let out a moan, as your tongue touched his abs. You didn't know if it was the fact that the it was probably expired, or the fact that you were licking it off of Jake's belly, but man did the sauce taste good. You really didn't have a taste for sweet things, preferring your coffee bitter and your waffles without honey. But oh god, did sugar taste good when you were licking it off of Jake's belly, your tongue dying to have a taste of his cock.

"Mm-babe-ah fuck." Jake moaned, his voice grasping for more as he traced your hair with his fingers, unconsciously gripping them harder. Your tongue moved swiftly across the board of Jake's tummy, your fingers digging into the sides of his abdomen, desperately searching for more. You could feel the bulge in Jake's pants, rubbing against your belly as you leaned further in, mouth almost begging to have a taste of your favourite poison A thin line of sweat decorated your brow, as you closed your eyes, sinking into Jake's muttered words. "Mine. All mine." He mumbled in between sweet moans. Drunk on the feathery touch of your tongue on his skin, as it moved slowly, licking up all the sticky sweet substance, he didn't even notice that he was pressing your head further and further down. "J-Jake." "Shut up and go suck my cock right now." He commanded, making you whimper as you wiped off the chocolate from your mouth. You had never seen Jake like this before, eyes akin to a wolf filled with desperate hunger.

You quickly unbuttoned Jake's pants, hands fumbling as you did, while he looked on at your figure, all trembling. He loved seeing you like this, like a lamb going off to the slaughter house. It heightened his ego greatly, seeing his princess be so obedient towards him.

You pull his jeans down and mouth at his clothed dick. You began to suck the tip and run your tongue over the slit. You loved the taste of him in your mouth. He was heavy and warm. "Fuck your mouth feels so good." Jake moaned out, his hand resting on the top of your head. You take more into your mouth and you deep throat him. He touched the back of your throat before you looked at him to start fucking your face. He pulls out before slamming back in. He does this a few times as you sputter around him. You weren't expecting him to be so hard to take as he fucked your throat. He moved against your mouth as you sucked him for everything he had. You wanted him to cum in your mouth. He pressed deeper in your throat as you gripped his thighs in hopes of him letting up.

"Fucking hell, you are such a slut." Jake chuckles as he pulls out, to see your mouth coated in his cum. "Just for you." You pant, wiping your mouth with the towel Jake handed you. "Hmm" Jake groaned, moving slightly to make space for you to rest in his arms. "...'m love you princess." He mumbled as you drifted off into sleep.

"L/N Y/N you are in big trouble." Jake's puppy eyes appeared on the screen of your phone, as you picked up the call. "You know usually people greet their partners with a 'hey babe' or a 'i love you till death'." You giggled, moving on with your laundry. Thank god it was the holidays and your members weren't there to annoy you about Jake, you thought as you slammed the washing machine door close and returned to your boyfriend's angry face. "Y/N I swear to God-" Jake sighed, plopping into a chair, "Do you know how much my stylist scolded me today? And do you wanna know the reason why?" Although you already knew what was going to come out of Jake's mouth, you decided to play innocent, wanting to make him more angry. You did always love when he was angry.

"Why baby?" You pouted, widening your eyes and setting your phone down on the table, at a mischievous angle. "You know why princess." Jake's angry tone came through again, "For all the marks you left on my stomach yesterday? They wanted to put me in a crop top today like all the members but instead, because of you, I had to stay in a fucking jacket." "Hmm" you shrugged your shoulders, "sad." You spoke, before cutting the call abruptly. You giggled in response to nobody's joke as you hopped off of the kitchen counter and opened up the fridge to find something to eat, waiting eagerly for Jake to get back home.

Anger was an emotion which was a rarity for Jake. Even when he did get angry, it would usually be playful anger, with Niki or Jay. But somehow you managed to piss him off to his guts, and as he rode in the car, with Sunghoon side eyeing his furrowed face, he thought of all the ways he could punish you as soon as he got home and layed his hands on your body.

"Ah fuck it." You curse as you burn your toast, having left it on the stove for too long. You had wasted a lot of time admiring yourself in front of the mirror, tracing your eyes over the pretty bra you wore, one of Jake's favourites. And now, as you silently waited for your boyfriend to come home, fumbling with the straps of your bra, you wondered what he was going to do to you.

The keyhole clicked twice at the sound of a key being pushed in. You barely had time to get any words out of your mouth as Jake can stomping in, a dark expression clouding his face. There was little time to brace yourself for Jake's next move. You're pressed against the wall before you can protest, although you wouldn’t dare object to this.

“You love when I make you feel good, don’t you baby? Who’s my good girl?” And that’s what did it for you, your eyes rolled back and you tightened around his fingers, but Jake wasn’t taking just that response this evening. He put his fingers in your mouth, and he asked again with raised eyebrows, “What was that? Who’s my good girl?” His fingers lingered down to your throat, applying just enough pressure so that you could still talk. “Yours, only yours” you replied. He nibbled your ear, smirk still prevalent on his face. He whispered in your ear once more,

Jake grips the backs of your thighs and lifts you up, wedging your hips with his own, keeping you steady. A new hardness presses against your core as he juts his hips into you, pure instinct taking over his movements. His cock twitches in his jeans - he needs to watch his cock sink into you, to watch your face contort in bliss when he bottoms out in your pussy. The friction on your swelling clit was rough and warm, with Jake's cock perfectly nestled atop your drenched slit. Each rough push shot pleasure through your core, but it wasn’t enough for your aching cunt.

He moves the two of you to the couch and putting you on your hands and knees before pulling your pants down. He played with your thong before pulling them off too. His tongue goes straight into your little hole which causes you to scream. He tongue fucks you for a little bit before moving up to your clit. He sucks it into his mouth which has you pushing back on his mouth. Jake continues until you are almost there but he stops.

"No-Jake." You whine, jutting out your bottom lip. "You don't get to fucking cum until I say so, got it?" Jake growls, making you whimper and sink into the couch.

He presses his cock to your hole and presses inside. The stretch felt like it would never end. As he pressed in, you felt full already and he was not even half way in. You moan as Jake whispers about you being his whore and that he isn't going to let you go. He keeps fucking up into you with fever and the only thing you could do was to take it. You had no choice with how good he was fucking you.

"Oh, fuck yes," he groaned, totally entranced by the way your pussy warped with his size, swallowing his cock into your soft walls. He bucked his hips on instinct and struck you deeper. You cried softly against your hand, trying to quiet yourself when the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix.

With another set of thrusts you became undone around him, clenching down onto Jake's cock, letting out a high-pitched moan as your orgasm flowed through you. Jake hissed through his teeth at the warm, fluttering sensation, satisfied at your soft moans falling out of your slacked mouth.

"Attagirl, just keep goin'," Jake said sweetly, pulling and pushing your hips in the same rhythm as before. The overstimulation took you over and left you whimpering, sending soft pleas of slow down, it's too much, to your boyfriend.

Your sweet pussy clenched around him and he rubbed your clit as he bounced you up and down on his dick. You got closer and closer before you climaxed. It felt as if you were drowning. You could only scream as Sam doubled his efforts and you orgasmed again. "Jake please-I"

"One more princess, just one more," he says before thrusting harder. He thrusts one last time before spilling into you. His orgasm triggered yours and you squirted a lot onto his lap. He looked down and smiled at his achievement.

"You look so fucking hot right now," He said as he kissed your neck again. "Jake, I don't think I can go another round." "Don't worry sweetheart, I know you can." He said before circling your clit.

You arch your back as his fingers slip inside of you, along side his dick. He pulled out but left his fingers in. He played with the cum inside as he fucked you with his fingers. He wanted you to cum one last time. It didn't take long before you did and almost fainted in his arms.

Jake swooped you up carefully in his arms, and carried you to the bedroom, where he cleaned you up with a towel, before settling in beside you. You crawled upto him, wrapping your arms around his waist, stroking his abs, as you listened to his heartbeat.

"I'm sorry about the hickeys." You mumbled into his chest, too ashamed to show your face. Jake smiled warmly and stroked your hair, a complete contrast to what he was minutes ago. "it's alright." He kissed the top of your forehead, "Let's not pretend like I never gave you hickeys right before your Inkigayo stages." You chuckled weakly to his words, and buried yourself under the blankets, with the taste of chocolate forever lingering in your mouth.

[harrysfolklore]

times you were at wembley with harry - blurb

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2011 - take that concert

The last year was a roller coaster of emotions for Harry, in the span of a few months, he became a worldwide musical sensation alongside with the four boys that he now gets to call his best friends.

Of course, he was over the moon about his new life and how his dream was coming true, but the most special thing about the last year was that that he now gets to call his high school crush his girlfriend, and he couldn't be happy about it .

"I can't believe we get free tickets to concerts because we're in a band! This is amazing!" A cheerful Niall spoke, the band was currently at Wembley Stadium where the British legendary band 'Take That' was performing for the night.

"I know dude, and we can bring anyone we want too, this is the dream," Harry joined in, turning to look at his girlfriend who was seated next to him "Are you good? Do you want anything to drink?" he asked her, with small smile on his face.

"I'm okay, these seats are great," YN replied, the boys too indulged in their own conversation no longer paying attention to them, "Thank yo for inviting me."

"No need to thank me, love. I love spending time with you," Harry said making his girlfriend's cheeks instantly blush, "This place is madness, I hope we get to play here sometime."

"You will, Harry. And I'll make sure to be by your side when that happens, even if you don't want me anymore."

"Don't say that, you know I'll always want you around." Harry said with a serious face, and YN was about to reply before she interrupted by Louis' voice.

"Lovebirds! The show is about to start!"

"Okay, okay. Let me take a picture of you guys before the lights go out." YN said standing up and grabbing her phone to capture the moment.

The five boys smiled for her, excited grins on their faces and the same thought in their minds: how amazing it would be to play a show in Wembley Stadium

2014 - one direction's where we are tour

"I can't believe we're playing here tonight," Harry said as he took a look at the massive stadium, standing beside his girlfriend as they roamed around the area that soon would be filled with fans, "I just, can't wrap my head around the fact that we actually did it, three sold out shows here, I'm blown away."

YN smiled tenderly before speaking, taking in her boyfriend's excitement, "I'm so proud of you, baby. You and the boys deserve this so much."

"That's the best part of it all, that I'm doing it with the lads," Harry matched his girlfriend's smile, "You know, if I ever get to do my own thing I know for a fact that I won't be able to match everything we're achieving, but I'm okay with it. My dreams are coming true right now and that's all that matters."

YN knew that this was a constant thought on his mind and doubt whispered in his ear telling him that if he ever got to launch his solo career, he would never measure up and never reach the same heights as his band is doing.

"Hey, love," YN called for him, making him lock his eyes with her, "Everything's going to be fine, you will deliver an amazing show tonight and the following nights. And when the time is right, you'll be back here with your own music, I have no doubt in my mind that you were born to perform in stages like this one."

Harry smiled fondly taking in his girlfriend's words, "I love you, you know?" he grabbed her face before continuing, "Your constant support is what pushes me to do all of this, it means nothing without you."

YN leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "I'll always be here, supporting you through it all," she whispered, "Doesn't matter if you perform for 60,000 people or 6, I'm going to be proud of you no matter what."

And as Harry stood in the middle of the stadium with his girlfriend wrapped around his arms, eager to perform alongside with his best friends; he thought his life couldn't get any better , and no matter what happened in the future, he was going to cherish that moment for the rest of his life.

2022 - love on tour: harry's first solo show

"How do you feel, mate?" Jeff asked Harry as they stood together on the wings of the stage, Mitski was just done with her set and Harry was already on his outfit for the show, minutes away from hitting the stage.

"It's a weird feeling somehow," Harry turned his gaze to his manager and best friend, "I never thought I was going to ever be able to fill this place on my own, you know?"

"And here we are, two sold out shows!" Jeff threw his fist in the air as a sign of celebration and both of them laughed, side hugging as they kept admiring the crowd.

"Are you guys having a sappy sentimental moment without me?" they tuned their heads towards the voice called for them, that belonged to Harry's wife.

"I was just about to leave, actually, I have to check everything's running smoothly before this one hits the stage," Jeff ruffled Harry's hair for a moment, "You lovebirds enjoy your pre-concert shag, see you out there!"

YN and Harry both rolled their eyes and shook their heads, all the times they got caught doing their shenanigans before the shows resulting in a constant teasing from their friends.

"So, how do you feel, rockstar?" YN asked, getting closer to him and wrapping his arms around his waist.

"You know, Jeff just asked the same thing."

"Okay, no talking, straight to the pre-concert shag I guess!"

Harry laughed, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, looking out at the crowd together.

"I feel great," Harry said, turning his face to the side to locke his eyes with hers, "Being here again and having you by my side as my wife now is something that I thought would only happen in my dreams, so I feel great my dreams came true again."

"This is a time where I actually feel good saying that I told you so," YN smiled softly, "I always knew that you were going to be selling out this places on your own, baby. And I'm so proud of you."

"I know," Harry pecked her lips for a moment, "And that's the reason why I'm here, because you had never allowed me to doubt myself."

"You're here because you've earned it by working hard and pouring your heart out in everything that you do, there's no one who deserves this as much as you do."

Harry's eyes got watery at her words, and he grabbed her face to connect their lips, expressing everything he felt at the moment with a kiss.

"10 minutes till show time!" One of the crew members announced, making them break apart.

"Go sing about fruit and joke about dads, rockstar. I love you."

"Love you more, wifey."

And with a final kiss to his wife's lips he was off to perform, ready to charm a crowd of 80,000 people on his own, something that he never though he would achieve.

2023 - four sold out shows

gif by @londonharry

“And here we go again.” You whispered to yourself as you watched Harry hit the first note of Daydreaming.

You were on the VIP box of Wembley Stadium, accompanied by family and friends that came together to see Harry perform. The room filled with love, pride and joy.

“Honey, I’m home!” Harry said into the mic, making the entire crowd of 80k people scream, and you couldn’t help but turn your head to Anne standing beside you.

“He’s always so happy when he’s here,” she said, her eyes not leaving her boy who was performing on stage, “I’ve watched him perform countless of times and I still get overwhelmed with so much pride.”

You both smiled tenderly, sharing the same feeling. As the concert went by, you danced along to the music, traded friendship bracelets with Harry’s fans that approached you and took a few snaps with your film camera to capture the moment forever.

But now, you absolute favorite of every Harry concert approached, the time to listen to him sing the song that started it all: Sign of the Times.

“It’s not lost on me how insane it is to be playing 4 nights here this week, thank you so much. It’s very, very special to me,” Harry begun with his speech before the song, making everyone in the audience grow emotional, “My family is here tonight, my friends are here, my gorgeous wife is here, and a countless list of people who have supported me right from the very beginning.”

You put your hand on your chest, feeling tears gather up in your eyes and feeling how Anne side-hugged you, caressing your arm.

“These shows get a little bit scary for me because, they get so built up, and it’s a slow build, that feels like. I know what it means to be here tonight and it’s a bit scary because it makes it feel it’s a show all unto itself”

“He’s still feels like he’s not going to live up to it,” Anne whispered, making you look at her, “But remember how he thought he was never going to play here on his own? And now we’re here for four nights.”

“And now we’re here for four nights.” you repeated her words, smiling to yourself and admiring your husband on stage.

The song finally started and the tears naturally rolled down your cheeks, your body filled with pride and adoration for the man you’ve loved for over 13 years. As you watched the fireworks go off as he hit the final notes, you thanked life for allowing you to stick with him through it all.

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[dduane]

From the Writing Advice dep't: A complicated ask, a serial answer (part 1)

Every now and then I get an ask in the box that's complex enough that it has to be taken apart and answered in pieces. Also, sometimes I get queries in that are painful enough (in varying ways) that I elect not to attribute them when answering. This one is both.

I read the ask (and reread it, and rereread it, four or five or six times after it came in, and a bunch more times while I was on my back this week being sick), and gradually came to realize that for it to be properly handled I had no choice but to break it into pieces for best management.

There are three main strands to the issues this ask brings up: motivation, growth as a writer, and coping with or succeeding despite the current state of the publishing industry.

So let's dig in. Here's the first part of the ask:

I know there's no One True Path, but I'm struggling with this, and I'm sure others are too, so I'll just ask it. I want to make a career out of writing, but with shrinking attention spans and so much content to mindlessly consume, how do you keep the motivation to write? My friends get mad at me for getting discouraged when not even they read my writing. They get mad and say, "write for yourself, not for the validation!"

Welp. (sigh)

First of all, I think your friends are absolutely right. But we'll come back to that.

You have to understand that as far as the Search for Motivation goes, I'm probably Spiders DD, the outlier who seriously should not have been counted. I have been motivated to write stuff pretty much nonstop since I was eight, and did my first novel in crayon in a school notebook. (It was one of the thick notebooks. The ones with the black and white marbled covers. Most of you who come of US schools know the kind.)

So I'm really the wrong person to be asking about this, especially since it's now nearly the Year of our (Wood!) Dragon 4722, which would make me nearly, uh, six Years of the Dragon old. And being of such age, and a career midlist genre writer, I have the same source of motivation as the vast majority of my similarly-aged colleagues: the need to write or starve. (There's an Irish saying perfectly descriptive of my situation: "Too old to dig ditches and too scared to rob banks." That's my situation exactly. There's nothing left for me to do but to write.) :)

...Anyway, it's kind of amazing how that kind of motivation'll focus your intention, and help you keep it in place, once you're been working with it for a while.

At the beginning of a career, though, things can look a lot different as you start getting a handle on exactly what it is you like to write and why you like writing it. And having another job to keep you afloat while you find your way is seriously a very good idea if you can manage it.

It sounds very much to me as if you're still in the early "finding your way" stages. This is a place that a lot of writers pass through, so don't be concerned. It's rare for sudden perfect motivation-to-write to crystallize out of nothing. And never forget, the word itself is based on old Latin roots for movement, and provokes the question, "Yeah, okay, but which way?" Movement without intended direction tends to turn into a lot of unfocused flailing, which looks good on Kermit, but not so much on the rest of us.

(inserting a cut here, because honestly, this is gonna go on a bit)

So you need to sit down and start asking questions—and answering them—so you can draw some kind of map. "I want to make a career out of writing"? Fine. What kind of writing? Fiction? Nonfiction? If fiction, what kind? What do you like to read? Why? Is that something you'd like to write? Why? Why not? If there's something else you'd rather be writing—what else? And why?

The more you ask the questions and answer them—"Keep asking the next question," Ted Sturgeon never used to stop saying—and the further along your investigations get, the more likely you are (as you get close to the answers that matter) to start getting the itch to write something, something in particular. This process may take a while, and the itch may take a good while to manifest. Don't be alarmed by that. The old saying is that the fire from Heaven won't descend until you've built the altar for it. And it may take a while piling the rocks up into the right shape. Don't hurry. If this is something you intend to spend a lifetime on, make sure the foundations are sound. The time taken will be worth it.

And BTW, do you intend that kind of length of commitment? If you're not sure, that's fine. But there's no one else to ask at this point who can give you meaningful answers. This is the time to get into it. Work out what "having a career in writing" looks like for you. Then start investigating to see whether your conception has any foundation in reality as a kind of lifestyle you actually have decent odds on achieving. (Again, I'm an outlier here. I'd been writing for pleasure for a long time before I had the good fortune to befriend an actual career writer, examine his habits [and those of other writers in the LA area] at close range, and realize that this line-of-work choice was actually something that could be successfully pulled off by mere mortals.) After investigation, this is a call that only you can make.

But anyway. Once you've started experiencing the kind of motivation that comes of increased certainty about what you want to do and why, you'll find you're way less concerned about sourcing or supporting it externally. It tends to fuel itself. (As once it does descend, the fire from Heaven is tenacious stuff: more Greek than otherwise.)

But also: trying to designate outsourced exterior stimulants for motivation is a bad idea. The reason's simple: one day you'll need them and they won't be there. Conditions will have changed, or the outside-of-you sources into the hands of which you've resigned your motivational agency may not be available for one reason or another, temporarily or permanently... and then where are you? The concept's a nonstarter. If your motivation's acting up, you need to be looking inward, not outward, for ways to kickstart it. This is one of the most personal parts of the writing process. You need to own it.

(And yeah, even career writers' motivation slips sometimes: annoying career things happen, cyclic lows cut in at a bad time, you name it. Most of us work out ways to jar the motivation back into correct operation when it acts up. But for such corrections to work you must first know what it's like to generate or mine yours yourself... and you're still working on that. The methods you find to generate motivation toward doing the Work will also assist you in diagnosing it when it goes south, and putting it right again.)

Also: (sighing) Please let your friends off the hook as regards reading your material, and feedback. Your motivation to write should not be dependent on their feedback, and it's not a good idea to try to make friends feel responsible for keeping you on the creative track. Chief among reasons for this: they may not feel themselves up to the task of giving you the writing support you're apparently asking them for—possibly because they simply don't feel competent to. (This is where we could get into how I had to stop @petermorwood from rewriting his third novel for the third time due to conflicting notes from friends... but let's leave that for later.) At best you're possibly making your friends deeply uncomfortable. At worst, the pressure may damage the friendships.

Tl:dr; our friends may love us dearly, but that doesn't make them competent editors. If you're online, so are many writers' groups who'll welcome a new member who needs advice. Wait till you've got more data and clarity on your motivational issues, and then start shopping around for assistance that seems friendly and trustworthy.

And finally (for the moment), about other people's attention spans:

It'd be good if you can start training yourself away from the habit of worrying about those. For one thing, there's absolutely nothing you can do about them. You might as well worry about the 11-year sunspot cycle. The attention-span issue is just one more distraction from things you should usefully be thinking about. But also: A lot of what we hear about that situation strikes me as fearmongering (as, IIRC, it was supposed to cause the downfall of western civilization around the time I started writing for Scooby-Doo).

If you look around, you'll see that loads of people are willing to spend HUGE amounts of their attention on stuff they love. (I mean, have you been on AO3 lately? And we're just talking about free stuff, there. Lots of other people will do the same for traditionally published work, given the chance and the money.) Your job is to get on with writing, start putting what you're doing out there where people will have a chance to fall in love with it, and then deal with the consequences.

More of this next time. (And please bear with me, as I'm still not up to best operating speed after the last week's illness. I'll get to everything else you sent me, I promise.)

HTH!

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Round 2 Group A Match 1

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Thom Yorke:

"what other musician has a five minute compilation of his moans on stage ? yeah? no one? i thought so. vote thom yorke for my well being"

"He wrote all I need. (sexiest song ever written)"

"He made out with BOTH of the Greenwood brothers (damn)"

"Three Radiohead albums are on the top 10 highest rated album of all time, therefore his cock is massive"

"Vote him please or I will cry - microwave anon"

"I actually do have a locket with his face in it. I wear it everywhere 🙂"

"He was too hot in his Pablo Honey era cant change my mind🗣️🗣️🗣️"

"I just love him so much. He's such a cutie I want to put him in my pocket and take him with me everywhere :)"

"He wrote Spectre (sexy)"

"https://youtu.be/0YuENQZTV0k?si=EM9dx5Ye0bX6Xa4a"

"He would never evade his taxes like SHAKIRA DID."

"I want to meet thom yorke in a a record store where our eyes meet for a split second and we each notice what section the other is looking through and although neither of us is brave enough to start a conversation with the other we go home and fall asleep dreaming of what might have happened if we had gotten up the courage to talk to that cute person in the store and get to know them. I need him so bad it’s appalling"

"He's really cool!! He has had great character development over the years too if you're into that sort of thing. He has a really beautiful soul"

"gotta support grampa"

"hws so fine i want to turn him into a keychain so i can dangle him from my purse & jingle him whenever km bored… i will breath on him until it fogs all over then wipe him with a cloth to keep him clean Like a pair of glasses"

"If he wins I will create the most beautiful victory art you could ever imagine. (My 6th grade graphic design class will finally come in handy)"

"he's got that disease steez hes a flotsam fairy, you can sling him around like those stretchy hands you get in the quarter machine, he'll get mad for a minute but its fine"

"https://pin.it/1v99xvI"

"https://pin.it/4nvY08s"

"Has the voice of an angel"

"I had a dream once that I saw him and Jonny Greenwood walking down the street. I walked up to them and told them how much Radiohead meant to me and asked Thom if he could sign my Pablo Honey CD I had on me for some reason and he pushed me into open traffic and I got hit by a car and died. Jonny laughed. 10/10 dream got killed by Thom Yorke"

"He made Let Down in 1997. Shakira could never"

Shakira:

"ITS SHAKIRA SHAKIRA. le lo lo le lo le??? guys come on. do u even care about latinas."

"Shakira is genuinely hotter than most people on earth, so."

"No one else sounds like Shakira. No one else moves like Shakira. (Whether you think that's a compliment or not is up to you.)"

""is anyone even voting for Shakira" ME. I AM."

"She gives me huge Stacy's mom vibe. Like I'd come over to my friend's house not to hang out with them but to talk to their mom about how her divorce makes her feel and so I volunteer to help around the house or anything she needs. I'll take the task of cleaning out the attic with the black widows I'll mow the lawn on a hot summer day so she can offer me a cold drink for my hard work. Sorry I got lost in thought but she was part of my lesbian awakening and I will not take any Shakira slander"

"Shakira literally made me a lesbian <3"

[sunflowerskies00]

bet my heart, part 7

bees are gonna make wild honey

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"You're distracted," Jake informs me as the band stops. I knew it. He knew it. We all knew I was distracted. This sound check was going to shit, and we all knew it.

"Thank you for that captain obvious," I roll my eyes at him.

"We can take a break," Damien offers. I shake my head, we couldn't. We needed to get the sound check done, and I needed to know that my show tonight wasn't going to be an absolute shit show. I didn't have high hopes for either one of those things to be successful.

"Let's just run it one more time," I say.

"Sage," Jake says. I glance over towards him, and he has an all-knowing look on his face.

"Okay, five minutes," I agree. I put my mic down and I'm off the stage in a matter of seconds. I hear footsteps behind me and I assume it's Jake. He's in front of me before I realize it, and he comes to a stop so I can't keep going.

"What's going on with you? Is it Quinn?" He asks. I raise an eyebrow, he knew it was Quinn, he just wanted me to give him the confirmation of his assumptions. "Fine, I know it's Quinn, what's going on?" He asks.

"I don't know," I answer honestly. He raises an eyebrow at me this time, waiting for me to elaborate. "I don't know what's going on between us, we have a lot to talk about and I have to wait for him to get here in a couple of days," I explain.

"Oh, so you two are finally going to admit you're in love with each other?" He asks. Apparently, I must have some weird look on my face because his next words are, "Don't look at me like that, we all know you're in love with him, and he's in love with you, the only two people who don't realize it are you and Quinn, it's sad really." My mouth opens, but I don't say anything just stare at him. "Just take five, breathe, do what you need to do, but just know that everyone knows that man is in love with you it's sad," That's all he says before leaving and I'm assuming going back to the stage. I spend the next five minutes with my back pressed against a wall, eyes closed, and trying to get my shit together so I can make it through this sound check and concert.

My mind is still racing when I walk back onto the stage and pick up my microphone.

"You good?" Damien asks. I nod my head, even if I wasn't, I could fake it.

"Can we switch it up for sound check guys?" I ask them.

"What song?" Jake asks.

"Let's do an old one, one that I gave to someone else, Friends Don't," I suggest. I had written the song a couple of years ago, and it didn't fit the vibe I had going on in my music so it got sold to another artist, however, the song was about my not-so-friend-like relationship with Quinton.

Miraculously I make it through our soundcheck song, shocking for everyone. What's even more shocking is when I leave the stage, Quinn is standing there, staring at me. He wasn't supposed to get in until late tonight, so I'm confused as to why I'm looking at him right now.

"I thought you're plane landed at like midnight? I ask him. That's what leaves my mouth instead of hi.

"It was supposed to, but I was going insane so I rearranged my schedule, and here I am," He lifts a shoulder, it's a half-shrug. He was here, we could talk, I needed this conversation to happen. I take a step closer to him and then Lucy appears out of nowhere.

"Hair, makeup, clothes," she says. I glance at Quinn, I'm sure the desperation for this conversation is showing in my eyes.

"Go, do your job, I'll be here whenever you're done," he says, a small smile on his face. I force a nod and follow Lucy down the hall, tossing one last glance back at Quinn.

[kissingkiszka]

The Sweet Symphony - Chapter Five: Pool Table Trouble

Jake Kiszka X Reader series

Words: 4.5k+ (they’re gradually getting longer)

Summary: After attending the Starcatcher album release party, you and Jake feel a certain kind of tension lingering in the air, one that grows deeper over a game of pool.

CW: MDNI, 18+, SMUT, p in v, sexual tension, drinking, cursing, jealousy, fighting, playing pool, suggestive touching, flirting, teasing, use of pet names, praise k!nk, hickeys, degradation k!nk, finger!ng, fem receiving oral, fluff, i think that’s it?

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I honestly think this might be one of my fav chapters! Enjoy :)

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Jake’s POV

I had been at the venue for a few hours now, impatiently waiting for y/n to show up. I couldn't wait to see her. I had been thinking about her ever since our breakfast the other day. The event started 30 minutes ago, and people were still piling in. I had already hung out with a few fans, but nothing major had happened yet. And that's when it felt like time had stopped. There she was. It was just me and her. I needed to show her a good time tonight, to show her I'm in this for real. I'm truly into her. She looked so beautiful. She was wearing thigh high black boots, a black faux leather miniskirt, and a black lacy bra top. God, I just wanted to take that top off of her. She looked so breathtaking with it on, but I know it would look even better on my bedroom floor.

Y/N's POV

You notice Jake across the bar. His wandering eyes are accompanied by a large smirk. He's wearing black dress pants and only the last three buttons were buttoned up on his dark blue dress shirt. Three necklaces hung from his neck, decorating his open chest.

"It's nice to see you y/n, you look...so gorgeous."

"You look pretty fine yourself, Kiszka," you slightly readjust his chains, goosebumps forming from your touch on his chest.

A smile begins to grow on his face.

You see his eyes trail down your body, stopping near your chest and traveling back up meeting you at your eyes.

"Would you care for a drink? it's on me." Jake asked.

"Of course."

You walk over to the bar, Jake leading you there. You felt eyes all over you. We're you that big of a deal? You really never had this much attention before. You stand at the bar, waiting for someone to take your order. As you're about to speak, you are cut off by the man next to you.

"She'll have an old fashioned."

You were shocked at his memory from the other night, but your mind got the best of you. The bartender walked away and he turned to you with an impressive look on his face, almost like he was waiting for some praise on what he just did.

"I actually wanted a lemon drop martini."

A look of worry came over his face until he heard a chuckle escape your lips.

"I'm just joking Jake, lighten up."

He snapped back to his regular demeanor, and you notice he couldn't take his eyes off of you. You continue to take a look at him and your eyes are stopped by his waist. You see an outline of his growing hardness through his pants.

"My eyes are up here, y/n"

"So are mine, Jake." You mocked back to him.

Just then, a man who looked similar to Jake grabbed his shoulder and yanked him up towards the stage. He gives you a small wave as he follows behind his brother.

In the distance, he mouths to you "I'll be right back." And he disappeared from your view.

A few moments later, the lights went dark. Fans gathered around the small stage. When the lights turned back on, the 4 boys were standing there. The crowd cheered, and Jake gave you a subtle wink.

As you see Jake up on the stage, you can't help but let your mind wander. The opened button down shirt revealing his smooth chest made you want to know what your skin would feel like pressed against his.

The boys begin to talk and introduce themselves.

the man who previously dragged Jake up on stage grabs the mic first. "WHO'S READY TO HAVE A GOOD NIGHT?"

You remember hearing that he had a twin brother, but you couldn't remember if it was him or the other long haired boy beside him.

He handed the mic to Danny. You had recognized him from the FaceTime call the other night. "We worked so hard on this album and we hope you all enjoy it as much as we do."

"We're so glad you guys get to be the first to hear it! Let's get this show on the road!" The other sibling with long hair leaned on and spoke on the microphone. He clapped his hands together and the music began to play. They all looked so similar despite only three of them being related.

As the music began the boys dispersed back into the crowd, and Jake met back up with you.

"You aren't much of a talker." You welcomed Jake back over.

He lets out a little laugh, sitting down at the bar. You join him, sitting on the barstool next to him.

"I've never really gone out of my way to be the front man, my brother usually does that for me."

"Well, I still think you should speak up more, you have a very attractive voice, Jake." You take another sip of your drink and notice a smirk appear across his face.

"You have a very attractive voice too, y/n." He reaches over, moving a strand of hair from your face. He admires you for a moment. "I'm just letting you know, somebody is gonna have to steal me away. We have to do individual press interviews. I'll be thinking about you the whole time though."

Jake motions over to the bartender.

"I'll have a Jack Daniels please." Jake notices you're getting low on your drink. "and another Old Fashioned for my date please."

Your eyebrows shoot up and you look over at Jake with a wide grin across his face.

"Date?" you questioned.

"Well, what do you want me to call you?" he asked in a condescending tone

You had thought about it in your head, you didn't quite know what you would call it. I mean, you're two grown adults with each other at an event. I guess that's what you would consider a date?

"Yeah I guess I'm your date. If you want me to be."

"Why wouldn't I want a gorgeous woman as my date?"

He stares at you again, his eyes not leaving you for even a millisecond.

A bodyguard taps him on the shoulder, whispering in his ear that somebody from the press is there and it's time for him to be interviewed.

"I'll be right back, love." With a little squeeze of your thigh he was off and you were left alone sitting at the bar.

You sat there wondering what to do while he was gone. There wasn't much to do other than wait for him to return back. As your eyes wander across the room, you notice a long haired man that was up on stage earlier in the night. He began to approach you.

"What are you doing here all alone?" He questioned.

"Just waiting for someone, and you are?" You had recognized the man from the band but didn't know who he was.

"I'm Sam, I play bass and keys for the band."

"I'm y/n, it's nice to meet you." You reach out to shake his hand, and his large hand has a firm grip around yours.

"You want anything? A drink? It's on me." he smiled, but you politely shook your head no.

"I already have one, thanks though."

It was obvious there was a sort of tension in the air. "How are you enjoying the album so far?"

"It's good, I've never listened to you guys before." You politely smile. "I mainly came here for someone else."

"Well, that someones a bit of an idiot for leaving such a pretty girl here by herself." he cocks his head to the side. "Where is this supposed date anyway?"

As he says that, you see a figure coming up behind him. An arm wraps around Sam. It's Jake.

"So, Sammy, I see you've met my date." He grabs your hand, interlocking his fingers in yours. "I wouldn't be doing that if I were you."

"You brought her?" Sam's eyebrows jolted up in shock. "This is the girl you've been obsessing over?"

Jake's cheeks got bright red. "What's that supposed to mean, Sammy boy?" his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes squinted with anger.

"Well, I never expected you to bring such a babe as your date."

"I don't know if you have the privilege of calling her that, seeing how you just met her a few minutes ago." he started to raise his voice.

"And how long have you known her? A week, maybe? Huh, Jakey?"

You watched as Jake's jaw tightened and his fists clenched. Jake was fuming, and you loved it. You loved seeing him get so possessive and defensive over you. It was even turning you on a little bit. He opened his mouth to defend you, but you cut him off.

"I don't see how this is any of your business, Sam." You grab Jake's hand, pulling him closer. "And by the way, I think it's time for your interview. Bye, bye, Sam." you whip around, pulling Jake with you.

After Sam is out of your vicinity, Jake turns to you. You can see he's still livid from what just went down.

"Im sorry, I didn't know it was gonna get like that."

"Its okay, I dont blame you." he runs his hand up and down your thigh in a forgiving manner. "Sam knew what he was doing." he paused for a moment, thinking. "But you should know, that while you're my date, you're mine. no one else's."

You were shocked. You didn't think he had this kind of side to him. As you continued to drink through the night, listening to the music, and carrying casual conversations, you couldn't stop staring at his lips and thinking about the various things he could do with them. Jake brought you over to the rest of the band to finish out the night together.

"For those who haven't met her yet" Jake shoots Sam a snarky look, "this is my date, y/n."

Danny's face lit up. "Its nice to meet you in person, and not just over facetime."

Josh smiles, bringing you into a warm embrace. "Make sure Jake treats you right. If not, call me up. I'll whip some sense into that small brain of his."

You laughed, nodding your head.

"Trust me, there's only one brain between the two of us. And we all know who got it." he laughs, pointing to his temple.

Friendly conversation continued for a while longer before Danny invited you for a quick game of pool. However, Sam stayed silent as he sulked at the bar.

"Me and Josh versus Jake and y/n." Danny hands you the cues and returns to set up the table.

Jake turns to you, whispering in your ear. "Are you any good?"

Josh clapped his hands together, signaling for the game to start.

"I don't know, I haven't really played before." You smiled at him, hoping he wouldn't be too mad.

"Don't worry, I'll guide you through it." Jake led you up to the table, ready for him to break the balls.

As he leaned over the table, you watched as his shirt tightened, his back muscles peeked through the fabric of his shirt.

He lined up his cue with the balls in the middle of the table. Bringing his arm back, he struck dead in the middle of the white ball, hitting it directly into the tip of the triangle. A solid red ball hit into the back left pocket. He followed through and slowly brought his body back up with an impressed look on his face.

He walked beside you, waiting for you to compliment him on what he just did.

"Are you ready?" He asked in a self-assured manner.

He had a confident look on his face. He knew what he was doing and you could tell. The way he carried himself was attractive, and you couldn't help but wonder how confident he would be in other situations.

He pulled your waist closer to him with one hand, directing you on where you need to stand. He slightly bent you over the table, making your mind go crazy.

"So, put your left hand at the top of the stick directing where you want to hit the ball," You feel his body against yours, mirroring you. "And your right hand should be bent right here, this is how you'll hit the stick forward."

You were barely doing anything, just letting him take control of your body. Your mind was focused on other things...

Like his cock pressed against your ass.

You knew he could feel it too. When he pushed himself forward to hit the ball you could feel a thrust onto you, letting you let out the faintest whimper.

Oh my god.

You hope he didn’t hear that.

You couldn't take this. You needed him badly. You shook your mind out of it and realized that the ball hadn't gone in.

As soon as you both stood up you heard Josh scream immediately. "Aw man. Better luck next time! Now it's our turn."

As Josh and Danny prepare their game plan, you take a seat on one of the bar stools, Jake standing behind you.

You look back at him. "Sorry I didn't get it in, I was a little distracted."

"By what, darling?" He pushed your hair back behind your ears.

"Oh, nothing." You nodded your head, half embarrassed and half turned on.

"No, I think it was something, y/n, I heard the noise you made when the ball was shot."

Your face went red.

He lightly pulled your face back, making you look directly at him. "But I would be lying if I said I wasn't distracted either, so what was it?"

You sat there in silence not saying anything.

"That's okay" he leans down to your ear so only you can hear. "You may not have gotten it in, but I know I will later." He walks away with a chuckle leaving you there dumb founded.

Jake's POV

I walk away from her with my cock still throbbing. I needed to play it cool, but now I know she feels what I feel. I know she wants it as bad as I do.

As I walk towards the boys, Josh pulls me next to him.

"Are you going to at least pretend like you're not busting in your pants over her?" Josh grabbed my shoulder, whispering into my ear.

I hit Josh in the stomach taking my pool stick. I took a good shot getting the blue ball into the right pocket giving y/n an easy shot for her turn. I motion her over so she can go. She still looks flustered, but I would be lying if I said it didn't turn me on.

"Remember what I told you, y/n." I remind her, making her flush even more.

She took the stick and was trying to see how to line up her shot. I wanted her to do it on her own so I didn't intervene just sitting back watching her. She looked sexy in her outfit tonight, that leather skirt hugged her in all the right places, but it wasn't covering much. As she bent over the bottom of her ass stuck out of her skirt, her lacy thong poking out.

I don't know how much more I could take. She knew what she was doing, she looked back to see if I was watching.

"Am I good Jake?" She asked innocently.

Fuck, all I could do was nod. She turned her head back around, beginning to take her shot. She hit, and somehow it went in. She was jumping for joy and dancing around, cheering for herself in a tipsy manner.

She came over pushing the stick into me, "Try and top that, Jakey." I grabbed the stick that was pushed against my chest. Her hand trailed down on me letting go of the stick, getting lower until she lightly brushed over my cock.

With that she walked back to the bar stool with a smirk. She knew what she was doing, and I had no problem with it.

Y/N's POV

Half an hour later, and the game was over. Danny and Josh won due to the fact that they were mostly sober. You would be lying if you said you didn't drink a lot. But you were fully aware of what was happening.

The night was full of sexual tension, everyone around you had seen what was happening between you and Jake. the touching, the flirting, the teasing, it was all too much. Even though it was you and Jake against Danny and Josh you and Jake had some type of competition going between the two of you. It had just built the tension.

The night had ended and people were clearing out, slowly but surely.

"Well, I think it's about time we head out." Danny picks up his car keys, dangling them in the air. "Coming, Jakey?"

"I'm gonna stay back here with y/n for a little bit longer." Jake slips his dominant hand around your waist, slightly gripping you. "Might stay the night." He gives you a certain suggestive look.

"Okay, you two have fun." Josh playfully pats you on the back as he passes by. He leans in your ear and whispers. "Remember what I told you!"

As you hear the footsteps walk away towards the door, you hear a shout in the distance. "Make smart choices, kiddos!" It was Josh once again.

You turned back to Jake to laugh at his twin's funny comment, but he wasn't laughing. Infact, his eyes were full of lust. The hand that was once on your waist was now gliding down your backside, traveling lower, and lower. He begins to give you soft, light kisses, eventually picking up the pace to hard, rough kisses. However, he quickly pulls away before anything can get serious.

"So, you wanna tell me what really happened between you and Sam?" He stepped closer, his eyes unforgiving.

"Nothing happened, Jake. Trust me."

"I don't know, you seemed pretty happy over there with him."

"Yeah, he was nice. I was just trying to get to know him."

"Don't make me have to find out for myself. Just tell me, it's the easy option."

"I promise you, nothing happened!" You began to raise your voice.

"Don't raise your voice at me, you little brat." He takes a step forward, and you take a large step back. "I guess I'll have to fuck the answer out of you."

Just then, you tried to take another step back, but you bumped into the pool table instead. He takes another large step towards you, his body towering over yours. He lightly, but forcefully pushes you into the table. You were speechless. Although your panties were already wet before, now they were soaked. He hoisted you up onto the table, your legs dangling off the side. At a slow pace, he began to spread your legs.

His large hands slowly run up your thighs, leading to your throbbing core.

"Already so wet for me? Huh, darling?"

All you could do was let out a small whimper.

"Use your words, y/n." He commanded as he pulled your panties down to your ankles.

You couldn't manage to get anything out. You squeezed your thighs together, needing friction.

"I said use your words. Spit it out, princess."

"What if somebody sees us?" You stop him before he begins to spread your legs even farther.

"No one's here. So, tell me." He continues, starting to lift up your skirt just a tiny bit.

"I'm so wet for you, Jake."

"That's right, only for me." He lowers his face, so his eye view is right against your pussy. He takes you all in for a moment, admiring his view. He looks up at you with beady eyes, waiting for a sign of your approval.

You give him a frantic nod, needing him immediately.

He begins to trace his huge fingers over your slit. They glide smoothly from your wetness.

"So, so wet baby, I can't wait to taste you."

He slowly brings his finger over your clit rubbing it in slow circles. You couldn't help yourself and let out a moan. He looks up at you with satisfaction, he knows he has full control over your mind and body.

You begin to moan louder and louder as he circles your clit faster.

He pulls his hand back. "I think it's about time we see what that beautiful pussy tastes like."

His large hands grips at your inner thighs, his head going down, disappearing between your legs.

His tongue finally made contact with your folds.

"Jake, your tongue feels so good." you practically crumble under his touch, right then and there.

His tonguey makes its way to your clit, swirling back and forth.

"Jake!" You cry out. Your hands fly to his head, clutching onto his hair.

"You like that, sexy mama?" He asks, his mouth full of your slick.

A small "mhm" was all you could manage to get out. A special kind of heat was building inside of you and needed to be released. "Jake, I'm about to-" you whine.

"Not yet, sweetheart." He pulls away from you. He wipes his mouth and gives you a seductive smirk. Sweat is beading at his forehead. Strands of his long hair stick to his forehead and neck.

He begins to unbutton his pants, his large hard cock slaps against his stomach as he pulls it out. He runs it up and down your folds, teasing you even more.

"I want you to tell me who this dripping wet pussy belongs to." He says, still teasing you.

"Please, Jake." You whispered. "Please."

"Hm?" His demeanor made it seem like he wasn't going to let up anytime soon.

"You, Jake. It belongs to you." You moaned. "Only you."

"Good girl." He groaned. As soon as he said that, he slipped his pulsating cock into your sopping cunt. "Oh fuck, y/n."

"You're mine." He moans through gritted teeth as he moves in and out inside of you.

His nose crinkled and his eyes squinted as he went deeper and deeper inside of you. He throws his head back, a loud moan escaping his lips. He brings his head back up and bends down. His lips meet your neck, and then travel to your chest. He's leaving hickeys all over your body.

"You're marked as mine now." He smiles lovingly, but at the same time he had a dark manner to him. His fingers dig into your hips as he continues to pound into you.

Your eyes squint as you let out a loud moan that fills the air. "Jake."

Jake grabs your chin, holding your face steady. "Open your eyes, sweetheart. I want you to see me while I fuck you stupid."

You opened your eyes to see his deep brown eyes staring into yours. He was taking you all in. His motions started to become sloppy, as he continued to fuck you.

"y/n" he cried out, throwing his head back once more. This time you felt him come undone inside of you. You felt yourself fill up with his load. "Come for me." He kept going until you released as well.

The waves of fire begin to form in your lower stomach. You squeezed your eyes shut, beginning to see stars.

"Fuck!" You whimpered, finishing all over his cock.

You certainly didn't expect this to be how your first time with him would go, but you weren't disappointed by any means.

He collapsed onto the pool table right beside you.

"That was...amazing." He sighed, catching his breath. "You were...amazing."

You watched as his chest slowly rose and fell.

"I hope you know that I don't want Sam. I only ever wanted you." You told him, watching as he began to stand back up.

"Oh, I know." He chuckled. He made his way over to the bar, grabbing a clean rag. You continued to lay there as he wiped you down. "I just wanted an excuse to fuck you. Plus, now you know you're mine."

"I know it was our first time together but..." You nodded in agreement. "It was perfect." You slid your thong back up your legs.

"Hell yeah it was. Almost as perfect as you." He held out his hand for you to take, stabilizing you on the ground. Your legs were still quivering, but you managed to walk.

He continued to hold onto you. "What do you say we go back to my place and get cleaned up?"

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[diaryujin]

𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃

summary: being part of a gang that murders isn't as badass and cool as those silly romance novels make it out to be. it involves questions, regrets and tough decisions, including ones related to your ex, jay.

genre: angst

includes: exes to (not so) lovers, inaccurate gang life pls bear with me i don't do illegal shit *sob*, murder, death, blood, curse words, guns, jay is mentioned as a nepo baby, mentions of (g)i-dle minnie and soyeon and le sserafim chaewon, quite some flashbacks, not that good ngl, not proofread, lmk if i missed anything

pairing: ex! gang member! jay x ex! gang member! fem! reader

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i apologize for 1. not updating 'diary entries filled with her' i've been busy writing this and i've been too drained to upload those :( i'll start with them again tomorrow and 2. if this isn't all that good idk why i wasted time writing this but oh well

“Y/N, your target is agent JJXNG. He’s an assassin like you who’s part of the team trying to track us down.” You focused on Minnie in front of you, the leader of the gang you were a part of. You were her most trusted assassin and the one she assigned the most difficult targets to. Sometimes, you didn’t understand what kept you in this job, but all your doubts would clear whenever you saw the stacks of cash as your monthly salary.

“JJXNG. How long has he been with the squad?”

“Two years. He’s a formidable force though — sneaky rat. He slips out from right under our noses.” “I see. Any specific date I should get him dead by?” “As soon as possible, honestly. I’ll tell Chaewon to set up a lead in one of our usual alleys.”

“What about alley 96?”

“Perfect. See, this is why I love you so much.”

She patted your shoulder, grinning a little. You chuckled, but it was weak. Seeing that, her face wore a look of concern.

“Are you okay with doing this though? I know you’re going through that break up…”

You shook your head.

“I’ll be fine. Can’t let emotions get in the way, right? Anyway, it’s not like this involves him.”

“I understand if not though. I’ll just ask Soyeon.”

“Seriously, I’ll do it.”

She tilted her head questioningly, and you nodded. She sighed before letting go of your shoulder.

“Alright then, I’ll call you once Chae is done. Take care of yourself until then, hm?”

“I will. Take care, Minnie.”

She smiled, and you reciprocated the gesture.

Upon reaching your apartment, you went into your room, looking for a change of clothes. Hands moving through your wardrobe, you froze as they landed on a certain hoodie.

Jay’s.

You must’ve mistaken it as one of your own when you were returning all his stuff. You ran your hands slowly over the fabric which was surprisingly still somewhat warm. He bought it in the USA, and it was rather expensive. You often stole it from him to the point where he just gave up and gifted it to you.

Unfolding it, you had an internal debate over whether you should wear it. In the end, you took off the clothes you were wearing and wore the hoodie and a pair of comfortable leggings. Why leave it to collect dust?

Soon, you were on your bed, lazing around as you scrolled on your Instagram feed. Your eyes were looking at posts, stories, and reels, but your brain processed nothing. 

Jay.

Homemade cooking.

As if on cue, your stomach grumbled.

You buried your face in your mattress, groaning. Hell, you missed the taste of his food, but worse — you missed him.

You were yet to reach the acceptance bit of the five stages of grief, and it was hindering all your thoughts. Looking back at your phone, you closed Instagram and opened your gallery.

A major part of getting over someone was deleting the more intimate pictures with and of them.

Fuck it, you didn’t.

How could you, when the man was way too fine to be real?

You were holding on to slivers of what you used to have, and you knew it was unhealthy, but who were you to care?

Scrolling through all the pictures, different memories played in your mind by a broken record. Smiley, hot, cute, straight from hell, meme-worthy, sculpted by Michelangelo, jawline sharp enough to cut through a watermelon, goofy, with a guitar — your photo album of him had all genres of Park Jongseong, even his darkest and deepest ones.

If everything was so perfect, what went wrong?

You reflected on your three-year relationship with him. Arguments were few and far between the two of you. You spent a lot of time with him, he spoiled you a lot (even though you told him not to), he treated you like a princess, and you reciprocated it as much as you could. Even with all your missions with the gang, everyone would call you both the perfect couple.

Your parents adored him — he was their ideal son-in-law — and you couldn’t help but smile as you remembered the shy look on his face as they explicitly told him that. His parents were friendly with you. Sure, they were a bit awkward and haughty, but you had seen worse.

All this got you wondering…

Where in the middle of this dreamy paradise did the devil find his home?

He wouldn’t have cheated. He was too good-hearted for that…or at least you hoped.

You did a little digging after you both ended things, but (un)fortunately you had no evidence to support your claim, and couldn’t have any justified hard feelings towards him.

You had the events of that day burned in your memory — the day when the safe little bubble you lived in burst.

He was at your place, and you both were watching a movie together. Usually, you’d be cuddling with him, but that day, it was like he was doing his best not to let even an inch of his skin come in contact with yours. It hurt your feelings, sure, but you just brushed it off as him being on his man period.

A scene appeared on the screen where the main character and her love interest were having a cheesy date, and you turned to look at Jay, expecting a comment about how your relationship with him was better or a lovesick smile, or his lips puckering out in an awkwardly endearing manner, or- or- anything other than a blank stare and a frown. He noticed your gaze and his jaw tensed.

“Y/N…this-this- you and I…”

He took a deep breath.

“I can’t do us anymore.”

Your eyes widened, and your mouth opened and closed like a fish. Your hand reached for his instinctively, but he drew it back, showing that he wasn’t joking. 

“But- why? What’s-What’s going wrong? It’s nothing we…we can’t fix, you know- I’m sorry if I did anything, I’ll-I’ll change my ways, just please don’t-”

“It’s not your fault, okay? I just- my work is getting more time-consuming nowadays, and I don’t want to end up neglecting you in the process, Y/N. You deserve someone better.”

“I don’t need anyone else, Jay! You’re more than enough, you’re my everything! I don’t care if you have to spend less time with me, I understand and I’ll manage-”

“No Y/N, trust me. Plus…”

He looked away nervously, eyes staring at the paused screen as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

“Plus…?” “My parents disapprove.”

Silence.

“Oh.”

You couldn’t say anything against that. You knew how much Jay loved his parents, and you would never want to come between them.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I wish it wasn’t like this.”

“That’s okay. I know- how they mean the world to you.”

“I’m not saying you don’t, but-”

“It’s fine, really.”

He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I wish you all the best in your future endeavors, Y/N. I’ll never forget you. I just can’t.”

“You too, Jay. Good luck with your work.”

And just like that, he left.

A month ago.

You wanted to scream. This was like the millionth time that you thought about that day.

You seriously had to get something better to do in your life. 

Suddenly, a call came on your phone. You looked at the ID, and as you expected, it was Minnie.

“Y/N? Hello.”

“Hey, Minnie. Something up?”

“They took the bait literally an hour after Chaewon set it up.”

There was a snicker of amusement from her end, and you grinned a little to yourself as well over how stupid the squad was.

“Damn, they’re confident.”

“I know! They didn’t even wait!”

“It’s dumb.”

“Mhm. Anyway, those bitches set up the meeting date as fuckin’ tomorrow. Wild, no?”

“Seriously? So soon? Kinda feeling bad for JJXNG, the poor guy most likely isn’t even prepared.”

“Fools, really. Deserved. You’re up for it, right?”

“Of course. Time?”

“11 p.m.”

“Alright, I’ll see you at the base at 10:30 p.m. tomorrow. That good?”

“That’s perfect. Alley 20, by the way.”

The alley was quiet, the streetlights providing just enough luminescence for you to notice the outline of a man slowly approaching you. You gripped the pistol in your hand tighter, setting your arm to the side so that the guy wouldn’t notice.

The soft but heavy sound of his footsteps was slightly muffled by the drizzle that left you a bit soaked. Drops of water trailed from your hair to your face, and you wiped them off with your free hand.

The man was now close enough to you. He wore a mask just like you did, but his was black with ‘JJXNG’ written on it in bold, red letters.

This guy was bloody stupid.

There was something familiar in his gaze, but you brushed it off as deja vu. He seemed to be sizing you up, so you did the same. You noticed that he had a gun too, so you moved yours further behind your back. Looking into his eyes, you saw that there was a bit of confusion swirling in them.

“Agent JJXNG? Hard to pronounce.”

You chuckled dryly, but his eyes widened.

“You’re…ENZ? Wait, but-”

Why…why was his voice so familiar? The guy had the same tone as…as someone who had been a vital part of your life until a month ago, and then became a permanent resident in your head.

“Y/N?”

You froze.

“How- How the fuck do you-”

The same surprise. The same shock. The same concern.

“Jongseong…?”

He lowered his mask at you saying his name, and you could see how his mouth was agape with shock. You did the same, although your lips were pursed together in a thin line. 

“I didn’t expect to be seeing you so soon.”

His hands fidgeted with his pistol, and you realized.

You were tasked to kill him.

He stood still for a moment, seemingly going through the same dilemma.

“So, Jongseong, this is the work that’s been so time-consuming, hm? Did your parents approve of this?”

He gritted his teeth, remembering how he said those things as a reason for breaking up with you.

“Look, Y/N-”

“I’m not about to get together with you right now.”

“I’m not that desperate.”

That hurt, and you had no idea why.

“Do you promise to never keep secrets from me, Jay?”

You held out your pinkie suddenly, catching him off guard. The poor boy was just trying to cook.

“All of a sudden?”

He chuckled, before instantly locking pinkies with you.

“I promise, only if you do the same, love.”

You smiled at him, before placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.

You shook your head, not wanting to remember unfulfilled promises right now. Suddenly, your eyes focused on the gun pointed directly at your forehead and you winced, mentally slapping yourself for losing focus.

“Didn’t think I’d be doing this ever in my life, but here we are.”

His tone was cold yet cocky, which was annoying as hell. You reciprocated the gesture calmly, and he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Fuck. Should’ve seen that coming.”

He was in a pissy mood. You were in a pissy mood.

An irritated Jay plus an irritated you equaled disaster, which was why you usually avoided each other when both of you were emotionally heightened.

Unfortunately, circumstances didn’t allow that. You were at his house already mad, and you wanted to be with him to blow some steam off. He got some news from work that seriously angered him by the time you were there.

It started with you forgetting to wash the dishes once and ended up with the both of you having a screaming match in the living room. He complained that ‘you never cared about his feelings’ and you retorted by saying ‘he had extremely high standards’.

That was your first major argument, and it ended so badly that you didn’t contact each other for a week.

Why were you having all these flashbacks? You weren’t some anime protagonist. 

“Is this a race of who kills who first?”

“It’s always like that. I thought you had two years of experience under your Prada belt? Or are your targets handed to you on a silver platter as well?”

He scoffed at your remark. He never liked to be reminded that he was a nepo baby. He was always extremely humble and sweet, even if he occasionally didn’t understand seemingly normal things due to his upbringing.

But fuck it, to hell with him and his kindness.

“It just feels weird, since I’m killing you.”

Your grip on your pistol loosened.

“...yeah.”

His eyes were now filled with remorse as they softened.

“Frankly speaking, I don’t-don’t really know how I’ll go on- move on from this.”

He cared.

He still cared.

A week after that big fight, you had someone at your door — Jay.

When you saw him at your doorstep, all of your favorite snacks cooked by him in one hand and a necklace box in another, you didn’t know how to react.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that.”

He genuinely looked like he was going to burst into tears. You hugged him tight, and he buried his head in your shoulder, sniffling a little.

“I forgive you. I’m sorry too.”

“I thought I lost you, love. Please- don’t leave me.”

“I won’t, Jay. I never will.”

The rest of the day was spent with you both cuddling, eating, and (re)watching your favorite movies amongst many kisses.

And that’s how you both made up after every fight.

You struggled to come to terms with the fact that the same guy you used to watch Lady and the Tramp with was now pointing a gun at your forehead.

In his defense, you were doing the same thing.

“You know what?”

“What?”

“I’ll count to three, and we pull the trigger at the same time when I reach 0.”

You didn’t know how to feel about that suggestion — it made too many things real.

You were going to die.

He was going to die.

You’d be the reason he died.

He’d be the reason you died.

You didn’t want to continue living after this. You didn't want to live holding the huge guilt of having murdered the sweetest guy on the planet. At this point, you were struggling to hold back tears.

“Sure.”

You steadied your arm, and he copied your action.

“3…”

The first day you both met.

“2…”

The day he asked you to be his girlfriend.

“1…”

Life while dating him.

“0.”

The day you both broke up.

The loud bang of your gunshot echoed throughout the alley, the rain accentuating it. The sound overpowered the clang of his gun falling to the ground, and his soft words.

“Y/N…I can’t. I can’t kill you. I still love yo-”

You opened your eyes and froze.

How did you just do that?

He should’ve killed you, you were dea-

Your eyes fell upon Jay’s body in front of you.

There was a hole in his forehead, and blood was trickling out of it. His eyes were rolled to the back of his head, and you could only see the whites. There he lay, limp and lifeless.

And it was all your fault.

Then it hit you.

He didn’t shoot. 

He broke yet another promise.

You kneeled in front of him, letting yourself cry. You cradled him close just like how you used to whenever he had a bad day and you would comfort him.

“Jay…Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Why-Why didn’t you shoot?! Bastard, how do you want me to live now that you’re gone! You piece of- of absolute shit! I loved you, I love you and I will- simply continue to love you, and-and it’s going to hurt ‘cause you’re not here, damn it!”

You held him close, your salty tears mixing with his blood.

You couldn’t do it.

You couldn’t continue life knowing you were the reason he died.

You remained in that position, Jay’s body in your arms. Your warm hand gripped his cold one. It was weird how it still gave you comfort.

Your eyes darted around, before focusing on his gun in the pool of blood. You took it, deciding to finish his mission for him, not minding the red liquid staining your hand.

His gun was now on the side of your head.

“I love you, Park Jongseong.”

Another loud bang echoed in the alleyway.

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The Jimmy Fallon Show

Originally posted on my Wattpad @MayaBishop_is_myWife Scarlett Johansson x reader

Fluff

Scarlett's POV:

Tonight I'm going on the Jimmy Fallon with my co-stars show to promote my new movie. I'm really scared for this interview in particular as I've planned to announce something very big and my fans will probably go mental. For a while now there's been speculation around who I'm dating, if anyone and for some reason they always think it's a man. Now, that's what I'm announcing tonight, why it's not a man and, who it she really is.

Y/N POV:

Tonight is the night. The big night. I'm so scared how people are going to react, I mean it doesn't really matter what they think because me and Scar are happy together but, I can't help worrying sometimes. I'm currently in my dressing room behind the scenes at the Jimmy Fallon Show waiting to be called on. My palms are sweaty and my throat is dry. I need to calm down before I go on stage so I make my way over to the only person that can help.

I get to Scarlett's room and knock on the door.

Scarlett - "Who is it?"

Y/n - "It's me."

She opens the door to reveal my panicked face. Knowing immediately why I was like this, she pulled me in the room and trapped me in her embrace. As we were hugging she stroked my head, careful not to ruin all the work the hair and makeup team just did and whispers to me softly.

Scarlett - "Hey, it's gunna be fine. You know half of our fans are lesbians anyway so, I'm sure they won't mind and if it's the press your worried about then stop because they're all idiots and I couldn't care less what they say."

Her grip around my waist tightened as she spoke. I felt safe in her arms and I just kept reminding myself that it would be fine because even if someone does make a comment that me and Scar will always have each other and plus, the rest of the cast is there as well and they'll never let anything happen. We're all super protective over each other because after years of filming the Marvel films together we're basically family.

Our moment is rudely interrupted by a knock on the door.

Producer - "You're on in five!"

That didn't help the situation that I was in but, I'm an actress no one would know I was scared. I'll literally but my brave face on.

Time skip to half way through the show:

Scarlett's POV:

Jimmy - "So, Scarlett there have been some rumors going around that you are dating someone, do you have anything to say about this?"

Scarlett - "Well, uhm, I don't normally address rumors much but this one is necessary. I am with someone."

Jimmy - "Oooh I feel like a school girl, talking about who we're dating, so, does this mystery man have a name?"

Okay, here it goes. I think to myself.

Scarlett - "Well they mystery woman, is sitting right next to me." 

  The crowd instantly starts cheering and Jimmy had a smile plastered on his face. I felt someone grasp my hand tightly. I already know who it is but, I look anyway and see my gorgeous girlfriend to my left beaming at me. I was really happy it was out there now. I didn't need to hide my emotions anymore it felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest. 

Y/N POV:

She did it. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, people actually seemed happy for us. As the interview went on Lizzie and Florence kept looking over to see if me and Scar were okay like the protective people they are and Scarlett and me kept stealing glances at each other constantly. I was really glad we got it out there so we don't have to treat our love like a dirty secret anymore. I can finally not have to carry around the burden of not being able to kiss my girlfriend in public in fear of someone seeing. 

Time skip to after the interview:

We just finished the talk show and now me and Scarlett are walking back to her dressing room hand in hand, chatting away about anything and everything that comes to mind. As we enter the room she closes the door and turns to look at me. She holds my gaze as she comes forward and grabs my hips. 

Scarlett - "I'm so happy we did that because now, I can do this.'

With that she pulled me in close and smashed our lips together in a passionate kiss. My arms were draped over her shoulders and her hand snaked around my waist protectively. Our bodies were flush against each other as our lips were still joined. Once oxygen became a problem we broke apart.

Y/n - "If coming out means we do that more often, we should totally com out more."

She giggled at my antics and pulled me in again. This woman is my one and only. 

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead

Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve - Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fourteen - Chapter Fifteen - Chapter Sixteen - Chapter Seventeen - Chapter Eighteen - Chapter Nineteen - Chapter Twenty - Chapter Twenty-One - Chapter Twenty-Two - Chapter Twenty-Three - Chapter Twenty-Four - Chapter Twenty-Five - Chapter Twenty-Six - Chapter Twenty-Seven

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Chapter Twenty-Eight

Nancy walked through the door and was immediately pulled into her mother's arms. Wayne and Claudia were in the living room, saying their goodbyes and talking to the Sinclairs. She had hoped that they would be gone by the time they got back to her parents' house. She knew that Wayne was going to freak out about what Eddie had done for her. It seems odd that it was only this morning that they had gotten pulled into the Upside Down. It seemed much longer than that and now it looked like Tommy Hagan as well as his boyfriend had been pulled into all of this.

"Oh my God, your face," Karen sobbed.

"Mom, I'm fine. Steve has it worse," Nancy said, and Karen gasped before going over to Steve. "Mom, gently."

She smiled as Karen pulled Steve into a hug before hugging Eddie as well. Ted came over to Nancy and pulled her into a hug. He cradled the back of her head and kissed her hair.

"I'm fine, daddy," Nancy said.

"You may be fine, but I am not," Ted replied.

Suddenly, Holly bounded down the stairs with a bag and her doll in her arms.

"I'm ready to go, mommy," Holly said.

"What's happening?" Nancy asked.

"I'm going on a special trip with Aunt Claudia and Uncle Wayne," Holly said. "I love Uncle Wayne! He's funny!"

"He sure is," Eddie grinned.

"And I'll be taking Erica to Sue's parents," Charles said.

"That's bullshit, why does Lucas get to stay?" Erica asked.

"I can't drag him away from Max nor do I want to," Sue sighed. "I just need to know that one of my children is absolutely safe. It's bad enough that I have to worry about Steve and Lucas."

Nancy watched Erica study her mother for a moment before accepting the fact that her mother needed to depend on her to stay safe. Erica sighed.

"Alright, fine, but I'm going to complain the entire time," Erica said.

"I except nothing less," Sue said pinching her cheek and hugging her. "Thanks, baby, I know how hard you're trying to hide the fact that you're worried too. We're going to fight like hell to make sure we come back to you."

Erica hugged her mother tightly, sniffingly. She hugged everyone else before she went off with her father. Nancy had noticed that she had lingered a bit longer with Lucas and Max.

"You're both staying?" Nancy asked her parents.

"We argued about it and debated with ourselves, but we just can't leave you guys, especially with Mike somewhere out there," Karen said. "We trust Wayne and Claudia to look after Holly."

"May I ask why Tommy Hagan is here?" Ted asked.

"Jason and his crew got out of jail. They came after us at the hospital," Nancy replied. "They would have killed us if Tommy and Lily hadn't showed up in time. They had guns and they were ready to kill Eddie."

"Now, where did they get the guns from?" Ted asked.

"Probably from the War Zone," Eddie said. "Just outside of Hawkins. I've been there before."

"Let me guess, with Al?" Wayne asked, and Eddie looked guilty for a moment.

"Anyway, they saved our lives and Eddie's. Lily caught them up on the way over here," Nancy said. "I think they're still in the disbelief stage."

Walter was a man of few words, a shy man who saved his words for the people who were important to him. Tommy had said so many times in his phone calls and letters sent to the apartment. He was even more silent than Tommy had described, not even leaning to whisper in Tommy's ear. Tommy was just as silent as they both thought about what Lily had told them. To be honest, as much as it would have pissed her off before about people not believing them, Nancy realized now that it was a normal reaction when people heard shit like this. You really couldn't believe it until you saw it, and even then, your brain tries its very best to make shit up in order to protect you from the trauma.

"You okay, son?" Wayne asked Eddie.

"I'm fine, Uncle Wayne," Eddie said.

"Do you need me to - "

"No, you need to get Aunt Claudia and Holly out of here," Eddie said. "They need you more."

Wayne pulled Eddie into a tight hug before doing the same with Dustin and Steve. Claudia burst into tears before pulling Eddie into her own arms and giving him kisses before moving on to the others. Claudia hugged Nancy tightly.

"Keep them safe," Claudia said as she kissed her cheek. "And yourself too, dear."

"I promise," Nancy said.

"Bye, Nancy," Holly said.

Tearfully, Nancy scooped her little sister into her arms, wondering when or if she was ever going to see her again. Eddie and Steve thought the same thing, too, because they suddenly joined in on the hug. She eventually had to let her go, though, and set her back down.

"Stay safe," Nancy said tearfully.

"Don't worry, Nancy, I'll protect Uncle Wayne and Aunt Claudia," Holly said.

"We don't doubt that you will, darling," Wayne chuckled as he took her hand.

Claudia's eyes twinkled at the sight of them, and Nancy smiled. She was definitely picturing them having a little girl. Eddie smiled and rested his head on top of Nancy's as they watched them leave.

"I definitely feel better now that I know that they're in good hands," Eddie said.

Once they all left, Nancy took a mental headcount of everyone in the living room. Lily and Agent Stinson were leaning near the door. Tommy and his boyfriend were sitting on the fireplace. Robin was once again wedged between her parents, but she wasn't complaining this time. Ted had one arm wrapped around his wife as she stood behind the recliner that Dustin was sitting in. Sue was sitting on the other couch with her son, Max, and Susan. Fourteen. Add Nancy, Steve, and Eddie that made seventeen. Nancy moved to the middle of the room and cleared her throat. Everyone's attention was now on her.

"We have to go back to the Upside Down," Nancy said.

Like she thought they would, everyone exploded into anger and confusion. It was mostly the parents. Nancy rolled her eyes, crossed her arms, and waited for them to calm down. She shared a pleading look with Steve. He walked over to her and stood by her side. He whistled loudly and clapped to get their attention. Everyone quieted down.

"Everyone should listen to what Nancy has to say before yelling," Steve said.

"Thank you, baby," Nancy said. "Look, I know we don't like it, but Vecna needs to be defeated before he gets to Max. This isn't just about her anymore. This is about the entire town, the world. There isn't a choice here if we all want to continue to live. He has to be stopped. I know right now we don't have the power, but we have to at least try, right? If we don't do everything that we can to stop him then there's a greater chance that he wins."

"Okay, but how would we even get one chance to stop him? He's going to see us coming," Robin said.

"Unless he doesn't see us coming," Dustin said.

"How would that happen?" Steve asked.

"Well, if he's like El then there's a chance that he has the same weakness, right? When El remote travels, she's in the same weakened state as Vecna," Dustin said. "We go after him then."

"How would we know when he does that?" Robert asked.

Max stood up, drawing everyone's attention. Susan looked at her daughter curiously.

"We draw him out," Max asked.

"And how would we do that?" Susan asked, guessing what Max was going to say next.

"We use me as bait," Max said.

"NO!" Susan yelled out and stood up.

"You don't get a say in my decision, mom. I'm sorry but you don't. No one does. This is my choice, and this is our only chance without El to save the world," Max said.

"It shouldn't be you," Susan said, tears welling in her eyes. "It should be me."

"None of this should be happening. This is going to work and when we do make it out of this, we're going to have plenty of time for you to make it up to me," Max said.

"I love you so much," Susan said and hugged her.

"I love you too," Max said.

"We're going to need a lot of weapons," Nancy said.

"Well, Eddie mentioned the War Zone," Ted sighed. "And we have plenty of vehicles."

"I let Wayne take my car, and he gave us the keys to his truck," Karen said.

"The War Zone it is," Nancy said, and her eyes widened as everyone stood up. "I guess everyone's going with."

The War Zone was exactly what Nancy expected it to look like, a perfect place for rednecks and survivalists. It was exactly what they need, and she hoped that since the jocks had already stopped there, that they wouldn't run into them again. They were piling things into the cart when Steve's eyes spotted something, and his eyes lit up. He grinned as he held up a bullet belt.

"I don't think I'm going to pull that off," Nancy said.

"No, for Eddie," Steve said. "They would look great on his hips."

"What's for me?" Eddie said as he walked away from Dustin and Lucas.

"This. I'd be so metal," Steve said.

"God, I love it when you talk metal to me," Eddie said. "Do it again."

"The first time you started playing Master of Puppets, I couldn't look away from your hands. The way you played. . .it was so hot. . .so metal," Steve said, biting his lip as they moved closer. "James Hetfield's got nothing on you."

"Woah, I was totally into it until you said that," Eddie said. "I've got nothing on James Hetfield."

"Well, it's a good thing that he said that. You guys do realize that this is the most conservative place in Indiana?" Nancy asked. "As hot as that was. Steve's right, that bullet belt is going to look totally hot on you."

"Like I'm your very own Eddie doll," he cooed at them. "I have to get this now."

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Steve blushed.

"It's a must," Eddie grinned. "It's going to go great with my pink fuzzy pajama pants. Ooh, Steve!"

He grabbed a brown leather jacket and shared a look with Nancy.

"For you?" Steve asked.

"For you," Nancy and Eddie grinned.

"Alright," Steve said and pulled it on. "What do you think?"

"Oooh."

"Very hot," Nancy said.

Suddenly, Robin came up to them wearing a red beret. She plopped a matching one on Nancy's head.

"I got one to match with my sister," Robin said and bumped her hip with Nancy's.

"Are we playing dress up here? I thought we were getting weapons," Ted said as he passed them by.

"Dad!" Nancy exclaimed, but she was grinning.

"Busted," Eddie said, cackling.

"No, but he's right. We should focus," Nancy said.

She looked over to find Robin and Steve striking a pose with each other like they were models. They finished by standing back to back with their arms crossed. Eddie wolf whistled while Nancy giggled. Idiots. They continued with their original goal, Eddie leaning on the cart with Nancy's arm through his while Steve and Robin discussed their potential future in modeling.

"And here I thought he was going to reopen Otis's salon," Eddie said.

"He still is, and he could do both if he wanted to," Nancy said.

"That's true. You know, Jerry's talked about selling the music store one day. I mean not now, but one day, and I think if I started to really save up, then it could be mine one day," Eddie said.

"That's nice. Maybe I'll take over the Hawkins Post, make it more balanced," Nancy said.

"Me owning the music store, you owning the Hawkins Post, and Steve owning the salon. . .hell, I think we can work together to make this town a little less conservative. . .through the power of love!" Eddie grinned.

Suddenly, Steve popped his head in between them.

"Then, one day, we get an RV, pile up the kiddos, and take them anywhere. Maybe up the coast to California, and we can teach them how to surf," Steve said. "Kind of had that dream when I was little, I was hoping to share that with someone I loved someday."

"It sounds very nice," Nancy said.

"And very doable," Eddie said.

"God, I want that," Nancy said.

"Me too," Eddie said.

Once they bought the weapons, ammo, and gear, they packed it all up before heading back to her parents' house. They quickly got to work to plan and make the preparations that they would all need to head into the Upside Down. They gathered ammo, loaded guns, and made spears and shields. The spears and shield would be for Eddie, Dustin, and Agent Stinson. Steve would be wielding his bat as well as an axe. Robin and her parents would also carry a spear as well as handle the bag with the Molotov's. Ted had his own rifle and a machete. Tommy would be continuing to wield the bat and carrying some Molotov's. Walter also had a shield and a machete, but they also had several bottles of hairspray along with several lighters. Everyone was dressed in thick vests with hoods and hats to protect their faces as Nancy started going over the plan again.

"Okay. Phase one: we meet Lucas as the playground. He'll signal Max, Sue, and Susan when we're ready. Phase two: Max baits Vecna. He'll go after her which'll put him in his trance," Nancy said.

"Phase Three? Me, Eddie, Agent Stinson, Tommy, and Walter draw the bats away," Dustin said.

"Four," Robin said. "Ted, Karen, Steve, Lily, Nancy, my parents and I head into Vecna's newly bat-free lair, and . . . flambe."

"Nobody moves onto the next phase until we've all copied," Nancy said. "Nobody deviates from the plan, no matter what. Got it?"

"I don't know why you're looking at me, sweetheart," Eddie said. "You know me, I'm no hero."

"Your dream, remember?" Nancy said. "I think we're getting closer to it. I think it's here."

"I won't be a hero, I promise, I'll do everything that I can to get back to you as long as you do the same. The both of you," Eddie said taking her hand and Steve's. "If anyone's more likely to make the sacrificial play, it's you two. Isn't that right, General Nancy?"

"I can't believe my dad told you that nickname," Nancy groaned and glared at Ted.

"It's cute. You were his little general," Eddie grinned.

"Let's move out," Nancy said.

"Yes, sir!" Steve and Eddie saluted.

"Idiots," she said affectionately.

Nancy, Eddie, Robin, Steve, Dustin, and Robin's parents took Nancy's car. Steve let Susan, Sue, Lucas, and Max to take his car. Everyone else would be following Nancy to the Hendersons'. By the time that they had moved out, night had fallen which felt ominous to Nancy. Steve was in the seat next to her while Eddie sat in the back with Dustin while Robin was once again wedged between her parents. As much as Robin had complained about it, Nancy knew that Robin was really grateful for their presence. As they drove to Dustin's, Nancy couldn't help but think of Mike and Holly. She hoped they were safe. They were doing this for them. . .for all of them.

Here we stand

Worlds apart, hearts broken in two, two, two

Sleepless nights

Losing ground, I'm reaching for you, you, you

Chapter Twenty-Nine

[animeomegas]

Maybe some Naruto boys react to their Alpha's ex (who they had a baby and amicable divorce with) trying to be their friend?(the Naruto character not the alpha, they're already friends) Not for nefarious reasons, just because they think it would make coparenting easier.

Oooh, interesting, interesting! I've decided to go with less 'making friends with the new omega' and more ' being super friendly for the sake of co parenting because they're a genuinely lovely person'. I'll write a little common story and then do a couple of boys' reactions.

So, it's the day where your pup's oma is due to drop off your pup at your house and as usual, they arrive on time, greeting you with a hug almost as enthusiastic as the pup.

"Hey! How are you?"

"I'm great thanks!" you reply, picking up your five year old pup. "How are you?"

"Good, but do you mind if I drop some stuff off with you? I swear I have I reason," he grins at you sheepishly. "It's okay if you're not comfortable with that though, I can leave it outside, it just looks like you've got your hands full with someone."

"Er, sure, come on in."

So you take him through to the kitchen and he puts some shopping bags on the table.

"Okay, let me explain," he says, clapping his hands together. "Basically, this little cheeky pup has decided for some reason that cucumber and spaghetti hoops is his favourite food in the whole entire world now and he's been demanding I make it for every meal. Basically, I didn't want you guys to get caught out now that the shops are shut and be stuck with someone having a tantrum because there's no cucumber or spaghetti hoops."

You felt you pup giggle into your shoulder a little at his oma's not so subtle words.

Just then you noticed your mate standing in the kitchen doorway, watching the exchange. Your ex noticed it too, because he suddenly started apologising.

"Sorry for coming into your home like this, but I'm just dropping off some stuff for the little one and I'll be going, I promise! I don't want to disturb your night!"

Itachi:

"No, not at all," Itachi said softly, gently rocking your new baby in his arms as he stood there. "It was kind of you to think of us like this."

You knew that Itachi had been a little intimidated by the overt friendliness from your ex in the past, but he had since grown rather fond of the other omega. Even more so now after everything he'd done to support you and Itachi when his pregnancy was making him incredibly ill. Your ex had taken your son for more days, brought over food when you were both struggling and even accompanied Itachi to doctor's visits when you had to work. He would always be grateful for those things especially.

"Aww, and this is your new baby, I take it?" your ex grinned, walking up to Itachi and peering at the bundle in his arms. "What a cutie! Don't worry, I won't ask to hold her, I remember what it was like having a new pup and everyone and their mother demanding to hold them all the time. I'm surprised I got through that stage without assaulting anyone."

Itachi smiled bashfully, holding your baby a little tighter.

"Yes, it is like that sometimes."

"Anyway, let me get out of your hair," he said suddenly, walking back over to you and your eldest. "You behave young man, no more cucumber related tantrums or appa will put you on the naughty step okay? Have fun with appa and be safe!"

He pressed a bunch of kisses on his son's head before turning to leave.

"Bye everyone!" he said cheerfully before letting himself out and heading home.

"Your ex is so lovely," Itachi said softly, looking through the shopping bags and discovering a couple of extra bits sprinkled in, including some clothes for his new daughter and a box of chocolates that had a sticker that read 'new parents need to have a treat sometimes ;)' on them.

Sasuke:

"It's fine," Sasuke said simply, moving into the kitchen to make some tea. You knew full well he could have waited until your ex left, but Sasuke was always a bit strange with people in his home that he didn't know well, so he was monitoring the situation.

Your ex didn't seem even slightly put off by Sasuke's lukewarm reception.

"I'll head out and leave you to your night then," he said, ruffling his pup's hair. "You be good for your appa and Sasuke, okay? Have a good night everyone!"

With that he left, and an invisible weight seemed to lift off of Sasuke's shoulders. At the beginning, he'd been jealous and threatened by the presence of another person in your life that you'd once been intimate with, but as time went on, he was less worried about you being seduced back and more worried that one day your ex may try and force him into a hug.

It brought you great amusement to watch the two interact and you'd had multiple comments in the past about how different the two were.

Your pup then decided to wiggle down from your arms and go and give Sasuke a big hug. You stifled a laugh as Sasuke awkwardly patted the pup on the back while standing still like a statue. You pup either didn't realise or didn't care how uncomfortable Sasuke was, because he just sent him a grin before rambling at a mile a minute about how cucumber and spaghetti hoops are totally the best combination and Sasuke has to try them because he's cool and not lame like oma and appa are.

Sasuke sent you a look for help, but you decided to continue making his tea for him instead.

Naruto:

"No, seriously don't worry about it!" Naruto grinned, waving your ex's worries away. "You're welcome anytime!"

"Naruto!" you pup shouted, wiggling down from your embrace and running to Naruto who caught her easily and brought her into a big hug.

"Oh, I see how it is," you said, crossing your arms. "I see who your favourite it."

You ex laughed, punching you on the shoulder lightly.

"I think Naruto has us both beat," he grinned. "He let her wear the hokage hat, how can we compete with that?"

"Wait! I have a new toy, I need to put it in my room!" your pup suddenly proclaimed, wiggling down and grabbing something from one of the bags before racing off.

"She's full of energy today, we had to skip our park visit for an appointment at the hairdressers," your ex said. "So, she might be a little wild."

"Nothing we can't handle," you replied, before suddenly remembering you had something you needed to ask you ex.

"Oh, next month, do you think you'd be able to have her for an extra week or so?"

"Should be fine. How come?"

"Naruto and I are moving house and it won't be much fun for her to be around while we do it, I don't want her to get bored and run around and get hurt or something."

"Oooh, new house, fancy!" you ex grinned. "How come you're moving?"

"Well," you leaned in conspiratorially. "Let's just say there won't be only one hyperactive pup running around soon."

Your ex's face lit up in a huge grin as he looked at Naruto.

"You're...?"

Naruto nodded, smiling brightly.

"Congratulations!!" he said, pulling Naruto into a hug that he enthusiastically accepted. "I'm so happy for you two!"

"Thanks," Naruto muttered bashfully. "We're excited."

"Of course you are! Anyway, I don't want to intrude, so I'll head off, but I'll see you in a week, get lots of rest Naruto, alright? Bye!!"

Silence fell for a few moments.

"If we ever break up, I'm going to try and get with your ex before you can," Naruto suddenly said, snickering.

"What? No way! I have dibs!" you joked back, pulling him towards you by the hips.

"You snooze, you lose, you had your chance."

[stageoutoffive]

breakdown

according to kubler ross, there are five stages of grief. i am at number one. shock (or denial)

when i first met you, i thought you talked a lot- it didn't bother me too much i suppose. i had never really met someone who could also talk about nonsense as much as me. even if we had different topics to yap about.

when i first met you, i had dreamt of you. my brain was asleep, but my conscious had made a shape of you. every night after that, i had prayed that i could see it again

when i first met you, i knew that i wanted you. i had told the moon that you were mine ! she winked at me and breezed me a

"good luck"

the moon is dissapointed in me tonight, for her back is turned and she cries with me,

"it's your fault !" she showers.

and it is my fault.

i'm so dumb

so dumb

so. dumb.

i had lost an angel like you, because i figured i was a chore to you.

and i'm sure if i told you all of this instead of mixing emotions and cheap liquor, we would have been fine ! yes, with some problems, but we would have been together ! and thats all i need.

before i had made that stupid impulsive decision of leaving you, i had gone days without eating. i was so used to getting full with your words, that i forgot what being hungry felt like. my colored hair was getting brittle because i had stopped imagining you stroking it. i was no longer myself and i figured you wouldn't want me that way.

lifeless.

i wasn't going to leave you forever, i just wanted you to focus on school and your new hobbies and new friends ! but i didn't tell you that. i just kicked everything to the side and vanished.

and i know in the beginning, we'd say we'd never do that to each other, but i figured that it was best for you to hate me then for you to wait for me (if you even wanted to) it wouldn't be fair.

and please my love,

please please please

feel me when i say,

i am so terribly sorry for putting you through this.

i know it can be hard to believe and its not my place for you to forgive me and if you did this to me-

oh lets get serious, you'd never do this to me.

you have went through so much pain and suffering, and you trusted me enough to tell me those things, and in the end i threw it all away because i was scared to talk to you.

i'd walk to your school and show up with flowers and a boombox and embarrass myself, if it meant i could be around you just once.

i'd learn how to play the guitar and rent a venue with you as the only guest and try to preform for you.

i would take off my makeup and let my hair run wild and cry to you. i would let you see the ugly side of me because i believe you'd love me either way.

"loved" i'm sorry.

i will continue to love you in present and future. even if you don't feel the same way.

it's selfish of me but

no "but" i'm just selfish.

tomorrow i will find a new way to feed off you. maybe in music or a nature documentary. i'll check my phone every 5 minutes in case you'll text me, it likely won't happen though, you're goodbye was so strong.

but my denial is much more stronger.

[readerxlovestay]

Fe!reader x Aedion Ashryver

Request: Aedion meets with his pregnant mate, after returning back from war. They have a touching moment after feeling the baby kick for the first time.

T/w: None

Ref: Y/n - Your name

H/c - Hair colour

Author's note: I'm back and I'll be posting again yay.

Aedion:

Aedion tore through the war camp, discarding any of his remaining blood crusted leathers outside, before entering his own tent. He should get home fast, now that the damn war was over. Five months. He had to go through five months of absolute torture of being separated from his lovely, pregnant mate. Is she well? Is she taking enough rest? Is the babe fine? He could not take away his mind from her.

Even though he received letters regularly from his mate in Terrasen, and he wrote back a few whenever he could, it still hurt him that he couldn't be with her for one of the most biggest things of their lives. He wanted to take care of his mate, be there for every step in their newfound love and see his mate's eyes sparkle with happiness everytime he lovingly caressed her belly. He wanted to go back and give her all of his love, for the lost five months, hold her tight and never let go again.

And so he wanted to get on with his work and leave for home, to his mate, as soon as possible. Thankfully, there has only been a minimal amount of damage to his army, therefore The Bane was easily able to defeat the other side and gain victory in a matter of days.

Cleaning himself up in the small bath set in the corner of his tent, he glanced at the small ornate box where he stored all his mate's lovely handwritten letters. His lips pulled into a smile. The most recent one he got from her was two weeks ago.

"Recently, Aelin has been too fussy with me. She keeps asking me how the babe is and how I am feeling, once in every two seconds. This morning I had to hide in the gardens to escape from being coddled by her and when she found me, I was lectured for almost an hour and I thought my ears would bleed. I can really see why some of you call her mother hen. I can't take it anymore Aedion, I think I'm going mad, please come back soon so I can end this monstrosity", it read.

Maybe I shouldn't tell her that it was me who asked Aelin to take care of her in my absence, he thought with a laugh.

He sent a sliver of warmth through the mating bond, missing y/n's presence. He sighed. Just a little bit more longer, he thought. Then I'll get to see her again.

Y/n:

You looked at yourself one more time in the mirror.

H/c waves fell from the half braid on your head, framing your beautiful face with a flourish. Your eyes were lined with kohl and soft shadows dusted over your eyelids, giving your eyes the attention that they deserved. The light blue gown you wore, pooled around your feet, bathing you in satin.

Absent mindedly you rest your hand on your protruding belly as you smile to yourself, feeling giddy. Somehow, you went five months without being with him, patiently, and yet you weren't able to contain yourself for another hour. Truth to be told, it was painful for you to be separated from him during these crucial days of hormonal changes and needs. Sure, Aelin was a huge help as much as a mother hen she was, no one could fill the space that Aedion created. You desperately needed him every month when you entered another stage of pregnancy. You craved his presence, his reassuring words and most of his sensual touch. No one could make you feel like he did.

Slowly standing up from the chair, you move to the door daintily. You couldn't just stay in your room anymore, even though you had been carefully instructed by Aelin to rest until your mate arrived. You shrug to yourself. You would be fine. Besides, you were pretty sure you wouldn't have the energy to get out of bed anyway after Aedion arrives.

Blushing, you made your way downstairs.

Aedion:

He was finally here. He was back in Terrasen. His gait was steady as he made his way to the Throne Room. Although his mate was the only thought in his mind, he had a duty to his Queen. He would meet his mate right after reporting the status of his soldiers and the battle to Aelin.

Walking inside the Throne Room, he expected no welcome of sorts. After all, he was an Army General and being away on duty was his job. But what he didn't expect was, the room filled with the people he was close with, congratulating him on his little heir on the way. Lorcan, Elide, Lysandra, Fenrys, even Chaol and Yrene.

Aelin and Rowan were the one of the first ones to meet him.

"The Bane has been able to-"

"Hush"

Aelin shushed him.

"You're back after five months, and this is not the first thing I wanna hear from you"

"Where is the responsible Queen now?" Aedion laughed as she smiled at him.

"Y/n has been missing you like crazy"

He smiled back at her. "Where is Y/n?"

"Here", Y/n's voice echoed.

He turned around to watch the crowd part, to reveal his mate.

His mate smiled softly at him. She looked absolutely breathtaking in the golden light of the sun. His breath hitched as he took in her beautiful form and her hand resting protectively on her stomach. Y/n. He immediately went towards her, everyone else forgotten.

Mate. Mate. Mate. His bond sang with anticipation and longing.

Y/n looked up at him, eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Aedion"

He carefully pulled her into his arms at once. "My beautiful wife", he said smoothing down the back of her head. "I finally get to hold you again"

She sniffled but said nothing, tentatively wrapping her arms around his form. She looked up. Aedion kissed the top of her head and her forehead as she did so.

"I missed you", she said, tightening her hold around him. He said nothing as he gently caressed her face, brushing away the few tears that escaped her eyes.

"Love, you have no idea"

He tilted her face to his as he kissed her lips slowly, gently, as if she would break if held too tight.

On the contrary, her lips were desperate to show how bad she wanted this, him. Her arms entwined behind his head. He couldn't help but run his hands down her body as he countered her kiss, immediately wanting her under him panting, and crying out his name.

But he had something else to do, before anything.

He pulled back and leaned his forehead on hers. "Love"

She looked back at him breathless, with a light dusting of blush on her face.

Oh how incredibly sexy she looked right then.

"I love you", she whispered.

His hand caressed her belly. "Guess I would have to love you twice more now" She giggled as he kissed the tip of her nose. He bent down to her stomach.

"My little one, dad's here and he's never letting you and mama alone" He kissed her tummy, feeling the little thumps of his heir's heartbeat. He felt like he had never heard such a sweet sound.

Leaning his cheek against his mate, he smiled, eager to hear more of his infant.

The little heartbeat that he heard again, felt like a ray of sunshine for him..

"You're gonna be my beautiful bundle of joy, just like your mama", he said, gently running his hands down her tummy.

Just as he was about to pull away, he felt a little press against his cheek, from the inside. Y/n gasped. He tried to stand up straight but his mate pushed him back against her stomach.

"Love what is it? Are you alright?", Aedion was concerned.

She looked awestruck.

"The babe just kicked"

His eyes widened. "Are you sure?"

She nodded, eyes glistening. "For the first time"

He leaned back against her. "Little one, did you just kick your mama?"

Another little shove against his cheek. He laughed lightly, eyes filling up. "Guess that's a yes"

He looked up at his mate. The gorgeous being that made their love ten times better by carrying their child.

He hugged her middle. "Y/n I love you"

She laughed running her hands through his long, blond hair. "Twice more?"

"Twice more, thrice more, maybe even as big as the stars are"

She giggled.

He kissed her tummy before rising up. She smiled up lovingly at him. "I love you Aedion"

He took her back into his arms.

"I know you do", he said kissing her once again, this time sneaking in some of the passion he had been reigning in, for the sake of others.

Others.

That reminded him.

He pulled away abruptly to look around, only to find the room empty, and his mate laughing at him.

"Oh sweetheart, they left a long while ago"

He smiled at her laughing form, fondly.

"I will get back to them all later. For now, we both have unfinished business to attend to"

She paused to delicately raise a single eyebrow. "And what would that be?"

"This"

He dove in for her lips again, this time wild and with no restraints. Her knees went slightly weak and he swung her legs up in his arms, carrying her out, bridal-style, still kissing her. Her soft lips parted, seeking out the clash of tongues and teeth.

He gave in to her desires, carrying her all the way to their room, in the mostly empty castle, the few people seeing them, diverting their gazes, smiling.

Soon they were both back on their shared beds, clothes discarded somewhere in the room along the way, where they stayed for most of the day, cherishing and loving each other for all the five months they'd lost. He was back where his heart belonged.

[asingleietsist]

"A Green Queen" AU Short

"Assembling"

In a news station along the coast of Rainbow Road. An interview is conducted in the studio of

"So your highness, what's it like having the King and Queen of the Koopas over?", A Koopa with a microphone and headset asks.

"They're such a lovely couple! I'd expect nothing less from such mighty powers, but I would've thought the King would marry someone less... Fragile?", he sighed, feigning distress. "To think they'd leave magnificent and strong troops under the leadership of.. this poor individual. I pity the King, truly.."

"Uh huh... Well your highness, putting the Darkland information aside, intel from your troops in the Mudai Kingdom have speculation to believe that the Princess is staging an attack for the throne! Do you feel threatened by such bold statements?"

He glared at the Koopa, unimpressed. "Heh.. my father easily thwarted her and her silly little castle. As a young cub, seeing her plead for mercy from my father should be a warning to her. The throne is nothing but secure, if anything were to occur, so to answer your question: No."

"Nothing but confidence! G-Good to hear.", The newscaster glanced over at the lakitu ushering him to hurry it along. "N-Now for our last question... Your pendant. At your coming of age ceremony, you were given it by your advisor. Most of the public knows of its power, but wonder what spells were strong enough to wipe out armies, destroy a castle, and cause such a strong leader to grovel at the fee-er- paws of a King."

Khufo gave a cheeky grin, playfully swinging his tail, "I think leaving that to the imagination would be best, hm? I know my enemies are watching closely, so to disclose such information-"

The screen turned black as the stand vendor leaned over his stall, "Are you gonna trade it for something or what?"

"O-Oh, right! Sorry, uh... Do you like mushrooms?", Mario laughed nervously.

The stone creature grunted, "not much use for it here. What else ya' got?"

"A few power ups... Water, maybe some apples?"

"Hm, if you get at least five, I'll give you the shell."

"Got it!".

Mario tried to whistle the yoshi over but it simply stared at him as it ate an apple. "Hey don't eat that!"

It rolled its eyes and strolled over. Mario reached into his stash, "First the shell, then I'll give you the bag. Deal?"

"Fine fine.", The vendor grumbled. They placed the hollowed Koopa shell onto the stone board. "Apples, pipsqueak."

Mario reached out to pick up the shell, "let me try it on first-"

"A-UH, nope! You trade it or no deal!"

"Ugh.. ok..", Mario pulled out the sack and handed it over the counter. The vendor smiled and handed over the shell before gazing at the sack happily.

The small plumber started to put his feet through the holes near the bottom and squeezed his guy into the narrow opening. "Is there no easier way to get this on?!"

The vendor glanced over and pointed to a small hinge on the side of the shell.

"There's a latch separating the lower and upper halves, genius."

Mario began taking it off midway just to check and as he unhooked it the shell opened. "Huh.. do they all have this? Why would they.."

"Nope, I made it myself for customers, an easier way to sell em."

"Oh ok, that makes sense. Wait.. where'd you get this from? Aren't they attached to-"

"Have a nice day kid.", The vendor munched. They chewed messily, leaving Mario to stare in disgust.

"Uh-huh... Thanks, I think?.."

He grabbed the yoshi's reins and started off to the next vendor, he finally had confirmation on where his brother was with the beast. He wasn't sure how long they'd stay until setting off again. He'd hope he could at least check if his brother was ok before they departed to who knows where.

'He better not have laid a claw on him. I can't have him hurting anymore.'

Canonicity is up for interpretation.

Author's note:

It's meee!! I just wanted to clarify a bit that there will be some ocs included into the fanfic and that once the school year begins, chapters will slow down a bit. I will try to finish as many as possible before then, so you're all not waiting months for a new chapter.

On a brighter note, new art pieces will be made for this au and posted onto here and exclusives along with ref sheets will be up on Ko-Fi by the second week of August for simple donations! They'll also be up in September if you don't want to pay for early access! I'll be happy just sharing these tbh you'll also probably see landscape art for some scenes in chapters as well, so stay tuned.

Last, but not least. Don't forget to drink water n take care of yourselves. Peace out ✌️

[borisbubbles]

Eurovision 2023: #15

15. SPAIN Blanca Paloma - "Eaea" 17th place

Decade Ranking: 42 / 116 [Above The Busker, below Circus Mircus]

A journey has finally come to an end. Like, idk, I have all the opinions and feelings and no idea how I'll express them. So let's pen them down and figure it out as we go?

So first, let's adress the pinned post: Yep, I was right about Blanca. I am also not particularly happy about it. I didn't just suspect Spain would come top three in the final going into the show, I was actively convinced it would happen and looked forward to it. The result we got aligned only with my first instincts so maybe the problem is allowing myself to be gaslit instead of confidently believing in my divining abilities? Or maybe the problem is just the Spanish Fandom, who can tell.

Secondly, as for why we got there, well: consider this little statement i made pre-show:

That has always been the crux of my opinion on Eaea. The problem was the song. It was never bad but always unvoteable. From the moment I first heard it for Benidorm reviews, all the way to five points, you just knew it was too out there to have mass appeal. When I then saw the staging at Benidorm, it confirmed my suspicions really. In order to get televotes, you need to stage literally, not laterally. Eaea was the Jezinky of Spain.

However, I always kinda sorta liked it overall anyway?

As we saw with Mae even if you have one big "drawback" (and it wasn't that Eaea was bad, it was just too pedantic to compete for televotes, something its obtuse fans failed to understand) but do the rest right, the net result is still a net positive. Foremost, Eaea was a visual treat that I loved to look at. Not just "more than i enjoyed hearing it", no backhanded compliments like that. It's just what it excelled at: Blanca was a performer of exceptional charm and talent, and employed her skills to their optimum. There's a reason why I thought Spain would win the jury vote going into rehearsals, and that's solely because I trusted Blanca's expertise would be enough to EAT.

And honestly, she at least... moderately gobbled? Like THIS:

and THIS:

and THIS:

Is all great? I never thought Eaea was the masterpiece (can we please STOP using that term for any offbeat Eurovision song we like PLEASE) others deemed it to be, it was a quirky little fusion of flamenco traditions with modernist staging, by a great singer who nailed the difficult vocals. For better or for worse, Blanca understood the assignment that Eurovision is foremost a Live Performance Contest and made an effort to be as good as possible.

So yeah, I did vote for Blanca on the night. Twice. Even if one felt like the song was too much Piece and not enough Song, she had earned a high spot up the scoreboard for her performance and determination, so I cast a vote for her in support of that cuz you know, nature is healing. Then I fatfingered a second one by accident, making me one of ten people in Belgium who voted for Spain, and the only one to vote for them more than once. AND YOU THOUGHT, I WAS A HATER, DIDN'T YOU?

Okay, so the results. Five points SEEMS really harsh but Käärijä really was a force of fatal attraction and natural devastation that we've only truly seen once before under normal circumstances, and anyone else should have been pleased to have had any scraps left after his cultural reset. Blanca was never gonna get much of that, we already went through why.

But what about Juries? Well, they flocked to Sweden and Italy like we all suspected they would, which is a boring outcome, but both Loreen and Marco nailed their lives so w/e fine. If I wanted the juries to reward Blanca for her grit, why be angry when they did the same for Sweden and Italy?

However, to once again beat a dead equine, that *other* one in the jury top three being there, and over Blanca specifically, has to be the worst jury decision since their re-implementation. Like worse than Fade to Black qualifying into three jury twelves. Worse than Baby Eats You scoring 82 points over Blackbird. The juries exist specifically to reward layered art like Eaea and quirky outsiders like Blanca and they erred. 10th in jury, what the shit? The argument that Eaea wasn't good enough a song doesn't hold up because Ewnicorn was the worst composition in the year.

So in the end, I am back where I started: at mild like. You'd expect me to feel smug, but honestly, I mostly just feel melancholic. Eaea truly was a unique Piece and its result made me realize that, should Eurovision revert back to full-televote which is what Österdahl seems to want (🙄), it's the Eaeas that will become extinct first*.

THE RANKING

you have NO idea how much anxiety "Veronika" is giving me rn. 😬

you also have NO idea how much i'd kill for an Eaea in 2024's Benifest.

[kiankiwi]

Baby E just getting sick on stage since jer gave him way too much milk but thankfully it was only a practice show

I missed little!E so so much!

*

You could tell there was something wrong with Elvis because he would grimace whenever he tried to dance during tonight's rehearsal.

"Oh no..." Jerry muttered beside you.

Your motherly/caregiver side came out of you when you heard the concern in Jerry's voice. "What do you mean 'uh oh' Jerry?"

"I was feeding El a bottle before rehearsal since he doesn't dance too much during and I think it made him have a a sick tummy..." Jerry confessed. You groaned. "Oh no, Jerry why.." Jerry groaned, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Hopefully he doesn't puke." You groaned. "Did you at least burp him?" Jerry nodded. "'Course I did. I just didn't expect him to dance during rehearsal." You sighed. "It's okay Jer."

Just then, Elvis stopped the music and the backup singers and ran over to you with an anxious expression. "Momma, tummy hurts." Elvis said as he hugged you.

"Okay baby, okay you're okay. You gonna throw up?" Elvis nodded as he put his hand over his mouth. "Alright baby, come on." You attempted to walk him across the stage to bring him to the back but halfway across the stage, Elvis groaned and doubled over, puking up all the milk he had a bit ago.

You cringed for a minute as Elvis retched all over the stage. "Oh, baby. You're alright, get it all up." You whispered as you rubbed Elvis' back softly. "You're alright, mama's right here." Elvis threw up for about five minutes before he groaned and straightened. "I'm sorry mama, Elvie made a mess." You nodded. "It's alright baby, it was an accident. We'll get it cleaned up. For now, let's get you up to bed okay? How do you feel now?" You asked.

Elvis whimpered. "Mama carry Elvie to bed?" You smiled at how cute Elvis was. "Yes baby, mama will carry you."

You walked through the hotel with Elvis on your hip and into the elevator up to Elvis' private suite. Halfway up, Elvis hitched his breath. "What is it baby?" You asked, rubbing Elvis' upper back. "G-gonna happen again." Elvis whimpered as he cried. you tried to stay calm and prepare to be painted in vomit.

"Oh that's okay baby, hold on we're almost there.." You held your cupped hand under Elvis' chin to catch anything just in case before you ran to the room as Elvis moaned. You got the suite's bathroom just in time for Elvis to gag and dryheave into the sink. "Oh I know baby, it's okay, mama's right here." You cooed as you rubbed his back. "All done baby? You didn't get anything up this time..." Elvis wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. "Done mama..." You cooed. "Alright lovie, let's get you in bed with your blankie and your stuffie." Elvis nodded and cuddled with his blankie as you tucked him in.

A few hours later, Jerry came by to check on his friend. "He's still asleep..." You whispered as Jerry poked his head in. "YN I'm sorry, I didn't know it would make him sick." You sighed. "It's alright Jer, he's fine now it was just the all that dancing so soon after he ate, I suspect he's fine now." Jerry nodded. "It's nothing you did, I promise. Elvis doesn't blame you either." You said, comforting the man. Jerry nodded. "Alright, well let me know when the little guy feels better okay? I'll keep the colonel occupied til then." You nodded. "Thank you Jer."

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Finally another little!Elvis fic!!!!! woo!!! @elvispresleywife