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how many did you need to buy everything? saw someone did the maths and it was 3k or smth right?

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Sweetling

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Smut Word Count - 2670

Smut (18+) - heavy kissing/ nudity/ nipple play/ bitting/ fingering/ Full sex/ Penetration/ unprotected/ PinV/ praising/ maidenhead (Virginty)/ creampie/ O/ Forced O/ (I think that's all of them)

Jacaerys sat in his chambers deep within Dragonstone, a storm hung over the castle, rain battering every high window, Jace sat by the fire with a cup of wine. Tomorrow he will be married. He felt so strange about it but he knew he must do his duty. He took his time contemplating the life he was to have, to one day be king with a queen by his side, heirs of his own. All of it began to feel so horrid in his heart. A knock came upon the door of Jacaerys' chambers, an unexpected one. "Come in!" He calls unsure whom he could expect,

The door opened to Y/n one of the castle maids, she was often the maid he found himself closest with, he did find her very beautiful and kind but he forced such thoughts away as he knew his fate in the morning, she held a flagon of wine in her hand as she came into his chambers, "I hope I am no disturbing you, prince Jacaerys,"

"No, not even in the slightest." He smiled gently as his eyes fixated upon her face. "What brings you here tonight?"

She came over and set the flag on the table "I wanted to deliver you a fine wine from the kitchens, Prince Jacaerys, I'm sure tonight weighs on your mind…” She said pouring him a goblet,

His hand grasped the goblet and slowly lifted it to his lips, the sweet and fruity taste of the vintage red wine washing over his tongue. He swallowed slowly, keeping his eyes fixed on the maid. "Thank you, Sweet Y/n..." he smiled even if he wanted to say more. The name rolled easily off his lips in a honeyed whisper, though his eyes remained fixed on hers. A smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

she blushed "You’re welcome, Prince Jacaerys,"

His eyes fell from hers and to her dress. It hugged her waist as it fell to her ankles, her body on full display to his eyes. She was a lovely maid, no doubt. And she was here. in his privy chambers… A small mischievous smile curled at the corner of his mouth, his fingers brushing past hers, as he took another sip of his wine.

She moved slightly fiddling with her nails as she spoke up again "Forgive me Prince Jacaerys, but I... I must admit... I did have a motivation for visiting you and bringing the wine this evening"

His mouth parted slightly at her confession. His eyes flickered from her hands to her mouth, then back up to her eyes once more. "And what is this motivation, sweet Y/n?" He took another sip of wine as she spoke, the red liquid filling his mouth once more as he waited for her to answer.

She held her breath her eyes on the floor before finally meeting his, she waited for him to take the goblet from his lips and swallow the wine and as soon as he did she said,

"this."

She closed the gap between them resting her hands on his doublet and pressing her soft lips to his, His eyes widened slightly as she closed the gap with a kiss, and his hand instinctively dropped the goblet and moved to cup her chin as she pressed her lips to his. Seven Hells… he thought, their bodies close enough for him to feel the curves of her breasts against his chest, her breath warm on his face. Eventually, he pulled back from the kiss, his eyes searching hers before falling back down to her mouth. She turned bright red her fingers gripping his doublet as she looked at his eyes

"Please do not send me away Prince Jacaerys, I know I shouldn't do such a thing but I-"

"Quiet." Jacaerys' voice was firm and firm as his hand moved to settle under her chin, tilting her head upwards to meet his eyes. "You will not be sent away, sweet Y/n." His gaze was piercing as he spoke, his thumb gently brushing her lips as if savouring the touch. "You are a beautiful young woman, why shouldn't you get what you want?"

"Because you are the prince... I am... Nothing but a maid." She said sadly, "Forgive me for my foolishness but... Tomorrow you shall be married and, for just a single moment I wanted to still believe in my dreams. I knew I would never have a chance again,"

"Shhh. Shhhh." Jacaerys' thumb moved from her lips to her cheek, gently brushing it. "I may be a prince but I am still a man with desires." His brow furrowed and a dark look came over his face. "Besides, I... I was forced into this impending marriage." His thumb now gently caressed her neck, feeling the smooth flesh. "And I would not say you're nothing." The Prince's lips pressed to hers once more, hungrily, the taste of her sweet as the wine they drank and twice as delicious. "What is your dream, sweet Y/n?" He asked when he pulled away again, his body pressing against hers, his fingers toying with the laces of her dress.

She blushed and trembled in his arms as she whispered against his lips, "To be yours. Utterly. To give you my Maidenhead and share a night of lovers as if there was some hope that we could ever be,"

"Then we have something in common," he whispered back, a soft smile on his lips. His head gently dipped to the crook of her throat, leaving kisses on the soft flesh, his hands on her stomach. "For we have tonight and I would not waste it, sweet lady."

"We have tonight and I would wish only for this night to be endless," she muttered pulling his lips to hers and kissing him once more she moved his hand to the laces of her dress

“Gods, please let it be so…” His hands worked at the laces of her dress, pulling at them until the fabric fell to her ankles. He felt her warmth and her bare flesh against his hands and it sent a shiver down his spine. "You are beautiful, no doubt." He murmured between kisses, leading her towards his bed, "Your flesh is as sweet as honey."

She giggled slightly at being completely exposed, she turned them both and gave him a sweet kiss before she knelt on his bed with a wide and Eager smile "I am yours Prince Jacaerys. To do as you wish until dawn. I will not argue or protest whatever will please you. I swear my utter devotion and offer myself as I am,"

Her submission and devotion to his will caused his breath to get caught in his throat for a moment, his eyes locked to hers. "You're far too sweet for me, sweetling." He whispered as he began to remove his clothes. "If only the Gods would allow us this moment forever." He sat down on the bed and pulled his shirt off, discarding it before crawling over her, his hands on her bare flesh. "How do I even begin with so much beauty…" he growled, His mouth was on hers again, his lips desperately searching hers, before moving lower and lower, and lower still until they were upon her collar, and then her breast, his tongue upon her darker peak as it hardened and stiffened in response to his touch. His body pressed against her and all he could feel was silk skin on his flesh. She squealed in excitement pulling on his hair, A low growl escaped the Prince’s lips, his mouth pulling at her nipple. “Gods… do you even know how much I want you?” His mouth continued to lavish attention upon her breast, his body shifting over her until he hovered over her,

"It is not wanting that I feel for you Jacaerys but need," she muttered, "Please have mercy on my foolish innocence! But even your mere mouth is already sending my body to the edge of pleasure!"

“Mercy? Mercy…” His mouth pulled away from her breast, his eyes dark as his lips curled into a predatory smile. “Oh sweet Y/n, if you think this is a pleasure just wait till I am fully inside of you. My mercy will be far from your mind.”

She screamed at his touch, her body shaking, "I will not pray to the gods for mercy but for your satisfaction of the needs of my prince. Whatever it is you desire you may take from me. No matter how sick. How cruel. How... Depraved" she muttered

“Gods…” He muttered, his eyes wide as she spoke so shamelessly. He had a mind full of sinful ideas now, each one more perverse than the last. The Prince felt as hard as the iron throne and his body pressed against the maid’s, his eyes fixated upon her mouth. “Tell me, You’re Maidenhead?” His free hand slipped between her legs, feeling her warm lips upon his fingers.

She squealed, already coating his fingers, her back falling against his sheets as she squirmed for his touch, "My Maidenhead is preserved my prince, and it is yours to ravish and destroy."

“As it should….” His voice was low, almost like a purr as he watched her squirm and react to the slightest touch of his fingers, the most sinful part of his brain already calculating the next move. The prince was far too tempted to deny her and himself his pleasure. He could wait no longer. He had to have her. “You have no objections about… losing it?”

"no, I'll give it to you. Willingly. And happily my prince!"

“You are a feast before me, sweet Y/n,” Jacaerys leaned down, his nose and mouth on the side of her face, his lips near her ear as he spoke slowly. “And I have been starving.” His hand grabbed one of her thighs adjusting her to widen her thighs for him as far as they would go while he unlaced his britches.

"Then your feast lays out on the table awaiting you to satisfy your hunger, my prince."

“That it does…” His eyes locked to hers and he felt the world spin around for a moment as he took his hard cock in hand, he stroked it a few times but already he was hard as stone so he kissed her neck before he slowly pushed himself inside her. At first, he had planned to take it slowly, to savour this moment, “Seven Hells, sweet girl…” A groan escaped his lips and he felt more feral than he had ever felt…

She groaned, whined and squirmed at the feeling of him making his way inside her, but her sounds became fuel for his hips to move hard and fast a slave to his pleasure, his movements already causing her endless pleasures, her hands sat on his lower stomach as if she prays and worships him in this moment, “Gods… sweet girl… sweet Y/n….” He repeated over and over as he pushed further inside her, “You feel so good…” His eyes were squeezed shut and he was slowly losing his mind. Her moans and whimpers fed a dark, possessive part of him. He wanted more “I’m going to have you again and again…” His pace kept steady, a gentle rocking motion that grew stronger with each passing thrust. His breaths were hot on her neck and he felt her breath in return. “You’re mine now… sweet girl.”

She began to scream and plead, repeating his name like a mantra, her body trembling, "I am yours, my prince. For tonight."

“You’re mine for longer than tonight… you’ll crave this sweet girl…” The words split from his mouth as the world seemed to slowly start to blur around him. His body continued to thrust into her, his hand snaking down between them, to gently brush the bud of her pleasure stroking softly on her clit. “I feel myself getting lost sweetling…”

She began to let tears slip as she squirmed under him, her whole body trembling and gasping as his hips and hands rubbing brought her closer and closer, "I can only be yours tonight... Tomorrow you will wed and I will be nothing once again, your lady will take your bed and you will have only a need for her,"

He felt his body begin to shake as she whispered his fate in his ear, the words bringing a sharp pain in his gut. Yet he pushed through it, feeling her body shiver and respond to him more and more. She was so tight… so tight...gods, I never want to pull away “If only you knew how wrong you are.” He buried himself deeper in her than he had before, groaning lowly. “I can’t think of her like this… with you under me, crying my name.” He worked on her clit, rubbing it, keeping her on the edge of orgasm. “I need you… need you, sweet girl…” His head was swimming. If this is what the edge of madness feels like, then Gods let him fall. “You will be mine for as long as I live. I…”

he was cut off by her loud animalistic scream, her head thrown back her body trembling and contorting out of her control, tightening on him, her nails digging into his stomach, her body floods a puddle of squirt on the bed, sweat across her skin, she groans and moans his name so it echos off the walls,

His head snapped up, feeling her walls tighten around him, her body trembling and writhing underneath him. Gods… oh Gods… The Prince panted heavily, feeling her nails on his stomach, a slight flash of pain that sent him further over the edge. “Keep me… keep me from madness… I’m so close… sweet girl…”

she gasped and whimpered his name riding out her high,

The Prince groaned at the sound of her whimper, his body shaking as he tried to hold on a little longer. He wanted to see her orgasm once more. “Again…”

"What?" She whimpers,

“Again.” He repeated, pressing his lips gently against her neck. “Reach the peak once more… let me hear you, my sweet girl…”

"yes Jacaerys" she nodded already moaning from overstimulation,

It was almost too much for him, her sounds filling the room and filling his ears, her core squeezed him, almost like a vice. “Gods… oh gods…” His body shivered as he worked hard to keep himself from losing his mind. He leaned down and whispered to her. “Beg for it sweetling, plead. Beg me for the release, the pleasure.”

"please please Jacaerys, please my prince, give me mercy from my desperation, give me pleasure from my endless frustration, I beg of you! Give me a release and I will be your mindless slave of a doll for only your use my master. Please! Fill inside me with the seed of house Velaryon and let me mother a thousand of your bastards," she begs between her loud moans,

That was his undoing once and for all, her begging and pleading, the thought of filling her again and again and again, having a thousand of his bastards! His body slammed into her and a low, guttural groan escaped his lips. He felt euphoric like he was floating, his mind finally crossing the edge and becoming lost in bliss. His seed split into her and he trembled, feeling her flesh against him, her moans and whines in his ears, Gods… his high was what tipped her over screaming louder than the first as she reached her second her body contorting under him as his hips jerk oddly and uncontrollably as his sweat coats his body and his breath hitches, “Sweet girl…” He whispered as he panted heavily, collapsing his body on top of hers.

She was beautiful and perfect, and he wanted this to be his reality forever. But the truth was that come morning his life would come crashing down on him. She had made that clear. He pushed those thoughts aside for now, his mind on the bliss he felt at this moment, their bodies so close…

“I’m so glad you knocked on my doors tonight Sweetling,” he whispered, kissing her shoulder lazily, one of his hands gently stroking her stomach. 

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3. Plush

Definition: something soft or luxurious

Summary: It's been weeks since Jimmy has gotten any sleep and it's really starting to affect him. Grian and Joel notice and try to help.

Warnings: Sleep Deprivation

G/t: Grian and Joel are humans, Jimmy is a borrower

Word Count: 2670

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This is another fic within the Bad Boys Borrower College AU! Or BBBCAU for short, I guess lol.

Also, I realized some of you guys might not know what borrowers are. So here is a quick explanation.

A borrower is a tiny person who is only a few inches tall. They are human in appearance other than their size and their whole thing is living in walls and 'borrowing' things from humans to help them survive, all without being caught. They were created by Mary Norton back in 1952 in the form of a book series! Since then there have been several movie adaptations, including a Studio Ghibli film called The Secret World of Arrietty!

Hopefully that helped! And I hope you enjoy!

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 Jimmy had not been getting a lot of sleep lately.

 It used to come to him so easily too, he used to be able to just lay down, close his eyes, and the next thing he knew, it would be morning. He didn’t know how much of a good thing he had until it was gone because nowadays it felt like he wasn’t getting any sleep at all. 

 Jimmy glanced over at the time, from an old watch he managed to borrow, and groaned as he realized what time it was. So much for his nap. With a heavy sigh, he got out of bed, something small he had put together with some borrowed tissues and a (clean) sock. He stretched and rubbed at his eyes to try and stop the stinging. 

 He was on autopilot as he grabbed his bag and hook and got all of his other things together. He was barely aware as he left his little nook and walked along the inner walls. Time seemed to jump forward as Jimmy blinked back into consciousness, looking around and realizing he had somehow made it all the way to Grian and Joel’s room already.

 Well that wasn’t the least bit concerning.

 Shaking his head, Jimmy scouted out his surroundings. Grian and Joel still weren’t back yet, so the coast was clear. He came out from underneath the desk and headed over toward Joel’s nightstand. With how the room was set up, Joel’s nightstand was more in the center of the room, with Joel’s bed facing vertically from where the door was. Grian’s was on the opposite wall but facing horizontally from the door, so his nightstand was more off to the side.

 All this to say, Jimmy had made it a habit to go to Joel’s nightstand whenever he visited. It was just the easier one to get to and see the whole room from. Once he made it to the nightstand, he unfurled his hook, doing his best to concentrate on not getting it tangled. He hard blinked a few times to keep himself focused and then pulled back and swung the hook upwards.

 The hook missed by a short distance and fell back to the floor in front of Jimmy. He winced and gathered it up to try again. He narrowed his eyes and let it go once more. This time, the hook caught the side of the nightstand. Jimmy tested the rope strength briefly before climbing up.

 He pulled himself up and onto the table and then turned back around to wind his hook and rope back up. Once that was done, he shoved it back into his bag and sat down to wait for Grian and Joel to get back.

 He sat back against the lamp because he wasn’t sure if he would be able to keep himself upright otherwise. He was so tired and yet sleep still eluded him. How was that fair? Maybe if he continued to not sleep he would simply pass out eventually. He’d be lying if he said that didn’t sound appealing. Even just a little bit.

 His eyes drifted close…but then he opened them a moment later when the door to the room opened up. His eyes were a bit blurry but he could see who was clearly Grian and Joel enter the room and close the door behind them.

 “--And then he just up and left.” Joel said as he came in, Jimmy missing whatever it was he had said to start with. They seemed to be in the middle of talking and Jimmy didn’t want to interrupt them, so he stayed quiet and waited for a chance to chime in. For now, he watched as Joel swung his backpack off his shoulder and haphazardly tossed it onto the floor by the foot of his bed.

 “Well that doesn’t sound like him at all.” Grian said back with a hum. He went over to his desk and placed his bag on top of it, opening it up and shifting through it, taking out some books and papers and putting them on the desk as well. “Did Tango say anything else?”

 Joel shrugged, leaning against his desk to look at Grian. “Just that he came back a few hours later and pretended nothing had happened.” 

 “Weird.” Grian simply replied with.

 Honestly, Jimmy had barely been listening to their actual words. He had already forgotten what the conversation had entailed, at least what little of it he had heard. Hearing them speak was familiar and nice and it just made his eyes feel even more heavy.

 Jimmy was startled out of his sleepiness as Joel’s voice cut through. “Jimmy? When did you get here?” Joel said with a hint of surprise in his voice. Jimmy blinked and looked up to see Joel had come closer to where Jimmy was sitting, looming over him and looking down with raised eyebrows.

 It took Jimmy a moment to answer. “Oh, um…not too long I don’t think.” Jimmy answered, realizing he was unsure. It didn’t feel like too long but time was acting really funny right now.

 “Well next time say something.” Joel said with a slight frown.

 “Yeah, we would prefer to know where you are at all times.” Grian had chimed in, coming over to get a better look at where Jimmy was. “For obvious reasons.”

 Jimmy winced, realizing staying quiet had been a bad idea. He just hadn’t wanted to interrupt them, that’s all. And he was too tired to make an effort to get them to see him. It was fine, he had made sure he was in a good and safe spot before they had gotten there. 

 Despite these thoughts though, he simply nodded. Though as he nodded he let his head hang low for longer than he should have. He blinked his eyes open, not realizing he had closed them and righted his head to look back up at the two humans. They suddenly looked concerned.

 “Is something wrong Tim?” Grian asked, eyes scanning over his body. 

 “No, no, I’m fine.” Jimmy said, trying his best to not sound as tired as he felt. He didn’t want them to worry. This was his problem to deal with. The humans had their own problems and they didn’t need to be worrying about Jimmy on top of them. 

 Unfortunately, his words were met with skepticism. Joel, being closer, squatted down in order to get a good look at Jimmy. Jimmy tried to turn his head away, to hide how he must look with no sleep, but a finger suddenly filled his vision and gently guided his head back forward. The finger stayed there as Joel looked at him and so Jimmy saw when his face fell. 

 “Jimmy, what happened?” Joel asked, and as he did so a thumb entered his vision and ran under his eyes. Once again, the touch was featherlight and gentle but Jimmy still flinched back a little from the touch. Joel noticed and took his thumb back but the finger touching the right side of his face remained. “You’ve got dark circles under your eyes, your hair is a mess, and…well, honestly you just look plain awful.”

 Jimmy glared at him though he knew it wasn’t intended to be an insult. The amount of worry in Joel’s voice at least told him that much. He hadn’t seen himself in a mirror in a while, but he was sure Joel was telling the truth about how he must look. 

 He wasn’t going to be able to hide it from them now. So he might as well tell them. Jimmy sighed. “I…I just haven’t been getting enough sleep. That’s all.”

 Grian and Joel exchanged looks. “How long has it been?” Grian asked after a moment.

 Jimmy thought back but honestly couldn’t remember when this had started. He shrugged. “It’s…been a while now, I think.” He forced his brain to work. “Maybe…um…” Jimmy trailed off. The answer had come to him but he was thinking maybe he shouldn’t say anything. But the constant worried looks from his two friends made him realize he needed to. “Maybe shortly after meeting you guys? So…two or three weeks? Something like that.”

 Joel blinked in shock. “Are you saying you haven’t really been sleeping for three weeks.” Joel looked at Jimmy with wide eyes and then moved to look at Grian. Grian’s eyes were narrowed in thought and worry.

 “Is it…our fault?” Grian asked a bit hesitantly. Joel froze and then finally took his hand back from where he had been touching Jimmy. 

 Jimmy missed the contact as soon as it left but turned to Grian to focus on what he had said. His eyes widened when it finally registered. “What? No! It’s-it’s not your guys fault!” Jimmy said, standing up a little too fast and feeling a little dizzy. He recovered quickly though. “Do you really think I would keep coming back here if I was so distraught about being found by you guys that I couldn’t sleep properly?” Jimmy asked, raising an eyebrow.

 Grian and Joel looked at each other, each with a slight wince and Jimmy frowned. “The answer is no, by the way.” Jimmy said, not letting them answer after seeing that. 

 Joel looked like he wanted to say something, but he bit his lip and Grian shook his head with a small sigh to himself. “Okay, then if that’s not it, what else could it be?” Grian said, and Jimmy was thankful for Grian moving right along. Though Jimmy made a mental note to talk to them about that reaction later on. Once he had enough brain to actually figure out what it meant.

 “I really don’t know…” Jimmy answered with a sigh. “My bed back at home just hasn’t been feeling as comfortable as before, I guess. And, I don’t know, it’s almost…too dark? In the walls now. Which has never been a problem before but…” The more he spoke, the more he was realizing, but he was still confused on why he was feeling differently about these things.

 “That’s weird.” Joel said, also trying to think why that would be.

 Grian, on the other hand, connected the dots and already had a pretty good idea why Jimmy wasn’t able to sleep. Instead of saying anything, however, he decided to try something first. “How about we help you try and get some sleep? We humans have some remedies that might just work for you.”

 Jimmy blinked, not having heard of this before. “Remedies?”

 Grian nodded. “Yep. I mean, it doesn’t hurt to try. Right?”

 Jimmy supposed that was true. The worst that would probably happen is that it just didn’t work. And the best is that he could finally get some sleep. “Okay. I’m willing to try.”

 Grian smirked, his plan now in action. “Great! Then the first one we can try is drinking warm milk.” He turned to Joel. “You mind going to get us some?”

 Joel blinked. “Wait, why do I have to do it?” 

 Grian shrugged, trying his best to appear nonchalant. “Cause I have some other stuff I can help Jimmy try while you go grab it.”

 Joel glared at him but sighed. “Fine. I’ll be back, I guess.” Joel grabbed his keys from the desk and then left the room, heading for the dorm’s kitchen area. Grian then turned back to Jimmy, ready for the last part of his plan now that Joel was gone.

 “Okay, while he’s doing that, let’s get you somewhere more comfortable.” Grian came closer and scooped Jimmy up, careful of how he was doing so. Jimmy let out a little noise of surprise but otherwise barely reacted. Already Grian could see Jimmy snuggling into the warmth of his hand, which was already proving the theory he had worked out.

 Grian sat on Joel’s bed and set Jimmy down in the middle, up enough so he could still use some of the pillow. He then pulled up the blanket and laid it across the borrower, careful to not cover his head. 

 Jimmy snuggled into the plush mattress. He had been in these beds only a handful of times so far but everytime it was like heaven. Jimmy imagined this was what a cloud must feel like but with the addition of being oh so warm. The feeling was already making Jimmy’s eyes droop.

 Grian smirked. “Comfy?”

 Jimmy nodded. “Yeah…” he trailed off into a sigh, snuggling his head further into the pillow. 

 Grian hummed as he watched Jimmy’s eyes fully close and his chest became a steady up and down. Grian grinned, patting himself on the back for figuring it out and getting Jimmy to finally fall asleep.

 It was at that moment that Joel came back, a glass of warm milk in his hand. “Alright, I got it.”

 “Shh!” Grian shushed him and Joel froze. Grian gently pushed himself off the bed, careful to not disturb Jimmy and walked over to Joel. “Jimmy’s asleep.” He whispered. And Joel frowned.

 “What was the point in me going to get the milk then?” Joel asked in a whisper, a bit annoyed at the unnecessary journey. Grian smirked, pointing over to Joel’s bed. Joel blinked and put the glass of milk down before walking over. Sure enough, Jimmy was there in the center, sound asleep.

 “Seriously? You made me leave so you could put Jimmy in my bed?” Joel asked, still keeping his voice low. Grian nodded and Joel huffed. “You could have at least left me some room here.” Joel motioned to the bed and the fact that Jimmy was right in the middle.

 Grian shrugged. “You could move him but then you’d risk waking him up.”

 Joel rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “Yeah, no. I’m not going to do that to him. He clearly needs the sleep.” Joel looked at Jimmy for a long moment, mesmerized by how peaceful the borrower looked. “How did you get him to fall asleep anyway?” Joel hadn’t even been gone that long.

 “I figured out what was keeping him from sleeping in the first place.” Grian said, looking over at Jimmy. “I think…it is sort of our fault he hasn’t been able to sleep lately.”

 Joel blinked. “But, he said--”

 Grian cut him off. “I know but not in that way. I think we’ve been…well, spoiling him.”

 “Spoiling him.” Joel repeated, confused. “How so?”

 “Think about what he said before. His bed is no longer comfortable, he thinks his home is too dark, etcetera, etcetera.” Grian said, waving his hand along. “That’s technically our fault. He’s been out here, he’s been in our beds before, he’s used to how light our room is…” Grian explained, trailing off as Joel started to get what Grian was saying. “He couldn’t sleep because we gave him the chance to actually feel comfortable and now his old set up isn’t the same anymore.”

 “Oh.” Joel said, taking it all in. “Wow, that’s…” He looked over to Jimmy, still sleeping peacefully.

 “I know.” Grian said, despite Joel not finishing his sentence. “We should talk to him about it once he wakes up. Maybe…instead of going back to the walls he can stay with us.”

 Joel nodded. “Yeah, no, that sounds good to me.” Joel paused for a moment. “You think he’ll say yes?

 Grian nodded. “I think so. If we explain to him what happened and why he hasn’t been sleeping. I think he’ll be willing.” Grian shrugged and sat on his bed. “Besides, it’s a win win. Jimmy gets more sleep and you and I get to see him more.”

 Joel nodded, he did want to see Jimmy more especially if it meant it was also benefiting Jimmy as well. “Alright then, we’ll talk to him when he wakes up.” Now that that was settled, he went back to glaring at Grian. “Now onto the topic of where I’m going to sleep tonight.”

 Grian smirked.

 Joel ended up sleeping on the floor that night.

[flowerprincesscherryblossom]

angels

pairing: Female Reader x Kim Namjoon word count: 2670 warnings: angst, dad!joon, mention of mandatory military enlist series masterlist A/N: Hello everyone🤗 it's been a long while since i've posted anything but this has been just the absolute worse and i couldn't get my mind behind anything. the title and inspiration for comes from the song Angels by Michele Morrone which i actually suggest you check out while reading this Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

Balancing idol life and private life is a difficult task in itself, matters being made worse by having a secret daughter and a possible relationship with you.

You and Namjoon had been stuck in, what he called a strange version of a will-they-won't-they. You had said that there wasn't a chance for the both of you due to the sense of danger of how people would react, but you had also said that if he was willing to wait for you that you'd give him a chance.

And he did.

He waited until you were comfortable enough to be his once again. And now the both of you acted as if you were in the beginning of your relationship all those years ago, little kisses, small touches, and other stuff.

The difference between then and now was that, before, both of you called yourself boyfriend and girlfriend, now, there was no label. He figured that you didn't want the label, or at the very least saying it aloud because a part of you was still scared of feeling that same hurt all those years ago.

As much as all the hiding annoyed him sometimes, he knew better than to push you out of your comfort zone. One wrong step from him and Namjoon could lose you and Ayeong, and that's something he wouldn't be able to live with.

The three-year absence had done more than enough damage between him and his daughter, so much he had missed - her first words, her first steps, etc. - and continued to miss, all because of how busy his idol life would get, all because he wasn't allowed to be with his daughter as freely as he wanted.

A three-year absence… Something that he was about to do again.

The conversation about whether or not BTS would fulfill their mandatory military service had been around for a couple of years, and now, all of them had decided to go of their own accord.

The members had been surprised that their leader had decided to go, since the first time the six of them met the three-year-old Namjoon had said that, despite the busy schedule he still wanted to spend as much time with her as he could.

He couldn't blame them, and, in all honesty, he felt the exact same.

Maybe surprised wasn't the correct term, he felt more shocked and confused that he had uttered those words without a moment of hesitation.

Back when the 'will BTS go to the military' conversation started, he had said that he would go if called for, all seven of them did, they wanted to serve their country.

But that conversation had started before his daughter was part of his life, before she was born.

It would certainly raise a few eyebrows if he didn't go with them, wouldn't it? Namjoon could postpone it for a little while but eventually, he'd have to go.

He knew you'd be understanding of the situation, you were fully aware of the possibility when the both of you were dating, but Ayeong was a completely different story.

When he met her it already had been three years after her birth, the poor girl hadn't even been aware that she had a father until he showed up at your house. She had become quickly attached to him after that first meeting, and he had tried to the best of his abilities to spend as much time as he could and to be a good father to her.

When he had to leave for another city or country he always made sure to video chat nearly every single day, no matter how much the tiredness of the day grasped at his skin, all because of her.

But now it was different, he wouldn't be leaving for hours, days, or months, he'd be gone for almost three years. By the time he came back, his little girl would be six years old, and he would've missed so much by then.

Life was truly cyclical - he broke your heart, leaving you alone with an unshared unexpected pregnancy, only to come back three years later and find a place in both of your and your daughter's hearts, only to leave again and come back after another three years.

It's like poetry, it rhymes.

It had been hours since Namjoon had closed himself off in his studio, leaning back against his seat and going through each drawing Ayeong had made for him over and over again, with the only sound being the heavy rain hitting the building, raining like the day he reencountered you after three years and the first time he saw his daughter, the depression of the entire situation piercing his heart with each picture.

Namjoon doesn't know how long he's been stuck in this cycle, but eventually, he released a deep breath, cracking his neck and taking hold of his phone to check the time. It was almost ten pm, no missed calls or unread messages waiting for him.

With a sigh he unlocked the phone and sent you a text, asking if he could come over. The three dotted text bubble kept appearing and disappearing for a while before you finally settled and sent a simple one-word message 'k'.

Without much further ado, he stood up from his seat and stretched his back muscles before walking out the door and towards your house.

The only thing protecting him from the weather was a jacket, a hat, and a mask, with two of those things being more to protect his identity from anyone who might recognize him. He didn't even bother grabbing an umbrella, he wanted the rain to drench him, he wanted his outside to match his inside.

A trip that took minutes felt like hours, each step feeling heavier, almost as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his back. He raised his fist against the door and knocked, feeling as defeated as he had been all those years ago when he had been forced to break up with you.

Much to his chagrin, it hadn't been you who had opened the door but Ayeong, who upon seeing him started going up and down on the tip of her toes, smiling so wide and bright that her dimples were showing while making grabby hands in order to be picked up. "Daddy!"

It felt like an arrow had pierced his heart.

"Hi princess," Namjoon picked up his little girl, holding her tightly in his arms as he hugged her, kissing the top of her head.

"Ayeong, I told you not to open the door without me," you said softly as you leaned against the living room door.

"But mommy," the three-year-old said with her best puppy dog eyes and pout on her lips, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck as Namjoon did his best to keep her in his arms as he closed the door and started to take off his shoes.

You simply rolled your eyes but there was a smile on your face. "No buts, what if it wasn't daddy at the door?"

"Ayeong would yell for daddy," she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, looking at her father with a twinkle in her eyes, almost as if waiting for him to back her up.

He couldn't deny her. "And daddy would come running so fast to save Ayeong and mommy," he tickled her, stepping away from the entrance and in your direction, the sound of her laughter being music to his ears.

"Please don't encourage her," he wrapped his unoccupied arm around you, pulling you close to him, and giving you a peck on the forehead.

Now that he was close to you he could see that the smile didn't reach your eyes, almost like you were forcing yourself to do it, and there was a twinge of sadness in your eyes, almost like you were close to bursting into tears. That was all the confirmation he needed to know that you had heard of the news.

You pulled away from him and turned to your daughter, bopping her nose. "It's time for bed."

The little girl whimpered, pouting and almost looking like she was on the verge of tears, holding as tightly as she could to her father. Seeing as you remained unmoved Ayeong kept whimpering while her free hand started to hit Namjoon's shoulder, urging him to make you change your mind. Which he did, doing his best puppy dog eyes while pouting as well.

The staring contest went on for a couple of seconds before you finally admitted defeat, rolling your eyes and releasing a sigh. "Fine, you can stay up for a little longer," with that you left father and daughter on their own and walked towards the kitchen.

At the victory, the three-year-old let out a very excited yay, kissing him on the cheek before squirming away from his hold. Carefully he put her on the floor and watched her walk toward her room, going on the assumption that she was going to grab either one of her plushies or the drawings she loved to make for him.

With a deep breath, Namjoon walked towards the kitchen, finding you leaning against the counter with a cup of hot tea in your hands, eyes focused on the liquid as if it contained the answer to all of life's questions.

You looked at him from the corner of your eye before turning back to your tea. "Do you want anything to drink?"

"No, I'm fine, thanks," he leaned against the counter, standing next to you.

Silence fell between you, Namjoon not knowing what other menial small talk he could do, and he assumed you were feeling the same.

So, instead, he went ahead with the important subject of the conversation. "You heard about it?" you didn't need him to explain what he meant, you knew, so you simply hummed. He gave a small smirk, a sense of déjà-vu caressing his skin. "You don't seem surprised."

A small smirk formed on your lips, no doubt feeling the same way he was. "It was going to happen sooner or later."

Namjoon's arm moved from its place on the counter towards your shoulder, his thumb drawing circles on it, pulling you closer to him and kissing your head. You wrapped one of your arms around his waist, leaning your head against his chest, trying your best not to break down.

Both of you stood like this in silence for some time, before he decided to start speaking again. "You're not going to say anything?"

"Do I get a say in all of this?" you said with a dry laugh as tears started to well up in your eyes.

He didn't reply, for what else could be said? Your opinion on whether or not you wanted him to fulfill the mandatory military service didn't matter, he was going to go anyway.

With a sigh you withdrew from him, walking towards the sink and washing the half-full cup of tea. "Do you want me to talk to her?" you asked without sparing him a glance.

"No," he replied with a sigh of his own. "I should be the one to do it."

On cue, the little three-year-old girl entered the kitchen, running as fast as her tiny legs allowed, while both of her tiny hands griped onto a dozen or so papers, no doubt the many drawings she had made in his absence.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy look!" Ayeong excitedly said, jumping on the tip of her toes while flailing her arms.

And he was going to rip that happiness and shatter it into pieces. It hurt. It hurt so much.

Carefully, Namjoon picked up his daughter and held her tightly. "Let's put you to bed," as he walked towards you he wondered, for a brief second, if Ayeong could hear how monotoned his voice sounded. "Give mommy a kiss goodnight."

You leaned forward and gave her a peck on the cheek, whispering goodnight, and the three-year-old did the same, making extra sure that she wouldn't let go of her drawings.

Once done he walked towards the little girl's bedroom, his steps once again feeling heavier. His mind going in circles on how he would tell about what was going to happen.

In Ayeong's pretty pink bedroom, everything Namjoon did felt incredibly slow. From laying his daughter in her bed to pulling her lilac sheets and tucking her in, something she kept fighting him on as she kept whimpering because of the drawings.

He wasn't sure if it was time, his mind, or himself that made everything feel like it was moving at a snail's pace.

He took a seat on the bed, of which the three-year-old immediately cuddled up against him, and went through each drawing, with the little girl explaining each one. Namjoon decided to be as meticulous as he possibly could, picking at every little thing on each page, just so he could hear Ayeong talk.

Like he wanted to insert the sound of her voice into his mind for the days to come.

After going to all the drawings as slowly as he could, he put them aside on her plastic toy table before settling back on the bed, which his daughter took as an opportunity to climb onto his lap and lay her head on his shoulder as she hugged him.

He reciprocated the hug, doing it as tightly as he could without hurting her, trying his best to not shed any tears.

But as comfortable as he felt, there was a ticking clock going on in his head, telling him that he was running out of time. He was going to leave any day now, and there was still so much he still had to do. He had pushed aside finishing his new album for long enough.

"Ayeong," he said softly, running his hand through her back. "Daddy needs to tell you something."

She lifted her head off his shoulder and looked at her father, sleepiness clear in her eyes. Namjoon took a deep breath, syncing himself up. "Daddy is going away for a while."

"Hmm," the three-year-old rubbed her eyes.

"And…," he bit his bottom lip, his next words feeling painful like he had an incredibly sour lemon on his tongue. "He's not going to be able to see Ayeong for a long time."

She seemed to wake up at his words, and Namjoon could see in her face that she was running what he had said and trying to understand everything.

"Is daddy going on tour?" she struggled with the last word due to her still learning the language, but also because she never liked when he went away, especially when it came to long periods of time.

"No baby, daddy's going to the military and," there was a lump in his throat, it felt incredibly dry. "And he's not going to be able to see or talk with Ayeong for a long time."

The three-year-old probably didn't understand much of what he had said, but what little she did was enough to make her eyes tear up. "Why?"

"It's something daddy needs to do," he released a deep sigh. "He doesn't have much choice."

At his words, his daughter started to finally cry, burying her face on his shoulder and her tiny hands gripping tightly to his jacket.

He didn't say anything for nothing he said could fix what was happening, so he simply held her tight and cradled her in his arms, the tears he tried to contain now falling freely, each whimper and sob from Ayeong piercing his heart over and over again.

Namjoon would have to leave at some point and finish his work before he left for the military.

But not right now, he would leave that for tomorrow morning.

Right now the only thing he wanted was to spend the rest of the night with his daughter in his arms.

[dreamy625]

One-shot - Barbie

Content: Casual drinking and smoking

Words: 2670

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Steve is considering a third drink and determinedly ignoring the clock over the bar as it ticks on from fashionably late to may-as-well-not-bother when he hears in a throaty drawl from behind him:

“Of all the gin joints in all the towns…”

His face breaks into a broad grin, “Barbie!”

“Don’t…” she kisses him on one cheek, “...call me Barbie...” and then the other, “Stevie.”

She hops up on the neighbouring bar stool and reaches for the pack of cigarettes in front of him.

“I knew it was you the second I saw your hair; still bulk-buying the peroxide I see!”

“Still putting your lipstick on with a trowel I see!” he counters, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand before waving to the bartender. “Gin and tonic, no ice, lime not lemon. And another one of these please.”

“So what brings you to my part of town? Do they not have pubs in Chelsea?”

“I’m supposed to be at a party. Industry bigwigs. Journalists. Mensch is making me go.”

“To prove you haven’t been kicked out of the band?”

“You’ve heard the rumours then?”

“Oh yes. But then I also heard you married a stripper and moved to Vegas, so…” she shrugs.

“That sounds more fun. Nah, it just goes on like it always does - do this, do that, don’t do that. The same old merry-go-round. Ages to go on the new record before we can get back out on the road again.” Their drinks arrive and he pushes a five-pound note across the bar. “And you’ve been conspicuous by your absence this past year, what have you been up to?”

“Oh you know, bit of writing, bit of design work. Plying my trade wherever they’ll have me.”

“How many countries this time?”

“Only three so far this year - Greece, Japan, and LA of course.”

“Ahh, jealous, I loved Japan. I’ve just gone back and forth to Dublin about four million times. Joe built his own studio,” he explains.

“Convenient.”

“For Joe it is. Phil’s in the US and Rick’s back in Holland, so the rest of us are clocking up a lot of airmiles.”

“You’ve not considered moving?”

“Nah, I’m settled where I am. Travelling’s good, but I want somewhere to come home to, somewhere that speaks proper English.” 

There’s something he’s carefully not saying and Barbara, of course, hears it loud and clear. “So where’s that American girlfriend of yours?”

“Which one?” asks Steve, lighting another cigarette and offering the packet to his companion. “Don’t matter anyway, answer’s the same - gone, got sick of me and buggered off to pastures new.”

“Oh sweetheart,” She pats his hand before reaching for the matches. “Always unlucky in love.” 

“Ain’t that the truth. Inexplicable really,” he looks down at the countertop before flicking his eyes up to hers, “when I have such good taste in women.”

Barbara laughs, not quite the reaction he’d been hoping for. “Very good Clarkie, have you been practising that?”

“Whaddya mean, works every time.” He turns his head to hide the blush threatening to colour his cheeks and motions to the barman for more drinks. Serves him right for assuming. Changing tack, he asks, “Are you here on your own?”

“Are you about to ask what a nice girl like me is doing in a place like this?”

“I know what you’re doing in here - chatting up strange men so you can pinch their cigarettes! I merely wished to enquire about your social arrangements.”

“Ah, very proper. I came in with some people from the magazine I’ve been writing for, but they’re going for a curry, so I guess I’m footloose and fancy free.”

“Good to know, thank you kindly.” He stubs out the cigarette, pondering his next move…

“Do you want to drink that?” She nods at the double brandy the bartender has just placed in front of him. “Or do you want to come home with me?”

“Can’t I do both?”

“From past experience, no,” smirks Barbara with a flick of her eyes down to his lap.

Steve blinks once before making the fastest decision of his life, pushing the glass back across the bar and dropping down from the bar stool almost in one movement.

A short walk brings them to a three-storey townhouse, not unlike his own, but this one, and the others in the terrace, has been split into flats and has the slightly dilapidated, uncared-for look common to buildings housing an ever-changing population of tenants. Barbara’s flat is on the third floor; high ceilings and fancy wallpaper, but just two rooms. Almost every time he saw her, she was living in a different short-term rental, squat, or half-empty house-sitting gig. The perpetual rolling stone, wherever she lay her hat was her home; although in Barbara’s case the ‘hat’ was three tea chests full of books and records, scarves and tapestries from far-flung places to cover every surface, and a stuffed parrot on a perch. Which meant that every place looked and smelt the same - like a poorly-kept antique store - and Steve would always feel himself being watched by a beady avian eye as he stumbled around in the middle of the night looking for yet another unfamiliar bathroom.

“So let me give you the tour.” Barbara takes three steps into the middle of the living room and does a slow twirl with her arms out. “This concludes our tour.”

“Nice. Frank’s looking well.” He waves to the parrot, so-named for its uncanny resemblance to Frank Zappa, receiving the usual glass-eyed stare in return. 

“So, d’you want a drink?” 

Steve shakes his head. 

“Or coffee?”

Another shake.

“Or…”

Steve smiles a lazy smile. “C’mere.”

Barbara tilts her chin up in mock defiance, but walks towards his open arms, peeling her coat off as she goes.

“I’ve missed you, Barbie.”

“Don’t call me…” The rest of the sentence dissolves into a muffled ‘mmph’ as Steve presses his lips to hers.

Her eager response is both exciting and warmly familiar - hers is a body he knows so well and returns to with delight - and as he works on ridding them both of extraneous clothing on the way to the bedroom, his only concern is picking the correct closed door and not ending up in a broom cupboard!

Later, satisfied and spent, with his girl curled up next to him and tracing drowsy circles on his chest, he lets his mind wander through memories of their long and convoluted relationship. 

Barbara had always roused a mixture of emotions. She was beautiful, charming, clever, and had a worldly sophistication that had been incredibly exotic to a boy who’d barely left Yorkshire. He’d been mesmerised by her from the first meeting, and the years of chance encounters and brief liaisons had done little to diminish her allure. On one hand, she was easy to be with, probably one of, no, the only, person he felt completely comfortable with. She didn’t expect anything of him, or want anything from him. Other than the obvious, which he gave gladly and enthusiastically. Even then, on the few occasions too much booze had made that impossible, she seemed equally happy to sort herself out (which in itself had been a notable lesson in his education in the ways of the modern woman). But on the other hand, why didn’t she want more? Why did she always slip from his grasp just when he’d started to believe that this was more than a dalliance? For Steve, who’d always fallen in love so easily and so completely, the only conclusion was that there was something wrong with him - why else would you so willingly let someone into your bed, but be so unwilling to let them into your heart? His only comfort was that she was, at least, consistent in her inconsistency; each time she would wriggle free but, eventually, there would be another postcard, another message on the answerphone. And each time there would be a tiny spark of hope; this time, maybe this time, she was tired of wandering… 

Steve woke to the sound of a lorry reversing, watery sunlight sneaking through the gap in the curtains, and absolutely no idea where he was. Then he registered the warmth of another body loosely spooned against his back and the familiar scent of Yves Saint Laurent Opium. Oh yeah. With a smile on his face he drifts back to sleep.

The second time he wakes is less peaceful - it sounds like someone in the street repeatedly throwing a tin bath down a flight of stairs.

Beside him, Barbara yawns and mutters, “Bin day.” And then, “What time is it?”

He gropes for his watch discarded on the bedside table and squints at the dial. “Just gone nine.”

She groans and rolls out of bed, lifting a silk dressing gown from its hook on the back of the door before vanishing through it. Steve hears the protesting grumble of an old cistern and then running water. Sliding reluctantly from under the warm heavy quilt, he picks up his shirt from the floor and, pulling it on, follows the sound to a tiny bathroom housed in what he can only assume was originally, before the advent of indoor plumbing, a cupboard. Manoeuvring past Barbara - standing at the sink squeezing toothpaste from a crumpled tube - he pisses in the practically antique toilet and pulls the chain. Putting an arm around either side of her, he rinses his hands under the running tap, giving an involuntary shudder at the icy temperature. He shakes off the water, ‘accidentally’ flicking a few drops at Barbara’s face, which makes her wrinkle up her nose, then wraps his arms around her. She squeaks as his cold hands make contact, but he just hugs tighter. Looking in the mirror above the basin, and trying to ignore whatever sticking-up tangle his hair has knitted itself into overnight, he studies their combined reflection.

When they first got together they’d seemed an ill-suited pairing - he, younger in both looks and life experience than his nineteen years, and she, at thirty, a woman in her prime living a life packed with travel and culture. To the casual observer they may have appeared more like teacher and student than lovers. But they shared the same slightly off-the-wall sense of humour, and the same hunger to see the world and devour all it had to offer, and they had been instantly compatible in the bedroom, so it had worked well enough in the short snatches of time they had together. Now, time and, let’s be honest, a less-than-healthy lifestyle, had turned Steve’s once boyish features into something still handsome but more weathered than one might expect at twenty-nine, while Barbara, aside from a few deepened lines around her eyes, had barely aged in the intervening ten years. Their faces in the mirror matched, they looked like a real couple. 

“Do you have to go to work?” When she shakes her head, the brush still in her mouth, he ducks his head and kisses her neck just beneath her ear. “Come back to bed then.”

Afterwards, propped up against crumpled pillows and sharing the last cigarette in the packet, Steve feels a rare sense of calm and contentment, clear-headed and with a pleasant ache in a few muscles he hadn’t given that kind of workout in a while.

“We could go out for breakfast? Or do anything really. What would you like to do?”

“What I’d like to do is lie on a chaise longue sipping a mimosa, but what I actually have to do is pack and fly to Buenos Aires at six o’clock.”

Steve’s face falls. “Buenos Aires? What for?”

“An editing job. One of those Rough Guide-type things.”

“When will you be back?”

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s a one-way ticket.” She glances around the once-grand but now rather tatty bedroom. “I’m subletting my sublet, so there’s nothing I need to come back for.”

“Nothing?” asks Steve, trying not to pout.

“Oh darling,” she reaches out a hand and presses her finger against the protruding lip, “don’t look at me like that. I’ll always be there for you, you know that. It’ll just be on the other end of a phone line for a while. Or you’re bound to be in Argentina sooner or later.”

Steve drops his head onto her shoulder. He knows how this will go, how it always goes, but he can’t stop himself. “But what if I want more than the occasional phone call?”

He feels more than hears her sigh. “You can’t always have what you want.”

“But why not?”

“Because you don’t just want more, you want everything - the wife waiting at home with your dinner on the table, the 2.4 apple-cheeked children, a lawn to mow on a Sunday morning. You want happy ever after. And that’s not what I want. I couldn’t do that if I tried.”

“But it must mean something, that we keep ending up together? Maybe you are meant to be my fairytale ending.”

“Sweetie, we shagged in a closet the night we met, that’s not a fairytale, that’s a Jackie Collins novel!”

“That was your idea! I was nineteen, I’d never met anyone like you, what was I going to do? Say no? I’d’ve bought you a candlelit dinner if you’d let me!”

“You would as well. You were such a sweet little thing.”

Steve attempts to refute this with a growling sneer, but Barbara just laughs and pats his leg. 

“Anyway, my big tough rockstar, unless you’re going to help me pack, I think it’s time for you to get going. There’s probably still a couple of teabags left. I will forgo my usual disdain of domesticity and make you a cup of tea while you get dressed?”

“Ohh-kaay,” he agrees reluctantly, shivering as she throws back the duvet.

In the kitchenette, she hands him a mug of dark brown liquid. “Sorry, the milk was making a determined effort to become cheese. But it is Yorkshire tea so…”

“Aye, that’ll do. Glad you got something from me at least.”

“Everything else cleared up with penicillin.”

“Cheeky!”

Barbara starts to load plates, washed and unwashed, into a cardboard box. “Pass me those spoons would you.” She drops them haphazardly on top of the crockery. “That girlfriend of yours, is it really over?”

“Yeah. She went off with someone else. Bit of a relief if I’m honest. Not my best decision ever.”

“Not her, the other one, the model.”

“Lorelei.” Steve leans back against the fridge and gazes at the flaking paint on the ceiling. “I royally fucked that one up. No way back there.” 

“That’s sad. She seemed nice.”

“She is nice. Too nice. She deserves better.”

Barbara moves to stand in front of him. There is love in her expression, but also something steely. 

She reaches up and strokes his cheek. “You’re too hard on yourself. Your perfect girl is out there somewhere, I know it.”

“In Argentina?” he asks plaintively.

She shakes her head, “Don’t.” She takes the mug from his hand, pours the dregs down the sink, and adds it to the box. 

Steve understands that he’s being dismissed and picks up his jacket from the back of the chair.

“Now, do you want custody of Frank? I’m not sure the new tenants will appreciate him.”

Steve eyes the slightly moth-eaten bird without enthusiasm. “No offence Frank, but you’re not much of a substitute.”

By the door, he bends to pull on his boots, then pats his pockets - keys, wallet, matches, must remember to get more ciggies on the way home. 

“Bye then. Have a good trip.”

“I’ll write. Promise.”

“You’d better.” He pulls her into a tight hug and drops a kiss on her forehead. “Look after yourself, okay.”

“Don’t worry, I always do.” 

She slides back the bolt and opens the door wide onto the shabby, faintly cabbagey-smelling, landing. Steve looks back as he reaches the stairs, but the door is already closed.

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I’m sorry, I had to break his heart just a tiny bit :/

For context, irl Barbara Salisbury was Steve’s on and off lover from the very early days (she was a publicist for their first record company) until, well, it’s not clear if they ever stopped seeing each other. She was described as very independent and free-spirited and I often wonder how our romantic traditionalist coped with that.

[aclowntiny]

The Wind Again- Jongho x Paranormal Investigator!Reader (Gender Neutral)

Hello I just found the concept of Jongho as the token skeptic on a paranormal show really funny ok? Like, look me in the eyes & tell me he wouldn't be

Word Count: 2670 | Humor, Slightly Spoopy | Warnings: some gruesome references, mentions of death & ghosts (obviously lol), one scary thing happens but no graphic violence or anything like that :)

“So, this hospital was once, shall we say, home to some investigative medicine.”

“Don’t tell me it’s another one of those places that used to rip people’s teeth out and stuff.”

Jongho had, if forcibly, read up on mental hospitals of the old days, the cruelty of which was often said to leave residual energy behind in the form of the tortured patients. Quite obviously he did not like it, but then, who did? You yourself shuddered at the thought.

“No, not teeth or anything, but they did perform lobotomies, which were a new, unexplored procedure at this time. Things like lobotomies and bloodletting were still considered possible treatments to a host of conditions.”

“Of course they were.” Jongho was always like this on camera…and sometimes off. A running joke on your youtube channel was that you’d convert him someday, but he just didn’t take the idea of the spirits people had experienced remaining in tragic places seriously. Not even out of being a hardcore science-minded person or some other form of personal arrogance, but out of never experiencing it himself. “How did they think taking a chunk out of people’s brains wouldn’t completely destroy their working functions?”

“The working hypothesis was something along the lines of amputating a shattered limb- pruning off that which didn’t serve the host.”

“Why do you have to say it like that? You sound like a serial killer,” Jongho complained, looking up at you from his seated position as you erased some more writing of your whiteboard.

“If you haven’t noticed,” you jerked your head towards the tripod in the corner of the room with a giggle, “we’re kind of making a show here.”

“I know. You work so hard.”

“Then listen to your professor,” you teased, tapping his shoulder with the soft velcro bit on the tip of your dry erase marker, “we’re learning about spooooooky stuff.” At that drawn-out syllable, you started waving your arms around, swaying side to side and bouncing on your knees.

Shaking his head, Jongho lost it, cracking up as you soon joined him. Perfect cut point for the video.

“You really do too much,” he wheezed.

“My pleasure,” you did a V pose and winked into the camera.

Unspooling your microphone and headphones, you started to record voiceovers for your video intro and hospital overview. You and Jongho were going there the next week with all your equipment, so some of that footage would be covered with your voice.

A while later, you were still speaking as Jongho sat watching you.

“And they say that many of the patients are still seeking treatment…to this day,” you announced in what you think is an ominous voice.

Jongho, however, burst out laughing again.

“Aw, come on, what was wrong with that?”

“You expect people to take that seriously?”

“I was trying to be spooky!”

“I know,” he patted your shoulder between chuckles.

Now it’s your turn to look up at him from your seat. “Is your job on this show to be funny?”

He shrugged, smiling down at you. “We do get lots of footage that way, don’t we?”

“Yes, we do,” you smiled back.

~

“What will you do if you see an apparition for the first time?” You asked Jongho as you guys pull up to the looming, sprawling, ivy-snaked expanse that was your overnight destination.

“I’ll fight it.”

“You’re going to fight a ghost?”

“No, I’d just leave it alone. What’s it going to do to me?”

Honestly, it wasn’t even frustrating having Jongho around on investigations- almost all the fear you could have had at entering a dark, dilapidated, and condemned space said to house tortured souls faded in the face of companionship, especially drily hilarious companionship. Jongho was so assured that everything was fine, he was like a living shield from anything that could pop out of the shadows at you.

That didn’t mean it wasn’t creepy, though. “Oh geez, what was that?” Jumping slightly, you turned the camera down a doorway.

“Uh, the wind?” Jongho replied.

“It sounded like something getting slid along the floor!” You said, shaking your head as you took a tentative step forward.

“Yeah, probably all these leaves all over the floor when the wind hits them.” Squinting into his night vision camera, he pointed across the lobby. “Or that tarp flapping in the corner over there.”

Alright, you’d give him that one. “Ok, we can debunk that. But we should really keep going. Room 52 is a couple floors up.”

Room 52 was the token ‘most haunted room in the building’, the place where supposedly an especially violent patient’s life ended. It was said that people heard him tell them to get out and even saw him standing over them when they woke up in the middle of the night. Or just had sleep paralysis, Jongho had mused.

“Right, is that my room or yours?”

“Well, you’re a buff guy, he might be more intimidated by you.”

“So you want me in there to provoke him?” He asked with a teasing smile. “You want some content of me trying to box him?”

“Well, at least ask him some questions,” you shoved his shoulder gently, “you’ve got a recorder in your pocket.”

“I’ll ask him how many people he killed and if he wants to add one.”

“Now you’re becoming an expert,” you praised him, shuffling out of the lobby and into a wing of operating rooms.

“Is there anyone in here with me?” You posed into the cold, breezy room, which still had pale blue curtains racked around the rusty beds. The way they rustled faintly sent shivers down your spine.

You waited. Nothing was palpable or audible to you, but that’s why you had the little silver rectangle that was your recording device in your hand- it was far more sensitive than your ears would ever be, and more believable too. A few more heartbeats passed.

“If you’re here with me, can you tell me how you died? What they did to you here? Did you get hurt?”

This time, you counted out a full minute, rewinding the recording after sixty seconds passed. Silence, rustling, you asking questions… muttering?

“Jongho, does this sound like anything to you?” You extended the device out to your channel partner, who held it up to his own ear. "Like two words?"

“If it’s words you’re looking for,” he replied, “sounds like ‘hurt me’?”

“If it’s words you’re looking for,” you repeated with a snort, “let me listen again.”

“It’s mostly garbled air. That's just the closest in-context thing that sound could be."

"You're just mad you heard it," you singsonged with a cattish smile.

"I'm not mad, just-"

"Skeptical," you imitated at the same time as he spoke.

"Yeah," he agreed, taking a few steps deeper into the OR and addressing the spirits, "how did they hurt you?"

Silence. Dead silence. Not a whisper on the air.

Before your skin could even crawl at the room’s still, the quiet, the musty, nearly suffocating air wafting odors of bygone years…a slamming sound had you jumping out of it.

“That was a door!”

“It sure sounded like it,” Jongho responded calmly as you ran out of the room, blood pumping in your ears.

“You set up the hallway cam, right?”

“Of course,” he replied, jogging after you.

Careening around the world’s creepiest gurney, footsteps echoing loudly around the high ceilings, you swerved into the hallway. Sure enough, a checkup room had a closed door.

You pointed. Jongho nodded, walking over to pull the small camera off its mount at the other end of the hallway. He pressed a few buttons as you ran over to his side, reviewing the footage to see that very door suddenly swing shut.

“Boom!” You exclaimed. “Look at that. They slammed the door!”

“They could be blown shut, too, you know.”

“The wind again?” You laughed, expression widening with incredulity. “Not everything can be the wind, you know. If you’re going to argue against ghosts you need something better than just saying the wind every time.”

“Alright, fine,” Jongho shrugged and smiled back impishly, “turn on the spirit box and I’ll explain to any new viewers why that’s baloney.”

“Hey! The spirit box provides shifting frequencies for the souls to manipulate-”

“It scans radio channels and spits out sounds. It did music once, (y/n).”

“Yeah, spooky piano music!”

“It could’ve been jazz.”

You crossed your arms as he re-mounted the camera at the end of the hall. “Why do I bring you on my investigations?”

“Because you’re too scared to go alone and like my ghost voice.”

“Yeah, do the ghost voice, do it!”

Jongho let out a series of wails you couldn’t take seriously, voice wobbling. When he was done, you were doubled over.

“See? Who else can do that?”

~

“Holy crap! Holy crap holy crap-” Your heart slammed and lungs burned, but you didn’t care, you just kept running. Panic had completely overtaken you.

“What’s wrong?” You heard Jongho’s voice from the other room. You’d split up to send him to film in Room 52, to ask the fabled violent male spirit everyone called ‘Han’ after he spelled that out on a viral ouija board video why he hurt people, if he felt like a man when he did that. If he really did scratch people.

Little did he know what was going on in room 64. “I- it touched me,” you panted, voice weak from fear and exertion.

“What?”

“I was in Room 64, sitting in the exam chair next to the bed. I asked if anyone wanted to talk to me, but I didn’t hear anything.” You shuddered. “Suddenly I…I saw a shadow dart, and as I got up from the chair I felt a hand grab me. Nothing’s ever touched me before,” you breath.

Jongho’s face steeled. “What room was this?”

“S- sixty-four,” you stammered. You wished you could be brave like him, “it really felt like a hand.”

Before you could say anything else, you saw what of his figure you could from his headlamp spread out, arms opening. “Come here,” he said, voice serious but soft.

You stepped forward into his strong embrace, letting him pull you against the firm warmth of his chest. Maybe you were overreacting, but it was jarring to have a hand reach for you in the dark, unseen fingers clamoring toward your chest and shoulders. It felt cold. It felt wrong. Jongho was the opposite; heat radiated from his hoodie and you could feel his heartbeat against the side of you, steady and comforting. Living. Familiar. Gentle.

“I’m sorry, you must think I’m being a baby. Just making up stories again,” you mumbled into his chest.

You could feel his head shake from where it rested on yours. “No,” his voice reverberated through his chest and your contact point against it, “even if I don’t believe in ghosts, your fear is real. Something made you feel that way. I’m going to go give Room 64 a piece of my mind.”

And he did. He barged right in, asked who was in there and what they thought they were doing grabbing at innocent people. “Just like Han, does that make you feel like a man? Or whatever you are?” It turned out he heard a hiss in response, but decided mot to tell you until you reviewed the footage, safe and sound in your studio, because you still had overnight in there to go.

~

Jongho insisted you guys pitch your sleeping bags in the same room rather than him sleeping in Room 52. “I already got some sound from Han,” he reassured you, “we had our fun. I think we should stay together.”

His words made your heart give a little leap. Your wish was granted in spite of content, both of you rolling out your little spaces of slick softness on the floor of room 2B, a maternity ward that wasn’t known for any malicious activity, mostly just things moving or the occasional woman’s voice. Some people even said the presences in there felt light, almost protective, so despite his skepticism Jongho was all for 2B.

“You think the mothers will look after us?” You asked him as you laid down.

“I think you’ll feel safer in this room,” Jongho replied simply, not taking the bait, but speaking earnestly and fondly.

“Sorry, everyone, maybe we’ll hear babies crying or something though,” you spoke into the camera, “besides, you saw, I captured a shadow figure.”

“No more about the shadow figure,” Jongho chided, making you giggle a little at his motherly tut.

“Alright, good point,” you agree before turning out to the beds lining the room and setting your recorder on the floor, “if you have anything you want to say to us, if you’d like to please tell us your name, the recorder is right here, mamas.”

“And babies,” Jongho added. You weren’t sure if he was teasing or not, but you echoed him.

“Want to sing to the ghosts?”

Your ghost-hunting partner grinned. “And give you a free lullaby in the process?”

You snuggled a little deeper into your sleeping bag, listening to it rustle all around you as its warmth enveloped your body. “Maaaybe.”

Jongho couldn’t resist your cute tone, you could tell. Shaking his head with a smile, he scooted a little closer to your bag, sitting on top of his and singing one of his favorite ballads. You took in his side profile as he did so- man, he really was amazing, wasn’t he?

The only activity you got in that room was a small clip of what sounded like a little girl’s voice singing too. Right at the same time as a little light drifted near Jongho. That one just brought you a smile.

~

“‘Wow, that shadow totally looked like an arm! That’s so scary, (y/n), sorry your first apparition came that way!’” You read a comment off your channel page to Jongho. “See? They thought it looked like an arm grabbing out too.”

“I couldn’t really see anything, but I agree with the rest of their comment.”

“Oh, and look at this one,” you scrolled it up into his view, pointing at the screen, “‘The two of them are the cutest couple I swear’, with that emoji that looks like this (😫),” you imitated the face.

“I see it,” Jongho chuckled, shifting to rest his arm along the back of your office chair, “there’s a lot like that. Someone else said they watch us for the OTP, not the ghosts.”

“Oh, internet,” you rolled your eyes, sardonic grin widening, “apparently you were looking at me with heart eyes half the time, too.”

He snorted. “Someone else said the same thing about you! Something about it’s always the ones that bicker that are in love.”

Your eyes fell off the screen, drifting over from the harsh backlight to the sheen of its reflection in Jongho’s eyes. His bore right back into yours, those beautiful eyelashes fluttering. “Should we tell them?” You ask. “Our eighteen months is coming up soon.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Jongho smirked before pulling your chair closer, leaning forward to completely seal the gap between you two. You followed suit, practically falling out of your chair and into his. When you pulled away, he wrapped an arm around your middle, letting you stay in his lap. “Besides, we might lose ratings if the OTP resolves now. I’ll just have to keep protecting you from all the spoooooky stuff.”

You smack his arm lightly. “That’s my line.”

“Well, you’re mine, so there,” he shot back, sticking his tongue out at you.

You just shook your head, heart feeling at ease in the amusement, in your little office, in Jongho’s hold. “I love you.”

“I love you too, even if you believe in campfire stories.”

For once, you didn’t take the bait, just wiggled a little deeper into his grasp and rested your hand over his.

[gallivantingheart]

Me, a Princess? Shut Up!

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⏮️ chapter 13: amaide ⏭️

who?: jihoon/woozi x (f)reader

word count: 2670

genre/s: fluff, humour, social media!au

warnings: some course language

synopsis: Life’s pretty good for y/n. Easy, even. Until someone claiming to be her grandmother says she is the queen of a small island country - and y/n, a princess.

a/n: THIS IS IT! THE END IS NIGH. He’s a long one, that’s for sure. Thank you for anyone who has stuck through and tolerated every drawn out update - I appreciate it very much and hope you enjoyed it anyway xx

**please ignore the timestamps - they are not accurate**

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You sit at the train station, the rain bucketing and splashing your legs. You can barely stand to check your phone.  Already, you can see the headlines: Princess To-Be Disappointing No-Show. That and the tens of voicemails probably piling up in your message bank. The disapproving hum of your mother, the squealing worry of Mingyu and Minghao. Soonyoung’s barely restrained desperation mixed with understanding only he could have. The guilt churns thick and slow in your stomach, a monster ready to rear its ugly head. But, amongst all that and your blurring tears, you find one you don't expect. Jihoon.

Your finger slips on a raindrop as you tap it.

“Hey. Uh, look. Whatever you're feeling and whatever you decide, it'll be okay. We'll still be here for you at the end of the day. But please, come home. We're all worried. Your grandmother is still waiting for you at the embassy. Everyone is. But, I'll be at home - uh, my place if you need me. Please, just be safe.”

There's another one, from an unknown number.

“Y/n,” your grandmother. “I know you're scared. I'm sorry if you ever felt like I was pushing you into this. So much has been riding on your shoulders, all so soon. And looking back, we should have waited. I should have waited. As much as I may not have looked it, I always cared. You’re family, our legacy. I'll still love you, whatever choice you make.  You could never disappoint me - anyone. I love you.”

That's all you needed. Mingyu's attempt at motivation could fall flat, Minghao terrible with your specific type of sympathy. Even Soonyoung’s familiar reassurance or anything your parents could ever say wouldn't sink in. They were all you wanted to hear. Grabbing your bag, you take off running, back to the bus stop back into the city. You might never make it. But you'll give it a damn shot. Violently struggling to tap on your transport pass, you slump into a window seat by the front, sighing in relief as it begins to putter away.

The scenery gets gradually slower and drivers’ thick brows furrow. You sit up wearily as we splutter to a stop, the air brakes whooshing anyway.

“W-why are we stopping?”

He turns to the few of us seated. “We've broken down. Probably the oil or something. I’ve called the depot and we’ll have a replacement shortly. Just sit tight.”

“We - what?” you squeak, getting up into the aisle. “No, no no no! I've got to be at the Amaide embassy! I have a ball to go to!”

He shrugs, opening the doors to let air in. “Sorry, Cinderella.”

You climb out the vehicle, out into the rain again. The road is straight and relatively unmarred. You'll have to run. Shouldering your bag oddly, slinging both straps of the duffle over each shoulder you start to sprint.

It's a bad, short lived sprint. Why you don’t think of a taxi is beyond you.

Your chest is heaving with pain, and so are your legs, crying out for relief. You look to the sky, unforgiving and heavy. You throw your side into a wall as you drag yourself along the footpath. You'll never make it.

“Oh - my - god. This is - how I die. Dead in a - in a puddle.” You sniffle through heaving breaths.

Leaving against the wall, you try holding back another sniffle before giving up, rubbing at your cold, running nose instead.

A car honks. Dropping your head down, you see the official envoy pull up, the door kicking open and the drivers’ window roll down. Junwoo and...Jihoon?

“Come on, princess. You're late!” the bulky man calls with a smirk.

You push off, throwing yourself into the leather seats. Jihoon is across from you, sitting neatly in his simple black suit. God, he looks good in it.

“Thank you for finding me.” You smile.

“Well, after that text and then you didn't show up, something had to have gone wrong. And Junwoo was going out to look for you anyway. Queen's orders.”

You sink into your seat as he passes you a towel. “Gotta love Grandmother.”

“She wasn't giving up on you too soon.” The stocky guard in front says through the open partition. You catch his smile in the rear view mirror. “Especially when Jihoon showed up.”

You pat your arms down and rub furiously at your hair. The cold is only just starting to sink in, wetting the leather under you and sending a shiver through your torso. Jihoon sighs and tosses another fluffy towel over your legs. You slide side to side on the seat a little as Junwoo zips through town while trying to be reasonable.

“Oh well, I'll definitely be making an entrance. Not the prettiest thing to ever get out of an Amaide envoy. Certainly not very princess-like.” You chuckle, throwing the first towel helplessly round your shoulders.

Jihoon’s gaze is warm on you, for once resting for more than a few moments in your direction. His pitch black hair is rustled from the gale that the rain brought with it.

“You're always beautiful, Princess.” He hums.

You laugh breathlessly, ducking your head. He was always so soft-spoken but never failed to make you at least a little flustered.

“How come you were ready so soon?” You squint at Jihoon.

“I was ready even before you messaged me. Call it intuition, but I had a feeling I’d end up here tonight, whether you knew it or not.”

The embassy houses are starting to pop up and you know you're close, even though the rain hasn't let up. You would never have made it in time with your ridiculous idea.

Junwoo pulls up an umbrella and the lot of you usher yourselves inside. Jihoon is swept away in the backstage madness, with not even a chance of goodbye. Soonhee is standing in her soft champagne dress, sash in red over her shoulder and across her middle. She smiles warmly and you don't care how much her dress costs for once as you barrel into her. She makes a soft grunt with the force but delicately wraps her arms around you.

“Thank you for not giving up on me. Sorry I'm late.” You mumble into her shoulder.

“Of course. You're a Park at heart. You're strong enough to make the right decision. It may not have been easy or kind and it might have taken a little while, but you're here.” She says haughtily. “Now, I’ve stalled for as long as I can but that means you're going to have to go out there as you are. There's no time left.”

How did everyone but yourself know you were gonna be here? 

You pull back to look at her with furrowed brows. “Are you sure you can't do any more? I don't want to go out like this for you or Amaide.”

Soonhee shakes her head. “I'm sorry. But, I think this will do. It’s...how do you say, authentic. I am glad and incredibly proud that my people will be in your hands.”

Soonyoung has wormed his way back behind the heavy velvet curtain. He giggles at the sight of you.

“Hey Boss! Bit late?”

“Just a little. Weather is vicious.” You shrug.

He slings an arm around you, rubbing fondly at your hair under the towel. “Say what you feel. It’ll come out right. See you after.”

You swallow and nod. Soonyoung gathers the queen up with Junwoo and they both exit down a short hall to the main ballroom. You sling the towel round your neck for later. Someone would announce you when you were ready. And you had to be ready now. You glance to an attendant to your left and nod resolute, heaving a calming breath.

You hear your name and the curtain pulling away to warm bright lights and a podium ornately carved with lemon tree motifs - you know, you watched them pull it out from storage. There’s the violent, sickening shutter of cameras but you hold firm, plastering on a nervous smile, your towel slung round your shoulders.

Your grip is tight on the wood as you lean into the mic. “Hello. Good evening. I apologise for the wait - the weather is a bit horrendous.” A smattering of laughter from press and guests. The lights aren’t blinding but you’re trying not to focus on the many faces on you. “Thank you for attending tonight. Amaide’s freedom and independence has always been our pride. But, I understand if that’s not really why you’re here. And that sort of sucks. Because our country and our people should not boil down to the latest tabloid gossip. We have a thriving tourism and agriculture sector and are one of the few modern societies with a very active and well-functioning monarchy - and a matriarchal one at that. We should be celebrating its freedom and everything that makes it what it is. But, I digress.

“As of half an hour ago I was sitting at a train station in the pouring rain, running away from all of this. And think about it, three months ago, I didn’t even know about this world. And I didn’t think I was ever going to be ready. You’ve all seen my face more in these last few months than anyone ever has all my life. These events have turned the lives of myself and everyone I care about upside down. They have borne this mess none of us ever asked for. I love them all so much that I didn’t want to ruin my home.

“But - oh but. Amaide is home for millions of people. And it could be my home too. I mean, you all just heard me wax poetic about a place I’ve never been. But, it is part of who I am. Who I am going to be. I would never dream of hurting it. I’m so desperate to take care of my home, always have been.

“So with that in mind, I make my claim as Princess and heir apparent to Amaide’s throne - to the future.”

You smile and the delegates make raucous applause. Camera shutter click and flash but you hold steady. You have claimed your birthright. Now it's time to make the right impression for once.

You tip your head. “Thank you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d love to dry off a bit before I catch the flu! Please, enjoy your evening.”

You’re ushered off to the side stage then around the back to servants quarters. Antoni is violently brandishing a round brush and Dyson Air Wrap like a club.

“Where is the Princess! Chop chop!” He cries out.

Massive, calloused hands are firmly on your shoulder blades and shove you into his direction - damn Junwoo, enjoyed any pain that you endured. His eyes light up then he goes pasty.

“This? This is my canvas? Ey, I have my work cut out, huh?” He shoots you a look. “Always the hard road, hmm Princess? Come come, we fix.”

You are whirled up the staircase where Antoni makes quick work of you. The gown fits perfectly, all those fittings paying off in the speedy transformation. Antoni knows what he’s doing, determined as he works around you, drying your hair out for some more control.

“I try to keep you a little natural - we want a good, open impression of you, Princess. Looks can be everything, huh?”

Your hair draped behind your ears and up off your neck in twists and layers where you didn’t know where your hair began and ended. A glittering hair comb, part of the private collection, just like the heavy set necklace that rested against your collarbone, dazzling and weighty. Antoni claps his hands, triumphant. “You are done - beautiful! My work is perfect! Come, the queen will give tiara.”

The embassy is no longer daunting, the staircase not a passage to doom. You turn to Antoni and tip your head.

“Thank you, for your help tonight.”

He scoffs and waves you off. “Is honour, Princess. I must go and ready myself for the people. They will all want to know who dressed the future queen of Amaide.”

You laugh as he whirls back out the way he came and you look to the attendant again, motion to call.

“Announcing Princess Y/N, of Amaide.”

The red curtains part and you step back into the light.

The queen holds a sparkling tiara, the most stunning thing you’d ever seen. This, you hadn't organised. Your grandmother was quite secretive about this part, insisting it was something she must do alone.

She raises it and you tip your head down so that she could place it on your head. “This was my first tiara, also gifted by my grandmother at my coming out ball. I was not meant to be queen. Neither were you. Now look at where we are. Now you must shine.”

A round of applause and your sight falls on your mother's eyes glassy and red as she smiles, her applause one of the few that mattered at that moment.

When you step to the main floor, you are swarmed by diplomats and the like with congratulations. Soonyoung is by your side in a heartbeat to mitigate them as quickly as possible, while turning the lights on even more and the strings rising in. A lot of greetings and thank you’s and “look forward to discussing the topic of choice with you at a later date.”

Then, as soon as you’d finished, the people fell away and you spot Jihoon by a pillar, close to the string orchestra. Of course he was where the music was.

I sidle up next to him, watching the orchestra. “Evening.”

He glances at you and smiles. “Evening, Princess.”

“How’s your night been?”

“I did meet the conductor here. Got some tips, had a chat. I can keep myself busy.”

You mock frown. “That’s the conductor of Amaide’s Philharmonic Orchestra, you know - the queen pulled out all the stops. But, I had sort of hoped you would be at least a little bit bored. What am I supposed to do to top that for someone like you?”

“Not sure. Maybe become princess?” Jihoon smirks.

“You’re annoying. Lee Jihoon, will you do me the honour of being my first dance partner?” You pout up at him a little, clasping your hands in your lap. “I saved it for you. Even over my own parents!”

“Of course. How can I deny that?”

He guides you gently out to the mosaic floor, settling you in front of him. In your time training and with Jihoon as a music major, you yourself have come to appreciate the string set playing tonight - you might not know the song, but it’s very beautiful and fits the energy of the room. He starts with a simple, not very royal, sway. With your meticulously manicured hands slung up round his neck, you let the fact that this is your first dance as princess, in public, cameras shuttering only metres away fall to the back of your mind. You’re happy that this moment would be one of the first pictures for the news outlets. You wanted it documented.

“Are you sure you’re okay with a princess as a potential girlfriend? We’re very prim and proper and not very fun. We certainly shouldn’t be going out for fried chicken and drinks on a weekly basis.”

He rolls his eyes. “Whatever. I’m sure you can make an exception.”

“For you?” You quirk a brow.

Jihoon gives you an unimpressed look. “Yeah, I guess for me.”

“Well, of course then!” You laugh. “Anything for you!”

And after all this, you really mean it. He grits his teeth and grins, tightening his grip on you and giving you a forceful spin that has you cackling. Jihoon doesn’t even get tangled in your dress!

“I didn’t know you could dance.” You chirp.

“I’m a music major. I’ve got rhythm.”

“Shut up.”

final notes: well, here we are. the end of an excessively drawn out two...three? year journey. i hoped you enjoyed it as much as i did. and i certainly hope i did justice any sort of expectation you may have had walking into this. thank you so much for all the support, i promise it did not go amiss! who knows? maybe i might pull a “princess diaries 2: the royal engagement” just to be funky...

[writing-for-the-gays]

STUNNIN'

RAMSEY MUROCH X TRANS MALE! POC! READER

SMUT! GAY SEX AND ALSO WEED, SMOKIN AND TOKIN!!! YALL SUCK AND FUCK AND SMOKE!!! DON'T LIKE DONT READ

Word count: 2670

Also posted onto A03

Music blasted through [names] headphones, his body moving to the sound of the music. A growl left him every time he landed a blow on the punching bag. His arms powerful and strong, the muscles underneath flexing with each thud that echoed out through the small building.

The only place he would be void of interruptions; the sheriffs' office, the set up reflected that, papers strewn about with workout equipment localized into a corner across the cells. A punching bag faded and torn from use sat In front of him now in that very corner.

Ice on my neck, that's incomin

Sweat rolled down his body. He didn’t notice the man ogling him, eye tracing every bit of his body through the cell bars. Lingering on [names] chest which was toned and built with two scars framing right below them.

Ramsey gulped softly, his Adam's apple bobbing. When he ‘turned himself in’ he didn’t expect some hot buff man to come in and start wailin’ on the punching bag in the corner; but he wasn’t complainin’, the man was more than just attractive.

[Name] was wearing a pair of simple sweatpants and nothing else.

Just scanning the man's body made Ramsey's pants feel tight and uncomfortable.

I'm a pretty boy I'm stunnin

Ramsey had only heard rumors about [name]

Apparently, he had an epithet that was so stupid that he refused to use it, and he learned how to fight hand to hand instead.

That worked just fine for Ramsey, if he was gonna get to see this every time he was in here, he’d enjoy it.

“Stop staring at my ass.” [name]'s voice interrupted the silence in the jail, a thud echoing again as [name] hit it, sending it flying against the wall.

Ramsey, not even aware [name] had taken off his headphones, let out a startled, nervous, laugh, “HAH- pfft- I uh-” he shook his head “I wasn’t starin’ at your ass i was uh-” he quickly tried to think of something to blame his starring on, the scars “I was looking at the scars on your chest, where'd ya get em?” Ramsey asked, leaning against the bars of the cell, smiling at [name] glared over at Ramsey for a second before looking over for his small hand towel.

“Top surgery.” he said simply, wiping off the sweat from his chest, as he did this Ramsey’s cock twitched. He couldn't help but think about [name], a handsome man for sure, strong powerful muscles. Certainly strong enough to put Ramsey in his place, pushing Ramsey right on the lounge chair, putting a strong calloused hand in the middle of his chest and holding him down-

Ramsey choked, what in the holy fuck was he thinking, he was a generally horny person, normally for the but, but this was border lining on eye fucking this person.

[Reader] growled lowly “What got a fucking problem with that?” They growled out. Ramsey shook his head “NO! No sorry, got distracted…. Was thinkin’ bout something.” he said, trying to shrug off his day dreaming.

“Yea… yea whatever.” [name] scoffed.

He locked eyes with Ramsey and something changed in the air, the feeling of tension was replaced quickly with lust so thick you could swim through it.

Super speed sonic I'm runnin

The next thing Ramsey knew [name] was fumbling in his desk for lube, something Ramsey couldn't see, and the keys to the cell.

The only thing Ramsey could think about is how his cock stained against the fabric of his cargo shorts, and how sexy [name] was with a primal look in his eyes.

A low whine escaped the slightly older man, deep from somewhere deep in his throat. It was needy, begging almost. [Name] threw the cell door open, his heart thudding in his ears as he looked at the rat-like man sitting in the fold out lawn chair.

Ramsey began to undress before [reader] even got to the cell, shaky hands making quick work of his Hawaiian shirt which ended up on the floor by the time [reader] got to him.

He immediately kissed Ramsey, it was hot, rough, needy. [Name] knew this would bruise both of their lips and they'd have to do the walk of shame after this to get ibuprofen from the store, but he didn't really mind.

The rat-like man pulled away and wasted no time diving into [name] neck and littering bite marks and hickeys up and down their neck causing [name] to gasp.

S-super speed sonic im runnin

"FUCK- it took you so long before you initiated, I thought I was going to fucking explode." Ramsey muttered against [name] skin "I wanted to just fucking walk out and beg for you."

[Name] shivers, his eyes rolling back a bit as Ramsey hit a sensitive spot on their neck, their control on their epithet slipping slightly as a fruity-floral skunk smelling smoke began to rise off of their skin and fill the small area.

Ramsey inhales deeply, his cock twitching in his shorts "now…" he leans in to whisper into [name] ear "what is this sheriff gonna do to me?"

Call me big papa I'm sonnin'

[Name] pushed Ramsey back against the lounge chair and growled slowly "Now… what do I do with inmates who have a staring problem…?"

Ramsey shook his head and smirked "No… why don't you show me?" He asked cheekily. It causes [name] to lunge forward and start placing bite marks against Ramsey's pale skin. They bruise quickly, a beautiful piece of art consisting of dark purple.

A whimper crawls it's way out of Ramsey's chest when [name] grinds down against his hard, twitching cock, [name] can imagine what it looks like below the tan fabric of his shorts; red and angry at the tip with a thick vein going down the underside, 7' inches long and girthy to match, nice trimmed pink hair around the base.

[Name] has memorized it at this point. Hes gone down on Ramsey more times than he can count in their 3 years of being married. [Name] can't seem to find the idea of feeling it in him any less exciting than the first time they got together. [Name] rubs his thighs together lightly to alleviate some of the need he feels.

I supply dick when he want it

Ramseys shorts and underwear come off when [name] tired gets of just grinding. His cock springing free, just as [name] imagined it would look like.

With his mouth watering [name] takes Ramsey's cock into his mouth, teasing the tip with his tongue he lightly hollows out his cheeks, sucking just on the tip. Ramsey bucks his hips, head thrown back in ecstacy. He's so sensitive, [name] chuckles lightly around the tip causing a needy keen to leave through Ramseys slightly parted lips.

While Ramsey's eyes were closed [name] pulls out the lube and applies it to their fingers, before gently pressing against Ramsey's hole.

I'm a bad boy mclovin.

Ramsey opens his eyes and lets out a gasp, looking down at [name] with curiosity and excitement. They press a finger into him causing his back to arch and a loud moan to leave him.

[Name] smirks "Did you prepare for this?" He asks softly, which only gets a nod from the gold eyed man. His legs spread a bit and [name] releases a guttural groan.

The unknown item from the desk makes a reappearance. A butt plug. One connected to a little remote. [Name] gently teased Ramsey's entrance the the tip of the toy.

Ramsey squirms as the toy is slipped into him, opening his good eye he smiles dorkily "So-!" Before he can let out a comment you turn the vibration on the toy all the way up causing him to curl up slightly, his muscles tensing before he falls back against the lounge chair.

He's letting out little whimpers and moans in a constant stream now, his cock twitching. There's no way he'll cum from just that. He's tried before.

I'ma, I'ma, bad boy Mclovin

[Name] returns to Ramsey's cock, paying special attention to the vein at the bottom, which causes his body to spasm. "FUCK- fuck- ungh- it… feels so good!-" Ramsey is a mess at this point, his hair wild and sticking out all over the place. 'The messy look suits him' [name] thinks with a grin that turns quickly to a sinister grin.

[Name] strips his sweatpants and boxers. He trails his hand up and down his body "Look at me Ramsey." [Name] commands gently. Ramseys eyes peek open and he throws his head back squirming.

Ramsey knows better than to touch his cock without permission, but his hands twitch at the need to alleviate the ache forming in his lower stomach. An ache that can only be helped by [name].

They growl at Ramsey "I didn't say you could look away." His eye focuses on the sight before him and he wishes he could jump on [name] at any moment.

[Name] is gently playing with their bottom growth, the other hand gently tracing up and down his body. It drives Ramsey wild.

Good pussy sound like pasta

"Please please pleasepleasepleaseplease-" Ramsey begs his hips bucking wildly "I need to be inside of you please- please I need you so fuckin badly, I want to feel you, fuck I wanna have you around my cock, I want to fuck you please-!" [Name] shuts him up quickly, lining up their cunt and enveloping Ramsey's cock.

[Name] finally let's their epithet go uncontrolled. More smoke rising up from their skin. It makes them whine. A light buzz running over their body. They notice something in the corner. Handcuffs.

[Name] smirks, an idea coming to their head. They lift off of Ramsey slowly “I'm going to grab the cuffs from over there, and then I'm going to ride you until all you can only think about me .” he growls and Ramsey nods, his normal eye clouded in pleasure, his gold prosthetic turned fully around no longer showing the pupil.

[Name] lifts themself off ramseys lap and saunters over to the corner of the cell, bending over in a way that showed off his ass to pick them up. Ramsey looked at [names] ass and the handcuffs and bites his lip, his cock twitches hard.

He give good brain he a master

straddling Ramsey’s hips again, he smirks hovering just above Ramsey's cock “D’ya’wanna get stoned.” He asked simply, smoke leaving his lips as he spoke.

Ramsey nodded desperately and [name] swooped in for a kiss, breathing smoke into Ramsey’s mouth, who quickly inhaled it, a foggy feeling washed over Ramsey, his vision becoming unfocused on anything but [name], a stupid smile appeared on Ramsey’s face, not a grin, a stupid smile, his eyelid drooped, his body felt heavy, but light and airy.

He gripped the back of the beach chair, feeling the rubber of the chair under his fingertips. A soft grounding feeling in case it was overstimulating.

[Name] slowly lowered himself onto Ramsey, the feeling of [name] walls again enveloped Ramsey, causing him to let out a loud moan, the feeling was amplified as he let his eyes fully relax, not focusing on anything, except for his cock, the feeling was so good.

“feels… fuckin good-” [name] mutters deeply, rolling his hips, his bottom growth dragging against Ramsey’s lower stomach. [Name] began to move up and down on ramseys cocks. Shock waves traveled through [name] as Ramsey's cock hit all the right places inside of him.

Ramsey tried to pull his arms to grab at [names] hips but he’s not successful, the handcuffs holding him. whines and whimpers leaving [name]s throat in an almost song-like manner to Ramsey, every nerve in his body had been lit up, and he really couldn't tell where he ended and you began.

It was like a dance really, one leading the other, when [name] would thrust down Ramsey would thrust right back up, it made [name] long for more.

Little Einstein bitch imma blast off.

In the flash of a second [name] is dirty talking Ramsey, riling him up. "Your cock feels so good in me- fuck- it's driving me fucking crazy it's so good- fuck- I need more- I need more of you- I want you to cum inside of me-." The last part gets Ramsey and he bucks, hard, speeding up his thrusts into [name]. He grips ramseys shoulder and whines.

It's a constant hard thrust, one that makes [names] toes curl and their back to arch. Both of them are shaking in ecstacy desperately at the edge. And then it all stops.

I can go slow or go faster

Ramsey somehow got out of the hand cuffs and he moves [name] off of him and onto the floor, putting him in a mating press where he slows to a crawl. Pulling out slowly but thrusting back in hard. It pushes wanton whore like moans out of [names] mouth.

He's teasing [name] on purpose. Tired of waiting he took it in his own hands. "I've wanted your pussy all fucking day, God I want to fuck my cum deep inside of you and just FUCKING-." He thrusts into [name] "breed you." He begins to jackhammer thrust into [name].

It's feel like [name] is going insane while he's being fucked into. He's incoherent. Babbling and moaning about ramsey's cock. He can't control the noises he makes and he loves it.

The moans and skin slapping skin echoed through the cell. It was noisy, and it kept getting noisier as ramsey got closer and closer to his peak. Body shaking, breathless, he was close, it was so fucking good, he couldn't think about anything else just [name], about how [name] was so tight around him.

[name] looked at him like he was a Greek god right now, granted he looked at Ramsey like this all the time; how [name], the most stunning man he's ever seen with dark curly hair, dark skin, and beautiful deep eyes that remind him of the first cup of coffee in the morning and the night sky when the world's asleep, see's him as anything other than average is beyond him.

God he felt so good, [names] body shook and his eyes rolled back "Fuck- fuck fuck please I'm so close-! Please cum inside of me-!"

If I bust quick that's a bastard

"FUCK!" [Names] body clenched, his muscles stiffening with each after shock of pleasure. That's what sent Ramsey over. He thrusted deep shooting ropes of cum [names] cunt. Sitting like that for a second before pulling out and gently setting down [names] legs, cum dripping from his hole.

Ramsey smiles softly and pulls him onto the lounge chair and kisses [names] cheek as he wraps his arms around Ramsey.

They sat like that for minutes, or maybe hours, enjoying the warmth the other brought. [Name] shakily got up, cum dripping down his thighs, he giggled "Ok that was not worth the strain on my back." [Name] said stretching and straightening out.

"yeah well sweetheart, it was your idea, so by proxy your fault." Ramsey responded, making cove roll his eyes with a scoff "Don't throw facts and logic at my tiny brain, I'll get a headache." [Name] responded, kissing Ramsey's forehead.

[Name] out his underwear and sweatpants back on. Hs sits back down and lays his head into ramsey's chest

Ice on my neck that's incoming

"Aye don't go falling asleep on me, we have shit to do." Ramsey said rolling his eye, sitting up with [names] head still in his chest.

[Name] laughed "Would you rather deal with me with the munchies all day, or me sleeping in your lawn chair for the rest of the day?" Ramsey sighed and did a faux glare at [name], who put his hands up "Fine fine. I'll go do my job." He said standing up, putting his underwear and shorts back on.

[Name] smiled.

I'm a pretty boy I'm stunnin

[ao3feed-jjk]

the feeling you get

by lemonspicelatte (revesdelimonade) By the end of their third night, Yuuta was able to admit there was no grade 1 curse. Or a special grade. Or any other curse, for that matter. Their search of the school on their second night had yielded no further results and neither had their search on the night after that either. Still, Yuuta surprised even himself when he called Gojo for the second time that week and told him they would stay longer, actually. “Ah, what a nasty curse,” Gojo commented, the slightest hint of amusement in his voice. “Terrible,” Yuuta agreed. “Shake, shake,” Toge contributed, from where he sat behind him, gingerly rubbing moisturizer all over Yuuta’s naked and incredibly bright red back. Or: A mission to a remote part of the country turns into an impromptu holiday for Okkotsu Yuuta and Inumaki Toge when they realize that the grade 1 curse they were sent to exorcize does not exist and, anyway, Gojo keeps encouraging them to stay longer if they need to; so they do. Words: 2670, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Inumaki Toge, Okkotsu Yuuta, Gojo Satoru Relationships: Inumaki Toge/Okkotsu Yuuta Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, The Shibuya Incident Never Happened (Jujutsu Kaisen), Established Relationship, Beach Episode, Fluff and Humor, No Angst, mission as a means to go on holiday via https://ift.tt/62cjzHi

[carlistmalaysia]

The latest MINI John Cooper Works Clubman price in Malaysia market starts from RM 350,558. The Cooper Works Clubman boasts dimensions and capacities tailored for versatility, with a cargo volume of 360 liters and ample rear tread at 1555 mm. With a gross weight of 2070 kg and a kerb weight of 1565 kg, it offers a sturdy build. Its dimensions include a width of 1800 mm, a wheelbase of 2670 mm, and a length of 4253 mm, standing at a height of 1441 mm, accommodating 5 seats with a payload capacity of 530 kg. Under the hood, it features a robust 2.0L petrol engine, with an in-line 4-cylinder 16-valve DOHC configuration delivering 231 hp of power and 350 Nm of torque, allowing for swift acceleration at 6.3 seconds. Steering is facilitated by power steering with an adjustable column, employing electric power for seamless control. The suspension setup comprises MacPherson Strut at the front and Multi-Link at the rear, paired with ventilated discs for both front and rear brakes. Transmission is automatic with an 8-speed gearbox and steering wheel gearshift paddle for added convenience. Rolling on 19-inch alloy wheels wrapped in radial tires (225/35 R19), the Clubman ensures a smooth ride. It eschews wheel covers, emphasizing the sleek R19 alloy wheel design. Your question MINI John Cooper Works Clubman? Which question will you have about this car? Let’s justify these. There, we are including the major questions and answers about this car. So, let’s start now. What is the cargo volume of the Cooper Works Clubman? The cargo volume of the Cooper Works Clubman is 360 liters, providing ample space for storage needs. What is the power output of the Cooper Works Clubman's engine? The Cooper Works Clubman is equipped with a 2.0L petrol engine delivering a power output of 231 hp, ensuring dynamic performance on the road. What is the price of MINI John Cooper Works Clubman? The latest MINI John Cooper Works Clubman price in Malaysia market starts from RM 350,558. What is the fuel tank capacity of the Cooper Works Clubman? The fuel tank capacity of the Cooper Works Clubman is 48 liters, offering sufficient range for extended journeys. What is the acceleration time of the Cooper Works Clubman? The Cooper Works Clubman accelerates from 0 to 100 km/h in just 6.3 seconds, delivering impressive acceleration capabilities. What type of transmission does the Cooper Works Clubman have? The Cooper Works Clubman features an automatic transmission with an 8-speed gearbox, providing smooth and efficient gear shifts. What are the dimensions of the Cooper Works Clubman? The Cooper Works Clubman measures 4253 mm in length, 1800 mm in width, and 1441 mm in height, with a wheelbase of 2670 mm, ensuring a balanced and spacious design. How many doors does the Cooper Works Clubman have? The Cooper Works Clubman features 6 doors, offering easy access to both passengers and cargo. Pros and Cons ProsConsPowerful 231 hp engineRelatively small cargo volume (360 liters)Spacious seating for 5 passengersHigher gross weight (2070 kg)Responsive electric power steeringLimited fuel tank capacity (48 liters)Quick acceleration (6.3 seconds)Higher kerb weight (1565 kg)Versatile automatic 8-speed gearboxLimited ground clearanceStylish 19-inch alloy wheelsNo wheel covers for added protectionPrecise handling with multi-link suspensionHigher maintenance costs due to performance components

[myprofessionalpracticeblog]

Entry 7 - Reflection

When looking back at the subject over the last month, I have gained valuable knowledge and insight from the wide selection of guest speakers about the internship process, what NSOs and SSOs will be looking for when assessing interns, and much more. In comparison with myself before the subject, I have made massive personal steps when it comes to the interviewing process, and feeling more comfortable opening up and talking about myself, whilst also ‘selling myself’ and really taking a deep dive into what skills and traits make me valuable to potential employers, not to mention the non-verbal cues in interviews, body language, eye contact, etc. As mentioned by Martín-Raugh et al, whose article analyzing over 70 years of research on the power of nonverbal cues in job interviews states, “... not only does what candidates say in an interview affect hiring decisions…, so does how they say it… nonverbal cues such as smiling may signify that a person is willing to cooperate, while eye contact may signal to an interviewer that one is listening intently. The article goes on to say “As it is thought that it is more difficult to control nonverbal than verbal cues… interviewees' nonverbal cues may be harder to “fake” and thus convey “genuine” individual differences to the interviewer that are more reflective of how interviewees typically act” (Martín-Raugh et al, 2023).

This subject has taught me a lot about myself and has given me the confidence, and the platform to push from and attempt to progress my career in not only the working industry but also the sports media industry, with the valuable insight I previously mentioned from guest speakers such as Steph Tirado, Zoe Lorenzin and more. This newfound confidence has come particularly through the A3 Interview, as before the interview I had never had any form of working experience, let alone had my own job interview, so I was extremely nervous in the build-up to the interview, but after receiving some very positive feedback, I feel more confident than ever that I can take that step out of my comfort zone and go seek some part-time work, so that I can have some previous working experience for when I graduate and look for full-time working opportunities.

Overall, I believe the transition subject has provided me with very valuable knowledge on Internships, allowed me to improve my interviewing skills, and given me the confidence to go out and finally search for part-time working experience.

References:

Martín‐Raugh, Kell, H. J., Randall, J. G., Anguiano‐Carrasco, C., & Banfi, J. T. (2023). Speaking 

without words: A meta‐analysis of over 70 years of research on the power of nonverbal cues in job interviews. Journal of Organizational Behavior, 44(1), 132–156. https://doi.org/10.1002/job.2670 

[ufo-thetimesareripe]

Gaetz’ tactic is to convince his peers that the Schumer Amendment takes 25 years for disclosure. This is false.

We must write and call representatives and explain they’ve been mislead, or they may fall for it.

Before we address the 25 years… Firstly, the Burchett-Gaetz Amendment DOES replace the Schumer Amendment. It adds to the House version of the NDAA 2024, not the Senate version. The House version does NOT contain the UAPDA (Schumer Amendment). People saying this isn’t a replacement do not understand the two part voting process.

Gaetz isn’t talking out of his ass when he said the senate has to choose one or the other. You can take that to the bank.

He is trying to make his peers believe the Schumer Amendment doesn’t disclose anything to the public for 25 years: https://twitter.com/RepMattGaetz/status/1729999073854283823 – and unless you read carefully, it can be easy to think that’s accurate.

**25 Years? The True Timeline:**

In a nutshell, the Schumer Amendment calls for anything older than 25 years to be disclosed to the government, that’s 1998 and older. So we get all of that almost immediately throughout next year, being turned into the review board. We get 52 years of secret UAP NHI docs and materials sent to the review board next year alone with the presumption of immediate disclosure, dating all the way back to 1947 (Roswell) and up to 1998.

Everything newer after 1998 and beyond has to age to 25 years old before its required to be submitted to government. This is to protect newer national security issues that are relevant today. So if it happened in 1999, we would get it next year. If it happened in 2000, we would get it in 2025. So on and so forth.

**If we don’t let them know they are being mislead, they may fall for the lie and vote for this new, absolute garbage, amendment.**

The Burchett-Gaetz Amendment 180 day timeline only pertains to publicly known ufo sightings, and only if they don’t pose national security threats. The Schumer Amendment calls for EVERYTHING to be turned over, publicly known or not, then after review for national security purposes, will determine what is released.

Quoting /u/mrsegraves

>The section it amends is NOT from the UAPDA. It is from the House version of the NDAA24.

>Full House version of NDAA, search Title X: https://www.congress.gov/bill/118th-congress/house-bill/2670/text/rds

>A screenshot of that title and subtitle: https://i.imgur.com/BiN5gSp.png

>The Schumer-Rounds amendment is in the Senate version. House Republicans are planning to send the Burchett amendment forward without approving the Schumer-Rounds amendment on their end

**Quoting u/stupidjapanquestions**

>Gaetz’s tweet which confirms this is an amendment to the NDAA24 and an alternative to the UAPDA. https://twitter.com/RepMattGaetz/status/1729999073854283823

>Coulthart has the same take: https://old.reddit.com/r/UFOs/comments/1876uj8/coulthart_rep_matt_gaetzs_proposed_alternative_to/

**CALL AND WRITE THE COMMITTEES:**

Thank you u/StillChillTrill

Senate: [https://democrats-armedservices.house.gov/2023/9/democratic-conferees-to-the-fiscal-year-2024-national-defense-authorization-act-conference-announced](https://democrats-armedservices.house.gov/2023/9/democratic-conferees-to-the-fiscal-year-2024-national-defense-authorization-act-conference-announced)

Republican: [https://armedservices.house.gov/news/press-releases/rogers-applauds-creation-fy24-ndaa-conference-committee](https://armedservices.house.gov/news/press-releases/rogers-applauds-creation-fy24-ndaa-conference-committee)

[foodvally]

How To Clean Kitchen Sink In The Right Ways

The kitchen is the heart of your home. It is a focal point of your home.

The sink busiest and full of germs where most people place the dishes here. 

Now here we talk about cleaning the kitchen sink. 

A sink is the busiest item in your kitchen in howl the day.

Your sink deal with raw sauce materials, coffee mugs, strain, food particles, and grassy messes and scums accommodate on the sink wall and around the Faust.

So it's no wonder to deep clean your sink long time. 

Left uncleaned too long, the bacteria and a germ-infested breeding ground for mold. 

Remove bacteria and germs and get your sink clean and beautiful. 

It’s time to learn how to clean your sink in the right way.

likely a bathtub and shower strain get residue buildup on our bodies and bath drain walls. 

Similarly, your kitchen gets residue on your sink which dirties your sink.

This residue comes from your plates, dishwashers, coffee mugs, pots, pans, and other materials. 

Follow our guidelines below on how to clean your kitchen in the best way without using hard chemicals. 

However by comparing effectively non-toxic products like baking soda, hot water, vinegar, and lemon juice for your sink.

There Are Many Types of Kitchen Sinks

Stainless steel sinks.

Ceramics sink.

Porcelain sink.

Corian sink.

Gray night sink.

quartz sink.

chrome sink.

plastic sink.

How To Clean Stainless Steel Kitchen Sink

stainless steel kitchens widely use in the household.

it is a degreaser stain on the owner's surface.

First, remove all the items from the sink before you being the job.

fellow this method to Clean Kitchen Sink In The Right Ways

Before cleaning the stainless steel sink avoid acidic and salty products these products damage and finish the shine of the sink.

what you need:

warm water.

dish soap.

sponge.

A soft cloth.

baking soda.

washing process:

Warm water and mild soap make a solution in a bowl.

The soft sponge dip into the bowl and scrubbed around the surface of the sink in a circular motion.

That is repeated 3 or 4 times around the surface of the sink. When the sink is shiny or grimy. the sponge dip into the solution and scrubbed around the surface sink and the walls of the sink to enhance the look and beauty like a new sink brand.

if your sink is stained oil and scum of soap appear on the sink surface or around the faucet.

Then one cup of sprinkle baking soda on the sticky or hard strains of the sink surface.

A teaspoon of white vinegar dab on a damp cloth wet a damp cloth scrub on the sink surface. Once a bubbling the fizzing started and the sticky stains started to remove.

mist be site, 5 minutes on the surface. 

When bubbling is stopped rinse the sink with hot water.

Dry the entire surface of the sink with a soft towel or cloth.

Towels and cloth enhance the grime of the sink.

Sealing:

continues cleaning the look and shine of the stainless steel damage a method is powerful to shine the stainless steel sink.

A small amount of olive oil through on the affected area and rub a Microsoft cloth on the surface in a circular motion.

The oil particles dampen into the purses.

Precautions:

Do not use bleach to clean the stainless steel sink.

Avoid toxic cleaner which contains acidic nature chemicals.

Do not allow to use of hard spongs which create streaks on the stainless steel surface which damages the look and shine.

How To Clean The Porcelain Sink

porcelain is made of high-temperature resistant material like kaolinite of hard ceramics.

the porcelain temperature between 1200 to 2670 degrees.

porcelain is made of soft clay ceramics.

it is durable, spotless, easy clean, high temperature, and not harmful to your kitchen appliances.

What you need:

Dish soap

Warm water

A damp cloth

A soft cloth

Washing process:

A solution of mild soap and lime.

A damp cloth dip into the solution and scrub on the entire surface of the porcelain sink.

If the stains are removed with this solution is done, otherwise use baking soda as a degreaser.

Sprinkle one cup of baking soda on the surface of the sink.

Clean With Baking Soda And Lemon

Baking soda work as a degreaser of sticky stains.

what you need:

Baking soda

A stir

A  sponge

Half cut lemon

A soft cloth

Washing Process:

Cut the lemon in half and scrub the salt on the strain.

Make a paste of one cup of baking soda and half lemon juice in a bowl with the help of a stir.

When bubbling and fizzing are stopped then rinse the sink completely with worm water.

If the strain grimy is done, otherwise acidity baking soda is used for glowing of the sink.

If you want to sink to shine then used olive oil on the surface of the sink and rub it with a Microsoft cloth which increases the shine and grime of the sink.

How To Clean Kitchen Sink Drains

When your sink is clean?

sink drains made of PVC pipe and plastic.

when the dirty kitchen princess cleans into the sink the fat, oil, soap scums, tiny soil particles, and food particles pass through into the drains and attach to the walls and dishwasher filters.

over time, some people take notice and make a plan to deep clean the sink.

The residue is produce odors and germs in the drain of a sink if you fellow to Clean Kitchen Sink In The Right Ways 

The bacteria buildup into the wall of the drain damages it in a few days.

Drains of the sink backbone of the sink. All you need is some chemicals to remove the residue from the draw.

What You Need:

Boil half a quarter of the water.

Half part of the lemon.

A cup of baking soda.

Rinse the drain with hot water.

Washing Process:

A cup of tea down on the solution of hot water and lemon.

When bubbling and fizzing start, wait for 30 minutes.

When bubbling is stopped then rinse with hot water completely.

When the drain has been cleaned in a while, to remove the residue firepower is needed. a bio-friendly cleaner very effective to remove residue from the wall of the drains. 

This cleaner removes the grease, food, soap, and lemon particles from the drains. 

That cleaner removes residue particles within 24 hours.

How To Clean A Sink Faucet

When the drain of the sink is clean, then the faucet is affected by germs. 

Some people think that faucets are not necessary to clean regularly. If you want to clean the faucet, you need.

what You Need:

White vinegar.

Floss or gunk.

Mild soap.

Sponge or soft cloth.

Olive oil.

washing Process:

Take warm water and dish soap in a bowl. 

Dip a sponge or soft cloth into the bowl. 

Combination of soap and warm water to create suds. Rub the sponge on the surface of the sink faucet and handle it carefully.

If the spot buildup on the surface of the sink, a few drops of vinegar are placed on it for a few minutes. 

After removing spots it is cleaned or rinsed.

Floss is the removal of germs around the faucet and handle.

A grab amount of floss placed on the faucet, wipe it away and rinse with a soapy cloth.

How To Clean Sink Hacks

The sink hacks dirt and unclogs during washing dishes in the sink.

Hacks are the main part or heart of your sink.

Over time, if you do not notice the sink color brownish or yellow it damages the sink surface.

Clean hacks enhance the sink working.

what You Need:

Baking soda

Vinegar

Soapy water

Old toothbrush

Half a piece of lemon

Warm water

Washing Process:

Empty all the items from the sink.

Make a solution of a 1:1 ratio of vinegar and baking soda in a bowl.

Pour the solution into the stained area and a sponge scrub on the sink surface.

Mist be site the solution on the surface for 5 minutes, then wash with warm water.

Dry with a soft cloth.

Clean Brass Hacks With Lemon, Baking Soda, And Salt

Brass is an alloy of copper and zinc.

Brass hacks enhance the look and beauty of your kitchen sink.

Regular cleaning of the brass kitchen sinks is not affected by the germs, scum, bacteria, and girls on the sink surface.

When you do not clean sink dishes regularly the simple spots accommodate on the sink surface.

Over time, you do not notice unclean the sink a greasy layer that appears on the surface which damages the sink surface in a few days.

What you need:

Lemon juice

Baking soda 

A sponge

Toothbrush in the old form

Warm water

Washing Process:

Prepare a solution of baking soda and half a cut of lemon juice in a large bowl with the help of stirring until a paste is formed.

Dip the toothbrush into the paste and scrub the brush on the surface for 2 or 3 minutes. 

Then wait 5 minutes then wash with warm water.

Dry with a soft cloth or towel paper.

How To Clean Ceramic Kitchen Sink

Ceramic sinks are used in the traditional age.

But now a days metal, stainless steel, brass, and knurled sink are used all over the world.

The ceramic sink is durable, timeless, shines, and cleans easily in a few minutes.

The ceramic sink is a very easy method to clean with soap and warm water with the help of baking soda and warm water.

What You Need:

Warm clean water

Dish soap

A soft cloth 

A sponge

Washing Process:

Prepare1:2 ratio of a solution of baking soda and water in a bowl.

Sprinkle the solution on the surface and wait 5 minutes and run with a damp cloth on the surface.

Clean with a damp cloth stay.

Washing with clean water in the excess form.

Dry with a soft cloth.

Precautions:

does knot use an acidic nature cleaner?

toxic cleaners avoid cleaning the ceramic sink.

avoid hard sponge brush to use for cleaning.

How To Clean Disposable Garbage

This is a simple method to clean garbage disposal. 

Garbage cleaning is a good job for your sink. 

After cleaning of sink and draining the food particles and odors in the garbage attached. What you need.

A combination of a cup of White vinegar in a tray and orange citrus and a small amount of salt with cold water freeze. 

After freezing the slice of ice sprinkle it in the garbage disposable. After 15 minutes rub with a soft cloth in a circular motion.

What You Need:

warm water.

vinegar solution.

sponge.

soft cloth.

a soft cloth.

Washing Process:

Vinegar removes the smell of garbage disposal.

If the garbage smells, Odors of disposal are finished by orange peel.

If you think your garbage grease, or food particles, add a small

 amount of fruit pit to refresh or chicken bone to turn on in the kitchen.

How To Clean Plastic Sink

there are different types of sinks in the market.

nowadays plastic sinks are in heavy demand by new householders.

plastic sink available in white and half-wight blooms.

the plastic sink is durable, silky, and easily clean.

it has dirt on the plates, tea cups, and uncleaned kitchen appliances.

if do not clean properly sticky spots appear on the sink and damage in a few days.

what you need:

vinegar in dilute form

warm water

baking soda

500ml sprayer bottle

a damp cloth

washing process:

half a cup of vinegar mixed in one bucket of water.

through this solution into a 500ml sprayer bottle and spray on the dirt sink and run a damp cloth on the surface until the stains are clean or removed.

wash the sink with warm water.

if the stains are sticky do not remove this solution take one cup of baking soda sprinkle on the surface and scrub with a damp cloth.

check the sink that the stains are removed otherwise, repeat this process until the stains are removed.

dry sink with a soft cloth.

precaution:

Do not use pure vinegar to clean plastic sinks.

Pure vinegar damage the plastic fastly.

Toxic cleaners are not allowed.

Use gloves before being your job.

Unrecommended cleaners avoid.

How To Clean Plastic Composite Sink

There are two types of sink of composite mostly used in homes today.

quart sink;

granite sink;

 The sink is a lot of useful things in the kitchen.

All the home members like girls, boys, gentlemen, women, and children also use the sink in their daily routine.

The composite sink is durable, beautiful, and made of ceramics, and concrete.

The main reason for sinking dirt is to remain the dirt alliances in the sink and spread randomly in the sink.

No one attention to cleaning and freeing the sink after your work in the kitchen.

Most women clean their sink appliances after cooking a meal.

The sink is clean your disposable garbage, sink drains, dishwasher, filters, and sink faucet are also clean.

Fellow our simple tips to clean your sink and make it beautiful and shiny.

What you need:

Warm water

Dish soap

A damp cloth

A soft cloth

Washing Process:

After washing your dirt appliances. Take a damp cloth and dip it into a soapy water solution and run on the sink surface all the edges and corners.

Then wash with warm water until the sticky stain removes easily.

Dry with a soft cloth to polish.

Conclusion:

It is a simple process. when the sink is dirty with the dressy and germs.

They remove the spot stain and thick layer with salt, baking soda vinegar, and warm water.

Cleaning the sink depends on the sink material.

Do not allow to use of bleach to clean the stainless steel sink or pure vinegar that damages the plastic sink.