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jadeittic · 1 year

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HS + Y/I: 2022 (SERIES)

EXTRA (8) -- mb i keep procrastinating i swear its not my fault (it is) LMAO

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"Okay, so tonight's dinner will be pizza, as I was informed. "Where are you?" Not knowing what she should be looking for other than a pizza box as she makes her way down the catwalk, YN says, "Is there a pizza box I should be looking for, really? — A sudden cheer could be heard from the other side of the stage, where Harry appeared to be pointing down to someone in the audience. Harry said, "C'mere, I think I found her. I'll even check my imaginary watch on my wrist to see how long it'll take her to get here," he said, motioning for YN to come over to his side.

"I actually believed a turtle was with me on stage," Harry jokes with a smirk on his lips, "YN finally made it over, much slower than anyone, actually." By this time, the two are arguing once more and have forgotten that they were looking for the pizza a fan had promised YN she would get at tonight's show.

"Well, I wouldn't really like the opportunity to slip and fall down as I'm running to you, no? - I'm simply being safe, unlike you." YN says with a cheeky grin plastered onto her face, to which Harry replies with a playful, offended look as he dramatically starts crying and places his hands over his eyes to stop his "tears" from falling out.

YN decides to move on, away from the conversation, and approaches the fan, who is holding a pizza box in the air. "Are you the one who promised me dinner?" The fan's head nodding told her everything she needed to know, even though she couldn't really hear what she was saying due to the audience and the earpiece placed in her ears. She then reaches over to the fan, carefully grabbing the box from the fan's hands without falling. As YN holds the box, her excitement quickly builds as she remembers how hungry she was before the show.

"Better hope it's your favorite pizza. If not, the pizza will be mine before you know it!" Harry approaches YN with a sneaky grin on his face. By turning away from the audience to hide the pizza they would be eating on stage, YN and Harry created needless suspense. — The boy standing next to YN laughs as she says, "Don't let me down, please," into her microphone.

It was YN's preferred pizza, which surprised her. As she crouches next to the fan, YN exclaims, "You are now my favorite person ever, I love you so much." — "You certainly made her happy, I suppose. Sincerely, I believed she would eventually cut off my head." Harry says as he squats down next to YN and receives snarling looks in return.

"Harry, I hate you so much." She pushes him in a playful manner until he falls to his back, at which point she turns to face the fan while grinning widely. — "You have my undying love. I adore you. Because of you, dinner is served!"

"Speaking of Adore You," Harry teases into his microphone as he motions for YN to stand, the upbeat instrumental playing through the speakers.

YN was spotted eating pizza while seated close to her and Harry's band.

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celebnews "Y'wanna do it with me?" -- "Pass. I don't want to barf out the pizza I just ate. And besides, you're not even drinking it with beer!" -- "Well, this is a family show, is it not?" YN LN and Harry Styles on doing a shoey at their concert at Perth.

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howyouloveyourdragon · 1 year

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ᴊᴇꜱꜱɪᴇ (ᴊᴀᴄᴇ)'ꜱ ɢɪʀʟ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪɪ

modern au jessie's girl masterlist

warnings: none that i know of but let me know if there are :) pronouns: she/her summary: someone wins the competition but with every winner there's a loser. word-count: 1,643 A/N: this part focuses less on aemond this time but i hope you all still enjoy it, i've been neglecting the other boys too much and thank you to everybody who has been voting in the polls, they have been very helpful <3

Aegon struggles to pretend the words don't hit him as Helaena reprimands him. It's times like this that he remembers they all came from the same sharp mother. So he protects his facade and tightens the muscles of his face and shoves past Daeron to the dance floor. There's only ever one person who makes him feel better after a scolding. He huffs as he dismisses the people congratulating him on the performance and the girls who pretend to be interested in him only to soak up attention though he supposes he does the same. Eventually his gaze pans across the bar and he finds you giggling with two of your friends. He sighs in relief. Oh fuck you have that cute little smile again. He thinks and instantly starts toward you. Your friend notices him and says something in your ear, the next band has come onstage and their set is so loud it's practically making his ears bleed. His heart almost stops when you spin around and light up at the sight of him. You squeal and throw your arms around him. Aegon chuckles and twirls you both. You laugh lightly and he already softens, forgetting Helaena's earful. "You were great!" You shout at him and his grin turns to beaming. "Thanks." he returns and glances over at you. "I know I told you already but you look fucking great." His compliment sends your eyes to roll and shove him playfully. "Keep that up and you'll lose your gaggle of admirers." Your tease catches him off guard and he barks out an anxious laugh. "You wouldn't want them to think I was your girlfriend." The scrunch of your nose makes his shoulders tense though he knows you are joking, the words almost shiver through his ears. He nods and thankfully you become too occupied by the music again to pay too much attention.

He itches to talk to you again but his pale eyes connect with those of his sister and a flash of guilt shoots through him. Aegon clears his throat. "Have you talked with Aemond yet?" He asks you, you strain to hear him over the music. Your eyes light up and you grasp his hands in sudden remembrance. "No but please tell him I'm looking for him if you see him cause oh my god that song!" You exclaim, his heart twinges again. Aegon doesn't know whether it's in attraction or pain. He selfishly shrugs even though he knows perfectly well where his brother is. "Course." He lies fluently. "Would..." His words have to be forced from between his teeth. He's never nervous when he's with you, why is he so fucking nervous? It feels like there's a god damn golf ball in his throat. He chickens out. Like Usual, he sighs. "I'm gonna get a drink." You nod and give him a quick hug before he slips away cursing himself. Aegon's figure reaches the bar and sighs, settling himself on a stool. He mutters and waves at the man behind the bar who starts promptly pouring him a glass. Aegon groans when his youngest brother's familiar presence drops on the stool beside him. "You're an idiot." Daeron announces with an amused expression. "Like everytime you do something stupid I'm like 'thank god, he can't top this' and then you do something like this and I'm like 'oh yeah, he can'." Daeron develops a curl in his lip and his brother knows it's ironically to make him feel better by joking about their unfortunate situation but all it does is irritate him. Aegon rolls his eyes and then glares. "The more you talk the more I think I'm in hell. Do you ever stop talking?" He snaps. "You might deserve to be after tonight." Daeron remarks. Aegon gives him a swat on his arm childishly and drowns once more in the drink before him.

There's an odd pause but neither feels uncomfortable. "He will forgive you, you know." Daeron eventually says and Aegon sighs. "I don't think he will." He murmurs, eyes tracking you in the crowd. Daeron bites his lip. "He will." "And how do you know that?" "He's Aemond." "Exactly, when has he ever forgiven anyone?" "He always forgives you." Aegon scoffs at the very idea. "No he doesn't, not really. He only pretends to for mum's sake and besides...I've never, well–" Aegon grumbles before words fail him. He feels that horrible feeling of his throat closing up again. "I've never done anything to do with her before. He's different about that kind of thing. Different about her. Hell, I didn't even know he had feelings before they met." Daeron snorts and then shifts in discomfort and finally looks over at you too. "So are you." He comments and nudges him gently. "Different around her. We know how you feel about her, we all know how you feel about her. Subtlety has never been your place, stupid." Aegon grits his teeth and tenses his shoulders. "Shut up." "Hm, I don't think I will." Aegon fakes a gag. "Don't hum that's Aemond's thing."

You laugh as your friend twirls you around. "Stop, I'm gonna throw up." You beam. As Jacaerys walks toward you, his grin broadens at your glow. He sneaks up behind you and drops his hands to settle on your waist. You shriek in surprise and jump before craning your neck to see him. You soften and smile. He kisses your temple and tugs your back flush to his chest. Your friend rolls their eyes and wrinkles their nose. "You're so gross." She whines. You shrug and can't beat the smile off your face. "You were amazing out there tonight." You beam up at him. His heart stutters and a blush builds on his cheeks. "Yeah?" He asks, grinning dopily. You nod. "I'm glad you think so." He leans over to kiss your cheek this time. Aegon watches and swallows around the lump in his throat. This time he looks at Daeron and shakes his head. Your hands reach up to entangle your fingers awkwardly in Jace's hair. His eyelids flutter closed and he murmurs softly. "Probably wouldn't have done it if you didn't push me to." You lean your head back on his shoulder, his arms climbing to enlace your fingers together and bring them down around you both. "Baela doesn't take no for an answer usually." You prod him with your nose. He snorts. "Just take the compliment." Jace argues but his words are still gentle, his fingers still soft. You shrug, smile growing.

Unfortunately your moment gets cut short by the announcer and both your heads snap to look at the stage, clenching each other's hands in anticipation. "The winner..." He mumbles, unblinking as he stares at the announcer. "And so, the winner of 2023 King's Gate Best Bands competition is...The Blacks!" The audience releases loud cheers and Jace gasps, holding tight around you. He beams and kisses your cheek as Cregan slaps a hand on his back, cheering as well. As the band starts to ascend the stage, Jace tugs your hand to join them even when you protest weakly, smiling as he insists. Back at the bar Aegon hardens his gaze and draws a sharp bitter smile. The hot pink light reflects against the shine of your hair and he tries not to let his eyes linger on the mark on your neck just barely visible. Jace snakes an arm around your waist and squeezes as his bandmates celebrate around you. Eventually he is handed the mic. "I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who voted tonight and an extra special thank you to Y/n who of course is the reason for our number." He looks at you with a glow warm enough to melt the sun. You can almost hear the throb of his heart through the fabric of his shirt. "You mean more to me than you'll ever know." Jace breathes, surrendering the microphone to Baela who clears her throat while he leans in to kiss your temple. A chorus of 'aw's and hollers spread through the venue and Aegon rolls his eyes before slamming his glass into Daeron's chest, not caring as it splashes over the both of them. He stands and much like their other brother, storms from the scene.

As you descend the stage again, Jacaerys doesn't stray his arm from around you. Instead, he clears his throat as the bar begins to empty. "Addam and Alyn are holding some get-together, I was–well, I was wondering if maybe you'd–" Baela interrupts him, wrapping her arms around your neck and grinning mischievously. "He wants you to go with us. Him specifically." With that she winks and lets Helaena tug her away, both of them giggling. He sighs but starts to smile as he looks up at you through his curly locks. This is possibly the only time you have ever seen him look bashful of all things. "Not how I wanted to ask you." Jace chuckles and stands in front of you, linking your hands together with entwined fingers. You curl your lip into your mouth in an attempt to bite back a smirk. "Oh yeah?" You ask, raising a teasing brow. You break away your hands so they can slip up his arms, his breath growing more shallow as you wrap them around his neck. You tilt your head in the most playful way you can manage despite your racing heartbeat. "Then try again." Jacaerys breaks into a smile and takes a step forward, bringing your already close bodies even nearer. "Will you go to the afterparty with me?" He asks, staring into your eyes and growing gentle in your embrace. You nod softly and lean until your noses rub against one another. "Yes."

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ownworldresident · 4 months

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Side by Side Chapter 7: Challenger

Book: The Royal Romance.

Premise: With new additions to their family, King Liam and Rayne must re-evaluate their relationship dynamic.

Themes: Found family, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, family.

Word Count: 3.2k per chapter, 18 chapters. About 60k.

Note: This story started just after TRR3 ended, and isn't related to TRH. See also Side by Side Masterlist & Master Masterlist Link

Two months after the wedding

Liam

The door flew open and she entered with a twisted smile. Liam set down his pen and leaned back, bracing for what would undoubtedly be another unpleasant interaction. The last few weeks had been particularly trying with his wife and he had all but given up on propriety.

“What is it, Madeleine?” he started without humour. “I have things to do.”

“You need to watch this.” Madeleine took the remote for the screen at the side of his office and began switching through channels, eyes on the screen. There was too much enthusiasm in her voice for this to be positive, and Liam sighed, then came around the table to watch. She settled on a news report; the backdrop was a New York City skyline. Liam turned to Madeleine, who was much too happy about this, and it filled him with dread.

They were speaking about some local conflict and the report was intercut with footage of it. Before he could question Madeleine on the relevance, however, the screen changed, music signalling a change in story. The reporter began again.

“We’ll return with more on that story later tonight. But for now, let’s return to our main story. For those of you just joining us, we have a special guest here this evening, would you please welcome back Genevieve O’Mara!”

The camera drew back to see a middle-aged woman in a crisp suit walk onstage. She waved to the crowd and took a seat opposite the host. Liam felt Madeleine’s gaze as the identity of the woman dawned on him. The crowd’s applause died down and the reporter continued.

“Along with being a rising figure in New York’s political scene, Ms O’Mara comes to us with her other claim to fame” – Genevieve smiled, adjusting her seat to face the reporter – “Some of you may also know of Genevieve’s daughter, Joanna Rayne Kham, who currently resides in Cordonia.”

A smiling photo of Rayne in her old waitress outfit flashed onscreen. He guessed that it was a few years old; her face was open and vulnerable, and without the cares and experiences she had now. That innocence, he guessed, might be why they chose it.

“Rayne is the current Mistress of recently married King Liam, and we have a photo of the wedding here…”

Liam clenched his fists and tried to ignore Madeleine’s sardonic smirk as a picture of the two of them before the Basilica filled the screen. It zoomed in past their formal smiles to the edge of the frame where Rayne was laughing with Olivia and Leo. The image faded back to the studio.

“So, Gen, the question on all our minds. What happened? How does a young woman like your daughter, who surely has so much more to offer the world, end up as just ‘the other woman’ to a young European monarch?”

Liam’s stomach lurched as he prepared for what could only be damaging words, and he tightened his fists in an effort to keep his hands from shaking. Genevieve straightened, that same sweet smile as when he had briefly met her last year.

“My beautiful, darling Rayne, who I have not been allowed to see for months, is a strong woman. It breaks my heart that she is being used in this way.” She sighed theatrically. “I can only hope that, with enough support, we can liberate her from the grasp of this king.” She finished with a damp-eyed face to the camera and sympathetic sounds came from the unseen audience.

Liam stared at the screen, rooted to the spot and barely breathing as the woman discredited her own daughter.

“Are you saying that King Liam is holding her against her will?”

“As I said, I raised my daughter to be strong. I was surprised that she was not beside me to grieve the tragic accident that took her brother, my son, two years ago. I thought she must need her own space.” She choked out the last few words, wiping a tear from her eye to accompany the blatant lie. He might have felt more compassion from her if he didn’t have the full truth from Rayne.

“Rayne was in a vulnerable place, then,” responded the reporter, “when she travelled to Cordonia.” Genevieve nodded.

Madeleine watched him closely, and he kept his anger well checked.

“I’m sure the King made her a good offer.”

“No doubt.” Genevieve nodded, then sighed. “I can only think of one other reason that my daughter would allow herself to be manipulated like this, but it is difficult to see how it could be the only reasons she stayed…”

Liam held his breath.

The door opened again and Rayne entered, wide eyes darting around the room and settling on the screen.

“You’re just in time, Joanna,” greeted Madeleine. Rayne paled at the name. She came to stand between them and Liam gripped her trembling hand as the horror continued to unfold. Just in time.

“…you’re saying is that the reason we haven’t seen your daughter out in public recently is that she’s pregnant?”

“Oh my god…” Rayne covered her mouth and stumbled back toward the couch on the opposite side of the room. Liam followed, steadying her gait and crouching to hold her hand when she was seated.

“Exactly. I have the transcript of our last message where she indicated as—”

“Turn it off,” Liam said firmly. Madeleine raised an eyebrow.

“—All I can ask, Rayne, if you’re watching—”

“Off, Madeleine. Now,” he demanded. They had heard more than enough. Beside him, Rayne’s breathing was shallow and quick, her gaze still fixed on the screen.

“—know that I love you. Don’t let this—”

Madeleine switched off the television and turned to face them. “You need to put together a statement. This will become cancerous to your rule if you don’t stamp it out now. Our people need answers.”

“I am well aware of this,” he said evenly, more focused on Rayne than the conversation. “Now leave us.”

“We need to work together on this problem.” He eyes darted to Rayne as she said it, then back to him. “We need to do it soon.”

“I will take care of it, leave us.” He repeated, then turned to Rayne, who was now staring at the floor and visibly trying to calm herself. When Madeleine approached the desk, Liam stood to intercept. “That was not a request. I will not ask again.”

Her mouth was a thin line as she responded. “Be careful whom you threaten.” She returned the remote. “I will draft a response.”

The moment she was gone, Liam was at Rayne’s side, rubbing her hands. She pulled one free and rested it on her belly as her breathing became shallower.

“Breathe, Rayne, deep breaths.” He lifted a hand to her face, and panic shot through him when she winced.

“I-I can’t… why would… she do that,” Rayne spoke in gasps, turning watery eyes to him. Her breathing was returning to normal which released the pressure on his own chest. She stood slowly, and he rose with her.

“It doesn’t matter now,” he soothed, “we will handle this. It will be fine.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but was caught in short breaths, and Liam returned her to the couch, sitting beside her.

“In any case,” he said gently after a few moments as he held her. “It’s been almost three months. We had planned to make the announcement in a few days, now that we are out of danger.”

Slowly, Rayne’s breathing calmed, and he felt her chest rise and fall more evenly against his. He smiled, rubbing her arm. After a while like that she drew back to look at him, frowning.

“They…” she cleared her throat, “they’re implying you’re keeping me here against my will. Even if I go out there now, you’re still going to be under fire from the press. They won’t let this go easily.”

“We will be fine, my love. I will be fine.” After the repetition, he pulled her close again. “Once they know the truth, they will understand. I promise.”

“I’m worried about what this means for you,” she said against his chest.

“Whatever it is, I will work with it.” He smiled. “Right now, this means I can tell the world that six months from now, I will be a father.”

Present day

Rayne

Rayne sat by the front steps to the palace with Leo in her arms and Evie in the twin pram beside her. The weather was cooling, and the air outside was a fresh contrast to the stillness in the palace. Despite the staff, the council and occasional visitors there was an immensity to the place that was difficult to fill. It was one of the reasons Rayne enjoyed the warmth and familiarity of her own suite with its smaller rooms and reflections of love and family in every room.

Being outside was one way Rayne could reconnect with the world apart from the palace. The open sky was a place larger than vaulted ceilings and three level atriums. It still made her feel small, but in a comforting way.

Lost in her musings, Rayne didn’t hear the gates open down the gravel drive until a vehicle appeared through them. She smiled and stood, smiling more to herself when her joints cracked from the long wait. Getting old, she thought, and it felt like that sometimes. But since she was still in her mid-twenties it was more a complaint to amuse herself.

Barely had the vehicle stopped thirty feet from her when the door flew open and a woman leaped out. A familiarly blond, curvy figure in gaudy colours and dark lipstick.

“Rayne!” Clair cried, forgetting her bag and the open door in her haste to embrace her friend. Rayne shielded Leo in preparation for an unexpected impact but it never came. Clair recollected herself in time to register the infants and paused a few feet away. “Is that…”

“Leo,” Rayne said as she adjusted him to be more visible, “and Evie just here.” She nodded to the pram still close beside her. Rayne felt the comparative placidity of her own energy in contrast to Clair, who pressed both hands to her mouth with a sheen in her eyes as she took in the tiny bundles.

“They’re so beautiful,” Clair managed after a moment. Unexpectedly, the words bloomed in Rayne’s chest as if a compliment to herself. Rather than address it, she agreed.

“They really are.”

Evie murmured from the pram and Rayne adjusted Leo to reach down and shift her blanket a little to hold her hand. Clair watched, but their attention was a moment later drawn back as Clair’s bag was carried past.

“The letter I received wasn’t specific about where I was staying…” Clair frowned, distracted, as one of the palace staff carried the suitcase up the stairs, and Rayne frowned at her reference to a letter she had no knowledge of.

“There’s a room prepped for you in the guest wing.” She adjusted Leo again and returned him to the pram beside his sister. “Stay here as long as you like.”

“The guest wing…” Clair smirked. “Sweet deal. I should have known in college that you would end up living like royalty."

Rayne chuckled as she turned the pram around. Her preferred entrance to the palace took them through a small garden on the west side of the main building. It was closer to the royal wing, but they could detour to the guest wing on the way.

"Wow." Clair stopped, and Rayne withdrew from the logistics in her mind. "That view," her friend clarified. Rayne followed her gaze to the visible parts of the city and her first thought was that you could hardly see any of it from here. She smiled.

"You remind me of how I felt when I first arrived."

Clair frowned then, resting an arm across Rayne's shoulders. "Has this place lost its wonder in your eyes?"

"No… it's just…" she paused, looking for the right words. "I am very happy here."

Clair sighed, squeezed Rayne's shoulders in a one armed hug, then released her, and they continued.

"You've never been a good liar." Clair said, more sombre, as they walked with the pram before them. "I hope you really are happy here, because you deserve that." She paused, sighed, then added, "more than anyone I know."

And that was the last thing said between them until they reach the entrance, which was level with the upper floor.

Clair had resumed her gaze at everything around them and stepping into the palace was no exception.

"Oh my…" she didn't finish the expression as she took in the opulence that Rayne was now so used to after nearly two years. She recalled Clair’s earlier words.

"Tell me about the letter you got."

Clair’s attention snapped back, and they stopped at the entrance to the royal wing.

"I assumed you knew." She frowned once more. “I got a letter and a plane ticket that said you needed help. I don’t know who sent it, but I heard your darling mother was here, so I came as soon as I could.”

Rayne stared at her. It was one thing for her to get in touch, another entirely for someone to call her over. She did a mental scan for which of her friends would have contacted Clair and landed on Drake. Dammit.

"Don't be mad, Rayne. It was past time I came over."

She was saved from responding by familiar footsteps approaching from the farthest room, and steeled herself for the interaction.

"I didn't realise you ever left your apartments," Madeleine said when she reached them, casting a disapproving eye over both.

Not unexpectedly, Clair didn’t wait for an introduction.

“Hello, Your Majesty,” she said, with the wide smile Rayne recalled as reserved for when she was being deliberately disrespectful. "An honour."

"Indeed." Came Madeleine’s reply. Taller than Clair by an inch in her heels (and taller than Rayne by nearly four), she looked down on them both. Her manner wasn't the worst Rayne had experienced, but being in front of her guest was pushing it.

"I'm sure Madeleine has many important tasks to achieve." She cut off the conversation, if it could be called that. Clair fidgeted, but Rayne put a hand on her shoulder before any retort came. "Matters of governance, we should let you return to them."

"Astute." Madeleine said, lips curling into a smile that made Rayne uncomfortable. "As it happens, my business involves meeting with the King, my husband, before my next meeting." And she passed them without another word.

"Give Liam my best," called Rayne before she could resist, using Liam's name instead of his titles. Madeleine didn't pause, and Rayne knew the sentiment would never make it to him.

Close to a year now, Rayne had been subject to the jibes and reiterations of their comparative statuses. It hadn't affected her in a long time, but doing it in front of her guest was a step too far.

Clair offered her own farewell in the form of a particular hand gesture, then smirked at Rayne.

"What a bitch." She said, not checking whether they could still be heard. "You put up with that?"

Rayne rolled her shoulders back, rested her hands on the pram again, and they continued their walk to her suite.

"She's mostly harmless," she shrugged, "just doesn't like me. In her eyes I'm here solely to placate Liam and make him happy, whilst she remains in charge."

Clair was quiet for a few moments as they walked, looking around at the sculptures and paintings and rich colours, then glanced at Rayne again.

"Maîtresse-en-titre." Clair said as they slowed near Rayne's door. "Just saying…"

Rayne frowned, vaguely remembering the term. She put a hand on the door knob, then snorted in amusement.

"Official mistress?"

Clair grinned. "You were always good at history."

"French court, 15th century. Semi-formal position." They entered the rooms and she laughed, adding; "with their own apartments in the palace."

"Now you're just showing off." Clair said as she looked around the room. "Wow…" then she turned back to continue, still grinning. "So, you're the semi-official girlfriend. With the difference being you can legitimize your children."

Rayne stopped smiling as she lifted Evie out of the pram. Madeleine was right, then. She was here for the sole purpose of keeping Liam happy and having, but not necessarily raising, his children.

Clair appeared at her side with concern, noting the change in her.

"But you're so much more than that," soothed her friend. "They'll realise that very soon, and you'll get everything you deserve. I promise."

Rayne nodded, unconvinced, but smiled anyway. "I have Liam, and I have Leo and Evie. That's all I need."

Clair sighed, then refocused on Leo, still in the pram. "Can I..?"

She nodded again, and Clair beamed, lifting him from the pram and holding him very gently. "They look just like you, Rayne. Except for those eyes… so blue."

When the twins were settled in their rockers, Clair turned to her again. “Please let me see my friend,” she said, placing a hand on Rayne’s forearm. “Miss that girl.”

Rayne gave a small smile, then excused herself under the pretence of finding Evie’s knitted blanket and moved down the hall. Behind her, Clair was already cooing to them, scheming over replacing their mother as favourite caretaker.

Down the hall in her bedroom, Rayne gently closed the door and fell back against it, burying her face in her hands. She should have expected the direct questions and prodding, but it had caught her off-guard, with Clair trying to go deeper that Rayne had willingly ventured in months. Vulnerability, in this environment, made her an easy target for many people. Liam was the only one who saw that side of her, when she let it out at all. She wiped away a few tears and wondered, not for the first time, whether this was truly sustainable.

That didn’t matter, she reminded herself, because she wasn’t important in this situation. Leo and Evelyn were.

“You are stronger than this.” She repeated to herself. Then, straightening, she cleared her throat and smiled. Better. Leaving the moment behind, she approached Liam’s walk-in robe, stopping when she spotted Evie’s blanket in a chair by the window. Liam brough his daughter in here when she woke up, rather than the living room. The smile became a little easier when focused on that.

Moving back toward the main room, Rayne leaned on the door frame and watched her friend holding Leo again, making faces. She glanced up.

“This boy is such a flirt. Wonder where he gets that from.” Clair grinned, then sobered when she focused on Rayne. “That smile is just like the ones you wear whenever you’re on the news.”

Rayne sighed. “I know.”

“I’d really love to see my friend while I’m here. No judgement. An honest conversation, that’s all.”

“I know.” Rayne moved further into the room and wrapping the blanket around her daughter before picking her up and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Apparently seeing the subject was over, Clair moved on. “So… is daddy’s brother here at the moment?”

She smirked. “I wondered how long it would take you.” Rayne looked at Clair properly. “I’m still debating whether to introduce you.” Unsurprisingly, Leo had discovered Rayne had a friend coming days before. Despite his questions, she hadn’t confirmed if Clair was single, or even interested in men.

“I’m not that bad,” Clair said, grinning when Rayne lifted an eyebrow, and moving on. “If you’re holding Leo the uncle back, when do I get to meet the elusive father?”

“Liam should be here really soon. He’s finishing early today. To meet you, actually.” Rayne frowned. “What time is it?”

“A little after five,” Clair said, looking at her watch. “I would have expected punctuality from His Majesty.”

“One among many excellent qualities...” Not wishing to worry her friend, Rayne kept her growing concern internal. ”He’s probably just caught up with something. I’ll message him.” Rayne pulled out her phone, and frowned at it.

“I can keep an eye on them if you want to go to his office? I’ll tell them the tale of how I met the most tenacious little girl ever.”

“Good idea, and thank you.”

“Go ahead. We’ll be alright here.” Clair nodded to her. Rayne responded the same and headed out the door.

Her gait steadily increased as she moved through the halls, breath coming short. There was no logic in the foreboding, but in her heart, Rayne felt something was wrong.

No one answered her knock when she arrived, and the door was ajar. She pushed it open. One figure in the room – slumped forward in the chair behind his desk.

“Liam!” She rushed to his side to find him motionless, still half in his chair but face down on the desk. Work surrounded him, pen still in his slack hand, and tears stung her eyes when she shook his shoulders and received no response. “No, no, no, no… please…” she pleaded in earnest, begging him to still be breathing as the world begun to close around her.

Pulling herself together enough to gently turn his head, Rayne placed two fingers near his nose. Her heart skipped as she waited to feel his breath, and when she did her legs nearly gave out. Alive, but that didn’t stop her limbs from shaking. There was no reason for him to be unconscious here, and no immediate explanation in the items around him, but then the document beneath him caught her eye, a messy scrawl like a bad imitation of Liam’s signature visible. Gently easing the document free, she blinked into focus, and read the heading.

Fire flooded her veins.

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imaginidol · 10 months

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Suho: After Hours

Junmyeon anxious picked up his phone practically almost every ten seconds. He’d put it down after seeing no new notifications, pace back and forth for a couple seconds, then check again.

Please tell me you’re coming, he thinks to himself.

He practices a few vocal scales and exercises to warm up his voice, hoping to perform his best at tonight’s particular Mozart! showing.

Suddenly, mid-vocal exercise, his phone buzzes.

Junmyeon scrambles to his dresser to check on it.

[New Message: Hey, Mr. JunMozart!! :) I’ve just gotten to the venue. I look forward to seeing you tonight!!]

The excited boy feels his chest grow heavy as his heart skips multiple beats.

“You’re here!! You actually came!” he joyously whispers to himself as he pats down a few flyaway hairs in the mirror. “I’ve got to look my best tonight. I can’t afford to mess up at all.”

Junmyeon quickly texted you back, giving you directions as to where to go once the performance ended.

He looked to the left end of his dresser, where a beautiful bouquet of mixed blue marguerite daisies, dragon’s breath, and lavender flowers stood — all the colors that reminded him of you.

If all goes well tonight, Junmyeon thought hopefully, I’ll ask you out on a date. I really hope you say yes.

For the first few scenes of the Mozart! musical, Junmyeon tries his best to scout you in the audience. It doesn’t take him more than a couple songs to finally spot you, and he had to hold back a brightening smile that threatened to escape his excited face once he found your bright face in the crowd.

Damn, he thinks, you’re way more beautiful in person.

This would be, in fact, the first time you’ve met in person. And Junmyeon hoped that, if you accepted a date with him after the show, you’d both spend more time in person together.

Who would’ve thought the most beautiful model would’ve actually accepted and responded to my direct message!? He almost laughs mid-performance after recalling the absolute blessing of you answering his Instagram DM. You soon became good friends after many weeks of talking, and tonight was finally the night you’d meet for the first time.

What you didn’t know was that this boy was head over heels for you, looking forward to you every time you spoke on the phone, texted, FaceTimed, and sent each other short vlogs of your daily lives. He felt he was ready to ask if you’d wanted to take your special friendship a step further as romantic partners.

And now here you were, dressed in an elegant sparkling gown of your favorite color, looking as graceful to Junmyeon as you ever had. He was absolutely gushing on the inside almost every time he’d caught sight of you from the stage.

You, on the other hand, weren’t too far from the same mesmerizing feeling as you’d watch Junmyeon’s performance on stage.

Wow, you thought to yourself after hearing the versatile range of his capturing voice, I hadn’t known how incredible his singing sounded like in person.

EXO-L’s are crazy lucky to have someone like him to look up to.

Over the past few weeks, you’d grown to look forward to the precious moments you shared digitally with the boy onstage, making time between your hectic modeling schedules just to get to see or hear from him.

I’d like to see some sort of future between us, you think to yourself as the talented boy sung his heart out onstage.

The performance goes smoothly, Junmyeon’s voice captures the attention of the opera house in its entirety, standing ovations and flowers coming his way towards the ending finale. He excitedly looked for you in the crowd and, once again, felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of you cheering generously for the performance.

After the musical has ended, you carefully follow his instructions and make your way backstage. A few heads turn at the sight of you in your gorgeous, sparkling gown as you make your way to Junmyeon’s dresser.

“Suho,” you say quietly, smiling warmly at the sight of Junmyeon’s head turning around to the sound of your voice.

“You made it,” he breathes, his eyes making their way from your face to your gown and back to your sparkling eyes. “You look so… so amazing.”

“Thank you, as do you,” you smile, accepting a warm, long and precious hug from him. You smell his elegant against his neck, feel his broad shoulders under your hands, see his sweet smile at your attention.

“I can’t believe that… you’re really here. Thank you for coming tonight, this is so crazy to me,” he smiles.

“Thank you for inviting me,” you say, still keeping your eyes locked with his as his hands gently remained wrapped around your waist.

“I, uh, I’ve been wanting to ask you something, but I wanted to wait until this very moment,” he whispers. “Until the moment I could finally feel you in my hands.” His eyes softened and his voice grew huskier. He turned to the dresser and carefully presented the delicate bouquet of his hand-picked flowers for you.

“It’s been a pleasure getting to know you since we first messaged each other, but tonight, if you’d let me, I’d like to ask if you’d let me be your… boyfriend,” his voice is softer now and his eyes are hopeful.

You reach toward the lovely bouquet in front of you, appreciating the way the colors complemented each other. “Junmyeon,” you whisper, “shouldn’t I be the one giving you flowers tonight for your wonderful performance?”

He laughs nervously, but you cup your hand around his jaw.

“I’d be absolutely thrilled to call you my boyfriend, Junmyeon,” you smile, reaching in to leave a soft, gentle first kiss against his lips.

The moment ensues, and you and Junmyeon remain still, holding each other in your arms as you shared soft kisses to celebrate your new chapter as lovers.

“I have dinner reservations for us,” he says softly. You smile, suddenly looking down.

“Wait,” you say, “should I change out of this gown? Would I be overdressed?”

He smiles.

“You are so stunning, love. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

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pancake-breakfast · 10 months

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Tired and headachey, but not yet ready for sleep, so I will read more Trigun.

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 4, Chapters 1-2 below.

TriMax Volume 4 Covers

Knives looks so nice on the cover, you could almost forget he's a villain.

My Japanese isn't good enough to translate Nightow's chicken scratch without putting in more effort than I'm going to tonight, so I'm pretending that Vash is crying because he's hungry and really doesn't want to give up this, the perfect bowl of ramen, to someone else.

Ey! It's a tiny Zazie! Also, that looks like Ninelives again on the back cover, and if he shows up in this volume in any useful capacity, I might have to break something.

Also also, saxophone! I wonder how Midvalley's spine is doing.... (Better than Legato's, probably. That boi's gonna have back pain for life.)

I'd be screaming if there was a cockroach on my neck, too, Wolfwood.

"Killer Horn Blues." I WONDER who we'll see in THAT chapter!

Chapter 1: Countdown

Jessica, are you not like 15?

Does... does Vash know he's your sweetie? Has he agreed to this??

LOL, Vash brought the boys. He knows better than to be alone with her. Brad looks happy, at least.

Wait, does "the boys" here include Twolives?! How in the world!??!

Pretty sure the LAST thing Brad wants to do is insult Jessica's food.

LOL, Wolfwood looks like his brain farted out at the idea of a satellite with intergalactic communication abilities. Vash is probably right to try and clear up the situation, despite Wolfy's protests.

Oh, hey! I recognize that globe!

Interesting that it took them like 50 years just to get the comm signal working enough to send messages to earth.

Something something casual clothes Wolfwood!

Meryl wearing fringe!!!

This is... actually a really nice prayer.

Oop, machine go *bing!*

Uhhhhh... I hope the Earth ship is gonna bring supplies if it's heading this way, given how little the people here have.

Casual boys! Casual boys!!!

LOL, the girls are already drunk somehow....

Luida, thanking those who put in so much work but didn't quite make it to the day....

Heh, Vash's drinking tie has made an appearance.

Whoa. Angry Knives face jumpscare. Why's he gotta be like that??

Welp, that sobered Vash up real quick.

He was trying to make an angel arm in the last volume! Knives, sir! Put. That. Away!

Something sharp seems to be moving very fast....

Ohhh, Knives picked up the signal and isn't pleased.

He... he might make good on his threat. He has the ability. Also, glad he doesn't have his stupid helmet and that chest spike anymore. Also also, he needs to finish belting those belts on his one leg.

Brad might still be a bit iffy about Vash, but at this point, Vash trusts Brad. Their relationship has come a long way.

I honestly don't blame Vash for wanting to sneak out before Jessica notices. If I had someone that clingy forcing me into an uncomfortable romance situation, I'd skedaddle, too.

LOL, Wolfwood freezing outside. Insisting he comes along. Not giving Vash a say in the matter, really.

Jessica. Honey. Move on.

Chapter 2: Killer Horn Blues

So, we've gone through about half the Gung-Ho Guns at this point.

Looks Like Midvalley's band really killed it onstage, huh?

Heh, for all the weirdness in the Gung-Ho Guns, it seems like Midvalley and Hoppered get along pretty decently.

Ohhh, is this flashing between present time and when Midvalley was recruited?

Knives looks eerily similar to Vash here. His expression is almost kind. He looks like Vash when Vash is tired.

Dude. Midvalley. This is not a good way to live one's life.

Midvalley might have saved his bandmates' lives by telling them to stand down. He might be belittling himself for not noticing a bad deal when it comes his way, but in this flashback, it seems like he actually did recognize it, and perhaps just didn't know what to do about it.

Knives, knife collector. I like it.

I like how in the spread of the Gung-Ho guns here, Wolfwood's cross is unmistakable. Just in case for some reason the reader forgot, they're taking the time to remind you that this is where Wolfwood was some volumes back. Though, notably, Wolfwood himself doesn't appear to be in this shot? Or at least not recognizably. There's a lot going on here so maybe I'm just not seeing it....

Midvalley understands that someone interested in genociding the human race isn't going to stop once his elite chosen have wiped out the last of the others. He knows his life is forfeit as soon as the job is done. And he has no idea how to get out of this deal.

Eyyy, it's sopping wet cat Legato!

There we go. The reveal of what exactly Wolfwood's role is in all this, as assigned by Knives himself. I'm sure this will bode well in the long-term for Vash and Wolfwood's relationship and nothing bad will happen to either of them because of it.

Hahahaha, Legato didn't know. He feels left out. Unlike Midvalley, he somehow thinks he might be of value to Knives. He wants to be of value to Knives so bad. And it just makes him more of a monster.

Ah, Midvalley didn't manage to save is band after all....

Some part of him really, really wants to take out Knives. Even if the attempt will kill him.

For some reason, I suspect Knives knows Midvalley's feelings on this. I think Vash would know if their positions were switched. And Knives can figure it out, too.

I'm gonna pretend Wolfwood is jealous of Rem, this unknown woman who Vash is obsessed with, because he's misreading the situation and overly attached to Vash.

"A few million miles without water." LOL

Wolfwood's brain is too far in work mode right now. Stop it, Wolfy.

I hope that car is the girls.

YUUUUUUUUSSSSSS

Meryl flaunting her water as they drive by is priceless.

Heh. No more solo missions for the Gung-Ho Guns against Vash. They're losing too many of their numbers that way.

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Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10 || Volume 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 1 Supplemental Research, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Volume 1: Covers + 1-2, 2 DT, 3-4, 3 DT, 5-6 || Volume 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Volume 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7

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fleckcmscott · 1 year

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Tiny Sparks

Summary: On a beautiful night in Gotham, Arthur and Y/N enjoy a long awaited date.

Words: 3,441

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: @sweet-nothings04 requested a story that covered the date night mentioned in Ch. 5 of Way Back Home. Never had I thought that writing something relatively simple would be such a challenge! 😂 Thank you so much for the request! I hope you all enjoy. 😊 Much appreciation to @forever-fleck for allowing me to use one of her lovely edits for the intro-pic.

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!

The refrigerator's glow beckoned like a distant star.

A salad packed for Y/N's lunch tomorrow. One inch of Five Alive orange juice in a plastic pitcher. An open can of Heinz baked beans sealed with plastic wrap. No, no, no. He scanned the door. Universal Foods ketchup, poppy seed dressing, mustard that dated back to 1982...

"Ah ha." Arthur ripped the jar of green olives from the shelf, twisted the lid with the urgency of a man opening a bottle of nitroglycerin. He shoved a spoon into the jar, shoved it in his mouth. The night out would delay dinner by three hours. By quarter past seven, his stomach had gotten loud enough to be picked up by a microphone.

Tummy tided over, he went to the bedroom to finish getting dressed. Though summer, a cold front had rolled in, settled over the city since Tuesday, a refreshing sixty-two degrees. He slid a short-sleeve dress shirt up his arms. Slipped a navy sweater off a wooden hanger, the cardigan with red, yellow, and pink stripes along the placket. A sheer knit out of one of Mabel's catalogs, perfect for layering, according to his sister-in-law. And the splashes of color fit the image he wanted to present tonight.

This would be his first performance since Y/N's and his return from Missouri. He'd written and rewritten, practiced his stance and body language, studied his facial expressions and showbiz grin. Done everything he could to make his material work. Whether it was confidence that spiraled upward or the urgent need to get onstage, he couldn't tell. But he had an inkling it'd all go swimmingly. Would've bet his last dollar on it.

As he folded back the sweater's cuffs, Y/N breezed through the doorway. She swooped to snag a pair of sandals from the closet floor and sat in the corner chair.

"Don't forget to tuck in your shirt," she said. Ankle crossed over knee, she secured a beige strap around her heel.

His movements slowed while he observed her. Since coming home, their emotional connection had deepened to a depth that rivaled the Mariana Trench. She'd seemed to strike an accord, both with him and herself. Revealed an openness she'd hidden behind a disarming smile whenever dodging the rare inquiry about her former life.

Now when she shared recollections, her face brightened more than it darkened. They browsed her photo album a couple times a week, getting through a few pages here and there. Some days only one. There were moments she'd cut herself off, maintain the border she'd built within her heart to banish the bad.

"Old habits are hard to break," she'd say, front teeth shoved into bottom lip, the pressure turning it waxy. But more and more, she pushed forward. Gave space and voice to her experiences. Interlinked their pasts and paths, the roads crisscrossing between them.

In therapy, he'd talked about their trip, what Y/N had told him. Disclosed what was sufficient for Dr. Ludlow to get the drift. "It's hard for Y/N," he said. "I wanna be there for her. I don't want her to be sad anymore." Fourteen years of sadness had been enough.

"I think it's wonderful you want to help her. That many years of caregiving takes a toll. But she loved her father deeply, and sadness is a typical reaction to those types experiences. Let me ask you: if something happened to Y/N, what would your response be?"

His heart became a cannonball that plummeted to his stomach. "I'd die."

"No," Dr. Ludlow said, uncrossing her legs. "You would not die. You'd come to my office, and we'd work through it together. My point - we come back to this a lot - is that no emotion is negative. It's what you do with your feelings that matters. Sadness isn't a bad feeling. Unpleasant, yes, but necessary. It's a wave we all ride, just like happiness or anger. Let her ride those waves and be her lifejacket when she needs it. You'll know. Trust yourself to know."

He'd followed that guidance to the letter. The other night, they'd gone to bed at the usual hour, lain in the mottled blackness of their room. Soft snoring was the usual lullaby that sung him to sleep, but her repeated sighs continued well past midnight. He'd turned to find her on stomach, forearms shoved beneath her pillow. He'd pressed a kiss to the velvety valley between her shoulders. Placed a protective palm on her side.

She'd rolled onto her back. Spoke with a smile and wet eyes. "You give me a lot of strength by letting me be weak."

The inclination to argue had twisted his tongue. He'd gnawed the tip to stop himself. There was no way he'd say what he wanted at half-past lights out, anyway. Plus, he understood what she meant. Weakness was a hard-won refuge, third nature and allowed only with him. Still. During the decades they'd spend together, her characterization would be one they'd never agree on. It went right on the list alongside the greatness of Gotham and the entertainment value of Milton Berle.

Adjusting her champagne dress's petal sleeves, she swished past him to pluck gold earrings from her jewelry box and stepped to the vanity on the opposite side of the bed. She stuck a post through her left earlobe and screwed on the backing. "Mabel wants a tape of your set."

His great inkling suddenly shrunk to a pinpoint. "Why?" Recordings and he had a sordid history.

"She's dying to hear your material. That's a direct quote."

"Well... Would she accept a picture? I can write a joke on the back."

"How about this. I'll bring my recorder, and if you're happy with your performance, we'll send a copy. A lot of comedians record their sets."

"Oh yeah? A lot of comedians who? How do you know?"

"I've been to a show or two by now." She lined her eyes in the usual sable. "It might be good to hear the audience's reactions without the pressure of being on stage. What worked and what didn't."

"But that's why I have you," he said. When she smoothed a thin layer of silky rose shadow on her eyelids, he slinked up behind her. Traced a line down her bare arm and murmured in her ear. "You don't need all that."

"Uh huh. You don't say that when I'm wearing lace." The applicator dabbed his nose, leaving a pale circle in its wake.

Chuckling, he wiped the powder into his sleeve. "Okay. We can tape it. I think I'll be all right. I practiced a lot."

"You'll be more than all right." She spun to wrap her arms about his waist. "Just trust yourself."

A familiar directive, an encouraging echo. Her chin rested on his shoulder, warm breath on his neck. Tender hands followed the curve of her back, the zippered seam of her dress. His wedding ring gleamed in the mirror's reflection. "I will," he promised.

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When Arthur had told her he'd signed up for an open mic at a new joint, Y/N had assumed it'd be the usual smoky nightclub, the kind frequented by couples who ordered one too many drinks. She was overdressed for a casual dining restaurant. And what were these kids doing here at this time of night? She would've tucked her nephews and nieces in by eight on the dot.

The microphone stood in the corner, a lone figure lit by the same recessed, sixty-five-watt bulbs as the tables. Behind it was a man in a faded purple t-shirt and rainbow suspenders, telling jokes about the shapes of jars. The ukulele he strummed was missing a fourth string. It struck Y/N that he was the perfect lead-in for Arthur's newest material. Family friendly and a little left footed.

No spotlight was in sight, so Y/N claimed the nearest two-top to be Arthur's spotlight. She retrieved her cassette recorder from her purse, set it in the center of the table, and scanned the crowd.

A man with lush, brunette hair picked his nose. Studied what he'd found while the woman next to him rolled her eyes and cried Oh, Harold. He stuck the golden nugget in a handkerchief. A grandmother wiped spaghetti sauce from her granddaughter's hands and asked for a doggy bag. One pair, in their fifties and looking as fish out of water as Y/N, shared a pitcher of cloudy beer.

Without a drink list on offer, Y/N had to forgo a Tequila Sunrise. She ordered plain seltzer for Arthur and a diet cola. After the show, they'd have Mai Tais at Traffic Light. Enact the plan they'd made surrounded by sunlight and strawberries.

Their vacation remained fresh in her mind, persistent as water flows shaping sandstone. What she'd assumed would be a search for reconnection and amends had turned into the mirror she'd avoided. The parts of herself she'd shielded Arthur from, the wounds she'd submerged in her marrow had flooded outward. A fountain of broken dreams and regrets, deep enough to drown in.

Her husband was a good, kind man. He'd been the first man she'd dated who'd lived her plight. The first chance to share what eight years of caregiving had done to her. Yet, she'd denied herself that comfort, convinced doing so would dismay him. And make her soul hurt all the worse.

And it had. Sometimes it still did. She'd spent too long trying to move on from it all. Yearning to forget. But the haven of Arthur's heart (and not a little prodding) allowed her to let go. Opening herself to him lightened her load, lessened her fear. The moments she felt small, protected by love and acceptance, brought an unexpected bliss. Turned the Shit She Refused to Talk About into the Shit She Could Talk About on Good Days.

Despite her relief, she'd had trouble sleeping when they'd returned. He'd made her chamomile, brought her along to the fire escape. Pulled her to his lap and guided head to his shoulder. Gently, he'd teased that it was nice to have company that late at night.

Puffing a cigarette, he'd shared past mistakes. A sampling of his notions after Penny had had her stroke, the ones that'd made him question if he was a bad person. If he had the capacity to love within him. He'd adopted the formal posture of a licensed therapist. "The doctor says we all them. Those thoughts. It's okay that you've had them, too."

Revealing his shadow self, the trust he granted her even after her confession, fertilized the seed of grace he'd planted at the cowboy bar. Vine by vine it grew, winding itself through each rib, weaving between her collarbones, wrapping around the facets of her neck. Every touch, every glance was an imprint of a promise. That no matter what had happened, no matter what would happen, he would love her.

He was helping her paste her dreams back together.

Rainbow Suspenders ducked out. Arthur emerged from the restroom alcove to the right. Diners seated along the wall offered a smattering of applause, breaking her out of her reverie and into a wide smile.

Nervous sweat shined his forehead, slender fingers played with one cuff. He began with a long breath and exaggerated bow. A trick he'd developed to hide that he was gauging his condition, the likelihood of ill-timed laughter. Once he'd straightened and caught her eye, he gave a little nod, more of a chin bob. She winked and pressed Record on the tape deck.

"Hello," he said, the start of his typical introduction. "I'm Arthur. It's good to be here. You know, growing up in Gotham was like staying in one place. There's a lot to do, but when you're a poor person it's hard to pay attention."

A cackle from the rear, a hearty guffaw to her left. The din of cutlery and conversation lowered. The press of everyone's attention turned to center stage.

With a flourish, Arthur took his journal from his pocket, presented it as a prop instead of an aid. He thumbed through its pages and leaned into the mic conspiratorially. "I've heard it's not nice to talk about someone behind their back. But what if you've talked to their front, and they want to walk all over you?"

~~~~~

Traffic Light was one of Gotham's best deals. Four dollars for an overflowing mound of Thai delicacies, one self-service plate stacked as high as GCR's Twin Towers. Available after nine o'clock Tuesdays and Thursdays. No sharing, please. Avoid waste and take plenty of napkins.

Just beyond the glass entryway, a praying Buddha statue greeted them, the tip of its ushnisha taller than a stupa. Golden elephants marched along sequined tapestries, plastic greenery hung from the ceiling, cradled in beige macrame. Behind the register, floral garlands topped royal family portraits. And facing the bar was a spirit house the size of a fax machine, where green tea and coconuts were offered for protection. Warm, woody incense merged with the pungent smell of curry to make Y/N's mouth water.

Arthur's long strides beat her to the buffet. He grabbed a scalloped plate, held it parallel to his chest. Drummed the bottom while he studied the unfamiliar cuisine. Grinning, she stepped forward to be his guide.

Chicken satay and steamed jasmine rice found an immediate home on his dish, peanut sauce cuddled up to dependable crispy wings. Scallion pancakes were deep friend, making him an instant fan. On her advice, he added a scoop of vegetable tempura, just to get a vitamin or two in his system. When he poked a squid's suckers, his expression was a mask of alarm. The seafood stir fry was a firm pass. Y/N ordered the yellow curry - two star spicy this time.

They settled on brown wicker bar chairs at the counter, which ran along the front window, facing the street. People hustling to work, to a relaxing night of dozing in an easy chair before the television, to fluttery first dates.

"So." Arthur dipped sliced carrot in her curry sauce, speaking and sipping his cocktail. "What did you think? I couldn't really hear the crowd. I was too nervous."

"No one could tell. You were a real professional out there." She nibbled the last vestiges of meat from a chicken bone. Wiped her fingers and pulled a folded tissue from her purse. "I just had a couple ideas."

"You took notes?"

"You can compare them to the tape later."

His set had started off strong and ended on a high note, bridging a lull that'd sagged the middle. He'd only been a beat off at times, a pause post-setup a split second too long. "The crowd got quiet about halfway through," she said.

"Maybe they were listening?" he asked. She didn't have to look to know he was somewhere between a squint and a grin. His tender tone held a challenge.

"It's possible. But I think they anticipated your shtick, the 'why' and 'what do you get' format of your jokes." Her fingertip followed the points on her paper. "Instead of asking, 'Why is marriage like fine wine?' you could deliver the whole joke as a sentence or two. What about, 'Marriage is like fine wine. The more it ages, the rarer it is.' And than make it personal by mentioning your favorite."

"Like, 'My wife and I are a fine Moscato?'"

"Merlot ages better."

Crossing his arms over his chest, he swiveled on his stool in mock offense. "Well, it is my joke." A truth and a tease.

She popped the last bite of spring roll between his lips, followed the gesture with a peck. He caught her jaw and brought her back for another. Head hazy, she dropped her lashes. Leaned into the warm palm cradling her cheek.

He wasn't the funniest comedian she'd ever heard. But he was the one she loved the most.

Just as he dug out his wallet, a couple halted on the sidewalk, breaking their stride directly in front of them. The man wore a pastel, plaid sportscoat, the woman a blue sweater embroidered with a white Scottish terrier. Y/N recognized them as the older pair from the restaurant, kindred guppies in need of a pond.

Plaid Jacket pointed through the window, waved the wave of the overexcited, and darted through the door.

He wiped his meaty hand on his trousers and extended it to Arthur. "Hey, weren't you that guy at Laughs Lots?" His breath stank of shitty casual dining beer.

"Yes," Arthur said, taking the offered hand. His smile started off disbelieving but then crinkled his entire face. "Yeah! That was me."

"Well, I'll be. Always wanted to do an open mic night, never had the guts, though. I play harmonica. I'm Bob."

The woman on his arm gave a swift nod. "Bob's real good, too. He's got 'The Entertainer' down pat."

That wasn't the first tune Y/N associated with a harmonica. But Arthur's style of jokes wasn't what she expected out of comedy, either.

"And that must be the little lady," Bob continued, nudging Arthur's arm. Then his eyes popped. "I've gotta take a leak." On that note, he jogged towards the back of the restaurant, fists at his side like he was running a race.

Y/N snorted and patted her handbag. She hushed her voice and leaned towards Arthur, upper arm brushing his bicep. "See? You can mail that tape tomorrow."

~~~~~

With the brisk night air and clear, velvet skies, they decided to skip the train and walk home. They threaded around trash bags, hopped over sidewalk cracks, ran the last block to Sheldon Park. It'd closed an hour after sunset, but the iron gate's chain remained unlatched, either as an oversight or because the lock was broken. Likely the latter.

Y/N glanced over both shoulders. Pushed the gate ajar and slipped through the opening. Squeezed Arthur's hand and pulled him to follow.

Camping tents were set off from main entrance, tucked behind a dirt trail. Four or five, a number likely to grow given Gotham's continued stagnation. Flames licked the edges of a metal barrel, where men in ragged jackets warmed their fingers. Along the main path, two teenagers sat with a boombox, blasting the latest Run D.M.C. hit Arthur hadn't heard. Their sunglasses must've been to protect their retinas from their sneakers. Their shoes were so white they glowed. The two clinked Tab bottles and swigged.

Cinching the belt of her spring coat, she continued towards the center of the park. For being smack dab in the middle of the urban landscape, it was surprisingly quiet. No horse hooves clacked, no skateboards whizzed past. Hip hop was out of earshot now. About a minute later, he recognized where they were headed.

Ducks busied themselves on the rear side of the pond, chit chatting and grooming one another. Others slept with beaks buried under their feathers. The nearby bench was a recent addition, grass hadn't yet sprouted around its legs. Y/N sped ahead of him and took a seat. Leaned against the backrest and looked up.

It was six seconds before she spoke. "See that?" she asked and pointed at the sky. "That's the North Star."

"It's the bright one, right?" He settled next to her on the edge of the bench.

"In the tail of the little dipper. My father taught me where it was in case I ever got lost." A light laugh left her. "He tried to show me other constellations, but I was terrible at finding them. But on clear nights, we made our own. The Kite. The Tablespoon. The Stethoscope - though I think that's Orion's club or something." She folded her hands together in her lap. "The stars are hard to see here, with all the skyscrapers and lights. They're the one thing I miss from back home."

Arthur studied her face, all the details he'd memorized. Her brows remained relaxed, her eyes dry, cheeks flushed a subtle pink. He laced his fingers through hers. "I'm sorry you can't see them here."

"Don't be." Her gaze locked with his, eased into a smile. "You're the brightest star of all."

Happy roiling whirled his stomach, his pulse skipped a beat. He felt a sudden, indefinable feeling of rightness. He brought her knuckles to his lips, kissed them and kissed her mouth. She tasted like curry and coconut milk.

Scooting away, adjusting as he went, he reclined to rest his head on her shoulder. Look towards the stars and dream.

"Which one's The Kite?"

~~~~~

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butler-trouble · 2 years

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thank you sm for answering my question, my request is like 68 elvis presley x male reader headcanons where reader is just elvis awakening yk gay or bi, that’s normally the first thing i think abt when i fall for a straight character so i would love to request that!!

THANK YOU AGAIN

Bi/Gay!Elvis Presley Headcanons

Note: Thank you for the request, I really enjoyed this idea! I hope you enjoy, I had fun coming up with it. Also, can we please talk about the gif because 😩

Warning: Bi/gay awakenings that are too cute, the slightest sexual reference, not really nsfw but 18+ just to be safe

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⦿ You are in the audience at Elvis' 68 comeback special with your friend Penelope, within arms reach of him. You've had a major crush on Elvis since his stardom.

⦿ When Elvis sits in a chair onstage, strumming his guitar to Are You Lonesome Tonight, you catch his eye which delays his entry to the song.

⦿ You assume his entranced gaze was towards a female in the audience, typical Elvis, you thought to yourself.

⦿ Elvis had never felt that way about another man before. Something about the way you look at him, a seeming innocence in your eyes with a hint of excitement, stirs feelings in him that he's only ever felt for women before.

⦿ A few lines into the song, Elvis continues to play the tune on his guitar while speaking into the mic. "Some pretty faces out there," Elvis winked in your direction, making your cheeks flush red while the girls surrounding you going wild.

⦿ On the next, more upbeat song, Elvis finds himself struggling to peel his eyes off you. Dancing around, and body heat from the room, caused sweat to build up on you, making wild thoughts rack Elvis' mind. There is no way I can get through this with him looking at me like that, he thought.

⦿ Elvis himself began to drop beads of sweat, singing and playing guitar with his soul, leaning his head back to break eye contact with you to avoid an obvious situation in his leather pants.

⦿ He manages through most of the show, making eye contact with you every once in a while. Penelope playfully smacked your arm in jealousy but ultimately freaked out with you, basking in that Elvis actually flirted with you on stage.

⦿ Elvis finds it hard to stop thinking about you and ends up ranting to Steve Binder about everything, finally admitting aloud that he's attracted to a man. Luckily, Binder has a nephew who is gay, so he knows how to handle the situation. Binder talks with Elvis about accepting himself regardless of what others believe, but the importance of discretion for safety reasons. That Elvis should take risks, life is too short to not chase after someone you want.

⦿ On set the next day, Steve manages to find you in the audience and pulls you aside to send a message from Elvis. "He wants to meet you in his dressing room at the end of filming for the day," Binder says.

⦿ After watching him perform, you do as instructed and wait in a chair in his dressing room until he arrives. When he comes in, he locks the door before stepping towards you.

⦿ "What's your name, baby?" Elvis speaks in his Southern drawl, placing a hand on your face. "Y/N," You breathed out, his face drawing closer to your own. "Pretty name for a pretty boy," He said in a flirtatious tone, brushing a bit of your hair back off your face.

⦿ "Comin' up here with those pretty lil' eyes, doin' me in and changin' everything I thought I knew," Elvis admits, his breath fanning your face. You begin to fluster, cheeks pooling with heat, "That look," He began, stroking his thumb down your cheek and towards the corner of your lips.

⦿ "Doin' somethin' to me that no woman has ever done," His voice more smooth and drawn out. His thumb tracing over your lips before placing his hand back to rest on your cheek. "Would you mind if I stole a kiss from you, baby?" Elvis asked, like a gentleman.

⦿ With your permission, he softly connected his lips with yours that felt like electricity running through you both. Your hands rested on his wrists, your lips fitting perfectly together with his own. You have never felt more blissful than under Elvis' touch.

#elvis #elvis presley #elvis presley x reader #elvis fanfic #elvis presley imagine #elvis presley fic #elvis fic #elvis (2022)#baz luhrmann

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imweirdlikeso · 1 year

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akikasa fic recs part 3

Hope everyone’s year is Going Great (mine is Not)

i don't want to pick the moon (i want the moon to come to me) | PAIRING: RUI/TSUKASA, MIZUKI/ENA, AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: "tsukasa thought that if he remained by rui's side and loved him, that one day rui would come to love him too. but rui already stopped his gaze on somebody, and that person was the brightest star tsukasa had ever laid his eyes on." | WARNINGS: Super Sad but we Get AkiKasa at the End L Rui Another W for AkiKasa | FINISHED | this is Mainly RuiKasa BUT THERE IS AKKS IN CHAP 2!!

a small tumble with a large concussion | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: "“oh, nothing.” she waved him off, before continuing. “akito always acted like this when he was younger, he always got clingy after an injury, no matter the size.” that’s.. actually really cute. ..as in!! really cute for his sister to remember that, obviously!! or, the sports festival race between mizuki and akito goes a little bit differently." | WARNINGS: Nothing Major, Mentions of Injuries tho! CLINGY AKITO EVERYONE CLINGY AKITO I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! | FINISHED ONE-SHOT

this is like one of my sister's shoujo mangas but like, worse | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: "akito has a weird dream involving tsukasa and then he spiritually dies" | WARNINGS: Akito is a LOSER for his bf! | FINISHED

Shooting Star | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: "“This is bad, isn’t it? Akito just groaned at the idea of cheesecake.” “Tsukasa-senpai would often bring him cheesecake for lunch.” “Ah. That explains that.” “No it doesn’t.” or; Akito confesses and it doesn’t go as planned. For the most part, at least." | WARNINGS: sick sick stupid FLUFF! Kinda Slowburn but other than that theres Really Nothing | FINISHED

piano akikasa | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: "He’s seen 𝘛𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢 play the piano before - but that was different. That was when he was onstage. Regardless, he’s already passed him, therefore making it officially none of his business. The moment he hears Tsukasa play the piano, however, it felt like the wind was effectively knocked out of his breath and - 𝘰𝘩, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬. 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥?" (part 1) | WARNINGS: fics R Connected, you can Kinda read them on their Own but i Highly recommend you read from part 1-5 | SERIES

Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: ""Akito, I-um. I'm sorry. I can't leave the office tonight." His lover's voice record begins. Not listening to the whole recording yet, but Akito feels like wants to cry. "And I even need to cancel other plans tomorrow. I- I was devastated. I'm sorry. I am the only one that could be in the office tonight and tomorrow. Everyone... Well, they left early. So, I need to cover up things. Please don't wait for me. I've called Saki and others to accompany you, though! Hope you had fun celebrating Christmas Eve with them. Love you, Akito. Merry C-" He shut down his phone. Tossed it back on the sofa where he picks. He grips his hand hard. Feeling betrayed. Because this is the third time Tsukasa do the same thing to him. It was the same day. Same scene. Same voice recording of regret and apologies. Akito could not help but feel so sad. He has arranged everything. The Christmas tree, the presents for Tsukasa, the feast he cooked." | WARNINGS: angst with a Happy Ending. Cried Tears of Joy | FINISHED

wonderlands (no more) showtime | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: "Tsukasa plans on leaving Wonderlands × Showtime. He just needs a little push to make up his mind." | WARNINGS: STABBING, Major Character Injury, Accidents, Blood scene | FINISHED

until we meet again! / colorful stage stories | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA, OTHER PAIRINGS AS WELL BUT MOSTLY AKKS | WARNINGS: Please look at the tags Before reading. This is a Series so there are Many fics and Some of my warnings will Not apply, so PLEASE look at each tag. also the First three fics are Connected i Cried fr ANON WHO ARE YOU I LOVE YOUR WRITING | SERIES

I said I love you, kitten. | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: "Tsukasa’s sister Kanade introduces him to the app she uses to communicate with her music circle, and comes across this ‘Chesecak🤤’ person, that he seemed to get along with. After a while, they grow very close and Tsukasa ends up becoming their Nightcord kitten. Chesecak🤤 seems to know everything about Tsukasa, but little did he know, Chesecak🤤 wasn’t just some random guy he found on Nightcord…" | WARNINGS: So Funny you will Cry FR!! it's actually Part of a Series where tsukasa is well. a Discord Kitten for diff charas.. | FINISHED

A Last Moment to Say (I Don't Want You to Leave) | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: "Fuck. Shinonome Akito is sitting in an alleyway, bleeding out. Fuck fuck fuck. His head is racing. It's hard to breathe. Everything hurts. Fuck, this was a mistake. Akito makes some stupid decisions and gets himself in load of trouble. Maybe more than he can handle." | WARNINGS: STAB WOUNDS, Major Character Injury, Major Character Death | FINISHED | did i Mention this Reminded me of that One yeetoldy art....iykyk

quiet nights alone | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: AkKs making out, author has stated this is not intended to sexualised them in the notes. ("‼️ I AM IN NO WAY SEXUALISING THESE CHARACTERS. I HAVE NO INTENTION OF SEXUALISING THEM. FOR ME, MAKING OUT IS NOT A SEXUAL ACT BUT IT MAY BE FOR SOME. THEY ARE NOT PERFORMING ANY SEXUAL ACTS IN THIS FIC ‼️") | WARNINGS: no warnings But fic is in Lowercase is that bothers you! this is Non-Sexual Intimacy, Non-Sexual Making out. idk if i have to Say this Again but in No Way was this Intended to be sexual (if it was Why would i rec it) | FINISHED

ill pick you flowers while you count the hours | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: "Working as the town florist was not an easy job for Akito. Though, seeing the King on his shop’s doorstep was among the last things he had expected to happen to him. “W-Welcome. Let me know if there’s anything I can help with.” He isn’t normally this polite, what’s wrong with him?" | WARNINGS: Nothing Major but Unreliable narrator is that Bothers you | FINISHED

The Feeling Called Love | PAIRING: AKITO/TSUKASA | Summary: "Shinonome Akito, was now working as an Auto Memory Doll, who is a ghostwriter that helps people write letters. Tenma Tsukasa, needed a love letter as lyrics for the climax part of his new opera." | WARNINGS: Mentions of war/military & Minor Character death, dialogue heavy if that Bothers you | FINISHED | yeah Shameless self promo because i Want clout

AkiKasa fic recs pt.1 AkiKasa fic recs pt.2

#akikasa #shinonome akito #tenma tsukasa #akito x tsukasa

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honeymilkau · 2 years

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Iron Roses

Eddie Munson x Female Reader 18+

summary: when your band - Iron Roses - walk into The Hideout bar in Hawkins to play a shared set with Corroded Coffin, Eddie Munson couldn’t help but become interested in you as he watched you play the drums. The two of you become acquainted with each other enough for you to join The Hellfire Club, as your relationship grows, your feelings for each other grows with it.

word count: 4969

genre: soft x smut

warnings: intense sex holy crap/ idk anything about D&D, just wanted to make this very clear/ swearing

DECEMBER

The bandmates of Corroded Coffin walked into the bar - The Hideout - where they were set to perform later that Tuesday night. "I think that we'll get a bit of a crowd tonight, its winter break." Eddie smirked, helping Gareth and Jeff set up the stage. Gareth only struggled while Jeff muttered a hopeful "maybe" under his breath

"It'll be great boys, they'll be cheering for us." He grinned, helping with the wiring. The owner of the hideout walked up to the boys, shaking their hands and thanking them for coming back. "Now before you leave the stage, introduce the next performance, another band."

"Yeah sure, when did you decide to do two acts?" Eddie couldn't help but ask

"Iron Roses just formed and they were pretty desperate so, I decided to give them a chance, see how they do." Mr Smith smiled softly "I'll leave you guys to continue setting up."

He left them to themselves. They continued setting upland soon enough, the small bar started filling up with college students, catching up with their childhood friends after being away from each other for so long.

Eddie smirked softly "Its time boys" he bent over and grabbed his electric guitar, picking it up and kissing it quickly "Lets go, baby girl." He wrapped the guitar strap around him and started teasing onstage, followed by his bandmates.

"Hello everyone, we're corroded coffin." He said smugly into the mic as the crowd went silent.

They started playing the intro to Enter Sandman by Metallica, only a couple of people cheering them on in the crowd. They continued playing as the crowed got more excited and started cheering them on more.

You walked in with three other girls, watching the boys perform. You nod softly "They're pretty good." You commented, impressed by their performance. Your eyes danced around the stage, looking at everyone in the band before a long, curly haired guy appeared at the corner of your eye, playing his guitar.

As you continued to stare, his solo came on. You were undeniably impressed with this boys talent. He was eccentric, charismatic, fun, he thrived off the audience and the reactions he was given. He was an artist.

"He's pretty good." Your guitarist, Emily, commented

"Pretty sexy too." Madelaine chuckled

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes "I wasn't thinking about him like that."

Your band continued watching the rest of their set, the crowd cheered in unison, clapping loudly "Thank you, Thank you everyone. Again, we're Corroded Coffin, we're here every Tuesday night, we hope you enjoyed us. Please get ready for the next performance of the night, Iron Roses."

"Lets go." Madelaine said, leading the group to the stage. You all walked pass Corroded Coffin as you walked onto stage. You grabbed your drum sticks and looked over at the guy who was playing guitar before. He smiled in your direction and gave you a little wave.

"Kick some ass." He said to you

You smiled and nodded at home "It'll be tough to do so after your set."

He couldn't say anything else to you before you walked on stage with the rest of the girls.

The crowd cheered once again "Hi everyone, we're Iron Roses. We hope you enjoy."

You and Emily looked at each other, you spun your drumsticks around your fingers as she nodded at you. You both started the song Cherry Bomb by The Runaways, making the crowd scream. Aj Soon followed in with the bass and Madelaine started with the vocals.

The boys watched, mouth opened slightly. "Fuck," Eddie said under his breath, watching you play "They're good."

After your set was done, madelaine waved to the crowd "Again, we're Iron roses! I'm Madelaine, main vocal, then was have Aj on bass, emily on guitar and Y/n on drums." once again, the crowd cheered for your group as you left the stage.

You all started loading up the small things you had into Aj's van. "Good first show, if i do say so myself." she grinned, looking over at you.

"Good? It was great." you smiled back at her, helping her with whatever she needed.

"Hey," a calming voice called out to the four of you, you looked up to see the band from before.

"Uh, I'm eddie, this is Gareth and Jeff." he pointed to the two guys behind him who waved at you all.

"I'm madelaine!" mads' thrilled attitude came out and she shook eddie's hand. "You killed it on guitar today."

"Thanks," he grinned and looked over at emily "You're good yourself, you were shredding it."

Emily grinned "Thanks"

He looked over at you and nodded in your direction "So,"

you looked at him shyly "So,"

he motioned to move you away from the group. They all took the hint pretty quickly and started talking amongst themselves, getting to know each other.

"I think it's pretty safe to say that you kicked total ass, you actually kicked ass way harder than we did."

you chuckled softly "I don't think we did but, I appreciate the compliment, Eddie."

he nervously looked down at his shoes "So uh, Y/n, pretty cool name, Iron roses?" he questioned you with a sour look on his face

"Corroded Coffin?" you gave him the same look

"Hey now, it's a good band name, we've had it since middle school." Eddie protected the name

you couldn't help but chuckle "I had to stop myself from laughing every time i heard you say it."

"Hey now," he shoved your shoulder slightly "You're talking as if it's the worst band name in the history of rock."

"That's because it is the worst band name in the history of rock." you stated "Ill get the Hawkins Post to write a new story about it right away." you patted his shoulder before continuing to help pack.

He helped you lift a speaker into the van "So what are the chances of me asking for your number and you actually giving it to me?"

"My real number? Or the one i give to curly haired freaks like you."

"Well i was sorta hoping for your real number but if I also fit under 'curly haired freaks' then ill take that one as well." he leaned up against the van doors, a smile tugging on his lips "band sessions, it'll be fun."

"Em? Do you have a pen?" you called out. She rushed over to you with a black pen she pulled out from her purse in the car and winked at you.

You rolled up Eddie's sleeve and put down your number "There." You smiled

"Now is this your real number or fake one?" He asked softly

You cleared your throat as you got closer to eddie "Well, I don't know. Why don't you call to figure it out?"

He smiled at you and you smiled back "Gotta go, nice meeting you ed's." you waved at him and got in the van with the rest of your band mates.

MARCH

the doors to the theatre slammed open as you ran inside "Sorry! So sorry!"

"M'lady, must you always be late for the campaign?!" Eddie shrieked

"Im sorry, i was running a bit behind at hand practice but i'm here now with full attention." You took a seat beside eddie.

He kept looking at you as you calmed down from your frantic gestures. "I'm good"

"Okay, great." he continued as dungeon master during the final rounds of the campaign as his voice became sonorous.

"The hooded cultist chat, 'hail lord vecna, hail lord vecna'. They turn to you, remove their hoods; you recognize most of them from makbar, however, there is one you do not recognize..."

he looks around the table at each individual player "His skin shriveled, desiccated. Something else, he is not only missing his left arm, but his left eye!" he put his left arm behind his back and his right hand over his left eye to cover it as the party members screamed

"No! No!" mike screamed, covering his face

"Vecnas dead! He was killed by Kas!" you said loudly

"So it was thought, my friend. so it was thought. Vecna lives!"

he peered at the table "Do you flee vecna and his cultists? Or do you stand your ground and fight?"

You all looked around the table, trying to decide what to do.

"I say we fight." dustin said, "to the death!"

"To the death." you agreed and looked over at eddie. He smiled softly at you as the rest of the players chanted 'To the death!' as they hit the table.

the campaign continued, all of you dying one by one, leaving erica and dustin to fight for themselves.

They both rolled, dustin missing but erica winning the whole game and defeating vecna by rolling 8.

the whole party cheered in victory as you gave eddie a high five. "Good playing today, rockstar." he smiled at you.

you all finished up at hellfire and left the school together. You were talking to dustin about the game when eddie slipped his hand into yours "movies? My place?"

"Yeah," you removed your hand from his now that he had your full attention

"You get to pick this time."

"Oh my god you're letting me pick the movie? Oh my god king eddie is stepping down from his throne and is letting someone else call the shots for once?" you asked in disbelief

he scowled at you "Just for that, next gig, i'm throwing shots at you the entire time."

"im so scared." you got into your car as he got in the passenger seat.

You drove to his trailer, parking the car next to his van. You both walked in "Uncle Wayne's gone, on night shift again, so we're alone all night."

"Should i have the cops on speed dial just in case you do anything shifty?" you teased

"Ha ha ha ha, very funny." he sat on the couch, waiting for you to sit next to him. You plopped next to him on the couch, looking through VHS tapes "What do you

wanna watch? I meant it when i said you can pick."

"The shining." you pulled it out happily and handed it to him. "Please."

he stared at it and sighed "You're lucky, y/n." he got up, putting the tape in "You're so lucky that you are who you are, I don't like that many people."

"You like me huh?"

He looked back at you with a shy smile "Has it not been obvious enough, sweetheart?"

You smiled back at him and played with all the rings on your fingers nervously. You've known eddie for a couple months now and all you both ever done is flirt. There's nothing wrong with the flirting, you liked it, but you didn't know how to take it further than that without being a total flustered mess.

he sat down next to you again as the movie played. He put his feet on top the coffee table as he moved closer to you, looking at you slightly "Sorry you weren't the one to kill vecna tonight."

You were instantly confused as to what he said "It's just that you looked so excited when you wanted to fight Vecna, i know you wanted to be the hero."

"Who doesn't wanna be the hero?"

"I know, but you don't gotta be the hero every single time... like i said, there is no shame in running."

you wanted to change the subject, not wanting to get back into your shit playing at the campaign today. "So are you working on anything new? For the band i mean?" You asked

"Uh yeah, yeah, a couple new things. I wanna wait till their 100% done to show you though, they're all special like you so i want to make sure they're perfect before i play them."

you looked into his eyes "Well, why do they have to be so perfect? are they about anything in particular?" you asked softly.

He looked you up and down, watching your body language as your body shifted closer towards his, your perfume bouncing off your soft skin, his fingers danced upon the palm of your hand, playing with all the rings you had on "Take a wild guess on what they're about, y/n."

You both started leaning in slowly as Eddie's landline rung throughout the trailer. "Fuck off!" He groaned, getting up and mumbling curse words under his breath as he answered the phone "Hello?"

"Oh, yeah she's here. Yeah, yeah slow down, i'll send her over." He hung up the phone call and looked at you "Girl band emergency. You have been summoned at emily's, some sort of boy drama with madelaine."

"Figures." you got up and gathered your things "Ill call you, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, okay." he said sadly as you rushed into your car to drive to your friends.

The next morning, the entire town was struck with horror as a new tragedy hit Hawkins. A Hawkins High student was murdered last night.

You watched the TV with the rest of your band mates in shock

Hawkins new Chief spoke in front of the trailer park entrance in front of the press,

"No identities have been confirmed yet, all will be released to the public as soon as we put a crack in this case."

"This is so terrible." Aj commented as she continued watching

You looked closely at the background to see Eddie's trailer cautioned off and his van gone.

"Hey, y/n.. isn't that Eddie's trailer they're going in and out of?" emily asked.

You watched the screen in horror. No way eddie killed someone, you knew eddie better than anyone else, there's no way he murdered someone, right?

You quickly got up and rushed to grab your things, "Ill call you guys!" you said quickly as you rushed out of the house to go to your car, quickly turning it on and driving it around to find Eddie.

You looked around for hours, hitting all the spots he'd usually go to for some peace and quiet but there was no trace of him anywhere.

You were confused your entire search. You were with Eddie last night. He couldn't have told you to leave, brought someone else over and murdered them while you were gone and fled the scene. Eddie wasn't like that, eddie wasn't violent.

Eddie was sweet and caring, he was a calm guy, and the biggest chicken on earth no matter how tough and brave he acted in front of the party members. If eddie actually did this, you didn't know what you would do with yourself.

The last place you decided to go to was reefer ricks, you haven't been there since you first met Eddie, but this had to be where he was. You pulled up to see his van and another car.

“For fuck sake.”

you slammed your car door shut and marched up to the door, banging on it as you waited for someone to answer. You sighed and kept banging when no one came to the door "Eddie answer the fucking door it's me!" you banged on it harder.

The door flew open as you were pulled inside by Eddie himself. You instantly started hitting him over and over "Ow!" he hissed

"What the fuck did you do Eddie Munson! I swear to God you can't just fucking try and get with me and murder someone in the same night! and you ran?! you ran? What the fuck were you thinking?!" you said loudly.

"Hey hey hey!" he held you "Hey."

he looked at you as your eyes became cloudy with tears "Please eddie tell me it wasn't you...."

"It wasn't me, y/n." he brought you into a hug as you sobbed in his arms "It wasn't me. But you're not gunna believe me when I tell you what really happened."

You pulled away from him "What do you mean?"

"These guys can back me up." he looked over at Robin, Steve, Dustin and Erica. "There's been some shit going on in this town right under our noses for years."

As the gang explained, you took it all in carefully, you look over at Eddie, terrified about everything that was happening. "So if you get found..."

"Prison."

"Shit, okay, wow." you paced back and fourth "What the fuck do we do?"

"Well we need to keep eddie safe from the town while defending the town from Vecna, we need to figure out where he is before he curses someone else." Dustin said softly "Y/n, you'll be on Eddie duty, then we'll switch. Unless you don't wanna do the cool investigation shit with us?"

"I would like to do bad ass shit with you, thank you." you scoffed in his direction "ill go to the store to get him some food, then come back asap." you told the group

"Keep in touch." dustin passed a walkie to you. You thanked him and rushed to go get everything eddie could possibly need to survive.

After a couple hours, you headed back and knocked on the door for Eddie to open it. You knocked a couple times but he still hasn't answered "Eddie cmon, stop playing around with me this isn't the time to be joking." you kept knocking, groaning to yourself "Seriously? Dude, just open the fucking do-"

you got cut off by your own screams from someone picking you up from behind. you struggled for a moment till you saw long curly hair "GOD I HATE YOU PUT ME DOWN!" you whined, hitting eddie harshly.

You opened the door and Eddie helped you with bringing the food inside. You started putting away the food and making canned soup for him to eat. you were in your own respected space, in comfortable silence.

"How'd you find me?" Eddie asked "You know, here?"

"I just went everywhere. I went to Gareth's to see if they knew where you were, I tried to go to your trailer to talk to Wayne but they didn't let anyone through, i went to the lookout, I went to every place you have every showed me then finally I remembered you bringing me here once before to pick up from Reefer Rick, so i drove all the way out here and low and behold, here you are."

He just nodded in response before speaking again "Did you know it wasn't me? When you found out about the murder, did you honestly think it was me?"

"No. I didn't."

"Then why were you so angry when you came in here?"

you kept quiet as you poured the soup back into the metal can and grabbed a spoon.

"Y/n?" He questioned. Again, you said nothing, you just handed him the soup as you sat on top the kitchen counter. "Were you scared?" he questioned

"Of course I was scared, I thought there was a murderer on the loose." you defended

"Nope, not what i meant, let's try again." He put down his can and walked over to you "Were you scared of losing me?" he asked you, rephrasing the question.

Your heart beated quickly the closer he got, his big brown eyes looking into yours. A smirk forming on his lips

"will you leave me alone if i tell you the truth?"

He put his right arm over his heart and his left hand up in solidarity "Yes, m'lady. You have my word."

You rolled your eyes at his gestures and took a deep breath. "I was scared because there was a murderer on the lose, i was even more scared that when I found you that there was the possibility of it actually being you... and I was scared that if it wasn't and I couldn't find you then I lost you forever, and I don't want to lose you forever." you said softly "I wouldn't be able to bare it, Eddie."

He smiled softly "Thank you for telling me the truth."

He looked around and saw the old record player Reefer had "Did you bring any music?"

"Maybe." you smiled wide, hopping down from the counter top, putting on Mötley Crüe, "Shout at the devil." album on, listening to the A side from the beginning. "In the beginning" started playing as you turned back to look at Eddie "It needs to be low like this, okay? we don't need to risk anyone out here finding you."

He nodded as you walked back into the kitchen, the intro soon fading out and the Title track playing lowly over the speaker.

"Why would you miss me, Y/n?" He asked lowly, eyes looking you up and down

You leaned up against the cupboards beside him "I don't know... I just would."

"Stop with the bull shit. You know why, you just don't wanna say it."

"Don't make me say it."

he stopped leaning and got in front of you, looking down at you "I wanna hear you say it. I don't think you know how bad I just want you to say it."

You hesitated as your cheeks became red "Eddie." He put his finger over your mouth.

"Cmon, y/n. You were so confident when we met, have you gone all shy and soft on me?" his eyebrows raised "Tell me what your feeling, sweetheart. Why were you scared to lose me?"

You moved his hand away from you and glared at him "I was scared to lose you because you're my friend and I care about you. I didn't want you to leave because that meant the end of 'us' before 'us' have even started! I mean, god eddie, what the fuck is taking you so long to ask me out? You keep saying I'm the scared one but I think it's all you because we've been nothing but flirty, you know I like you so I don't fucking understand what the fuck is taking you so long to kiss me and fuck me on this kitchen counter right now."

"Fuck you? You want me to fuck you?" he lifted your chin up with his fingers "How bad?"

You felt yourself getting shy again "I-I."

"How bad do you want me to fuck you?" he asked slowly, making sure your heard every word clearly.

"So fucking bad."

He looked at you, amused at the situation that was going on. He was so unbelievably hard he didn't know how much longer he could keep up with this before he gave you the best sex of your life.

"Beg." his lips grazed over yours, refusing to actually kiss you until he was satisfied.

"Please Eddie, I want you to fuck me. You're being mean, I just want you to touch me." You whined, you were about to continue before Eddie placed his lips on yours.

You moaned slightly against his lips, he pulled your body closer to his as he kissed you. He teasingly brought your bottom lip in between is teeth and pulled slightly. You moaned softly from this action, making him smirk down at you. He couldn't help but turn that smirk into a soft smile before pecking your lips again quickly.

"Do you know how long i've been wanting to do that for?"

"Then what took you so long?" you asked, grinning up at him

He rolled his eyes before kissing you again, cupping your face with one hand while the other was on your waist. You moaned against each other's lips as you wanted each other more and more. Both of his hands landed under your thighs, lifting you up quickly as the kiss became more sloppy.

He ripped open your baggy band t-shirt, causing you to groan "Eddie, come on dude."

His lips trailed down from your lips down to your neck "I'm not in the mood to bicker with u about your lame t-shirt right now." He mumbled against your skin. He pulled away, pulling your pants off, throwing them off to the side and he separated your legs, "Fuck." he mumbled to himself.

He kissed your thighs, his lips moving closer and close to your folds and clit. He starts eating you out, a moan escaping your lips almost immediately "Fuck Eddie." Your fingers got tangled in his hair "Oh my god." you arched your back as he fingered you.

You moaned his name over and over again before shyly mumbling "I'm gunna cum."

He stopped and stood up quickly "Not yet baby girl," he started kissing you again, wanting you to taste yourself on his tongue as he took off his jacket and belt, stepping back slightly to take off his pants fully.

"Don't stare at me." he huffed, he knew you were looking at his dick and he knew how much you were going to be cumming all over it within a matter of minutes.

"Oh so you can stare at me and rip my shirt but i can't stare at you?"

"I don't know? You just keep looking at-“

You pulled him close again by his guitar pick necklace "Just fuck me, Eddie."

He nodded as he kissed you again, lining himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing himself into you "Holy shit." he moaned loudly "You're so-" he cut himself off with his own moans "You feel so good." he started thrusting slowly, waiting and hoping you'd tell him to go faster.

You were just as much as a moaning mess, moaning with each thrust. "Harder, Eddie."

"Yeah?" he took not even half a second to start fucking you the way he's been dreaming of. He made his thrusts deep and hard, picking up the pace.

"Oh my god!" you screamed as he fucked you, clenching around dick "I'm gunna cum" you moaned loudly "Fuck Eddie i'm gunna cum."

"Holy shit you're so hot baby girl." He groaned "Cum all over my dick sweetheart, do it as many time as you want."

You came as he continued fucking you, he had no intention of slowing down no matter how overstimulated you were.

You dug your nails into his back as he continued. "Y/n," he moaned into your ear "Holy shit, you feel so fucking good, you're so fucking wet." he growled into your ear "All for me."

He pulled away from your ear but kept his pace as you looked into his eyes. He grabbed your face with his hand, admiring how your face looked "Fuck baby, you look so good all fucked out. Who do you belong to?"

"You."

"Louder sweetie, couldn't hear you."

"You, Eddie I belong to you." You moaned louder

"Good girl," he moaned "I'm so close already, shit, where do you want me to cum?"

"Inside me, i'm on the pill."

"the what?" he asked as he kept thrusting

"The pill? Eddie it's a pill that- Never mind i'll explain it after, just cum inside me and nothing will happen, I promise."

"Ill take your word for it," he said softly

"Just hold on if you can, i'm close again." You panted, digging your nails into his back.

he trusted harder and harder the more loud you were "Fuck eddie! I'm gunna cum again." you screamed

"Cum with me baby, you can do it."

Your nails dragged down his back and you moaned in ecstasy as you both finished. He stayed inside you for a bit, trying to wrap his head around what just happened. He couldn't help but chuckle at the situation.

"What?" you asked, trying to come down from your high "What is it?"

He kissed you sweetly, catching you by surprise "I just hate myself for not doing that to you sooner, that's all."

You pulled him close to you again before kissing him again. He smiled once you pulled away "You're dangerous." he said "I've never felt this way about any other girl in my life. I know a lot of shit is on the line right now but Ill do my best to protect you."

You couldn't help but chuckle "It's not me that's about to get hunted down by the town of Hawkins for a crime I didn't commit."

"You got a point." he chuckled back, helping you get off the counter top and helping you back into what's left of your clothes. you both walked over to the couch, snuggling up beside each other "We'll figure this out." he spoke up

"I know."

"And when we do, ill take you out on a date. I real one.”

You couldn’t help but smile over how dorky Eddie was being. “You’re goofy.” you couldn’t help but giggle into his shoulder as he sighed.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want, rockstar, I guess this is your way of telling me no date.”

you looked up at him with a smile still on your face “I don’t know, how bad do you wanna go on a date? Tell me how bad you wanna go.” You made fun of him, continuing to laugh harder and harder.

“You’re a bitch.” he flicked your forehead as you tried to calm down your laughter.

“I wanna go on a date with you.” you muttered out as you went down back to giggling “I really want to.”

Eddie smiled, amused at you “Really?”

“Yes, when this is all over, when we kill vecna, when we clear your name, when we can just leave this piece of shit town behind and move in together and just be fucking happy for once in our lives. I wanna go on a date with you.”

Eddie grinned, kissing your lips softly “It’s a date then. All we have to do is go to the upside down and kill this son of a bitch… what’s the worst that could happen?”

END

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie oneshot #eddie fanfic #stranger things #stranger things one shot #eddie imagine #oneshot #fanfic

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 god I love these dumb men so much

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Miles walking up to the mic and Alex like during the TLSP times 😭

The first time in 5 years that these two Grace a stage with their shared presence 🥹 but also how grown up and different they both look while still seeming like the exact same lovesick puppies that met all the way back in 2003

AND JUST YESTERDAY MILES’ GUITARIST POSTED THAT 505 WAS THEIR BAT/TURTEL SIGNAL AND TODAY THEYVARE PLAYING TIGETHER AHHHH sorry I gave up trying with grammar

When we got the info that Miles was present at the stadium I was already freaking out but this this is so much better (I felt like we were playing little illusion machine with ourselves)

Also we got confirmation that they hugged in the beginning and ended it with a kiss on the cheek by Miles

I saw somewhere during 17.06 when the yellow poster got published that someone was being delusional like yellow that’s the color of TLSP who’s in TLSP right Alex And Miles so so conclusion Miles is gonna be there, I mean it was a day too soon but still… being delusional paying off 🤣

Wearing brown leather jacket I love my guys but also please tell me he just quickly popped round to the store after the show for some booze or new cigs while they were celebrating together and didn’t just leave after the gig cause I couldn’t handle that

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How Miles keeps looking at Alex and Alex keeps pointing at Miles and Alex stimming at the end and Alex’s full scrunchy face smile when Miles walks up to him and Miles smirk and the mic and and and I’m unter rot irrevocably besotted, how Miles just seamlessly fits in with the boys

But also I’m really hoping for a video where we can see the cheek kiss that apparently happens after the lights went down

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With full introduction

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I love that we know Miles and Al +monkeys had a very long night cause he posted at around midnight to his story and then nothing for fourteen hours till around 2 pm when the next 505 clips came 🥃 🍸 🍻

Clip of Miles with Chef Tom Brown and Jay Forrester and other friends during Cornerstone, Miles singing along 🥹 (Tom’s restaurant name) god he seems so happy, Tom Farrell was there as well but on the other stadium side (he posted a story of two lads getting into a boxing match during do I wanna know😂) Miles’ manager rosie_skinner was also present, and I love how Miles didn’t just watch from the wings but enjoyed the concert with his friends from the seats (I’m imagining this is how he invited them: “you wanna go out tonight?” “Sure what did you have in mind?” “Wanna come watch me and my husband play our song in Emirates stadium?”) and he probably was given a setlist beforehand or some roadie was ordered to fetch him a few songs ahead to come backstage where his already tuned guitar was and then Miles was ready to go only waiting for Alex to call him onstage

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Somewhat able to see the crowd jumping In the Video

Also just me or does it seem like Miles got a fresh haircut :)

My day literally consisted of watching that HUG over and over again from every possible angle, I love them and their dramatic hugs like they haven’t seen each other barely two weeks ago that we are aware of, but really I need to receive a hug like that one that’s just I missed you and I’m gonna squeeze all my love into you right now, the kisses 🥹🥹 Miles just casually kissing Al’s neck and his cheek and nuzzling his neck again 🫶🏽 and Alex cradling his head I can’t

Via Miles insta how Alex literally tilts Miles head so he can have better access for the neck kiss and how his hand digs into Miles’ shoulder he literally clings onto him for dear life and tries to ground himself and find the strength for the remaining concert in that hug 🫠

A view at 505 from the wings and a quick Miles and Cookie hug and forehead kiss (also thank you Miles for that prime few of Jamie’s arse 🤣🫶🏽)

Miles’ evening summarized #coming on stage #slaying the guitar parts #kissing half the monkeys 💅 #leaving

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#I love how we are all losing our collective shit right now adore you all <3 #the lucky bastards that got tickets #I can’t wait for all the videos #I know exactly wait I’ll be doing tomorrow #watching every single clip I can find #I’m so far away from okay #Nono those aren’t tears that’s just sweat #I’m literally buzzing out of my skin with uncontained engery #we’re all just overwhelmed and running around like headless chickens #freaking out in a really cool way #I’m so scared for Glastonbury now #cause if miles isn’t there the fandom will commit ritual suicide #looking at what’s happening currently that’s literally gonna happen #please just let them be practicing #in case you haven’t noticed I have too many thoughts on this #but also how hot can Miles possibly look #I cannot cope right now #serotonin overload #really curious what Louise is gonna post about this night 🤣#refresh every few seconds to not miss anything #this is even better than the Scott Walker concert #but also scared shitless cause so many people said that Alex lost his voice a few times #baby doll please take a break and drink enough tea #gonna seek comfort in cozy blankets and movies now #also why does it look like Miles got a fresh fade just for the show :)#manifestation working wonders :)#Youtube #I made so many strange noises #none of the girlfriends posted anything while Miles’s friends are popping off on IG #London night 3; 18/06/2023

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hiii would you mind doing literally anything with burpy jade :)

ficlet of belly kink club performer!jade x reader !

Jade is the master of ceremonies tonight. He thus lacks the shimmering jewelry, the gaudy colors, and the scanty clothes of the others, who now scamper offstage.

Nevertheless, there is a certain softness to his outfit, almost a teasing edge, that suggests it was arranged by and for this location.

As he strides in stage left with the poise of a swan, you notice from your seat that there is a sliver of shirt fabric visible between his waistcoat and trouser waistband. The cloth is soft, stretchy, and his sleeves are rolled up, revealing his coveted arms.

Jade raises a gloved hand, and sweeps a smooth arc out toward the audience.

"Our boys are looking delectable tonight, yes? I trust you all came prepared to make their nights sweeter yet. And—" He pauses, frowns, and presses a fist to his lips. A moment passes, and he takes the microphone back up. "You fine folks must pardon me; I took a rather large glass of sparkling water before —mmrp— before coming onstage, in hopes it might lubricate my throat." He pauses, his long-lashed eyes falling shut. Amidst the soft chatter of the club, you hear what first starts as a low rumble, then clarifies itself into a bassy burp behind closed lips. "Excuse me," says Jade. "As I was saying, I trust that you lovely individuals will give our performers the courtesy of a tip, whether or not you make further purchases later on."

He gives a cool wink, and you swear he is looking at you.

"Our next act will—" An inhuman splorsh interrupts him, not caught by the mic but nevertheless loud enough to hear in burbling detail from your seat.

Jade's face twists into an expression that can just barely be called cross. "Esteemed audience," he mewls, "it seems something else is vying for your attention. Shall I—" Raising his eyebrows, he lowers the microphone to his torso level.

At once, the clubgoers burst out in clapping and whoops.

Jade sneaks the word "Alright," into the mic, before pressing it into the side of his belly.

There is a soft gurgling now emanating over the PA system, rapidly deepening as a monstrous growl begins to form— Jade is burping, it takes you a second to realize.

His face contorts as he passes the eructation up, quiet over the air but internally roaring through the speakers.

When he is done, there is applause, and you cannot help but resent it; if only you could be the only one watching Jade heave a breath through his mouth, eyelids fluttering open as he straightens back up.

"Truly," he says, "I do beg your pardon. There are some outstanding bellies coming up next, though, so please do stay in your seats and keep those wallets open." Cocking his head with a smile, Jade then struts offstage.

As the next act begins, performers from the previous filter out onto the floor. Onstage, they had fed each other whipped cream, and caressed each other's lips, throats, and bellies. Now, each carries a tray, upon each which are arrayed about ten small foods.

Surprisingly, however, there is one performer who does not match the others— Jade is there with a tray as well, upon which sparkle miniature flutes of some bubbling pink liquid. Balance impeccable, he swoops across the floor, closer, closer, to you.

"Twenty thaumarks to feed or be fed, ten more for any extra contact."

Unable to tear your eyes from the faint bulging curves disrupting his sharply cut figure, you pull out thirty thaumarks, show him the bills, and stuff them into his waistcoat pocket.

"Thank you," he says, as coquettishly as is possible for Jade, and hands you a flute of the drink.

Using your well-bought privilege, you circle a hand around his waist, pull him closer, almost into your lap, before reaching up to tip the bubbling liquid into his mouth.

Jade's soft lips try to catch it all, but as he gulps it down, a rose-colored dribble runs past his jawline and down his neck.

After Jade sucks the last drops from the glass, you lift it from his lips.

He looks down at you, and his eyes open wide as a crass burp pops out of him. His whole body lurches, but the tray of drinks stays perfectly steady.

"Oh, I beg your pardon," he says, "you must forgive—"

He is in the middle of reaching for a handkerchief in his pocket when you pat his back, and he delivers to you another gaseous burp.

At this, he actually gives you a moan, albeit an affected one. "I apologize," he says, "But... that felt so good. Could I... trouble you to give me one more?"

You had been stroking his back —his burps and the music both made his bones rumble under your hands— but at this you oblige him, giving Jade a firm few pats.

"BbrrRRuuRrrRP! ...Ohhh..."

After letting out such a beautiful burp, Jade touches you— you suppose you paid for that much as well. He strokes one gloved finger down your face, and gives a sharp-toothed smile. "Thank you for the drink," he says, "and for taking such good care of me."

#moray writes #THIS WAS MEANT TO JUST BE HEADCANONS/A THREADFIC LOL

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Este, Danielle, and Alana Haim—better known collectively as the Grammy-nominated rock band Haim—brought their signature charm and wit to Glamour's 2022 Women of the Year ceremony in New York City, where they were honored for their contribution to music, pop culture, and sisterhood.

On Tuesday, November 1, actor and known Haim superfan Sophie Turner introduced the trio to a crowd that included other Women of the Year honorees like Jennifer Hudson and Angela Bassett.

“They will always make you feel welcome, loved, important, and in the presence of something truly special,” said Turner of Haim. “Their sisterhood extends beyond each other, outside of the Haim circle. And everyone who’s ever heard their music or had the privilege of meeting them, you do feel like an 'honorary Haim sister.’”

Haim thanked their honorary sister onstage as they accepted their 2022 Woman of the Year Award. Read Haim's speech in full below:

Este Haim: We are honestly thrilled to go from opener to honoree in just eight years! It's pretty crazy. We were honored to be here then and even more honored to be recognized this year among these other amazing incredible women. Jennifer Hudson, I love you.

We are fortunate to have our parents, Donna and Moti, here with us tonight. Our parents fostered an environment of respect and learning and taught us how to play music from a very, very early age.

They taught us to embrace the way music made us feel and encouraged us to express that through our performance. To quote the great Stevie Nicks: “Play the way you feel it.” I took that very seriously—so seriously that our fans that come to see us live know me for my “bass face.”

If you haven’t been to a Haim show, first of all, shame on you. But if you haven’t encountered my bass face, I can’t do it on the spot. But thankfully, I have a BAFTA and Golden Globe Award–nominated sister actress that will give an example of what it looks like when I perform. [Alana performs the “bass face.”] She's method. Thank you, Alana.

And that’s what I do—that’s how I express myself and I love it. Okay? But there are some people out there that don’t embrace it as much as I do, especially when we were first coming up as an all-female band.

During one of our first big interviews, I was asked by a male journalist if I make the same faces onstage that I make in bed. Yeah, let it sink in. As you can imagine, I was shocked and scared and couldn’t believe that something that I loved and did naturally was being distorted into something it wasn’t. I remember going back onstage the next night and all I could think about was that question that he asked me and how this man from a magazine was picking apart my face. But luckily, the joy of being a musician and a songwriter is that we can take our experiences and turn them into something beautiful. And for that we are so grateful.

And we did just that. We wrote our song “Man From the Magazine” on our last album. And in turn, every time we play it, it makes us feel stronger onstage.

So if we do anything in our careers, we hope to inspire anyone to pick up an instrument and write about their own experiences and to not let anyone deter them from expressing themselves in the way they want to express themselves.

Thank you again for this incredible honor. We will never forget this evening. And congratulations to our fellow honorees, incredible examples of female excellence. And lastly, please vote!

#haim

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wiiildflowerrr · 2 years

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@ashley_stallion What happened tonight at #TakeMyHandTheWoodlands:

5sos made it through Lover of Mine and the band immediately went off stage. Ashton was escorted off stage by two crew members and apparently was handed an oxygen tank. A crew member came onstage and told us the band was taking a short break and they would be back soon.

About 20 minutes passed by before they came back onstage and told us to hold onto our tickets. I cannot confirm this but apparently an ambulance left the venue.

My friend is currently a first responder and I am a former one, in our opinion Ashton is suffering from severe dehydration and heat exhaustion. Texas has been pushing triple digits everyday and they've played THREE shows in a row in our hottest June ever.

Ashton will likely need more time to recover, please don't be disappointed or surprised if other shows get postponed. His health MUST come first.

He plays incredibly hard and puts everything he has into this. They aren't as young as they used to be and this is their first tour in two years. I hope 5sos paces themselves more on tours going forward.

This was absolutely a poor planning on their teams part, this heat in Texas is not to be fucked with. Please go home and take care of yourselves as well tonight.

26 June 2022

#ashton #ashton irwin #5sos #5 seconds of summer #ashton 5sos #tmht woodlands #take my hand woodlands #tmh woodlands #26 june #2022

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another-fic-another-planet · 2 years

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Out of Tune, Part 2/?

Second person POV, Main Pairing Eddie Munson/You (F)

contains: explicit content, dom/sub, allusions to light bondage, light bratting, oral (both), alcohol, cigarettes

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“I would never cry over you, you’re not even worth it… But you’re coming back to my place after, right?” He asks, his steel toe pressing harder.

“Motel room for the night, actually, so I might have someone else over.” You reply, trying to act like you weren’t affected.

“Try again,” He says, leaning over to grab your knees to pull you closer so even more pressure from the dirty boot is applied to your embarrassingly wet center.

“Fuck… I was teasing… You know it’ll be you... You know the room.” You hiss out, trying even harder to resist the urge to grind on it like he had already made you do once. He smirks and nods, releasing you so he can stand and pull his guitar strap over his shoulder.

“See you afterwards then. I hope you like the new song… and may the best band win.” He says as the rest of his band stumble into the wings, who were already drunk.

You had already knocked back two beers by the time Corroded Coffin played their new song and it started out with a sound that made you choke on your drink.

Eddie moans into the microphone, breathing heavily before he takes a big drink and spits the water into the air. His fingers shred at his strings while he sets the pace for the song instead of his drummer, Gareth. You were always electrified by Eddie onstage, but tonight was different, he was pulsing like a rapid heartbeat. Not unlike your own. When he slammed his boot down on the amp and wagged his tongue to the screaming crowd, you felt yourself get wetter. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, as much as you hated it.

As the song ended, he found you watching in the wings, face flushed and arms crossed. He winked at you, fully aware of the effect he had on you.

You were so thankful the rest of your band had already gone to the bar because once he finally exited the stage with his band, you grabbed his hand to pull him to the side.

“Meet me out back. Please.” You begged him, watching his smile spread even wider. He nodded and then walked off in the direction of his band mates.

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You were leaning against the wall now, cigarette in hand when you heard Eddie’s boots crunch on the gravel behind the bar. You extinguish the cigarette and stomp it with the heel of your boot, looking down.

“I take it you liked the last one, princess? I could see you drooling from the stage.” He quips, rounding the corner to slam his hand beside your face. Your eyes open a little bit wider as you meet his eyes, his pupils blown out.

“It was all right, I think I would have liked it more if Gareth had sang it.” You replied with a smirk. Eddie scoffed at that, the knowledge that you and Gareth had dated last year still getting under his skin. His hand immediately went to your shoulder as he leaned in.

“I doubt that. I’m warning you now though… If you keep up the smart remarks and I’ll leave you to sit in that hotel room alone tonight.” He says, his voice dropping lower as his fingers slide across your leather jacket to wrap around your throat gently.

“Yes, Eddie.” You reply immediately, fighting the urge to pout. You’re rewarded with a gentle squeeze before his hand pushes you down to kneel in front of him. You keep eye contact with him while he unbuckles his belt, your knees hitting the sharp gravel.

“Such a good girl for me,” He says, a certain sparkle in his eye as you open your mouth expectantly. “Such a shame your mouth runs too much and you need to be silenced…” He frees his thick cock from his boxers and immediately pushes it past the entrance of your lipstick stained mouth. He grips your hair with one hand before resting the other on the wall again. You close your eyes and revel in the fact that you get to please him again…

You hate how good he tastes, how his thick precum coats your tongue. You hate how even his sweat is intoxicating as his cock pumps into your mouth sloppily. You can hear his breathing hitch when thrusts his entire length into your mouth and your eyes sting as he pushes past your gagging point.

“F-fuck…” He stutters out when your hand reaches up to cup his balls and tug gently. He thrusts even harder, your head bobbing as the hand in your hair tightens.

“Keep it up, yeah.” He commands, his head falling down. “Use your other hand to lift your shirt… Need to see more.” You comply, pulling your breasts out of your black top for him to see. The sight of that finally elicits a low moan, exactly like the one he showed the crowd on stage. This time though, it was all for you. You groan quietly around his cock, feeling it twitch when you hollow out your cheeks more.

“That’s good, princess.” He moans, his head falling back. “Such a pretty mouth for me to fuck… I was thinking this about the whole time you were singing.” With every motion, word, and thrust you can feel yourself getting wetter. He releases deep in your mouth with a loud moan.

You keep your reward in your mouth, showing Eddie by opening your mouth that you got every last drop. He yanks your head back to approve before instructing you to swallow, which you’re always happy to do. He looks perfectly blissed out now, tucking himself away as he pulls you up gently.

“I needed that,” He admits, his hands running down your sides slowly. “But I know what you need now, don’t you?” You feel even wetter just by the knowledge that he’ll take care of you as he always does. You’re just not sure how yet…

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie x you

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