#on another note i am so ready for this album
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𝘋𝘢𝘺 14: 🤠👢🐎 𝘉𝘏𝘔𝘊𝘈𝘚 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦
#westonsims00#thesims4#ts4#mysims#showusyoursims#myscreenshots#simblr#bhmcas#all his cowboy clothes got a lil dirty...#on another note i am so ready for this album#Spotify
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✧ 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 | nico hischier ♔
summary: y/n is a famous singer and on a couple of interviews, her love for the swiss hockey man comes out. or, two times y/n talked about nico hischier in an interview/on a talk show and one time he talked about her.
warnings: um, gross foods and a tiny mention of gagging.
notes: i wanted to do a third interview but i didn't want to write it really so if you want to imagine it it's the james corden carpool karaoke with niall horan and when they do a lie detector test, james and niall ask about nico. also I'm sorry, i think this is mainly dialogue and i tried to make it so it wasn't but it's an interview so that's kind of hard. pretend the niall video came out in the past year. definitely not proofread because it's two in the morning and i am delierious and have no energy to go back and edit so don't make fun of me, thanks bye! :) also let me know if you want a part two of when they actually meet or get together. part two is out!
publish date: 10/30/23
part two (his girl ) | nhl masterlist | main masterlist
Jimmy Fallon - Mad Libs Theater ➺ reference video here!
“Welcome back, I’m hanging out with y/n y/l/n! Her new album is streaming every, apple music, Spotify, you name it. Uh, y/n I want to do something fun with you and act out a dramatic scene, but first, we have to fill in the blanks. It is time for Mad Lib Theater.”
The intro of Mad Lib Theater plays and y/n readjusts herself on the seat to look at Jimmy, “Alright. So here’s how this works. I’m going to ask you for some silly words - nouns, verbs, adjectives, et cetera - and they’ll all be written onto our cue cards here, as we’re doing this. And then we’re gonna act out a dramatic Mad Libs scene. Are you ready for this?”
“Thank god I went to fourth grade.”
Jimmy laughs along with the audience and uncaps the marker, “Okay. Here we go. I want a noun that starts with a C.”
“Candle.”
“Candle’s good. Adjective.”
“Sweaty.”
“Type of bug.”
“Mosquito.”
“Animal.”
“Elephant.”
“A chain restaurant.”
“Chipotle. I used to work there.”
“Chipotle?”
“Yeah.”
Jimmy continues, “Noun.”
“Jersey.”
“Like New Jersey or a sports Jersey?”
“Oh, uh New Jersey.”
“A kitchen appliance.”
“Spatula.”
“A plural noun.”
“Buildings.”
“Sophisticated.”
“I know right.”
“Another animal.”
“A yack.”
“One of the Seven Dwarfs.”
“Dopey.” She looks into the audience and winks.
“Celebrity name.”
“Taylor Swift. I love Taylor!”
“Name me a number,”
“13.”
“Just 13, 13-”
“1386.”
“Type of profession.”
“Hockey player.”
“Hockey player? Okay.”
“Wow! Speed round. Here we go. Another plural noun.”
“Mooses?”
“Uh, okay. Body part. Watch it.”
“Elbow.”
“Phrase that you would say if you bumped into Leonardo DiCaprio on the street.”
The audience starts yelling, lots of fans of y/n knowing how much she loves this movie as it takes her no time to come up with an answer, “Why did you let go, Jack? You should have stayed on the door. You should’ve got on the door.”
“Why did you let go, Jack? There was room for you on the door.” Y/n repeats herself for the man as he writes down her answer.
“Another noun.” Y/n’s flustered, “You do this one.”
“Burrito.”
“Burrito, okay.”
“Type of drink.”
“Bloody Mary.”
“Another celebrity.”
“Elizabeth Olsen.”
“Verb ending in i-n-g.”
“Slaying.”
Jimmy busts out laughing, “Slaying. This is fun doing Mad Libs with you.”
“What you’d shout if you sat down in a wet seat.”
“Fudge that’s wet.”
“‘Fudge that’s wet?’ I love you.”
“First concert you ever attended.”
“Madonna.”
“Wow. Madonna. You know what, that makes sense.”
“A professional athlete.”
Without any hesitation, y/n blurts out, “Nico Hischier.”
“What?”
Y/n hides her increasingly growing red cheeks, “He’s my favorite hockey player. He’s the captain of the New Jersey Devils.”
There were some hockey or Devils fans in the crowd and they let out a couple of cheers. Jimmy wiggles his eyebrows at the girl before continuing, “Another verb ending in I-N-G.”
“Blushing.”
“Yes, very good. You’re blushing right now.”
Y/n laughs, “Two words that rhyme.”
“Swiss. Kiss.”
“A long, silly word.”
“Iridocyclitis!” A man shouts from the audience.
“What?!
“Is that a disease? Is that an actual-”
“Yeah, what is that?”
Jimmy attempts to spell out a word.
“Iridocyclitis. Yeah, of course. Alright, now, we’ve filled out the words for our scene. Good look to our cue card. So sorry, Roman. Are you ready to perform our scene?”
“I don’t know now.”
“Let’s go let’s do this.”
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Jimmy and y/n stand on the building after coming out in superhero costumes, “Am I green?”
“No, yeah, you’re green. Yeah, you’re green. I’m red.”
“Candle girl! What are you doing here?!”
“Oh, hello, Captain Sweaty.”
“Please call me by my nickname, Mr. Mosquito.”
“I’m here for the same reason you are here - to rescue the elephant stuck on the roof of this Chipotle.”
“I knew there was trouble tonight when I saw my signal in the sky- a light projected in the shape of… New Jersey.”
“Well, using our powers this rescue should be simple. I’m faster than a speeding spatula, and everything I touch turns to buildings.” Y/n says before Jimmy responds, “I have the agility of a yak. And when I get really dopey, I turn into Taylor Swift.”
Y/n starts laughing, unable to control herself, “Wow. I must tell you, my back story is complicated. When I was 1386 years old, I was… I was once bitten by a hockey player.”
She then spits out more laughter and doubles over to hold her stomach, “Oh my- Oh my god. And ever since, I’ve been able to emanate mooses from my elbow.”
“Why did you let go, Jack?” Jimmy holds his hand out before y/n places her own on his shoulder, “I know. It’s amazing, but with great power comes great burrito.” Both of the two laugh beofre controlling themselves and continuing the scene.
“Your story reminds me of my own. I became a superhero after I fell into a tub of radioactive bloody Mary. But listen. We must complete this rescue. In the trapped elephant’s collar, there’s a USB drive that contains images of Elizabeth Olsen slaying.”
Y/n snorts and covers her mouth quickly before laughing, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I thought it’d be much worse.”
“And as a warning, I do have one weakness.”
“What is it?”
“Madonna.”
“That’s okay. Just remember what Professor Nico Hischier told us. He said if we’re ever in a situation like this,” Jimmy pulls out a gold button, “You press this button, and we will both immediately start blushing. Here we go.”
Y/n laughs and the two start slapping their cheeks for them to redden, “Our blushing is causing the elephant to be saved.”
She looks at Jimmy and then the cue cards and shakes her head, “Swiss kiss! We did it!”
“Yes, let’s high-five and say the secret superhero catchphrase on ‘three’. One, two, three.”
They both squint in an attempt to read the word, “Iri-dira-calaptus.”
“Dude!”
“Yeah!”
“And scene!”
The two laugh as the scene ends and Jimmy tries to get his words out, “My thanks to y/n y/l/n.”
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James Corden - Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts ➺ reference video here!
The theme music plays as the camera cuts to James, Ewan, Niall, and y/n sitting at a table with a rotating top and a bunch of food laid on it.
“Okay. so let’s take a look at the food that we have here.” James proceeds to spin the top of the table to showcase the food, “We have a salmon smoothie. A beef tongue.”
Ewan sticks his tongue out and makes a noise causing y/n to laugh as she holds her napkin up to her face, “This is disgusting.”
“Bird saliva.” The audience yells in disgust and Niall makes a whiffing motion with his hands, “The smell just gets stronger and stronger.”
“A scorpion. Fish head. Hot sauce. “
“Is that safe to do hot sauce?” Ewan asks as he looks towards James, “We’re gonna find out.”
“And finally, bull penis.”
“Yay!” Y/n claps.
“So here’s how this works. Ewan and I will be asking questions to Niall and y/n. Now if someone on your team chooses not to answer their question, you both will have to eat the disgusting food. Have we got it?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, Niall-” y/n cuts in quickly, “I’m already mad.”
“You’re up first. Niall, I am going to giv eyou-”
Niall points, “Please don’t do that. My acid reflex will freak out.”
“Please don’t. Not the scorpion.”
“The salmon smoothie.” Y/n squels.
“Here is your question, So if you answer the question you don’t have to eat, if you don’t answer the qeustion, you both have to have a big glug of the salmon smoothie.” Niall laughs, “I don’t know what I’m more nervous about, the question or the smoothie.”
“Well, I’ve just seen the question and I think it might be the question. Niall, who is your least favorite member or One Direction?”
Niall swears but the bleep covers it as he goes to clink smoothies with y/n. Y/n looks at him, “I think you should drink, I am not your publicist, but I don’t know that you should.”
“I think I might and just take the daily mail hit tomorrow, and throw out a crap answer. I’m trying to help y/n.” The said girl laughs and hits him, “If it’ll help you out, I’ll drink it.”
“Don’t think of your teammate, think of your life.”
“What do you think, Nial are you going to go salmon-”
Y/n places the napkin around Niall’s neck to make a bib, “Yeah for future life, yeah, I think I will go with this.” The two pick up smoothies and drink them, well attempt to drink them.
James hands them spoons and they both put it in their mouths. Y/n immediately gags and goes to spit it in the trash, getting some in her hair. James and Ewan immediately burst into laughter as they watch the two.
Ewan looks at y/n, “Are you alright?”
“It is not so of the taste, it’s the texture. It;s like having salmon yogurt.” James looks at y/n, “Oh and there is some in the hair to keep for later. Right, so now y/n, you will ask your question to me.”
“Oh well, well, well.”
“Which would you like me and Ewan to have?”
“Have a look at the question first.” Niall leans over to help y/n, it was honestly like having a brother and sister team up agains someone.
“Oh, wow. Getting tactical.”
“Oh, he is going to eat. I know– Scorpion.” Y/n turns the table so the scorpion sits in the front of the two men on the other side.
“Scorpion. I think that is the easiest one.”
“Well, yeah, you say that until it is in your face.”
“Your question is, James, name one artist who you have turned down for carpool karaoke.” The crowd lets out a bunch of oos, “How long have you got?”
“Cheers mate,” James cheers with Ewan and the eat the scropion, seemingly without any problem.
“What is y/n going to eat?”
“I think I’m going for the tongue.”
“And it’s one each. You have to eat the whole tongue.” Y/n looks at him disbelief and he just shakes his head, “I’m just kidding.”
“Oh this is quite a cute one. Y/n you once said you had a favorite hockey player, Nico Hischier, is it true you might have a crush on the Swiss man?”
Y/n immediately blushes and places her head in her hands as everyone laughs, “Oh come on, this is an easy one.”
“Oh shit.” The bleep censors the word as y/n looks at the tongue, “Yes, it’s true. I do have a crush on Nico Hischier.”
The whole crowd goes wild and Niall playfully hits her on the arm, “Niall what would you like to give Ewan?”
“Ewan you’re up. Truthfully, all I’ve been thinking about is that saliva. Surely the question gets better.”
“It does. Sorry, boys.”
“Jeez, again, back to the bird saliva.”
Y/n looks at the boys, “How do they get it?” James and Ewan playfully try to mimic on what they think happens.
Niall pulls out the card and y/n reads it, immediately bursting into laughter, “This is the greatest question ever.”
The Irish man looks up at Ewan with a grin on his face, “Ewan, have you ever shit your pants?”
Everyone laughs uncontroloblly for at least 30 seconds, “The show is only an hour, Ewan.”
“I mean I could lie, there is only one or two people that would know.”
“I am really enjoying this.”
“Well, I guess, yeah.”
“Hand on, wait how old were you?”
“Well, I was very young at the time.”
“No, no there didn’t have any age in there, did it.” Ewan defends.
“Well, we’ve all technicaly shit our pants as babies.” Y/n looks at the man.
“That is all I was referring to. I might have shit my pants in the 90s one time.”
“Ewan McGregor. Spilling it.”
“Okay, Niall I am going to give you guys.”
“Please not the hot sauce.”
“Some beef tongue, are you ready. Okay.”
“I’m going to have to eat this, aren’t I?”
“Niall, you have dated both Selena Gomex adn Ellie Goulding. It is your last night on Earth, who would you rather spend it with?”
“Just it doesn’t hurt anyone.” Y/n says, “Y/n’s going ‘it doesn’t hurt anyone’.”
Niall places his arm on the girl’s chair, “I’m afraid it does, love.”
“The trouble is, is that it’s not relaly your last night so someone’s gonna be upset tomorrow.”
“Okay, I would, cause it’s the last night on Eart, Ellie is a big fan of planet Earth by David Attenborough so I would sit and watch that with her and for that reason, Ellie Goulding.”
“Y/n it is your turn, you now will ask me a question and select a food.”
“You know what, you guys seem so keen on the beef tongue, giving it to us time and time again, so we will get revenge. James, you are definetly going to eat that, so have you got your knife and for ready.”
“Yup.”
“Which Late Night Host do you prefer, Kimmel or Fallon?”
“That’s tricky. Oh, dear are we eating this?” The two bite into the tongue and y/n gags as she watches them.
“That was Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts. Big thanks to Y/n Y/l/n, Niall Horan, and Ewan McGregor, we’ll be right back, everybody!”
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Nico Hischier on Y/n Y/l/n on a random post-game interview
“So Nico, I hate to ask you about this but there’s been these videos floatinga round about y/n y/l/n talking about you, have you heard about this?”
Nico nods his head as he looks at the interviewer, “Yeah, actually I have. Jack actually showed me this video and let me tell you, that was the last thing I was expecting.”
“Everyone is dying to know after she came out and explicitly stated that she liked you, do you like her, or at least have a tiny crush on her?”
“Yeah, well you know, I haven’t actually met her so I can’t say I like her but I do think she’s cute and that’s all I’m going to say about this.”
The interviewer nods, “Thanks, Nico.”
#sunnylunespeaks#sunny lune writes#nico hischier#nico hischer x reader#nico hischier x you#singer!reader#fem!reader#nhl#hockey
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A Summary of the 🎃 Messages--The Overarching Story
So I just realized sth abt the 🎃 messages while listening to ttpd—they’re in chronological order!! I am going to try to give a summary of these messages and explain why I believe this. This album has made 99% of her songs, mvs, metaphors, and symbols make perfect sense. There were always some things like getaway car, cruel summer, and the palm trees in rep era that I could never quite figure out but now it's all crystal clear. It's like ttpd is the last piece of the puzzle needed to make everything fall right into place and to see the whole messy complicated story. One thing I want you to take note of as you read this summary is how incredibly consistent Taylor is w her use of metaphors and symbols. This makes solving the puzzle that is her music more like solving a cypher that you can know you solved correctly bc all the symbols will fit together perfectly just like a secret code. Once you understand what one symbol represents you now know what it means every time you see it. Every word or phrase she uses is intentional and there's not a single easter egg that's out of place. You'll notice in ttpd there are several words and phrases that are repeated bc she wants us to know that certain songs are related. 🎃 anon said there would be many connections and foretellings in the messages that we could find if we held them to the light in the coming unfoldings, and boy they were not wrong. So w/out further ado let's get into it (just a warning though this will be pretty lengthy so grab your favorite drink, some snacks, and get comfy).
1st message: The first one starts right before rep era when her rep started going down and she started feuding w her record label. These are the obstacles she didn’t see coming that made her slam on the (getaway bike) brakes (which were cut so she had to use her foot to slow down) and not come out. The "heel damaged" could be a reference to Achilles' heel since this was a weak spot she didn't see or it could be a reference to Jesus' heel being bruised in the 1st ever biblical prophecy (see this post for more on that). This was her first big pivot and change of plans. Many ppl have theorized that TS6 was originally going to be a different album--perhaps lover/daylight--but kimye and BMR got in the way of that. This would explain why she wears an outfit w palm trees on it while cutting the wings off her TS6 jet. She spray paints "reputation" on it which seems to indicate it was a haphazard last minute change of plans (x). Plus the endgame mv has palm trees and shows Miami, Florida (which I think is related to Florida!!! but I'll have to get to that another time) connecting it to "Island breeze and lights down low, no one has to know...In the middle of the night in my dreams I know I'm gonna be with you so I take my time." Miami is the paradise where her endgame happens. This all seems to indicate she was ready for "daylight" or "paradise" during rep era but had to pivot.
The Prophecy: “Hand on the throttle, thought I caught lightning in a bottle, Oh but it’s gone again"
2nd message: This is abt the lover rollout that started in spring of 2019 -> "The time draws near, springtime sunshine causing small drips and fractures." The ice castle likely represents the lover house (her music empire, past eras, and closet) since she burns it down w a match just like she does in the eras tour visuals and midnights -> "You strike a match and blow the smoke toward the structure that shelters and protects you. Suddenly, you hear a crack, a crunch, a whoosh. There is a sudden give beneath you, and you tumble through the broken, melting hole in your palace." The ivy reference (spring breaks loose, the time is near) just solidifies my theory that ivy is a song abt an eventual kaylor reunion that will happen before she burns all the files and deserts all her past lives (eras).
Lover era was her second big pivot. I believe she knew there was a very good chance Scott B would sell her masters all the way back in rep era hence why she says "I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone, devils roll the dice" (see this post for more on that). "However, in this suddenness you find yourself still somehow underprepared, kicking yourself for the time you squandered by wallowing in the seeming endlessness of your predicament" -> Her being unprepared to come out along w the mastersheist is what caused her to miss her 2nd opportunity to come out. She was so caught off guard that it made her indecisive. And so she played it safe and stayed in the closet -> "Our coming of age has come and gone, suddenly this summer it's clear I never had the courage of my convictions as long as danger is near." Remember how I said Taylor is very consistent w her use of metaphors? Well I made a post a while back explaining how folkmore represents the seasons bc summer = daylight and winter = closeting and folkmore was Taylor trying to come to terms w her 2nd failed coming out hence the grey and beige ("I'm just a paperweight in shades of greige"); so that means the ice castle = winter = closeting and springtime sunshine = almost daylight = almost being out of the closet (and spring was also the time when the lover rollout started so it has a more literal 2nd meaning to it as well).
The Albatross: "So I crossed my thoughtless heart spread my wings like a parachute, I'm the albatross, I swept in at the rescue." [I think there's a good chance this song is abt Scoots so it makes sense the parachute metaphor, which relates to her masters and failed coming out, would be used in this song]
The Bolter: "By all accounts, she almost drowned when she was 6 in frigid water...It feels like the time she fell through the ice then came out alive." ['Long story short I survived']
3rd message: This is abt the mastersheist (diamond heist) during the summer of 2019. It parallels the I Can See You mv exactly (see this post). In hindsight it now makes perfect sense why 1989 tv didn't have any mvs--bc the Fortnight mv is a direct continuation of the ICSY mv! Before the Fortnight mv, the ICSY mv was the most recent one. She didn't want anything between those 2 mvs so that it was obvious they were directly related. Her losing her masters and her 2nd opportunity at daylight is what drove her to insanity and caused her to end up in the asylum -> "I find the artifacts, cried over a hat...I trace the evidence" // "And so I enter into evidence my tarnished coat of arms, etc" | "Is it okay? Is it you? Or have they come to take me away?"
"Mere feet away from the light of freedom...Your getaway bike begins to leave without you, sparks flying as the tires try and fail to slow down for you. You have frozen in this moment of indecision" // "It was the great escape, the prison break, the light of freedom on my face...he was runnin' after us, I was screamin', 'Go, go, go!'" -> There are 2 getaway car mentions in this message which emphasizes its importance. This is likely for a few reasons: 1) To explain what the song getaway car was actually abt--her feud w BMR, not the beards 2) To show that message 1 and 3 are related; the getaway bike is mentioned in both since both are abt her masters 3) To show that the lover era pivot was actually just history repeating itself; this is what Cassandra and the Prophecy are abt.
Cassandra (notice the piano melody from mad woman): “So they set my life in flames, I regret to say do you believe me now? ['If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too']…They knew, they knew, they knew the whole time that I was onto somethin', [She knew there was a good chance her masters would be sold as shown in cruel summer] The family, the pure greed, the Christian chorus line" ['Now he sits on his thrown in his palace of bones praying to his greed']
Fortnight: "I was supposed to be sent away
But they forgot to come and get me
I was a functioning alcoholic
'Til nobody noticed my new aesthetic [Her fans didn't notice the shift from rainbows and pastels to black mourning clothes during the lover era]
All of this to say I hope you're okay
But you're the reason [The you in the song is Taylor; she's the reason she decided to stay in the closet]
And no one here's to blame
But what about your quiet treason?" [Taylor's indecisiveness is what led her to not come out the 2nd time]
loml (This is from Karlie's pov): "Mr. Steal Your Girl, then make her cry...You shit-talked me under the table talking rings [Paper Rings] and talking cradles, [Lover mv] I wish I could un-recall how we almost had it all, [They were so close to daylight]...It was legendary, It was momentary ['I touch you (daylight/sunshine) for only a fortnight']...Our field of dreams engulfed in fire" ['So they set my life in flames']
Florida!!!: "Little did you know your home's really only a town you're just a guest in, ['I touch you (daylight/sunshine) for only a fortnight'; 'And so a touch that was my birthright became foreign'] So you work your life away just to pay for a timeshare down in Destin" [Taylor did all this masterminding and planning just to end up still stuck in the closet and bearding and only being able to see her lover in stolen private moments]
Fresh Out the Slammer: "Another [cruel] summer, taking cover, rolling thunder, he don't understand me"
The Bolter: "But it always ends up with a town car speeding" [getaway car]
Peter: "Forgive me Peter, my lost fearless leader, in closets like cedar preserved from when we were just kids, Is it something I did?" [Peter is herself; 'I'd be a fearless leader' and the fearless album; 'closets' is obvious]
How Did It End?: "We were blind to unforeseen circumstances, We learned the right steps to different dances, and fell victim to interlopers' glances, Lost the game of chance, what are the chances?...It's happening again" [This is the 2nd time she's lost the opportunity to come out]
I Can Do It With a Broken Heart: "I'm so obsessed with him but he avoids me like the plague" [They're in love w each other but can't be together in public; 'Break my soul in 2 looking for you but you're right here']
Down Bad: "For a moment [a fortnight] I knew cosmic love, now I'm down bad crying at the gym...'Fuck it if I can't have him I might just die it would make no difference'" ['You (Taylor) told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I (Karlie) ever leave']
5th message: Out of all the messages this is the one I'm the most uncertain abt. But I think it is possibly about JA leaving before his contract was up. "You are in a kitchen. Not your kitchen, of course. Your kitchen is soft and cozy and sacred. THIS kitchen is hard and cold and purely functional" -> This is not the sacred kitchen from Cornelia Street that she shares w her lover, this is a PR stunting kitchen that's a false imitation of the real domestic bliss she has. A few yrs ago kaylors were talking abt how Karlie has a kitchen that she only uses for PR/social media purposes so pumpkin anon could've been trying to remind us of that. These 3 messages from flag 🏴 anon make me think the breakup happened sooner than planned.
The July 29 message wasn’t meant to be posted until Oct 8 since it was hinting at the Toe breakup happening 5 months later in mid March, 2023.
The Nov 23 message mentions a “shift of footing” which we all agreed meant Toe 🦶 was over. The Dec 5 message w “the need to flex is sometimes necessary” directly following the Toe breakup message is what really makes me think it wasn’t planned. They had to pivot/flex but “other milestones are resolute” meaning the endgame is still the same—K and T will still reunite and both will be out of the closet at a certain time. Plus there’s the “…” at the end of the Nov 23 message which also indicates the Dec 5 one is a direct continuation of that message.
To add more credibility to this theory, RFI and SIG also have ellipses. RFI always seemed like it was supposed to be a direct continuation of SIG bc SIG sets up the “chess game” w her and her lover doing magic and pulling the wool over everyone's eyes, and RFI is when this chess game officially begins, "baby let the games begin."
Some other kaylors said they thought “the need to flex” meant that she wanted to give anti hero more time on the charts so she was flexing or showing off. But I think it makes more sense for it to be related to London Boy himself and not having him as a beard since that’s the whole purpose of having the 🏴 flag. I could be wrong though.
So Long, London: “Pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away…Holding tight to your quiet resentment…Every breath feels like rarest air when you’re not sure if he wants to be there” [This may mean that JA kept trying to break free from the contract and Taylor kept trying to convince him to stay but it didn’t work]. "My spine split from carrying us up the hill, Wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill" ['They are bowing out, leaving you with double the workload, now half burnt and smoking. Their duties weren’t finished, and yet there is nothing you can do to make them stay. Shaken by this loss, chaos descends upon the team. Most roll up their sleeves to work harder']. "And my friends said it isn't right to be scared, every day of a love affair" [There were several blind items talking abt how JA was hooking up w men in a very unsubtle way; this could be what the 'cheating husband' mentions in ttpd are abt]. “Two graves, one gun” [Makes me think of a smoking gun which could be what the 'smell of smoke' in the message was alluding to. Maybe JA threatened to reveal her secrets if she didn't let him go and he had the smoking gun evidence to do so which was the recipe card. 'This time is different. Because you know this person actually has the means to share the secret menu, and that they have enough proof to make the waiting guests believe them.' -> I mean if anyone could convince the general public it would be the man who was supposed to be her boyfriend for 6 yrs]. “And you say I abandoned the ship but I was going down w it, my white knuckle dying grip” ['But you have never been one to lay your armor down. When you fail, you fail gloriously. When you go, you go kicking and screaming']. "I didn't opt in to be your odd man out" [She didn't want to be his beard just like he didn't want to be hers; and odd man out is a game that's played w 3 ppl where the odd man is the loser who's eliminated bc he didn't have a match]. "I founded the club she's heard great things about" [The Tortured Man Club -> The Tortured Poets Department that she's chairman of]
7th message: This message is all abt the domestic bliss she has away from the public eye. She has worked so hard to make sure her secrets are safe by building a tall impenetrable fence. However, she chooses to intentionally blow a dandelion full of secrets--perhaps ttpd is the dandelion w all the songs being the florets or secrets. There is one floret in particular that she’s worried abt—my guess is it’s Robin since it’s so damning if you know what to look for. Plus the song Robin parallels this message perfectly and evokes the same imagery. And to add even more credibility to this theory, the lyric vid for Robin has dandelion florets in the background. See these posts: (x)(x)(x)(x)(x)(x). "You are walking through your yard. It's one of your favorite places, all sprawling garden rows" -> Betty's garden; "your wife waters flowers," etc. "There are daisies - so many daisies - in every shade of your rainbow"--I don't think I even need to explain this. "Your lover and your fresh baked buns are safe. (The buns, of course, are in the oven turning golden as you speak. It's an old family recipe, jotted lovingly on a recipe card.)" -> The recipe card is perhaps a picture or some other sort of smoking gun evidence of Taylor's family and it connects the 5th and 7th messages together. And the meaning of "buns in the oven" is pretty obvious. "Golden" refers to Karlie.
Robin: "Higher and higher, wilder and lighter" [This may be a double entendre--not only is she encouraging this child to bounce higher on his trampoline or swing higher, she is also encouraging the dandelion floret (the song Robin) to fly higher and go out into the world after she blows on it]
The Albatross: "Wild winds are death to the candle...One bad seed kills the garden" [This may be connected to the dandelion metaphor and I believe there are many layers to these lyrics; wild winds can carry the dandelion seeds into other ppl's yards; if Taylor's secret gets out this can destroy the domestic bliss she has i.e. kill her metaphorical garden or candle; 'love's a fragile little flame it can burn out']
I Hate It Here: "I hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind people need a key to get to, the only one is mine" [There is only one way to get into this garden since a tall impenetrable fence surrounds it; there are other layers in these lyrics as well like the escapism aspect of it]
But Daddy I Love Him: "I'm having his baby, no I'm not but you should see your faces" [Bc it's Karlie that had the babies]
8th message: This entire message parallels the Bolter. I believe this is abt Taylor finally choosing her lover over her reputation and choosing to intentionally destroy it in order to meet her lover down at the bottom like 🌋 anon mentioned. This may be the purpose of the whole Ratty debacle—to tarnish her image (by jumping into shark infested waters) so that when kaylor are together in public again her fans won’t be able to hate on KK w/out being hypocrites bc Taylor has already done all the things she knows they’ll accuse KK of, like being connected to someone who’s quite problematic. I believe this takes place from May 2023-now since this is when MH and her started “dating.” The use of all lowercase in the 🌋 messages may be a reference to the reputation album title to indicate that this is going to be a repeat of rep era but this time the damage to her rep will be intentional. I find it very interesting that the Feb 20th 🌋 message is the only one that has a word capitalized and the word that's capitalized is "Gold." This is in contrast to "fools gold" which is not capitalized or colored.
The self-loathing is palpable in Taylor's music (x) and it is displayed heavily in this message as well. I think it's possible the "enemy" is actually just Taylor herself or her public persona to be more exact. She is her own worst enemy; the Anti Hero mv illustrates this. She's the one that spreads the dandelions in message 7 which is what the enemy does in this message; she's the bear, and in the Bolter she (real Taylor) tames the bear (Taylor the brand). I believe TSMWEL could possibly be abt herself as well. I mean TSMWEL literally has "TS" in the track title. The clean version of the Bolter has the line "Then she'll call him a bore" which parallels TSMWEL, "You said normal girls were boring." It's as if real Taylor is doing an UNO reverse on Taylor the brand by treating her public persona the same way she treated real Taylor for years. This is very reminiscent of the Archer, "I've been the archer I've been the prey." I think TSMWEL, while it is abt herself, is simultaneously abt Scott B. And the reason for this relates back to what I said abt the 2nd and 3rd 🎃 messages--she blames both Scott AND herself for her failed coming out. The mastersheist threw her for a loop, yes, but she could've still come out anyway were it not for her indecisiveness. And I haven't have time to fully analyze MBOBHFT yet but I think it's similar where it can either be read from Karlie's perspective to Taylor after the 2019 failed coming out or from Taylor's perspective to Scott B/the industry.
The Bolter: "But as she was leaving, it felt like breathing, ['When I was drowning that's when I could finally breathe'] All her fuckin' lives flashed before her eyes...He [the 'enemy'] was a cad, wanted her bad just like any good trophy hunter and she liked the way it tastes taming a bear, making him care watching him jump then pulling him under" [This connects to the 10th message: 'You limp over uneven ground, smiling at the pain of the shark bite with each excruciating step - replaying the satisfying splash as you finally chose her over the world. As you grabbed the enemy and dove into the infested waters']
loml: "The coward claimed he was a lion" ['You’re a selfish asshole. So much of your fear is your own. You wince at your cowardice like it is a gaping wound. You so often find yourself unable to meet your own eyes. You scramble into shadows like a black cat. Scared, even, of being scared...You are a coward, but you are not a fool']
I Hate It Here: "I was a debutant in another life but now I seem to be scared to go outside" [In another life she already came out but in this one she's too scared to even leave her house let alone come out]
The Tortured Poets Department (This is from Karlie's pov): "You're in self-sabotage mode throwing spikes down on the road"
9th message: This message is abt her finishing her 11th album, the last chapter of her 11 part story, and then sending it out into the world like a message in a bottle (the Manuscript). So I'm assuming this would take place on April 19, 2024, the release date of ttpd. "You are sitting on a beach, cold and windswept. The sea is dark and angry before you." -> This may be the same beach and sea from the folkmore era. "The sun sets in muted colors." -> Describing the sunset colors as muted is quite interesting since sunsets typically have very vivid colors; this makes me think it's related to the eras tour visuals during the transition from august to illicit affairs (which I explained the meaning of in this post), and the folkmore color palette was mainly muted colors. "You finish scrawling on the parchment. Your pen dries up as you reach the end of a story in 11 parts." // "Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen," "my veins of pitch black ink." She is sick of having to dilute her truth through metaphors and allegories which is why she is a tortured poet -> "Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die." Plus there's the "parchment" which she mentioned many times during her eras tour speeches which relates it to the folkmore era (x)(x)(x). "And now it is just a matter of time. The dripping of candle wax. The ticking of a clock." -> (x).
I recommend reading this post which explains how the Manuscript, ATW short film, message in a bottle, the story of us, and 4th, 9th, and 10th 🎃 messages are related. Many ppl pointed out that the Manuscript lyric vid looks like a movie script, and she's been referencing films and books a lot recently which makes me think there's a good chance she's going to release a film and book abt her coming out story. The 9th message and the lyrics in the Manuscript make it clear that Taylor's discography as a whole IS the manuscript i.e. it's the author's (Taylor's) draft of her story that is getting ready to be published. In academia, a manuscript is a draft of your research that you send in to be peer reviewed and if it's accepted it then becomes a published academic article.
The Manuscript: "And the years passed like scenes of a show, the professor said to write what you know, [She's equating her life to a story w the different eras being different scenes or chapters] The only thing that's left is the manuscript, one last souvenir from my trip to your shores, [message in a bottle; 'It may wash up on a sunny beach in Florida, or a rocky shore in the northwest'] Now and then I reread the manuscript but the story isn't mine anymore" ['Once you blow a dandelion, you never get it back. It isn’t yours anymore']
The Bolter: "But she's got the best stories"
10th message: This is a direct continuation of the 8th message and takes place right before she comes out of the closet (the wooden door in the woods). So this would take place after her rep has already been destroyed which I don’t think we’ve gotten to yet. My guess is that things will start ramping up in the next few months. She may start being papped w all her previous beards looking happy w them or sth similar which is all she’d need to do to show that the relationships were all fake and she’s been lying this whole time. This may be the “chaos” that 🫚 anon was referring to (see this post). This lines up with the blood moon glitch vinyl, representing chaos and disruption, being the 2nd quarter of the yr according to the midnights clock (4-6 or April-June, 2024). Plus many ppl think BDILH is abt MH--and Taylor meant for this to happen bc this album is full of red herrings--and in that song she says "He (MH) was chaos" so this might be a hint that the bearding shenanigans are gonna ramp up. Of course things are already plenty chaotic now w everyone thinking ttpd is abt 3 different men, one of which is pretty problematic, so perhaps this is all ginger was referring to. Taylor calling herself "the Bolter" has 2 meanings: 1) She is a coward who often runs away from danger 2) The 2nd more positive interpretation is that she knows "when it's time to go." I think it's very telling that ITTG is the last track on the deluxe edition of evermore and comes right after RWYLM, a song abt being stuck in the closet after the 2019 failed coming out. She's saying that she's not going to stay there forever(more).
The Bolter: "But none of it is changing that the chariot is waiting, ['The story of 2 princesses. No place for a prince'; the Cinderella metaphor (x)] Hearts are hers for the breaking, There's escape in escaping...Ended with the slam of a [closet] door but she's got the best stories, You can be sure that as she was leaving it felt like freedom" [The 6/21/2020 ♠️ riddle spells out 'They Are Free']
11th message: This message takes place after midnight at 3am on Nov 1 after she’s gone through the wooden door. In this post I explain how 3am connects to the witching hr or devil's hr. The fact that this takes place right after Halloween is quite significant since it is a day dedicated to remembering the dead, and death and ghosts are a big theme in ttpd. This symbolizes how after Taylor kills her old self (by dragging her into shark infested waters), she will resurrect as a new version of herself and leave the past behind her. And in doing these things, she will finally be able to go back to her figurative home, her cabin, that she was exiled from. -> "I think I've seen this film before so I'm leaving out the side door," "And I was catching my breath, floors of a cabin creaking under my step...I had a feeling so peculiar this pain wouldn't be for evermore." "The flame🕯️ finally🕯️flickers🌬️OUT" -> The match that started the "goddamn blaze in the dark" is no longer needed now that the lover house (her closet) has burned down, so the flame flickers out. This metaphor shows up in Peter as well, "But the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light," where the light dying represents the woman losing hope that a coming out will happen. Notice in this message from present anon that "Goodbye" has a capital letter G which I believe links it to "Gold" in the volcano message that was mentioned earlier. This may indicate that Karlie is the woman/neighbor holding the light and waiting for Taylor's return home. The Dec 26th 🌋 message is likely from Karlie's pov in this case.
Fresh Out the Slammer: "Now pretty baby I'm runnin back home to you, Fresh out the slammer I know who my first call will be to...But it's gonna be alright I did my time...Get the matches, toss the ashes off the ledge, [the burning of the lover house] As I said in my letters [the anon messages this corner of the internet has been receiving? Could also just represent her songs] now that I know better I will never lose my baby again...Swirled you into all of my poems ['My mind turns your life into folklore (literally and figuratively)']...To the house where you still wait up and that porch light [jack-o-lantern] gleams" [see this post abt the porch]
The Alchemy (This is from Karlie's pov): "What if I told you I'm back?...I haven't come around in so long, but I'm coming back so strong, ['But I come back stronger than a 90's trend'] Cause the sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me"
imgonnagetyouback: "Push the reset button we're becoming something new...Even if it's handcuffed I'm leaving here with you, Bygones will be bygone eras fading into gray, We broke all the pieces but still want to play the game...I'm gonna get you back"
#so i put this in a word doc and it's abt 10 pgs long and that's not including all the posts i linked#so thank you if you actually read this far!!#here's a cookie 🍪#this literally took me 5 days to type out#there's more stuff i could've included but this is already a very very long post so i might turn this into a series or sth and#break down each message and song in more detail#i left out the 4th 6th 12th and 13th messages since those were more like side notes but i plan to revisit those#also i would really appreciate it if non kaylors would stop calling us crazy and delusional bc...clearly we're not#there's a ridiculous amount of evidence that supports this theory (as this post proves) and it's also the only interpretation of her music#that actually makes the puzzle pieces fit PERFECTLY together and makes every single line of every song make sense#meet me at midnight#closeting#bearding#ttpd#pumpkin#summary#kaylor#gaylor#gaylor swift#volcano anon#ginger anon#the manuscript#the story of us#mastersheist#daylight#sunshine#endgame
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love letters; with love from... — cl.16 (part 2/2)
pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader
word count: >1000
warnings: some brief mentions of angst but nothing to heavy, they're so in love your honor, bad screenshots??
tysm for all the love for part 1! i never expected it to do as well as it did. hopefully you all love part 2 just as much!
happy reading!
love mimi 🤍
love letters; dear (part 1)
taglist: @arieslost @d3kstar @minkyungseokie @evie-119 @sltwins @maplesyrupsainz @charlesgirl16 @jaydaaasworld @rhythmstars @ravisinghs-wife @itsjustkhaos
You exhaled shakily as your eyes scanned the caption you'd drafted in your notes app. You didn't even tear your eyes away from the screen as Charles slumped down onto the couch next to you.
"Everything okay mon amour?" You swallowed and nodded, offering your phone to him so he could read the caption. He was silent for a minute before he turned to look at you, tears in his eyes,
"I am so so proud of you." You smiled, feeling yourself getting emotional, sniffling a little as he pulled you into him. You led there with him just enjoying the quiet comfort he provided before he spoke once more,
"When are you going to post it?" You giggled and sat up, Charles following suit,
"Are you gonna just drop it on instagram with no warning again?" You winked at him before unlocking your phone and typing out the post. Once you'd proofread it you hit 'post', immediately locking your phone and turning your notifications off as they already started pouring in. Charles gaped at you for a moment before scrabbling to find his phone, not struggling to locate it as it buzzed and vibrated constantly with new notifications,
"You could have given me time to prepare!"
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y/nsworld here we are, a year later and another surprise for you beautiful people! 'all the things I love to tell you' is out now on streaming platforms everywhere! oh wow, how exciting it is to finally be able to tell you guys about this 🥹 this album is the second half to my healing journey and it's full of love and light and hope for the future.
a huge thank you to my company and management for giving me the freedom to release my music in the way I felt I needed to.
thank you to my friends for listening to these songs in the car at 3am and crying with me when we realise just how far we've come, for putting up with me stealing their napkins at dinner to write lyrics and for once again holding my hand until I felt ready to take a step on my own. as always, thank you to my incredible fans who inspire me to keep writing and whom without NONE of this would be possible.
and finally to my love, charles, thank you for being my muse, my biggest encourager, my musical partner and my rock through the past year. this album is about you, for you and was made with you. thank you for letting me call you the love of my life every day. you're all I need until forever falls apart
can't wait to see you all on tour soon!
love y/n 🤍
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y.nmusic I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN WAIT WHAT?
⤷ ynloverrr ISTG SHE CAN'T KEEP DROPPING ALBUMS ON US LIKE THIS
y/nupdates I'm gonna need someone to dissect everything about this post in a twitter thread 😭
taylorswift I'm so proud of you for this album 💜 can't wait to come and watch you on tour!
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sabrinacarpenter I will let you steal my napkins anytime if it means I get songs like pancakes for dinner 😭🫶🏼
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francisca.cgomes I need to breakup with pierre just to experience falling in love with him again with this album
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⤷ y/nsworld babe i love you sm 😭
⤷ francisca.cgomes baby? i love you more
⤷ pierregasly you're literally MY girlfriend?
⤷ y/nsworld but she's MY wife
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yncharles oh to be a fly on the wall when lando, lily and alex heard these songs for the first time 😭🥹
⤷ y/nsworld coming to tikotok and insta reels soon my love 🫶🏼
⤷ yncharles OMG OMG SHE REPLIED SKSKDKDFKJ
⤷ alex_albon pls don't use the clip of me sobbing over 'that part'
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⤷ y/nsworld too late bestie 😄
⤷ lilymhe I am still not over and will never get over "you might not like her"
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⤷ y/nsworld I will never be over the hug you gave me when I finished playing it to you for the first time
charles_leclerc mon amour, it was an honor to be involved in your music journey and I am so thankful for every day I get to share with you. darling I'd wait for you til forever falls apart 🤍
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⤷ chachacharles THEY'RE MY ROMAN EMPIRE 😭
⤷ charlesfann pls tell me someone else noticed charles credited as songwriter on 'til forever falls apart' 😭
ynmylove LETS 👏 TALK 👏 ABOUT 👏 HOW CHARLES AND Y/N USED SONG TITLES IN THEIR COMMENTS TO EACH OTHER 😭
⤷ charlesandcarlos try not to cry challenge FAILED
on twt:
y/n's q+a on ig:
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charles_leclerc my incredibly talented girlfriend's album is out now! I am beyond proud to be able to say that she trusted me to help her not only record some of the songs but write them too. I didn't know I was much of a songwriter but looking into your eyes suddenly turned me into a poet ma belle.
everyday you inspire me with your creativity, your passion, your energy and your love for those around you. I could write you a million love songs and there would still be things left to say. you're all I need now until forever falls apart.
j'taime mon amour ❤️
(if you haven't heard the album yet make sure you go and listen now!)
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y/nsworld I love you more than any love song could ever express. my muse, my love, my life 🤍
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⤷ ynloverrr OH MY GOD?! I'M SO VIOLENTLY UNWELL OH GOD
⤷ ferrar1 'looking into your eyes suddenly turned me into a poet'
y/nandcharles THEY ARE MY ROMAN EMPIRE
sabrinacarpenter This album is literally on repeat! I cried the first time I heard 'you might not like her' and every time since
charlesforwdc can we all please just appreciate the STUNNING piano in 'so this is love'
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⤷ y/nsworld we were literally just messing about in the studio and decided we liked it enough for the album!
⤷ y/nvocals the fact they were both "messing about" and sound THIS GOOD IS INSANE
maxverstappen1 congrats mate! you nailed this project!
landonorris from sliding into the dm's to collaborating on an album is CRAZY
⤷ y/nsworld LANDO 😭😭
⤷ f1fannn exCUSE ME? sliding what?!
⤷ charleswifey charles sliding in her dm's is crazy but understandable 😭
⤷ charles_leclerc try the other way around... 👨🦯
⤷ y/nsworld BABY! 😭
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I'd love to know more about layering glazes!! I've taken ceramic classes in school and as you can imagine we were limited to single glazes to stop kids from mixing things together with too-early second coats.
Ooohhh get ready for another ramble because I am SO into glaze layering (tho also very early on in the journey...now that I have a kiln, I'll have way more capacity for tossing in some test tiles alongside the proper work, so hopefully I'm only getting nerdier in this aspect of the craft!).
A couple of beasts featuring cool surface effects via layering glazes!
The main thing that got me properly into glaze layering was the fact that both Mayco & Amaco provide online resources for layering their glazes, which provided me with a foundation to start from when deciding what glazes to layer.
Mayco's glaze layering resource
Amaco's Glaze layering resource
With few exceptions, all of my layered glazes have been based on suggestions from those sites. Of course, most look slightly different from the reference photos provided due to firing temp/clay type, but it's amazing to have something to work from!
The other crucial thing that comes along with glaze layering (& just glazing in general!) is keeping a record of your choices. I've got a two-pronged system going now where I write everything down in a notebook while working, then take proper photos when the pieces are done & put it in an app on my phone called ClayLab.
This allows me to more easily organize my glaze results & reference them in a more streamlined way than my initial system of 'read tragically messy notes in notebook while scrolling through my overloaded & disorganized phone photo album'. Sometimes apps DO make things easier!
Here are some photos of my not-at-all-unhinged notebook scrawlings & a screenshot of the ClayLab app:
The app lets you apply all kinds of info to each entry & then filter by all those categories (eg. type of vessel/creature, glaze name, clay type, etc). I really do recommend it if you want a non-stressful way of keeping track of your glazing choices!
So yeah!! I hope this was a little bit helpful? I'll be talking a bit more about my personal favourite glazes/layered glazes in a future ask, which I'll post soon!
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Faster • Karlsson
Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x Fem!Reader
Words: 2.1k
Warnings: Smut (18+, fingering, female!receiving), choking, derogatory term used (slut).
Prompt: you know what they say, guitarists finger faster.
PART TWO HERE
Author note: I swear these got even dirtier as they went on… AWOOGA lol. But here is the last one under this prompt!! I hope you enjoyed this “mini-series” as much as I did.
THIS IS A FANFIC USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT THIS PERSON WOULD DO THIS IRL OR ACT LIKE THIS! ITS FICTION!
Tags: @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @th4t-em0-k1d @lans-angels @dsireland86 @whenthesummerdies @spicywhenspeaking
Well, you know what they say, guitarists finger faster.
You swallowed harshly as you watched Jolly’s fingers grazing across the guitar strings, your mind travelling to various unholy thoughts.
The two of you were sat in the studio, producing some solo work Jolly wanted to try doing on the side. It surprised you when Jolly asked you to join him since the two of you only become friends a few months prior due to Noah, whom you had met at a Bad Omen’s after-party and talked about producing music yourself.
You and Noah had hit it off immediately, sharing interests in curating different styles of sounds and imploring each other’s creativity. You two were so invested in the conversation you hadn’t noticed the man looming behind him who was watching you with curious eyes, until Noah turned, almost bumping into him.
“Oh! Jolly!” Noah had said, his smile wide, “This is Y/N, she’s also a producer!”
You held out your hand instinctively, not even seeing the man properly until Noah stepped away, revealing the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.
You were ready to melt at his mysterious smile alone as he shook your hand, tattooed fingers slipping around yours enigmatically. It was your breaking point when he spoke, the deep Swede accent that left his lips had you completely captivated, ready to surrender everything to the stranger.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Joakim, but everyone calls me Jolly.” His chestnut hair was half up in a bun and half down, the scruff of facial hair carved through his features just right. Your eyes had trailed to his piercings, the cross dangling from his lobe invigorating, and the piercing of his nose sending your stomach into spirals. Any man with a pierced nose knows how to fuck.
You were hooked the moment you met him, but you remained ignorant of his feelings being reciprocated. You told yourself he could be with anyone, and that he couldn’t have any interest in you- but Jolly was fixated that very same day.
Jolly had gone home from the party with his mind dominated by your image. He was consumed by thoughts of what could be; the smile you gave him when you two parted after talking to each other for hours during the event leaving him swooning.
For months the two of you stole glances at one another, both of you smiling in greeting when you got together with the band to work on their new album. Behind each grin was a plea for one another to make a first move; the fantasy of completely devouring each other.
Jolly wanted you more than anyone he’s ever crossed paths with. He loved the way your s/c skin radiated through the sun, your perfect h/c hair accompanying your e/c eyes. He wanted all of you. Needed all of you.
The more time you spent with the boys, the more the tension would build. You would let your fingers graze across his skin when you passed each other equipment, and would purposefully wear certain clothes you knew drove him wild. You���d walk past with a sauter in your step, bending over in front of him to pick up cables or reverb pedals after a recording session.
Jolly would watch with hungry eyes as he licked his lips, readjusting himself through the pocket of his pants as his mind undressed you. He imagined bending you over the studio couch, holding back your arms as leverage to fuck you deeper and faster; touching himself over a dozen times to the thought of how good you’d feel, wrapped around himself- desperate to send you onto your knees, praying his name.
You sat across from him in the studio, sitting cross-legged on top of the leather rolly chair placed by the computer screen. You listened to Jolly’s strumming through the headphones plugged into the amp, bobbing your head to the music. Flickering your eyes to Jolly, his own were closed as he bit the inside of his cheek, focusing on the riff.
Your eyes wandered back and continued to watch as his hands danced through the harmony he created, his fingers picking through the strings with ease; your stomach spiralling with thoughts of what his fingers could do to your own body. You wanted to think about anything else, but your heart began to race, face flushing.
Jolly watched you admire his hands working along the neck of the guitar, and you didn’t know that he caught on to the effect his playing had over you. He strummed a few more cords before sighing, taking off his headphones and placing the guitar on the stand next to him.
“I don’t know if I liked the sound of that,” Jolly said, standing up. Your heart hammered as he got closer to you, staring up through your lashes towards the man towering over you as you sat below him.
“Can you play it back for me?” He asked, and you nodded quickly, swallowing away your lustful desires as he spun your chair around. You clicked your way through the computer, looking for the riff. You unplugged your headphones so you two could hear it aloud, and Jolly frowned once he listened to it back.
“No no,” he hummed, before leaning down over the back of the chair, face inches away as he placed his hand over yours on top of the mouse, “Here.”
You let out a shaky breath at the proximity, as he guided your hand to click the part he wanted to listen to.
“What?” Jolly whispered, turning to look at you now. You felt his warm breath cascade over your ear, “Are you nervous?”
Your face warmed as you turned to look at him, “no, why would I be nervous?”
He smiled, his lip finding its way between his teeth as he looked towards the computer, exiting the program.
“I’m tired of playing this game,” He said, standing back up and turning the chair around so you were facing his body, head barely above his waste line.
“Wh-what game?” You laughed nervously, but your stomach erupted into spirals of excitement.
Jolly’s hand gripped underneath your chin as he forced your gaze towards his own, holding you in place, “You want me-”
You almost choked on your saliva at his bold words, even if true.
“-And I want you.” He finished, eyes searching your face for any doubt. His grip tightened on your jaw for a moment as your chest rose heavily before he leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of the armrests of the chair. He hovered over you, waiting for an answer.
“Am I wrong?” His head cocked to the side, and your lips parted briefly, before shaking your head.
“No,” you bit the inside of your cheek, avoiding his eyes. Jolly’s heart raced when you agreed with his words, the realization that you felt the same way causing his breath to hitch.
“So kiss me,” He demanded, leaning closer towards you, noses almost touching. You looked at him now, eyes wide as your chest hammered with nerves.
“I said, kiss me,” He stated again, and you analyzed his expression, reading his stern yet titillating gaze.
You didn’t even nod before closing the gap between the two of you, Jolly sighing in complete relief as your lips met. Jolly kissed you firmly, immediately licking at your lip to open the kiss, devouring each other.
You almost began moaning into his lips as you vibrated with excitement, your ears warming through the heat of the moment.
Jolly himself had to restrain himself from taking you right then and there on the chair, ready to mercilessly pound into you with no constraint. Instead, he wrapped his fingers around your neck, pulling you to stand up beneath him, gripping your body as though he owned you.
You barely held yourself up against Jolly’s grasp, letting your own hands roam beneath his t-shirt and trail along the covered skin. His free hand ran down your back, memorizing your hips through a repetitive pattern as he reached beneath the short black skirt you wore.
Jolly’s hunger for you was lascivious, the grip on your neck proving so; but it wasn’t until he dipped beneath your collarbone, placing his tongue at your nape before licking his way up to underneath your jaw. His mouth moved against yours ruthlessly, afraid to miss any inch of your being, sucking along the spot behind your ear. A breathy laugh escaped your lips in disbelief at his yearning caress against your skin.
Your hands trailed to the waistband of Jolly’s jeans, tugging at the fabric, dipping your fingers dangerously close, before running them along the hem of his underwear, teasing him. Jolly was already hardening as your lips melted against his own, but he was no longer able to stop himself as he pulled you by the neck towards the studio sofa; famished and lewd.
The pent-up tension of the last few months eased as the two of you watched each other while he pushed you into the leather, replacing the anxiety with heated desperation.
“You have no idea how many times I have touched myself to thoughts of you,” Jolly shared a suave smile, and you grinned back, satisfied at his words.
“I’ve wanted you since the day we met,” You said as Jolly sat beside you, hands roaming over your body again. You slouched your body into the cushions, resting your heels on the edge. Jolly kissed you again, his hands wandering between your legs as he rubbed them up along your skin, clawing and squeezing before spreading your thighs apart. He lifted the fabric of your skirt, exposing your underwear. You thanked fucking god that you chose a slutty pair of lace ones this morning.
Jolly’s lips trailed down your neck as his fingers began to dance along your covered core, and you winced once they grazed over your desperation. You stared at him, pleading with him to do something, anything.
Jolly pulled your underwear to the side and he spread your arousal along your folds with the pads of his inked fingers. Your breath picked up pace as you watched how they grazed over you delicately. Jolly eventually began circling over where you craved him most, and you moaned into his lips with furrowed brows. You tried not to buck your hips for more friction.
“Please, fuck me with your fingers,” you pulled away from him, begging.
Jolly chuckled, “So that’s why you always watch the way I play guitar.”
He watched you intensely with parted lips as he teased you a moment more, before sinking his fingers through you. Jolly ravished in the moment you looked back at him through hooded eyes, succumbing to his touch.
“Fuck,” you cursed, refusing to break eye contact with Jolly as his fingers pumped in and out, curling upwards as he beckoned for you to moan.
“Say my name,” Jolly said, pushing into you with force, the speed of his fingers flicking against your spot leaving you blinded with incitement, “Who’s fucking you with their fingers? You’re going to come on them like the good little slut you are.”
“You,” You cried, holding your thighs into your chest as you exposed yourself fully, surrendering, “Jolly.”
The shit-eating grin plastered on his face said it all, pleased at your submission. Jolly’s other hand reached to stimulate the top of you for a moment, pushing your body over the edge.
You screamed as he remained fixated on your pleasure, pumping his fingers with immense speed through your orgasm until you pushed him away, catching your breath.
Jolly smiled proudly through hooded eyes, sliding his fingers along you one last time before bringing his fingers up to your lips.
“Suck,” He demanded, and you obliged, opening your mouth as he pushed his fingers towards the back of your throat. You moaned, tasting yourself against his fingers, sucking along his digits.
A guttural groan emanated from Jolly as he envisioned your lips wrapped around him, taking all he offered, saliva dripping from your tongue. He wanted nothing more than to fuck you aimlessly into his mattress, leaving you a withering mess.
“Let’s go back to my place,” Jolly said, kissing you desperately again before standing up, adjusting himself in his pants and grabbing his keys.
You stared at him, wanting to please him, “But- it’s your turn?”
Jolly gave you a low laugh, throwing his jacket over his shoulders as he pulled you up off the couch, smacking your ass to push you forward.
“Where else do you think I’m going to fuck into you senselessly?”
Part Two ;)
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Rolling Stone - Fall
Bailey Kay, One of One
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Shoutout to @soulsimmin for the other musical artists noted on the cover and general Team BK shenanigans. Somebody cut the check.
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10.59pm The initials BK pop on the screen indicating Bailey Kay has joined the Soom call. The camera flashes on and my heart skips a beat. I hear her soft but firm voice say “Kiss” and another face appears in the view. Bailey’s husband Quinton leans in for a kiss as requested. The two quickly exchange “Love you’s” and adoring looks and then he’s gone as fast as he appeared. Bailey Kay turns to me and I now have her undivided attention. She flashes that gorgeous smile and my heart skips a beat again.
“Sorry. Hi! Thank you for agreeing to meet with me this late. I hope you’re a night owl too.” Absolutely not. I’m normally in bed by 10pm, but who says no to the Queen B when she agrees at the last possible second to her first interview in ages. I awkwardly reply “I am tonight!” and she laughs, exclaiming “I like you!” Phew! Any remaining tension and nerves are gone. Let’s get into this.
Channeling my glitteriest of kitties I jump right in and ask “Where are the visuals? We the butterflies are begging for the music videos and performances.” Honestly I expected a glare or an eye roll in return, but I get a sly smirk instead. “You are the visual”
I instinctively look at the small image of myself on the screen thinking I did too much with my look for this call. Bailey must have sensed my confusion and continues: “Butterfly is about celebrating life, love, and freedom, overcoming struggles and transforming into your best, highest self. I didn’t want to dictate how anyone experienced those things with the typical visuals. But I did want to get the party started so I gave you the first step- the music.”
“So you dropped the album and bounced to let us party and figure it out for ourselves?”
“You are funny! But yes, kinda. And look what happened! You all started your own challenge and created the visuals, and all I had to do was sit back and watch. Also I really didn’t leave y’all empty handed. I thought we killed it with the pics in the Butterfly Box. But I can’t forget the hive is the hardest to please and I love that. Keeps me on my toes.”
“Ok, I see the vision, but why literally leave the country and go on vacation during an album rollout? That’s unheard of!”
“Ok two reasons. The first is that was what I needed to do. That was my way of celebrating. I told my baby girl that putting out an album was like graduating. I fought hard to overcome my own issues and dark places and now that the project was out to the world, I needed to release and just be with my family, my babies.”
“And the second?”
“Because I can. I’m THAT girl! Deadass!” Again with a smile and a laugh. BK might be the nicest bad bitch I’ve ever met.
“What do you say to the critics who say the album is going to fail? There are rules to the game if you want to succeed.”
“I say check the streaming numbers and sales.” That eye twinkle and smile return one more time. “Rules are meant to be broken. Sometimes. Note to self: Redact that line before my terrors read this. But seriously if we did the same thing, the same way, every time, art, music, life would all be extremely boring. Tackling the unheard of and never been done before is my shit. I live for that. As far as succeeding… I’ve been lucky enough to have more success in my entertainment career than I ever dreamed of. Whatever I do from here on is the extra sauce and will not be measured by industry standards.”
“Speaking of the future, what more can we expect for Butterfly? Please say tour.”
“Ha! Ummm performances are coming. It’s time for me to party with the butterflies.”
“Ok, will they be on multiple stages in cities near all of us?”
“I can't with you! But I can say I’ll perform songs from Butterfly and the rest of the catalogue, on stage, soon. Stay ready.”
And ready we will stay. Ready for the Queen BK. One of One. Number One. The Only One.
#extra extra quota filled for the week LOL#cover girl is back#need to update the magazine cc#bklegacy#bklgen2#bailey kay
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OT13 Seventeen’s Reaction to you being a Swiftie during “The Tortured Poets Department” release date.
A/N: It’s been an emotional 24ish hours because Taylor Swift gave us 31 fucking new songs and they all hurt so good. Expect some angsty things from me based off some of these songs soon LOL. Side note, this wont be perfect because it’s 1:30 am and I’m feeling feelings. I hope y’all enjoy regardless.
Warning: minor angst, major fluff, mentions some alcohol stuff, The Tortured Poets Department is an emotional roller coaster and has some heavy topics. Listen at own risk but also hear the tea LMAO
P.S dedicating this to @lavnderwonu bc yup. #wow
✫ S Coups
Seungcheol walked through the door at 2 am and saw you sitting at the kitchen table with a worn out look on your face. He noticed in front of you, ice cream that had been half melted waiting for you to take another bite. He knew that you were waiting up for Taylor Swifts new album and from what he had heard from you, this potentially would be the saddest album to date. Yes, even more sad than Red. He stood there for a while unsure what to say which made you look up at him.
“Babe… she released a double album. We’ve been clowning a double since 1989 era back in 2014 and she finally did it.”
He raised an eyebrow at this and sat next to you, “well thats good right? Your clowning was finally successful?”
You scoffed before rubbing your mouth and looking him in the eyes, “I mean yeah, but like. It’s so fucking sad. I can’t believe he did this to her.”
Seungcheol just softly smiled while taking the spoon from your hand so he could scoop himself some ice cream as well. He didn’t know much about Taylor lore but he did think she was a talented artist. “Well I got a few hours, show me the album.”
✫ Jeonghan
Jeonghan found your love for Taylor to be precious. So when he found out in February she was releasing a new album he asked if there was anything he could do to help prepare you for the album release.
That’s when you decided to do a Swiftie 101 with Jeonghan and told him all the lore behind whats been going on since the Reputation Era to now. At first he was skeptical at having to need to know that much background information but he learned to love watching you talk about something you cared about so passionately.
When it was time for the album to be released, he was ready. He wrote down questions he had while you both listened to the album because he didn’t want to interrupt your experience of listening to the song for the first time. He held your hand when “So Long London” came on and coo’d when you cried during “loml” while wiping a tear from your eye. He made a mental note to thank Taylor Swift if he ever met her for being able to give his partner and him a bonding experience.
✫Joshua
Hell, Joshua was with you on the couch and clowning with you while watching the Grammys. You were positive Reputation (Taylor’s Version) was going to be announced at the Grammys and tbh Joshua believed your assumptions were right as always.
When Taylor announced her new album instead of Reputation TV, both of your mouths dropped. It was a new era. You both then decided to start planning on spending time with each other that night. He knew he was pushing it just a bit because Seventeens album was coming out the next week but he also knew he wanted to be there for you in case it was emotional. Which, was pretty much a given it was going to be because it was called “The Tortured Poets Department.”
When the day finally came, you both made friendship bracelets and ate some snacks while enjoying the mastery of her pen. You both found the album to be extremely well done.
✫Jun
Jun was not sure what to expect when you had become a bit distant the last few weeks. You were talking to him less and less and it honestly was causing him some concerns. Did he do something wrong? Were you dying? Were you okay?
He decided to do what anyone would do and come over unannounced with flowers and your favorite Take Out. He was not expecting to see you sobbing on the couch with smeared eyeliner and mascara as you were reading the lyrics to a new song off of Taylor’s new album called “The Prophecy.”
You didn’t notice Jun standing there awkward as your heart broke into a million pieces as you thought about how you were before you met Jun. You were so blessed to have him in your life but you just felt sick that Blondie was feeling that way. Once the song ended you finally saw Jun and started crying harder and that’s when it hit him.
Album release day.
Similar thing had happened after Midnights dropped and you heard “You’re On Your Own Kid.” He then brought over your food and listened while you babbled to him about “The Prophecy” and why it was the saddest song you had ever heard.
✫Hoshi
“Hey Soonyoung I have a question for you,” you asked him while spinning Ramen around in your bowl. This made your boyfriend look up worried. One because you called him his real name and not “baby” and two, he never could tell what type of question you would ask.
He cleared his throat while giving you a concerned look which made you giggle. That giggle made his fears increase but he decided to humor you. Maybe you were finally going to ask him something simple like: “would you still love me if I was a worm?”
However, he just wasn’t that lucky.
“So Taylor Swift’s album “The Tortured Poets Department” is coming out soon and I was wondering if you could break up with me before it so I can feel it.”
Soonyoung was absolutely flabbergasted and shook his head no quickly. This made you while and pathetically try to beg but Soonyoung stood his ground and crossed his arms.
“Baby, you’re going to have to use imagination for that because I can’t ever break up with you. Just thinking of doing that hurts me.”
“I know baby, but hear me out, this album is rumored to be about her breakup of 6 years. I wanna cry with her.” Soonyoung shook his head no again with his lips pursed. He knew you loved Taylor but he loved you so much more. He’d do anything for you but not that. Even if it was temporary or fake.
✫ Wonwoo
Similarly to Jeonghan, Wonwoo got the Swiftie 101 class except yours happened while y’all were snuggling before bed randomly one evening.
Therefore, he knew the drill and knew how to be a supportive Swiftie boyfriend. Did he have your favorite wine? Check. Did he have tissues? Check. Did he have a shoulder to cry on if you needed it? You’re in luck, he has two!
He poured you both a glass of wine as you pressed play on Fortnight (which he was looking forward to because Post Malone is the man.) After a few songs you had already downed your wine and he quickly refilled it making you blush and thank him quietly. You both then listened to the remainder of the album and he’d give the famous wonu smile whenever you were guessing who the songs were about. Heck, after a while, even he joined in on the guessing game.
✫Woozi
Unknown to you, Jihoon had pre-saved TTPD and listened to it in his studio within a minute of it coming out. While he didn’t know about the lore or any behind the scenes things about Taylor Swift he focused on the lyrics and production of the songs and was impressed. He made little notes to talk to you about them when he got home.
Once he got home at about 3:30 am, he noticed you were sitting with your legs against your chest still listening to the album. He smiled at you and sat beside you. You leaned against him sighing as he wrapped his arms around you to cuddle. He knew you felt sad because of the album and honestly it was sad so he didn’t blame you one bit.
“So she released an additional 15 songs,” you said after awhile which made Jihoon raise an eyebrow. He only listened to the first 16 songs and suddenly he didn’t feel as prepared.
“15???”
“15!”
“Damn… well iI got notes on the first 16 songs if you wanna talk about those.”
This made you sit up with a smile which made Jihoon smile as well before leaning in to kiss you. “Deal.”
✫ DK
Like Jun, Seokmin had witnessed Midnights album release with you along with the Taylor’s Versions of both Speak Now and 1989. He thought he was mentally prepared for this Album but he was so wrong.
Y’all had just finished “My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys” and when “Down Bad” started he officially felt his heart break.
It was as if Seokmin and your tear ducts were synced as tears fell down both of your faces. At that moment, Seokmin made an oath to you he would never put you in a situation that Taylor unfortunately had to endure.
Once you finally got through all 16 songs and both were ready to fall asleep, Taylor announced and additional 15. Seokmin just looked at the announcement in disbelief before sitting up and saying “okay baby, lets cry some more.”
✫ Mingyu
To be honest, Mingyu loved doing the scavenger hunts that Taylor and Taylor Nation had the swifties do. He found it so interesting the little clues and everything they had that he was a bit jealous they didn’t have something like that with Seventeen. It was a brilliant idea and a great way to bring some excitement to the table for a new album.
Watching you bite your lip as you looked through older songs of hers on Apple Music to find the clues was so attractive to him and he’d look into your eyes as you shared theories on what Tortured Poets would be about.
He just found you so precious and loved these little moments together with you and was happy to be there.
✫ Minghao
Minghao promised to listen to the new album with you but he couldn’t help but feel upset at what was being talked about.
It wasn’t that he didn’t think it was good. He was just so disappointed in whoever Taylor was singing about because of the infidelity, lying, and just treating her like garbage. His heart then hurt when you innocently told him the lyrics were relatable.
Minghao knew you had a rough relationship prior to yours and it made him sad that he wasn’t able to be there sooner so he could help you overcome the hurt. He tried his best to hide the rage and hurt he felt empathetically to you in hopes not to ruin the album for you. However, you knew. You knew how he felt and while you never would tell him, you fell more in love with him at that moment. How beautiful it was to finally have someone who you know could never hurt you like that again.
✫ Seungkwan
Similarly to Joshua and Wonwoo, Seungkwan stayed up to listen to the album with you. It was a tradition you both did for your favorite artists. You had done it a month prior with Beyonce’s “Cowboy Carter” and now it was time to stop yeehawing and time to cry.
Even though you were more of the Swiftie between you two, even he couldn’t help but feel emotional while listening to the album. When you both first listened to “I Can Do It With A Broken Heart” you both had to pause before going to the next song.
You paused because you felt horrible for Taylor meanwhile, he paused because he could relate to the lyrics so much. Seungkwan couldn’t help but think of his hiatus last year and how he felt after coming back. When he started to cry you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him and cry with him.
✫ Vernon
Hansol walked into your shared apartment and saw you lying on the floor disassociated and couldn’t help but find you adorable. He had given you a day to listen to the album per your request and from the looks of it, it fucked you up.
He decided to lay next to you in support while holding your hand which made you instantly squeeze his hand three times. “Guessing the album was good?”
“No, it was great. Just so sad.”
He hummed and pulled you closer to him and petted your hair. You took it as an invitation to tell him all about the album. You couldn’t see his face but he had a sad smile on his face. He felt bittersweet. Bitter because he knew you were hurting but sweet because he found it enduring that you trusted him this much to be vulnerable with him.
✫ Dino
You decided that you would listen to the album by yourself the first time around. Chan was respectful about it and waited patiently to hear the outcome.
After you listened to it all you made your way to Chan and curled up in a ball next to him. He instinctively wrapped an arm around you and pressed a kiss to your temple. “So what did you think?”
“There were two songs that made me think of you.”
This made him worried because from what you told him this album was rumored to be about the end of Taylor’s 6 year relationship and he thought that y’all were golden. Y’all hadn’t been fighting and everything was okay.
The look on his face made you laugh before pressing a kiss on his lips, “listen to them before you worry.”
You then put on The Alchemy and So High School for him and his heart felt like it exploded with happiness and relief. He kissed you before cheekily asking, “So… I’m your Travis Kelce?” You nodded with a smile, “and I’m your Taylor Swift.”
He laughed before giving you another kiss, “then I’ll make sure you constantly stay bejeweled.”
A/N: this was so corny but im kicking my feet. Check on your Swiftie friends. We are not okay 🥺
#wonuwrites#seventeen#svt x reader#seventeen reactions#svt fluff#jeonghan#wonwoo#hoshi#seungkwan#s coups#Joshua#jun#woozi#mingyu#dk#minghao#vernon#dino#s coups reaction#jeonghan reaction#joshua reaction#jun reaction#hoshi reaction#wonwoo reaction#woozi reaction#dk reaction#mingyu reaction#minghao reactions#taylor swift#the tortured poets department
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Make Her Happy
Author's Note: I took way too much melatonin last night and, as I laid there on my death bed this morning, I finally wrote it, Josh unable to make your date so he sends Jake instead, because I love silly little unrealistic situations. This is also unedited because I still can hardly see straight lol like it was A LOT of melatonin. I took it and 20 minutes later realized what I had done and said…fuck. Anyways, idk, enjoy
Content Warnings: fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), dirty talk, overstimulation, penetrative sex (18+ minors do not interact), swearing
Word Count: 6k
You'd spent over an hour preparing Josh's favorite pasta for date night, setting up plates meticulously with pretty napkins folded beside them, drinks already poured as the night grew later and you grew even more antsy for his arrival. You'd hardly had a moment to yourselves with the new album coming out. Josh had been busy and when he wasn't busy, he was exhausted. But he'd promised you a date night and you were going to make the most of it while you still had him under your fingers, frilly blue lingerie tucked away under your clothing and all.
You were giddy with excitement when you heard the doorbell, though Josh didn't usually use the bell. You didn't care though, and as you plated the last of the pasta on his end of the table, nice and hot and ready to be enjoyed, you skipped over to the door to greet your boyfriend.
And, given all of the work you had put into the evening, given all of the excitement you'd felt, even given the way you'd held off on touching yourself last night in favor of letting Josh be the one to get you off, it was entirely understandable that when you flung the door open, your reaction was what is was.
"Oh, you're not Josh."
Jake's face immediately fell from a wide grin to that of a displeased grimace.
"Good to see you, too," he said sarcastically as he pushed past you into your house to shirk off his coat and chelsea boots. "Josh got caught up with his voice coach," he explained as he moved.
You sighed, your disappointment easily showing through your demeanor. You weren't surprised, really. He'd been canceling a lot lately. You understood, of course. Well, you tried anyway. You tried to be the loving, supportive girlfriend no matter what.
Still, it sucked to miss another night with him.
"Guess I'll just put this in Tupperware then," you murmured as you moved to collect the dishes from the dining table.
But Jake stopped you with a quick grab of your wrist as he pried a plate from your hand and set it back down on the table.
"Well hey, now, I haven't eaten," he protested, his look turning into that of a wounded puppy the longer you gave him the glare you'd been sending him.
"It's for Josh," you explained, picking the plate back up again. "He's been talking about it all week, I'll just save it."
But Jake took the plate from your hands once again.
"Well he sent me to…fill in. So by that rule, you have to share."
"What do you mean 'fill in'?" you asked cautiously, your hesitation growing as that look in his eyes did, a look that somehow suggested he was up to something. The twins were up to something. That was never good.
"He knows he's been very hit or miss lately," he shrugged. "He didn't want to stand you up again. 'Make her happy,' he said."
You scoffed at him despite the way he almost looked like he genuinely wanted to eat dinner with you.
"That's ridiculous, I am happy."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, thank you," you said a bit more sternly before adding, for good measure, "I don't need a filler."
You'd eat alone, like you did every other night he'd had to cancel. You'd put on the TV and knit or read a book alone, too. And then you'd go to bed alone and let your vibrator do the work you really wanted Josh to do. It was fine. You understood.
"So you're going to let all of this work go to waste yet again? How many times has he done this this month?"
You didn't answer, mostly because Jake didn't need to hear it, didn't need the satisfaction that no, you really didn't want to spend another night alone. But God, you didn't. You wanted someone to eat with you, someone to curl up on the couch with you, someone to touch you. No, not someone. You wanted Josh.
You sighed as you dropped your gaze to your feet. "I know he's busy. It'll be better once the album is out."
"Such an understanding girlfriend," he answered in a mocking tone, earning an eye roll from you.
"Okay well if he really sent you, why didn't he text me first to at least ask?"
For all you knew, Josh had let Jake know he'd be late and Jake had decided to swoop in and save the day. Not that you really thought he'd do that but still.
"Have you checked your phone?"
"Of course I've-" you started before realizing your phone had been charging in another room while dinner had been cooked. You hadn't in fact checked it in a while though you weren't entirely sure it had made any noise either in that time.
Holding up a finger to Jake silently, you retreated from the room to find your phone, sitting there on its charger with 100% battery and a single text from Josh that you had clearly missed.
"Can't make it tonight. I'm sorry, love. Let Jake keep you company tonight. And then I'll make it up to you. I promise."
Surely that didn't mean…
No, why would it? It was ridiculous to think Josh meant anything other than let Jake have dinner with you. Were you really that desperate that you hoped there was another meaning?
You met Jake in the other room where he still stood, only now with a wide, smug grin plastered across his face as you gave him a conceding look without ever admitting you had in fact gotten a text from Josh.
"Fine. But dinner only," you relented. "Then you can go home and I can go to bed."
With my vibrator, you finished the sentence silently.
You were pent up, to say the least. But you could fake a date with Jake for an hour or two. Surely you could.
"Dinner only," he agreed with a smile that suggested it would not just be dinner only.
Okay, maybe you couldn't.
—
Admittedly, you'd hoped that by the time dinner was finished, he would excuse himself for the night. But he didn't, and after helping you stack dishes into the sink to be washed some other time, he took your hands in his and pulled you into him with a hum, a makeshift song for you to dance to in the kitchen. And any other night, you might have twirled with your boyfriend's brother in your kitchen, might have even giggled when he accidentally stepped on your toes, but you were aching for a moment alone to relieve yourself of the tension that had been building in your body when you had thought you'd be spending the night with Josh. And his hands.
"Jake, I don't want to dance," you groaned as you resisted his attempts like a spoiled child not getting what she wanted.
"Oh come on, this cannot be all you do on date night with him," Jake pushed back, refusing to let your wrists drop from his hands.
"It's not, I just-" you started but he cut you off with a shake of his head.
"Okay well, if it's not then you have to do with me whatever you'd do with him. I'm the substitute tonight. His orders were don't let the date fall through."
You ignored the feeling that sprang up deep inside your stomach at the implication that Jake would do whatever it is you usually did with Josh.
"Since when do you listen to him anyway?" you groaned again, still tugging helplessly at your wrists.
Was Jake strong? Oh god, stop thinking.
"Since I was sent to make his girlfriend's night not shit," he corrected you in a stern voice that almost sounded frustrated but more than anything, sounded adamant.
And you couldn't help but sigh and stop the struggle you were putting up as your shoulders fell.
So you weren't getting a moment alone. Not for a while, at least. That's okay. You'd waited a few days to get off with Josh already, what was a few more hours?
God. Hours.
"Okay, okay, fine," you relented, not doing much to hide your disappointment although Jake seemed satisfied as he gave you a soft, "Good," and let your hands fall.
"Now what do you usually do after dinner?"
Well, that was a bit tricky.
We usually do what I've been wanting to do all night.
You couldn't say that though.
"Well, usually we…" you started, trailing off and hoping he'd find the rest of the sentence in the silence. But clearly, he didn't. Or maybe he just wanted to hear you say it out loud. That was probably it, the smug bastard.
"I'm listening," he said as he cocked an eyebrow.
"Usually we…ya know…" you started and trailed off yet again, lifting your shoulders to mimic the way your eyebrows moved in insinuation.
He made a face back, covering the amused look he had in his eyes. "God, on a full stomach?"
"I don't need your judgment," you snapped back, your mood declining the longer you were denied an orgasm.
"Alright, alright," he backtracked, "and then what after?"
You shrugged. "And then sometimes we watch a movie, sometimes we just talk, sometimes we play a game. Just depends on…stuff."
You knew what you meant by stuff and it seemed he knew what you meant by stuff too because he nodded and suddenly the stark amusement was back, flooding his stupid, beautiful face just like it did his twin, though on much rarer occasion.
"Okay well, I'm more of a sex before dinner type of guy but I guess we can switch the order. Movie first though, you don't eat pasta before running a marathon."
Surely he was kidding. Although, it didn't really seem like he was kidding. Still, the stunned silence on your face earned a laugh from him, utterly pleased with himself as it were, and he dragged you into the living room, choosing to ignore your silence to keep the night going as best he could.
Silence was probably better than the disgustingly horny thoughts that suddenly filled your mind at the thought of Jake filling his brother's role in that way. His hands holding your hips, his mouth against your skin, his cock-
No, silence was definitely better.
"What movie?" Jake's voice shook you from your string of filthy thoughts as he flipped through Netflix titles carelessly, remote in hand.
"Um, it was Josh's night to pick so I guess that means you get to pick," you answered meekly as you found the corner of the couch and snuggled up with the pillow, trying to be discrete as you squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to put yourself out of your misery, even just a little bit.
"Fair enough," he answered in a low voice, navigating to one of his favorite movies, a documentary about pirates that thankfully was only an hour long.
You could suffer for another hour.
But as the opening credits came rolling across the screen, he pulled a blanket from his corner of the couch and gestured you over to him with a wave of his hand.
"Come on, I won't bite."
You couldn't help but chuckle at his choice of words.
"I'm not entirely sure I believe that."
He gave you a laugh back as he lifted the blanket for your approaching body and let it settle over top of you, pulling you into his side easily with one arm.
"Well, I guess if date night usually includes biting," he mused, turning his eyes back to the screen.
"Sometimes it does," you shrugged against him as you got cozy.
Maybe it wouldn't be an hour of suffering. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad at all. Although, the heat from his skin left you almost dizzy as you curled up next to him.
Pirates. Just focus on the pirates.
"I am sorry he's not here," Jake's voice caught your attention again. "And I know he is too."
You already knew Josh was likely beside himself over the fact that he had missed yet another date. And you weren't angry. Sexually frustrated? Sure. But not angry.
"It's okay," you sighed. "Thank you for coming. I do appreciate it."
"Yeah, of course."
When the movie ended an hour later, Jake shut the TV off, leaving you both alone in silence and now, in the dark, leaving to think back to Josh's text about Jake keeping you company and then Jake's more forward comments about pasta and marathons.
"I'm gonna go clean up from dinner," you said as you cleared your throat and pried yourself away from Jake's body heat to stand and head toward the kitchen. But Jake stood after you.
"I can do that," he offered in a soft tone, adding after a much huskier, "Later."
You were almost afraid to ask.
"Later?"
He nodded with a thin smile on his lips and eyes that drooped a little more toward the bedroom-y end of the spectrum. Not that he didn't almost always have 'fuck me' eyes. That was a trait the three brothers shared.
"Yes, after you're asleep."
After I'm asleep. Are you planning on soothing me to sleep, Jake?
"Didn't realize you were planning on staying that long," was all you said back, trying desperately to shove the thought of your aching center from your mind and act like you were perfectly fine, nothing was wrong, you weren't hoping Josh was letting you do what Jake looked like he was planning on doing regardless.
"Well, I think we've missed one crucial part of the night," he gave you a shrug back. So nonchalant. But then his eyes turned a little bit darker and you saw every intention behind them. "And I don't plan to miss out on any part of date night."
You weren't sure if the scoff you meant to give him had happened out loud or in your head.
"You're not serious."
"I am very serious," he nodded. "Josh said-"
"There's no way he meant-"
"You want to read that text again?"
You were silent for a pause, knowing his text was inconspicuous and you were likely just looking for any green light to act on your more horny of feelings, before you gave him a shake of your head.
"Okay but surely that's not what he meant. I mean, I'm not going to have sex with you, Jake. I can't have sex with you."
You weren't entirely sure you were saying it for him though surely that didn't hurt.
"Why not?" was all he asked back.
You were incredulous at the question. "Why not? Why not? Do you hear yourself right now?"
"You wanna call him and ask?"
"No, I'm not going to call him and ask!"
Finally Jake rolled his eyes and pulled his phone from his pocket, clicking around a few moments before handing it to you, outstretched with a text exchange between him and his twin open on the screen.
"Here."
"Missing our date again. Can't make it out of the studio. I hate the idea of her there alone, eating the pasta I asked for by herself yet again."
"Want me to go eat it for you?"
"Will you? I just don't want to disappoint her again. I don't want her to be alone."
"Yeah, I'll fill in"
"I'm giving you permission to give her the whole date experience, just this once. Just please make her happy."
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"I've seen the way you look at her. I'm not an idiot. Just this once."
As you finished reading through the text messages, you couldn't deny the feeling of anticipation building again the way it had when you'd heard the knock on the door earlier in the night, thinking it was Josh.
You and Josh hadn't touched each other in a while, hadn't really found a moment between the busy schedule of being in a band and the exhaustion that seemed to follow him those days. And you really were desperate for the touch of another person, although it was hardly desperation that would lead you into Jake's arms.
You watched as he put his phone back in his pocket and stood with a waiting look, waiting for either a quiet yes or a very loud no, probably.
He could take care of you. Maybe not as well as Josh can but, guitar fingers, and all…
"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this," you sighed as you shook your head, really stunned that it was happening at all, feeling even more riled up now that you knew it wouldn't just be you and your vibrator yet again.
But Jake wasn't stunned though, rather, he was pleased, and you eyed him carefully as a wide smile spread across his lips.
"Is that a yes? Are you gonna let me make you happy?"
You took a deep breath, a very deep breath, before you finally nodded, moisture already pooling between your legs quite shamelessly.
"That's…that's a yes."
It seemed impossible that his smile could grow even wider, but grow it did at your consent.
"Well shit now I'm nervous," he mused as he stepped toward you and took your waist in his hands to pull you into him without so much as letting you warm up to the idea.
But you gave him an eye roll knowing he was full of shit and hoping it hid your own nerves.
"No you're not," you answered back in a voice much closer to a whisper despite your best efforts not to let the nerves show in your voice.
"No, I'm not," he repeated with a devilish grin, and suddenly your heart was practically leaping out of your chest. "This isn't going to be very Josh-like," he said again, lifting one hand to your neck to let his thumb push your jaw up and angle your face toward him.
"I wouldn't expect it to be," you said in a whisper back, your voice already failing you, it seemed.
"I just need you to do one thing for me."
"What's that?"
"Let yourself relax," he smiled, probably smug due to the way you were practically melting in his hands already. "It'll be easier for me to make you feel good if you do."
You felt a knot form in your throat at his words, 'make you feel good', and you gulped it down.
"I don't know if I can," you admitted, your eyes locked to his as your breathing came faster in the background.
"Just breathe. I'm just here to make you happy," he smiled again as he dipped his face low to press his lips to your collarbone, earning a sharp gasp and the opposite of his order to breathe as he did so.
The feeling was immediate, the need, the pure ache. You wanted him to touch you, you wanted more, you wanted his hands and his lips all over your body. You needed him to help you come.
"I'll go slow, I promise," he assured you as he pulled you by the waist harder into his body, his lips growing feverish as they kissed along your skin up the side of your neck and along your jaw. "Ease you into it," he mumbled.
God, I don't want to go slow. Please don't make me go slow.
Your body practically cried out for him, for his touch. It was entirely different than Josh's. He felt entirely different than Josh. But it was breathtaking nonetheless, made all the better by the feeling that it was something you weren't supposed to have, like a deep sin that made your mouth water.
"What if I don't want you to go slow?" you breathed out in between the movements of his lips scrambling every coherent thought in your brain and he pulled back with a smile on his lips and a chuckle on his tongue.
"Then I'll go as fast as you want me, baby."
With that, he delved his hands into your hair and brought your face to his, kissing you hard and practically short-circuiting your brain in the process.
Oh god, he was good at that.
Never breaking the kiss, his hands searched blindly along the path to your bedroom, saving you from bumping into a few things along the way, before his hands finally got busy stripping you of your clothes when you reached the destination.
You might have been embarrassed, too, being seen by your boyfriend's twin naked for the first time, if it hadn't been for the desperation you'd been feeling for days now drawing you to him and his touch without shame. And once your clothes were happily scattered along your bedroom floor, he connected your lips yet again and backed you up against the nearest wall where your head hit with a thud, the pain absolutely nothing compared to the electric pleasure it sent jolting through your body.
There, with you against the wall, he silently sank to his knees, lifting your leg gently up over his shoulder as he came eye-level with your heat.
Fuck, yes, put your mouth on me. A tongue is so much better than a toy.
You were afraid to look down at him, afraid you'd remember it was Jake there instead of Josh and suddenly freak out before you got what it was you wanted. So instead, you fixed your eyes to the wall opposite you and didn't dare stop him as he dove between your legs, flicking his tongue across your aching, throbbing clit.
"Oh fuck," you gasped, your hands immediately moving to grab at his hair.
It was harder to grab than Josh's but just as easy to pull.
Your hips sought friction along his face as he ate you with fervency, his tongue taking turns flicking your clit and rolling it on the tip of his tongue and delving into you to taste you better.
And Jake's tongue was good but Josh's tongue was better. But when it came to fingers though, it was the exact opposite, evident in the almost pornographic moan that slurred from your lips as Jake prodded a finger into you and began to pump while his lips wrapped around your clit to suck.
"Holy shit, that feels good, don't stop," you breathed out like it was A singular word as your leg still up around his shoulder clamped down tighter, drawing him closer to you and keeping him there.
He only hummed against you, lapping at your clit like he was starved as he continued to curl his finger to brush against your g-spot like he'd had no trouble finding it, soon adding another finger to the mix as he worked to relieve you of the tension that had wound so tightly over the course of, well, the last month really.
You shamelessly ground against his face, writhing against the wall, making sounds louder than you would have thought in his hands. You'd be embarrassed when he came up for air but for now, your focus was tunneling in on one thing and one thing only, the thing you'd been needing since before he'd set foot in your home: the orgasm about to tear through your body and release itself on his tongue.
The wet sound of his tongue lapping at your center was obscene but it only spurred forward your pleasure as the first waves of your orgasm began to roll through you and an ungodly noise escaped your lips like a cry.
God, it felt good to come undone at someone else's hands other than your own, especially Jake's very skilled ones.
He worked you through it diligently, lapping it up until you were so sensitive, your hands pushed his face away and you squirmed against the wall. But Jake didn't stop his movements, didn't even slow them.
"Oh god, Jake, please, too much," you pleaded with him as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you.
He seemed almost to press his lips harder against you, seemed to suck your clit harder as you writhe and struggled to see straight, struggled to stand straight.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," you whispered as your vision began to go blurry, and suddenly overstimulation threatened to turn into another orgasm, a little more dull but still breathtakingly pleasurable as it approached out of almost nowhere.
He kept going to push you through it despite your body trying to retreat from the feeling. And with your fingers unable to find any purchase against the smooth wall, you held onto his head for dear life to keep your legs from buckling.
And then the second one hit you, taking every bit of air from your lungs as it did. You were pretty sure you were hurting him, too, with the way you grabbed at his hair and pulled, but you didn't really care and he didn't seem to care because he worked you through it with his fingers, licking around the sensitive bundle of nerves instead of directly over it as his fingers curled and grazed that spot with a slower rhythm until he stopped altogether and stood to his feet, catching you against him before your legs had the opportunity to give out.
"Those fucking noises," he whispered into you hair as he gave you a minute to breathe and regain your strength.
Only a minute though.
With his hands in your hair again, he pulled your head back to look at him, taking in the way your face flushed and the drained look you were already wearing with a pleased smile.
"I need you to stand for me, okay? Just a little longer," he asked in a soft voice that could have killed you, really. Like he was pleading with you to be good for him just a little longer.
And God, did you want to be good for him just a little bit longer.
With a nod of agreement, he walked you back toward the bed.
"Good, turn around and put your hands on the bed."
You did as you were told even though your legs were absolutely shaking and you weren't entirely sure how long you'd be able to maintain the position.
But then you felt the heat of his skin behind you, the rock hard feeling of his erection pressed against the back of your leg, and you no longer cared about the burn. It didn't even register in your mind.
"Tell me if I'm too rough, okay?" he asked in a whisper against your ear as he leaned over you one last time.
Please be too rough.
"Yes, sir," you whispered back, something you'd never said in bed before since Josh wasn't really the type but something Jake seemed to utterly enjoy judging by the way his cock twitched against your thigh.
"Ooh, I like that," he answered, a smile palpable in his voice as he straightened.
From behind you, you heard the work of him pulling a condom out of somewhere, probably his wallet in his discarded jeans, and you waited as patiently as you were capable of for him to wrap it around himself and line himself up with your entrance. Not that patient, truthfully, as you stood there practically presenting yourself to him, pushing back against nothing until finally it was him there.
"Such a good girl, falling in line for me so easily," he dropped his sweeter demeanor in favor of one a little bit cocky for your taste.
Not that you weren't falling in line very easily for him.
But every thought in your head flooded out the window as he pushed into you, one long, languid thrust to the hilt that had you moaning at the feeling, the strength of your arms being tested under the weight of dizzying pleasure.
"I think you secretly wanted this the moment I showed up. I think you like being a little slut," he grunted as he withdrew and gave you another sharp thrust.
"Yes, fuck, I wanted it," you admitted. Really anything just to spur him on.
"What was that?" he asked in a growl, his hands grabbing your hips and holding you down on his cock as you clenched around him.
"I wanted it, sir," you corrected yourself in the sweetest voice you could manage.
It seemed to please.
"There it is," he muttered as he rewarded you instantly with a threatening pace.
It was wholly different than being with Josh, the way he spoke, the way his teeth clenched as he fucked you like he was trying not to spill inside of you already. He was a lot rougher although there was still something gentle in the way his hands wrapped around your hips and guided you back to meet his thrusts, even if his words were far from gentle.
"Fuck, you are tight," he mumbled to himself before raising his voice to speak to you again. "I wanna hear you. I wanna hear you beg for my cock. Beg me for more."
He really didn't have to ask twice.
"Please, Jake, more, keep going. Your cock feels so fucking good inside of me but I need more. I need it harder," you begged, practically sobbed, totally unaware that you had called him Jake and not sir.
But he had caught it.
"Fuck, that was almost perfect, baby," he said with a frustrated tone as he halted his movements suddenly, begrudgingly.
"Fuck! No, I meant sir, please, sir, don't stop," you begged as you realized your mistake, your hips wiggling to try and do the work yourself, to try and coax him back into fucking you.
"You're gonna have to do better than that," he answered, breathing already labored despite the fact that he was still very much in control of the situation.
You were doing the work yourself, pushing your hips back onto his, but there wasn't much power behind it and it left you wanting more, desperate to come again even though you had twice before.
"Please, sir, fuck me harder, please," you tried again, saying anything you could think of that might have ignited some mercy in him. "I need to feel your cock filling me up, I need to come all over it, sir."
And finally, he lifted you into a stand by your hair, just to whisper into your ear, "See? That's how you get what you fucking want," before dropping you back down onto the mattress and thrusting into you so hard that you had no time to regain your stance as he fucked you face first into the mattress, using it as an opportunity to get better leverage to push into you.
You were fairly certain you were leaving the planet, fairly certain you were ascending to something higher, practically drunk on his cock and his words, his fucking words. And the flow of obscenities and unholy noises on your tongue came freely, uninhibited as he fucked you into an almost mindless state.
"Is this what you want, you little slut? You want me to fuck you into the mattress like this?"
"Yes, sir, just like that, just like that." It was broken sobs more than words as your eyes began to water.
Josh didn't fuck you like this and while you didn't need it to be a regular thing, it felt good to be had like this after the frustration of not seeing your boyfriend yet again. It felt good to be taken care of.
It felt good to just be railed, really.
His hand splayed flat on your back between your shoulder blades, keeping you pressed into the mattress, which was probably a good thing as it muffled your cries, and with your legs shaking and your ass still presented to him, he angled up to hit your g-spot better, harder, doing most of the work now to keep you standing.
You were going to come, it wasn't really a choice. It was going to tear through you without any mercy if he kept doing what he was doing and saying what he was saying.
"You gonna remember the way this feels? You gonna remember how it felt being drunk on my cock when you're alone with your fingers inside of you and a toy pressed to your needy little clit?"
I'm going to think about it almost every day.
You couldn't even form words as your eyes began to roll and pleasure began to take over.
"Yeah, I think you are," he grunted in smug satisfaction.
"Sir, I'm gonna come," you sobbed suddenly, not entirely sure if you'd need permission but not wanting to risk it just in case.
You desperately needed to come around him, you needed it more than you needed air in your lungs.
"Not unless you ask fucking nicely, you're not," he growled, hips still snapping hard up into yours, even as his rhythm began to falter.
It was hard to form words but you did your best to find something that would satisfy him. The truth, as it turned out.
"Please, sir, can I come? Can I please come on your cock, sir? I want it so badly, so fucking badly," you begged as you cried through the pleasure.
"Well shit," was all he said for a second as he pounded into you like he was going to come himself.
But then finally, he seemed to regain himself and he tangled his hand in your hair to pull you back onto his cock with even more force.
"Come for me, baby, come all over my cock. Make a mess of it."
It was all you needed to come screaming his name into the mattress as he released inside of you with an unholy sound that you'd remember until the day you died.
His movements were choppy that time as he worked you through it, milking himself at the same time before he finally pulled out and left you standing there, legs like jello as he took a step back to admire his work.
"Now that's a fucking sight," he whispered to himself.
And then he was there helping you stand and carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up.
"I didn't break you, did I?" he asked as he set you down in the bathroom and began wiping you off with warm water.
"No, no, I'm-I'm good," you answered, voice still just as shaky as your legs.
It made him laugh.
"Little bit rougher-"
"Little bit rougher than-yeah," you nodded, absolutely out of breath.
A lot rougher than Josh.
Interesting.
"Let me get you to bed," he said finally as he finished with you and himself, helping you back to the bed you'd come from.
"There's no part of date night that I missed, is there?" he asked as he tucked you snugly beneath the covers, into the warmth of relief from the tension, finally.
"Well, Josh usually stays with me," you gave a light smile and he laughed again before nodding.
"Of course," he whispered as he climbed into bed next to you, keeping a bit of distance between you but not arguing when you practically burrowed into his side.
Just for the night.
"I know this is never happening again," he started after a beat of silence, "but for what it's worth, I'll be thinking about it for a very long time."
It was your turn to laugh and though you agreed, you didn't admit it.
"Thank you, Jake," was all you said. "Thank you for a good date night."
When you woke, it was Josh next to you instead of his twin. And in the sleepy haze of early morning, you stared up at him, the beautiful boy sleeping peacefully, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself as you drifted back to sleep.
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guiding lights | m. verstappen
pairing: max verstappen x singer!actress!reader
word count: 1.7k words
request: nope, at least i don’t think so.
prompt: putting up decorations ⎯ “wow… that’s… a lot of lights.” from this prompt list. not my prompts, credits to the person who created it!
warnings: allusions to sex, language, idk what else
a/n: am i ready to jump back into a month-long challenge? nope, but i will try my best. i have tomorrow’s fic ready but i’m not too sure i’ll be able to complete this lol. friendly reminder that my requests are closed!
my masterlist / this is part of the 'superheroes and flat caps' series. find all the parts here! / 25 days of christmas masterlist
she sighed, dropping her luggage once she opened the door, leaning her weight against it to close it as she entered her home. the house was cold, and dark. not even the light in the kitchen was on, which dropped her spirits a little.
it was officially the start of her winter holidays, max’s had started a week prior, -technically two, but he’d had other events that first week - which meant he’d been all alone in their house for a week, bored out of his mind with no company or distractions other than his simulator, netflix, or their daily videochats.
during those last ones, she’d insisted he visited some of his friends, or invited them into their new home, but he refused, said she was supposed to be there to welcome guests, too. it was their first official home, and max couldn’t take all the credit for scoring such a great place like that. their new house was big, spacious, without being too much. she’d drawn a line when the real estate agent showed them a house with not one but two jaccuzis, in the backyard, besides a really large pool. she could see max was really, actually contemplating it, but she shook her head and muttered ‘uh-uh,’ her eyes open in a way that said ‘don’t even think about it.’
so, max was really taking the word ‘vacation’ literally. doing absolutely nothing but sit on the couch and watch movies - a few big releases he’d missed during the year-, and yell at the tv whenever a character did something stupid. he was living his best life.
meanwhile, she was working hard, finishing her new album, planning release dates and other marketing strategies ahead of the new year. and once everything was planned, she was more than eager, ready, to go home.
although this welcome wasn’t what she’d had in mind when she thought of finally coming home to max. it seemed that he’d finally listened to her advice and had gone out of the house, for once. she couldn’t be upset about it, max wasn’t someone that took solitude easily, he enjoyed being around people, although he didn’t express it verbally most of the time.
she turned on the lights as she made her way in, grabbing her suitcase and walking to the washing room, making a mental note to wash all of her stuff the following day. after that, she walked further into the house, and couldn’t help but smile, a soft, content sigh leaving her lips as she took in the fact that this was theirs. not just hers, or max’s, but theirs. they’d jumped into this adventure together, and it still didn’t feel real.
a thud coming from upstairs caught her attention, she frowned as she heard another sound, like something had fallen. she rushed to a closet, where max kept his golf clubs, and grabbed one, soundlessly walking up the steps. there was an open door, the third room to the right, what they’d decided would be max’s space. she got closer, trying to peek her head in, and just at that second, max came out of the room.
she yelled, both in shock and surprise, which caused max to do the same.
“why are you holding a club?!” he yelled/asked, making her drop the object to the floor.
“i thought you were a burglar!” she ran her hand through her hair, feeling her heartbeat quickening, “i saw all the lights out and thought you were out somewhere,” she closed her eyes and placed a hand on her chest, catching her breath.
“jesus,” max’s chest was heaving, and they both stood there for a few seconds, recovering from the scare, and once that had passed, she jumped straight in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, he turned, placing her back against the wall for support, and looked her in the eyes, saying the words he’d been waiting for since he got to monaco, “welcome home.”
she smiled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him close, she buried her face in his neck, breathing in his scent and relaxing under his touch. one of his hands found its way to her hair, he tilted his head and placed a kiss to her neck as he curled his fingers around her hair.
“did you finish the song?” he asked, there was one song left in the album that was not ready yet. and she was okay with it not being in the album, she wanted to perfect it, no matter how long it took. ‘you are in love’ was being a pain in her ass, but this song felt too special, too important for them, for their relationship.
“not yet.” she sighed, “i guess you’ll just have to do more romantic things for me.” she chuckled.
max stilled for a second, before laughing as well, kissing her again as he led her to their room.
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after catching up (and making up for lost time), a forgotten thought ran through her mind.
“hey, what were you doing in your office earlier? when i came in?” she asked, looking up at him, her chin resting on his chest, fingers playing with the gold chain hanging from his neck.
“oh!, i was getting something i needed,”
“for what?”
“something.”
“and what’s that something?” she raised an eyebrow.
“a surprise, for you. but it’s not ready yet. actually, i should go finish,” he said, gently cupping her chin and lifting her from his chest, he got up from the bed, putting on clean boxers and sweatpants, and throwing a hoodie on.
“maxwell?” she called for him, max chuckled, it always humored him how she’d find different names to call him when she was annoyed at him, “you’re not seriously leaving me like this, right now,” she held the sheets up to her chest, watching him look back with a smile on his face.
“i’ll be right back.” he declared.
“max!”
“you’ll like it, i swear!”
“payback’s a bitch!” she reminded him, falling down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
“i’ll be waiting for it, then. i’ll come back for you when it’s ready!” she heard his voice getting lower as he walked down the stairs, getting farther away from her.
-
she took her time alone to take a warm shower, doing her extended skincare routine, noticing how some of her products were less ful than what she remembered from the last time she was home. she chuckled at the thought of max experimenting with her products, applying the creams and serums to his face as his thought process told him to.
“it’s done!” max said as he walked in the room, his head whipping around as he looked for her. “baby?” he asked.
“bathroom!” she said, and turned her head to look at him as she finished washing her hands.
“you stole my hoodie,” he noticed.
“what happened to ‘what’s mine is yours’?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“there’s not a ring on my finger yet,” he said, making her laugh.
“there’s not one on mine either. better treat me right if you want me to stay,” she teased, “you’ve got points off for leaving me like that.”
“oh, but this will make up for it, i swear.”
“hm, that’s up to me to decide.”
he grabbed her hand, bringing her close to him, his free hand found her cheek, pressing his lips against hers, she responded softly, sliding an arm on his waist, curling her fingers on the fabric of his sweatshirt. her other hand reached inside his hoodie, grabbing the chain and seeing the small charm again, a smile on her face as she remembered the moment she saw it for the first time.
“no persuading me,” she tapped his nose, “now show me.”
he grabbed her hands, leading her out of the room and down the stairs, meanwhile he spoke.
“so i know this is our second christmas together, but it’s our first in our new home, and we have to make it special, right?” he asked, waiting for her to agree.
“right,” she said warily, not knowing where this was headed.
“we’ll need to get a lot more decorations compared to what we had last year, we have so much space here. anything you want. and i know you looove sparkles, so-” he said, leaving her through the sliding door, out into the garden, where everything she could see was warm glowing light.
little lights everywhere. and i mean, everywhere.
around the trunks of the trees, all along the edge of the pool, the chairs and the roof of the house. even a few christmas trees made completely out of lights.
“wow, that’s… a lot of lights,” she whispered, overwhelmed by the amount of lights everywhere she looked.
“yeah, they’re to guide you home,” he said cheesily, a sly smile on his face. it was meant to be a joke, but she grinned at him, loving how open max had become to express his love for her, to her.
she hugged him, wrapping her arms around him so tight that max huffed out a little, before placing his arms around her shoulders and placing a kiss to the top of her head.
“you know… when i said about doing more romantic things… i didn’t mean like right now. not that i’m complaining but-”
“i know. i just… i don’t know, i feel like since this is out first christmas and other holidays here, i think we should go all out.”
“that’s alright, we can do that.” she nodded, turning her head around, her eye catching a different kind of glimmer. the chain hanging from his neck, the charm with her initial on it, seemed to sparkle, reflecting the lights all around them as he moved. he grabbed her hands, taking a step back and twirled her around. she chuckled, not expecting the movement. she came back to him, placing a hand on his chest as he pulled her close. he started swaying, his free hand meeting her waist. and they slow danced under the moonlight, and all the christmas lights. “thank you. i love it.”
“you’re very welcome,” he smiled, kissing the side of her temple.
“you’re paying the electric bill this month and next, though,” she made it clear.
“yup, i figured.” he laughed.
“we can start decorating tomorrow,” she declared.
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Baby │ JJ Maybank Imagine
Request: hey! First off love your work! I saw that you wanted tiktok trend requests so could you naybe do the trend where you tell your bf that you want a baby with jj?
Authors Note: Hello! Thank you so much for supporting me and my silly writing. I added the photo that I would use for JJ’s contact.I hope you enjoy reading!
Warnings: Hints for underage drinking, swearing.
Word Count: 634.
Giggling, you shove Kiara away from you and your phone.
“Y/n! You’re drunk and its girl’s night which is two very good reasons not to have your phone.”
“Too late…I already hit send!”
Kiara closes her mouth when your phone starts ringing and you start smiling. “Should I not answer?”
“JJ would blame us, so no.” Sarah says and asks you what exactly you said in the first place to make your boyfriend call you instead of texting back.
“I told him I want a baby.”
“But he is a big baby!” Cleo states and the other girls agree with hums, thinking just how true that statement is.
Your phone stops ringing before the picture you have for John B contact pops up on your phone screen and the ringing starts again. You press on the green button. “Hey baby.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” You don’t care if your boyfriend can hear you laugh silently, you can’t help it as he yells, and his voice goes in a higher pitch you have ever heard. “You know I’m using John B phone, right? Do you call him baby?”
Another voice in the background yells a no as you say, “I know you baby and knew you would find a way to talk to me.”
JJ huffs. “Ah yes well excuse me if I thought my phone was broken when I read your text but then thought your phone is the broken one.”
“If it was, how could I be talking to you-“
“Do not give me your sass right now or your ass will have handprints on it. Now tell me why the fuck you would text me that you want a baby.”
“I saw this TikTok a couple of days ago where this girl texted her boyfriend it. You had to ruin it by calling instead of texting your response!”
“I don’t have a response!” but he does mutters, “I hate TikTok.”
“I know you do…. baby.”
You don’t need to see his face to know he is trying to hide a smile. But you can hear it in his voice when he says, “You can call me that if you stop with the stupid TikTok trend pranks.”
“Never going to happen baby. I got to keep you on your toes.”
He chuckles. “You are doing too good of a job.”
“I know. But before you go, I do have a question.” He doesn’t say anything, so you continue. “Would you want a baby one day? With me?”
The silene on the other end makes you check that the call is still connected. It is. “JJ?”
“Yes. Only with you, baby. Not any day soon though, okay? I know you would be the greatest, awesomest, and loveliest mother ever and I really want to be a part of all of the est. But I know with all of my shit, I’m not ready yet. We are both too young and reckless. Well, mostly me but you get what I’m saying, right?”
“Right.”
“Right. Good, right, okay. I love you.”
“I love you too, JJ. Now if you it’s okay with you, I am going to watch some TikTok’s with the girls.” You laugh with him and after saying good night, you hang up.
A few minutes later, when you are scrolling through your Tikok fyp, a text pop up.
“I’m your baby. You’re my baby. That’s all I need right now.”
The girls see it and start planning out loud how long exactly they will wait to make fun of him for being so cute and a simp. You don’t text back but do take a screenshot. Not for a TikTok. To look back on it whenever you want to.
Maybe one day you will print it and put it in a baby album.
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9 to 5 || f1 drivers (1)
(SPIN OFF OF COLOUR ME YOUR COLOUR (WIP) and RUSH)
Summary: Lorelei Hester ‘Lester’ Alessandro is a bassist first and Daniel Ricciardo’s partner second. But it seems like another role is added to her resume as she begins her weekend in Baku as Toto Wolff’s children’s babysitter.
Chapter/blurb summary: The first morning of the Azerbaijan Race Week began with exchanging of names and messages. As of this point, Max Verstappen should consider his seat in Red Bull vacant after giving Lester's number out to some random person (is he a random person? hardly)
Content warning: family-centric content, people trying not to swear in front of children, attentive Dad!Toto, Toto scaring half the grid, dirty jokes, implied erection but not smut, baby names, max being a fool by proxy.
Note: Uhh... THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 60 FOLLOWERS! I hope you guys are enjoying the boost promoted by the creative juices of my brain. I'm going to try and work hard on these as much as I am working hard on CMYC and Rush. Enjoy xx
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i. baby names and text messages
With her leg resting on Daniel’s hip and her head resting on his arm, Lorelei Hester Alessandro — Lester for those who weren’t close to her — had never felt anything more nicer than this. That was until he decided to ruin the peaceful life that they could have just staying on the king-sized bed.
Her eyes felt heavy, her annoyance slowly waking her up as Daniel shifted in his position. He kept moving, trying to slip out of her grasp as she continued to sleep. She looked so happy when she’s asleep. Relaxed. He loved that about her. He won’t even deny that he’d rather stay in this position if she’s like that forever.
Not in the way of how Max had worded it. “Hm… she’s so nice when she has her mouth shut,” Max never really thought that she’d hear it until she started threatening him with her bass guitar. That wasn’t what Daniel meant when he said he liked her looking so peaceful.
It’s been a while since they’ve gotten the peace they needed. 2022 was quite fucking rough, they thought it was the end of them. But they’re here in Azerbaijan, all tangled up in the bed with duvet covers weighing down their bodies.
This was the first race weekend that Lester would be attending in 2023. Ever since the release of her band Måneskin’s newest album, she couldn’t find the opportunity to visit him while he, Checo and Max worked at Milton Keynes during the offseason. She expressed her guilt about not being able to spend much time with him, but all he said was “you’ve got work, and so do I, love.”
Måneskin didn’t have a full schedule for their shows, and in between their schedules came a gap between April and May. The end of April to be exact. So she took this as an opportunity to travel with him. He was a reserved driver for Red Bull and wasn’t due to drive any time soon, but nevertheless she traveled just so she could spend some time with him.
Their first night in Azerbaijan consisted of sleeping. The moment Lester saw the bed, she dove in head first and left her suitcase by the closet. The groan that she let out after wasn’t sexual but it sure did something to Danny’s body. It didn’t take him long to drag her down to the floor, knowing that she’d fall asleep in a second if he continued to let her sprawl like that.
“Fammi dormire, testa di cazzo,” let me sleep, dickhead, she groaned. Danny only laughed at that. He had heard the phrase testa di cazzo so many times that he was starting to know what kind of phrases come out of her.
“No, get up,” he told her, reaching for her hands and hoisting her up to stand. “You need to wash your face, ma’am and brush your teeth.”
“Hm, Danny,” she whined, her eyes still resting as she kept them close.
“You’re not going to Danny me tonight, Miss Alessandro, come on. Get ready for bed,” he tutted, his hands now holding onto her arms as he gently pushed her into the bathroom.
“I need to shower,” she murmured, her eyes finally waking up as she stared at herself in the vanity mirror. Yeah, she needed to shower. She hadn’t slept for almost a day now.
Daniel, who was already digging through their suitcases for nightwear, then agreed, “Yeah you do. I can smell you from here.”
Her eyes zeroed in on his reflection once he returned. He stood there with their separated toiletries and a grin on his face. The glare that she held wasn’t holding any grudges, but rather annoyance.
She just shook her head before sliding the glass door open. She stripped down her clothes and took off the hair tie that she wore, her eyes still glaring at her boyfriend as she entered the shower. Her hand twisted the faucet to the hottest water as the head began raining down the water on her body. She had already shut the door close, not even caring if Dan was still there with the most amused expression she had ever seen.
The steam began to fill the bathroom, making it known to her that Daniel had shut the door. What she didn’t expect, however, was for him to slide the door open and place their shower necessities on the tray beside her.
“Scooch over, please,” Daniel said in a singing tone, his request making her glare at her own boyfriend as he stepped inside the shower. The hot water hit the back of his neck as he hissed, “Ow! Jesus… Are you trying to get a third-degree burn, mate? We can go to Australia in the summer for that.”
“Whose decision is it to invade my space in front of the hot water?” Lester told him with a raised brow, “hardly my fault now, no?”
He only rolled his eyes. Perhaps it’s a bad idea to annoy a girlfriend who only wishes to sleep. But he only wanted her to shower so she could relax and sleep.
Obviously it was a good idea that he had her shower before she slept. She had been asleep since 9 PM. And it’s 5AM already. That shower must have been so relaxing. Especially with the hot water.
Daniel needed to get up though. And as he tried to shake her off of him, she continued to grumble and cling to him like a koala.
“If you move again, what would stop me from kicking you right in your crown jewels,” she murmured, her eyes still closed as she cuddled him. Daniel only sighed, rubbing her back with the arm her head was resting on.
“Our goal to fulfill our desire to have a brood of Ricciardos,” he muttered.
Her eyes remained close, sighing peacefully as she spoke, “I don’t recall saying I want to carry your demons in disguise.”
“Nice to hear that you think of them as angels,” he chuckled quietly. “They’re going to be as wild as you, Mama. I can tell you that much.”
“Well, stop moving then maybe we can have lots of them soon enough,” Lester nuzzled her head closer to his chest. The foot that clung to Daniel’s hips neared his crotch, with her mindlessly feeling the fabric of whatever he was wearing.
She hadn’t even meant to feel him up like that. She was just trying to enjoy her sleep. He was few steps away from touching himself.
Lester, still not caring about what she was doing, then joked, “Can you imagine running after a toddler with curls bouncing and you yelling, “Jolie, put your nappies on” and she just won’t rest?”
Daniel gulped unwittingly and nodded, “S- Jolie?”
“What? Jolie is a good name for girls,” she replied before saying, “Jolie Ayrton Ricciardo.”
Daniel felt the goosebumps rising on his skin as he muttered, “Sounds- sounds good. O- or Beau Joseph Nikolaus Ricciardo.” Lester really needs to get her foot off my crotch before I could even bust.
She snorted, her eyes no longer closed as she stared at her boyfriend’s side frame, “Beau? How old would he be when he comes out of me?”
“Okay, but,” Daniel protested, “Beau Ric, F1 World Champion from Red Bull. Ladies’ man.”
“With the initials B and J,” Lester joked, “and him getting the Charles Leclerc name treatment, too.”
Daniel groaned, “Alright, since you’re mocking my idea that means we can get up now. Right?”
“No, we can’t get up yet,” Lester scoffed out, keeping her arm on his chest as she kept going, “us giving our kid a name does not warrant you to get up and go.”
“I need to get up, doll,” he said as quietly as she did, “need to work out with Max and Lando.”
“No you don’t,” she answered, obviously no longer asleep. “Max can DIY and Lando can be fed with protein bars with no problem. That child can live off sugar, if he’s even allowed to.”
“We need breakfast,” he insisted, kissing her forehead. He wasn’t even moving too.
“No we don’t,” Lester told him, her eyes closing again.
“Lorelei, are you not eati—“
“I’m trying to,” she interrupted him, “but I’m too lazy to get up. Soooo tired.”
“So am I,” he continued, “but we have to get up now, yes? I’ll pull the curtains up so we can have a good morning.”
Finally letting go of him, Lester slumped back down on the side of his bed as she grumbled sleepily. “Fucking athletes… so motivated to get up early to grind. The fuck are you grinding on anyways?”
“You know what you were doing when you began to date a racing driver, babe,” Daniel chuckled somewhere in the background. He moved around and Lester could hear the blinds and curtains opening.
With the sunlight entering the wide paneled windows, her eyes took in the light as she looked at her boyfriend with a bored look. “Oh, really? Clearly the champagne didn’t elaborate enough.”
Daniel rolled his eyes before sitting back down on his side of the bed, dipping his head down to kiss her on the lips as he grinned, “Come on. Breakfast. I’ve to meet Max and Checo, too.”
“Ugh Verstappen,” she groaned, making her boyfriend laugh as he began making his way to the bathroom. “That guy will be the death of me one of these days, you know that, love?”
“I know,” he answered from the sink, “you’ve told me about it when we met in 2015.”
“So annoying.”
Her phone pinged, the screen brightening as she glanced down at it. Her brows knitted together in confusion.
“I’ve got an unknown number texting me,” she heard a hum coming from Daniel as she peered over the message she received.
She had been staring at her phone for a good minute as she wondered if she should text him any more. She was friendly with Toto Wolff. She remembered how she came across Tilly and Toto during the afterparty of 2015 Monza race.
She didn’t mean to fangirl, truthfully, but the alluring features of the older woman had her gushing about the novel that she published in 2014. Tilly merely asked her to continue and discuss the subject until she was pulled away by Daniel Ricciardo, who didn’t even ask for her name yet had the audacity to invite her to dance.
Lester didn’t meet Tilly again until 2021 at Monza. The second time they had a discussion, it was about the second book that Tilly had published about being single for a decade and other knickknacks she could think of. Tilly asked for her name this time and even exchanged numbers with Lester just in case the bassist didn’t mind coming over at their humble abode in Monaco.
The massive difference between the two of them never really bothered them. Lester was 26 — Sylvie’s age — and Tilly was 38. Tilly had two children while Lester didn’t see herself having any children anytime soon. Tilly had money in her pocket and a hint of parental issues, while Lester came from a middle class family who valued family more than anything. They were extremely different, yet they remained friends.
But still, Lester was quite hesitant about what she had agreed on. Even if she was good friends with his wife, Lester was still worried about making a wrong choice in front of Toto.
But for him to ask if she can babysit their kids while they run amuck in the paddock? Yeah. She might as well sign her death certificate herself. She could set up her own funeral too, should she have enough time for it.
“Bellezza?” She looked up to the direction of her lover, who was already dressed for his morning workout. “You okay?”
“Yeah?” She tilted her head, wondering what prompted him to ask that. “I am.”
“Do you know who texted you?” He asked, worried about what she might have read. The serious look on her face said something. But apparently it wasn’t that much of a deal.
“Yeah, it’s just,” she paused for a moment before looking back at her screen. She needed to make sure she wasn’t having a dream or a nightmare. “It’s Toto. He’s landing soon.”
“Oh? How did he get a hold on your number?” He asked, peering down and tying his shoelaces as he got ready.
“About that,” she smiled grimly. “What do you think about taking Max’s seat for the rest of the season?” She could see disappointment written all over his face.
“What did the fool do now?” Daniel looked at her with a dull expression.
“He’s responsible for giving Toto my number,” she replied, slipping out of the bed to stand. Her nightdress fell back into place as she pecked his lips, “Now I’m babysitting the Wolff kids this weekend.”
“Really?”
“Yup, and probably by the end of the weekend, you’re the newest Red Bull driver alongside Checo,” she finally walked off and prepared herself for the day.
“I’m leaving, babe,” he stated, “and while I appreciate the effort, please don’t kill Max. He’s still a friend.”
"But you need to get back on the track, mio tasso!"
"I am not doing that with blood on my hands, my love!"
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Bad Liar
Pairing: Jack Harlow x Famous Singer!Reader
Warnings: Nothing but angst and tears
Author’s Notes: This is the longest work I’ve ever put out, and I’m so excited for you to read it. Definitely the most developed story I’ve written as well. Please share your thoughts!
Where’s your love when I need it?
You keep it hidden, I don’t see it, baby
In my mind, there’s a reason
Over time, I stop believing everything
That you’re supposed to say
Take a second, get by, don’t you, babe?
You got me living in a fantasy
“I’m sorry Dan, can we run it from the first verse again?” You slid your headphones off your ears, taking a sip of water, your throat painfully dry. You felt the walls of the recording booth closing in on you as you struggled to get through this song. ‘Secrets’ was the single on your sophomore album and should have been out months ago to garner publicity for when the album came out, but you had been dragging your feet.
The song never felt right to you, but your manager insisted that you needed a ballad that would show off your vocal prowess. Up until now you had always been considered a bubble gum pop artist in the industry, and you didn’t really care what your title was because you were getting the chance to do something you loved. As you popularity grew, the number of people whispering in your ear, trying to pull you in one direction or another, grew and you felt the pressure to rise to the occasion.
“Whenever you’re ready.” Your engineer gave you the thumbs up. You placed your headphones back on, the back track blaring.
Where’s your love when I need it?
You keep it hidden, I don’t see it, baby
In my mind, there’s a reason
Over time, I stop believing everything
That you’re supposed to say
Take a second, get by, don’t you, babe?
You got me living in a fantasy
Jack slipped into the studio quietly, sitting on the leather couch at the back of the room, trying not to disturb you while you recorded. He pulled his phone out to quietly record you singing. You rarely liked to sing in front of him, too nervous and embarrassed to perform in front of someone who was seasoned in the industry and whose opinion you valued so much. He loved your voice, found it incredibly soothing, so he would keep these recordings on his phone to listen to when the two of you were apart.
“Ugh, I just hate this song. It doesn’t feel like me.” You admitted to yourself, letting out a deep breath. You flipped through your notebook, frantically erasing some lyrics that disrupted the flow of the song. “Dan, can we just skip to the chorus, it’s the only thing I’m sure of right now.” You tapped your pencil against your chin, deep in thought. “Who the fuck wrote these lyrics?” you chuckled to yourself. You were always so hard on your songwriting ability, even though you were already Grammy nominated only five years into your career.
“Can you take a break? Your boyfriend would like to kiss you now.” You looked up to see Jack leaning over the control panel, his finger on the intercom button. You grinned wide, feeling an immediate rush of relief at seeing his face. You couldn’t leave the booth fast enough, running in your socks to meet him. He pulled you into his body, planting a deep kiss on your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the curls at nape of his neck. “When did you get here?”
“Like half an hour ago. I missed you.”
“I missed you, too. You have no idea.”
He led you over to the couch, his hands around your waist from behind as you, as he peppered kisses up and down your neck. You wriggled in his hold, very ticklish. You folded your legs underneath you, Jack sitting next to you, his legs wide. “You sound amazing. Is this the new single?” You rolled your eyes, letting out a loud sigh. “Yeah, ‘Secrets’, I hate it so much though.”
“Why?”
“It’s not me. It’s some heartbroken ballad, and right now, I am the furthest thing from heartbroken.” You smiled at him, rubbing his chest. He held your hand over his heart, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “So don’t record it, then. I’ve seen that notebook, I know you have at least 10 just as good, if not better songs you could record for your single.”
“I wish it was that easy. We already played the song for the record label, and they loved it, so it’s basically written in stone that it will be the single.”
“Let me guess, Joe had something to do with that.” He looked at you, but you avoided eye contact, shifting to get up from the couch. “Jack, please don’t start.” You walked back to the booth, not wanting to get into it with your boyfriend over your manager.
Jack followed after you, closing the door behind him so you could have privacy. You sat down on the stool with a huff. “Just listen to me, okay. Baby, he is playing you, he doesn’t care about you or your career, he’s only in it for the money.” You looked at him shocked, your chest burning with anger. “Jack, that is my father, don’t talk about him like that.” You turned to your notebook, the words on the page sounding even worse in your head than before. You started erasing your pencil marks, quickly ripping a hole in the paper. Jack pulled the pencil from your hand, gently placing it on the table. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.” He pulled you into his chest, placing a kiss on your temple. You rested against his body for a few minutes, relishing in the comfort he provided you.
“I know it seems like it sometimes, but he does have my best interest at heart. He’s just trying to prevent me from becoming a washup. It’s so easy to get lost in the sea of Tik Tok artists and self-made musicians these days, he’s just aggressive with my career. Can you just be understanding? I need someone in my corner.” You looked up at Jack, tears building in your lashes from the hours of frustration and disappointment you had been feeling today. He ran his thumbs beneath your eyes, collecting the wetness before it dared to drip down your face. “Baby, I am always in your corner. I just wish you could see what he’s doing to you.”
“Please just let it go. We’re not going to see eye to eye on this. I don’t want to talk about it right now, anyway. I need to be focused on this song. I want supportive boyfriend Jack right now, not industry Jack. Can you do that for me?”
“Of course, how can I help you?”
You playfully shoved him through the door. “You can get out of the booth.”
“Okay, okay.” He held up his hands in surrender, giving you a cheesy grin. “I’m gonna go to your place and try to get some sleep.” He leaned over for a kiss, and you met him the rest of the way.
“We’re still going to the dinner tonight, right?” You called after Jack, stopping him in his tracks. You could feel the annoyance radiating off of him, his body tensing at the question. He rolled his shoulders back, running his hand through his hair as he turned to look at you. “Is he going to be there?”
“Will my dad be at the dinner that he invited us to? I think there’s a pretty good possibility.”
“Do I have to go?” You walked out of the booth, standing chest to chest with Jack.
“Yes, I said you would be there. He hasn’t seen you in a couple of months, he’s been asking about you.” You patted his chest gently, searching his face for signs of anger.
“The only time he mentions me is when he’s talking about how much I’m ruining your career. You know that he hates me. And to be honest the feeling is mutual.”
“He doesn’t hate you, he just doesn’t understand you like I do. Jack, please be nice. For me?”
“Only because you asked so nicely.”
****
Jack looked at his watch, jiggling his leg up and down out of nervousness. You place a hand on his leg to stop the shaking. “Will you stop?”
“Where is he? He’s already 30 minutes late. Who shows up late to a dinner with their daughter?”
“He’s probably just running late from a meeting or something.” You searched the entrance, a crowd of people gathered by the hostess stand, none of them your father. Jack adjusted in his seat, pulling at the suit jacket you made him put on before coming here tonight. There was a hilarious irony in dressing up to have dinner with the devil.
Jack was constantly toeing the line of being disrespectful to your father and protective of you. He knew your relationship with him was complicated, but at the same time, he also knew you had blinders on, and Jack was afraid that your dad was going to ruin your career. “If he’s not here in the next 15 minutes, we’re leaving.” Jack warned you, but you brushed off his impatience.
“There he is.” You stood up as your father walked over to the table, his arms open to you to pull you in for a hug. Your dad was always dressed to the nines, in nothing less than a suit with a pocket square whenever he was out in public. You almost wouldn’t believe that he grew up poor in the Bronx, a down on his luck mechanic with a child and an ex-wife to support just a couple of years ago. As soon as you started to get noticed by record labels for some songs you put up on YouTube, he made himself your manager and quickly changed his persona. Joe from the Bronx became Joseph, music industry maven and your sole representation going forward. He wasted no time spending his cut of your first check on the best designer clothes, a new car, and an apartment in the Upper East side. These were business expenses, he told you, all necessary to keep up appearances. “Hi baby girl, sorry I am late.” He addressed you with a kiss on the cheek. “That’s okay, Dad. I’m sure you were busy.”
“I’m always busy for you, baby girl, trying to make sure we take you to the top of the industry.” He gestured to the sky as he pulled out his chair, stopping when he noticed Jack sitting at the table. “Jackman, I didn’t know you would be joining us tonight.” He extended a hand to your boyfriend. Jack stood, reluctantly taking what felt like putting his hand directly into the flames. His skin burned against Joe’s hand, and Jack hoped he could feel the distain in the handshake.
“Sir.”
Joe slipped off his jacket before sitting down, immediately waiving over the waiter. “What’s your house wine tonight?” He asked without giving the waiter so much as a glance. “Mayacamas from Napa, sir, it’s a 2018.”
“We’ll take it. Two bottles” He held up two fingers, snapping to signal that the waiter could make himself scarce.
“I told you Jack was coming today, Daddy. He’s in town for a press tour.” You squeezed Jack’s forearm affectionately. Joe completely ignored your statement, his focus on your boyfriend. “Do you drink wine, Jackman?”
Jack sat up in his seat, rubbing his palms against his pant leg. “It’s Jack, and no. I don’t drink at all.”
“Color me surprised. I would have thought all rappers drank and smoked, ya know, to keep up the persona.” Joe’s tone was accusatory, and Jack felt like he was suddenly under interrogation. “Haven’t had a drink in over two years. Didn’t like the effect that alcohol had on me.” He gave you a small smile.
“That’s kind of boring isn’t it? I always imagined my daughter with someone with more of a zest for life, with something more to give.”
Jack chuckled to himself, tapping his foot. “Isn’t confusing ‘zest for life’ with alcoholism how you lost your family in the first place?”
“Jack!”, you were quick to chastise him, keeping your voice low so no one could hear you. “Can you two just behave for one dinner? You are both ridiculous.”
“Sorry, Y/N.” Jack kept his head down as he looked at the menu. “You’re right, baby girl. I’m sorry as well. Let’s just try to enjoy this meal. I’ll order for the table.” He snapped his fingers again, the waiter appearing tableside immediately. “We’ll have an order of the oysters on the half shell for the table, I’ll have the blackened snapper, my daughter will have the Chilean sea bass, and Jackman-?” He gestured over to Jack, who was still searching the menu. “He doesn’t eat seafood, Dad.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I had no idea.” Joe’s apology was anything but sincere, and Jack had just about enough. He distinctly remembered you telling your dad that you didn’t like seafood when you confirmed the dinner plans weeks ago. “I’ll just have the cheeseburger, just cheese, nothing else on it.” The waiter nodded in acknowledgement as he took the menus and headed to
“You don’t drink, and you have the pallet of a toddler. You sure know how to pick them, Y/N.” Joe got in one final jab, taking a sip from his wine glass.
****
The ride back to your place was quiet, Jack stewing in his feelings being hurt. You both got ready for bed in silence as well. You were exhausted from being in the studio all day, and your dinner interaction didn’t help.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Jack asked you as he sat down on the bed, putting his glasses on. “What are you talking about?” You put your hair up in a loose bun, taking out your contacts. “Are you kidding me? Joe spent the entire dinner attacking my character, and you just sat there and let him.”
“Jack, he doesn’t mean any of that. He’s just messing around.”
“Y/N, he said that he doesn’t think we should be together, and that seems like messing around to you?”
“Jack, I can’t do this right now. Can you just let it go for tonight? I apologize for him, he won’t do it again.”
“Don’t you get tired of always apologizing for his actions? He’s a grown ass man, baby. His daughter shouldn’t be cleaning up his messes.”
“I’m not cleaning up his messes, Jack. He said a couple of things to you tonight, why are you letting it bother you so much?”
“Why doesn’t it bother you? Why are you scared of him?” Jack stood up, there was no way he was going to sleep now, his anger boiling over. “I’m not scared of him. I am just trying to keep the peace.”
“Maybe that’s the problem, all of the women in your family are trying to keep the peace, and he wants nothing but destruction.” He mumbled out as he put on a pair of socks. “Hey!” you turned to him, “I told you about my mom in confidence. Don’t use that against me. You already crossed a line tonight bringing up my Dad’s drinking.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I was completely in the wrong. I just get around him, and I see red. I just don’t want to see you get hurt, baby. I love you.” He crawled over to your side of the bed, laying down and resting his head on your stomach. “I love you too, Jack, but I need you to back off of my dad.” He looked up at you, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “I won’t outright attack him, but I also want sit back and let him get away with bullshit.”
“Why are you so determined to puff your chest out at him, Jack?” You pushed him off of your lap, turning away from him in the bed and turning the light switch so the room fell dark. “Goodnight.”
“Baby, I’m sorry.”
“Just go to sleep, Jack.”
****
The next morning, Jack was riding downtown with his team to the radio station for the first of many interviews of the day. He checked his phone for the 10th time in the last 20 minutes, waiting for a reply from you to his five ‘Good Morning’ texts. He knew you were upset last night, but you always texted him ‘Good Morning’, even after a fight. “Something wrong, Jack?” Chris looked up at his client, noticing his face was peppered with worry. “Uh, its Y/N. She didn’t text me this morning, and that’s not like her.”
“Trouble in paradise?” He joked, his demeanor falling serious when he noticed Jack didn’t find his joke funny. “Really, what’ going on?” Jack sighed as he put his phone back in his back pocket. “Let me ask you as question, and this stays between us. Have you heard of Joseph Y/L/N?” Chris scoffed, leaning forward in his seat. “Who hasn’t. He’s infamous in the industry, mostly for being a hardass. Why do you ask?”
“He’s Y/N’s dad, and also her manager.”
“Oh, man.”
“What?”
“It’s not really my place to say anything, but a couple of years ago I heard some rumors that he had a client, and they were this promising talent, supposed to be as big as Rihanna according to some labels, but he botched the contract, asking for more and more money, until he had been blacklisted by pretty much every record label in the country. I never would have thought it was Y/N, but now that you say something, it would make sense. The timelines match up.”
“Fuck. I just don’t trust him, Chris. There’s just something about him. He’s sleezy and with the way he acts, I think it’s just a matter of time before Y/N is hurt in the crossfire between him and his ego.”
“I wouldn’t even know where to start, Jack. That’s dangerous territory, trying to get between a father and daughter.”
“I know. Can you do me a favor though? Can you look over her contract? She’s too trusting, I doubt she even looked at it. I just want to make sure he’s not robbing her blind.”
“Of course, send it to me.”
****
You opened the door to your apartment after five frantic knocks, Jack trying to catch his breath as he stepped through the doorway. “Jack, what’s wrong?” He walked back to your living room, stopping when he saw your dad sitting on the couch. “What are you doing here?” He looked between you and Joe, not expecting him to be here. “Not the best way to greet your girlfriend’s daughter, Jackman.”
“It’s Jack, only my mother calls me Jackman.” Jack responded through gritted teeth. “I need to talk to you, Y/N.”
“I can’t right now. We’ve got a big problem.”
“What’s going on?” Jack sat down in an arm chair across from Joe.
“Someone leaked a recording of my new single, and people are tearing me apart on social media. The song is dead in the water.” You sat down on the arm of the chair, your head in your hands.
“Do you know who it was?” Jack placed a hand on your shoulder, massaging it in sympathy.
“Yeah, we think we do.” Joe answered, glaring at Jack.
“You don’t actually think I would do that, do you?” He was looking at you now, his eyes pleading. You didn’t answer, your gaze focused on the ground. “You’re the only one who has been in the studio besides Y/N. Have you been recording her while you’re in there?” Jack fell silent. “Jack, have you been recording me?” You were genuinely surprised, he had never mentioned it before. “Yes, but baby, you have to believe me. I would never jeopardize your career like that.”
“It doesn’t matter what your intentions were, it’s a closed studio. No recording anything. You might have ruined her career.”
“You’re overreacting. I’ve had songs leaked before,it sucks, but it’s no big deal.”
“It is a big deal!” Joe stood up, his voice booming. You motioned for him to relax, turning to Jack.
“I have a temporary contract with Atlantic, it’s based on my album sales. That single was supposed to save my album, and without it, there is no way I’ll meet the terms of my contract.”
“Ok, so release it anyway. People are gonna talk regardless.”
“We can’t. We didn’t have the rights to release the song, it has a sample we never got cleared. I’ll be sued personally if we try to release it.” Jack walked over to you, grabbing your arms in his hands.
“Baby, you have to believe me. I didn’t leak the song.” You pulled away from him. “I think you should go, Jack. I have some things to figure out.” You turned away from him, his shoulders drooping in defeat. “You don’t mean that.” Joe stood between the two of you, pushing Jack to leave. “You heard her, it’s time for you to go.” You turned around and watched him begin to walk away, picking at your nail beds with anxiety. He held your gaze has he backed out. You mouthed to him, “Trust me”, before walking back to your bedroom. Jack was confused, but regardless, he trusted you with his life, so he left, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do in the moment.
****
You texted Jack later that night, asking to meet him at his hotel. He opened the door, his hair covered by the hood of his sweatshirt. You walked past him, papers in your hand. You sat on the bed, patting next to you for him to join you. Jack started to speak, but you stopped him, placing a finger over his lips. “Can you just sit here with me for a second? I just need you right now.” You held your hand out to him, and he took it immediately, raising it to kiss your knuckles. You couldn’t help the tears that started to fall, and you didn’t try to any longer. “Shhhh, baby.” Jack pulled your head toward him, placing a kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering on your skin as he tried to calm you down. When you could finally breathe again, you lifted your head.
“The last couple of days have been so incredibly hard, but I need to apologize.”
Jack pulled away, your hands still intertwined. “What do you have to apologize for? You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“No, you were right. I should have defended you against my dad. He had no right to attack you like that. And there’s more.” You handed him the papers you had brought with you.
“It turns out my contract was only contingent on my dad bringing in other talent, it had nothing to do with my album sales. The record company never even planned on putting out my album.” You were sobbing now, your words almost incoherent.
“What are you talking about? You were in the studio, the album was almost done.” Jack stroked your hair as you continued.
“My dad was using my money to pay for the studio time. He was lying to me the entire time, Jack. I can’t believe I was so stupid. I trusted him.”
“No, baby. You weren’t stupid. You are supposed to be able to trust your dad, and he abused the fact that you were so kind to him. I have to tell you something too.” You looked up at him, your eyes puffy and red. Jack stood up, and grabbed his phone off the table. “I had Chris look at the contract you have with your dad, and Y/N, he’s taking way more than the 10% industry standard cut. It’s more like 40%.” He stopped, not sure how you were going to react to this news.
“I know.”
“What do you mean, you know? How long have you been letting him take advantage of you?”
“He didn’t take advantage of me. I knew what I was signing when I agreed to let him represent me.”
“Babe, he’s robbing you.”
“I know it sounds stupid, but I just really wanted to have him back in my life. I would have done anything, including giving him as much money as he asked for.” Jack sat back down on the bed next to you, placing his hands on your thighs. “Ok, but you can’t let him do this anymore, Y/N. I know that song was leaked, but it’s really not the end of the world. I’ll see if Chris can represent you while we find you another manager, and we’ll find out who leaked the song and sue the shit out of them.”
You were quiet for a second, not sure how to tell him.
“I leaked the song.” You breathed out with your confession, your eyes focused on your hands.
“What?” Jack shook his head, not understanding.
“I leaked the song.” You repeated, your tone even.
“Why? You knew what this would do to your album.”
You shook your head, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. You were done crying, and just angry now. “I know, but once I found out the terms of my contract, I knew it’s what I had to do to get from under my dad’s thumb. I just couldn’t do it anymore.”
“Baby, I don’t know how to help you.” Jack felt helpless and frustrated.
You grabbed both of his hands, massaging his fingers, something you always did when you were stressed. “I asked you to trust me yesterday, and I’m asking you to trust me one more time. Can you do that?”
“Of course.” Jack pulled you in for a gentle kiss. That night, the two of you figured out your final plan to repair your career and get rid of Joe as your manager for good.
****
“Two meals in less than a week. To what do I owe the honor?” Your father embraced you as he walked up to the table, completely ignoring Jack as he sat down. “Thanks for coming dad. After yesterday, I just needed to clear up some things.” You looked over at Jack. He couldn’t help but show his worry, and he had to fight the overwhelming urge to protect you, knowing you needed to do this yourself.
“What’s going on? Is it about the song? You’ve got the culprit right here. If I were you, I’d end it with him right now. A lawsuit tends to strain a relationship in my experience.”
“Like I said yesterday, Joseph. I didn’t leak the song.” Jack leaned forward on the table, his words abrasive.
“And why should I believe you? Of course, you would lie, you’ve got a lot to lose.” Joe gestured towards you. You sat up in your seat, holding your head up high.
“Because I leaked the song, Dad.”
Genuine shock clouded Joe’s face as he looked at you. He was at a loss for words. “Baby girl, why would you do that? Why would you destroy everything I’ve worked so hard for?” You chuckled in disbelief. “That I’ve worked so hard for, Dad.The only thing you’ve worked hard for is fucking me over.” You pulled out the contract papers from your bag, shoving them onto his plate. “What is this?”
“The contract you were hoping I’d never read. The one that says my album will only be recorded if you bring in other talent. The same one that guarantees you a $500k payout regardless of who you represent.”
“Listen, baby girl-“, he worked to conjure up a lie in his mind when he realized he’d been caught. He was going to try to work you over one more time.
“Dad, for once in your life, don’t lie to me. In fact, save it. I wouldn’t believe a word that came out of your mouth, anyway.”
Joe’s voice fell to a whisper. “Do you think you can do this without me? You’re nothing. I couldn’t even get a record label to listen to your shitty music, this is the only way you were ever going to make something out of yourself. I own you.” He threw the papers back at you, the restaurant starting to take notice of the scene he was making.
You were expecting the venom, but it still hurt, nonetheless. You kept your composure, Jack by your side. “Not anymore. As of this morning, you no longer represent me. And here.” You held out another piece of paper. “What the fuck is this?”
“It’s the bill for all of the studio time you booked and stole from me for. You have 30 days to pay it back in full, or my lawyers will be coming after you.” You swallowed, hoping you sounded confident and convincing, even though you were shaking. Jack was right, you were terrified of your father, and it was taking everything in you not to run away.
“You don’t have any lawyers, you’re just as broke as I am.”
“She doesn’t, but I do. And Private Garden will manager her until we can find her a team that actually knows what they’re doing.” Jack grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze. You looked at him, forever thankful that he was always in your corner. “Is that enough ‘zest for life’ for you, Joe?” He turned his gaze back to your father.
You stood, Jack following suit. As you began to walk away, you stopped by your father’s chair, tapping your fingers on the table to get his attention. “You should get your affairs together, Joseph.”
****
“Ok, Y/N. I’ve got what we need to finish the track. You’re good.” Nemo addressed you over the intercom as you removed your headphones in the booth. As you walked out you could hear your song ‘Secrets’ playing over the speakers. Jack was sitting in front of the control panel, his eyes closed as he bobbed his head to the music. You laughed, leaning over behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You placed a kiss behind his ear.
“You hear that baby, that’s all you. Pure talent.” He turned around to face you, pulling you into his lap. You leaned your arm on the back of the chair, playing with his curls. “Yeah, I honestly still can’t believe it.”
“Well, believe it. You sound amazing. I might have to have you featured on a track on my next album.” Jack chuckled, garnering a smile from you.
“That’s if you can afford me. You might be a feature on my next song. How did you manage to get the sample cleared anyway?”
“Baby, your boyfriend is a Grammy nominated, rap industry icon in the making. It was easy.” Jack shrugged, patting your butt.
“How much did you have to pay them?”
“A lot.”
You stood up, moving to lay down on the couch. The last couple of days of non-stop recording in Louisville meant very little sleep. Jack rolled his chair over to meet you, resting his elbows on his thighs, his head propped up in his hands. “Are you okay? I know everything with your dad hasn’t been easy.”
You nodded, giving him a small smile. “I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. He wasn’t going to have the money to pay me back and it was almost guaranteed we were going to court. I just hope he turns his life around. Even with everything he’s done, I still care about him, ya know?”
“I know, baby. He’s your father, a part of you will always love him.”
You wiped a single tear away that was resting on your cheek. “I know. When I first started recording ‘Secrets’ I couldn’t connect with the song because I wasn’t heartbroken, but now, I’m broken in a whole new way I didn’t think was possible, and it hurts more than I could have ever imagined.”
“You’ll get through this, and I’ll be with you every step of the way.” Jack reached his hand out to you and you grabbed it immediately. “I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too, Jack.”
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19. txt's first 2022 vlive (written)
note: lesserafim will ot6 here & random kpop dance challenge by txt
"so how were the songs? do you like it?"
"may i see the credits on each songs, like the composers or something like that, pd-nim?" asked the idol while having her eyes trained on the laptop screen and the producer gives a piece of paper.
yunjin feels herself sweating as she watches the big hit idol scan the piece of paper with a blank look. a pleased expression washes over hyunseol's face before she gives the paper back to si-hyuk.
"now that introduction and songs overview are over, we can start."
"wait, seol." the idol looks up from the device, meeting the producer's eyes. "among the songs you've heard, what is your favorite? and what song do you think will have a huge appeal to the public?"
the txt member furrows her eyebrows together, the laptop laying idle on her lap. "why should my response matter in this?"
"just answer the questions."
the idol shrugs and brings her focus back on her laptop. "my favorite in the album is blue flame. i like everything of that song, especially the lyrics and-"
as soon as those words left the idol's mouth, yunjin feels herself falling in her own thoughts and slowly starts smiling at herself. chaewon, on yunjin's right looks at the 5'7 foot idol through her peripheral vision and holds herself from smirking at the spaced out expression over the tall member.
"do you have more questions, pd-nim?"
"no, no. you can continue." the idol nods and stops typing, looking at the six soon-to-be idols.
"hello, again. i have a question, a very weird one. i'm sure you all know that mrs. kwon tends to be so cryptic whenever you have a recording session, right?" the girls nod, curious on what the question is. "at your last session with mrs. kwon, did she say anything? like random words that starts with stage? like for example, stage 1?"
"well...", yunjin starts off and slightly winces when the txt member look over at her direction, listening intently. "i remembered her saying stage 36 after mrs. kwon made us do vocal practices in our album."
the six girls see how the idol's eyes light up at the response with a smile decorating the latter's lips. "another question. which do you girls do more nowadays: dance practice or vocal practice?"
"dance practice."
"hm, i can see why", the idol mutters with a nod.
"you can see why what?", si-hyuk asks beside hyunseol and the txt member throws him a look. "why did you ask those question? what does stage 36 mean?"
"uhm... i don't know if i am allowed to share this or not because mrs. kwon likes to keep her mysterious act up." the idol scratches the area behind her ear, looking around the room before sighing. "but... i suppose i could break one rule.
"stage 36 means one practice before recording, perfect, or ready to record in a six-membered group, pd-nim. i suppose the management made these girls do dance practice more because their vocals are already perfect in mrs. kwon's vocabulary." the idol keeps her hold on the laptop tight as she adjusts herself on the couch.
"how do you even find out about stage 36 from mrs. kwon?"
"i asked her about that one time, but she didn't tell me the meaning of it. she just told me that i can guess it, and i did after a few sleepless nights." the idol shrugs. "but anyways, enough of that. we're doing vocal practice today. i need to see if there's still an issue to be addressed."
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"hang out? they wanted us to hang out?! why?!"
"the ceo reckoned that you two hanging out will make you guys closer." the former sighs in exasperation with a shake of her head. "i did everything i could do to avoid that like i told him you were visiting your parents, but he couldn't be convinced. no matter how i tried."
"thank you for trying, unnie but you know it'll take everything to convince him." the former runs a hand through her hair. "when is this supposed hang-out?"
"later this evening."
"fuck, i'm dead!"
"mind your language!"
"that won't matter if i mess up tonight, unnie!"
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"and that's for this morning. good job, girls!" the big hit idol claps with a grin as the six soon-to-be idols clap along with her. "good luck on your debut, i'm sure all of you will do great. let's continue this practice later. enjoy your lunch."
the six girls nod with a smile, relieved to work with the idol and not some cranky staff.
"i don't think you'll be here after lunch, hyunseol." yongsun comments and the idol turns her head towards the former.
"wait, why? i have nothing to do later."
"solo schedule." hyunseol furrows her eyebrows together until she realizes what her manager meant as her eyes widen.
"WHAT?!" the six girls watch as the idol takes a deep breath and sigh. "this solo schedule will start after txt's vlive, right?"
"yes, although the others insisted that you should ditch from attending it. but i told them you either join the vlive with your members and go to the hang-out or not go to the hang-out at all." yongsun shares as she leans against the couch. "they either grant that request or not; it'll be their loss, not ours."
"well, thank you for insisting that i'll join my members later." hyunseol closes the laptop and shoves the device back in its bag with a sigh. "i thought i still have free time later, but i guess i have none now."
"sorry, seol."
"it's okay, unnie. it's not your fault." the idol then looks at the girls and bow with a smile. "looks like we won't see each other later. a shame, really, but you girls can use this practice room if you girls have still some dance practice to do."
"we will and thank you, seol unnie." chaewon bows, her leader side showing. hyunseol smiles. i'm sure you'll do great as a leader, chaewon-ah.
"thank you, sunbaenim!" the six girls bow in unison.
"and thank you too. good luck on your journey." with moonbyul leading, the girls and their manager leave the room. hyunseol is once left in the room, the sound of the air coming from the a/c being the only noise filling the small area.
she then grabs the food yongsun grabbed for her which consisted of eight pieces of gimbap, a bowl of tteokbokki, and two medium-sized bottled colas. she grabs the table in the corner and settles it in front of the couch she was sitting on.
she starts eating while scrolling through her socials before she had an idea on starting a vlive while eating. once she sent the txt group chat a message, she opens her second phone and starts the live.
"hello, moas~" hyunseol waves as she looks at the phone camera with a grin. i knew using two phones is a good thing. "how are you all?"
txtified helloo, seol <33
iheartseol hellooo, my loveee !!
beombeom hellooo, did u have ur lunch yet, seol?
mysoob hellooo, baby!! 🫶🫶
"helloo, my loves. i'm eating lunch right now." hyunseol answers in english before she holds up the container filled with tteokbokki and sets it down. "how about you? have you your lunch yet? you guys better not be starving yourselves, that isn't good."
seolites when she's so caring 😍😍😍
withtxt she's so gf coded
trustingtxt i'm eating my lunch now, dw wifeyy !
hyunseol looks up when she heard the practice room door opens and smiles when she saw her members and her manager.
"moas!!" hyunseol scoots a little on her right before the maknae plops down beside the oldest, looking at the screen with a lopsided grin. "hellooo, how are youu??"
hyukaa the loml is here 😍🫶
thinkliketxt my baby !! (i'm younger than him)
the maknae then looks at the remaining six pieces of gimbap in the plastic container and the oldest catches his gaze. she then grabs the container and offers him one. "you can take a piece, hyuka. here, let me feed you."
"twank ywu, nwona." huening kai mumbles with a gimbap in his mouth.
she then looks at her other members, holding the plastic container. "do you guys want some? i can also feed you guys if you want."
each member now has a gimbap in their mouth and are happily munching on the food, like a group of kids eating despite their height contradicting with the moment while looking at the camera.
tyunning this is the real txt (not fake)
jjunniee i need me some seol bcs i'm hungryy af :(( (probably because her being a sister would be a dream come true)
oldersisterseol reason no. 143 why i love seol:
txthistxthat when people asks why txt is my ult group, i'll js show them this
with the group eating, yeonjun grabs his phone and the bluetooth speaker hyunseol always brings along in her bag before connecting the device to the speaker. music soon fills the room as the maknae shoves the remaining one piece of gimbap, the members happily watching huening kai chew the food.
txtified clip of txt admiring their maknae part unknown
iheartseol when they're admiring their maknae>>>
towerzontop nah coz i can see why huening kai keeps telling us his members spoil him
"we're getting bored. what should we do for today, moas?~", yeonjun asks as he looks at the screen, reading some comments.
"i have a challenge." the six members turn towards their manager. "random kpop dance challenge, but instead of chorus, it's full audio. i don't know how that'll work, though."
"hm, we could do your challenge, unnie", hyunseol says as her eyes lighten, a smile adorning her face. "we could use some challenge, but i feel like there'll rules here."
"oh, there are. when a song pops up, one or all of you should dance to it. if you all manage to dance to every song that i played, i'll treat you guys a week of samgyeopsal."
the fans see how the members' eyes widen and brighten, smirks adorning their faces. hyunseol accepts with her smirk widening, "you're so on, unnie."
"we could use your playlist for the music, noona." the members nod at yeonjun's suggestion and the oldest immediately pulls her phone out.
twinzunite ayo, random kpop dance full audio challenge? manager yongsun is a genius 👀
oldersisterseol please dance to boy with luv 💜💜
beombeom tempo by exo pleasee
mysoob i've never seen hyunseol get so competitive until it involves food
suddenly the practice room door opens and txt looks over at that direction, seeing le sserafim walk inside.
jjunniee ayo, who are they lookin at
txtified who are they 👀
withtxt who aree my baes lookinnn attt
the six girls realized what the big hit group was doing, but before they could apologize, hyunseol's voice immediately fills in the room as she throws her manager a look, standing up from her seat. out of the camera's view.
"staff unniee!! you've got my drinks!" hyunseol and yongsun approach the six girls before the idol lowers her voice into a whisper, looking at each le sserafim member. "don't apologize, you didn't know and that's okay. just don't speak. my members and i will try to distract moas from what happened, okay?"
chaewon nods and whispers, "thank you, unnie."
"you're a life saver, seol-ah."
the 5'11 foot idol playfully winks at sakura, whispering. "that's me, superhero seol and you're welcome, chaewon-ah. now, go take your seats and enjoy our mini concert, i guess."
hyunseol grabs a new plastic bag from her manager and comes into view with a smile, holding up the plastic. she then distributes the sodas to her members and shakes her head to the camera. "see, moas? it's staff unnie. she owed me a favor earlier, so i asked her to bring me sodas for my members so that she won't feel obligated to think of doing me a favor. you're always jumping into conclusions, i'm disappointed."
yeonjun then speaks up, smirking. "yeah, don't jump into conclusions like that. you're forgetting that seol noona is yours, moas."
the oldest chuckles and nods. "yeah, you guys should know i like you. i'm your one and only bae. i'm only yours, baby." the oldest says the last line in english with her deep voice. suddenly a huge influx of comments come in and txt chuckles, knowing they successfully diverted their fans' attention.
little did txt knows moas aren't the only one who loved seol's deep voice when speaking english.
iheartseol when she feeds your delulu side>>>
seolites pov: gf!seol reassuring you that she only loves you
withseol is this what it feels like to be in the deeper pits of being a delulu?
seolmates4ever "i'm only yours, baby" ackkk usbfifnsbfubsf you'll be the death of me, seol 😭
"yes, yes. i'm your golden retriever girlfriend. now don't be jealous, okay? there's no need to be, mi amor. jealous doesn't look good on you, princess."
towerzontop mi amor?? mi?? amor?? princess?? am i dreaming?? 🥴🥴
nationsbffs seol's pcs will be sleeping peacefully on the bed tonight
txtsirenz she used the pet names‼️ i repeat, she used the pet names ‼️
"okay, now that is over, let's start manager noona's challenge." the leader then looks at yongsun who later set the camera farther away from the six girls and soon the txt members are now standing idly, waiting for the music to start.
soon, the intro of bts' boy with luv as the big hit idols look at one another, talking with their eyes before moving to their desired positions.
trustingtxt txt really knows so much about each other that they immediately understand each other w/ one look
beombeom i know they're gonna eat this cover up by how they look at one another
tyunning boy with luv? more like txt with luv
cover position: jimin - taehyun, taehyung - beomgyu, jin - soobin, jungkook - huening kai, suga - yeonjun, j-hope - seol, and namjoon - seol & yeonjun
twinzunite seol and yeonjun slaying namjoon's part
txthistxthat watching them cover the song without any hesitation what member they should cover feels like this isn't the first time dancing to bwl
seolites seol being j-hope and huening kai being jungkook js feel right
once the music ends, another music immediately follows and hyunseol's head shoots up at the intro, a small smile appearing her lips with her eyes lighting up. the music is fever by enhypen, her friend heeseung's group.
"ahhh, i only know the chorus!" yeonjun and huening kai whine.
"i only know some parts!", soobin, taehyun, and beomgyu follow.
"remember my rules! either one or all of you should dance!"
the txt oldest then steps up as she starts dancing, even she is still catching her breath. once she regained her breath, she smirks as she continues dancing, making sure to keep eye contact with the camera.
iheartseol the heavens finally answered my prayers yesss ✊😭
withseol that smirk + covering fever will be the death of me
towerzontop seol wants me fr fr no cap
txtsirenz manager yongsun giving us enhatxt crumbs, she fr knows her people
when the chorus comes on. all of txt members join their oldest as another huge rush of comments fill in and yongsun's laugh can be heard in the background as she reads some comments with a shake of her head.
hyukaa that isn't txt, that's tomorrow x together
thinkliketxt azrael, steve, daniel, ben, terry, and kai decided to come out
jjunniee azrael coming back alive bcs of en- is js smth else
tyunning azrael doing the fever choreo some justice
once the song ends, seol takes a long deep breath as she wipes the sweat trailing down her face, her chest rising and falling. she then turns to her manager. "how many songs until we won that week worth of samgyup, unnie?"
"five more."
"five more!?" the txt members exclaim as they look at their manager incredulously.
"seven songs, seven days in a week. i think that's fair, considering i will spend my money in this deal."
txtified i was going to disagree, but manager yongsun is onto smth
oldersisterseol manager yongsun is secretly a moa part 190304
mysoob manager yongsun giving us txt dance covers we're praying for our whole life
nationsbffs reasons why manager yongsun is the best manager to exist in the whole world
"fine! it's okay, guys. i'm sure the songs won't be hard." hyunseol gathers her members. "if they are though, i can just step in to dance the whole thing and if you guys know the chorus, you can join so that i can rest a little bit, okay?" the members then nod. hyunseol gently pats her members' shoulders as she throws her manager a pointed look. "we will get that week worth of samgyeopsal, no matter what happens."
with a smirk, yongsun could only say, "we'll see" before another song starts to play. the txt oldest looks at the former with a shake of her head. "you're doing moas favor, unnie. aren't you?"
"they're your partners, right? why don't you guys give in to their requests?"
"fine. moas are lucky i love them." hyunseol breathes out and licks her lips before she starts dancing to exo's the eve.
oldersisterseol ayo, the eve? seol dancing to the eve?? we're being fed good today and i can't even complain
withtxt to manager yongsun, i hope both side of your pillows are cold. i hope your charger never gets pulled out. i hope you don't stub your toes at the side of the couch. i hope you don't step on legos while barefoot. i hope you always take a warm shower. i hope your headphones work at every angle
withseol i have a feeling that manager yongsun will trend later
chaewon decides to look away from the 5'11 foot idol and throws yunjin a look to see the latter in a daze with the latter's eyes focused on hyunseol. she then looks back at the idol and smirks, keeping in mind to ask yunjin about this later.
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"good job, you won the deal!"
"woohoo~" hyunseol weakly cheers and raises her arms, laying down on the floor as her members loudly cheers, clapping and jumping around.
"thank you, seol noona!"
oldersisterseol seol giving a reason why my name exists
txtified i need me some seol who will do anything to win a deal for someone else
iheartseol imagine seol casually dancing to seven songs to make sure txt will eat good for the whole week, couldn't be me
"you're welcome~" the oldest weakly smiles and huening kai immediately darts out of the room, leaving the rest of txt members confused.
the rest of towerz line, yeonjun and beomgyu help the oldest to the couch. suddenly, the practice room door opens and everyone in the room, including the six girls and the two managers get startled before looking at the door to see huening kai holding a plastic bag filled with water bottles. "here, hyungs and noona."
thank you, seol mouths as she watches huening kai uncapped her water bottle before she drinks, her throat feeling contented with the water.
hyukaa when the maknae takes care of their members
trustingtxt no wonder txt loves their maknae
beombeom txt is that group that can rely on each other and that's why i will always stand by them
soobin then grabs the camera. "that will be for today's vlive, everyone! i hope you enjoy that as much as we did. bye-bye!"
"bye, moas!" the txt members wave when the leader pans the camera their way. seol smiles as she weakly signs, bye, i love you, moas.
iheartseol what did my wifeyyy said???!!! what did she saiddd??
withtxt byee my tubatu 🫶🫶
thinkliketxt you can now take a rest, seol. u did a great job today ! 🫶
"okay, i ended it. thank god that's over."
"you're really evil, noona." taehyun breaks the silence as he looks at his manager. "making us dance to seven full audio songs. good thing seol noona knew the choreo of those songs."
"hey, at least you guys will be eating good for the whole week and i'll be spending my salary on you guys." the manager shrugs. "right, seol?"
when the manager received no response, the txt members and yongsun turn their heads to look at the txt's only female member. on the couch lays hyunseol softly and peacefully snoring with the capped water bottle on her lap.
"aww..." the manager then approaches the idol and grabs a tissue from her bag before wiping the sweat on hyunseol's face. she then looks at txt's leader. "soobin, throw that blanket."
once she caught the blanket in her arms, yongsun carefully drapes the soft fabric over hyunseol's gigantic form and smiles to herself, seeing the oldest in a peaceful state.
"noona, seol noona has a schedule, right?" beomgyu whispers, careful not to raise his voice.
"yeah, but she needs rest. they need seol, not the other way around. they need to wait for her, or else she'll arrive there grumpy."
"besides, noona deserves this rest. she just got us a week worth of samgyeopsal. cut her some slack, beom." yeonjun gently pats his fellow towerz member on the back.
"sleep well, noona."
they're so cute and caring to seol, yunjin thinks to herself as she watches txt look at their oldest. she then finds herself at staring at the 5'11 foot idol. chaewon and sakura catch the tall member in the act before catching each other's eyes with mischievous glint in them.
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summary: txt's oldest member, oh hyunseol just want a peaceful life after pandemic with her members, but it seems like fate wants to shake things up.
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Name of the Game
Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader
Summary: When work separates you and Joel to opposite coasts, it's nice to know that things haven't changed [1.2k]
Author's note: IT'S HAPPENING PEOPLE
Warnings: famous Joel au, no outbreak :D, baseball talk, Joel being a shithead, yearning, the lightest touch of sexting
"I hate this, by the way." You say the second the ringing on the other line stops. Joel laughs, and his studio chair squeaks. You keep telling him he needs to replace it, but he's obviously not listening.
"Hello to you, too." He says. You swear you can hear the smirk in his voice. It's been three weeks since you last saw him and the girls. He started recording a new album in Los Angeles, and you got sent off to New York City to shoot for your latest movie. You really didn't think being on opposite sides of the country would affect you two that much, but with the time change, busy schedules, and general exhaustion, you barely have time to talk. Plus, the girls are finishing up this school year, which is always a crazy time for him. You think it would be even if he weren't famous.
"Hi. I miss you." You say as you rummage through your bag for your water bottle.
"This is just temporary. I promise," he says, and you sigh. It's temporary until the next project or album or tour, you think. Your and Joel's work ethic is very similar, and it would be admirable if you didn't both pile so much onto your plate. "I miss you, too."
"How are the girls?"
"They're good. Sarah is stressed with finals and barely comin' out of her room, and Ellie sent me on a wild goose chase last night cause she needed a poster board for a project she's known about for a month. I swear, these girls are gonna put me in an early grave."
"You love them."
"I'd love 'em a lot more if they let me sleep."
"Mhm," you hum as you move to another bag, still looking for your stupid fucking water bottle. At this point, you're ninety percent sure you left it in the makeup trailer. Joel likes to joke that you can't go anywhere without that huge pink monstrosity of a water bottle, but you might be proving him right by frantically looking for it. Joel chuckles at your half-hearted response.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Am I boring you?" He asks, and you smile. You give up on finding it and flop onto your hotel bed as if it were your own.
"Not more than usual."
"Very funny," he says. "How's New York?"
"It's good. I think we've got another week or two of filming. Everybody's doing great work, and the directors are fantastic, but I'm ready to come home."
"It'll go quick. Besides, you're not missin' much here."
"I beg to differ. It sounds like I missed world-famous rockstar Joel Miller battling it out with a fourteen-year-old in a Hobby Lobby at 9pm."
"It was actually a Michaels," he corrects. You can imagine him standing there with his hands on his hips as Ellie scans the different poster board types and asks his opinion. "The girls and I will still be here by the time you get back. They want us all to go out to dinner the second you get home."
"That sounds nice," you say. "Much nicer than long-distance phone calls at one in the morning."
"Yeah, why are you callin' so late? Not that I'm complaining." He asks, even though he's only three hours behind you. You yawn and stretch out on the bed.
"Shooting went late today, and I didn't want to go to bed without talking to you."
"You're getting ready for bed?" He asks, and you hum. His chair squeaks again, and he gets quiet. "What are you wearing?" You laugh at the question and look down at your ensemble.
"Oh, something super sexy."
"Like?"
"A ratty old Cubs jersey and a pair of sweatpants."
"A Cubs jersey?! You're breakin' my heart, baby," he says. "Send me the hotel's address so I can send you an Astros jersey to wear instead."
"I'll wear an Astros jersey when they can win a World Series without cheating."
"At least the Astros can win a World Series. What was the Cubs drought? A hundred and ten years or somethin'?"
"A hundred and eight, thank you very much."
"What if I got it signed by the whole team? Would you wear an Astros jersey, then?"
"No, but I'd give it to your daughters and take the credit for it."
"Now, that," he says. "Is evil."
"One day, I'll take you to Wrigley Field, and you can watch some real baseball. "
"Be careful. I'll take you up on that offer."
"I'm counting on it, cowboy." The line grows quiet on both sides, and you know this is the closest you'll get to him for the next few weeks. You listen to his breathing and imagine his elbows on the desk in front of him, lyric pages scattered around him, and his guitar within reach. You wish you were there so he could pick your brain about a melody or even just walk by and kiss his head when he's deep in thought. In the same way, you wish he was here so he could read scenes with you and bring your favorites in from catering.
"I can't wait for you to come home." He says so softly you almost miss it. You let your eyes close and take a deep breath.
"Me neither."
"It's late. You should probably sleep."
"Yeah," you yawn. "Tell the girls I say hi."
"I will. I love you."
"Love you." You say and hang up. You put your phone on the charger and try to fall asleep, but your brain is overrun with thoughts of what you need to do the next day on set, things to ask the intimacy coordinator for, and new ideas for scenes. Your phone buzzes next to you an hour later with a text from Joel— a video of him strumming a tune you haven't heard before. He hums lowly as he plays, and the gentle unfinished song continues in your dreams.
The next day is full of shoots, reshoots, touch-ups, and one exhausting scene of running through the streets of Manhattan that the director wanted to shoot at least seven different times. By the time you get to go home, you're sweaty, tired, and have at least thirty unread text messages from Ellie, almost all of them TikTok's that "Oh my god, you have to watch."
When you get to your hotel room, you go to throw your bag on the bed but stop when you see a big box wrapped with a red bow on it. You furrow your brows as you pick up the note attached and read it. For Wrigley Field - JM, it reads. You open the box, and a beautiful new Cubs jersey sits at the bottom with a signed baseball next to it. When you pick it up to look at it closer, it has your last name on the back, and you find an Astros hat at the very bottom of the box. For the World Series, the note reads. You laugh out loud and clutch the royal blue cloth to your chest.
You respond to any and all unread texts, emails, and notifications. After a shower, you slowly start to feel human again. Human enough to shoot a text to Joel.
Ask me what I'm wearing
Uh oh, he responds.
C'mon, you know you want to
What are you wearing?
You smirk at your phone as you shoot him a photo of you wearing the Cubs jersey, the fabric riding up your thighs just enough to show that you're only wearing a pair of lacy black panties underneath. Your phone lights up with his contact photo almost immediately, and you laugh as you answer his call.
"Goddamn," his voice is deep and gravely as he groans. "After that, I think I just might be the world's biggest Cubs fan."
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Every Side | Reid x Reader
Summary: When work cuts their reunion short, Spencer Reid tries to memorize every side of the Reader in the few hours they have together. Reid x fem!Reader, ✨soft smut (non-graphic but still 18+)✨
Author’s Note: I was listening to Vance Joy’s newest album and I heard this song that was just so Spencer I had to sit down and write this!
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The summer evening air is sticky sweet and she is the only thing on his mind. After a week and a half on the road with Rossi leading trainings for local law enforcement, Spencer Reid can’t stand to be away from her another minute. When she opens her apartment door and he runs straight into her arms it’s like he’s whole again. Breathing in the smell of her perfume and burying his face in the familiar soft skin of her neck as her hands smooth over his back.
“God, I missed you,” she sighs.
“Missed you more,” he replies without missing a beat, pressing his lips to that soft skin. He peppers a trail up to her jaw before capturing her mouth in an overdue kiss.
Their fingers are twined together when she leads him over to the couch and he can’t seem to look away from her smiling face. “I’ve got a whole weekend with no plans,” he tells her. “We’re doing anything and everything you want to do.”
“Anything?” she asks, eyebrows raised. “Careful, love, you might regret that.”
“I won’t. Anything you want to do, you name it. Park picnics, fancy dinners, museums visits, road trips –”
“You?”
A laugh escapes his lips, heat rising in his cheeks. “I - well, yes. I’m certainly an option.”
The ability to catch him off guard like this is just one of the many things he adores about her. In some ways their love still feels so new, so much still to be discovered and experienced. At the same time the last eight months have been a lifetime with the way she fits into a space in his heart he thinks she must have always occupied. She brings out the best in him, sees sides of him he wasn’t even sure existed. And he’s hopelessly head over heels for her.
The first thing she asks for is to have dinner together. After a week on the road a home-cooked meal sounds divine, so he sits on the counter chopping vegetables for the curry she’s making and regales her with tales of Rossi’s expensive taste in dining and hotels during their trip. They eat warm naan fresh out of the oven and she pours them both chai lattes and they’re grinning all the way through dinner as they sketch out their plans for the remarkable weekend before them. It’s blissful and silly and right - until they’re doing the dishes together and she’s flicking water at him as he tries to dodge the aim of the soapy suds and suddenly his phone rings.
Her hands freeze and his heart sinks because they both know that ringtone. Sure enough, Garcia is on the other end of the line to explain that a case has escalated while he and Rossi were away. The Bureau wants them out there as soon as possible.
“I’m sorry,” he says the moment he hangs up the phone.
She shrugs, drying her hands on the dishtowel. “I know. But there are lives to save. Where are they sending you?”
“Denver. Serial arson. We fly out at 8 AM tomorrow.” It’s unbearable already, the thought of another few days spent in unfamiliar, empty hotel rooms. Takeout dinners and police station coffee and people that aren’t her. Aren’t the one he loves, the only one he wants to see right now.
“I guess you gotta go home and pack then, huh?” It’s less of a question than a resignation, an understanding admission of defeat. Deferring her own desires to his duties so easily.
That surrender something stirs in his chest and he shakes his head. There’s only one thing he needs right now. “No.” She looks up at him, eyes wide. “No, I have a go-bag ready at the office. I might not be able to give you everything you wanted this weekend. But I can give you one thing.” Reid cups her face, pulling her to him. Those wide eyes of hers search his as he leans in to kiss her, his teeth grazing over her bottom lip. “And you can give me something to remember you by.”
Her breath catches and her hand traces up his chest. “When did you get so smooth, Doctor Reid?”
“Around the time I realized how much I liked the sound of you calling me doctor.”
They meander their way into her bedroom, giggling like teenagers as they undo buttons and remove layers, fingertips wandering every which way. When he finally gets his shirt off, she places the softest of kisses to his collarbone, her touch warm against his chest. “Are you sure you’re okay spending the night here?” she asks.
“Very. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.” He sinks down onto the bed and wraps his arms around her waist. From there it’s easy to press his face to her chest. He can hear her heartbeat as he presses his mouth to the valley between her breasts. “All I want is to be with you. All I ever want is you.”
That confirmation is all she needs to join him on the mattress, straddling his hips as she tangles her hands in his hair. Pulls just a little bit, just enough to elicit a groan she catches in a kiss. The taste of tea still lingers on her lips and he wants to savor it, drink in the way she feels and the warmth of her tongue.
When she leans back to catch her breath her eyes find his, so full of longing. The way she looks at him makes him melt on the spot. It’s the way she sees him, the way she knows him, a gaze that leaves no room for misunderstanding. He can feel it, feel her, and he needs more of her. His greedy hands roam over her body, down the plane of her back before finding the curve of her ass. A soft squeeze before his touch travels across her hips and he pushes her panties down her legs. She whimpers at the brush of his fingers over her heat and god, he’s so hard already.
Being with her is like nothing he’s ever felt before. Every touch is so loud, every sensation amplified, but it’s never too much, not when it’s her. With her, every second of passion is laced with something stronger. He realized it early in their relationship - the way he felt more connected to her than he ever had with anyone else before. It’s that love that makes it all feel so much more. How she trusts him so completely, how he finds himself telling her all his secrets without any fear, how she makes him feel so safe. So loved. So enough.
“You’re sure taking your time,” she murmurs, hands clutching bedsheets.
He looks up from between her legs, tongue swiping over the wetness on his lips. “It’s a luxury I don’t have enough of,” he tells her.
He bows his head once more and she cries his name. “I miss you already. Miss you so much.” A tear slips down her cheek and he crawls up close to her to wipe it away.
“You have me now.” He kisses the corner of her eye, tasting saltwater. “I’m right here.”
It’s intimacy in every sense of the word, he thinks, that turns the heat of arousal into a forest fire. Sets all of him ablaze beneath her lips, makes every single motion feel so magnificent.
He loves her. He loves her so much he cannot fully tell her in words. Only in closeness, in contact, in the fine, tender frenzy of the flesh.
The summer night unfolds outside her window as she lays back on the bed and opens herself to him like a gift. A perfect, pretty offering. He treats her with the proper reverence such a sacred thing deserves. Devotes himself to every inch of her in an attempt to make up for lost time. While he has been blessed with an eidetic memory, Reid has come to find that no memory quite does her justice. Nevertheless he commits himself to finding and kissing every spot, every scar, every square inch of her skin. Tries to hold on to every sound she makes, each moan or mewl, each time her breath hitches and she begs for him by name. He will memorize every side of her to stave off the loneliness the road demands.
In a hotel room alone he will close his eyes and replace every monster of the criminal abyss with replays of these moments. Her eyes shining like stars as she looks up at him through her lashes, the way her lips part in a gasp, the softness of her hand on his cheek and her kisses sprinkled across his jaw. These memories will be his solace in the days to come, but he tries not to get too lost in holding on when he can simply hold her; and so he tries to be present in the now without worrying about tomorrow.
Tonight, he is all hers, and she holds him so tight as he buries himself between her thighs again and again and again.
The air is sticky and sweet as they find new ways to say I love you without words. And when they are both thoroughly spent he goes to open her window, letting the late night breeze cool the bedroom. She falls asleep quickly, which takes him by surprise until he notices the clock on her nightstand signifies that tomorrow is today now. In just a few hours the sun will rise and he will be crossing time zones once more.
Despite the early start to his day, he stays awake a little longer just to look at her. He listens to the symphony of her breathing, watches her shoulders rise and fall. Sweat still paints her face, her hair is wild on the pillowcase, and even in her sleep she smiles. And he loves every side of her. The sighing lover who licks a stripe down his belly, the laughing girl who splashes him at the kitchen sink, the patient listener of his many rambles, the knowing smirker glancing at him from behind a book, the love of his life fast asleep under the moonlight looking as peaceful as he has ever seen. Every piece of her has a place in his heart and tonight he just wants to love all of her for a little bit longer.
“I love you,” he whispers as dreamland calls to him. Hoping that somehow she’ll hear him.
His sleep is brief. An alarm on his watch is muffled by the pillow he stuffed it under. Reid rises slowly and quietly in the dim morning light. He dresses haphazardly and writes her a quick love note. In the bathroom he finds the t-shirt she sleeps in next to a bottle of her perfume. He snags the shirt and spritzes it with the fragrance, knowing she won’t mind if he borrows it for just a few days.
Something else to remember her by, to keep her close to him.
The train to Quantico is mostly empty. He holds his messenger bag tight in his arms, daydreaming of her still. He’s not quite sure when he’ll be back, but what he’s sure of is this: when he comes home, he will ask her to move in with him. Because he can’t stand the thought of being away from her for a second more than he absolutely must. Without her, his world won’t quite be whole. In a matter of months, she’s become his whole world.
Sitting on the jet, his phone buzzes with a text from her. I love you too, it reads.
He smiles. Leaning back in the seat, he puts it back into his pocket as start their journey up into the sky. The sun is high in the early morning sky, painting the world orange and gold on every side and he closes his eyes, playing back in his mind every moment with her that he’ll miss until she is in his arms again.
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