#I knew this stage was coming so I’ve done my best to prepare for it but I still feel dumb a lot when I can’t answer things

[harmonizewithechoes]

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[ducktoo]

Syncing Dream [Aespa x M!Reader]

23. Who do you like?

Note: Here comes my favourite arc. Whose solo was everyone’s fav btw?

Masterlist here

The energy in the practice room was at an all-time high. Aespa had just received the official confirmation that their world tour was happening.

Yes. Synk Road: Parallel Line got the green light.

Even better, each member was preparing their own solo stages. The excitement was palpable as the girls bounced ideas off each other, rehearsed choreography, and fine-tuned their individual songs. The tour was going to be huge, and everyone knew it.

Y/n was doing his usual rounds, making sure everything was in order—managing schedules, checking on the set designs, and coordinating with the staff. But today, there was something different in the air. Something… was Up.

“…I feel uncomfortable.”

He should’ve sensed the impending doom earlier. Maybe it was the way the girls had been whispering amongst themselves, or the way Karina had been giving him sly looks all afternoon. But he was so busy with preparations that he didn’t see it coming—until it was too late.

It started innocently enough. Winter, with her mischievous smirk, sauntered over and leaned casually against the mirrored wall. “So, idiot, we’ve been talking…”

Y/n’s senses immediately went on high alert. “Stop. I don't trust whatever is coming out next.”

"Whyyyy!" Winter whined, having that signature pout on her face.

"Everytime you start with "we've been talking" or whatever, I have to choose stuff that's scarier than choosing my university."

Karina joined in, stepping closer with that unreadable expression she often wore when she was plotting something. “Well….We were just wondering something.”

Giselle and Ningning were already flanking him on either side, locking his arm like preparing for an execution. He could practically feel the walls closing in as all four of them surrounded him, cutting off any possible escape routes. Heck, he could feel a blade hanging on top of his neck.

Y/n put on his best poker face. “Okay… what is it?”

Ningning grinned wickedly. “You’ve heard all our solo songs by now, right?”

Oh no. The blade was loosening. He could see where this was going.

Y/n tried to play it cool, flashing a nervous smile. “Uhuh…I’ve heard them. All of them rocks.”

“That’s not what we’re asking,” Winter chimed in, leaning a little closer. “We want to know—whose solo song do you like the best?”

The blade was really loose now, hanging on a thread!

The question hit him like a truck. His eyes darted from one girl to the next, desperately searching for an escape route, but there was none. They had him trapped, and they knew it. “Uh… I mean, they’re all great! You’ve each got your own vibe, and honestly, you’ve all done an amazing job—”

“Nice try, idiot.” Karina cut him off, her arms crossed as she raised an eyebrow. “But we want specifics.”

“Yeah, we’re not letting you out of this one,” Giselle added, a sly smile on her face. “You have to pick.”

Ningning, ever the playful one, made a show of fake-loading finger guns and aiming them at Y/n’s chest. “Come on, Y/n-oppa. Tell us the truth. Whose song is your favorite?”

Y/n felt the sweat starting to form on his brow. This was a no-win situation. If he picked one, the others would never let him hear the end of it. But if he didn’t pick, they’d torment him until he did. “Guys, c’mon… I haven't even seen the choreo. You can’t seriously expect me to choose—”

“We seriously do,” Winter said with a teasing grin. “And you better pick wisely.”

Y/n groaned internally. “Alright, fine. But no one gets mad, okay?”

The girls exchanged knowing looks, each with their own smirk. “Sure, sure,” Karina said, clearly lying.

Y/n sighed, taking a deep breath. His mind raced as he tried to figure out how to get out of this unscathed. “Okay, let’s see… Rina-ya, your song is so powerful and swag, it’s like this anthem of boss girl. Giselle, you're popping off with your vocal and rap, and your song is just Gen-Z material. Ningning, your voice is stunning, and your song will flip everyone's expectation and certainly won't be like your song title. And Minjeong…”

Winter tilted her head, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. “Yes?”

“…Your song is really sparkling. Like, really sparkling.” He knew what he was saying.

The room went silent as all four girls stared him down, waiting for the real answer. He knew they weren’t going to let him off the hook with vague compliments.

Karina folded her arms and narrowed her eyes. “That’s all nice and flattering, but we want a name, Y/n. Whose solo is your favorite?”

Y/n could feel the weight of their gazes pressing down on him. This was it. There was no backing out now. “Okay, okay… If I had to pick, and I mean really had to… then I’d say…”

He paused, looking around at their eager faces. “Spice it up. Up. Up. Roll Up”

There was a brief moment of stunned silence.

Then, all hell broke loose.

Winter’s jaw dropped in shock, her eyes wide with betrayal. “What?! Jimin-unnie?!”

Giselle burst out laughing, slapping Y/n on the shoulder. “Wow! Didn’t see that one coming.”

"…yea, it's on my head for like a while now."

Ningning shook her head, pretending to wipe away a tear. “I thought we were friends, Y/n… but apparently, Karina-unnie’s anthem of girl crush wins.”

Karina, meanwhile, was basking in her victory. She shot Y/n a smug grin, clearly pleased with his answer. “See? I knew you had good taste.”

Winter, still reeling, crossed her arms and gave Y/n a mock glare. “I can’t believe this. After all the friendship, after all the memories… you didn’t pick me?”

Y/n raised his hands defensively, trying to fend off the inevitable backlash. “Ya, you told me to be honest! Plus, I'm being held like I'm at an execution!”

“Oh, you’re panicking alright,” Ningning teased, joining Winter’s side. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”

Karina, still enjoying the chaos, playfully nudged Winter. “Don’t worry, Minjeong. I’m sure he likes your song. He just prefers mine, you know? Can’t blame him.”

Winter shot Karina a side-eye, half-annoyed and half-amused. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Oh, I definitely am,” Karina said with a wink, flipping her hair dramatically. "It's a win, after all."

Y/n, meanwhile, was trying to defuse the situation. “Listen, I love all your songs! You’re all amazing! I was just put on the spot—”

“You were not just put on the spot,” Winter interjected, her teasing tone laced with mock hurt. “You chose Karina. That’s a choice.”

Giselle, ever the peacemaker, laughed and threw her arm around Y/n. “It’s alright, Jeong. He’s just one guy. We all know who the real favorite is.”

Ningning nodded vigorously. “Yeah, don’t worry, Minjeong-unnie. You still win in my book.”

Winter sighed dramatically, though a small smile tugged at her lips. “Fine, fine. I’ll let it slide this time.”

Y/n let out a relieved sigh, but it didn’t last long.

“Still,” Winter added, leaning in close to Y/n with a mischievous glint in her eyes, “I will annoy the sht out of you for not choosing my song. Big time.”

Y/n chuckled nervously. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

“Nope!” the girls chorused in unison.

As the playful bickering continued, Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Sure, he had picked Karina’s song in a moment of panic, but the teasing and chaos that followed had a strange charm to it. It was these moments—when they could laugh and joke, even in the midst of preparing for something as big as a world tour—that made everything worthwhile.

As the girls finally let him off the hook and returned to practicing, Y/n muttered under his breath with a grin, “Next time, I’m rolling a dice.”

-

A few weeks had passed since the "solo song" incident, and the tour preparations were in full swing. The members were practicing day in and day out, perfecting their solo performances, refining their choreography, and tweaking every little detail to make sure everything would be flawless on stage. Y/n, ever the diligent manager, was always nearby, making sure things ran smoothly—though he couldn’t shake off the memory of being cornered by the girls about his favorite song.

Winter, especially, had been keeping an eye on him ever since that day. She hadn’t forgotten that Y/n had chosen Karina’s song.

Like, at all. She was salty. This girl kept hanging around Y/n like moth to a flame, trying her best to hypnotize her childhood friend to like her song more.

If this path doesn't work, then dig another, she thought. And Winter hit the jackpot.

Today, the energy in the studio was buzzing. They were getting close to wrapping up the final details of the choreography for each solo, and things were falling into place beautifully. Karina’s solo had become a powerhouse performance, Giselle’s Gen-Z stage oozed charisma, Ningning’s vocals were melting hearts, and Winter’s choreography had finally reached its peak.

Y/n stood at the back of the practice room, arms crossed, observing each member as they rehearsed. It was during Winter’s turn that he found himself paying a little more attention than usual. Her stage presence had always been undeniable, but there was something about her solo performance that had started to grow on him. Maybe it was the energy she put into it, or the way her movements were so effortlessly smooth, the outfit maybe?

But Y/n couldn’t help but be drawn to it.

Winter caught him watching. As she danced, she shot him a playful glance, her lips curving into a knowing smile. He looked away quickly, trying to play it cool, but the damage was done. She knew she had his attention now.

After her run-through, Winter grabbed a water bottle and casually sauntered over to where Y/n was standing. “So,” she said, her voice teasing, “still leaning towards Jimin-unnie's song? Or have you finally come to your senses?”

Y/n chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Jesus, You’re not gonna let that go, are you?”

“Hell no,” she replied with a grin, taking a long sip of her water. “I’ve got my pride, you know.”

Y/n laughed, his eyes meeting hers. “Well… if I’m being honest, your song’s been growing on me lately.”

Winter’s eyes lit up, her grin widening. “Seriously?”

He nodded, trying to suppress a smile. “Yeah, I mean, the choreography’s killer, and the vibe just… fits you, I guess. You’ve got this natural energy that really comes through. It’s hypnotizing to watch to be honest.”

Winter practically beamed at the compliment, her face lighting up like she’d just won a prize. “You finally admit it! Took you long enough.”

Y/n laughed, shaking his head. “Hey, I never said I didn’t like your song. You guys put me at gun point back then.”

“Mhm, sure,” she said, giving him a playful nudge. “But it’s good to know I’ve won you over. Your attention on me only, please”

Y/n smiled, genuinely happy to see her so excited. “Yeah, you’ve got me. It’s definitely my favourite now.”

Winter’s smile softened, and for a brief moment, the teasing atmosphere between them melted into something more sincere. “Thanks, Y/n. That means a lot.”

Before the moment could get too serious, Karina suddenly called out from across the room, her voice laced with amusement. “Hey, what’s going on over there? You confessing that Minjeong's your favorite now?”

"Song." Y/n glared. "Minjeong's song. You forgot that word, Yoo Jimin-ssi."

Giselle and Ningning immediately joined in, their teasing voices filling the room. “Oooh, are you switching teams?” Ningning grinned, clearly enjoying the drama. “I thought you were all about Jimin-unnie!”

Giselle smirked, crossing her arms. “Looks like someone’s changed his mind.”

Y/n threw his hands up in mock surrender. “Come on, guys, don’t start this again.”

Winter, however, was absolutely basking in the attention. “That’s right, he did change his mind,” she said with a triumphant smirk. “I win. Take that, Yoo Jimin.”

Karina shot Winter a playful glare. “Oh, so that’s how it is now? Just because your song has some cool choreography, you think you’ve got him?”

Winter shrugged innocently. “I don’t think, I KNOW.”

Ningning giggled, shaking her head. “Well, this just got interesting.”

Giselle chimed in with a grin. “You better watch out, Karina. Winter’s stealing your spotlight.”

Y/n groaned, running a hand through his hair as the teasing intensified. “Great, it's Rina vs Minjeong for the nth time.”

Karina, though, wasn’t about to let Winter have all the fun. “Alright, Y/n, you may have switched to Winter’s side, but just remember who’s got the anthem of boss girl,” she said, raising an eyebrow in mock challenge. "First impression is always good."

Winter rolled her eyes, still grinning. “Please, I’ve got him now. You’re old news.”

The girls continued their playful banter, each one tossing in their own jabs and teasing remarks as they circled.

Y/n. He stood in the middle of the room, caught in the middle of their playful chaos as they bickered over whose solo song was truly his favorite. Despite the teasing, he couldn't help but laugh. This was just how things were with Aespa—chaotic, fun, and full of energy.

As the laughter died down, Winter gave Y/n a soft nudge. “Don’t worry, you’re forgiven—for now.”

Y/n sighed in mock relief, wiping imaginary sweat from his forehead. “Phew. Thank goodness. I wasn’t sure I’d make it out alive this time.”

Karina smirked, shaking her head. “Just wait until the tour starts. We’ll see how loyal you are then. Full package will be the final factor.”

“Yeah,” Ningning added with a grin, “we’ll have a whole new batch of things to tease you about.”

Giselle nodded, her mischievous smile never leaving her face. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll even switch favorites again. Me, perhaps”

"Or me!" Ningning raised her hand.

Y/n chuckled, knowing full well that they’d never let him off the hook. “I guess I’ll just have to brace myself.”

But as they all returned to their practice routines, a small, genuine smile crept onto Y/n’s face. It wasn’t the teasing or the bickering that got to him—it was the fact that, through all the chaos, they were a team. They supported each other, challenged each other, and pushed each other to be better. And somehow, in the middle of it all, Y/n had found his place with them.

He watched as Winter took her spot in front of the mirror again, preparing for another run-through of her choreography, and his smile grew a little wider. It was moments like these that reminded him why he loved working with Aespa—stupid banters and stuff.

[firstdivisiongirl]

HIIII sorry if you’ve already done this but could you do a ace x fem angst where she’s a mizu mizu no mi user and she’s going through all the 5 stages of greif but can you add revenge

THANK YOU XOXO 😁😁😁😁😁

Hi. I have not done anything like this before. I’ve been kind of obsessed with the thought of Ace having a s/o who is a water user. So I’m so thrilled that you sent this in. It’s a weird set up, but it’s for a reason. I hope you enjoy it!

WARNING: Angst, Spoilers, Mentions of depression

(Ace x Fem Reader) Waves of Grief

Denial.

He was going to come back.  You knew it!  That was just a joke.  That’s what you told yourself.  You would go to your favorite spot in the crows nest every day and wait.  He was coming up to spend time with you.  Right?

Anger.

You wish he’d just listen to Pops and let Teach  go.  He was such an idiot.  He should have controlled his anger.  He should have ignored Akainu and ran.  But of course he couldn't because he was so dense.  He wasn’t the only one you hated.  You wished they would have stopped him every step along the way.  You wished you had convinced him to stay!

Revenge.

You wanted to go after them ALL!   Akainu. Blackbeard.  You wanted to make them suffer like you.  You knew you could.  You were water.  And that was a Devil Fruit’s weakness.  You created a plan.  You had started making preparations.  You had found their current locations.  You were ready to avenge his death.  Until, Marco stopped you from going.

Bargaining.

What if I went with him? What if this, what if that.  You prayed and prayed that he would come back.  There were so many ifs.  You wished you could be sent back to change it all.  And if you were, you would be the best girlfriend and daughter in the world.

Depression.

Emptiness was all you felt.  You wanted to do nothing.  Not without Ace.  He might have been fire, but opposites attract.  Without him, you felt like there was no place to call home anymore.  Nothing made you happy.  You were numb.  Everyone tried to help you, but nothing helped you feel better.

Acceptance.

He was gone.  You knew that.  It still hurt, but it was time to go on.  Not because you didn’t love him.  You did it because that’s what he would want his favorite girl to do.  As you sailed on the ocean, in his striker he so loved.  You still knew he was there, but in spirit.  As you moved the striker with your water, you remembered his dying words.  The ocean continues to move even when everything seems hopeless.  Be the ocean.  Continue to move.  Thank you for loving me Y/N.”

Please do not copy, modify, translate, or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs or likes are highly appreciated!

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Which members promotions were your favorite so far? Hobi might win for me because that listening party was super fun and Lollapalooza was crazy. Also More sits at the same table as SMFpt2 for me as far as being really shocking and exciting when it dropped!

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Hi Anon!

Nothing beats Yoongi’s D-DAY tour for me. My god what an experience. I was fortunate to attend multiple stops and I still have fever dreams in the middle of the day remembering how hard I was screaming along to Burn It and Huh, how my friend burst into tears during Snooze, how I choked up a bit during Life Goes On and finally lost it on The Last. The encore tours gave me the emotional equivalent of a blood transfusion. Seeing Jimin, Namjoon, and Jungkook on stage in a proper concert setting for the first time in almost a year, was really the best parting gift and I’ll always be grateful to Yoongi for it. I love that man very, very much.

That cute practice session Yoongi did for the ‘I’m so cute’ or whatever challenge with Jimin too, subbing ARMYs with screaming plushies and the live he did reading fan messages teasing us about his seven tattoo… and then that cheeky reveal after the tour ended…

Yoongi gave me everything and more with his album and the tour.

Other members too:

- SeokJin going to Argentina to promote The Astronaut with Coldplay was incredible. The planning and organizing behind that feat couldn’t have been easy but somehow they made it work and LatAm ARMYs were finally able to see at least one Tannie for the first time in a long while. That really was amazing.

- Taehyung’s Tiny Desk performances are 🤌🏽

- I loved how Jimin really thought outside the box with his promotions, choosing to go on many really fun Korean variety shows. These are shows BTS either hadn’t done ever or in something like 5 years. A lot of my K-ARMY friends loved how Jimin seemed to prioritize them fully in ways that hadn’t been done for a while.

- I tried hard to attend Joon’s small concert but work commitments didn’t allow that possibility, but I also really love his promotion choices. My partner (surprisingly) has become a tiny bit obsessed with Joon’s Tiny Desk performance lol, so I suspect Joon has gained a new fan.

- Think I’ve already talked about how Hobipalooza was the concert highlight of 2022 for me. Hobi had such a short time to put everything together, and I’m proud of him for going out of his comfort zone a bit sending out invites and throwing the launch party. I loved seeing him just celebrate his success, seeing the other members chill out and have a good time.

- It was nice seeing that at least one member did not forget Europe exists with their promotions (😭), so I’m glad Jungkook could make the trip over to promote Seven in the UK.

The rapline’s album projects are easily some of the best releases this year in any genre for me. And I’m not even trying to be biased. Corroborated by critics reviews, each album is a solid, cohesive, and cerebrally stimulating piece of art and I’m so proud of them for putting it together. It’s easy to see how BTS has become the biggest band in the world when you have these three men who can stand as respected artists in their own right, being the bedrock of the music created by BTS for the last 10 years.

Jimin’s debut with FACE ended k-pop in 2023. I’m not sure if you’re aware, but the industry as we know it, life as we know it, Jimin as we knew him, ended in March 2023. What Jimin did with Set Me Free Pt 2 still gives me goosebumps when I think about it. That song was a warning shot, a small mercy to the industry to warn them in advance of who Jimin is prepared to become as a solo artist and as Jimin of BTS, and I cannot overstate how excited I am for his next project. FACE as an album is the complete package. His songs are just good. Like, actually good. Good enough to play anywhere and any time. That’s the kind of music Jimin makes. Imagine hearing Face-off in a concert arena… imagine hearing the intro play before he comes on stage. Can you even imagine….

Lol I’m starting to hurt myself with these imagines.

Taehyung’s album too is very good (though these days it only gets plays from me in the evenings). And while Seven isn’t my favorite release, it’s still a well made song that Jungkook of course has done a phenomenal job with. Twice now he’s had to promote it outdoors in very bad weather and he’s kept his vocals stable and well projected. He’s working hard and I’m hoping it translates well into work done for his solo album debut later this year.

I have almost no complaints in the debut solo showcases from all the members, in their promotion styles, and in the overall presentation. These albums were all very decent and respectable first showings from the members of the biggest group in the world. The response from the general public and professional critics has been very favourable, and the fandom has supported each member to be as successful as one would expect for anyone from BTS.

I’m a very happy ARMY in Chapter 2 ^_^

[thestarkerisobvious]

The Dick Pic

“I have no idea what the fuck you are talking about!” Peter whispered angrily. Except he wasn’t exactly whispering anymore. This was the strangest conversation he had ever had in his life, restaurant or no. He was beginning to lean into the strange.

“Oh my god. One minute I’m working up the nerve to admit that I still dream about what happened in Paris and the next minute we’re discussing why it’s wrong that I want to… I don’t even know what. This is insane.”

Tony just shook his head. He was being pretty clear, he thought. “We’re talking about whether or not you want to fuck me, that’s what we’re talking about. Because that’s just not something I’m into. But if it’s something you’re into, I’ve got no trouble with you finding it elsewhere. Well, actually I do, but I’m prepared to adjust my expectations.

“I’m sorry I sent you the wrong kind of dick pic and I have no idea why you think I was thinking of that, but I’m just about at the end of my rope. I’m in over my head here.”

“The only time I’ve ever gotten a picture like that was from someone who had very different ideas about my sexual tastes. It’s pretty much a ‘sit on this’ pic, don’t you think?”

There were tears behind Peter’s eyes. All of his talks to himself about ‘patience’ were drying up. He didn’t have it in him to explain what Paris had meant to him, at least not in a public place. Maybe in the dark, in Tony’s arms, maybe. But not while the man was spouting nonsense.

He took a deep breath. “No, Tony. It was a, you told me it was ‘gorgeous’ pic. It was a, you told me you ‘want to suck on it’ pic. For god’s sakes Tony, you told me once you wanted me to c… to leave a wet spot on your bed for you to find when you got home. I’m sorry about your past lovers but I’m not really responsible for them. I’m only responsible for myself.” His voice broke a little. He wasn't feeling very responsible right now.

Dammit, he had done everything right. He had been the proper amount of sexy and tried to hide all the shyness. He had tried to be bold when Tony wanted him to be bold. He had been patient. He had been positive. He was even attempting to have this incredibly personal conversation in a public place because Tony wanted to. He had done his best. But his best wasn’t good enough.

“Jesus Peter, how many different ways do I have to tell you this. I love you. I love what we do in bed together. There are directions I’m willing to expand into that and explore, but me getting fucked isn’t one of them. It’s not something I’m into. It wasn’t even something I was into back when I was young enough that that was all anyone wanted me to do. It’s just that’s the way it goes when you’re the age I was then. But eventually you get old enough to tell the other guy ‘no, I’d rather fuck you instead’. So, if you’re getting to that age, we’re going to have to talk in terms of how you can get what you want in that direction, because it isn’t going to be me.”

Tony had been keeping his voice calm and quiet the whole time, not even letting his exasperation come through in any way except his word choices. Peter was a smart kid, surely he understood the words that were being said.

Peter pressed his water glass against his face. He knew his skin was flushed and he felt overheated. He took the napkin from his lap and dipped it in the ice water and dabbed his forehead. It was probably a rude thing to do in this expensive restaurant, but what the hell? It couldn’t be worse than discussing the angle of the dick pic on Tony’s phone.

He took a deep breath and tried to say something that made sense. “Well, I guess I should say thank you for thinking that I’m old enough to be changing my tastes… I guess. If that’s really a thing you outgrow. But this is all coming out of left field for me.”

Taking another deep breath he thought back over what Tony had said. “And I love you too. I’m sorry people did things to you when you were young that you didn’t like. But if this is a ‘stage’ for me, a ‘stage’ I’m going to ‘grow out of’, I’d estimate you have another good ten to twenty years before that happens. I can’t see ever getting tired of it. But I guess you know better than I do… except…

“Except…” he said, looking back into Tony’s face. He could talk about science. Science was easy.

“Except it seems like you think we are both going to have the same experience, and the data doesn’t point that way. The data doesn’t point at all. You’re talking about societal expectations versus actual personal preference and there’s no reason to assume I’m going to ‘grow out’ of being… who I am.”

“It’s not a thing some people outgrow, but others do. There’s a certain expectation that the younger person bottoms, but then, as they start getting older, they find out that’s not really their thing. Or that they’d been putting up with it because they were expected to, even if they didn't like it much… or at all.

“Other guys don’t outgrow it. They’re just that way. Which is what I was hoping it would be with you. Because, if you wanted to, if it was a dealbreaker and you’d leave me over it… I guess… it’s not unendurable if it wasn’t often.”

Deep breaths and factual statements were helping incredibly. Tony’s voice was calm and that helped too. Speaking calmly and factually about these things means that things were actually okay — they could talk about more personal, painful things later. In private. Hopefully while naked.

“Well, I appreciate that your generation couldn’t exactly go to the library and do as much research as I did when I first identified as gay, so there's that…

"But, help me out, Tony. I sat down at dinner and suddenly you start talking about me ‘leaving you’ and I’ve got whiplash here. Literally the last thing I sent you was a picture of a squirrel..."

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[roguerevieweradl]

Heathers Review (Pelican Productions) - 12/09/2024

Stepping into Heathers, I knew we were in for a wild ride, but I wasn’t prepared for the sheer power and presence of this cast. 

Tayla Prime as Heather Chandler was an absolute force of nature. She dominated the stage with so much authority that I found myself genuinely intimidated from the audience! I wouldn’t dare cross her Chandler—if I were in Westerberg High, I’d be running for the hills. It was a performance that oozed confidence and power, embodying the iconic ‘mythic b****’ perfectly.

Teagan Garvey as JD had some great moments, especially in the beginning where he played up JD’s charm to a T. His descent into madness was compelling, with Garvey really showcasing the complexity of the role. There were a few moments where his vocals fell a little flat, but overall, he was stellar and brought a lot to the table.

Then there’s Samantha Keough as Veronica—wow. I have never been so in awe of a voice. She didn’t just deliver; she owned the character, adding her unique vocal flair rather than just doing a by-the-numbers version of Veronica. I’d go so far as to say she’s one of the best Veronicas I’ve seen in Adelaide!

Caitlin Laventure as Heather Duke was a standout for me. Talk about a triple threat—the dancing, the singing, the acting, all flawlessly executed. I honestly can’t believe she isn’t already a staple in the professional scene. It was hard to keep my eyes off her whenever she was on stage.

Lily Horton-Stewarts Heather McNamara was another highlight. "Lifeboat" was a real emotional journey, and she took the audience right along with her. I could feel her anxiety bubbling under the surface, and when it broke, it was powerful. A beautifully crafted performance.

And then, Darcie Yelland as Martha—my heart. She brought so much warmth and life to Martha that you just wanted to give her a hug. By the time "Kindergarten Boyfriend" hit, I was a complete mess. It’s a challenging role to pull off, but Yelland absolutely nailed it.

I have to mention my favorite duo of the night: Zach Bartlett and Freddie Windle as Kurt and Ram. These two bounced off each other perfectly, delivering the humor and energy the roles require. They’re an iconic duo, and I truly hope to see them working together in the future!

Hannah Brown as Ms. Fleming brought so much life to the ditzy teacher role. You could really sense how much she cared about her News Crew… which made for a lot of laughs. I thoroughly enjoyed watching her performance!

The song of the night had to be ‘My Dead Gay Son’. The dads, Leo Sage and Hanno de Klerk, absolutely nailed it! The audience couldn’t stop clapping, and we just wanted more. Well done to both actors for a standout performance.

The ensemble deserves massive credit as well. The choreography and vocals were tight and well-constructed, with each piece fitting together like a perfectly synchronized puzzle. You could just feel the joy radiating off the entire cast, which gave the performance an extra spark of magic.

As for the set design, it was nothing short of spectacular. I loved the concept—especially how the brick wall split apart, and the two-story levels made the stage feel dynamic and immersive. I found myself wondering how long it took to build because it was just so beautifully crafted.

The lighting was also brilliantly executed. I loved how they played within the scheme. My favorite moment had to be during the bomb sequence, where the stage transformed into what looked like a disco ball for just a moment, symbolizing the explosion—it was an inventive and effective choice.

Sound was mostly on point. While there were a few minor issues with mics not being turned on in time or some effects coming in late, the sound mix overall was fantastic. Missing a couple of lines didn’t take away from how well everything sounded.

Big shoutout to the creative team. You’ve put on an amazing rendition of Heathers, and I’m excited to see what you all work on next. Overall, this cast for Heathers knocked it out of the park. From powerhouse performances to stellar ensemble work, this show was a treat from start to finish.

[lildashofheaven1]

‘Dancing Queen’

Jamie Campbell Bower x Dancer Reader

Reader is a dancer and Jamie is there for her when she gets injured

“Y/n we’re ready for your tech run in 5!’ I hear getting yelled outside my dressing room

Before i left the room i sat on my chair and got my pointe shoes on.

I heard a knock on my door

“Ill be out in a second!” I reply

The door opened to see my blonde,blue eyed boyfriend smiling at me

“Oh hi love” i smiled as i tied up my second shoe

“Hi darling, you okay?” I stood next to him

“Yeah just kind of nervous, havent properly performed in months” i say as i stroke my leotard ridding it of any fluff etc.

Jamie noticed me looking in the mirror anxiously, fixing my hair and make up etc.

He gently grabbed my hands and said

“Your going to do amazing my love, you always do, your a beautiful dancer and i cant wait to see you in the actual show tonight, now go out there and show everyone what you do best” he said quietly down my ear and he walked me to the door

“Ill be sat in the audience watching my love, break a leg” he smiled as i walked to backstage.

“Jamie took his seat in the audience, he was here because i was only needed to run through my performance and then he’s driving me back to our house.

Tech days simply weren’t fun, i’ve been here for hours just waiting for my turn to run through my performance making sure the lights and music are correct.

As i was stood in the wings, i looked out to see family members and partners sat waiting for my cast mates to be done here.I saw Jamie sat on the third row from the front waiting for me to get on stage, he looked around and saw me in the wings.He smiled and waved at me, i waved back and he blew me a kiss.I heard the performer before me’s music end so it was my turn to go on stage.

I walked on confidently and waited for my music to start

Come on, skinny love, just last the year

Pour a little salt, we were never here

For the first two lines of the song, i start centre stage on my knees with my head in my hands, i raise one arm at a time and lift myself up onto my pointe shoes and begin travelling the stage with grace, i begin my sequence of 6 pirouette’s

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my

After the pirhouettes i got to downstage left and do an arabesque and the run into my Jeté leap across the stage and end the leap with 2 pirouettes.

Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer I tell my love to wreck it all

Cut out all the ropes and let me fall

On these three lines i travel across downstage spinning and when i reach centre stage, i perform a Sauté.

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my

On this line i repeat the 6 pirouettes.

Right in this moment, this order's tall

For this line i run upstage onto the raised segment of the stage and prepare to do the biggest trick in my performance. A double pirouette on the small platform and then leap off of it and land into a split.

While in the air i was supposed to raise my leg above my head and land on my hands and then get into the split.

And I told you to be patient

And I told you to be fine

And I told you to be balanced.

On these lines i started the pirouettes and go to do the leap off of the platform. While im mid air, i try to raise my leg above my head however i underestimated how little amount of time i would have and didn’t raise it high enough in time and landed on my knee fully shattering it on the floor.

3rd person Pov

As y/n landed on her knee on stage, the scream of pain the followed alerted everyone in the theatre that the leap had gone terribly wrong.

Jamie leaped out of his seat at the immediate sign of his lover in pain.

“Y/n!” He yelled out as he jumped over the two rows of seats in front of him and threw himself on the stage with a jump to be with her.

“Y/n my love, where does it hurt?” He said as he moved a few strands of hair from her face.

“My k-knee” she replied in floods of tears.

Both of them knew how bad an injury can be for a dancer, both of them silently praying this wasnt serious.

“Y/n we’ve got medics on the way!” Anthony (the choreographer) said as he walked over and knelt next the girl who was writhing in pain with her head resting on Jamie’s lap.

A few minutes later, we were informed that the medics wouldn’t be able to get into the theatre, so they were going to have to get y/n to the ambulance another way.

“Y/n your gonna have to stand up darling, now if you stand on your other leg ill pick you up okay?” Jamie said to the terrified girl, to which she nodded silently, eyes wide with pain.

Y/n struggled to stand on her other leg while using Jamies arm to steady herself. As soon as they both were up, Jamie lifted her up and carried her bridal style into the ambulance.

“Your gonna be okay my love, you did so well, your gonna be okay” Jamie said as he planted gentle kisses on her knuckles as they drove to the hospital.

[landofzero-archive]

Rouge&Ruby - The Depression of Youth 2

(Location: CosPro offices)

Ibara: …… As a side note, what kind of stage plan do you have for 2wink?

You said you were discussing yet but had yet to finalize it. If necessary, I’d be happy to consult with you on it.

Hinata: Ah~…… Umm. I’m having a hard time there, but I can’t afford to become too dependent on Vice Prez.

We’ll sort it out and find a solution together.

Ibara: …… From what you said earlier, I could only discern Yuuta-kun’s opinion. You also have an opinion don’t you, Hinata-kun?

Hinata: Yeah, I also had a proposal. It didn’t go well with Yuuta-kun though, sadly……

But for the sweets we’re preparing ourselves, I figured that my opinion would be more useful since I actually like sweets.

Yuuta-kun probably wouldn’t be able to eat the chocolate ES prepared for Chocolat Fes.

I have to think of a PR method so I can taste it and the fans will buy it.

Ibara: …… Is that so? You seem to have your own ideas so I’ll refrain from interfering further.

Hinata: You weren’t being…… I really appreciate your suggestion.

But you’re also performing at Chocolat Fes aren’t you, Vice Prez?

Ibara: ? But of course.

Hinata: So Vice Prez is also an idol who conveys his love and feelings to everyone on Valentine’s Day♪

With such an idol and deputy director at CosPro, who’ll move money around like this for us……

You’re also doing a big job by producing Eden for this event. I can’t cause you any more trouble.

Ibara: — Understood. I’m not so soft as to need to be worried about, but I’ll accept your feelings.

Hinata: I’m sorry for coming here at such a late hour.

Is Vice Prez still working?

Ibara: …… I’m thinking of brushing up on the Chocolat Fes project right now.

Hinata: Hyah~. I think I disturbed you when you were already having a rough time……

Well, excuse me. Please do your best, Vice Prez!

Ibara: Of course, take care on your way home.

Hinata: Also, thank you so so much! I’m looking forward to Eden’s performance~♪

Ibara: ………

…… With the stage plan, I can’t help but think something was overlooked.

They shouldn’t be spending a frivolous amount of money or spending it carelessly…… It should be fine.

However, being an idol who conveys his love and feelings……

It’s slightly troublesome since it’s all about “love.”

……… (Faces his PC)

(Idol, deputy director, manager, producer…… No matter what position I’m in, I’m still me.

And no matter my position, I must be the victor of this Valentine’s Day Chocolat Fes.

Creating the perfect stage, displaying Eden’s authority, achieving absolute success, winning the sales battle……

I don’t know how many objectives I’ll pursue, but this is what I’ve always done.

I haven’t lived a life where I can walk without the confidence and determination to pursue two or three rabbits.

That’s why I don’t really care for working on COMP any more.)

…… Tch. The more I look at the plan, the more miserable it looks, and the more disgusted I feel.

Certainly, the management of the idol schools affiliated with CosPro are not irrelevant.

COMP is a project that CosPro came up with for the sake of CosPro.

But even so… It would be fine to be swayed around aimlessly by His Excellency and His Highness, but to have my plans twisted by upper management’s expectations makes me uncomfortable.

Didn’t I fulfill my obligation to some extent with the live shoot the other day?

It’s not a loss to restore our image or to get approval from above but……

Prioritizing it over the goal I’m trying to accomplish now… Isn’t it just getting in the way?

Jun: But I listened to Ibara. There’s still some frustrating parts, but I trust Ibara’s way of doing things, and I thought it was good……

Only this time, a horizontal spear called COMP was inserted into things.

If it’s difficult it’s only going to give you a headache. I’m saying let’s compete with only your plan and our abilities.

Ibara: …… Even without being told. I really knew that since the beginning.

………

(There was SS, and then I was sent COMP. I may have been out of my right mind somewhere along the way.

No, the person who upset me the most was Jun…… But thanks to him I was able to cool my head.

I’m still a long way from being recognized by Jun.)

— Don’t think that everything is easy to obtain. You don’t have to go grabbing everything you can get.

Let’s show that I’m only getting what I truly want!

(In that case, the involvement of COMP is unnecessary after all. Fufu, it feels good to eliminate unnecessary things……♪

Once I get rid of this, I’ll have more time to spare. In other words, I can power up the plan I have in store for Eden……!)

Therefore, as soon as possible—

…… Hm. A new plan has already been put together, my planning ability is outstanding……♪

The sooner you contact him, the better. I’m aware it’s late, but I should call him as soon as possible—

Hello? My apologies for the late call but I have a little question for you……

(Location: ES hallway)

Hinata: Uwah……

(I came back to give him something as thanks for the advice, but the Vice Prez’s energy changed so drastically~!

I wondered if he was having difficulty, but he smiled and got back to work. I’ll avoid bothering him and just go straight home.

For Chocolat Fes, I’ll do the best that I– no, we– can do……!)

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[the-himawari]

A3! Hyodo Kumon - Translation [R] sweet☆kiss (2/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Kumon: Wow, there’s so many makeup tools! How many brushes are there alone? 1, 2…

Azami: Alright already. Let’s get started. I’ve asked Director to lend us her face too.

Kumon: Oh, right! I’m counting on you today!

Izumi: Yeah, same here.

Azami: Alright, we’ll start with the base for now. Get the liquid concealer, Kumon.

Kumon: Let’s see… this one, I think?

Azami: Nope. This one.

Kumon: Oh, that one~!

Azami: *Sigh*… well, I knew there was no way you’d get it from the start.

Kumon: Mm, I’ve watched you a bit during our plays, so I thought I could pull it off.

Izumi: I think it’ll be hard if you just jump into it all of a sudden. How about you start with memorizing the names of the tools, one-by-one?

Kumon: Great idea! Handing things over seems like the most important part of assisting, so I’d like you to start with teaching me the names!

Azami: Got it.

-pause-

Azami: …And that’s that. I went over them two times so you should know ‘em now, right?

Izumi: (Spartan much…!)

Kumon: I think I remember! This is for the concealer and this one is for the foundation. And then, um, this one is…

Azami: Too slow. That’s for contour.

Kumon: I was just about to say that!

Azami: I don’t have time to wait around on the day of, got it?

Kumon: Arghhh… I’m gonna remember it this time. Two more times, please!

Izumi: (You can do it, Kumon-kun…!)

-pause-

Kumon: It’s really bustling here! There’s lots of stalls out too!

Kazunari: Lemme know if you have any requests. I’ll treat you to anything you want once you’re done helping out!

Kumon: Are you sure? Alriiight, I’m gonna give it my all helping!

Azami: Geez, you’re so simple.

Banri: M’kay, should we head to the backyard?

-pause-

Kazunari: Hard at work, I see~! I’ve brought them!

Kazunari’s friend: Oh, that helps. I look forward to working with you two today!

Kumon & Azami: We look forward to working with you!

Kazunari’s friend: I expect it’ll be busy, but do your best!

Kumon: Right, thanks!

Banri: Aight, we’re gonna head out now.

Kazunari: We’ll swing back later!

Staff: The models are coming! We’ll be counting on you!

Azami: Alright, let’s do this.

Kumon: Okay! We got this!

-pause-

Azami: Kumon, hand me the lash brush.

Kumon: Here!

Kazunari’s friend: Can you bring this bracelet over to that model over there, Kumon-kun?

Kumon: On it!

-pause-

Kumon: Azami, what do you need next?

Azami: Eyebrows.

Kumon: This one, right!

Student A: Those two make a great team.

Student B: They’re really in-sync!

Azami: The base is like this, huh? Next up is…

Kumon: Touch it up with the finishing brush and then use a glitter eyeshadow palette for the person next to them, right!

Azami: …! Yeah, that works. Thanks.

-pause-

Azami: *Sigh*, finished… It really was busy as hell.

Kumon: The models kept coming and we had no time to rest!

Kazunari’s friend: Great job, guys. You must be thirsty. Here you go.

Kumon: Thanks!

Kazunari’s friend: You guys were a lifesaver. Thanks. We’re done with the show’s preparations now, so go out and enjoy the festival.

Azami: ‘Kay.

-pause-

Kazunari: You two killed it! My friend was super grateful too!

Kumon: I see. That’s great!

Kazunari: Here’s the yakisoba, sausage, churros and steamed bun Kumopi requested…

Kumon: Yaaay, there’s so much! Thanks, Kazu-san!

Banri: I bet it was tough since it was busy again this year.

Azami: Well, yeah. But Kumon was a huge help in his own way.

Kumon: …! Really!?

Azami: Yeah.

Kumon: Woohoo! It was worth putting so much effort to learn!

Kazunari: Has Kumopi broadened his horizons?

Kumon: Hehe!

Azami: Oi, don’t get ahead of yourself. There’s more to makeup than just that, y’know? A stage and a show are different things and blah, blah, blah… Depending on how you use them, even the tools are so on and so forth…

Kazunari: Now, now, Azamin!

Banri: Welp, Azami’s no different from the demon.

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[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 779

McCoy

The enthusiasm that had been palpable in the air of the auditorium had faded as the admiral spoke. A quick glance had shown McCoy the now worried faces of his friends and classmates. Even Pike, sitting behind the admiral, looked at a loss.

As the admiral prepared to leave the stage, McCoy knew suddenly he had to do something. He knew it had to be him. His acceptance letter from Starfleet had come directly from the board of governing admirals. Christine had shown him hers and it had been addressed from the admissions office. McCoy knew he had some small protection then from what he was about to do.

“I have a question,” he said, standing up.

The admiral looked him over before muttering what he obviously should have left an unsaid thought.

“What do you want to know?” Admiral Kinnear looked down at him, not hiding his disdain.

Just the slightest movement went through McCoy, straightening himself into his best royal posture. His mouth stretched into his politest smile.

“Well sir,” McCoy began in his kindest tone, “I’ve met a few Starfleet officers now, Headmaster Pike for one, Captain Paris and her crew, Winona Kirk, and I’ve been researching the more recent history of Starfleet, and I don’t recall having seen your name. Would you please tell us about your time in the Fleet? Your experience at the academy? The ships you were stationed on? What gave you your promotion to admiral?”

Behind the admiral Lt. Cmdr. Sullivan’s eyes had gone wide. Pike was deliberately keeping his face neutral. McCoy knew he must have hit a nerve with the admiral then. The admiral’s eyes blazed in anger at McCoy. McCoy himself only raised an eyebrow slightly, waiting for an answer.

“Sir?” he asked in a patient voice. Next to him, Christine smothered a noise. McCoy couldn’t say if it was a laugh or a gasp.

Admiral Kinnear’s mouth clamped tightly shut and he began to move off stage again.

“Sir?” McCoy said. “What ships did you serve on? You’re an admiral now, what event gave you that promotion?”

Pike’s face was twitching now McCoy saw.

“Was the academy as miserable for you as you are making it out to be for us?” McCoy asked, keeping his voice as innocent as possible. Scotty was trying to pull at his hand to stop him. McCoy looked down at his fiancé and grinned.

“Wait, sir! Admiral Kinnear… You’re related to the Kinnear’s from the Titan colony? The ones who made it rich in—”

McCoy stopped as the admiral whipped back to face him, fury in his eyes.

McCoy smiled. “I see sir, you are. So, your promotion was from biding your time?”

“Same as it will be for you, your highness, I’m sure,” the Admiral spat out at him.

“Sir!” Sullivan called, looking appalled.

“Timothy,” Pike said warningly.

“I plan to work hard for my promotions, sir,” McCoy said, staring right back at the admiral. “I don’t plan to sit idly by because of who I am.” Just slightly McCoy tilted his head and raised his eyebrow again, daring the admiral to say something more.

Around him, the auditorium was quiet as if everyone were holding their breath.

Admiral Kinnear looked hatefully at McCoy.

“Just you wait,” he began.

“Or what?” McCoy asked, beginning to sit down. “I’ve been tortured by Romulans who were kinder.”

“Leonard!” Scotty hissed at him in shock.

“You’ve done nothing exceptional in your career and you take that out on new recruits,” McCoy said. “You, sir, should be the one reported. Perhaps I will.”

McCoy could hear the muffled giggles behind Christine’s hand pressed tight to her mouth.

Admiral Kinnear straightened up with another glare at McCoy and stomped from the stage. Sullivan hurried after him, still wide eyed in surprise. Pike stood.

“You are all free to go,” he told the assembled students. “Look over your information carefully.” He turned to look right at McCoy. “Leonard, I would like to see you in my office in five minutes.”

A quiet mumble went through the students as they began to stand.

“What were ye thinking?!” Scotty asked, looking as wide eyed as Sullivan had been.

“That was great!” Jim said, moving closer and clapping McCoy on the back. His grin was bright.

“He deserved it,” McCoy said. “I’ll meet you in our room?” he asked Scotty.

Scotty gave a nod. McCoy leaned in for a quick kiss, then began to head out for Pike’s office.

Part 780

Scotty

There was murmuring all around him as the students slowly left the auditorium. Scotty still couldn't quite believe what had happened.

Had Leonard really said all these things to an admiral's face? Was he crazy? The horrible fear of the incident costing Leonard his place at the academy filled Scotty's mind, but he quickly shook his head to force it away. It was the prince of Georgiares they were talking about. Starfleet would never give up on him.

A hand on his shoulder made Scotty turn his head and he looked at Christine who was still grinning.

"You okay there, Scotty?"

He gave her a quick nod, but the blush on his cheeks betrayed him and Christine gently squeezed his shoulder.

"He will be fine, trust me. Plus, he did the right thing. That Admiral Kinnear is really an ass."

Scotty chucked softly.

"Aye, ye're right about that. It's just... I don't want Len to be in trouble."

What would Pike say? Would there be a punishment for Leonard? It was the last thing the prince needed with all the stress of studying for the final exams. Scotty only hoped that the consequences wouldn't be too hard.

"I doubt that he'll be in big trouble. Did you see Mr. Pike's face? I bet he's glad that that admiral got what he deserved."

Christine's words calmed him slightly and together the friends left for the lounge.

Scotty didn't stay too long. For one, he couldn't stand all the gossip about the incident and about Leonard, even though it was mostly good stuff. And for another, he had told his fiancé that he'd wait in their room.

So he got up, excused himself from the lounge and made his way to the stairs. Unfortunately though, he ran into a familar person, when he turned into another hallway.

His information package dropped to the floor and he swore quietly, then looked at the person he had bumped into. Heat flushed to his face.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry, sir," he stammered while he got to his knees to pick up what he had dropped.

Lt. Cmdr. Sullivan was helping him in an instant, picking up some papers. The young man looked just as surprised as Scotty.

"It's okay. I'm sorry too."

Once everything was back in Scotty's arms, both of them got up. However, the situation stayed awkward. After what had happened in the auditorium, no one had planned on seeing Kinnear or Sullivan again. And it got even worse.

"You... are the prince's fiancé, aren't you?"

Scotty nodded slowly. It was strange. To be known by so many people, almost as if he was royal too.

"Aye, Montgomery Scott, sir."

Sullivan gave him a nod.

"Right, right. Your headmaster mentioned your name."

The two of them fell silent for a moment, before the Starfleet officer carefully looked around as if to check if there was anyone close by.

"Is... the prince okay?"

Scotty's brows furrowed. Was the man trying to interrogate him? Was this some sort of trick?

"I... haven't seen him yet."

It was the truth. And the Scotsman was surprised when he saw the look on his counterpart's face.

"Well, I hope that he won't get in trouble. What he said... was true, after all."

Scotty couldn't believe it. Was Sullivan actually on the same side as the students?

"The admiral gave us the same speech once and a lot of students were scared, but... no one dared to speak up. So... just tell Mr. McCoy that... he did good, will you?"

Scotty slowly nodded, blinking in surprise.

"A-aye, sir."

A quick glance on his watch told Sullivan that it was apparently time to go and he quickly said his goodbye and disappeared towards the big door, leading out of the building.

Scotty looked after him for a while, before he simply shook his head and headed upstairs. What an officer.

[lv-iceprince]

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Heyy I’m not sure if you received my message or not😢but I’m glad I wrote it on my notes so I can copy it lol and if you did receive, I’m sorry for sending a duplicate😭I just want to make sure you received it😭

Aww my grandma is cherished by me lol my mom’s bias Yunho and she’s keeps calling him her son🤣but it’s the fact that they saw EVERYTHING at the concert. The hip thrusts, the explicit camera angles, the HAND PLACEMENTS, Mingi cursing (good thing my grandma doesn’t know English lol) like literally Ateez were being bad squishies on stage and my dad saw everything too like it literally had me rolling remembering how my grandma was seeing everything back there but she never mentioned it😂😂

Really? Lol I won’t be going to Australia anytime soon but I do one day, you’ll see me at a kpop concert😂

I really love that so much about the fan community. Idk about Stays yet in person but Atinys, we all literally passed out freebies and stuff, we had a cup sleeve event the day before the concert for Mingi’s birthday, we did dance challenges together, it was sooo fun. I really felt like I was part of the community and got so many compliments on my outfit. They were soo sweet🥹♥️

Nahh fr, it’s like when kpop groups come to America, Australia, and a few others, they release the beast in them and don’t hold back😂😂but I meannnn I’m not complaining lol🤣🤣

Yes I had to do what I had to but next time I’ll be more prepared and consider myself more cuz I sort of did learn my lesson in wearing heels? I mean I knew I was going to suffer but yeah I probably won’t torture myself more than what I already went through lol. And oh ok about the anime👌

Dang that Mars synastry was the end of the world😂😂and awww the hehet aesthetic is the best🥹♥️

No I get it, I overthink so much too and not at all! I’ve been talking to you because you’re so nice and sweet to talk to and you really gave me the initiative to talk since you were into music and that’s what really made me want to get to know you and couldn’t help myself. I really love music so much I got so happy I found someone who writes music like me here🥹I’ve never even requested for any of your works before and I have been reading them for the others you’ve done instead and love them. It’s literally my first time requesting😭

And tell me why, because this goes for me as well. Introverts tend to sound so extroverted online and texting but we’re complete opposites in person?😂😂Because I’m like that but I’ve learned to be more social through work and uhhh experiences so I definitely get it😂😂

I’m so happy to hear you had a great birthday!! But definitely if you need a break, take it and get some time for yourself. We’ll still be here. Awww you’re deserving of love and more♥️����

~🎶

I'm so sorry I didn't respond at the time! but yes thank god for you resending this again because I in fact didn't get it🙃

But yeah I had a huge dumb tourism assignment and immediately had to get ready for the skz concert I just got back from it today actually! Man, it was awesome like the way they were catering for stay, the huge ass stage with the awesome sfx, they just went hard for no reason.

AND OH GOD I HAD THE MOST MAIN CHARACTER MOMENT WITH FELIX AND IT HAPPENED NEAR THE END OF THE CONCERT AND I LEGIT STARTED CRYING. Everyone was cheering and I was crying a whole ass river. I'm literally still trying not to cry rn as I write this but it was just so kind and special in the most aussie way possible. BECAUSE TELL ME WHY FELIX LEGIT GAVE ME SOME KIND OF BIRTHDAY GIFT BECAUSE WHEN THE DAMN LEE FELIX ACKNOWLEDGES YOUR EXISTENCE IN THE NICEST WAY POSSIBLE EVEN WHEN YOU'RE IN THE BACK BACK LIKE HE IS A MONSTER MAKING ME CRY SO MUCH THE MARS IS FUCKING MARSING.

Now back to you! Dude it feels somewhat victorious when even your parents adopt your idols as sons. My mum loves 3racha to infinity but since she knows how much I love Felix she started calling him "sonny boy" But man idk how your mum can still see Yunho as a son when she would have seen it all.

And you know what if you were ever in Australia come on in to a kpop concert it is a time. Honestly back to fandoms, I'm antisocial af so I normally don't talk but when I do talk to them, for the night of the concert they are angels but then we part ways never to speak again lmao.

Thank you for requesting too! I know I keep saying it but I'm so glad you finally requested from me i love having you as an anon too and I don't always need requests but your request had me getting all sparkly on main.

[clarklovescarole]

October 1938: Dancing Shoes

October 1, 1938 – The Evening Independent

Hollywood is taking off its hat to the officials of the county fair of Pomona.

The day before Gable left for the east, he and Carole Lombard visited the fair. Officials announced over a loud speaker in the grandstand:

“We are honored by the presence of Carole Lombard and Clark Gable. Let them have a day of fun by themselves like the rest of us. Let them go where they want without being molested. Please don’t ask them for autographs.”

The crowd was a good sport about it and, as a result, the fair wins tremendous good will in Hollywood.

October 2, 1938 – Los Angeles Times

Carole Lombard. Last of the Hollywood madcaps. At the Santa Fe station saying good-by to Clark Gable. Feeling I might be asked what Carole was wearing when I got home, I said to tone of the Fred Harvey waitresses at the station: “What’s that Carole Lombard is wearing so I can tell my wife?” 

Answer was, “It’s a beige dress.” So I said, “What kind of hat is that?” And the waitress said, “Listen big boy, I’ve got five hungry men here screaming for food. I’m busy. Get yourself another stylist.” Well, anyway, I can honestly say I did my best.

October 4, 1938 – Los Angeles Times

Clark Gable is taking his pals up to the Rodeo in Victorville October 14. Long before he knew Carole Lombard, Yucca Loma was his old camping ground. He’d go out every night rabbit shooting with all the kids.

When celebrity-seekers found out about it, Clark moved on. Nice to know he’s going back because gang up there adore him.

October 4, 1938 – Salt Lake Telegram

Property Man Killed In Fall On Set

Edmund Fellegi, 25, a studio property man, died late yesterday of injuries suffered when he fell from a high catwalk almost at the feet of actress Carole Lombard during the filming of a movie scene.

Fellegi plunged into a crowd of extras. One, Boyd King, was struck a glancing blow.

October 4, 1938 – Morning Post

That telephone call we told you Eddie Mannix put through to Canada to intercept Clark Gable was highly successful.

Clark returned Sunday and started his conferences for “Idiot’s Delight” today. He had planned to come back Thursday to help Carole Lombard celebrate her birthday and she was really surprised when he walked in Sunday – nearly a week ahead of schedule.

October 4, 1938 – St. Louis Globe Democrat

Apropos of nothing, Miss Lombard’s favorite nickname for Clark Gable is “Moose.” He calls her “Toots.”

October 6, 1938 – Los Angeles Times

Clark Gable likes duck hunting. Carole Lombard likes Clark Gable. Carole believes when you like a man you should be very interested in everything he is interested in. So Carole has bought a shotgun and is being measured for duck-hunting pants, etc., so she can show how interested she is in the things in which Mr. Gable is interested. Will the band please play rather softly: “Love, You Funny Thing, Look What You’ve Done To Me” … 

October 11, 1938 – The Times Tribune

Clark Gable and Carole Lombard were at the county fair, minus dark glasses, or any other disguise, and were delighted at getting to the grandstand without a single demand for an autograph. But they reckoned without the man at the microphone, who immediately spotted them and broadcast their presence. From then on, it was every man – and woman – for himself.

October 13, 1938 – Sydney Morning Herald

Carole Lombard always beats Clark Gable when she plays him at tennis, not because she is a good player, but because he is a bad one. 

October 15, 1938 – Commercial Appeal

Gable Does Dancing Behind Closed Door

Behind closed doors and with a husky studio cop to keep away visitors, Clark Gable started dancing lessons today to prepare him for his role of a hoofer in “Idiot’s Delight.” 

The cop was Clark’s own idea to ward off the ribbers who have been planning to give him the works when he began practicing his tap routines. But Hollywood ribbers are not to be denied.

The star managed to keep the stage clear of all but himself, instructor George King and a piano player. 

But when the trio came out for lunch, the cop handed them a box tied with a pink ribbon. 

It was from Carole Lombard, and inside the box were a pair of dainty ballet slippers and a frothy ballet skirt. A black velvet panel on the front of the skirt had the initials “CG” embroidered in silver spangles.

October 17, 1938 – Philadelphia Inquirer

Carole Lombard “Scarlett” Boom On

The “Carole Lombard-For-Scarlett-O’Hara” campaign started by the fans became hot over the weekend. David Selznick realizes that after all the publicity, which in his case has been too extensive to be valuable, he needs a pulmotor to revive interest in “Gone with the Wind.”

La Lombard and Clark Gable would be a team guaranteed to bring the most reluctant ticket buyer into the theatre. Moreover, Carole has never been as popular with the fans who, since her income tax story, have bombarded her with mail. 

Also the rushes on “Made For Each Other” prove that Carole is just as fine a dramatic actress as a comedienne.

October 17, 1938 – The Province

Clark Gable brought back two lovely silver fox furs from Canada for lucky Carole Lombard – on condition he could put them around her neck himself… 

October 18, 1938 – Courier Post

In all the years Clark Gable has been emoting before a camera he has never had anything that got his goat so much as the dancing steps he has to do in “Idiot’s Delight.”

For two days behind a barricaded set guarded by a policeman, Clark has rehearsed his hoofing numbers with a professional. Carole Lombard, of course, has been having the time of her life kidding him and Saturday she had him ready to say goodbye to the whole thing when she sent him a pair of ballet slippers, size 12, and a man-sized ballet skirt with “CG” elaborately embroidered with loving hands.

October 18, 1938 – The Shreveport Journal

Clark Gable gave Carole Lombard a new Cadillac for her birthday. Who wouldn’t be a blonde? Carole gave Clark a pink ballet dress with C.G. in tinseled letters a foot long on front of it, ballet slippers, 11-D and sent them to the set of “Idiot’s Delight.” Shows what she thinks of him as a dancer.

October 22, 1938 – Star Tribune

Traffic almost stopped when the Andy Devines walked in with Carole Lombard and Clark Gable. Carole looked very smart in the popular dubonnet shades. 

October 22, 1938 – Buffalo Evening News

A strangely assorted quarter that meets once or twice a week in the valley for rounds of bridge or badminton is composed of Clark Gable, Carole Lombard, and Mr. and Mrs. Andy Devine. The Devines have many other intimates, but Gable and Lombard keep much to themselves. When they do step out socially, it is invariably over to Andy’s ranch. 

October 23, 1938 – Norfolk Virginian Pilot

No star in pictures is a more eager and enthusiastic prankster than Carole Lombard. On one occasion, she sent Clark Gable a broken down motor car of ancient date as a Valentine. 

It was the nearest thing to a complete wreck that she could find on four wheels. Gable, however, wasn’t an easy victim. He had the car rebuilt with a high-powered engine, special gears, a shiny paint job and glittering chromium-plated parts. When he had installed every improvement he could think of he drove it forth and continued to drive it for months afterward.

October 26, 1938 – Indianapolis Star

Hollywood Café Cashier Doesn’t Tire of Glamour

(Cashier at Beverly Hills Brown Derby talks about the stars she sees while on duty)

“Clark Gable and Carole Lombard come in, usually arguing about the silliest things. The other night it was about what kind of cigar Clark should have for an after-dinner smoke.” 

October 27, 1938 – Fort Worth Star Telegram

A carillon to Clark Gable and Carole Lombard for the sportsmanlike way they accept the public’s interest in their private affairs.

October 28, 1938 – Los Angeles Times

Carole Lombard received a fan letter at the Paramount mail department from Mr. and Mrs. Jack Franklin, 114 N. Breed St. They announced they have named their newly born boy and girl twins, Carole and Clark (Gable)…

October 31, 1938 – San Francisco Examiner

…the Andy Devines celebrating their fifth wedding anniversary with Clark Gable and Carole Lombard.

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Tying You Down/Orlando HSLOT

prompt: a certain person at the orlando show brings back an onslaught of memories for YN that she wants to leave in the past.

warnings: smut, heavy angst

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YN didn’t expect to see her at this concert, not in Orlando of all places, but there she was - sat near the stage but above the pit with a few friends.

For fucks sake, Harry and her had been married for nearly eight years but it still fucking stung to see that pretty girl.

The girl who she had despised for those four months that she and Harry had broken up - the only other girl Harry had dated was at the show to see him.

Of course, she wasn’t prepared, and god - she didn’t expect that it would make her spiral a bit but it really fucking did.

Harry hadn’t even dated the girl for more than a month before he dumped her but it didn’t make her feel any better.

—

“I-I started dating someone,” Harry whispers into the phone, his voice was unsteady and unsure in a way it has been lately when he talked to her.

“Why are you calling to tell me this?” YN bites back, halfway across the world from him but still hurting as much as if he was sitting next to her.

“Bec-because…” His tone is slower than usual, nervous, “I wanted t’tell you before the media caught on and it was blasted everywhere.”

“I don’t care what you do, Harry. We’re broken up, remember?” The only way she can cover her pain is by being sharp - like she rarely ever was.

In reality, she did care.

She cared so fucking much it felt like Harry had just torn her already broken heart on a thousand more pieces.

“I know tha’s not true,” Harry challenges, he wants to hear that she does fucking care.

He needs her to care about him.

“God, H,” YN groans with fierce irritation, “I’m so glad that you’re moving on so fast. Really, good for you, popstar.”

“Don’t call me that!” Harry hisses, he hated when she said it like it was a curse word, like it was a poisonous thing - popstar, “I’m tryin’ to get over you because y’fuckin’ ended it! Not me. I’m goin’ to go out and enjoy my date then just t’spite you.”

And shit…that fucking stung.

It pierced so deep that YN didn’t even register she hung up on him until he tries to call her back but she feels the hot tears streaming down her face.

All she’s done lately is fucking cry.

After the third call, the phone stops ringing - YN knows he’s due on stage any minute with the band in Madrid, she knows because she was supposed to be there.

And it’s nearly three in the morning when her phone starts blaring in the silence of her bedroom, she already knew who it was.

When she answers, she doesn’t say “hello” or anything - waits for him to speak first.

“Y’know I wasn’t gonna drop it,” Harry murmurs softly, “I’m sorry I said tha’. I just miss you and I don’t want t’date anyone else but I don’t know wha’ to do. I didn’t just lose my girlfriend, I lost m’best friend.”

“It-it wasn’t working,” YN argues weakly, “We…we were fighting and I want you t-to enjoy this time of y-your life. Sleep around, party..”

“I don’t want tha’! I want you! You’re so fuckin’ scared but I don’t know why. I’ve always been loyal t’you, just because we were fighting doesn’t mean we could have worked through it. We always have!”

“I think it’s for the best, H,” YN lies, the way her voice quivers gives it away.

“Y’full of shit,” Harry snaps before he turns the tables and hangs up on her.

-

It wasn’t that the girl he’d casually saw was the definition of evil but she wasn’t the nicest person Harry could have chosen.

It was obvious that she had agreed to knowingly be his rebound because of who he was and he could get her more clout.

She didn’t tend to Harry’s emotional wounds or try to pick up the pieces - even though Harry wouldn’t have let her either.

When Harry had dumped her, she had reached out to YN to tell her all these nasty lies that YN could legitimately confirm weren’t true.

Tara tried to say that Harry and her had met during tour, at an after party in New York, and hooked up despite them being together.

However, YN had been with Harry from the time they woke up in the hotel room to the time they’d went to sleep that day - they were always attached at the hip.

It wasn’t necessary Tara but what she represented - the awful time in her life.

—

“Harry…” YN sighs, despite being broken up and him having a new girlfriend - he called her multiple times a day.

She’s taken aback by his cries, all he says back is “Baby.”

And she doesn’t have the energy to correct him but it feels good to hear these words.

These four months, had they truly broken up?

Yes, maybe…it’s hard to say because neither of them had let go.

“Are you okay?” YN asks softly, concerned as she scribbles away for some merchandise designs as she still works for the team.

“M’oka-okay, I broke up wi-with Tara,” He is near hyperventilating, his breathe catching as his words are stuttered out.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hea-“

“Baby, please stop doin’ this t’me. I fuckin’ need you, m’sorry. I-I can’t enjoy anything without you- the…the fuckin’ tour, time off, anythin’,” He tells her sincerely, he was near whimpers.

Harry keeps talking, then he’s laughing without humor, “I had sex with her the other day. S’not you. I only want you underneath me.”

The ache of the admission of him sleeping with someone else dulls the lick of vindication that it wasn’t as good as her.

“I really don’t want to hear about your sex life,” YN chooses to snap back instead.

How dare he bring that up?

“I want y’to be m’sex life!” Harry growls with frustration, he’d been short and irritated with everyone since the breakup, unbearable on tour.

“Harry…”

There’s a pregnant pause.

“Did you sleep with someone else?” He accuses, loud and demanding - like it was his fucking right to know about it.

YN bristles, biting her tongue for a moment before trying to calmly respond, “That’s really none of your business.”

Harry’s voice is childish and stubborn, “No! It is m’business because m’the only one who ever had your and I…You’re mine. God fucking damnit, you’re mine.”

“I haven’t,” She confesses, picking at a thread of her jeans whilst sitting at her kitchen counter, “I…didn’t break up with you because I wanted someone else. I did it because I don’t want you to regret missing out on anything.”

“But I haven’t ever said that I felt that way! Y’putting words in m’mouth. Couples fight! We were going to get through it like we have every fuckin’ time! You’re bein’ so fuckin’ selfish,” Harry spits out, she could imagine his jaw clenched and brow furrowed.

“I’m doing what’s right,” She replies feebly, not even believing her own words anymore.

“No, no you’re fuckin’ not. You’re scared but I don’t know why - I’ve been in love with you for the past five years and ‘aven’t stopped. I’ve never wanted anyone but you,” He huffs, she hears a loud crash - signaling he probably had kicks a trash bin or something.

“But I-“

He interrupts her, “And y’want it too. We’ve been broken up for three and a half months but you answer m’calls everyday. You still talk t’my mum and Gemma. Stop being so stubborn.”

YN feels a fresh stream of tears, “Harry. I - I’m-“ she cuts off unable to gather up her feelings.

“Do you want me t’stop callin’? Stop fighting for you? Because even when I was dating Tara - who was calling five times a day, texting, check in? Me. Now answer me, do you want me to stop?”

And that’s when it really, really clicked for YN.

Harry had entertained this so called break-up but when in reality - he was still doing everything a boyfriend would do.

He called her multiple times a day to check in, sent her funny memes, pretty pictures of whenever he was at, and called her pet names.

Had they really even broken up? Only partially really because Harry hadn’t let go at all but to be fair neither had she.

She couldn’t imagine a life without Harry, without talking to him everyday, she missed seeing him physically to the point it hurt.

YN was in love with Harry, so much that she was so concerned about him being happiness that she instead did the opposite by mistake.

It wasn’t the brightest idea but YN hangs up on him and pulls up flights - she needed to be back on tour, she needed to her back to him.

Harry, when he hears the phone click goes into an absolute rage - trashing his dressing room until Liam comes in to stop him.

-

YN is actually sitting on a plane, management had agreed on her taking a private plane to get there as soon as possible because Harry was being such a fucking nightmare.

YN had turned down his calls and refused to answer - she wanted to surprise him.

She’s about to take off when Niall texts her.

N: What the fuck did you do to this man?

YN: ???

N: Paul literally just had to scream at him and you know Paul never screams. H literally destroyed his dressing room and the lounge area.

YN: What’s he doing now?

N: Crying, his knuckles are bloody and we have to go on stage in fifteen minutes.

YN: I’ll fix it.

N: He only wants you.

YN tucks her phone away, she had to fix this, and she would if Harry would take her back.

It was mistake, not meant to be forever.

And when she arrives, only a short flight from England to Austria - the concert is still going on, about to end.

The crew had already cleaned up his dressing room but there were two broken lamps, a cracked mirror, and thick tension in the air.

YN sits herself on the couch, heart pounding like a race horse for the show to end and to be face-to-face with the boy she missed more than anything.

“I don’t want t’go drinking, fuck off,” Harry gruffs from right outside the door a few minutes later - he normally never talked to anyone like that, “What do you mean why? Why does no one understand the concept of leaving me the fuck alone?”

And with that, the door is being flung open and Harry is stepping in - his messy curls matted to his temple and shirt spotted with sweat. His hair had gotten even longer, nearly kissing his shoulders.

His eyes widen like he’s seen a ghost, lips parted as he spots her on the couch, it’s like he can’t help it when he chokes out, “Baby? Bab-wha-“

“Hi,” YN giggles waterly, sniffling and wiping her eyes.

“Hi darlin’,” Harry whispers, closing and locking the door behind him. His eyes are flitting all over her, mesmerizing, “Y’get more beautiful everyday, I swear it.”

YN stands up, they just stare at each other for a moment before she breathes out - shaking and tearful, “I missed you.”

“God, I fuckin’ missed you,” Harry doesn’t even realize he’s crying, “Are y’ready t’come back to me? I’ve been waiting for you.”

“I hurt you,” She argues, pulse picking up when he cautiously starts walking towards her.

“You did,” He agrees, “But you thought y’were doing the right thing. I can respect tha’ but fuck baby, you were so so wrong.”

“Can…Kiss me, please bunny,” YN begs with a croak, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her sweatshirt - well it was originally his.

Harry then takes three confident strides forward before he’s cupping her jaw and pressing their lips together forcefully.

It felt like someone threw her a life preserver when she was drowning.

It felt like she had found a oasis after dying of thirst.

It felt like all she’s ever wanted in one fucking kiss.

His tongue is making his way into her mouth without anytime to waste, his hands roaming every piece of her.

YN pulls back when she feels him grind his hard length against her hip, she’s breathing heavy but stays firm, “We’re not having sex until you get tested.”

Pure confusion crosses his face, “A test? For wha’?”

“Sexually transmitted diseases. I don’t care if you wore a condom, I sure fucking hope you did but I’m not taking any chances,” She tries to avoid sounding as upset as she truly was with him.

“Then we can definitely have sex tonight,” Harry replies, relief washing over his face when he realizes she wasn’t saying ‘no’ to sex per se.

“You already got tested?” YN asks surprised, she had missed his overwhelming smell of cedarwood and cinnamon.

“No.”

“Harry, what am I missing? You’re not making any sense,” She huffs, eyebrows knit and puffy lip pouted out.

Harry chuckles lowly, “I don’t need a test. I didn’t ‘ave sex with her.”

“But….you…huh?” YN doesn’t know what was going on, really.

“I lied,” He admits sheepishly, a blush rising to his cheeks, “I wanted to make y’jealous, I was hoping it would make y’realize what a mistake this was. She tried to give me a handie once and I couldn’t get it up.”

“You fucking brat,” YN scolds but she’s pleased, so so fucking pleased that he was lying - the only time she’s happy he lied.

“Wha’?” He plays clueless but he knows she understands, won’t hold it over him, “I wasn’t lying when I told y’that you ruined me f’anyone else. Now you’re back where y’belong, w’me.”

-

YN tries to avoid eye contact with the girl during the show, it wasn’t worth her time but she could tell instantly when Harry spotted Tara.

His eyes only scanned her once before finding his wife’s, he looked apologetic and guilty as he sang - he didn’t know she would be here.

Why would he? They hadn’t talked in over eight years.

YN gives him a weak smile, she wasn’t mad or upset, it was just…weird. It gave her unpleasant flashbacks to a really dark time in her life.

Harry pointedly ignores the section of her and her friends for the entirety of the show, he had to make sure to let Jeff know they need to be denied backstage passes.

Tara got her fame from drama and gossip, her and Harry reunited would be a major story for the tabloids, and he wasn’t going to let that happen.

—

When they had gotten back to the hotel, Harry had fire under his feet as he tugged off the hoodie and her sports bra.

“Fuckin’ missed my girls,” He growls, ducking down to wrap his mouth around one of her hard nipples while his hand dips into her joggers.

“Oh, by the way. I got tested, I’m clean,” YN says nonchalantly and has to hide the smirk when Harry pops his head up.

“You…” His eyes are wide in surprise, “You slept with someone?”

YN bursts out laughing, “God, you are so gulliable-“

Harry’s shoulders sag in relief but he narrows his gaze, “S’not funny. Now shut up and let me fuck you. Haven’t let me have y’cunt in months, longest time I’ve been without it in years.”

“Romantic,” YN smirks but her face contorts into a moan when his large hand slips into her underwear and glides through her folds.

“Y’all hairy,” Harry hums, pleased at his findings - thumbing at the coarse hair before he moves to her clit.

“Haven’t had anyone to shave for,” She gasps, standing on her tiptoes to try to move away from the intense pleasure as a knee jerk reaction.

“Don’t have to shave f’me either,” He replies softly, plump lips moving back down to suck at her nipple as he gives her that sweet, consistent pressure where she needs it, “Love y’no matter what.”

“Oo-oh,” YN mewls when her orgasm builds faster than it has in a really long time, “M’close already, H.”

“Yeah,” Harry rasps happily, speeding up with his calloused digit before she’s outright moaning and soaking his fingers, “Good girl. Y’gonna let me in, now tha’ I warmed you up?”

“Pl-please,” She nods, allowing him to move her until she’s splayed on her back on the large, plush hotel bed.

All the heightened arousal lessens, the adrenaline from having each other again calms, and it seems like time slows to sluggish halt.

Harry notices too as he tucks a fluffy pillow under her bum to position her pelvis upwards to hit her spot better.

He ducks down to kiss over her belly and thighs, nipping to leave the marks that her skin has been missing.

He gets distracted by smattering love bites and kisses over her mound - can’t resist dipping his tongue in to taste her.

“Please baby, never leave m’again,” Harry murmurs, vulnerable with still a bit of anxiety laced through his words, “I can’t live without you. Don’t want t’sleep around or party. I want y’in m’bed every night, only one on me.”

“I won’t, I promise,” She replies sincerely, smoothing her fingers over the crease between his eyebrows until he relaxes.

And when Harry tucks himself into, she hisses at bit at his length and the girth - it didn’t hurt but she hadn’t had him in month.

“Y’okay, y’know this cock, baby,” He simpers softly, going slow until their pelvises met, she can tell he also had more pubic hair than normal since they haven’t been together - it felt good against her clit.

“Fuck, missed this. Missed you,” YN groans, wriggling her hips until he nudges her spot just so and has her toes curling.

“Want y’like this forever,” Harry huffs, trying to pass himself as he keeps his pace slow enough that he can brush their lips together, “Gonna make y’my wife soon.”

“H, we’re too young. You’re management wil-“

“Fuck wha’ they say, fuck ‘em,” He interrupts seriously, hand coming to hold her jaw and allow him to kiss her as he pleased.

“H.”

They make eye contact, it’s deep - examining each other for the first time in a long time, “Sweetheart, m’keepin’ you. Never gonna let this happen again, I promise you. We’ll work on our issues, do it all f’you.”

And when he speeds up, unable to hold back the raw energy and desire - it isn’t long until they’re both reaching their releases.

Afterwards, as they lay together on the bed, YN murmurs, “I’m sorry I hurt you. I just…I don’t ever want you to resent me.”

“Never have, I don’t know why y’got that in your head when we were doing good. Yeah, I mean we were bickering a bit more than usual but we’ve gone through that before,” He replies, adjusting her until she’s laying on his chest.

YN pauses, like she wants to say something but bites her lip.

Harry doesn’t miss it, “Did someone put tha’ thought into your head?”

She nuzzles closer into his skin, she wasn’t never planning on telling him the conversation that had lead up to the breakup.

It had been Lou. The band’s hairstylist.

- four months prior  -

Louise was curling YN’s hair before one of the concert when the topic managed to come up.

“Yeah, Liam and Niall were crazy last night at the club. They had like six girls each flanking them. I think they both took one back to the hotel,” Lou laughs, recounting last night.

YN wrinkles her nose, “Thank god, I didn’t have to witness that. Harry and I watched that new movie he’s wanted to see.”

A sour look crosses the stylists face.

“What is it?” YN asked, seeing her reaction through the mirror in front of them.

“It’s just…don’t you ever feel like you’re holding him back from experiencing all these things? You’re tying him down and he’s missing out on parties, random sex, y’know. Seems a bit selfish.”

YN sits up a bit straighter, defensive, “I don’t tell him he can’t party, he turned down that invite - not me. Him and I party all the time. As for random sex…I mean - He has never said anything…”

Lou rolls her eyes, mocking his accent, “What would he say to you? Hey, I wish you weren’t here so I could fuck around and be normal young adult.”

Ouch.

It doesn’t help when Harry steps into the room, crabby from the constant jet lag and rasps, “Where’d you put my charger?”

YN swallows harshly, fighting back tears as anxiety rises through her with things she’s never thought of - was she holding him back?

“I don’t have it, H. I told you to make sure you had it before we left the last hotel,” She shrugs, looking at him through the mirror.

His lips are pouted, unhappy as he shakes his head, “It was in there when we arrived! Did y’lose another one of my chargers?”

YN doesn’t understand why he’s so frustrated, is it because he doesn’t want her there anymore?

“Why would I lie about something like that?” She asks him with a raised brow.

“Just fuckin’ forget it,” Harry grunts, putting his hand out, “Give me yours.”

“I’m using it right now,” YN informs him, nodding towards where her phone is sat.

He saunters over, tapping her screen, “Y’on thirty percent, s’fine,” before snatching her charger without permission and trudging out of the room.

Lou let’s out a mean giggle, “You guys are such a happy couple, huh? Just think about what I said.”

Then a nasty thought starts floating around YN’s brain, has to ask, “Did Harry put you up to talking about that with me?”

Something flashes a crosses Louise face and she purses her lips, shrugging nondescriptly but YN can read between the lines.

He had put her up to it. He must have.

Did he feel too guilty telling her himself? It doesn’t seem like anything Harry would ever do but her heart was quickly slinking down her throat into her stomach.

Her hair isn’t even fully curled when she feels her earlier meals starts to rise up her esophagus, “I think I’m going to be - oh fuck,” YN groans before dashing down the hall to Harry’s dressing room to his private bathroom.

After she flushes, she rests her hot forehead against the cold porcelain lid.

Such a happy couple, huh?

You’re tying him down.

He’s missing out because of you.

Bit selfish.

YN knew what she had to do, she couldn’t let Harry feel trapped by her, like he owed her something and couldn’t voice how he really felt.

Sure they’d been fighting for the past week but they went through phases like that over the past years like any normal couple - getting annoyed at everything.

Maybe he was getting annoyed at her because he didn’t want her anymore.

As she rests there, still feeling nauseous, the door opens and Harry’s annoyed, exasperated voice echos through the room.

“Wha’ are you doin’? They need y’to double check the merch stand setup like always. Stop bein’ difficult, shouldn’t have to chase you down like a -“

And when he sees her, he quickly steps towards her.

He sits next to her, tucking her damp strands of hair behind her ears with a concerned eyes - it’s like someone hit a light switch when he speaks again, soft - worried.

“Darlin’? Wha’s happenin’? Are you sick, baby? Why didn’t you call me?” Harry asks, wiping a droplet of sweat from her temple.

YN takes a deep breath, about to say what she needs to - to set him free to live his best life as a popstar and celebrity but she finds herself hyperventilating and unable to speak between sobs.

She was about to lose the love of her life, right here in this stadium dressing room.

“Baby, c’mon,” Harry’s pitch going high as he cups her face - tears pooling in the lines of his palms as he studies her with wide eyes.

YN shakes her head, squeezing her eyes shut before peering up at the man she loves so so so fucking much - her soulmate, twin flame, whatever the word is.

He is end game for her.

He was the boy she feel in love with a fifteen and had never looked back - toured since Up All Night, through every single high and low, she was right there to hold him.

She couldn’t hold him back.

He was a bright shining star in a world of darkness and she wasn’t going to be the one to dull his magnificent radiance.

“We…” YN stutters, trying right regain control of herself, “I’m leaving tour.”

It was the only way she could stomach saying it.

Harry frowns, wiping at her tears once again, “I-No baby, no. M’so sorry I’ve been crabby, I’ve been exhausted and - baby, don’t have t’leave. I’ll be better or I’ll leave y’alone for a while if tha’s what you want.”

“I’m…leaving tour for good,” She tells him, blinking rapidly through watery lenses.

“Wha’? I mean, we can do long distance, if tha’s what you want but you’ve never - why now darling? I said M’sorry,” Harry feels his own throat tighten, he didn’t know what was happening right and he was scared, not just scared…

Terrified.

“I’m breaking up with you,” YN finally lays out clearly before she has to retch again, spilling the contents of the rest of her dinner in the toilet bowl

Harry’s hand is making a makeshift ponytail as his other rubs her back softly, his laughs surprises her.

“Who put y’up to this? It really isn’t funny, don’t joke about somethin’ like tha’,” His voice is desperate, pleading for her to tell him this is a prank.

“Harry…” She murmurs softly, voice ragged.

“No, no no no,” Harry starts whining, almost like an anxious child, “W-why baby? We can fix it, yeah? M’so, I’m so fucking sorry for being a dick lately. But you can’t break up w’me, sweetheart - no baby.”

YN looks at him solemnly, feeling herself dissociate a bit from all the stress as Harry grips her shoulders to make eye contact.

“Y’not leaving me! We’ll fix it. We will, I promise. Darling, don’t leave me. Can’t leave me, I need you like I need air. Been in love for five years, can’t do this,” Harry is nearly to the point of wailing, his eyes swollen and nose running.

“I’m holding you back, H. I know I am, it’s okay. You don’t have to act like I’m not.”

His face contorts- like a wounded animal, “Wha’ are you even going on about? Y’not makin’ sense. I need you, I love you more than this fucking job. I’ll give it up for you, I will baby, please please.”

And when YN leaves that night, it’s after tears, sobs, pleas but all YN can hear is…

“It’s just…don’t you ever feel like you’re holding him back from experiencing all these things? You’re tying him down and he’s missing out on parties, random sex, y’know.”

And that is what YN recounts to Harry now, as they lay together - reunited and back on track with their relationship.

Harry’s chest is heaving with fury by the time YN finishes replaying what Lou had said to her on the night.

“I never ever fucking said anything close to that. God, we should have fired that bitch years ago. Always fucking starting drama,” Harry booms angrily, tugging on his briefs and joggers.

“Where are you going? It’s nearly two in the morning, H?”

“I’m going to get that cunt fired.”

And by the next day, Louise Teasdale is on the night flight home to London - never to work with One Direction ever again.

-

After the concert, YN isn’t sure what to expect when her husband comes running backstage after the final song.

There is tons of staff milling about but Harry doesn’t give a fuck - he snatches his wife from where she’s talking to the band and crowds her against the closest door.

“So baby, eight years of marriage later? Y’think tha’ I’m pretty happy with you tying me down?” He challenges cockily, his hips pressing into hers - it was much too intimate for the situation.

“Mmm, wouldn’t mind you tying me down,” She teases back, hand subtly coming to brush against his crotch and presses a sweet kiss under his chin.

“God, you think after being together for eleven years that’d you’d be able to control yourself, Styles,” Jeff scoffs as he walks past them with a judgmental face.

Harry ignores him, nuzzles his nose into her hair, and whispers, “I saw your face when you realized she was in the crowd. I don’t want you t’be upset, I made sure she wasn’t able to come backstage.”

“I’m not upset with that,” She sighs honestly, “Just…made me think back to that time in our lives and how rough -“

He shushes her with a kiss before responding, “S’all behind us. Y’got a nice ring on your finger, m’last name, and anything y’could ever want. Plus, you have not just m’heart but my fucking whole being.”

YN gasps quietly when his hand thumbs at her nipple through the thin fabric of the dress, they really needed to stop - there were so many people bustling around.

“I didn’t forget about your comment,” He warns her, pinching tightly at her hardening nipple before slipping down to palm at her belly, “M’definetly tying you down tonight.”

-

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[clairecrive]

hiii! um i had a request if that’s alright? umm a darkling x tidemaker!reader where the reader slowly grows more and more jealous of alina until she finally snaps and tries to leave with another tidemaker to train with master tidemakers for the kings army but then darkling stops her. with a happy ending please 🥺🥺

Where your heart is

A/n; this took a life of its own but I'm still not too sure about it even though I had lots of fun writing it. Hope you'll like it, 🌻x

Word count: 2.4K +

Warnings: angst, darklina, jelousy

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SHADOW AND BONE MASTERLIST

He was her mentor. He was the only one who could help her through the discovery and understanding of her powers. That's why he was spending so much time with her. No other reason.

At least that's what you've been telling yourself over and over in hope that you'd start believing it. So far, you had no success. And this had been going on since the day Alina had arrived at the Little Palace a month ago so you didn't harbour any hopes that it'll start working.

But what could you do?

He was spending every waking moment between his War room and the training grounds with Alina. You could see the allure that she had to have in his eyes.

He had been waiting for her for a long time, after all. You couldn't even be mad at him for investing his energies to help her harness her powers since she was the key to Ravka freedom. And, to be fair, Alina wasn't that bad.

Sure, you had to get through many layers of snarky remarks and dry humour that most of the times felt a lot like rudeness rather than humour. But she wasn't that bad. Not when there were people like Zoya walking around.

But the days without seeing him, with just a passing glance or a touch of his hand on your back were taking their toll on you. You missed him.

You had gone from seeing him every day to not seeing him at all.

You had tried to talk to him about it but he.was.always.busy. Or with Alina. You weren't proud to admit it, and you probably never will out loud, but a certain green monster had taken residence on your shoulders.

You were taking your usual stroll around the gardens when you spotted him outside the Palace's main entrance. Hurrying your steps, you called his name to catch his attention.

"Aleksander!"

Fortunately, he heard you and turned to see who was calling him. There were few people who knew his name and there was no chance in hell it would be Baghra. His lips morphed in a small smile as he watched you approaching with a sprint in your steps.

"Hey, I'm so glad I've caught you, it's been ages since I've-" you stopped when you saw Alina's approaching figure. Your eyes darted from her to Aleksander in front of you and you've finally noticed the two horses.

He wasn't wearing his cloak and of course, where Alina was Aleksander followed. Your lips thinned in a line as you rolled your shoulders back. You knew that Aleksander had noticed your expression change but you hadn't had centuries of practice to scholar your features into betraying nothing. But you forced yourself to at least keep up the appearances with Alina.

You gave her a smile when she stood before you complimenting her hair.

"Genya's handiwork," she simply said as it was enough to explain everything.

"Well, I'm going to leave you to your outing," you said hoping they couldn't notice the strain in your smile. Turning around, you retraced your steps to where you had been standing before and where you should have stayed all this time.

It was clear now- what other signs did he need to give you? Swallowing the lump in your throat, you forced yourself to not let the tears fall. You could feel his eyes on you until the sounds of hooves hitting the gravel told you that they were gone.

However much it hurt you to see again and again the proof that you were losing him, there was still a part of you that told you that this was just a phase. A temporary arrangement, given Aleksander's plans for Ravka. You just had to bite the bullet until it was all over.

And so, with renowned hope, you decided that you were going to talk to him. Even if you had to wait for him for hours or meet him at the brink of dawn, you had to do it. You needed to know where his heart was and from that, you could decide where to go.

However, to your luck, today was the day of the Winter Fete. Everyone, including you, was going to be super busy with finalizing the last minute details and rehearsals. Every Grisha had a role in tonight demonstration even though the star of the whole night was, of course, the Sun Summoner.

Since you were a tidemaker, your manifestation was scheduled before Alina's grand entrance. You and the other tidemakers had prepared a light show, along with Alina, to use water to reflect and amplify Alina's light so as to create a beautiful play of light.

The whole ordeal ended in time for Alina to get back inside the Palace and get on stage and for everyone else to get inside too to witness her exhibition. You followed along with everyone else but alas, you really wished you hadn't.

Aleksander had eyes only for Alina, he never looked away from her even when the light got blinding for everyone else in the room. And you couldn't blame him- Alina was literally glowing. She looked amazing in that black kefta and the symbolism of the colour wasn't lost on you.

You had been a fool, that's what you were. It was painfully obvious how whipped Aleksander was for Alina. Each of those signs was a painful blow to your heart and faith in him. His outings with her, her black kefta, the smile she sent his way and how enthralled he was by her.

Shaking your head, you fought to keep your composure. You had lost him, you realized. You had to accept the fact that it was over. Whatever you had, it had come to an end. The moment it did, was lost on you but you knew it had to coincide with the moment he had met Alina.

As if to confirm your inward musings, Alina and Aleksander walked out of the room, her under his arm.

Well, it was settled then. You couldn't stay here anymore. It was one thing to break up and grow apart but it was a whole other thing to watch him being in love with someone else.

You had to go. That was certain.

Nodding to yourself, you took your final decision just as they walked past you. Aleksander's eyes met yours briefly, just long enough for you to send him a teary glare.

This was the last time you were going to see him and as much as you could feel your heart breaking, you knew that it was something you had to do. They walked out of the room and you wasted no time in leaving as well.

However, before going to your room to pack the few belongings you had, there was somewhere else you needed to go first.

The wind blew harshly on your face, the salt of the sea breeze mixing with that of your tears. Alone on the dock, you allowed yourself to cry. To finally let out everything you had been keeping under lock and key for so very long.

You tried to comfort yourself by reassuring yourself that this was the right choice. The best choice. To stay in a place where you had never truly felt at home, where every nook and cranny reminded you of what you had and what you had lost- of the fact that you hadn't been enough. That your love hadn't been enough for him to stick around, to choose you over a girl he had known for about a day. Everything you had shared, the months spent together in intimacy under his sheets or under the comfort of your favourite tree.

Vanished. Erased. Worthless.

You allowed yourself to feel every ounce of pain his dismissing behaviour had caused you because as soon as you boarded, you were going to leave all of this behind. You were sailing towards your future, towards a new land full of opportunities and new people. Somewhere where you could start fresh.

You heard someone shout the name of the ship you had to be on and knew that the moment had come. Here you were about to step into your new life.

Heaving a sigh, you threw a last look in the Little Palace direction, at what-or rather- who you were leaving behind. Turning around, you gathered your kefta closer to your body to shield you from the harsh weather. As you were about to move, a hand clamping on your back, stopped you.

You winced, not expecting the contact since you thought you were the only one on the dock. Turning around, you were met with a familiar pair of onyx eyes.

"What are you doing?" he asked, an edge on his voice that you couldn't figure out if it was surprise, betrayal or boredom.

"I could ask you the same thing, General." Taking a step back, his hand fell from your shoulder as you put some distance between you. Standing so close to him just as you were about to bid him goodbye forever felt like a cruel joke on destiny's part.

"So this is what you do? Leave in the middle of the night without telling anyone?"

"Those who needed to be, have been rightly notified of my departure. I don't see how this concerns you, though."

"You don't see-" he huffed out, a humourless laugh leaving him," how, in the name of all saints, don't you see how this concerns me?"

"This is the first time you've spoken to me in months, Aleksander so please spare me this bullshit. I've got it, alright?" Raising your hands you took yet another step away from him. "There's no need for you to be here and pretend anymore. Go back to your party and your Grisha and your girl."

"You're my girl," he stated somehow still calmly.

"No, I'm not," you scoffed, "and you've done a fine job proving that these past few months."

"I know I've been neglecting you, but what's a few months when we have a lifetime together in front of us?" he conceded taking a step towards you as his arms widened as if to show you the length of time you'd be spending together.

"It's everything, Aleks," you snapped as your emotions got the best of you, "seeing you getting cosy with Alina every day realising that the more time passed the less you were mine was excruciating and I'm done. I'm going away and I'm leaving all of this behind."

"You can't go."

"Watch me," you quipped as you turned around. Challenging you was not the best way for him to go about this. He knew better than anyone who proudful you could be.

"You cannot go," he... begged? the tone of his voice was so weird coming from him that had you pivot immediately. "You cannot leave. You cannot leave me."

You stood there, hair blowing everywhere for the harsh wind, just staring at him. You'd never seen him so emotional. Yes, you'd shared some intimate moments but he'd never been quite this open about his feelings. The sight of his teary eyes was so unfamiliar that made your brain short-circuiting.

Taking a shaky breath, Aleksander took a step in your direction, getting closer to you but still not close yet.

"Everything that I've ever done has been for a sole purpose, y/n, you know it. And you have to believe me, Alina plays a role in this as well."

"I know she does, it's obvious to everyone. It just has become painfully obvious to me tonight just how important she's come to mean to you." You shrugged as you looked away. Admitting this while also looking him in the eyes was an impossible feat.

"She may as well be the Sun Summoner, but you're my solnishko, y/n." He murmured softly as he took another step, this time getting close enough to you to reach for your hands.

"Sweet talking isn't going to change anything, Aleksander. I saw how you looked at her, I saw her wearing your colours. Do you take me for a fool?"

"Of course not," he disagreed vehemently, "but it's as I've told you, my dear, please believe me. Every action had its purpose which was not hurting you or expressing my love for Alina." He insisted, his hands squeezing yours. His eyes flickered between you and you spotted hopefulness as well as sincerity in them. Which made you hesitate.

Could it be...?

"But why didn't you tell me so, then? Why cutting me out dry without a word?" you uttered, afraid to believe him, afraid to let your heart hope again.

"It has been a play, solnishko. Ever since Alina has stepped foot inside the Little Palace, all eyes have been on us. I had a part to play and so did she. Unfortunately, I couldn't risk it." He explained, his eyes taking in your features, noting how hesitant you still were.

"I swear, my love, you should hear her. The only thing she can talk about it's her childhood best friend who seems so boring, I can't see what she sees in him." He added smiling hoping to lighten the mood. And as a matter of fact, he was rewarded with your giggles.

"Really?"

"I'd never lie to you," he murmured solemnly, his head tilting down toward yours. You met him halfway, your nose bumping softly with his.

"You better never start, Sasha," you warned lightly as he gave you an Eskimo kiss, his hands reaching up to hold your cheeks.

"Never," he promised on your lips. His trailed over yours softly before tilting his head to the side and letting them finally touch.

It has been so long since you've last shared a kiss that you'd almost forgotten how it felt like. How soft his lips were, how voracious he could be, how he always tasted of something sweet.

You gasped as his tongue trailed over your lower lip giving him the desired opportunity to sneak in and meet your tongue. Moaning, you moved your lips with his, hands sneaking through his hair to hold him close. The kiss came to a stop when you both were out of breath. He didn't get far away though as he rested his forehead on yours.

"The captain is going to be really mad at me." You murmured as you heard another shout coming from the end of the dock.

"Let me deal with him," he reassured you before giving you another small kiss. With that, he stepped away and headed over to where your ship was anchored.

You stood there, your fingers touching your lips, still in trance after what happened. So, you had never lost him. He had always been yours.

The realisation made you smile and as you watched his cape blowing in the wind you felt reassured. You knew he had plans but those were never the problem. You could bear seeing him with Alina if you knew that you were the only one in his heart and bed. And it seemed that you weren't the only one who wanted to keep it this way.

[allywritesforfun]

hey i really enjoyed your nightly routine post with wilbur? i was wondering if you could do something similar but in the morning instead?

awe my love! I'm glad that you enjoyed the nightly the routine... here is the morning routine!

{Morning Routine} Wilbur Soot x Reader

summary: you and wilbur made a nightly routine video that blew up more than you have thought, so now its time to do a morning routine!

pronouns: not mentioned

word count: 2280

trigger warnings: swearing, mention of a knife for going chop chop, this was too cute for even me to handle and it came from my hands

a/n: my god is this long! I really got carried away. I could've made this into two parts but whatevs

a/n pt 2: takes place after the “Nightly Routines” but not directly connected 

regular masterlist

wilbur masterlist

You deeply groaned as you fluttered your eyes open. This was not a great time to wake up. You really wanted another hour of sleep, but you knew you had work to get done today.

You looked behind you. You smiled at the sight of Wilbur in his sweet slumber, his arm lazily draped over your waist. Wilbur very much loved to be in bed with you. If he could, he would spend all day there, just you in his arms and some soft lofi in the background. 

That was something very rare to get. Being a streamer and musician, Wilbur was busy almost all the time and rarely took a day off. Mornings and nights were dedicated to you. However, there were times that you would stream with him, or stop by the office to give him food, but nothing was compared to waking up with him.

“Oh shit,” You whispered, “We’re supposed to do morning vlog today.”

You looked around for Wilbur’s camera, which was no where to be found. You settled on stretching over to nightstand and unplugging your phone. You looked back at Wilbur to make sure he was still sleeping. You could tell he was by the gentle raise and fall of his chest and subtle “Ah-woo”. You just knew that was the perfect way to start the vlog. You recored him for about ten seconds of him doing his ‘not really a snore but definitely something’ and giggled almost the whole way through.

You would think that after living with him for two months and the multiple sleepovers that you’ve had with him, that you would be used to it by now. But even today you still giggled just like you did when you first woke up with him. 

You snuck yourself out of bed and made your way to the kitchen. Once arrived you did the intro, “Good morning chat! It is currently about 6:30 in the morning, and as you realize, I am the only one awake. As you saw, Wilbur is still sound asleep and that how it is every morning. So we’re going to vlog our morning routine today, which I promise is way more interesting than the nightly routine vlog. So, Wilbur is literally the best person ever and deserves the world. And his world, besides me of course, is his morning coffee. So I’m going to use our Keurig to get his coffee started.” 

You stopped the recording and decided to get some of your creativity out. You weren’t musical like Wilbur and can't draw for shit, so videography was your way of being creative. You set your phone the in the corner and opened up the blind to let a little bit of light through. It still looked basic so you moved your plant to the background, which added the perfect look. You started brewing and hit record. 

While that was going, you measured out the creamer and syrup and grabbed your sippy cup for your chocolate milk. No judgement here. We all know chocolate milk tastes better in sippy cups. 

The brew came to a slow stop and you grabbed the camera, “Wasn't that a satisfactory angle chat? Now, I am more of an iced coffee person, so in the morning I have water or chocolate milk, and today is definitely a chocolate milk day.” You raised your cup to the camera and fake ‘clinked’ it, cutting the recording when it was closest to the camera. You finished up making Wilbur’s coffee and set it on the living room table. 

You looked at the time, 6:50 am, now was a good time to get Wilbur up. You always let his coffee sit out for a little bit, that way he could drink it the second that he woke up. You threw some napkins under your drinks and moved another plant over there. You wanted your place to look aesthetically pleasing, even if it was a little bit staged. You did a transition with your cup, this time now on the table.

“Okay chat, we all now mr. simpbur is a snuggler so we don't have breakfast in the kitchen, instead we share on the couch, that way we can get all of our snuggles in before he has to leave for the office. I have everything set up, normally I would prepare breakfast too, but I feel like cooking with Wilbur this morning. We’ll do this about once a week for some bonding time, so let's go get him up,” You decided to keep recording, just in case Wilbur woke up from your loss of presence. 

You creaked the door open, Wilbur was still asleep. He adjusted his body for that he was hugging a pillow, who you assumed was your replacement. You laid down next to him and just took a moment to admire him. It was moments like this that you forgot that you were internet personalities. This was you. This was Wilbur. Both of you living your life without needing to exaggerate yourself. This was Wilbur at his purest form. He was all relaxed, not even aware that he was being recorded.

You scooted closer to him and intertwined your legs with him. You brushed his bangs with the back of your hands and gently placed your lips on your forehead. He stirred a little bit, but not enough to wake him up. You took the pillow from him and wrapped your body around his, “Wilbur, my love, it's about seven, you need to get up.”

You could tell he woke up by him pulling you closer and burying his head only you neck. You gently massaged his head and twirled his curls between your fingers, “Come on Will, I got your coffee made already. We need to start breakfast.”

He shook his head and kissed your shoulder, “Mine.”

You laughed, “Yes Will, and ‘yours’ is hungry, let’s get up and eat.”

He slowly nodded and pulled you closer, “Mmmm... I love you.”

“I love you too, simpbur.”

He snapped his head up at the nickname and saw the camera, “Fuck-that’s today?”

You giggled and detached yourself from, “Say good morning to chat.”

He shook his head and buried it in his pillow out of embarrassment. You stop recording and put your phone on the stand. Just seeing Wilbur all flustered was enough to make you go back to bed. You laid back down with him and pulled him on top of you.

“We’re gonna have to re-record that part,” Wilbur mentioned.

You rubbed his cheek with your thumb, which he happily leaned into, “No bubs, we gotta keep it in. It was a very cute moment.”

He shook his head aggressively, “No! That was embarrassing!”

“Too bad, it’s on my phone so I get to chose what goes in.”

He huffed and grabbed your hand, accepting defeat, “You said you made my coffee?”

You two got up and sat down on the couch. Wilbur took you into his arms the second he took his first sip, his personal way of saying ‘thank you, you’re the best person to ever exist’. 

“What are you feeling for breakfast?” You asked.

“You,” Wilbur joked, kissing your temple. 

You gently pushed him, “No actually, I really want yogurt, so pick something that goes well with that.”

“Can we just make a fruit plate?”

You excitedly nodded, if it wasn't for Wilbur, you would not be eating healthy. He really made sure that you were going to live as long as he did. Neither of you could live without the other. If something crazy didn't happen to you, you were going to die from a broken heart.

Wilbur grabbed your phone and started recording, “So um, good morning chat, I’ve had some coffee and more awake now. What you just saw- no you fucking didn't. We’re on the sofa right now and we decided on a fruit plate with yogurt this morning, trying to be a little healthier considering we had ice cream at one am last night. So we’re gonna make that off camera, because if you guys get us to six million subs, we’ll do a cooking stream!”

“Oh we are now?” You questioned. “I was never told about this.”

Wilbur laughed and kissed your temple, “Well you know now, that's good enough innit?”

You shook your head and placed your hand over the camera, Wilbur stopped the recording. You go the fruit out while Wilbur prepared the sink for rinsing and knives for chopping. 

You made the plate look all nice and took it back to the couch. Wilbur placed his arm back over you and grabbed the remote with is free hand while you centered your phone.

“Okay chat, we’re gonna eat and watch tv for a bit, then you're gonna get ready with us. Wilbur has a test shoot at the office today, so we gotta make him look all pretty and obviously personal hygiene is a must... so yeah, brb.”

You two set up another game show to watch, it sorta became your go to show. Especially because there was no storyline and you could talk when you wanted. This was a pretty chill morning, you two enjoyed each other's presence. 

When you finished up, Wilbur took the dishes and you went to the bathroom and cleaned up a little bit. You heard Wilbur go into his closet, so you started recording, “Okay chat, last thing we do before he leaves is actually get ready. Wilbur is getting changed right now so I’m gonna brush my hair out. I can get a little aggressive with the snarls and Wilbur always thinks I'm ripping my hair out so I always do it when he's not around to make sure he doesn't get worried.”

You set the phone in the corner and set it up to record a time lapse. You heard off in distance some light pop type of music, so you knew that Wilbur got his speaker out.

“Are you playing copyrighted music?” You called.

“It’s released Lovejoy!”

You smiled, you always got giddy seeing how happy Wilbur was able to make himself with his own music. You set your brush down and started to wet your toothbrush, Wilbur slid into frame, already jamming out to his own music.

You covered your mouth with your hand stifled your laughter. Wilbur laughed with you and tugged on your waist, trying to get you to dance with him. You aggressively shook your head no, you hated dancing. You would think by now that you would be used to Wilbur and his random dance breaks, but you never came around. 

You looked down in shame as Wilbur attempted to get you to spin around. Once you made it clear that you were not in the mood to dance, Wilbur turned down the music and waddle over to the counter.

You grabbed the camera, “If someone wants a very tall British man, you can come get him. Warning: not fun dance outbreaks.”

“Oh come on now, y/n!” Wilbur wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his head on yours, “Stop pretending like you don't like to dance.” “You know I hate dancing,” You reminded him.

“Well chat, apparently I’m not allowed to have any fun in the morning? But anyway, that was a joke, but- we do really have to get ready. Should we do this Disney Channel style?”

You laughed and shook your head, “No, I think I just want to make sure you don't miss your meeting.”

“That’s at nine! We have time! Please let me have fun with you! It’s going to be such a stressful day!” He pouted with the cutest puppy dogs eyes.

There was no way that you could say no to him, “Alright, what fun we having?”

Wilbur said nothing and prepared his toothbrush like yours, “Last one to finish brushing their teeth has to do the dishes tonight.”

You hated dishes. You were winning this one. You didn't even wait for a countdown. You instantly grabbed your toothbrush and turned on the water with lightening speed. 

“What?!” Wilbur yelled. “That’s not fair!”

You did your best to bump him away, but it literally did nothing. Both of you were laughing very hard but Wilbur quickly caught up. You both fought with your hands, trying to cup a decent amount water. You both managed to get the water into your mouth and you turned to face Wilbur, it came down to who could rinse the fastest. You two just stared at each other, wishing the water around. You were dead serious. You were not doing the dishes tonight. Wilbur kept flaunting his hands around trying get himself to go faster, which ended up in him completely breaking out in laughter and spitting all over your face. It took you by surprise and all that you could you do was laugh to yourself, you eventually spit the water out in the sink, raising your hands in victory. 

“I am so sorry, love!” Wilbur took your hand and guided you into his arms, gently running his hand up and down your back, “I didn't think that would be that hilarious.” “It’s okay,” You laughed and looked back in the mirror. You were completely drenched shoulder up, “It was fun. Better to happen to me than you, you look really nice today for the shoot.” “Thank you,” Wilbur blushed and turned you around, “I think that is enough recording for today. All that we have left to do is leave so... thank you for watching! Subscribe now and remember, cooking stream at six mil! Bye guys!”

[peterbarnes]

#10 with Peter Parker from the prompt list? thank you!

10. surprise kisses, in which your lover weren't prepared for it but responds immediately

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You hid behind the curtain side stage, peering out just enough so you could see him, but not enough for him to see you. The last thing you wanted to do was distract him when he was in his zone. And you could tell that’s exactly what he was in now. There were certain things Peter did whenever he concentrated- subconscious habits that he would always deny with a flustered squeak. But there was something about the furrow of his uneven brows and the way he would run his tongue over his bottom lip that made him so fucking cute.

The decathlon team made it to the finals, which meant that only the best and brightest of the team would be representing them on that panel. Peter was a no-brainer, obviously, always the smartest one in every room. And MJ was up there right beside him and Betty, looking as unimpressed as ever as she fiddled with her yellow blazer.

Your passions lied in the more artistic side of things, but when Peter asked you with his sweet, pleasing tone to join you could hardly say no to him. So you were perfectly content to watch your best friend mentally kick ass while you admired him from afar.

You were startled by the sharp sound of a buzz booming through the auditorium. When your eyes shot back to the Midtown panel, you saw Peter holding his hand over the buzzer, his face lit with determination and a slight smirk that you knew meant he had the answer.

“Midtown High,” the moderator called.

“7?” Peter questioned, a shyness seeping into his voice as he looked out into the crowd of hundreds of people.

The moderator looked at his cards before yelling into his microphone with gusto, “correct! Midtown High takes the national championship!”

You let out a small scream, bouncing on your feet as the three of them shot out of their chairs in excitement. Betty jumped into MJ’s arms, and while MJ refused to wrap her arms around her, you could see a soft, friendly smile lighting up her face.

Peter’s first instinct, however, was to rush off stage to where you stood cheering.

“Holy crap, [Y/N], we won! We won!” He called, wrapping his muscular arms around your frame and squeezing you tight. He was warm and soft, like a teddy bear you wanted to cuddle forever. His eyes wrinkled slightly as a wide grin stretched across his face, his eyes sparkling as they bored into your own.

“Oh my god, I gotta call May…”

You drowned out the sound of his voice as your eyes focused on his lips. They looked slightly chapped, but god, so kissable. The kind that would make you see heaven as they brushed over your own.

Do it. Come [Y/N], just do it. It’s been years- make your fucking move.

Before your brain could fully catch up with your body, you reached your hands out, cupped his soft, warm cheeks, and crashed your lips onto his.

As soon as you realized what you had just done, you opened your eyes, widening them in panic. You were about to push against his chest and pull away from the kiss, when suddenly his still body started to move fluidly with you. He was kissing you back.

It was like he was melting into you. His arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, pulling you close enough to him that there was no space between the two of your bodies. He moved his face closer to yours too, and you could feel the flutter of his long lashes against your cheek and the nudge of his nose against yours. And his lips, they didn’t just kiss you back, they danced along your mouth, sliding and pecking, pouring all the passion in his entire body into it.

“[Y/N],” he whispered softly against your lips as he pulled away slightly. His eyes were still closed, as if he were lost in a blissful trance. When they slowly opened, they were somewhat hesitant, as if he hadn’t just made you see stars.

“You…” you whispered back in disbelief. “You kissed me back.”

“Of course I did. I… I’ve wanted this for longer than you could possibly imagine.”

His eyes sparkled and he shot you a boyish grin before softly pecking your nose.

“Me too,” you told him, resting your forehead against his. “Me too.”

“So…” Peter dragged out mischievously, his eyes twinkling. “I did just win a decathlon… And we did kinda just admit our feelings for each other… Wanna go celebrate back at the hotel?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”