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songbirdseung · 7 months ago

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the new girl / sim jaeyun

where sim jaeyun takes a liking of the new employee working under their label. genre strangers to friends, friends to lovers warnings none?

Who would have thought that one day you’d be standing between the tall gray walls you had grown so familiar with, walls you had only seen through a screen while watching your favorite TikTok challenges? Yet, here you were, taking a tour of the very company you would soon be working for.

As you walked alongside your supervisor, a sense of disbelief and awe washed over you. Every corner you turned revealed a scene you had seen in videos, now coming to life before your eyes. The reality of it all hit you harder with each step. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine you’d be working for this company, let alone as an assistant manager for your favorite boy group.

By the end of the day, your back ached from all the bowing, your cheeks hurt from maintaining a polite smile with every introduction, and your brain buzzed with the effort of trying to remember each and every name and face.

But when it came time to greet the last person, there was no way you could forget them.

Jake was heading toward the company's café to grab a coffee before clocking out for the day when he noticed you. Your unfamiliar face instantly caught his attention, and he found himself unable to look away as the barista prepared his order. Curiosity mixed with a sudden surge of courage propelled him forward, his feet moving on their own until he was standing right in front of you.

"Hi."

He had planned to say more, to offer something witty or engaging, but the moment he got a closer look at you, his brain seemed to short-circuit, leaving him with only that simple greeting.

Meanwhile, you were utterly speechless. If you had been in disbelief earlier just from being at the company, seeing Jake—your bias—up close now pushed you beyond anything you could have imagined. You knew you’d eventually meet them, but not this soon, and definitely not like this.

"Hey," you reply, a shy smile tugging at your lips as you look up at him.

The silence that follows isn’t awkward, but rather a comfortable pause, filled with intrigue and curiosity. You both take a moment to study each other, eyes searching for something familiar yet completely new. Jake gazes at you with a mix of wonder and hesitation, his mind racing to find the right words that wouldn’t make him sound like a fool.

"Uhm… are you new here? I don't think I've ever seen you around," he finally asks, his voice carrying a soft hint of uncertainty as if he's just as surprised by his boldness as you are.

"Yeah, it's my first day actually," you respond, your answer piquing Jake’s curiosity even more. In that moment, he forgets all about the plans he had with Ni-ki, finding himself sitting across from you, elbows resting on the table, leaning in as if trying to etch your face into his memory.

He sneaks a glance at your ID and name pin, reading off your name and work position before looking back at you with a playful grin. Whatever had come over him, this boldness was new, unfamiliar territory. But with you, it felt surprisingly easy. "Assistant manager? For a second, I thought you were a trainee," he jokes, laughing softly when he notices the blush spreading across your cheeks.

Meanwhile, you were internally freaking out, half expecting to wake up from what felt like a dream. The urge to pinch yourself or curl up in a ball once you were alone later was overwhelming, but you tried your best to stay composed. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself, so you kept your cool, even though your mind was spinning. "Yeah, I'm 21, there's no way they'd accept me as a trainee," you giggle, the sound soft and sweet, contrasting the storm of emotions swirling inside you.

Jake's eyes widen at your answer, the realization that you’re both the same age catching him off guard. But his surprise quickly melts into a smile, his mind already crafting a witty response.

"Really? We’re the same age? Well, I guess that means you’re old enough to help me sneak out of work early," he teases, leaning back with a playful glint in his eyes. "But I suppose since you're assistant manager now, you might be the one keeping an eye on me instead."

And that's exactly what you did. The next few days were a whirlwind of responsibilities, with tasks piled high on your desk, each one challenging enough to match your level of expertise. Your supervisors were thorough, guiding you through the nuances of your new role, ensuring you were well-equipped to handle the demands of the job. It was overwhelming at times, but you were determined to prove yourself.

Despite the hectic pace, you couldn’t help but steal a few moments to observe the boys, especially Jake. You found yourself subconsciously timing your breaks with theirs, just to catch a glimpse of them in the practice room or in the hallways. Watching them work so hard was fascinating, but your eyes always seemed to be drawn to Jake.

His energy was magnetic, and you admired the way he balanced his laid-back attitude with his dedication to the group. Whether he was practicing choreography with laser focus or joking around with the members during breaks, there was something about him that made it impossible for you to look away. Every time he flashed that easy smile or cracked a joke, it was like a small burst of sunshine in the middle of your busy day.

Jake seemed to notice your presence too. You’d often catch him glancing your way during practice, a mischievous glint in his eyes whenever your gazes met. It became a little game between the two of you—these stolen moments of connection amidst the chaos of the day. And each time, your heart would skip a beat, the memory of your first encounter in the café replaying in your mind.

"yn, come over, I think it's time you meet the boys you'll be closely working with," your manager calls out through the open door of the dance practice room, motioning you to join him.

With hesitancy, you make your way inside. Immediately, the boys, who were sprawled on the floor after a long practice session, turn their attention toward you. Some glance at you directly, while others observe you through the mirror. The manager brings you closer, a warm smile on his face as he introduces you to the group. One by one, they get to their feet, smiles spreading across their faces as they bow and greet you.

"Hi, I'm Heeseung," the eldest says, extending his hand with a kind smile. "Welcome to the team. Don't worry, we’re not as intimidating as we might look."

Jungwon, the leader, steps forward next. "Nice to meet you, yn. We’re all really excited to work with you." Jay gives you a small nod, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

Sunghoon smiles warmly, brushing his hair back. "Looking forward to working with you, yn. It’ll be fun having you around."

Sunoo bounces up next, his energy infectious. "I’m Sunoo! It’s nice to finally meet you in person. You’re going to love it here—I’ll make sure of it," he says with a playful wink. "And if you ever need a break from these guys, I’m your go-to person," he teases, earning playful protests from the others.

And then there’s Jake, standing at the back, his smile widening as your eyes meet. That smile—his smile—it seems to melt away all the stress and tiredness from your shoulders. "Hey," he greets simply, his voice warm and familiar, like a shared secret between the two of you.

Last but not least, Ni-ki steps forward, his usual playful grin in place. "Hi, yn. I’m Ni-ki! It’s great to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you," he says with a wink. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he adds, "Jake talks about you all the time."

There’s a beat of silence as the words hang in the air, and you feel the heat rising to your cheeks. Jake’s eyes widen slightly, his ears turning red as he quickly turns to Ni-ki. "Ni-ki!" he says, his tone a mix of embarrassment and warning.

Ni-ki realizes his slip-up, his grin fading as he looks between you and Jake. "Oh, uh, I mean—" he stammers, trying to backpedal. "Just, you know, about how you’re new and all…"

The other members chuckle, trying to suppress their amusement at the situation. Sunoo nudges Ni-ki, whispering something that makes him look even more flustered, while Jay and Heeseung exchange knowing looks.

Your manager, sensing the shift in mood, clears his throat, redirecting the conversation. "Well, I’m glad you’ve all had the chance to meet yn. I’m sure you’ll work well together."

Jake, still a bit red, gives you a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his neck. "Don’t mind him, he’s just… Ni-ki," he says, his voice trailing off as he struggles to find the right words.

You offer a reassuring smile, trying to play it cool despite the fluttering in your chest. "It’s okay," you say softly, meeting Jake’s eyes again. "I’m looking forward to working with all of you."

The awkward tension begins to dissipate as the boys, one by one, continue to welcome you with genuine warmth and friendliness. But even as the introductions wrap up and the conversation shifts to lighter topics, you can’t help but steal a few glances at Jake, wondering just what Ni-ki had meant—and if Jake had really been talking about you more than you realized.

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fallstaticexit · 7 months ago

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When your Gen X, boomer cusp boy mom mother can't read the room to save her life.

AN: If anyone is interested in some more Lyric lore, you can check out my TikTok for part one and part two of her backstory. Trigger Warnings: pregnancy loss, depression.

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Myrah: Oh, my sweet boys! I missed you so much!

Sonny: So you went and got married, huh? Didn’t think to tell us, mama?

Olive: [whispers] Girl, not your mom getting her groove back.

Lyric: [groans] See, this is what I’m talking about...

Nina: [whispers] This was not on my Myrah visit bingo card.

Ernest: We eloped. Nothing too fancy, since it’s both our second marriage. I can send some photos your way, just got to get them developed.

Mel: Developed?

Myrah: My Ernie is an old soul. Very old school.

Sonny: Uh-huh. How old exactly?

Lyric: Isn’t there a dinner we’re supposed to be eating or something?!

Myrah: Oh, that’s right! Everyone sit, I’ll bring out the food.

Sonny: Yeah, maybe get this man a shirt while you at it..

[awkward silence]

Sonny: How’d you meet my moms, man. What’s all this about?

Mel: This isn’t some life insurance scam, is it?

Myrah: Boys!

Ernest: We met at a Divorce Support Group.

Lyric: [sucks teeth] Why are you still going to those? You were divorced over 30 years ago...

Myrah: There’s no expiration date on support! I can still go. We take a trip to Cancun every year.

Ernest: She was telling her story about being a young mom in a loveless marriage, and I really felt that. I was a young father, too.

Sonny: [grumbles] Tuh. Ya don’t say?

Ernest: I asked her to join me for coffee one day, and well, the rest is history.

Myrah: Ernest completes me. We don’t let things like our age keep us from being happy. Ernest satisfies me in ways you can’t imagine-

[Everyone groans]

Ernest: Meeting your mom really changed my life, kids.

Olive: I get it. It happens to the best of us. I fell in love with a beautiful, elegant, rich older woman, and my life has never been the same. I’ll probably never fall in love again.

Sonny: ?????

Myrah: Thank you, Olivia. Kids, I just want you to be happy for me. Don’t I deserve that?

Lyric: This is weird! You get married without telling anyone, and it’s to some guy who’s like half your age. Why would you think we wouldn’t be upset about this?

Myrah: Well, honey, you’re not a little girl anymore. I can do as I please and not have to tiptoe around what my children think. I’m allowed to live my life however I want.

Ernest: Your mother’s right. And I think if you gave me a chance, I could show you how I can be a great father figure and role model to you and your brothers.

Lyric: Am I in the twilight zone?? What the hell is happening right now??

Ernest: Ah! Little man’s burgers! Must of slipped my mind. I guess age is catching up to me.

Sonny: Mhmmm, which is how old again?

Myrah: I’ll get it. Sit tight, baby.

Lyric: [sneers] You! Did you know about this?

Sonny: What! No!

Mel: I mean, you did say you talk to mom everyday. She never mentioned this?

Olive: Can we get these dishes passed around or...

Sonny: I mean, she mentioned having a friend name Ernest once but I’m thinkin’ he’s some old guy she met!

Ernest: [chuckles] Yeah, I get that alot. I normally go by EJ. Ernest Sr. is my father’s name.

Sonny: Uh-huh... and who yo daddy? Probably went to school with him...

Myrah: Alright, got one burger for my big strong, handsome grandson!

Myrah: What? What’s the matter?

Lyric: Mom, there’s cheese and stuff on it! He doesn’t like that! He’ll only have it plain!

Myrah: Ok! Ok! No problem! I’ll just pluck it off! I-I didn’t know-

Lyric: You would have known if you’d bothered to get to know him at all! You don’t know anything about any of your grandchildren, Mateo especially! All you care about is that he’s a boy.

Lyric: You don’t listen to me when I tell you about things that overwhelm him. You don’t listen to me at all! I’m not going to let you make him feel invisible like you did me.

Myrah: Lyric, wait! Please don’t leave like this! Talk to me, Sunshine!

Olive: Um. Thanks for the to-go plates, Mrs. M. I bet it would have been really good when it was fresh.

[tires screeching]

#missing moments #the briar legacy #tw overstimulation #neurodivergent #sims 4 simblr #sims 4 stories #ts4 simblr #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 community #sims 4

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solar-halos · 1 year ago

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my baby fever is officially back so here are some odesta baby hcs

• i’ve mentioned this before, but i think their baby is annie’s spitting image but his mannerisms / personality are very similar to finnick’s

• building off of that, he makes poems about tadpoles and seashells and sand crabs and annie hangs them all up on the fridge. when there is no more space on the fridge they make a scrapbook

• also mentioned this before but i think it’s a pretty popular hc that annie knows how to knit bc mags taught her how. so i think she’d make baby booties and beanies and gloves and she’s freaking out bc she wants to finish all the projects before her due date and everyone is like “?? you live in d4” and annie and finnick (bc in my opinion he lives) are still freaking out bc what if their kid gets cold? (they end up lending a lot of it to katniss and peeta for their kids)

• okay apparently my dad was the only person who cussed around me as a kid so when i was little i said a curse word except i said it in such a thick accent my mom wasn’t even sure what i said at first. i think this would happen with haymitch. odesta is the first to have kids out of the bunch so he’s probably still a little rough around the edges and annie and finnick know that bc their kid starts reciting very colorful d12 curses in a very haymitch abernathy accent. but at least they’re spending time together

• whenever annie is up late from a nightmare she checks up on him and in my experience kids are literally awake like 24/7 so when she sees that she’s like “you wanna bake cookies or go for a swim?” and obviously the answer is yes but he has to know the rules in order to break them (it’s the finnick odair in him!) so he brings up the lights out rule and she’s like “babe i made up that rule so i can just take it back let’s go do something” and so they do! and then her son is soso tired the next day and annie is like hm. maybe MY mom never broke the lights out rule for a reason. (she still breaks it anyway. in moderation)

• finnick loves pretending to be a submarine whenever he and his son play out in the water, complete with sound effects. annie thinks it’s fucking ridiculous (it’s also her favorite thing ever)

• speaking of finnick, i think they have one more kid after the first one but they’re so close in age they’re like we’re never doing this again. they end up doing this again a few years later

• you know those towel cape thingies? yeah. love that. they def have matching duck ones

• finnick and annie are both so chill in different ways. spoiling your appetite? annie’s like, yeah. i was literally doing the same. finnick is like, um. i’m literally in the middle of cooking dinner. going cliff diving? finnick is like, sure. we did that all the time when i was your age. have fun. annie is already swaddling their poor kid in a bunch of flotation devices

• with that being said whenever odesta’s kid wants something he has to be very strategic on who he asks. egging the mayors house? annie will buy him the eggs. traversing the district w some friends? finnick tells him to be back by curfew

bonus:

johanna’s favorite game to play with odesta’s kid is hide and seek. not in a you-hide-i-seek way. have you ever seen that tiktok that’s like “when you’re done playing hide and seek and someone comes out of the most ridiculous place sweaty and dusty and have dry lips and no money and no future”? that’s them, except the feeling is mutual. at first it freaked annie and finnick out that their son would disappear for long periods of time but then they figured out that all they needed to do is see if johanna was marching around the house and upturning everything in her path

#odesta #annie cresta #these were kinda all over the place in terms of age #but whenever a mom has a gaggle of kids following her like ducks in a row it’s so 🥺#like yes that’s a lot of kids but also that’s so cute you’re their ma and they’re following you and just. so cute

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ilikestuff69 · 10 months ago

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On the topic of Haymitch fancastings

So, I am finding a lot of the discussions around who should play young Haymitch to be rather perplexing and infuriating because everyone seems to forget one crucial detail. During his games, Haymitch Abernathy was SIXTEEN. YEARS. OLD.

We need to stop fancasting actors who are in their late 20s/early 30s to play teenagers. There are incredibly talented child actors who will be able to play those roles and I personally think it’s important to have actors who look the right age in stories and with this story, the tributes being children shows how the Capital will take anything innocent and harmless and twist and corrupt it just to either kill it or break it and they do this so they can insert their control over everybody.

And that’s not the only problem I have with people forgetting Haymitch is 16 during his game. I saw a tiktok where the person in the tiktok states, and I quote, “Katniss describes Haymitch as "a looker", woody Harrelson is pretty good looking (imo) so young haymitch has to be as well. Pls don't do what we did for Jace in City of Bones. He was supposed to be beautiful, like he was described in the books” Now I can’t speak on the whole Shadow and Bones aspect of this post as I am not a fan of that series (nothing against it, just never got into it) but even if they do cast an actor in their 20s to play Haymitch that is still an actor playing a character who is SIXTEEN! That’s supposed to be A CHILD! Why does the child HAVE to be good looking for you?! I’m sorry but that’s kinda fucking weird. If we were to ever get a Finnick book/movie these same people would probably say they should just recast Sam Claflin even tho Finnick was fucking 14 during his games, and they’d only say that because they want to thirst over Finnick again.

Also, and this really doesn’t have anything to do with this post because I think we all can agree this is dumb, I saw someone state that they should just recast Woody Harrelson and de-age him because no one will be able to be Haymitch like him and like… c’mon guys. 1. Woody was a great Haymitch but let’s not act like no actor could give a performance on the same caliber as his. 2. Haymitch’s personality in the new book/movie will probably be very different to how he is in the first book seeing as the events in this new book/movie are the events that make him become the man he is later in life.

Long story short, I think Haymitch should be played be an actor closer tho the age he was in the books rather than have an adult play a child. But that’s just me.

Also, while we’re on the subject casting, if President Snow is to appear in the new book/movie, he should absolutely be played by Kiefer Sutherland. If there was ever a reason for nepobabies to exist, it’s for moments like this. It be like when Kurt Russell and Wyatt Russell played the same guy at different ages in Monarch: Legacy of Monsters.

#the hunger games #haymitch abernathy #woody harrelson #sunrise on the reaping #suzanne collins #president snow #coriolanus snow #kiefer sutherland #donald sutherland

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impishtubist · 1 year ago

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I’m in my early 20s (please don’t ask me about TikTok though, I don’t know what’s going on there and I’m too afraid to ask now), and I know some of the fans around my age are here because we grew up reading the books and watching the movies, we’re just old enough to have been around when the movies were kind of at their peak. So, that’s why some of the younger fans are here

Related to this, I think the ones who don’t interact with canon are born of “death to the author,” because I think that had you said pre-2017 all your knowledge came from fanon, you would have been laughed at. But now, we have an influx of fic from quarantine, people who will not read anything from the author due to her atrocious beliefs but also won’t simply read the wiki to get summaries, and a focus on creating “new” ships to distinguish themselves from old fans which circulates until we get the same iterations of people who are essentially OCs. E.g., will I ever shut up about how all these people somehow ignore that the only canon thing we know of Evan Rosier is that this man was loyal to Voldemort to the death and chose to go out fighting rather than surrender? No because the fanon version of him acts like he was forced into this via his parents when we have no indication of this and canon supports more that he was more like Bellatrix—who tortured two people and practically orphaned their son when Voldemort fell and blatantly proclaimed that she and the others would be rewarded when Voldemort returned rather than denying her loyalty to stay out of prison—than say, Regulus—who backed out when he realized what Voldemort was like.

Yeah, I've heard people say that they won't read the source material because of the author, which is all fine and good, but then..........again, why are you here? ('You' in general, not 'you' as in OP). There are so many other pieces of media you could get into where you can read the source material because the author isn't terrible, like ???? If you're that against canon, I don't see a point in being here at all. You're just turning the characters into OCs and stripping them of everything that makes them interesting. Leave the fandom to people who unfortunately got sucked in before the TERFness was revealed 😂 Also, if you're going to create fan content anyway, it seems weird that the line you'll draw is not reading the books. You can just pirate those? And not give her money?

But yeah go off about Evan, we stan 😂

#imp speaks #chaos night

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rosewood-multifandom-writer · 1 month ago

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That one fandom problem @batfsm discussed made me really think about how people truly treat male characters simply for being men. I guess we’re going from one extreme. I’ve already talked about Weird Fandom Misogyny™️ a lot, so now it’s time for that problem’s twin “Weird Fandom Misandry™️.”

As I mentioned before, when male characters like Daryl Dixon form The Walking Dead or Sherlock Holmes do not show ANY signs of being interested in getting romantically or sexually involved with women, they are either headcanoned as gay or asexual. Just because a man is not immediately drooling over the first beautiful woman he sees does not mean he’s gay or ace. He could just be keeping his thoughts to himself and being a gentleman. Or he just has a normal libido and stronger willpower. Or he’s just not that type of guy period.

This is gonna be surprising to a lot of people, I know, but… men are not primal creatures that immediately lose control and dump their responsibilities in the trash the minute an attractive woman walks by them. While I’m at it, men who are flirtatious are not always bisexual. That’s just a personality trait.

Which brings me to Dick Grayson. Apparently, he’s been written as bisexual in some DC Comics canon because… he’s a flirt and he’s been hanging around his male friends. I had a similar conversation about Deadpool being pansexual and people stereotyping him.

In fact, not even JUST stereotyping. It’s straight up thinly veiled fetishization of bisexuality and pansexuality. If you think I’m wrong, I’m about to hit you with examples that I have seen as a bi woman.

If a character is a massive flirt, it means they are bisexual or pansexual. If it’s stated that they are canonically bisexual or pansexual, be mad that said bisexual/pansexual character did not makeout the person they are sharing the same screen with. The latter is what was going on with Deadpool and Wolverine. Because Deadpool did not kiss Wolverine in the movie and hate on Vanessa and turn her into a bitch in some fanfics when Deadpool is being paired with Wolverine. Deadpool in the context of the movie trilogy is loyal and committed to Vanessa, even after they both MUTUALLY broke up and still clearly care about each other.

Should… we tell people that sex negative bisexual people exist? Or that there are bisexuals that choose to be celibate? Or monogamous bisexuals? Or virgin bisexuals? Or bisexuals that want to remain single? Loyal bisexuals that don’t cheat on their partners?

Dick Grayson being bisexual because he’s a flirt just proves my point that some fandoms just do not understand how certain sexualities work, or they stereotype, or they just can’t handle it, or all of the above. In this case, it’s also a mix of Weird Fandom Misandry because if a male character does not flirt with any woman or has a love interest, he must be gay or asexual. If the male character is a flirt, he must be bisexual.

There is a reason why that TikTok audio of people calling bisexual/pansexual people with an opposite sex partner an “ally” for the LGBT “community” will forever age well.

#fandom #lgbt #fandom lgbt issues #ramble

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austinslounge · 2 months ago

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Girl I’m back lol so I just wanna say you answered really well to the anon upset abt AP and idk if this is a age thing because I’m Austin’s age and we’ve come from the height and dangers of insane paps and gossip magazines being on the shelf when your trying to buy your food in EVERYONES FACE, it wasn’t even about if you had a social or followed fan account pages it was just there and you had no choice but to read the heading lol so we’ve, my generation and older have seen the worst of it and yes social media is a beast in itself but 90% of ppl do not really care or live their lives by social media posts and reels, im not sorry we just don’t lol. All the drama that happened over the years with house hold names and look at them still fine and ok.

That anon should take some time like you said bc if you let it it will drive you crazy. I also don’t think it’s embarrassing for Austin at all, it happens more then we know it’s bc we’re fans of Austin and follow fan pages that tell us all the news that we really even know anything. But I could ask 1000 ppl right now in person what they thought abt it and I guarantee the % of ppl who actually know or care is very small and wouldn’t change Austin career or success especially when he’s wanted by so many directors.

I’m proud of Austin and I trust that grown man who’s been taking care of HIMSELF for a long time who’s been through so much to continue to make the best decisions for himself and I really hope and pray social media or so called fans never make him feel insecure about his choices bc honestly fuck yal and leave our mans alone 🙄 social media can be a tool for ruining people (and not always) but that’s usually ppl who rely on it for their success (aka influencers and such) and most talented actors don’t outside of promoting their things. Movies and actors were huge before social media and will continue to be so after.

Life is good and im sure Austin knows that and appreciates his life that he’s works very hard for.

Rant over 🙂

Thanks for your input on this girl. 😊

And yea, I'm around Austin's age too, so I do remember the days before social media lol.

Honestly? Most celebrities get hate online. It's sad, but it's just a fact. We can't control what people say about Austin online, but we can surely control what we choose to focus on and give our attention to.

I always say that an actor's work will eventually speak for itself, and everyone who is a hater will eventually turn to liking them. Austin is just going through a momentary hazing phase that a lot of younger, nice-looking, talented male (and even female!) actors go through as they get a lot of success.

I watch documentaries on lots of celebrities from the past, so I've seen media footage on how people used to treat Britney Spears in the media (when she was just a teenager! 😭), Leo DiCaprio also got massive hate when he was younger, etc. I even personally recall when Anne Hathaway was getting massive hate online, and everyone said she was "annoying" and a "pretentious theater kid".

Now look! Everyone loves Britney! Everyone loves Anne. Leo is regarded as one of the greats, and everyone coming up behind him in the industry wants to have a career like his. He might still get clowned online and in the media for his love life lol, but the point is, he's now looked at with respect. The same will happen with Austin, just watch and see. ☺️ He's too talented and too kind not to.

What it all boils down to is jealousy tbh.

Like you said, when you ask most real people out in the real world (those who aren't chronically online getting their minds poisoned by Twitter 🙄), people love Austin, and find him massively talented! Just the "Elvis" fandom alone loved what he did in that film.

I wish fans would take a break from social media and online forums and just talk to real people for a change. Preferably, people who haven't had their minds influenced by Twitter or TikTok. 😒

#asks

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cleverhottubmiracle · 10 days ago

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If you have kids, you have screens; according to data released last year, the average U.S. home with internet access had 17 connected devices. And if you have screens, you have decisions. How much screen time is too much? If YouTube is OK, what about Instagram? If Instagram is OK, what about TikTok? All the decisions (and the varying opinions floating around out there!) can feel overwhelming, and yes, we’re probably doing something wrong. We can’t be too hard on ourselves, though; after all, we’re among the first wave of parents having to raise kids in an increasingly-digital world. We’re literally trekking through new territory — pioneering, if you will — so it isn’t any wonder we encounter a few hiccups along the way. Think about driver’s licenses and the minimum driving age, for example. Those weren’t developed until years after people started using cars. Until that point, there were no guidelines or guardrails in place; those things came only after trial and error deemed them necessary, as people learned to navigate this new technology — and encountered its pitfalls. And now, a century later, we’re in the same boat with phones, social media, and 24/7 connectedness. Still figuring it all out: the good, the bad, and the ugly. Related story The Lonely Reality of Being 'Connected' Celebrity mom Drew Barrymore is no different. (Celebs — they’re just like us!) While hosting the first-ever Verizon Digital Wellness Summit, the actress, TV host, and mother of two admitted that sometimes as a parent, you just have to backtrack. She referenced a conversation with her daughters, 12-year-old Olive and 10-year-old Frankie, when she was having second thoughts about the guidelines she’d previously set for screen time — and the importance of being honest about it being new territory for everyone. “I had to say, ‘I am learning about this alongside of you and what I discovered does not work for me, and I don’t see this going well for you too, so we’re going to walk this back and we’re going to figure out a new path forward,” she shared at the event. “We just throw our hands up thinking, ‘It’s all out there, it’s too late’ — it is so not. … We really can admit that we’re figuring this out on the job, too.” Verizon wants to make “figuring it out” easier on families. At their Digital Wellness Summit, the company announced a new range of initiatives to promote healthy digital habits and support families in their online lives. “We’re committed to making sure that technology enhances our lives, rather than detracts from them, and our new initiatives are a significant step in that direction,” said Verizon Consumer CEO, Sowmyanarayan Sampath, in a press release. To do this, Verizon is teaming up with others on a new Digital Citizenship Initiative to provide free resources that help K-12 students navigate the online world (you can find this content on their website and through the Discovery Education Experience). They’re also working with the Joan Ganz Cooney Center, a research and innovation lab that operates independently within Sesame Workshop, to study how kids at the key developmental ages of 8-12 use technology, and how it affects them — research that allows them to create programs that promote healthy tech habits. Plus, Verizon will offer free workshops in some stores to help parents and caregivers keep family members of all ages — even vulnerable seniors — safe and savvy online. “Young kids are on the phone 4 to 5 hours on social every day … get 275 notifications every day … and pick up their phone 150 times,” Sampath told SheKnows when we sat down with him at the event. “So having a healthy digital relationship is super important. We have to set boundaries. Those boundaries are going to differ by family, and by circumstance. People are going to have to figure that out — our role in the ecosystem will provide you with the tools to do that.” Through the free Verizon Family app, he says, Verizon customers can monitor what apps their kids are using, how much time they’re spending on them, who they’re calling and texting, and more — plus limit screen time, block certain content, and get feedback on family driving habits and safe location tracking. But more important than any of these things, Sampath told us, is the role parents and caregivers play in getting our families off the phone and into the real world. “We’re essentially competing with the phone for fun,” he pointed out. “At the end of the day, we’re parents; we’re not friends, I’m not your entertainer. But I want people to have positive conversations and engagements with their children, because that’s the best way to manage digital wellness and to create boundaries.” Sampath encourages parents to get out there with their kids — and model putting our own phones down in the process (for expert advice on how to create more quality family time, click here). “Go on a walk, go to the community pool, watch a movie together, watch a game together,” he suggested. “Parents and caregivers have a big role in that.” He’s right, of course; as parenting coach Jennifer Martin previously told SheKnows, “Creating deeper connections through quality time together will deepen your bonds through adolescence into adulthood.” To hear the CEO of the largest mobile network carrier in the United States encourage people to put their phones down is certainly unexpected, but it’s also refreshing. You could think of it this way: not only is it good for crucial bonding, but the more time we spend hanging out with our families “IRL,” the less time we’ll have to spend worrying about what they’re doing on their screens. And for parents, that’s a definite win. Before you go, check out these celebrities who have shared their technology rules for their kids. Source link

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hahah it’s okay i talk a lot too!! especially about this because it really really does piss me off. but yes exactly, i think people overlook the very clear personality differences the two of them have too. pedri obviously gets along with the whole team too they all love him but he’s also clearly much more introverted than gavi is and therefore is much more likely to stick around the same people (mind you gavi is often one of these people too, so that’s why i’m???, gavi pedri and ansu used to go out to dinner a lot as well). gavi is like, best friends with the literal entire team. and i feel like i’m not even exaggerating. he’s close to everyone and therefore isn’t going to be around pedri 24/7 even when they are OBVIOUSLY close (they play for two teams together it’s kinda impossible not to be as well lol. why does this get ignored)…. and yeah the complete disregard of the fact that gavi is also close to ferran and eric is insane to me as well, he’s seen with the three of them pretty often. that one edit made me laugh too, i think pedri has actually mentioned gavi more in interviews than gavi has. completely unprovoked too, he’ll get a question about him bellingham and musiala being stars of the next generation and bring gavi up. like he clearly loves him a lot, that’s his little brother fr, so i truly don’t know why pedri is getting painted like he actively wishes gavi would stay away from him (mind you he willingly drove him everywhere for a year and a half, he wouldn’t have done that if this was the case). a lot of this just really gets me going because i just KNOW they’ve seen it, especially on tiktok. i think that’s why pedri even answered the question on the residency app about him and gavi fighting because he was probably sick of it. i feel like a broken record because i’m sure these people don’t care about any of the things we’re saying, but then again i’m also sure they can’t be above the age of 14 so i try not to get TOO annoyed but oh my god (also sorry for this being so long LOL)

This!! Their personalities are almost the opposite of each other. On one hand, you have Pedri who does pretty well around strangers (you can see how comfortable he is while doing interviews, how easy going he is) but has a pretty tight group of who he spends time with. On the other hand, there's Gavi who's super super reserved around strangers like he gets so shy my poor baby 😭 but once he warms up to someone? That's his bestie and he'll be all over them like an over enthusiastic puppy 😭 just take their meeting with Anitta as an example, Pedri was comfortable talking to her from the start while Gavi kept his distance and looked very nervous but after a while you can see him warm up to her and laugh with her then they took that selfie together.

Pedri only has good things to say about him, and makes sure to praise him every chance he gets because he clearly cares for him and respects him as a player. Idk what more is he supposed to do? He does more than enough people need to leave him alone.

Yeah I'm pretty sure he saw those edits, they were all over tiktok and have entirely too many views. I've seen ones in THREE (3) different languages I kid you not. Being teenage superstars has its downsides I'm afraid. The fact that he had to come out and address it is actually very sad.

#saw them in french arabic and english and they're all cussing out poor ferran 😭

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hellotherekenobi · 2 years ago

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His Secret Infatuation.

Summary: you’ve known Loki since you were children, growing up in love with him. But his reputation as the prince of Asgard gets in the way, and feelings are left burning.

Word count: 6.5k

A/N: I couldn’t help myself. Inspired by this TikTok. Have I seen a lick of Bridgeton? Absolutely not. So, I made this up as I went.

CW/TW: set in a somewhat AU; one (1) nonconsensual kiss.

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Loki isn’t a nice man. Or, more appropriately phrased, much of a gentleman.

He’s acted mischievously ever since he was a child and you would think that as a prince he would be more refined, or at least, with higher standards, more mature. Yet, that’s the way he’s always been and you fear it’s the way he will always be.

Knowing him as a young boy only gives you a higher expectation of him, which he’s never much appreciated.

What can he expect, though, from someone who’s grown up beside him throughout all his years? After all, if there is anyone who knows Loki better than himself, it’s you.

He also makes it clear how much he despises that very fact. Whether it’s because of your status or simply his instinctual resistance, you’re not sure. Though, he has a nasty habit of getting on your nerves as well.

The time he had put frogs in your bed comes to mind. He was only eleven, the little stinker, and found delight in how high-pitched your scream was when you had pulled back the cover to find three slimy river frogs sullying your bedsheets. The teasing went on for weeks after that, where he’d tell anyone he spoke to about the prank he had pulled and how horrified you were of it.

Then, at fifteen years of age, he teased you about having not yet kissed someone, making you believe he’d help end your misery but instead pressed a frog to your lips when he had broken his promise. You swore to hate him from that day forward, but as much as you deny it, and he too, there is no one closer than you both.

“We’re not friends!” He’d cry to anyone who would suggest it, then be slipping through your bedroom window the same afternoon to play hide and seek in the forest until it got dark.

As much as he was cruel, he was also kind.

There had been one evening where he had hidden expertly well—which later you found to be a trick of his magic—and it was too dark to find him or your way back home. The sounds of the forest scared you and you had huddled yourself inside the curve of a tree trunk. Through your tearful whimpers, you had heard him call your name, and then his hand was offered to you, like a white knight in the face of danger. Loki had wrapped his arms around you the entire way back to your house, intent on staying with you until the tears stopped streaming down your cheeks.

It’s in those moments, when his shield is down, that you see him better than anyone else, even his brother, Thor. Loki lets you see him be kind, but not just that, he lets you see him care. And to get back at him for all the horrible pranks he pulled on you as children, you never let it go that the God of Mischief has a heart.

Of course, as all children must do, you and Loki grew up. He as a grandeur prince and you as a dweller of the city. Not nearly high enough in status to even be talking to the prince, yet that doesn’t stop either of you.

Sometimes, Loki still slips through your window, asking you to go to the forest with him. The first few times were sweet, romantic even, but all too soon they became impossible to accept with the weight of your own separate lives. The offers became stagnant and seldom until they stopped altogether.

Yet, you still wait for him, hoping that you’ll hear him tap against the glass and ask for you to run away to the forest with him. Even if you are to tell him no, you still wait for him.

The times you spend with each other are in between already scheduled moments throughout your days. When he had a minute to spare away from the castle, he would seek you out and walk with you through the markets, nudging your shoulder every now and then. He always had something to talk about and you, in turn, always had something to counter with.

There were playful moments of throwing sunflower seeds at each other, which were recently purchased by him, or of your own variation of hide and seek where you had to find where the other person was trying to blend into the scenery.

There were moments of sincerity, too. Times where walking side by side became closer, closing the gap and pressing against each other’s arms. Times where his hand would brush yours, never daring to hold it but simply touching, since that was more than enough for the two of you.

Interactions like these aren’t foreign, seeing how close you’ve been since kids, but they feel taboo—a prince and a commoner holding hands will surely arise many whispered discussions, which would find their way to Odin in less than a day. It was never spoken, as you dared not accept let alone consider your feelings for him, but Loki’s choice of romantic interest is hardly his own personal decision on his step of the royal ladder.

It is why there are so many banquets and gatherings held at the castle, especially inviting those from faraway lands or dominions. The festivity is as much for Thor as it is for Loki. Granted, there are no rules against mingling in the lower provinces of Asgard’s territory, but there isn’t a blessed welcome to the idea either.

It also isn’t as if you aren’t invited to the gatherings. In fact, you attend every one. At first, it was to be moral support for Loki in awkward social situations, especially with handsome strangers (he’s a hopeless flirt, you swear off it.) Later, though, when he and his brother were instructed to fraternize and entertain the guests, your appearance was more so for your support.

Don’t let him forget me, you would say in your head, more so when he would be dancing with some gorgeous royalty.

He never left you alone, though. Loki would always seek you out in the crowd or find a place to talk to you away from prying eyes. Eventually, those moments were rare to find after Odin caught on to where the two of you would go. If Loki wasn’t present in the room, Odin knew immediately that he was with you. So, the two of you have become accustomed to hiding from guards or getting caught by them.

The interference doesn’t stop inside ballrooms, however. Soon Odin had guards posted all around the city, mostly in the places he knew you and Loki walked so that they could keep an eye on you or find some excuse to tear Loki away.

One day, too soon for your liking, your rendezvous with Loki stopped. There were far too many interruptions to have even a minute to talk, and Odin gave so many responsibilities to Loki that he hadn’t any time to see you at your house. Even meeting in the forest was impossible. Odin’s guards would be there too.

Now you see Loki from afar.

Sometimes, if you both are lucky, you will find time to talk to each other, but it never lasts for very long. The effort is always appreciated, even if all that you get is a look from him from across the crowd.

It only dawns on you now, as you lay awake in your bed, that Loki has always searched for you; as a child and even now, you are his focus. The more the years span out, the more you notice how busy he is, and you hate to think that because of some sentimental attachment he could be completely throwing away what privileges he has, especially for his future.

So, you decide quickly that you’ll stay away from Loki. The real concern is, however, if he can stay away from you.

You plan to simply stop associating with him. If you see him in the distance, you walk the other way. If he manages to catch your arm, you make an excuse to leave.

“Why do you run from me?” he asked you once in the markets, where you had busied yourself with the fabric on the stall in front of you when he met your gaze.

“You exhaust me, Loki.”

Regretfully, that’s what you told him once the guards surrounding you dared to move in closer, to pull you both apart, and you had hurried to get him away before they got there. The impact of your words was evident on his face; furrowed brows and glossy eyes. He disappeared into the crowd without a word, and the most you saw of him from then on was from behind the royal court.

There are still invitations to gatherings, of course. All are welcome to join, but you sometimes turn down the offer, especially if it’s more finely dined rather than a ball. The last thing you need is to sit across from Loki where you can’t avoid his gaze even if you try.

The difficulty of trying to stay away is that no matter what, no matter the distance or time or warning, your heart still yearns to be with him. Goodness, you’d even suffer through another practical joke involving frogs if it means that you can hear him laugh again. In recent years, he’s become so serious.

Eventually, your excuses ran dry, as you knew they would, the very day you receive an invitation to a royal ceremony the princes of Asgard warmly encourage all to attend.

“Clear your schedules!” Thor would shout throughout the streets.

It made everyone excited, and of course, you were roped into that, so turning down this offer was something you could not do.

Worrying just makes the days go by faster, and so before you know it the night of the ceremony arrives and you’re walking among the crowd of people through the entrance of the large golden doors of the palace.

Some things have changed, you notice when you look around to see tapestries moved from one spot to another from what you remember when you would come here so often. Surfaces are much shinier and more glistening than you’ve ever seen them. It almost feels like stepping into a foreign place, and you find yourself so caught up in taking in the surroundings that when you hear Loki’s voice it about startles you so much that you jump in place.

He’s standing at the top of the staircase, golden chalice in hand, right next to his brother who takes over the conversation after Loki had spoken a simple “welcome”, smiling through a greeting and thanking everyone for coming.

It’s rather embarrassing, you think to yourself, at the way you stare at Loki as if you haven’t seen him in years, but you allow yourself to indulge in this, seeing as you’ve hardly interacted with each other.

Yes, you keep your gaze fixed and take him in; the way his hair is styled, neatly pushed back, the shimmer of the green fabric he wears, the poise of how he stands so straight, and the curve of his slim fingers around the chalice. His eyes, even from this distance, are still so captivating, and you about jump out of your skin a second time tonight when they suddenly look at you.

Quickly, you turn your head and hope he doesn’t notice how you had been staring, but when looking at the adjacent wall becomes insufferable, you turn your head back and catch how he still looks at you.

It’s only Thor raising his chalice and announcing for everyone to have fun that draws Loki’s attention away from you, where he mimics his brother by raising his own cup and giving a polite smile to all of the guests.

That’s when the crowd starts moving and you’re practically swept away by all the people, moving further into the palace that you’re in the main ballroom where couples are already dancing and others are already searching for their own cup of wine.

You immediately make your way over to the food table, glancing over the selection but not really having any intention of taking anything. Really, you want to say hello to a few people so that you have the word of others that you did actually attend tonight, and then slip out before anyone can notice you’re missing and simply snuggle into your bed that’s calling for your name at home.

This tactic of yours has worked rather well in previous instances, however, you don’t expect someone to approach you, nor do you expect to feel their hand gently rest on the small of your back and the way they almost press onto your side. Your hand would immediately shove this person off of you in any other scenario, but you know that touch from anywhere, even after all this time.

“I didn’t think you’d show up tonight,” Loki says beside you, quiet and gentlemanly enough that it doesn’t draw any outward attention, “but you seem to have caught my eye.”

His head turns a fraction in your direction, ghosting close enough that you’re almost slipping into the cloud his presence kicks up, but manage to get a hold of yourself and step back a fraction, though his hand still stays on you.

“I hadn’t much of a choice,” you tell him, and you know he understands what you mean about the enthusiasm of his brother. “I don’t plan on staying for very long. I have things to do in the morning.”

“Then I count myself a lucky man that I have this privilege,” he smiles softly, but you know it’s far from sweet and more so mischievous. “Would you honor me with a dance before you go?”

“Would that be very wise?” You ask him genuinely, quickly checking to see if this interaction alone has already caught the attention of the palace guards.

“My sweet, I haven’t a clue what you mean.”

He offers his free hand to you before you can blink at his reply, already feeling yourself heat up from his charming speech. You’re not quite sure what compels you to take his hand, throwing all sense out the window with even that one small gesture, but after all the distance you’ve built up between the two of you, it’s evident just how much you’ve missed him, letting caution take chase of the wind.

Loki leads you onto the dance floor, holding you close to him in his arms with those radiant eyes only on you, entrapping you into his aura. The music starts gently and the two of you sway, following the pattern of this style of song.

The worry of being caught, or pulled apart, is far back in your mind as you dance with Loki like you’ve always been side by side since you were children. The kindness you always saw in him only shines more brightly now, in which you’re the centre of his attention and, if you convince yourself of it fully, take glee in the belief that he acts this way only around you.

All of the time and distance between you two vanish with each step you take in the dance. It wipes the slate clean whenever Loki leads you in a spin, and then grounds you with the same firmness of his hand on your back.

You can get lost in this moment, in his arms, and in his eyes. It’s easy and almost second nature to want to fall into it, but then something catches the corner of your eye and turns that feather-light cloud into something dark and grey.

The palace guards have come to stand at the edge of the crowd, watching in at everyone dancing, but it’s clear as day that they’re here to watch Loki and you; to keep an eye on you both.

You think that maybe Loki has seen them as well, but his gaze is fixed on you, almost so deep in his thoughts or, dare you even think it, his heart, that you wonder if he even noticed you look away.

“Loki,” you whisper, placing a hand on his chest. “Maybe we should stop.”

“Stop, why?” He asks, a tinge of boyish concern on the tip of those words.

You don’t want to worry him, and you definitely don’t want him to understand that the reason why you’ve been avoiding him for so long is because of his father, but you’re too scared of possibilities to think to put it lightly.

“I’m getting dizzy,”

He’s hesitant on stopping, you can feel it, but he slows his steps until he waits on the marble and you slip yourself out of his hold. Something stops whatever words are travelling up your throat, and instead, you simply bow your head and then quickly make your way into a different section of the palace, as far away from that dance floor and from Loki as possible.

With your hurry, however, you don’t exactly pay attention to the people around you and suddenly collide with someone with a drink that spills from their hand and onto the side of your clothes.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going—” and a breathless exclaim of your name cuts you off, meeting the blue eyes of a certain blonde-haired prince. “Thor, I’m so sorry about your drink.”

He waves an over-exaggerated hand at you that if there were any drink left remaining in his glass, it would have been spilt by him instead.

“There’s more to have. Besides, I could say I walked into a ghost. I haven’t seen you since we were children.”

You show him a small smile, but goodness knows how awkward he’s just made this situation. “Yes, it’s been a while,”

“Have you gone to see Loki? He’ll be so happy to see you,” he begins searching out his brother in the groups of people behind you, looking over your head as if he is shorter than you.

“No, that’s okay,”

“He will be delighted, trust me. He never stops talking about you,”

“But, Thor—”

“Look,” he grabs a hold of your hand firmly, squeezing it in excitement or anticipation, you’re not entirely sure which. “I dare say this party is for you, so you have to go see him.”

He starts to walk ahead of you, but his sentence gives you the sturdiness that you need and you plant your feet on the floor, tugging his hand back so that he turns to look at you.

“What do you mean by that?”

Almost like a child caught breaking their mother’s prized vase, he turns a dusting shade of pink.

“Well, it’s only that we hardly see you at the palace anymore and... you haven’t exactly responded to many invitations as of late,”

“Thor,” it’s as much of a plea as it is a stern tone. “Did Loki really plan this party for me?”

He swallows thickly, looking around the room as if someone will appear suddenly and drag him away for telling a secret.

“I shouldn’t say, but he’s missed you,”

Those words make you feel guilty, right down to your bones. Yet, it seems so clear now; why the invitation was so strongly encouraged, why Loki saw you in the crowd, and why he found you so quickly. It’s a façade for Odin but an incentive for you.

It would be pointless to say you haven’t missed him, too. You’re already walking on stardust since the two of you danced. But you feel as if you need to come down from that cloud, though you desperately want to remain perched there.

There are two sides fighting inside you right now; one which wants to seek Loki out and hear from himself if Thor’s words are true, and one which wants to escape the confrontation entirely and leave before anyone can see that you’re missing.

With two sides, one is always stronger. And, to your dismay, the one led by emotions is the prevalent, rather than the intuition.

“Do you know where he is?” You ask, too far gone from holding yourself back.

Thor nods. “Yes, he should be in the main hall.”

With your hand still in his hold, he turns around and walks in the direction he was originally leading you, past people and servers and pillars, until you’re right in the centre of the palace.

The room is completely filled and you wonder how you’re going to navigate yourself through them, though you have no doubt that Thor will push his way through and everyone, seeing him as the prince, will let him.

“He’s with the Warriors Three,” Thor says, pointing across the room.

Sure enough, the people in question are talking to Loki on the other side of the room and he looks completely indulged in the conversation.

“Come on,” Thor tugs your hand.

But you stop him yet again. “I don’t want to interrupt,”

He looks at you like you’re being foolish, shaking his head.

“He can talk to them at any time,”

“But I really shouldn’t,”

“Why not?”

You can’t exactly say it plainly—your father won’t allow it—so you figure up an excuse.

“I don’t look my best.”

“Please,” he chuckles. “You look beautiful. It’s a wonder you haven’t caught my brother’s eye already.”

Well, you could tell him that you have already spoken to him, but that won’t help your situation.

“Just give me a moment,” you say. “I promise.”

Thor lets out a deep sigh and then lets go of your hand.

“All right, but come quickly.”

You nod at him and Thor walks through the sea of people, making his way to the other side.

There really is nothing in the world you want more than an opportunity to talk to Loki and get some answers, and give some answers, too, you’re sure of it.

But there isn’t time, you think. With so many people at the palace and so many guards posted around, anyone can be a witness to your interactions with Loki. The Warriors Three, certainly, and everyone knows how loudly they chatter.

No, this is too risky.

Unless...

The gardens outside are completely unoccupied. Not a single candle is lit, showing that the guests are supposed to stay indoors, but if it’s the only way you can get Loki alone, then you’ll take it.

Stepping over to the large glass door which is slightly ajar, most likely to circulate the air, you wait a moment until Loki happens to see where you stand, and you pretend to quickly look away as if you hadn’t been watching him and slip through the gap outside.

It’s dark but you keep walking, further and further away from the palace, deeper into the gardens until you’re behind various large hedges which successfully block the view from either end.

In the middle of the space is a fountain pumping water rhythmically and, thankfully, there are some lights attached to the ornament at the base so that you’re not completely standing in the dark.

So, you wait. You watch the water stream in the fountain and you think of what you want to say, wondering if the truth is a good idea or if that will make the situation worse.

As time stretches on, you begin to fiddle with your hands, growing nervous. There’s a high possibility that Loki won’t follow you out here, especially after you had ended the dance before, and if anyone is to come looking for you, it might be a guard.

When you worry yourself senseless, you turn on your heel to leave, thinking it a ridiculous idea in the first place, but are stopped by the figure standing by the opening of the hedges, looking at you.

Just as you had thought, he came.

“What are you doing out here?” He asks, slowly stepping closer, but not breaking the respectable distance. “The party is inside.”

“Yes,” you speak, fiddling with your hands some more. “I just needed some air. There are so many people.”

Loki nods his head, walking instead around you so that he can peer into the fountain as if there are coins for him to steal.

“There’s a breeze out here,” he says. “Are you not cold?”

“No, I don’t feel the cold.”

“Then why are you trembling?”

He reaches out to touch your hands, simply pressing into them gently to stop you from fiddling. You can’t help yourself, you seem to get so nervous around him, especially after all these years.

The confidence you had in your original plan is slowly dissipating. Even more so, really, because it’s been so long since you’ve felt his touch, though you danced with him before. It’s different this time; you’re alone with him now.

“It’s nothing,” you shake your head. “I’m fine.”

Yet, you’re far from fine when he steps closer to you, now invading your space, and looks at you intently.

“You don’t have to lie to me,” he whispers.

If only he knew you’ve been lying to him for years, making him believe that you want nothing to do with him when really all you want is to be with him. What you would give to turn back the clocks and stay.

“Loki,” you say carelessly, trying to sound bothered, “I’m telling the truth.”

“I know you better than you think. You’ve never liked the cold.”

“That was when we were children,”

“And you’ve hated it since we were teenagers.”

“People change,”

“Hearts don’t,” he says with a squeeze of your hand. “I haven’t.”

Truly, he really hasn’t changed, not one bit, from the little boy who used to put frogs in your bed and climb through your bedroom window. It was all so simple back then. The world felt small. Now, it feels too big to stand in.

You arch an eyebrow, trying to appear indifferent. “That’s obvious, isn’t it? You still can’t take no for an answer.”

“I wish you had stayed,”

His words are so featherlight, the meaning of them almost billows past you. He speaks without prompt, causing you to hold your breath and watch him with softened eyes, feeling caged in around the hedges and with his hands still holding yours.

“I keep wondering why you did it,” he murmurs. “I can’t sleep. All I think about is you. All I want is you.”

“Loki,” you begin, not wanting this to go any further.

What a stupid idea to come out here, knowing that he’d follow you. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He’s still the prince. And shouldn’t you trust Thor’s word enough to not hear it from Loki? You knew it the second Thor said that this party was planned for you that he meant it, yet you still wanted more. Now, look where it’s gotten you.

“You wanted me too at one time, didn’t you?” He asks. “What did I do to lose your favor?”

Taking a deep breath, you feel like you might topple over at any minute. He’s been living his life feeling like the reason why you pushed him away, even though it was the only thing you could think to use against him to stop what was clearly flowering between you two.

You hate that you did it, but you hate to think that you can ruin things worse for him if you let him back in.

“I told you once,” you say, pulling your hands out of his hold.

He immediately looks pained by the action, your hands feeling empty. Your heart feels empty, too. But you have to do this.

“You’re exhausting.”

“No,” he shakes his head. “You’re lying.”

“It’s the truth, Loki.”

“Please,” his lips are trembling. “Don’t leave me again.”

If he says it one more time, you might do as he says. Tears are pricking your eyes but you dare them not to fall. You can’t let him see you sad, otherwise he’ll never give up.

“It was a mistake for me to come here,” you say, referring to the party but also meaning the gardens. “I’m sorry.”

You turn away from him, walking past the hedges. With your back facing him, you let yourself silently cry, knowing that you’ve done more damage now then when you ripped his heart apart in the marketplace.

He’ll never give up unless you’re brash with him. You thought it was enough to simply say the words, but it turns out he needs more to deter himself from you. If walking away from him now doesn’t work, then you have no hope at all.

And then his hand finds your shoulder and he spins you around, and in the split second of facing him, you see that he’s crying as well and he’s surely noticed the tears on your cheeks, but it’s only a moment before he leans forward and presses his lips to yours.

The gasp is stuck in your throat, your hand against his chest, pushing. He holds you to him with a hand at the back of your head, keeping you where you are so that his lips can explore you.

You’re dizzy, fingers tightly wrapped in his shirt, somewhere between pulling away and pulling him closer. His lips, salty from his tears, are intoxicating but bold.

Only when someone calls his name do you register that you’re not behind the hedges anymore. Anyone who looks through the windows will be able to see you two, and when you realize that the voice is Thor’s, you gain all sense of control and shove Loki away from you, hearing the thump when you press your palms to his chest.

“That wasn’t very nice,” you breathe out, watching his dejected expression.

His arms are somewhat hovering in the position they were in before, where there’s now empty space where you had once been. Though you lips are tingling, you’re on fire.

Thor approaches you both, stepping beside you.

“Brother?” He asks. “What are you both doing out here?”

It has to be pure luck that he didn’t see what happened. In any case, it’s more than what should have taken place.

“I’m going home,” you say, keeping your eyes on Loki for a moment before turning toward Thor. “I think I ate something bad.”

“Oh, please let me accompany you home?”

“No, that’s all right. I’ll walk.”

Loki does nothing to stop you, or make any intention of speaking, so you give a short, courteous bow and walk away. This time with the intention of never stepping back into his life again.

When the weeks pass and there is not a single gathering at the palace after that night, you believe that Loki has finally given up on you. Perhaps he’s feigning sickness to prevent any association at all, but you get the quiet you always wanted.

Though, you hate it, the quiet is something you have to live with, especially as there were additional guards around your homeland after the party. They didn’t stay for long, probably understanding that you’re staying away from Loki as much as he’s now staying away from you, and life goes back to normal.

Or, the only normal you’ve known outside of Loki Laufeyson.

He’s really been a part of your life since the start and even when he’s not around you, you can’t help but think about him and think back on all the memories. You wish you had more of them.

Instead, you fill your time with work, starting from the early morning until the evening, so that there is no opportunity at all to somehow bump into the prince.

It’s exhausting work but you find it guarantees a restful sleep, so, when you return home in the night, you’re ready to fall directly onto your bed, but that doesn’t happen. What you’re not ready for is for there to be someone inside your house when you arrive, and you would be screaming if this person isn’t standing right by the fireplace for you to see their face.

No matter what you do, you can’t seem to get rid of him.

“Loki,” you gasp, a hand on your chest. “You scared me.”

“I apologize,” he says, taking one step toward you. “That was not my intention.”

With a sigh, you close the door behind you and let yourself take in the situation. He’s wearing a cloak, completely black, and there was no horse outside, so he’s come here in secret.

“What do you want?” You ask, feeling tense.

Loki looks down at the floor, picking at his palm which he always does when he’s nervous. It’s something you remember him doing so much when he was young, and it appears that it’s a habit he still has.

“I want to be free of you,” he says, eyes now on you. “The way you are clearly free of me.”

If he thinks you go a day without thinking about him, then you have really done some damage.

“I just want a few answers,” he says.

This could be risky, but you’ve taken a chance on far worse.

“Okay,” you nod, stepping further into the room. “Ask me.”

He waits a moment, and in the firelight you can see him swallow.

“Why do you not like me?”

Sighing, you tilt your head. “I thought we finished our conversation at the party.”

“I don’t think you told me the truth,”

“Maybe that’s your problem,” you say. “You want answers and then you don’t accept them.”

“There has to be more,” he says, stepping in front of you when you make a move to walk away. “We were so close.”

“And we grew up. Loki, don’t you see? We’re living different lives.”

“My life means nothing without you.”

The exhaustion is now sweltering, nipping at your ribcage from where it ignites. You’re so tired of acting in front of him. All you’ve been is distant. It confuses you with annoyance that he can still appreciate you after all you’ve done.

“Why do you care so much?” You ask with heavy breath.

His eyebrows furrow, creasing lines at his forehead.

“You really need to ask that?”

“Yes.”

He’s like a rock wedged into the sand, refusing to be pushed under when a wave splashes onto it. You’re the wave, crashing over and over again, and he doesn’t move.

“Everyone knows it,” he speaks, the look on his face mixed with irritation and lucidity. “My brother knows it, the Warriors Three, they know it. The All-Father—”

“Your father would rather keep you hidden in the palace than associate with someone like me.”

“This isn’t about what Odin thinks. It’s not about any of them.”

“So, it’s about you?”

Maybe he’s not budging by the weight of the waves, but what you say sinks him into the sand. He shifts, not looking as boyish as before. The whole of him tenses, starting from his jaw and working its way down to his fingers. His brows are creased now in impatience.

“I do not know how to be any more clear,” he says, growing restless.

“Well, do not get angry,” you defend, watching his shoulders stiffen.

“I’m not angry.”

“You look angry,”

He’s frowning at you, all hawkish and tempered. Half solemn, half furious. A crimson tinge at his cheeks grows to the tips of his ears.

“And bothered,” you examine, watching his chest rise and fall at an agile pace. “Look at you, you’re downright flushed.”

Loki groans, closing his eyes briefly. “Yes, that is what happens—”

“When one is angry?”

“When one burns for someone who does not feel the same!”

The words fly on flames, almost scorching you to hear them. They can swallow you whole with how they overwhelm you. If he’s the rock and you’re the wave, he’s guarded the shoreline.

Infatuation, that’s what you’ve always thought it was. Some silly childhood crush that never faded over time, and he’s been so twisted in his youthful thoughts that he keeps a hold of it. Not this. Not something so mature.

“You... burn for me?”

His anger dissipates now, fading away like a ghost in the room. The fury of it is replaced by desperation which leaks from his lips.

“Why do you think I followed you into that garden?” He asks quietly as if the words might break you both.

But you are broken. You’ve been broken since the day you walked out of his life, leaving pieces of you scattered with no hope of reassembly. The only one who can build you up again is the same man who stands across from you now, crumbling in his own fashion.

Mournfully, you whisper, “Why do you think I went into that garden?”

His eyes broaden, catching the light in a way which shows you the tears forming there, on the precipice of falling. He looks so young like this, so delicate.

To think that you’ve broken his heart and now you’re holding it, and his doleful gaze speaking to you silently, telling you not to drop it this time.

“Then why?” He asks, almost begging.

“You know why,”

Shaking his head with a look that says he can hardly listen to reasoning, he whines. His voice is so heavy-hearted that you almost shatter.

“So, all these years you’ve pushed away from me, all the reason why is because... my father disapproves?”

“It’s more than that,”

“How?”

“There cannot be someone like me with the prince of Asgard,”

“Someone like you?”

“Yes. Common, lowly,”

“You are no such thing.”

“I’m inferior,”

“You’re lovely,”

“Loki,” you want to smile but it hurts. “This cannot work.”

“I don’t care,” he says. “I don’t care about Odin’s opinion, or your belief, or Asgard’s principle. All I care about is what my heart feels and it yearns for you.”

Whispering, you feel the tear rolling down your cheek. “After I’ve treated you so horribly?”

“Even then.”

It’s because he knows, you realize now. Somehow, Loki’s always known that pushing him away was never truly you. His persistence in seeing you was as much of his own interests as it was his intention to figure out the truth.

Loki has never given up on you and, with that understanding, you give way to tears.

“My sweet,” he whispers, fingers gently finding a place at your jaw. “I love you fiercely.”

A sob breaks apart your lips, feeling so vulnerable with his confession. This is his secret and you have it, too. And it’s time you stop running from that and tell him the truth.

“I’ve loved you since we were children,” you weep. “Even when you put frogs in my bed.”

He chuckles, a smile creasing into rosy cheeks. “I knew you couldn’t stay mad at me for long.”

He leans forward, nose brushing against yours gently, before he kisses you, this time with lips that welcome the gesture. Your fingers find their place in his hair, moving you in closer though it seems impossible.

But this is where you’re meant to be. The only place you’ve ever truly felt at home is in Loki’s arms, and you feel sworn to his heart, same as he, as you kiss him with all the love you’ve never stopped feeling for him.

And with the love you have for him always.

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A/N: I also took inspiration from The Time Traveler’s Wife & The Count of Monte Cristo, so thanks to those great stories for being real ones.

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warnings: smut, daddy kink, 18+

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Harry loves being the center of attention.

It’s really no surprise at this point that he enjoys when tens of thousands of people are watching him perform.

He also secretly loves that people love his wife as well. He swore sometimes he thinks his wife is more popular than him during tour.

YN was didn’t come out from backstage to stand and watch the show right away like she usually did - she was working through some merch issues with Jeff.

Harry noticed that the fans were continuously looking back to where his wife would usually stand for the show.

Between one of the sets, Harry goes about ready some of the posters that fans have brought and he huffs out a faux affronted remark as he reads one out loud.

“I’m only here for your hot wife.”

He jokingly glares at the fan as the crowds laughs, “M’gonna have t’have a talk with security about these posters! Y’hitting on m’wife in front me! She’s not even out here, tough luck mate.”

Then he shimmies away as another song comes on.

A few minutes later, a sign pops up that says, “I want to taste YN’s watermelon sugar.”

Harry gives the person holding the sign a look of disbelief and shakes his head in disapproval at the poster before turning away.

“Should I text him?”

Harry reads from a fan’s board, he holds up his left hand and wriggles his ring finger that is donned in his wedding band, “Y’asking the wrong person, love. I’ve been locked down f’eleven years, don’t know much about the new age of dating!”

He goes on to say, “My only advice is if he’s playing games - don’t do it. Trash, trash, trash. Not for you.”

When YN finally arrives to her usual spot, everyone tries to get a glimpse from where they’re at. It was a thing, everyone wants to not only get a glimpse of Harry Styles’ wife but also her outfit.

There were hundreds of instagram accounts now dedicated to their matching tour outfits.

The short dress she was wearing was made of the same material and color as his shirt *** and she looked stunning as always.

The singer notices all of the attention dart to the side of the arena, where he also spots his beautiful wife smiling with Glenne as they go to their usual spot.

When She ends, Harry walks down the catwalk with a exaggerated pout on his face, giving his wife a pointed look, “I just want to remind everyone, this show’s about me! I’m quite the narcissist so I know m’wife is gorgeous but we’re here f’me!”

The crowd erupts in laughter and playful ‘boos’ as a dimply smile spreads on his face as he adjust his in-ears.

YN bites the inside of her lip, holding back her own giggles at her husband’s boyish antics before she joins along in the boos.

“Alright, alright, no booing me now,” Harry titters like the comedian he is, “Just remindin’ y’who this is all about. Me! But let’s give a round of applause to m’wife who deals with the narcissism on a daily basis!”

The arena does so, thousands of fans capturing their interaction on their phones for people to coo over later.

YN rolls her eyes, laughing at some Glenne says before and then Harry is starting his next song with a few glances over to her until they meet eyes and he blows her a kiss which she returns.

And then a poster pops up in the pit that Harry knows he has to snag - gets a brilliant idea so he asks the fan to pass it forward.

He props his mic back into its stand before turning the poster around and showing it to his wife on the side.

“Show us your tits, respectfully.”

YN flips him off with a giggle before teasing at the collar of her dress which makes Harry’s jaw drop dramatically and he gives her a surprised look before shaking his head. ***

“Don’t y’dare flash the goods! I’m just jokin’ around, this is a family show….” He pauses before prompting the crowd, “Or is it?”

As he performs Lights Up, YN steps forward to the barricade to call over one of the fan who is awestruck as she stumbles over to YN.

“Could I borrow your sign?” YN asks the fan - who was dressed in a sequined suit that looked amazing and she had to compliment her on that too.

“Uh…yeah. He-here,” The girl stutters nervously, passing over the posterboard with shaky hands at meeting YN.

She was sooooo pretty up close, smelled like chanel number five, and smiled warmly enough to make the fan feel comfort.

“Thanks, I’ll give it right back,” YN assures her, stepping back over to Glenne, they giggle together before YN holds it over her head.

“Choke Me Daddy.”

Harry spots it in a mere minute, reading it over and unable to hide the moody, dark expression that flashes across his face before he covers it up by looking elsewhere.

Just the reaction she wanted.

Harry stay away from that side of the stage for a little, YN knows it’s to prevent a very public boner from her behavior.

YN hands it back, agrees to take a few pictures with the girl and her friends before they go back to enjoy the concert.

The girl who lent her the sign goes on to make tiktoks about the meeting.

“She was super nice and giggly.”

“She let us take a ton of selfies.”

“When she held it up, Harry like instantly got pissed or turned on or something because he gave her this look and it was intense.”

“Harry was staring at her like the whole concert after she held up that sign.”

“It seemed like YN was purposefully ignoring his signals to make him even more annoyed.”

“Her ring was so pretty.”

“I couldn’t tell who was more attractive, Harry or YN, I think they’re literally the hottest couple alive.”

When the concert ends, Harry bolts off stage - waving and blowing kisses to his adoring fans before disappearing into the back.

YN is waiting patiently by the entry, where she usually was, her stomach was tight and bracing for her husband’s reaction.

She wanted to play.

They both knew it.

Hell, the whole arena had known she wanted it.

And to her absolute disappointment, Harry arrives back stage and pulls her into a tight hug. He pulls back gently to kiss her with his large palm cupping her face.

“Hi baby, m’exhuasted. I’ll shower at the hotel,” Harry rasps, peppering a few more soft kisses before intertwining their fingers.

YN has to hide her disappointment that it wasn’t Harry coming back stage, shoving her into his dressing room, and giving it to her hard for the sign she held up.

Nope, during the ride to the hotel, he was cuddly and like a puppy - whining until YN massaged his neck and allowed him to lay his head in her lap.

He doesn’t bring up the sign, just relaxes quietly until they get to the hotel and then just grabs her hand to lead her to their room.

YN tries to settle down the itchy arousal in her belly when Harry goes to shower.

She changes out of her dress into one of Harry’s shirts and goes about folding and organizing both of their suitcases.

After the shower stops, YN hears Harry moves around for a moment until he’s opening the bathroom door.

“Do you want to order room service? I’m star-“

She’s cut off when her husband’s hand reaches down and intertwines into her hair - gentle by firmly pulling her to stand by it and tugging her back into his hard chest.

“Harr-“

“I don’t think so, baby. I think s’daddy, yeah?” Harry hisses against the shell of her ear, “Do y’think I’d forget about y’holding up a sign that said choke me daddy?”

It’s easy for her to slip in a fuzzier, submissive state because she knows her husband will keep her safe and always take care of her.

“You showed that sign fir-“ YN begins to argue back but Harry pulls at her hair to silence her.

“Y’want t’argue or do you want t’be a good girl f’daddy?” Harry asks lowly, his voice threaten and void of any of his normal warmth, “I think ten is a good number, hm? Ten t��your arse?”

“But-“ YN loved to push him, she wanted those ten but she also liked to rile Harry up which was even better when he was adrenaline high from a show.

“Say ‘yes daddy’ or I’ll add five,” He warns, his voice had a delicious rasp from singing and he wraps his hand into her thong and rips it - making her yelp as the elastic snaps against her skin.

YN’s heart is pounding out of her chest, usually she was the one who took Harry by surprise - not the other way around.

Her skin was aching already from the brush burn of the fabric being torn from her sensitive skin, scalp pulsing from the tension on her hair.

“You were so obvious on stage, H. Once I held up that sign, your face gave everything away - that you’re so easy f’me - it’s embarrassing. I’ve been locked down for eleven years,” She imitates his accent in a bratty bite.

Harry snaps, nearly picking her up as he manhandles her over to the large hotel bed and she finds herself on her belly with Harry landing a hard slap to her right cheek.

“Y’think you’re s’fuckin’ cute? Don’t act like it doesn’t get y’soaked seeing all those fans cry f’me and I come home t’you,” He chuckles meanly, “And y’want to call me desperate? Look in the mirror, love.”

YN wriggles a bit but doesn’t have much time before the second and third hit with his rings still on - making it hurt even more.

“Count f’me, sweetheart,” Harry hums, thumbing open her cheeks to lean down and teasing lick her tighter entrance before letting go to land the fourth one.

“F-four,” She chokes out, feeling herself drip onto the sheets and her nipples tighten against the cotton fabric of the shirt she still has on.

“Four what.”

The air in the room is thick, humid as she mumbles against the pillows, “Four daddy.”

“Louder.”

“Four, s’four daddy,” YN moans, tacking on the fifth to her words when he lands on her left cheek and she can tell how sore she’ll be in the morning already.

“Gonna give me fifteen, baby? Or are y’done?” His voice is cautious, checking in to see where she’s at - if they add five more that means she really wants to play. If he stops at five, they both know that means she only wanted to be roughed up a little bit for the night.

“More, please.” YN gasps, shaking her bum in his face before it’s caught with the hardest hit yet and she yelps in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

After they reach fifteen, Harry is flipping her on her back and tugging her shirt off until her breasts spill out and he tugs roughly at a nipple.

“Daddy, please, please,” She whines, her thighs were damp and she was absolutely pulsating for his touch on her.

“I think I deserve an apology f’your behavior tonight,” He whispers against her puffy lips, his cock slipping against her mound lazily, “Desperate f’me even in front of tens of thousands of people. It’s quite cute, darling.”

“Fuck me, fuck me,” YN presses her lips to his eagerly, moaning when he slips between her folds and his tip bumps against her clit.

“Y’have no fuckin’ manners, pet. I think I’ve spoiled y’too much,” Harry admonishes with faux disappoint, pulling back until their centers aren’t touching and landing a smack to her mound.

Then he’s reaching down to thumb at her bud with a relentless pleasure but as soon as she starts to lift her hips into the feeling - he pulls away and tucks two fingers up inside her - repeats that quite a few times.

She felt like she was on fire, she needed him so badly that she wasn’t able to take much more of the teasing.

They usually played for longer, hours sometimes but on tour - it was hard to, both of them bone-tired and knowing they have to get up early and do it again tomorrow.

Harry knows his wife like the back of his hand, knows when she needs more and when she’s hit her limit for the night.

When he sees hot, fat tears spilling from the corner of her eyes, lips full and swollen, and she’s mewling, “Daddy.”

He knows she’s nearly at her limit, he slips inside her with no resistance and has to push for a moment because it feels that euphoric.

“Baby, fuck. Always feel s’fuckin’ good. This body was made f’me, yeah? S’addicitng, s’warm and tight,” Harry praises his wife, kissing her before tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth.

“S’for you, all of it. Ha-Daddy, I’m so close already, do it - c’mon,” She begs, legs wrapping around his narrow waist and pressing her heels into his bum.

They both know what she wants but he wants to hear her say it.

“C’mon, tell me. Say it and I’ll give it t’you,” He rumbles as he thrusts in with loud, smacking noises echoing through the room.

She blinks up at him with twinkling doe eyes, a small smirk on the side of her lips, as she says in a kittenish voice, “Choke me, daddy.”

And like that, his hand is collaring her throat and lightly pressing down until her breathe catches in her throat.

“Come f’me, m’desperate lil’ thing. All those people with those nasty signs and all I can think about it y’perfect cunt,” He murmurs in her ears, pressing just a bit more and then just like clockwork - she tenses and begins to come and he lightens his grip and releases when he follows soon after her.

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