#My handsome billy idol

[greenpurplemylove]

Just Us Two (PJS)🌊

→ masterlist; part 1, part 3.

→ pairings: non idol!jay x female!reader

→ synopsis: skinny dipping at the beach with Jay, post making out at your apartment.

→ genre: friends to lovers! college au, hella suggestive(MDNI), fluff.

-> now playing: Birds Of A Feather, Billie Eilish.

→ warnings: suggestive themes and ending, kissing, swearing, and skinny dipping. if you're a minor pls be mindful of yourselves and scroll. lemme know if I missed anything luvs🫶

→ AN: this is part 2 from my series, yeyy, I do suggest you guys to read the first part to provide some context of what's going on in this story and y'all I'm rly sorry this took awhile cause I rly just kept changing the ideas. I hope y'all enjoy🎀

-> word count: 6,3k.

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The flickering light poll above you illuminated the parking lot around you, its dim light dipped into the front seat of Jay’s car. The smell of hamburgers and greasy fries filled in the scent inside as you chuckled.

Too immersed in each other’s stories to notice the distant hum of the drive-thru speaker and the occasional sounds of cars passing by. He choked a little on his soda, containing his grin as you made a joke about one of your lecturers.

“Y/n, that’s terrible.” he coughed as he put down his drink on the cup holders of his door. You shrugged your shoulders with a grin as you mumbled to yourself. The air inside the car felt comfortable, familiar and safe, it felt like a place where no one could judge you or jay’s actions. A similar feeling you’ve felt all through out your friendship with jay.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” you admitted as you both continued to laugh for a while.

As moments started to pass a wave of silence slowly washed over the two of you as you took a few bites of your fries, watching through the corners of your eyes as cars passed through the drive-thru.

Both of you exchanged glances every now and then, smiles plastered on to your faces, trying to come up with something to say to each other, but failed either way.

Leading to more silence as time seemed to pass by slower, melting into a semi comfortable silence.

There was definitely still some awkward tension in the mix probably due to the fact that a few hours ago you made out with Jay beside your bathroom sink.

But, you were thankful for the familiar and comfortable silence that washed along his car. It made your shoulders a lot less tense than if you were to go on a date with a complete stranger right now.

You glanced at him as he continued to take a bite of his burger, eyes gazing out the window as he did.

You noticed how mesmerizing the side of his face looked like under the poorly lighted parking lot. Even with such poor lighting, he managed to look so handsome; his dark doe eyes gleamed under the moonlight, his cheeks puffed up from the amount of food he was chewing and his lips pouted in concentration as he did.

You smiled to yourself as you took a bite of your own burger, the sound of cars honking in the distance made you snap your gaze away from him momentarily.

“By the way.” Jay broke the silence making you turn your gaze back to him.

“What do you want to do after this?” he asked as he licked his lips and brushed his thumb over the corner of his lips.

“Honestly, I have no idea.” you uttered lowly as you swallowed your food, struggling to think of a specific place. “But I definitely don’t wanna go back to my place yet.”

“I mean unless you want to of course.” you rushed to say when you saw the mixed reaction Jay had on his face. He only let out a sigh through his grin, glancing at his shoes before looking up to flash you a nervous smile.

“I don’t think I’d want to do something you wouldn’t want to do.” he smiled up at you as his gaze slowly drifted from you, his ears turning into a rather pinkish shade as he took another sip of his soda making you smile, feeling the blood rush up to your cheeks.

You were thankful that he’d always been the understanding person. He’s always been able to make you feel comfortable and relieved in situations where you think feeling them in that moment felt impossible. He was one of those people that made you feel like you were never alone and that there are always people you could lean your back on to.

Just like tea with sugar in it, he was warm, sweet, and kind. Always available when you needed somebody to talk to and always the last person to judge you for your actions.

You feel yourself relax every time the warmth and sweetness of it hits the roof of your mouth. Just like how your muscles would relax the moment it was just you and him, everything that was weighing on your body seemed to just disappear the moment he smiles at you and you smile back at him.

Until, you didn’t know where or when it came to be. But, the sugar that was once in your tea was slowly replaced with rose syrup. The sweetness still lingered at the roof of your mouth, but the aroma and the taste of the tea gradually changed as you feel your relationship with Jay gradually started to take a shift.

The tea that was once just shades of brown, slowly started to be tinted in pink as you start to see him in a different light. A dimmer, more captivating light that made your heart race whenever you were around him.

At first you weren’t used to the unfamiliar taste and you wanted to just focus on the familiar parts which was the sweetness of it all. You wanted to see that his actions towards you were just friendly; just like a friend you knew, just like the Jay you knew.

But once the aroma and the taste got the best of you, you started to accept the gradual change. Succumbing yourself to the scent completely, feeling yourself become addicted to the sweetness and the aroma of the rose syrup.

Just like how you find it addicting to chase this romantic high you have for Jay.

The desire you have boiling in your stomach to want to shower him with romantic affection; to touch him, to hold him, and to kiss him. Your mind would begin to wonder what it would be like to be able to do those things with him. To be able to know if he had felt the same way towards you.

“I have an idea, actually.” Jay spoke as he leaned closer in your ear, his voice gradually getting quieter as her spoke making you furrow your eyebrows at him. “What idea?”

“Do you want to go to the beach?” he asked hesitating at first as he looked at you, shifting his head to the side as he made eye contact with you.

“At this hour?” you questioned as you flashed him a soft smile that made him stutter in his words. “Well, I mean it’s just, I’ve always wanted to know what it looked like at night, so.”

He pointed awkwardly at the night sky as he tried to mimic the sounds and the movement of waves with his arm, which made you chuckle.

“But, you know I don’t want to force you or anything I just-”

“I think I’d like that.” you spoke nodding your head which made him widen his eyes at your words, making eye contact with you in hopes that you actually did wanted to go and not to just force yourself to do so merely for his sake.

You flashed him a grin as you caressed his ear, making it turn into a light shade of red as he couldn’t fathom to form the words that could encapsulate how flustered he was feeling at that very moment.

“Uhm ok then, let’s uhm, let’s go.” He stumbled on his words as a few chuckle slipped from his grin, his ears red as he tried to cover his smile with the palm of his hand.

A chuckled slipped through your grin as he started the car, finding his flustered expression adorable before you turn away from him feeling the blood rush through your cheeks as you giggled silently to yourself.

Your eyes came in to contact for a second and Jay rolled his eyes at your teasing smile. Giggling at his awkward attempt to flirt with you.

“I hate you.” he joked as he threw his used napkins at you making you flinch and gasp dramatically.

“Park Jongseong, how rude of you.” you teased as you threw back the used napkins at him.

You could only roll your eyes and pursed your lips upwards, while he giggled, ruffling your hair with his hand as you sigh, removing his hand from your hair rather forcefully as you flashed him an annoyed smirk.

He let out a chuckle through his grin, sneaking a glance at your pouty face before adjusting the rearview mirror.

As his car glides through the city lights and into the woods, headlights pierced through the cool air of the night and on to the cold concrete of the road.

New wave rock plays through the radio as he hummed along to the songs, eyes latched onto the road as he glanced every now and then at you and the gps on his phone he placed above the speedometer.

You sat there gazing out the window as the city lights slowly dimmed behind you, soon replaced by the sight of the woods at night. With only the moon filtering through its trees and the overhead lights that glinted the road in front of you.

You both shared laughs and random stories with each other as he sneakily slid your open palm onto his, intertwining his fingers onto yours sending sparks into your veins. He smiled teasingly at you as he continued to sing along to the songs the both of you were listening on the radio before going back to look at the road.

You gave him a shy grin, acknowledging his sly demeanor as you looked away, feeling your cheeks turn to a shade of pink.

Sooner or later, as he drove deeper into the woods you finally made it to the shore. The sound of waves crashing from the distance filled in the background as the sight of the ocean waves bellow the starry night sky left the both of you starstruck.

Jay parked his car at a small cliff that overlooked the ocean view that at night. Staring in awe as the moonlight’s radiant glow dipped its light over the waters. Blessing its sight even in the dark of night.

“Wow.” you simply spoke as you rolled down the window, slowly letting the cool midnight wind find homage inside his car.

The breeze traveled from your nose and cheeks to the tips of your hair, closing your eyes, you feel your shoulders start to relax at the sound of the waves crashing into each other.

Soon, Jay also rolled down his window. Feeling the breeze cascade past the tips of his hair as he let out a relaxed sigh through his lips, leaning his head back as he let the breeze consume him whole.

You turn to him, taking in how gorgeous he looked from where you sat. The moonlight dotted his forehead, lips, and tips of his nose. Emitting a captivating glow as the breeze brushed back his hair ever so gently.

There was a gentle warmth to his eyes, mirroring the calm waves that emitted through the dark. His dark brown eyes grow luminous under the reflection of the moonlight, dipping its way into his gaze as his features grow restful.

Your eyes traveled down to his lips, it looked enticing under the stars. Emitting a soft and inviting glow as you feel your body and your heart drawn to it like strings being pulled from inside you.

His lips parted ever so slightly at the sight. A low sigh cascaded through his breath, his worries long forgotten as the soothing sound of the ocean seeps into his shoulders.

A serene silence washed over him as he stared out onto the ocean blue, the muscles in his body relax as he enters a state of calm. He turned towards you as he catches your deep calm eyes on his.

His breath caught in his throat as he watches your eyes widen before turning away from him in a cough, flashing him a shy smile as you looked out into the ocean.

“I take you like the view?” you asked as you pointed out into the ocean. A smile crept onto his face as he watched you.

“Yeah.” he spoke softly as his eyes never left your figure. His smile grew wider as he was taking in the captivating sight of you, engraving it in his memories for the rest of his life.

Calm silence took over as they stayed that way for a while. Taking in the view that surrounded them.

Soon after he’d convince you to sit by the beach with him, he turned off the car with a click of his keys as you both got out of the car. Your body soon greeted by the cool temperature of the rocky cliff as you both walked to the beach hand in hand.

The sounds of the waves grew louder, feeling the ground beneath your feet grew warmer as you dug your feet onto the sand. Letting the tranquil feeling wrap around your body as you stared out onto the ocean.

Eventually, you both found a spot to sit down on top of a small boulder. He extended his hand as he helped you climbed on top of the boulder as he sat down next to you.

There was nothing for the both of you to talk about anymore, and that was perfectly fine. Each others presence and the ocean view sufficed the sullen silence as you laid your head on top his shoulder and he laid his head on top of yours; hands lacing onto each other as the ocean waves echoed in your ears.

“I like this.” he spoke as he rested his chin on top of your head, making you smile as you caressed the palm of his hand. “Me too.”

“You know I love this view as much as the next person does, but what else do people do at the beach at night? You know, besides staring into the ocean.” he pouted his lips as he spoke.

You furrowed your eyebrows in response as you pressed your lips together. “I don’t know,”

“swimming maybe?” you answered as you shrugged your shoulder before removing yourself from his.

“At this hour?” he scrunched his forehead smirking as he looked up at the starry night sky.

“I mean who knows, everybody has the liberty to do whatever they want right?” you asked as you tilted your head at him.

For a moment Jay could only bit his lips as he thinks to himself, sparing a glance at the shore bellow them; his eyes enticed and puzzled. Almost as if he’s considering to say something risqué before opening his mouth.

“So, if I were to just jump into the ocean naked, that wouldn’t be illegal?” he asked as he extended his hand, playing with his fingers as he opened his palm towards the ocean.

“I have no idea.” you shook your head as you looked around you. Hoping that there were no lit houses nor any people doing their activities in sight, which thankfully and oddly enough, no other soul was at the beach and the mountains as far as your eyes can see besides the two of you alone at that very moment.

“But I don’t see anybody here.” you turned to him in a playful smirk as you raised your eyebrows at him. He let out a chuckle through his grin, shaking his head in disbelief at your behavior.

“And what exactly are you planning to do with that information?” he smirked at you as he leaned his face closer to yours as your smile grew wider.

“I mean,” you added as you glanced back and forth between him and the body of water bellow the bolder, insinuating to commit a devious action.

“I’d dare you to go, but I bet you’re too scared to do it.” you uttered as you leaned back and crossed your arms in front of your chest; showing pride with the same smirk still plastered onto your face making him raise his eyebrows at you.

“Y/n, I’m not an idiot, I’m not falling for that.” he spoke as he crossed his arms as well, this time his face leaned closer towards yours, almost as if he’s taunting you through his vaguely soft expression.

“I know you’re not, but what if I told there’s something in it for you?” you offered as he raised an eyebrow at you, leaning his body closer towards you as he pursed his lips.

“Then it better be a damn good offer.” he hugged his legs, tilting his head to the side.

“I’ll jump right in after you.”

“W-what?” he stuttered, stunned by your spontaneous response. A vision of the immediate future came racing into his mind, the thought of him seeing your naked figure for the first time made the blood race from his body right into his ears.

“Yeah, I mean I’ve never done anything like that but besides, there’s always a first time for everything right?” you shrugged your shoulders as you tried desperately to act casual about it, looking up into his eyes as they glimmered under the moonlit sky, making you almost weak in the knees.

Though on the outside you try your absolute best to hold in your composure, but on the inside your heart was thumping out of your chest. Cursing at yourself repeatedly while knowing it was too late to take your words back.

You could feel your blood rushing through the crevices of your smile lines as the wind danced on your skin giving you goosebumps that added to the anxiety you felt at the pit of your stomach.

He definitely thought you were going insane. You were definitely going insane waiting for him to say something.

Shit, maybe I should’ve known better.

You thought to yourself as you bit your own tongue, regretting your actions. You knew that jay wasn’t really the type to act out of his comfort zone and you knew that he always had the highest self dignity amongst all of your friends, rarely doing something that involved adrenaline. Unless of course he was dragged into it.

But, you didn’t want to push him into doing something he won’t usually do. Out of fear that he’s hiding the guilt of being uncomfortable with what you were insinuating. But then of course, at one point, everybody has to step out their own comfort zones right?

You bit the bottom of your lip as you turn away from him trying to come up with better words to brush off what you just said as a joke. That wasn’t until the words slipped pass his lips.

“Ok.” your head snapped at him. Though his words were simple and merely two syllables, it was enough to convey a deeper meaning.

A deeper meaning where he actually agrees with your spontaneous dare even though almost every fiber in his being says no; his heart was beating out of his chest, his shoulders tensed and his palms were almost sweaty as he swallowed a spit down his throat.

But even then, he can never say no to the thrill and excitement of doing something crazy and stupid with you. Not after the kissed he shared with you at your apartment, not with the way you were staring at him like he was crazy and not when the bonus included was being able to take a sneak peak at your naked body. So for you only, he was willing to let himself loose this time.

“Wait what?” you spoke as you turned around to face him untying his shoes, the waves behind you calmed in time as he took off his shoes, a playful smirk plastered on his face. He let out a chuckle at your shocked and bewildered expression, finding it adorable.

All the nerve wrecking feeling from his body was replaced with adrenaline. The anxiousness melting away into excitement as he stole a glance at you. Wishing you could see how much he wanted to take you in his arms at that very moment.

“Jay look wait, are you sur-” your words were cut off as he suddenly closed the distance between the two of you, capturing your lips in his.

The passionate urge he had leaked from his lips to yours, taking you by surprise as he nuzzled his hand on your hair as you closed your eyes, letting the breath taking rush surge over you as leaned your head to the side. Indulging yourself deeper in him as you kissed.

Your hand held on to his forearm for dear life, fearing that you might melt away in his touch as he snaked the palm of his hand from your hair to your cheek, cupping it ever so gently before pulling away from you. Leaving you breathless.

“I’m sure y/n.” he murmured as he caressed your cheek, climbing down from the boulder as you watched him walk towards the shore from above.

Oh fuck me, I’m actually doing this.

Jay thought to himself as he stared out into the ocean view, the waves calmer and the breeze grew settler than when they first arrived.

Removing his jacket and placing it down on the sand, he stole a glance at you as he watched you eye him curiously. Still with the same bewildered expression you had earlier on as he gave you a smirk before unbuckling his belt.

He let out a sigh as he slowly stripped himself from his shirt and jeans. Your heart raced at the sight of his bare skin, a blush forming on your cheeks as you eyed his toned abs, feeling flustered as his eyes met yours.

“Do you mind turning around for a second?” he half shouted, his smirk grew cockier as he caught you staring at his body.

With your cheeks growing hot, you turned around rather abruptly. You swallowed a spit down your throat at the thought of Jay stripping down his underwear spun around your head making your heart thump faster.

You’ve seen him shirtless from time to time, but you never would’ve thought the day finally came where you get to see him naked. Or at least be in a scenario where he is naked and you’re aware of that, though he doesn’t show it.

You had fantasized about him from time to time. What he looked like from the waist under. How it would feel like for you. And more often than not, you become a victim of your own vivid imagination.

The heat between your legs would pulsate as the made up scenarios you made in your head grew stronger through out the day. The sight of seeing him in public made it worse, suddenly all his features seemed so delectable.

His honey like skin intoxicates you every time you look at him from afar. His back muscles lingered in your mind as you wondered what it would look like the next morning, nail marks decorating it from the profanities you’ve committed the night before.

His pretty pink lips that always seemed to gleam an inviting glow, almost as if its begging to latch itself onto yours. Just waiting, longing for you to have every inch of him. It drives you crazy from time to time.

Suddenly, the sound of the waters splashing loudly caught your attention as you turned around, your eyes found ripples in the water right in front of Jay’s discarded pile of clothing. Growing concerned, you hurriedly took off your shoes and climbed down from the boulder as you gazed out into the ocean.

A few moments later, you watch as the ripples in the water grew bigger, watching him resurface from the ocean. The body of water splashed around him as he wiped his face before turning around to face you.

You smile grew wide at the sight of him. Observing him from afar. His dark hair slicked back, clinging onto his head as the water dripped down his bare shoulders. His toned chest rippled under the moonlight as he turned to you with a wide grin on his face. Arms forming ripples across the water as an attempt to keep himself afloat.

“Oy y/n! We had a deal.” he shouted, a lazy grin swept across his face as his eyes glinted with mischief. You chuckled at his playfulness, watching him from afar before removing your top as he eyed you attentively.

Your heart was beating a thousand miles per second as you felt his eyes on you, an anxious feeling lingered at the pit of your stomach as you removed your jeans next. Leaving you in your bra and underwear.

Glancing at his discarded articles of clothing beside your feet. Your eyes widen in realization as it settles on the sight of the white and black band of his underwear.

Holy shit.

You thought to yourself as your heartbeat thumped through your eardrum instantaneously, your face turning bright red and your breath hitched at your throat almost instantly as you looked at him from afar.

“Come on y/n!” he spoke as he waved his arms in the air, your shocked expression turned into a glint, a new rush filled inside your chest. The stomach churning feeling turned to adrenaline as you feel every nerve in your body tingled with excitement.

“Turn around!” you shouted from across, cupping your mouth as you did.

His face glinted with excitement and anticipation as he did, facing the view of the open ocean as small waves brushed pass his shoulders.

Your skin shivered with the cool night air, feeling your heart pounding out of your chest as you unclasped your bra and stripped your underwear down, plopping it down on top of the rest of your discarded clothes.

The cold breeze sent shivers down your spine as you stood there by the edge of the water. Your toes digging into the cool sand. The ocean waves brushing against the tip of your toes as you eyed him from afar.

Feeling the adrenaline rush through your veins, goosebumps trickled down your skin, letting a new high take over your body. The quick steps you took turned into a sprint as you feel the ocean sink deeper into your knees, letting out a joyful shout before you dove head first into the water.

Soon after, Jay felt a familiar heat behind him, anticipating you as he felt his heartbeat creep in to his eardrums and his breath hitching in his throat. But just as he turned around, he was splashed by a sudden burst of cold water, catching him off guard as the salty taste of the ocean water lingered in his tongue.

He chuckled in pure bliss as he watched you grin mischievously, your hands scooping a handful of water.

“Oh no you don’t.” he retaliated as he hurled the water at you causing you to squeal.

His laugh echoed with yours, the sounds of water being splashed and hurled around ringed out the waves. The woods and the hills behind you, a silent testimony to your act as the splashing of water got bigger and louder as neither of you backed down from your game. Chuckling as you both reveled in the sensation.

“Ok, ok, fine. You win. You win jay.” you laughed as you raised both of your hands in defeat earning a chuckle from him. The splashes soon came into a halt as they giggled at each other. All of a sudden he swam closer towards you with a mischievous grin on his face making you smile rather nervously, bracing yourself from whatever roguish plan he had in his head.

You closed your eyes shut as he splashed water onto you through his fingertips, earning a giggle from you as he did the same.

As the playfulness between them slowly subsided, it felt as though the world around them slowly began to shift. Their laughter long faded into the night, replaced by the comfortable silence that hung in the air. The waves soothing rhythm echoed their steady heartbeats.

Gravitating towards each other, they both find themselves staring into the open ocean, only an endless stretch into the horizon in sight as the moon dipped its glow over the ocean. The stars dotted the night sky above them, each emitting it’s own light like a flare amidst the dark.

The chill of the water was soon replaced by the warmth that radiated between them, shoulders brushing against each other. Sending an almost electrifying feeling down your spine. Feeling a familiar warmth creep up to your cheeks as you felt the water beside you start to ripple.

“Wow.” he uttered, facing towards the shore. “I never thought I’d see a view like this.”

“Yeah.” you spoke as the waves lapped softly against your bodies, the rhythmic pulse of it mimicking the steady beating of your hearts.

He turned to you, catching the way the moonlight reflected on your face and bare shoulders, reflecting the softness in your eyes and lips. Words couldn’t describe what he felt at that moment. The silence between you being the only thing that spoke louder than any word in the english dictionary.

“Y/n.” he uttered as you turn towards him, feeling as though time had paused for a moment as his gaze met yours. “I like, being with you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed though your gaze still remained soft. “What do you mean?”

A small rift lapped between the two of you as he paused for a moment. The air between you buzzed with a quiet breeze, afraid to rush the anticipation of something they both knew was about to happen.

“I like being with you y/n.”

“I wanna be near you, always y/n. If you’d let me.” he spoke as he leaned in closer towards you, his movements inviting like a letter, waiting for you to open.

“Park Jongseong.” you smiled softly at him as you watch his eyes widen at the mention of his full name. “I’ll always wanna be near you.”

They both stayed like that, floating there smiling and exchanging shy glances at each other, the acknowledgement they had for each other sending ripples of relieve and euphoria as a small wave washed over them. The beach, the ocean, the entire world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for them to move.

The cool water rippled around them as they moved closer to each other. A silent invocation unfolded in front of them, while the world surrounding them seemed to fade into the background.

The playful smiles and giggles subsided as they’ve lost themselves in the depths of each others eyes. Gazes filled with longing and invitation like a bubble on the verge of popping from the overwhelming amount of air inside of it.

With their faces now merely an inch from each other, the warmth of their breaths and bodies mingled together. An intoxicating drug as they felt their hearts beat louder, leaning impossibly closer to each other.

Dipping his head to the side, he closed the last inch between them as their lips met in a soft and tentative kiss. A sigh escaping your lips as he let go momentarily before leaning his head to the other side, deepening the kiss as he cupped your cheek.

The seemingly innocent and unsure kiss grew eager as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers trailing the back of his neck as he gently squeezes your waist. Eyes closed, cheeks flushed and lips intertwined.

The eagerness that was there soon lapped in passion and reckless abandon. Neither of you were selfless enough to pull away, like a battlefront to your lips. The hand that was caressing your cheek soon drifted to your waist, grasping on to it as if you were to slip away from him.

As he enclosed any remaining space between the two of you, you opened your mouth to him as you feel your body surrender to him. Indulging yourself in the surging passion as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. Intensifying the eagerness and passion that was already there.

Your bare chest pressed flushed against his as the cool water purls around you, making the feeling all the more electrifying. The passion and hunger washed over your body unlike anything you’ve ever felt. Long forgotten the rippling waters that swayed on your backs as the heat of jay’s body clung to yours like coral reefs to the ocean floor.

The world around you seemed to dissolve, lips and bodies melting into each other, skin against skin. Never did either one of you wanted to let go of each other. In this moment it was just you and jay and no one else could ever take that away from you.

In contrast to the hunger that lingered along the kiss, the gentle nature of the man in front of you appeared as he slowly and gently pulls his lips away from yours.

The whispers of the sea and the gentle lapping of waves were the only thing accompanying you as your bodies remained close. A breathless chuckle escaped your lips as you could only look at each other, chuckling at the intensity of emotions that quickly subsided into amusement.

“Have you always felt that way about me?” you asked as you broke the silence, tracing back the words that trailed from his mouth earlier on.

A moment of silence washed over the two of you as the sounds of the ocean creeped back into your eardrums. What once was a soft boiled down moment of humor quickly subsided back to the air and the tension that was once there at the bolder.

“Yeah.” he simply spoke with a nod. “I’ve always felt that way about you ever since I saw you walking down the halls for the first time.” he confessed.

“Wow.” you uttered. “I guess you’ve been holding it in for longer than I thought.”

“Yeah. But honestly looking at it now, I never regret that I did.” he spoke as your foreheads touched, igniting a chuckle from you as he looked at you in adoration. “I don’t think this night could ever get any better y/n.”

“I beg to differ.” you spoke as you pursed your lips, eyes gazing out into the sky. A playfully dirty scheme planned out in your head as he stared at you in confusion, hands still gripping onto your waist.

“What do you mean by that?” he furrowed his eyebrows as he eyed your expression. You glanced at the shore, specifically the small cliff where he parked his car for a couple of times, but he still couldn’t get it together. It wasn’t until you pocked the inside of your cheek and give him a teasing smile when his eyes widen.

He instantly snapped his gaze away from you, his ears heating up as he smiled flush at the ocean beneath him. The air around him shifted as he finally understood what you were insinuating.

“Wow y/l/n y/n, I never thought you were this perverted.” he teased as he grinned at you, pulling you closer to him until your breasts were pressed against his bare chest, a shit-eating grin on his face as his lips were merely inches apart from yours.

“Oh shut up park jongseong.” you teased as you threw a handful of water at him making him swim slightly away from you, a surprised expression on his face as he wiped the water off of his face, slicking back his jet black hair as you flash him a small grin.

“Do you want me to?” he asked raising his eyebrows at you as the two of you just stood there smiling and giggling at each other. The sounds of the water around you treading being the only thing that ringed in your ear as you nodded at him.

His grin soon melted into a soft smile as he swam closer towards you. In contrast to the serene sounds of waves crashing in the background, you felt your heart beating loudly against your eardrums. As though a restart button hits every time he comes closer to you, making you feel the same jittery, ecstatic feeling over and over again whenever he leans in for a kiss.

He sets his eyes on you, a tint of lust dipped into his gaze as he bit the bottom of his lip. A mischievous idea popped into your head as he dipped his head to the side, slowly closing his eyes. But just before he could close the distance between your lips, you soon pulled away from him with a mischievous smirk plastered onto your face as you opened your mouth to speak.

“Last one to make it to the shore has to top!” you half shouted as you abruptly swim away from him, leaving him there stunned at your sudden actions. Only being able to chuckle and smile at you as he followed you towards the shore.

A sequence of profanities that would unfold became an undeniable promise as the sea, the stars, the moon and the woods became a silent witness as their figures drifted into the night.

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toriaj replied to your post Michael looking incredibly handsome and cozy at…”

Does it look to you as if Aziraphale may be adorned with longer hair this time around?

@toriaj Oh, goodness, this is a very good question. Well, the first thing that comes to mind is continuity, meaning what length Aziraphale's hair was when we left off in season 2. If we're picking up right there at the start of season three, I would think it probably won't be long. But if we're jumping ahead (either to some later point when Aziraphale is in Heaven, or when he's come back to Earth, perhaps), then it could be possible for him to have longer hair.

Honestly, though, I think it's still a bit too early to know anything for sure. We're not even at the preliminary stages of filming (i.e., seeing Michael and David with their hair dyed), and so it's difficult to make any definitive statements yet. In my vision of season 3, I personally don't quite see Aziraphale with longer hair, because his hair has been so consistent through two seasons and he doesn't typically go through a myriad of hairstyles the way Crowley does. I think the short, Billy Idol-esque blond hair has just become iconic and so central to his character, and especially to how Michael sees him (I always think of the story he told during the GO 1 press tour about how, right after he first bleached his hair, "I got some very knowing looks from men in Soho." Michael, please...) that any sort of drastic change just wouldn't be feasible.

But given all of the major changes and uncertainty around season 3 (such as whether we would actually be having one), there's no knowing what now might be in store. If nothing else, my trust and faith is in the creative team (Rob, Rhianna, etc.) and (of course) Michael to do whatever is best and the right thing for Aziraphale. So we'll see what happens. I'd love to know what others think, so if you have any thoughts about long vs. classic hair Aziraphale, please feel free to chime in!

[asa-do-your-thing]

Asa's Shuffle x HOTD

Basically I'm bored, I'm going to put my s p o t i f y on shuffle and try to think of short story prompts (which you absolutely can request or steal, just tag me pls). I also have to skip a few because I do listen to an ungodly amount of rap. Enjoy!

Burn - The Cure / Aemond

This song screams Aemond. Specifically desperate Aemond. Maybe even unrequited love Aemond? Well... Seeing his beloved Lady marrying Jacaerys would make him mad, trying his hardest not to light everything in his path in flames just to get you, to feel you, to love you. And maybe to make it known to the whole world that you are his.

Flesh for Fantasy - Billy Idol / Jacaerys

Idk why but I kind of thought of Jace... Like a good boy on the streets, bad boy in the sheets type of way? His Lady-friend had only ever had a small cute crush on him until he got some alone time with her and they had too much to drink and start testing out their boundaries and preferences ;)

Naked - Falco / Aegon

That is a bit of a guilty pleasure song for me so sorry for the cringe if you want to translate it lol. It's giving Aegon ordering the most outrageously luxurious dresses only to show her off to the court and getting off to the idea of her taking ( or stripping (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠) ) them all of in front of him. It's almost like she is his little present that unwraps itself.

Closed - plenka / Criston Cole

Oof that one was tough. I'm honestly going to go for an unrequited love towards Ser Criston Cole because you cannot tell me that that man isn't handsome af. Maybe the Lady is a young lady in waiting for Alicent and cannot get enough of the strong, handsome and overly loyal guard. Sadly you know that he is not available and does not even know who you might be...

Paris freestyle - pashanim / Daemon

Honestly just don't mind the lyrics, it's all about the vibe. Although it is really funny to imagine Daemon in a Nike tracksuit dealing drugs XD. Well anyhoo, this is just pure big dick energy on display. He basically loves to see you dominate the room and if the room is empty ... Well, then it is your turn to be dominated.

Раньше в твоих глазах (Tomoov Remix) - Kino / Lucerys

This is going to be the last one and probably the only really sad one. During the war you can only try to imagine how the time had been with him. You still keep a lock of his hair but as your family has allied themselves with the greens, you have just lost all hopes of seeing him ever again, if he wanted to see you again, that was.

Keep tuned for pt. 2 🤗

[andrewmoocow]

Little Homeworld Life chapter 17: Little Homeworld Idol (originally published on April 17, 2023)

AN: I have to admit, I'm not that much of a songwriter in the sense that I don't write many original songs. I usually prefer to make themed parodies of existing songs, like a parody of You'll Be Back from Hamilton themed around The Terminator! That said, Steven Universe has some amazing songs and I really hope to capture the spirit of Aivi and Surasshu's compositions in the songs you shall hear, er, read today. I'll try my best here, please give me the benefit of the doubt.

Synopsis: The Gems hold a talent competition.

Cast:

Estelle as Garnet

Michaela Dietz as Amethyst, Tiger's Eye

Deedee Magno-Hall as Pearl, Volleyball

Shelby Rabara as Peridot

Jennifer Paz as Lapis

Uzo Aduba as Bismuth

Lauren Ash as White Topaz

Kimberly Brooks as Jasper

Noël Wells as Black Rutile

Della Saba as Aquamarine

Charlyne Yi as Eyeball

Christine Pedi as Holly Blue Agate

Casey Lee Williams as Cat's Eye

Jon Wurster as Marty

T-Pain as Sam Galley

Gal Gadot as Desert Glass

Willa Holland as Albite

Maddie Ziegler as Serpentine

Courtenay Taylor as Beryl

Billie Eilish as Turquoise

Featuring Tim Gunn as Tristan Wheeler

With RuPaul as Willie McCarthy

Christian Slater as Brock Ridley

And Emily King as Kunzite

--

"Welcome one and all to our very first Little Homeworld Idol!" Bismuth's voice declared as spotlights shined on the Beach-A-Palooza stage. "We got ourselves an impressive roster of singers here tonight, but first, let us get introduced to our judges!"

"First off, we have the Broadway sensation and star of classics like Death of a Salesman, Angels in America, and Cats, Brock Ridley!" A scruffy, long-nosed man in a red knit cap with a five o'clock shadow sat at the judges' stand with his legs kicked up on the table.

"Thank you, thank you, everybody." Brock Ridley thanked his adoring fans of humans and Gems. "This was not how I'd expect to spend my day, but I'll take what I can get."

"Next up is the fashion model, reality show host, and gender-nonconforming icon, Willie McCarthy!" A handsome and bald dark-skinned man dressed in an extravagant suit started blowing kisses to his fans.

"Pleasure to be here, my friends." Willie said as they struck a pose for his fans. "And be sure to catch my lifestyle reality series What A Drag, Wednesday nights on The DW!"

"Next up, it's famous fashion designer, animal rights activist, and academic Tristan Wheeler!" The spotlights shined next on an aged fellow in a black suit and glasses, who politely waved to the audience.

"Good evening, everybody." Tristan Wheeler greeted the viewers while straightening his suit. "Let's have a good clean competition, shall we?"

"And for our final judge, we have…." Bismuth announced before her showmanship faltered in absolute confusion. "Marty?! How did he get here?!"

"Hey, sorry I'm late, everybody!" Marty exclaimed as he pulled up a steel chair to sit beside the judges. "I just flew in from Keystone and my arms sure are tired!"

"Who let him here?" Pearl asked as the Crystal Gems and Sam Galley stood backstage.

"Hey, don't forget who's sponsoring this event!" Marty yelled before turning on one of the monitors to read, "LITTLE HOMEWORLD IDOL, BROUGHT TO YOU BY COOKIE CAT. HE'S THE PET FOR YOUR TUMMY!"

"I was the guy who organized this event! How did I not see that?!" Sam exclaimed at the monitor. Further backstage, the Rutile Rebels had gathered for Black Rutile's latest scheme.

"This is utterly genius! Thanks to my genius manipulations, I have convinced that talent agent to put this shlock together and make the Crystal Gems believe this was all his idea! Humans love competition, which should be a perfect excuse to gather more supporters!" Black Rutile proclaimed eagerly. "And naturally, we should also be performing our own song."

"What are you suggesting, my Rutile?" Holly Blue asked.

"Cat, hand me your phone." Black Rutile commanded the feline-like former attorney as she was handed Cat's smartphone and presented her minions with social media threads galore. "In my extensive research of the social media sites these humans love so much, it seems that the musicians that are lusted after the most are Korean boy bands and male pop stars." Scrolling through more posts, Black Rutile saw many ways for people to express their adoration of these celebrities. "Usually, they express their worship of these young men through writing fanfiction of real people or making what they call "fan-cams" of them."

"Wait, you can write fanfiction about real people?" Eyeball asked confusedly. "But aren't they, you know, real?"

"Exactly, but apparently, that doesn't matter to them." Black Rutile replied. "More to the point, that is why we shall emulate these performers for our act and earn ourselves the most applause when it is time for us to perform. Afterward, we shall reap the rewards and drown in how many new followers we gain!"

"Oh, that is utterly splendid!" Aquamarine cheered and clapped at her master's brilliant idea. "This might be one of your best plans yet, my Rutile!"

"Yes, yes, I am a genius. I'm well aware of that." Black Rutile blushed cutely. "Now then, get to work on preparing our act!"

--

"So, who are you guys betting on to win this?" Tiger's Eye asked as she sat down in the audience with Desert Glass, Albite, Serpentine, and Beryl. "I'm personally placing my money on Lapis!"

"Ooh, a duet between Amethyst and Jasper." Desert Glass replied with interest. "I wonder how utterly chaotic it will be."

"I'd like to see what Black Rutile has planned." Albite added. "I think I heard she has something big planned!"

"They got a special surprise performance at the end! I want to know who it is!" Beryl cheered excitedly.

"Good evening everyone, and welcome to Little Homeworld Idol." Garnet announced as she stood on stage. "Tonight, we are going to have Gems demonstrate their musical skills to see who is the most talented, judged by a panel of experts. And Marty."

"I've always wondered about the musical talents of extraterrestrials." Willie stated as the first performers took to the stage. "Okay, you two, give us some names. We're wasting daylight here!"

"My name is Amethyst, this is Jasper, and we're gonna sing a little sibling duet!" Amethyst announced while holding out a cane for Jasper to take. "Hit it, sis!"

"Understood." Jasper obeyed before smashing a hole in the stage.

"No, I meant to hit the music, as in turn it on." Amethyst corrected the orange Gem.

"You know, you could've just said "Turn on the music" instead." Jasper replied before she turned on a jazzy, big-band tune. "You know, Amethyst, being so small really gives you a leg up on the world!"

"Oh, you bet, sistah!" Amethyst proclaimed before she started singing while spinning her cane. "A little guy like me can see what others can't see! Yet being so tall makes you want to have a ball!"

"You may be a total shrimp, but you have lots of heart!" Jasper added. "But I'd be nothing if we were apart!"

"The two of us, so different, yet also so alike!" the two quartzes sang harmoniously while forming a kickline. "Someone better call the shop, because we'd like a bike! We want a bike!"

"Yeah, if I could be anything," Amethyst declared. "In this great big world we call home."

"The only thing I wouldn't be is forever alone!" Jasper added. "Alone, alone, alone, alone!"

"Just you and me against the world!" Amethyst kept singing. "Just the two of us, my girl!"

"Big or small, we'd still have it all!" Jasper and Amethyst concluded. "Big or small, we'd still have it all!" The two took a bow, followed by the crowd going wild.

"Hey, you weren't half bad there." Amethyst said to Jasper. "A little rusty, but you really carried this song."

"I made up most of these lyrics on the spot. Bear with me here." Jasper whispered back.

"Okay, I'm not that much into big band stuff, and it seemed a little short," Brock gave his honest thoughts on the song. "but hey, you two seem to be in good harmony, so you have my vote."

"What a touching affirmation of a sibling bond!" Willie sniffled with joy. "Plus, I love the jazz setup too!"

"Indeed, a very original composition." Tristan agreed with Willie. "Though I must admit, I was definitely hoping for me of you together. You make a really good duet."

"Eh, I've seen better sideshow attractions." Marty rolled his eyes in disgust.

"Thank you, thank you! We'll be here all night!" Amethyst laughed. "Hey, if you want more, we'd happily take requests!"

"Okay, Amethyst, that's enough." Pearl grumbled before she dragged Amethyst away with a stage crook.

"Hey, wait up!" Jasper yelled as she raced after Amethyst, causing the audience to laugh.

--

"And next up on our list of performers, we have Lapis Lazuli coming onto the stage with a powerful number of her own!" Pearl announced to the audience's excitement.

"Hey, didn't she nearly kill hundreds of people?" Marty complained about the round of applause Lapis was receiving as she, Peridot, Laz, Zuli, and a Flower Buddy got up on stage. "Why is everyone cheering for a psychotic murderer?!"

"I'd watch my tone if I were you." Pearl scolded Marty. "Security!" At Pearl's command, Marty's chair was picked up by White Topaz with Marty still sitting in it and tossed into the air.

"I wonder how far he can go." White Topaz mused to herself as Marty was sent flying and screaming into the air, only to fall to the ground with a loud clatter, his chair smashing against his body. "Wow, pretty high up."

"Too bad that didn't kill me." Marty grumbled before Lapis began to speak.

"Hi, everybody. You may know me as Lapis." Lapis introduced herself. "Now, this is a song I've already sung before because I was in a really dark place in life. But now that I finally know where I am in the universe, I think it could use a little rewrite. Peridot, if you please."

"With pleasure." Peridot said as she tapped on her tablet, and it started playing music for Lapis to sing to. "I believe in you, my water witch."

"It all felt to me so lovely, those bluest skies above me." Lapis began singing, with her two fellow Lapides providing backing vocals. "Those funny feelings that I felt once I had met you. I wanted to leave for a while. I didn't want to smile. So many colors I wish that I had known. But now I find myself sitting on that distant shore. I'm no longer alone."

"Dang, she's good." Amethyst complimented Lapis's singing when she saw Jasper shedding a few tears. "Wait, Jasper, are you crying?" she asked the bigger Gem in confusion. "I thought you two didn't get along once upon a time."

"I'm not crying; I'm sweating a watery discharge through my eyes." Jasper lied through her teeth to try hiding how moved she was by how far Lapis had come.

"Then I saw the colors fading, the gentleness of light escaping. Shadows of my fear invading, have I seen this all before?!" Lapis continued her song. "I knew! There was something deep residing, a terror deep inside me. I once understood how you could've been so bold. But now I find myself smiling on that distant shore. I'm no longer alone."

The crowd began going wild as Lapis took a bow, and then Peridot raced up and hugged her, causing the two to fuse into Turquoise. "Thank you, thank you! I'm so happy to be singing for you all today." Turquoise announced. "I couldn't have asked for a more adoring audience."

"Wow, I'm normally not one for being overemotional, but I think I started crying on the inside." Brock proclaimed. "How about you boys?" Rather than giving a proper answer, Willie was so moved to tears that he was crying his eyes out. "Okay, Willie's out for the count. Wheeler, your two cents?"

"Music is often an expression of one's troubled emotions, and Miss Lazuli's number is no different." Tristan analyzed what he had just heard. "You can truly feel how emotionally damaged she once was through song alone, and how she is taking slow but crucial steps in recovering from whatever struggles she suffered in life."

"Couldn't agree more." Willie agreed, finally getting a word between breaks from crying so much. "Bravo Lapis, bravo!"

"Oh please, you're all too kind." Turquoise blushed with delight at all the adoration showered upon her, while Marty sulked his way backstage with a few broken bones after getting crushed by his chair. "Hey, who wants an encore?!"

"Ooh, gonna need to call in a hospital soon." Marty groaned, rubbing his aching neck while spotting Black Rutile preparing for her number in front of a vanity mirror. "Hey, Black Rutile! You're Black Rutile, right?!"

"Yes, that is me." Black Rutile said, turning around to show off her white pop star-inspired outfit. "And you are?"

"It's me, Marty! I chatted with you on Yatter!" Marty introduced himself. "Don't you remember?"

"Ah yes, Morty!" Black Rutile immediately remembered, albeit getting Marty's name wrong, much to his chagrin. "My apologies for not recognizing you; I've just been so busy planning my revenge and researching ways to unleash a being of pure chaos and mayhem unto the world."

"Sorry, what?" Marty quietly answered.

"Nothing." Black Rutile fibbed. "So, what can you offer me? And make it quick; I'm on in five!"

"I only wish to join you in your revenge on the Crystal Gems because I go way back with Steven's family." Marty revealed. "I was once his dad's manager up until he decided to ditch me for that big pink harlot on the beach, and then his son made my son disown me before I was chased out of town because everybody hated my Guacola so much!"

"Wait, Guacola?" Black Rutile asked. "Wasn't that the disgusting drink some moron got sued for after some catering incident? It was all over the news a few months ago!"

"Oh, of course, you'd bring that up." Marty grumbled in embarrassment. "Listen, you're starting that whole movement against the Crystal Gems, right? Well, tell you what, I have some industry friends who'll help you get all the funding you need for whatever you have planned. You with me?" He extended a welcoming hand to the Rutile. "Come on, let's shake on it."

"I like the way you think." Black Rutile smiled eagerly as she shook Marty's hand. "Maybe in exchange, I can help you get back at Steven's old man too."

"Oh, Black Rutile, we're due out on stage!" Holly Blue called for Black Rutile as she, Aquamarine, Eyeball, Cat's Eye, and the Rubies marched onstage in similar outfits to their boss. "Don't keep us waiting by talking to that human!"

"I'll introduce you to my friends here later." Black Rutile stated as she turned around and followed her subordinates to the limelight. "Right now, it's showtime."

--

"Ladies and Gems, we have a pretty special show for you tonight." Sam Galley announced to the audience, the spotlight shining on him being the only source of light on the stage. "Our next performer believes that this song could possibly change lives. Well, I'll be the judge of that." He gave a light chuckle. "And now, for your listening pleasure, I give you Black Rutile and the Rebels."

As Sam left the spotlight, an electropop started playing as the light began shining on Black Rutile, striking a provocative pose before she began to sing. "I hate all this peace and love; I pray to the stars above. You all thought I was done. No, I'm not; I really hate you!" she began, cuing the Rutile Rebels to start acting as her backup dancers. "I hate your oppression; I'm trapped in depression; my shame is all because of you! You think you're still the good guys?"

Although Black Rutile composed a very well-made song, the audience was slightly unnerved by her message as the chorus began. "I am far smarter and far stronger thanks to the sands of time! I just wanted to reign supreme; why is that a crime? I list everyone I hate, and you're at the front of the line. I'm always plotting, so you should've thought twice!"

"Oh!" the Rutile Rebels yelled.

"Look at what I just did! Look at what I just did! Take a look and see what I just did!" Black Rutile continued, strutting closer to the audience and giving them a domineering glare. "Look at what I just-Ooh, look at what I just did! Look at what I just did! Take a look and see what I just did! Take a look and see what I just did!"

The second verse soon began, just as ominous and taunting as the last. "I want to see you all squirm, to see everything you love burn." Black Rutile declared. "You punished me for doing what's right, threw me here without letting me fight."

"What?!" Black Rutile's backup singers yelled.

"Homeworld moves on every day without drama, drama! But not for me, because I only want to give you karma!" Black Rutile added, further creeping out her captive audience with her lyrics and gyrating. "And as the universe turns, well, one thing's for sure, I may have got mine, but I'll give you yours!"

Once again, the chorus emphasized how Black Rutile loved boasting about her superiority and how she had the skills and infamy to back up her claims. "I am far smarter and far stronger thanks to the sands of time! I just wanted to reign supreme; why is that a crime? I list everyone I hate, and you're at the front of the line. I'm always plotting, so you should've thought twice!"

"Ooh!" the backup repeated.

"Look at what I just did! Look at what I just did! Take a look and see what I just did! Look at what I just-Ooh, look at what I just did! Look at what I just did!" Black Rutile proclaimed while presenting video footage of her previous exploits. "Take a look and see what I just did! Take a look and see what I just did!"

"I don't trust anybody, but everybody trusts me. I'll play the lead role in your scariest dream. I don't trust anybody, but everybody trusts me. I'll play the lead role in your scariest dream." Black Rutile repeated as part of the bridge. "I don't trust anybody, but everybody trusts me. I'll play the lead role in your scariest dream. I don't trust anybody, but everybody trusts me. I'll play the lead role in your scariest dream!"

"I am far smarter and far stronger thanks to the sands of time! I just wanted to reign supreme, why is that a crime?" Black Rutile sang while the song began to reach its conclusion. "I list everyone I hate, and you're at the front of the line. I'm always plotting, so you should've thought twice!"

"Ooh!" Black Rutile's backup sounded out one last time.

"Look at what I just did! Look at what I just did! Take a look and see what I just did! Look at what I just-"Black Rutile cried. "Ooh, look at what I just did! Look at what I just did! Take a look and see what I just did! Take a look and see what I just did!"

"I'm sorry, Black Rutile can't come to the phone right now." Black Rutile smirked as the song finished. "Why?"

"Because you're dead!" the other Rutile Rebels added with an evil laugh.

"Should we be concerned about that?" Volleyball whispered to Desert Glass in the audience.

"Worst case scenario, she's plotting to kill us all." Desert Glass replied plainly, freaking everyone out with her dark sense of humor.

"Okay, that is clearly ripping off another song!" Brock exclaimed. "But given what I heard about you, I wouldn't be surprised you'd sing something like this. Still, we got a huge red flag here."

"Oh, this is more than just a red flag!" Willie disagreed with Brock's statement. "We're looking at an electric red flag here!"

"Some compelling and meaningful lyrics, though I have a sinking feeling this might be an excuse to spread propaganda." Tristan commented on the song he had just heard.

"Why yes, that is exactly my point!" Black Rutile announced. "When I first heard that song, I felt so connected to the feelings of revenge and hatred in its lyrics. It just screamed me!"

"Of course, that's why she wanted to perform." White Topaz frowned in disappointment. "But at least she's still a terrific singer."

"That alone is worth listening to her." Jasper agreed with her girlfriend while the Rutile Rebels walked backstage, where Marty awaited them.

"Black Rutile, my buddy!" Marty cheerfully greeted his new Gem friend. "So, how was the performance, bubala?"

"First off, do not call me a bub!" Black Rutile scolded Marty. "Second, I think you might be trivializing some Earth religion for your own benefit. And third, the performance was amazing. I'm so happy to have seen all my hard work get the respect it deserves."

"Wonderful, because I got great news!" Marty exclaimed before presenting a video of Black Rutile's song posted on Yatter that was quickly going viral. "You're an Internet sensation now! And check it out; this #BlackRutileWasRight hashtag is everywhere!"

"Excellent, just as I had planned." Black Rutile sneered evilly while steepling her fingers together. "I simply must find a way to meet all these new followers."

"Trust me, babe. The Internet can allow you to do anything." Marty assured his new business partner. "We'll find a way soon."

--

The show continued with more Gems stepping up to the stage to perform. Some of the quartzes put on a barbershop quartet, Teal Zircon played an 80s heavy metal song, Nephrite and her crew did opera, Monazite became a one-Gem band, Diaspore sang a romantic duet with Dumortierite, and Snowflake, Bixbite, and Larimar did a standup comedy routine. The show began to close, but there was still one contestant yet to put on their act.

"Well, we surely had fun, everyone, but unfortunately, we'll have to put an end to this soon!" Sam Galley announced, to the disappointment of the audience. "But don't get too unhappy, because our last competitor is sure to impress! Please welcome to the stage, the moment you've all been waiting for, Kunzite!"

While the audience started cheering, the Crystal Gems and the Rutile Rebels all stared blankly at a short blue Gem with a purple gem poking out of her head who wore a bubble-like coat. "I'm sorry," Black Rutile said. "who is this?!"

"I think I remember her." Garnet stated. "She was a corrupted Gem I fought once before putting her in the Burning Room. I may have forgotten her name, though."

"Hi, everybody, my name's Kunzite." The Gem introduced herself. "You may or may not have seen me a lot, but that's because I'm a bit of a shut-in and don't really get out much."

"So that explains why we barely recognize her!" Amethyst declared.

"For my song, I'm just performing a cover of a song I keep hearing on the radio, and I really liked how much the singer sounded like me for some reason," Kunzite explained while picking up a guitar and a radio. "I hope you all enjoy." Setting down the radio and pushing play on some easy-listening music, Kunzite started strumming her guitar as her song began. "Just a little time. Just a little something else instead. Just a little time. Just a little something up ahead."

"Hey, I've heard this before!" Amethyst said, nodding to the beat of the song.

"Are you kidding me right now?" Black Rutile grimaced. "She literally stole my idea!"

"I'm dreaming of being... being... being... Being human..." Kunzite continued singing. "Just a little time. Just a little something that I need. Just a little time. Just a little feeling gaining speed. I'm dreaming of going... going... going... Going somewhere and... Being... being... being... Being human." Kunzite put her guitar down and awkwardly prepared to leave when she stopped playing, only to be stopped by the crowd going wild. "Oh my, you really liked my song that much?!"

"Dang straight, you did the original version justice!" Brock smiled widely. "It's almost like you were her!"

"Agreed!" Willie exclaimed. "So beautiful!"

"I think we might have a winner here." Tristan concurred with the other judges, much to Black Rutile's anger.

"What's impressive?! I've been ripping off a song my whole act!" Black Rutile yelled as she stormed towards the victorious Kunzite and slapped her so hard, Kunzite fell to the ground. "This whole thing was rigged to humiliate me, wasn't it?!"

"Black Rutile, calm down!" Garnet yelled at the Rutile. "Just accept that sometimes, there will always be someone better than you! If it makes you feel better, we'll let you have second place."

"Besides, look at all the attention you've gotten!" Marty added, showing Black Rutile that her followers were still growing by the dozens, which was all she needed now to be satisfied with her work.

"I see. Good enough." Black Rutile's tune changed entirely as she walked off the stage. "Come my thralls; we have much to do!"

"I suppose we shall continue our indoctrination of the masses?" Aquamarine asked evilly while the Rutile Rebels, now joined by Marty, followed their fearless leader.

"Quit reading my mind." Black Rutile responded.

--

As the Crystal Gems helped take down the stage as the show ended, the judges took some time to exchange some friendly conversations before they went back to their respective celebrity lives. "So boys, up for a few drinks later?" Willie asked Brock and Tristan. "I know of a good place in Dover with such amazing service!"

"Eh, I got time to kill before flying back to Empire City." Brock agreed to the queer fashion model's offer. "Hey, I know we shared this thought earlier, but Black Rutile is definitely all kinds of messed up, right?"

"I believe I've seen her many times before." Tristan stated. "She made headlines for her numerous crimes against humanity and her trial not too long ago."

"We made a good choice not naming her the winner." Brock declared. "Otherwise, she'd have let it go to her head and, I don't know, use it to take over the world or something!"

"Like that will ever happen." Willie laughed. "So, still up for drinks?"

"Yes." Brock and Tristan declared as one before the three judges left Beach City behind.

--

Well, we had our fun for now, but next time we'll be getting back to more serious territory. On the next Little Homeworld Life, more new Gems will be introduced and it'll be up to us to decide if they're friend or foe! In addition, the Crystal Gems will start questioning their own actions and maybe start slowly falling apart. I'm sure you'll find that very exciting. Catch you next time!

[diamondstuddedflunkies]

Thanks for tagging me, @lil-melody!! Here are my 8. I used to have a lot more celebrity crushes but by now they've narrowed down.

Jim Morrison, he's such a beautiful person inside and out.

2. Eddie Van Halen, he's so sweet and handsome

3. Billy Idol, no comment

4. Billy Squier, I'm way too obsessed with him... ugh he's so handsome to me.

5. Brian Setzer 😍 he's a little darling

6. Steve Miller

7. *Diamond* David Lee Roth

8. Willem Wolfe Broad, Billy Idol's son

Tagging anyone who wants to join!

Years ago these was some kind of tagging game about pics of your celebrity 'crushes' (is there a better word to use?) Let's say- eight different people

8 of my celebrity crushes 🌿

Plus the whole Yes band minus Rick Wakeman :0

Tagging: @shamanbluesss @boilmynoodles @jimmysdragonsuit13 @probably-not-mig @milkyway-ashes @rocknrollappreciator @youre-no-good @fiammee

[i-caught-fire-blue-and-yellow]

Soundtrack of your life

I’ve missed these so much 😂

Rules: put your music on shuffle and write down the first 13 songs you get and then come up with the soundtrack of your life

Title song: I’m a riot, you’re a fucking riot - The Blackout

Waking up scene: Rebel Yell - Billy Idol

Falling in love scene: She’s a handsome woman - Panic At The Disco

First date scene: Universally Speaking - RHCP

Fight scene: Straitjacket - Alanis Morissette

Tragic death scene: The bird and the worm - The Used

Mental breakdown: Lonely Boy - The Black Keys

Driving scene: The grouch - Green Day

Serious monologue: She’s my winona - Fall Out Boy

Flashback: Under cover of darkness - The Strokes

Kiss scene: Rabbit heart (raise it up) - Florence and the machine

Party scene: United states of whatever - Liam Lynch

Ending song: Loverboy - You Me At Six

Definitely all over the place!

[korn-dogz]

Can you make a smut Walt Jr x reader or something. Just make it anything that you want.

Hope You're doing great! :)

(forget about the other request..)

Sure!! I love jr so much and he deserve better

Warning: just fluff :)

You were chilling on your bed listening to some music coming from your mp3 when your phone buzzes. It’s a Text form Flynn,

Flynn: hey y/n! :) how are you?

You immediately respond,

You: hey Flynn! I’m doing good

Flynn: that’s great? Hey so, you’re not busy are you?

You: nope, I’m not going anything right now

As you send the text you look over at the clock beside you 7:30 the clock reads

Flynn: I was wondering if you wanted to come over, my parents are not home I think they’re working..

You: that sounds great Flynn! I’ll meet you there at.. 7:40??

Flynn: sounds great! I’ll see you then :)

You put down your phone and start getting ready, you start thinking to yourself “what could he possibly want at this hour? Eh it’s probably nothing”you put on a slightly baggy pair of jeans and a dark red shirt with a beautiful pattern on it.

You finish getting ready and you hop in your car turning on the engine,

-

You arrive at Flynn’s house and you ring the bell,you wait a couple seconds before the door opens, “hey Flynn! It’s good to see you” you say as you hug him, “h-hey y/n” he hugs you back, “so, what do you want to do?” He makes room for you to come in “I w-was thinking w-we could go to my room a-and listen to some music t-t-together” you always knew Flynn likes music, he even showed you some bands he likes

You followed him to his room as he made room for you on his bed, he let his music play, you enjoyed his music taste, he would always show you songs that he’d think you’d like, you were laying down beside him as you turned you head to look over at him. You and Flynn had been friends for such a long time, you’d help him with his homework he’d help you, you always enjoyed his presence. You were admiring him when the song eyes without a face by Billy idol came on

You recognized the song as he had shown you it, you started singing along quietly, soon you feel something touch your hand you look down to see Flynn’s hand slowly trying to hold your hand, you slimed as you locked hands with him. You saw the look on his face when you did, you could see the blush on his face, you decided to move closer to him, “hey Flynn, can I tell you something?” You ask him in a soft voice “o-oh uh s-sure” he’s gorgeous you sometimes heard his mom talk about how handsome he is and shes right, “I’ve liked you for a really long time now.. and I think you’re really handsome and you have an amazing music taste” you finish your confession, you can’t look him in the eyes after that

Flynn didn’t say anything for what felt like hours, "r-really??” He suddenly bursts out ”I’ve l-liked you f-for such a l-long t-time!” And with that he leaned in for a kiss, you were a bit taken back because you didn’t see it coming but soon enough you returned the kiss, his lips are soft and warm you pulled him closer

He hugged you tightly but not taking his lips off of you. You pulled away to catch some air, you looked into his eyes. He was beautiful, his fluffy hair and they way he looked at you had you blushing hard.

You whispered into his ear “I love you” and kissed him 

[countdown-to-love]

A P1Harmony Beginner’s Guide

Since I’m seeing lots of new people taking an interest in P1Harmony these days, I thought now is the perfect time to make a little guide like this that might help a few of you with getting to know the boys better^^

Guide Masterlist

Music Videos:

Siren

Breakthrough

Scared

Do It Like This

Do It Like This English Version

Gotta Get Back (feat. Pink Sweat$)

Doom Du Doom

Music Show Stages:

All Siren Era Music Show Stages

All Scared Era Music Show Stages

All Do It Like This Era Music Show Stages

Some Covers & Performances worth checking out: everything they do is worth checking out imo, but I can’t link every single thing they’ve ever done here skldajfölkads

Maniac (Conan Gray Cover)

Good 4 U (Olivia Rodrigo Cover)

At My Worst (Pink Sweat$ Cover)

Shine (Pentagon Cover)

Our Beloved Medley Vocal Cover

Billie Eilish Medley Dance Cover

(everything else is under the cut, because this got a bit long)

More fun stuff to watch: (in chronological order)

♢ Self Introductions [Keeho & Theo, Jiung & Intak, Soul & Jongseob] Basically what the title says, also shows how distinct their characters are very well! + they get to showcase their drawing skills (?)

♢ Stream Highlights from their appearance on Ara TV In which they eat, chat, and Keeho burps on live television. (I realize this doesn’t have eng subs so... if you’re learning/can speak Korean you’re welcome (?) Otherwise just watch them be cute uwu)

♢ Lunar New Year’s Celebrations 2021 Watch P1Harmony playing traditional Korean games and occasionally losing their minds a lil :’)

♢ A series of little interviews in collaboration with Wonderwall This is unfortunately pay2watch, but I wanted to link it anyways because these videos are what really made me fall in love with P1Harmony fully, plus they give a nice insight on their working process as well as the boys’ thoughts and feelings. By now you can find the full episodes on yt as well, if you have trouble finding them let me know and I can send you the links^^

♢ Hard Training Team [Ep 0, Ep 1, Ep 2, Ep 3, Ep 4] A fun little series to start getting to know their personalities!! Tbh all of their series are worth watching, you can check my series guide for those^^

♢ Secret Friend of Idols In which they play games fighting for regional Korean food and also Intak curses. 

♢ P1Harmony takes a lie detector test This speaks for itself tbh. Also Soul wants to see the world burn.

♢ To 2022 P1Harmony The Piwons sending video messages to their future selves!

♢ Weekly Idol Way too much happened here...

♢ Poster & MD Making Film for their first Tour Watch them being very handsome~

♢ P1Harmony building an Ikea shelf I will certainly not hire them to build any furniture for me whatsoever.

Vlives:

Until the end of 2021 they did so-called “partner vlives”, where they’d always pair up and do one or two scheduled lives within a certain amount of time. I thought since they’re fun to watch and eng subbed (mostly anyways...) I want to link a few here^^

SeobKee Age (Keeho & Jongseob) A father and one of his sons making food together.

JongJi-Boo (Jiung & Jongseob) INTJ-line giving life advice.

PlanTHEOing with Soul (Theo & Soul) They’re trying to grow plants and have close to no idea what they’re doing.

Dance Machine (Jiung & Intak) Half of dance line covering a bunch of songs and freestyling.

Ohyaho (Keeho & Theo) Two extroverts setting marshmallows on fire.

SaeTakSoul (Intak & Soul) Them making Dalgona candy and Intak doing 90% of the work. (But Soul is still being very cute so it’s all good~)

Some P1H Blogs to follow:

So you can fill your dash with the boys~ There are obviously a lot more blogs who post about them on here, but I wanted to give a selection of P1H-only blogs^^

@choi-taeyang

@choitaeyang

@huangintaks

@hwang-intak​

@hyunhun-88​​

@incorrect-p1h​

@jiung-s

@jiungweb​

@kee-ho​

@piwonies​

@stephen-yoon​

@tebaragi​

Guide Masterlist

more short guides per era: Siren Era Highlights - Scared Era Highlights - DILT Era Highlights

[ladyizunia]

[nightowlfandom]

Billy Loomis And Stu Macher x Reader- Cute Little Toy (Part 2/2) (University/Modern AU)

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READ PART 1

Leggo!!!

...

“No seriously, what the fuck?” you crossed your arms as the two sat on your couch. “You two just tried to kill me! Now you’re acting like-”

“In my defense we didn’t think you’d do all that.” Stu laughed. “Damn, Y/N...”

“You two need to find a better routine. I could sniff it out from a mile away.”

“The question is...how?” Billy wiped his nose. “How did you know...you said your parents killed for a living...”

“I thought I was gonna kill you so I didn’t think it mattered.” you sighed. “Usually I’m not the one doing the killing.”

“Why would you say that though if-...” Stu paused. “It was you wasn’t it?”

“Was what me?” you glowered, crossing your arms.

“You were the victim of those people who were-”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” you scoffed. “Why would I-” you turned back towards them who were both wearing similar glares. “...Fine...I was...I was the girl they threw semen and pee at...is that what you wanted to hear?”

“I looked up more information on the Keaton Town Massacre. Your parents were psychotic!”

“They are.” you shook your head. “Let me guess...you’re gonna extort me for-”

“AN AUTOGRAPH? DUH!!” Stu cut you off. “They’re my idols man! Killing a bunch of losers-”

“I will admit that while parents are fucking gross...yours are alright.” Billy wore a smile. “Especially if they did it for you.”

Your phone suddenly rang again. “Speak of the devil. Stay quiet!” you pointed at them both. “Mommy! Daddy!!” you answered the phone as if you almost didn’t kill two people.

“Honey! Is everything alright?” your mother asked. “You hung up so abruptly!”

“Everything is alright!” you laughed nervously. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Well your father and I are outside.”

“HUH?!?!” you almost dropped your phone. As if god was against you, there came a knock on your door. “Fuck!” you seethed. “You two.” you warned. “Behave or else.”

“Yes dear.” “Of course, baby!”

You walked over to the door. “MOMMY, DADDY!” you cheered.

“Pumpkin!” you dad walked through the door, giving you a hug. 

“You sounded so worried on the phone we just had to!” your mother closed the door behind her. “Be a dear and take my coat.”

“Yes mam!” You laughed nervously, taking her luxurious fur coat and throwing it on the arm chair. 

“You know pumpkin-....who is this?” your father paused seeing Billy and Stu on the couch. 

“Ummm-” you stammered. 

“Why is one of them all bloody?” your mom followed. “Was this why you hung up on us?”

“I...uh...” you noticed your father reaching for his coat pocket, pulling out a pistol.

“Y/N dear...do tell us?”

What were you gonna do?!!? You looked at the boys and then back to your parents. What were you gonna say!

“Someone was messing with me and they saved me!” you found yourself saying. “Um....Someone was following me home and they helped me out....right guys?” you seethed.

“Of course!” Stu hopped up and threw his arms around you. “Anything for our baby girl!”

Your parents watched as you bit back the words to say. Billy rose to his feet and stood at your opposite side.

“Pleasure to meet you Miss. L/N. Y/N has told us much about you.” 

Please believe it! Please believe it.

“You didn’t tell us you made friends!!” your dad beamed. “I’d better get the engine running and bake my famous muffins!” your goofy father made a beeline for the kitchen. “Any friend of our little pumpkin is a friend of ours, don’t cha know!”

“Oh honey...they’re handsome too.” she winked your way. “Well, tell me about yourselves. What are your hobbies, boys?”

“Homicide.” Billy answered. 

“Blood.” followed Stu.

“Is that so.” Your mother trailed off, a distant smirk appearing on her face. “My little girl is very important to me...I hope you didn’t plan on-”

“Of course not.” Stu gasped. “We’d never harm Y/N.”

“She’s our little angel.” Billy played along, throwing an arm around you. 

“Honey bunch. Need I tell your friends of our work?”

“No need...I may or may have not already told them.” you confessed.

“And they didn’t run screaming...I like these two for you sweetie!” your dad called.

...(Two Hours Later)

“And there I was, holding my trusted meat cleaver above my head when we finally locked eyes.” your father grabbed your mothers hand. “That stab wound she gave me told me she was the one for me.”

Billy and Stu listened to your parents love story, both looking way too invested to be considered normal. 

“When Y/N was born we swore that anyone who got in our way would be taken care of.” your dad spoke. “Every sorry punk that ever bullied our pumpkin. Oh- what a shame.”

“Well sir...we’re not sure if we can match your kill list but...we’ve done a little bit of murder ourselves.” Stu gloated. How did you attracted the crazies? “We’ve done mostly house party stuff.” he shrugged.

“I got my start there, pretty soon you’ll be taking down corporations.” your mom gave the two a little too much hope. “Y/N...nice men you have here. You have my approval.”

“Mine too, our little pumpkin patch is in great hands.” your dad beamed. 

After your parents left, you practically slid down the door. “They think I’m dating you both.” you sighed. “It’s in their tones.”

“I mean we could be.” Billy smirked. “You are pretty cute.”

“Our babies would be so adorable, don’t cha think?” Stu pretended to flip his non-existent long hair.

“That’s not the point. As long as they think I’m with you guys, they won’t pester me about joining the family business.” You sighed.

“Fine by me! I’ve always wanted to go on protection missioned for a cutie like you.” Billy winked. “Plus your dad is the best cook ever...who knew he would turn out to be a baker.”

“When he’s not a cold blooded killer, he owns a bakery.” you shrugged. “It’s the perfect cover-up! Jolly baker man who donates to children’s hospitals? Who would believe he’d kill anyone.”

“Who’d believe a hottie like you could put someone like Billy on his ass.” Stu cackled.

“Like I said...I’m totally in love with you.” Billy put a finger up. “If you reject me, I think I’d die.” he said, dead serious.

“Good to know?” you raised an eyebrow. “Just....I guess this means we have no choice but to be friends now, huh?”

“Or boyfriends...but baby steps!”

...

You were walking home after a late night run to the store. All you needed was an onion, it should have been a mission. However when you came across a familar figure at the end of the street, you were nothing short of slightly annoyed.

“Okay Billy, this prank is getting old.” you sighed. “If you want to hang out, you can sneak in the window like a normal person.” you crossed your arms. The figure at the end of the road didn’t seemed fazed by your tone. “I’m not gonna sick my parents on you.”

“You’re Stu then!...Well the same rules apply!” 

Nothing.

Slowly, they started stalking towards you. It was then you realized this person was not at all who you thought. You began taking a small step back. Followed by another. 

“You stay away from me.” you warned. Before you knew it, the person began charging for you, waving a knife above their head. They definitely weren’t as tactical as Billy or Stu. 

You bolted back in the direction you were walking, feeling your hear catch in your chest. All you had was an onion in a bag! What the fuck was that gonna do! 

“SOMEONE! ANYONE!” you screamed.

You turned a corner ramming into someone. You almost screamed when you saw that it was another Ghostface. 

“LET ME GO!” you screamed.

“Y/N, calm down!!!” a familiar, not voice-changed voice made you stop, but not much.

“S-stu! Someone’s following me! They have a knife! I’m scared.” you cried. 

Stu lifted the edge of his mask just as another Ghostface (Billy of course) swaggered out of the alleyway, hearing everything. 

“Where is he?” Billy asked, obviously in possession of the voice changer. To answer his question, there was a crazed laughter in the distance as a whole group of false GhostFaces all came skipping around the corner, all chanting your name. 

“Get Y/N! Get Y/N!”

However the party was cut short when they saw you in the arms of the now remasked Stu.

“Playing with another man’s toy...how naughty.” Billy grabbed his very real knife. “Now who was the one tormenting my cute little victim?” 

Silence.

“Then I guess you all have to die.” Billy snarled. Stu hid your face in his chest, covering your ears in the process. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was over the moon. 

“This is Los Angeles all over again.” you whimpered. You were 10...but that was a story for another time.

“Come on man! It was a joke!!”

“...I don’t get it...here’s a joke for you. Five dead assholes all share one coffin..” Billy began. “How do they all figure out who dies first? Trick question...they don’t have to...I will.”

You buried your head deeper into Stu’s warm chest. You were always iffy around blood. It reminded you of being consoled by your mother and father. You wrapped your arms around him super tight as Billy went to town on everyone.

Once he came back to your side, he sandwiched you between himself and Stu. “You okay?”

“B-barely. All I had to protect me was this onion.” you held up the produce bag.

“Oh no, so scary!” Stu let you go and pranced around. “Evil onion!!”

“You guys are mean.” you pouted. 

“Oh come on Y/N!!” Billy followed you up the street and you stumbled down the street. “Get back here cutie!!”

“NO!” you pouted. “Don’t you guys have girlfriends?” you scoffed. “Leave me alone.” you grumbled.

Billy and Stu watched as you stepped over the gross dead bodies.

“We’re gonna marry that girl one day aren’t we?”

“...I mean...we can still play with her a little bit, right?”

...

(Any other Billy and/or Stu scenarios you wanna see? I appreciate how the slasher fic community welcomed me with open arms and I wanna make you all proud of me!! *hugs* Deadass you people are nice as SHIT WTF....TAKE NOTES _____COMMUNITY,....no tea no shade....all tea all shade,.)

[fific7]

White Wedding Pt 1

Logan Delos x Reader

A/N: Alpha/Omega/Soulmate AU, based on Billy Idol’s song of the same name. This does not follow canon, it’s mainly Logan lemon zest 🍋 because the world always needs more Logan.

Summary: James has agreed to retire, leaving Logan and Juliet in charge of Delos. But there is one major condition attached… will Logan find it to be a deal-breaker?

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including oral, between consenting adults*. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please use protection, let’s be careful out there.

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(My Photo Edit)

Hey little sister, what have you done

Hey little sister, who's the only one

Hey little sister, who's your superman

Hey little sister, who's the one you want

Hey little sister, shotgun

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Logan shot up out of his seat.

“Wait, what?!”

His handsome face - unusually - held an expression of horror and disgust. Most times you’d see either a languid smile, a devilish smirk or just plain indifference. But not right now.

He couldn’t believe what his father had just said. Out loud. For the whole board to hear.

James laughed out loud, and even Juliet smirked before quickly looking down.

“You heard, Logan,” he said, still not quite done laughing.

“How come you haven’t asked Juliet to fulfill the same condition? That’s… that’s just complete bullshit.. and favouritism and.. and.. it’s discriminatory!”

The other board members were smirking, Logan just knew they were. He was absolutely furious.

Logan heard Juliet snigger loudly and she looked straight at him, her eyes twinkling. He couldn’t resist flashing her a tiny grin … he was so pleased they were back on good terms now that she’d dumped her asshat of a husband, the charming William.

James, on the other hand… the lingering smile which had remained on his face dropped right off there and he sent one of his glacial looks at Logan.

“Because she’s not a drunken, whoring fucked up junkie, lad! You… on the other hand…” he said, pointing at Logan, his voice rough and his accent sounding broader than usual.

Logan collapsed back into his seat, “Yeah, yeah!… but not any more… rehab, remember?”

His father leaned even further back into his fancy-ass “I’m the Boss” big leather chair at the head of the boardroom table.

“Yes, lucky for you. By god, laddie… you will keep on the straight and narrow, no backsliding!… call this an incentive to keep yourself nice and clean...and well-behaved.”

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Juliet hurried to keep up with her irate sibling as he stormed across the driveway and into her house. He’d grabbed her house keys from her as she’d been taking them out of her bag, still fuming even though the meeting had been over for at least an hour.

“Lo… will you calm the fuck down!” she yelled at his back as he unlocked and threw open her front door. Luckily she had a doorstop between it and the hall wall, otherwise the door handle would’ve made a big mark there as it headed for the wall at high speed.

“That absolute fucker!” he screeched as he strode into her living area. He swung round suddenly, a guilty look on his face. “Oh… Em’s not here, is she?”

Juliet dropped her large tote onto the ground and quietly closed the door behind her.

“A bit late if she was here!… luckily for you, she’s at the afterschool club with her little buddies.”

Logan helped himself to some of her bourbon, a small measure. He held up the bottle to her and she shook her head, “I’ve gotta pick up Em later.”

He threw himself onto the sofa, and Juliet sat down next to him. He took a big gulp of his drink, “I swear.. I wish I’d been born one of those pussy Betas.”

She laughed, and put her hand on his arm, “Well.. unfortunately for you, you were born a big healthy Alpha male … which you insist on proving at every opportunity.”

“Not recently,” he grumbled, taking a smaller sip. He heaved a big theatrical sigh, “I haven’t had any in fucking forever!”

Juliet knew that his ruts had been erratic recently due to his substance abuse and it had been a blessing in disguise, really. Not that Logan had actually ever needed his ruts to get his groove on. But his counsellor had told him that they would probably return soon and as his session notes were made available to his father, James had decided that before this happened, and as a condition of his imminent retirement whereby he’d hand over control of the company to his two children, Logan would need to get married.

“You’re such a drama queen, Lo,” she laughed. He huffed, “Am I? Am I? Well! How would you like if he’d told you to get married to some fucking Omega within a month?”

“Look… I’ll do what I can to help,” she soothed, “I’ve got a contact at Los Palos Verde.”

Logan turned his head towards her, “What’s that? Some skanky knocking shop for stray Omegas or something?” She lightly slapped his shoulder, “No! It’s a retreat for high-end unclaimed Omegas.”

“Unclaimed?”

“Yes, unclaimed. Whereby they either haven’t met their soulmates yet or don’t even have one, and as highly prized females they’d be in danger if left out in the mainstream.”

Logan ran a hand over his face and up into his lush dark hair, “Fuck! This is so … so fucking… I just can’t believe he’s insisting on this.”

“I’ll make an appointment for you. It’s seriously the best retreat in California. There’s a long waiting list but my contact will get you to the head of the queue. During the appointment, you are allowed to meet and scent some of the residents, and if you feel a strong attraction or bond with any of them, you’re allowed to briefly sample them in a controlled environment.”

“Scent them? Sample them? What the fuck… you mean like a fucking tasting menu in some fancy restaurant?” and he laughed for the first time in a while.

Juliet’s face pinked up, “I’m not going into details, Lo… you’ll find out when you get there.”

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Los Palos Verde

You carefully placed your book on the little table next to your plush, comfortable chair and sat back, looking out over the vista of pine trees and palms which surrounded the enclave.

This place usually made you feel calm. Whilst it was a pretty solitary existence - there was limited social interaction between the Omegas as the Betas who ran it said that there was potential scent-mixing - there was a tranquil vibe which you adored and required. But you were troubled today.

The longer you’d existed in the mainstream without meeting your soulmate the more dangerous life had become for you. There had been a spate of Omega kidnappings by rogue Alphas who had basically placed them into brothel/baby farms where they were just basically used and used and used, forevermore.

You had no family left in the US, and the European branch had been singularly uninterested in taking you in due to some long-ago but never forgotten family dispute. When your grandmother had died five years ago - she’d outlived her children - you’d been very surprised to learn that she’d left you a substantial legacy. You were surprised because she’d always refused to ever meet you. Your father, her middle son, had got his college girlfriend pregnant and you were the outcome. Your parents had never married but co-habited, and your grandmother had been outraged by that and also because both your parents had also dropped out of college and schlepped round California in a neo-hippy kind of lifestyle.

You had been identified as a Platinum Omega very early in your life. You actually had wished over and over that you weren’t, but what choice did you have? It meant that you were the very top notch of Omegas - the most beautiful, the most fertile when you needed to be and therefore highly prized by Alphas. When it became obvious a couple of years ago that remaining in the mainstream could potentially be very dangerous for you, you’d sold your condo and along with your inheritance had had enough to buy yourself a place at Los Palos Verde for 10 years. It meant that you were safe from any kidnap attempts and the humiliation of having to take a place in one of the government-sponsored Omega Centres, which were basically just brothels by any other name, where single Alphas could go to scratch an itch or during a rut.

At the end of the 10 years, you’d review the security in the mainstream and see what your options were at that point. Some of your inheritance was in an interest-bearing Savings Bond so you weren’t exactly penniless, thankfully. Meanwhile, your stay at Los Palos Verde was all-inclusive … and also included an inhibitor for your monthly heat cycle. You were determined that you would not get pregnant until you met your Alpha soulmate. You frowned… huh… if you met your soulmate, you should say. You were beginning to think it’d never happen, and also you knew that being in the retreat limited your chances of meeting him. But if you were out in the mainstream, although you might meet your soulmate, you could just as easily get yourself human-trafficked. That was your delightful Catch-22 situation and you just had to deal with it.

And also hence the reason for your troubled mind. As part of the contract you had to sign when you took up residence here, there was a clause which you hadn’t anticipated and weren’t exactly thrilled about either. The Betas who ran the place reserved the right to put any Platinum Omegas forward should any of their VIP Alphas request a meeting. You had to agree to be scented and sampled by them if requested. You’d strongly protested but basically if you didn’t agree to it, you would not be accepted into LPV. So with a heavy heart, you’d signed your acceptance of all their T&C’s.

However since you’d been here, you’d never been approached by them about the weird-sounding scenting and sampling thing. So you’d kinda forgotten all about it. Until yesterday. One of the Betas had messaged you on the internal system and advised that you would be required to present yourself at 2 pm in two days’ time for scenting. You were instructed not to take your inhibitor, not to use perfume or deodorant, and to wear a camisole top with no bra and yoga pants with no underwear. You’d messaged back and asked why, and had received a terse reply that as per your contract, you had agreed to this and therefore you would prepare yourself without argument.

Now what in holy hell was this all about?

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Your apartment door buzzer rang at 1.45 pm the day later, and a Beta female you hadn’t seen before asked you to accompany her to the ‘Scenting Suite”, whatever the fuck that was, you thought grumpily.

This ‘Suite’ was a luxurious, calm space with long, low futon-like beds spaced out around the room. The floor-to-ceiling windows allowed green-shadowed sunlight to spill in, muted by gauzy curtains.

Your hair was tied back, and you were asked to lie down on one of the futons and then covered head to toe by the light cotton sheet so that you were unable to see anything any longer. There was no one else in the Suite when you entered, but then you heard another and then another set of footsteps, and the rustling of sheets nearby. So… three of you involved, then. The Beta’s voice said in a low tone next to your ear, “We will uncover a small area and The Alpha will place his nose on your neck. Please do not recoil or react, just lie still. If he wishes to, he will move his nose over your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder, and you will allow this.”

A few moments later, you heard the Suite door open and a low murmuring of voices. Then a louder, deeper voice, “So whadda I do, exactly?” He sounded almost sulky. More low murmurs, and his voice again, “Really? Ah, okay then.” Yeah, definitely sulky.

They must’ve begun with one of the others, you thought as no one approached you yet. Another few moments went by without any action around your futon. Then you heard footsteps which seemed to be heading your way. You heard the same Beta female voice who’d spoken to you earlier say, “And this… this is our Platinum Omega.” You heard a small snort, “What? Like.. same as a damn Ferrari or something?” Your lips involuntarily curved into a smile, thinking to yourself… cheeky bastard. Then you got mad, as you suddenly realised that that was exactly what it sounded like.. as if you were an inanimate object in a car showroom. Were they…. they sounded like they were trying to sell you to this guy??

You felt light fingers pull aside the sheet on the right side of your neck, but as the rest of the sheet was underneath your head, that was all that was revealed. You still couldn’t see a damn thing.

Then you felt a warm nose against your skin and you felt him huff in a breath. You were also able to smell him… spicy, musky, with an indescribable hint of the man himself mixed in there. His nose suddenly travelled up behind your ear then back down, further down than he’d been before, and across your shoulder to your collarbone, pushing aside the sheet as he went. If he kept on at this rate, who knows what he’d end up revealing. His nose kept travelling across your skin, back and forth, back and forth. You heard the Beta voice, “Please! Mr .. uhh… sir… the scenting is over now.”

He’d buried his nose in your hairline at the nape of your neck by this time, and he moved away. You heard a quiet, “Damn!”

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Logan stood up, reluctantly. Well goddamn, he hadn’t expected that visceral reaction from himself. He looked down at the figure on the futon. Obviously he couldn’t see much except a vague outline, as the sheet covered her completely.

Juliet had been as good as her word and got him an appointment today at this weird place, in amongst the pines and palms. If he hadn’t received a voicemail full of curses and threats from his father yesterday he probably wouldn’t have bothered driving up here. Then when he walked into their ‘Scenting Suite’ or whatever the fuck they called it, he’d been disturbed to see three prone figures on futons, covered by white sheets - they looked like they were extras in The Mummy Returns or something. Creepy as fuck. He didn’t like this whole circus one tiny fucking bit.

The first two Mummies he’d been led over to… well, yeah.. they smelled ok. Like women. You know, how women smell. Nice. OK, yeah. What was he doing here again??

Then the third Mummy. The snippy-looking Beta had reverently informed him that this was their Platinum Omega. Like she was a fucking car model or something. What was a fucking Platinum Omega anyway?

Then his nose had hit her skin. Fuck! Her scent suddenly hit his receptors like a tsunami. Rolling relentlessly over him. What was it? Musky, sweet… sex. His nose started roaming of its own accord over her neck, shoulders, collarbone, constantly scenting… and the snippy Beta had stepped closer to him, telling him it was over. He’d immediately glared at her, the Fuck Off in his glance very apparent. But then he’d remembered where he was and what he was doing and had stood up.

The Beta indicated that he should leave the Suite, which he did.. glancing back just the once at Ms Mysterious Platinum Omega. Once outside, he asked the snippy Beta what exactly that meant.

The thin lips curved up a fraction, “Why Mr Delos, that means that you have the Empress of the Omegas right there, the elite of the elite, the crème de la crème.” She regarded him coolly, “I guess she is the one you’d like to sample?”

“I don’t know what sampling actually means but whatever it is, yes… you guess correctly.”

“Sampling means you are able to use your tongue. Between her legs.”

Logan’s mouth dropped open as he stared at the Beta, speechless. Suddenly he felt the first stirrings of interest below decks for months.

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Your sheet was replaced over your neck and shoulders, and a few moments later you heard more than one set of footsteps shuffling past and leaving the Suite. You were about to sit up and pull down the sheet when a hand restrained you, and none too gently either.

“You will remain.”

Where was the Please in that statement then? You huffed, “No. I want to go now, please. Everyone else seems to have.”

“Yes, they have. But you have been chosen to be sampled, so you will remain.”

“Look, just what the hell is this sampling you keep talking about?”

“Nothing unpleasant. You will find out shortly.”

“I want to know now!” you insisted, and you heard an exasperated sigh above you.

“In a few moments.”

The Beta’s hands loosened the sheet next to your right arm; there was a quick sharp scratch there and in a very short space of time you could feel yourself becoming drowsy. So very drowsy. You could feel restraints being snapped round each of your wrists at the side of the futon. “Hey! What the fuck…!” you yelled, starting to pull against them.

You were aware of the sheet being folded back over your legs up to your lower abdomen, your yoga pants were removed and then a second sheet was draped over your legs at mid-thigh. Ankle restraints were snapped into place. You tried to scream or fight or say something, but by now… while you were still fully conscious… you were unable to function otherwise. What were these crazy fuckers pulling on you? Had you been kidnapped or trafficked after all?

You heard the door of the Suite open again and two sets of footsteps approached. You heard a Beta say, “You have 15 minutes,” and the guy’s deep voice answering “Uh-huh, okay.” “You remember what you were told you can do?” “Uh-huh.” “So to be crystal clear, nothing else can or should be attempted.” “Yup.. got it.”

Two sets of footsteps left the Suite, and warm hands placed themselves where your thighs were bare. You felt stubble between your legs and a hot, wet tongue licked you before plunging right inside you, which caused your hips to leap up off the futon. You hardly had the energy to moan. He began lapping at you, alternating between thrusting his tongue inside you and firmly licking your clit. You could feel what he was doing to your body; this was obviously why they’d told you not to take your inhibitor, so you’d react appreciatively to him.

You felt him lift his head from between your legs.

“Ohhh, angel,” you him say heard, “today just got soooo much better.”

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@obscurilicious @paracosmenthusiast

[katsigian]

PAIRING PLAYLIST

Tagged by @uldwynsovs thank you so much 🤗

So, I'm to share 5+1 songs that are associated with my pairing. But my pairing is OCxOC so I did this game with the other half of said pairing and my partner @rindemption!

Nathan, Valen's husband, belongs to them and these are taken from their (our shared) playlist 🥰

SOUL MATE - FLORA CASH

Soul mate, soul mate, soul mate / Won't you dance here with me while it grows late? / Put your head on my chest, that's your safe place / We'll fall deeper in love every day / From life unto life and for always / I'll be there when you need me around / When night finally comes and the leaves have fallen from the tree / Baby, you'll have me / Soulmate

YOU BELONG TO ME - CAT PIERCE

Feels like we're dreaming, we're tripping and reeling / Just say that you belong to me, (You belong to me) / I could get lost in the feelings we're feeling / Just say that you belong to me, (You belong to me) / Do you want more of this? Isn't it glorious? / I can't believe that it's free, (You belong to me) / I will adore you, I'll only live for you / Just say that you belong to me

HANDSOME MAN - MATT ALBER

I'm gonna take you dancing when I come to see you / Cause everybody smiles / When my handsome man walks by / He's got the wind in his hair and the stars all in his eyes / The more I try to tell you, oh, the more I get it wrong / So, handsome man, I'll tell you with a song / Will you tell me the story of you and me? / And how everything changed when your handsome man walked by / With his head in the clouds and the stars caught in his eyes

AT LAST - ETTA JAMES

At last, my love has come along / My lonely days are over / And life is like a song / You smile / Oh and then the spell was cast / And here we are in heaven / For you are mine / At last

HOW SWEET IT IS - JAMES TAYLOR

I needed the shelter of someone's arms / And there you were / I needed someone to understand my ups and downs / And there you were / With sweet love and devotion / Deeply touching my emotion / I want to stop and thank you, baby / I wanna stop and thank you baby, yes I do / How sweet it is to be loved by you / Feels so fine / How sweet it is to be loved by you

HOT IN THE CITY - BILLY IDOL

(No particular lyrics for this one, it was just the first song that was ever associated with them)

[throwthewine]

Ok I wrote down some thoughts as I was watching GYRTB so. Here. If anyone is curious.

I like this sequence maybe 10 or 15 minutes in or so, there’s this sequence where Paul goes into the studio to record. Ringo is there. The people in the control room tell them to get ready and make to hit “record”. Ringo asks what they’re playing—“the medley” says Paul—“what medley?” asks Ringo. The music starts. Ringo spends the next few minutes trying to find his brushes. That feels fairly dreamlike to me, that unpreparedness (I periodically have dreams about being in a play but I don’t know what play or what my lines are). Funny that we’re in Paul’s head but experiencing Ringo’s frustration. But projecting is part of dreams too.

Anyway. The medley. Oh where did I go wrong, my love? / What petty crime was I found guilty of? It’s all very pretty and I’m 👀 at every song choice because that’s what I do now.

I want to gif that little moment of Paul putting down the armrest in the car. Idk why that was so funny.

And then a flashback (dream within dream?) to Paul with a friend whom everyone is now saying has betrayed him, whom he trusted: a pale reddish-haired man, who’s struggled with drugs, an ex-convict who has been accused of being a troublemaker all his life, but who is kind of charmingly pathetic and sweet and seems sincere when he asks for Paul’s support and friendship. They shake hands and seem very happy. Fast-forward to current Paul who is in a vaguely sad, confused daze

Ballroom Dancing. I enjoyed this sequence well enough, felt like Paul remembering his youth and the changing of times. Childhood fantasy games into music the rock and roll scene. I think there’s something going on here with gender? Idk. The separate uniform looks for the men and women dancers, but then we’ve got a James Dean kinda guy—except more 80s Billy Idol looking character. And he’s picking fights with the main 50s rocker dude, we’ve got the woman losing her 50s dress and giving as good as she gets in this dance-fight, (a woman picks up the James Dean guy at one point). Also Linda looking quite androgynous which is cool, matching Paul’s suit with kinda Bowie hair, meanwhile Paul’s got eyeliner. Idk all I can say is it’s all very gender. And nostalgic and chaotic.

——— ok I stopped watching here. After this point is another day (hah) ———

More business guys in suits. A feeling that nothing they do makes sense but everything they do is both boring and ominous. (A common trope but makes sense that it’s in Paul’s dreams, with all the lawsuits and stuff.)

I don’t understand why Silly Love Songs has a factory… robot theme…? Something about “not just a love machine” or. Just the beat. Anyway, took me a while to get past this. But man, Linda is so committed to the mechanical robot bit, selling it way better than Paul. All of them are really, the drummer, the bassist, and guitarist. And of course the main dancer.

The rehearsal session songs are nice but I have fewer thoughts about them. Nice to see Linda and Ringo some more. “Not Such a Bad Boy Anymore” and “So Bad” may be signifying his growth and stability with his marriage with Linda? One cute anecdote about “So Bad”: Paul said he was singing an early version to his kids and pointed to each of his daughters on the line “girl I love ya” and then wanted to include his son so he added the “boy I love ya” part.

Ah, “No Values” and flashbacks to/visions of the tape thief — On the darkest of nights we were two of a kind. How was I supposed to know? You’ve got no values!

The tape thief—Harry—that Paul doesn’t really believe is a thief but can’t stop imagining is the thief—is definitely John, right? Can we agree on that? I know you probably think he should be handsomer to be John, but. Red hair, similar profile, a mischievous smile and kinda twinkly kinda sad eyes. He keeps trying to appeal to Paul with a “hey I’m just harmless silly me” kind of affect. I think I’m just going to read him as John, ok?

Anyway, so, back in rehearsal, Paul is distracted by his vision of this guy betraying him and shouts, “don’t do it!”

Ok now he’s got to do an interview

Why “For No One” now though, oh my god

Hey, do you think Paul’s songs take on new meaning for him as time goes by? Idk why I’m asking, obviously they do. He’s said so about “Yesterday” for example, that it’s become more poignant as he’s gotten older. And what I’m saying is, the person movie-Paul is sad about here has to be the character “Harry”. That’s the relationship he’s mourning—we just saw him being upset about it in the previous scene. There’s no other possible emotional motivation here. “She no longer needs you… A love that should have lasted years.” He looks appropriately depressed. Stares flatly for a moment after the song has ended. Ugh, guys

Time for a Victorian-themed dream-within-a-dream!

Oh no! Dream Victorian-not!John sends Ringo and Linda over a waterfall?! And smiles at Paul?! Ok ok

(I get it tho, I do. I’ve had dreams about people I love being secretly heartless and cruel too.)

(Man, if it IS meant to be John, if Paul really has had enough dreams (or one dream memorable enough) of John being evil to use that as the main conceit of a movie, that’s… really sad. )

He needs Linda and Ringo! But they keep disappearing! Mysterious Ghost Linda On A White Horse (his savior?) is unreachable!

And now “Harry” dies. (Betrayed by the mysterious businessmen who seemingly manipulated him?) Stabbed in the street. Paul looks on, unable to do anything. Um, hey, what the fuck.

Exit the dream-within-a-dream and return to “real” (still a dream tho) Paul, who is staring into the middle distance, looking disturbed. A voice keeps asking, “What are you gonna do now?” “Out,” he finally answers. “Going out.” Paul leaves, out into the hallway and just YELLS. End scene.

“Band on the Run” now, right right of course perfect musical choice. Gotta outrun all the bad feelings

Jim? His Dad? He’s gone home, of course. (Paul’s dad had actually died by this time irl though.) His dad tells him to slow down. And other aphorisms. Gives him this bit of advise in poetry: What is this life if, full of care, / We have no time to stand and stare. He’s quaint and homey, yet cryptic and wise, and it’s all just a little off like dreams do (why the monkey?). The Westminster clock chiming is a nice touch and I like the camera angle making Paul look small like a kid. “I’ve got to be off.” he says. “You’ve been off for years.” says dad.

“Long and Winding Road” ok ok. sure. I swear, if he goes to not!John’s door at the end of this song….

Oh there’s Linda and Ringo hanging out. Maybe he’s headed to them? His emotional support?

Photos of not!John! Ah, ok, we’ve got to do this via his punk rock girl alter ego Sandra? She can cry about “Harry” for Paul

“No More Lonely Nights” starts up just as he arrives at the place where he believes he’ll finally find John Harry. For real?? This has like romcom climax vibes I can’t believe this is what this movie is doing

Hmm wistful vision of alternate universe busker Paul? Or probably not wistful, but bad, like what will become of him if he loses everything?

And now he’s found the tape collection! Which I suppose is that “everything” he was afraid to lose. The music, the success, the legacy.

Ok, he IS now at a door (“lead me to your door!”) with Harry on the other side. crying for help.

It was all a misunderstanding because Harry had trapped himself in a little room by mistake and now they’re buddies again and giggling about it all. Harry even sings with him in the car. Aksjdh guys

Ok and we’re back to the “reality” level of the movie. And Harry there is a real person and the implication is that he’s fine, everything is fine. It’s a happy AU.

(Punk-girl never came back. Literally she was just there (as a stand-in for Paul??) to cry about not-John and gaze at pictures of him. (Was she Harry’s ex? I missed some dialogue. It doesn’t matter through.) I THINK she was the only character we got a POV scene from, without Paul being also present in the scene? Except for arguably Ringo and Linda, during “Long and Winding Road”?)

Man, guys, nobody prepared me for this. Everyone just said it was silly and shallow and wacky. I expected Magical Mystery Tour! Which had good moments but there was no emotional through line. (There could have been—it should have been about the band trying to find meaning and “maybe the real treasure was the friends we made along the way” etc but no, they kept it super impersonal and full of humor that mostly didn’t work for me.)

This one though. I think it does have an emotional throughline. The basic idea is just Paul’s life dreamified, or his dreams made more narrative—a dump of what’s in his head. And that turns out to be music (obviously), shady businessmen lurking around, Linda and Ringo and his dad as his emotional support, and (I think) John, haunting his dreams, as someone who might be a friend who needs his help, or might be a villain who smiles as he ruins Paul’s life (and others’ lives)—either way, someone who holds Paul’s Music (his work, success, legacy, etc) in his hands. Someone Paul cares about and desperately wants to believe in. If this movie has a plot, it’s the quest to find, vindicate and reconcile with John in his dreams.

I’m obviously insane because it can’t be this but it feels so clear that that is what it is. The first musical sequence (ok the second, I guess—there’s the little happy go lucky joyride number first) is a medley that starts with the song John held against him forever followed by the song John told him was his favorite? At the end, “Long and Winding Road” plays while he looks for not!John, followed by “No More Lonely Nights” and then he finds him and everything is ok???

I’m fine

We’ve only got each other to blame… No more lonely nights (no more nightmares about John?)

Am I wrong though? Am I crazy? I feel a little crazy but I did take an edible a couple hours ago, so. I think this is a pretty defensible reading though. I mean, Paul has said that he often dreams of John, even just this past year (things like trying to talk to him and reaching for his bass and finding it covered in tape?). In 1984, of course he would have.

[cuttinqlines]

IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR

                                 IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR I

(richard ramirez [ahs 1984] x reader | mainly implied xavier plympton x reader)

trigger warning; drug use, toxic relationships, mentions of abuse, toxic characters, xavier is portrayed as a major piece of shit for the first few installments, glorification of a serial killer, knives, etc.

disclaimer: i do not support the real richard ramirez in any way, shape, or form. this is simply based on the fictional version from ahs 1984. no disrespect is intended in any way. please, feel free to click off of the fic if you don’t enjoy this type of content. any hate will be ignored.

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BILLY IDOL blared softly out of the large window, casting an eerie echo out onto the empty street below. The street lights cast a soft glow into the otherwise dark apartment, illuminating your face. You sat alone on your bed clad only in the white lingerie you hadn’t bothered to strip out of. The dark silk sheets of your bed were lazily draped over you, your comforter discarded on the ground beside the bed. You stared up at the ceiling blankly. Your thoughts were racing, a mixture of deep-seated rage and numbness eating at you. The day had been shit to say the very least, with a certain blonde wanna-be actor to blame.

“Fuck,” you muttered out loud, rubbing both of your temples lightly, “I need a bump.”

Slowly sliding your legs out from under your sheets, you stepped down onto the floor. The cold air hit your legs, causing you to let out a barely audible hiss. You could hardly see in the darkness, only making out the faint outline of your vanity that was placed adjacent to the large window. The thought of turning on the light briefly crossed your mind, but you hardly wanted to see yourself in the mirror.

A soft sigh escaped your lips. Your hands fumbled around in the top draw of the vanity, searching for the mirrored tray that was tucked just out of sight. Through the noise of the shifting of the contents of the drawer, a soft thud of shoes against the marble tile sounded. You hardly would’ve noticed it if it had been any other day. You rarely paid attention to the little things going on around you, living only in your own little world. It was harder to get attached that way- harder to get attached to things, to people.

Tonight, though, you were on high alert. All of the hairs on the back of your neck seemed to stand up. You took a step back from the vanity, cringing as the wood floor beneath you seemed to creak. You heard the thud of shoes again, but it was louder. Closer. “Xavier-” you called out, your voice wavering slightly. “If that’s you, get the fuck out of my apartment.”

The sound of a deep laugh filled your ears. It was unfamiliar. You had definitely given away your location, that much was clear. There was a stranger, a criminal, in your home and you had lost the one advantage you might have had. “Guess again, baby girl.”

Chills ran down your spine. The intruder’s voice was sinister. Yet, you found yourself being drawn to it, despite every fiber of your being urging you to hide. It was as if the devil himself had crept in and came to collect your soul. A shiver ran through you. You needed to get it together. More importantly, you needed a weapon. Luckily, your vanity seemed to be full of them. Well, it was full of blunt objects and that was more than good enough for you. Dying was not on your agenda, especially not today.

You took a tentative step forward, careful not to step on the same creaky floorboard from a few moments ago. Spotting a lamp to the side of the vanity top, you reached for it with one hand while the other flicked the lights attached to the gaudy mirror. Most of the bulbs had burnt out previously, you not having been bothered enough to change them. You were rarely home most nights anyways. With three of the bulbs still burning, you would at least be able to see the guy coming, instead of continuing to stumble through the dark.

The sudden light seemed to attract the intruder, like a moth drawn to a lamp. You could see the tops of his shoes stop in front of the door. Nervousness flooded your veins, though you didn’t have it in you to be completely afraid. All of the fear that your body could have possibly held had been taken from you by someone else. Pushing the nervousness now, you took a silent step back towards the wall.

The door swung open quietly, your eyes quickly moved towards the dark figure who had just burst in. His dark eyes scoured your scantily clad body, stopping at the base of the lamp you had an iron grip on. His facial expression flickered from one predator eyeing his prey to amused. He let out another laugh. It seemed to make his face light up. In any other circumstances, you would be enchanted by his handsome features. “Is that seriously all you got? I hate to break it to you, but that won’t be enough to stop the Night Stalker.”

He grinned sinisterly. “You’ll be famous, though. I’m going down in history. Doing the master’s work always gets the headlin-” He stopped mid-sentence, his gaze meeting your face. He studied it for a moment, his eyes feeling as if they were burning holes into your skin. “What happened to your face? Did somebody else get you?”

You couldn’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously. Was this his version of playing with his food before eating it? Why would it possibly matter enough for him to stop his clearly well-rehearsed speech? Still, at the mention of your face, your free hand carefully went to the deep bruise that had blossomed underneath your left eye. “‘Did somebody else get me?’” You couldn’t help but mock. However, your tune quickly changed when his hand seemed to grip his blade a little tighter and his feet took him a step closer.

“Somebody else got me, yeah. They always do. You’re about to, too. A robbery gone wrong, am I right?” your voice had gone soft, bitterness etched into every word. You knew that you should be afraid and you were extremely prepared to knock him over the head with your lamp, but at least he was someone to talk to. Something that had become scarce in your daily life.

The man took a few more steps forward until he was face to face with you. His eyes met yours more intently than before as if they were searching for something. He shifted his blade to his left hand, slamming his right hand into the wall directly beside your face. He had you boxed in, the smell of cigarettes and cinnamon filling your nose. Your breath caught in your throat. He brought the blade up to your face, dragging his thumb ever so lightly across the bruise under your eye. He brought his hand down to softly caress your face, the blade scraping your skin too lightly to leave a mark. “You know,” he said after what felt like decades, “you look like a fallen angel. Like a flesh for fantasy.”

Your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might escape your chest. Every word he spoke caused your heart to skip a beat. He had an intensity about him. It seemed to add gasoline to the fire that was already burning around you. “And you look like the devil.”

“I could never live up to that, but fuck I am trying- It’s the ones like you that make it difficult. There’s so much untapped potential that I can taste it. I can feel your rage, little mama. And it burns. Give it to us.” His voice was hardly more than a whisper now. He brought the blade down until it was caressing your throat.

You dropped the lamp. It landed on the floor with a dull thud and surprisingly didn’t shatter. You couldn’t move now. You didn’t want to. So many feelings were overwhelming you. You weren’t exactly sure what he meant when he said ‘Give it to us’, but you wanted to give it to him. The rage, the numbness, the evil, the ‘perfect’ life that had been eating you alive. You would have thrown it in the fire right then and there, but you held yourself back. “I can’t.”

Annoyance and anger shifted across his face and his right hand slammed into the wall harder. He pushed back, pulling the blade back from off of your throat. He tilted his head towards you, moving to whisper in your ear. His lips grazed against them slightly as he spoke. “Giving in to the rage isn’t so bad. You just don’t know how to be free. I can teach you. ”

He moved away from you, his eyes flickering over to the vanity. The tray of white powder and wads of cash caught his eyes. He took a step towards the vanity slowly. “You can think about it. I’ll find you soon. Satan will show me the way. Tonight though, the devil is owed his dues. I’m taking the coke and cash. Next time, I’m taking you. You know you want to dance with the devil, baby girl.”

Before you could let out another word, he was out the window and off into the night.

[armandclocksitall]

Immortal Fear:Thou Shall Not Fall (Chapter 2)

The Lost Boys x Thompson! Reader(she/her pronouns)

No boys in this chapter but a little bit of an insight on how Laddie’s relationship with his daughter is. I hope you guys like it! ~Zodi

Friday at last. (Y/N) didn’t have work. It was her last summer before she went off to college… maybe. She wasn’t actually entirely sure about the whole college thing quite yet, her dad never went to college and he turned out fine. For the most part.

Laddie Thompson was a single father. Never been married but had a child dropped on him when he was 25 years old by an ex-girlfriend who never bothered telling him she was pregnant in the first place. One day, 18, going on 19 years ago, there was a knock on the door and there she was with a crying bundle of joy.

He didn’t even manage to get a word in before Nicole was shoving the newborn in his arms saying she wasn’t cut out to be a mom and to never contact her again. The child was his problem and his problem alone. Or so he thought.

Star and Michael were told very soon after the entire ordeal and with young kids of their own, offered to help Laddie with his new daughter. The rest is history, and while (Y/N) had an absent mother, she was never deprived of love and a close-knit family. That was one thing Laddie and Star made sure of, she would have a much better life than the ones they suffered that had led them to Santa Carla in the first place.

It was just starting to get dark out when (Y/N) started getting ready to head out.

“Hey, kiddo where you headin’ out to at this time? Got a hot date or something?” her father said in one of his weird attempts at being ‘hip with the kids’ and ‘down with the times’.

“No date, I’m just going to the boardwalk. Might walk around, might go shopping but probably not because all the prices are jacked up for tourists. Might laugh at how dumb people dress in an attempt to look cool,” (Y/N) said. This was the fun part about her relationship with her dad, they were so comfortable around each other she never felt the need to lie to him about anything and could always joke around.

Sure it was a kind of hippie way to raise your kid to not tell them exactly what to do but she benefited from it by never having to feel trapped within her own home.

“Maybe I’ll run into those guys who were looking for Uncle Mikey yesterday.”

“Who? There are guys looking for Mike?” Laddie said, looking mildly concerned.

“Oh yeah they walked into the shop yesterday while I was working and were wondering when he’d be back from his trip to visit Uncle Sammy,” she said, not sensing anything weird about the situation.

“What’d they look like? Maybe I know them,” he said, really hoping Michael didn’t get in trouble with some gang.

“They were all super cute. I swear they walked straight out the 80s”. She described each boy individually, “There was one that looked kinda like Duff McKagan, or at least he dressed like him with that mesh shirt of his. Then there was this other one who was the shortest one of the group with a super curly mullet and this sick ass patchwork jacket, I really wish I got the chance to compliment him on it while he was in the store. The third dude who I like to refer to as ‘tall, dark and handsome’ was pretty quiet, but he’s actually the one who asked if you were my dad. Then there was the leader who is the only person I've seen pull off a platinum blonde mullet, he kinda reminded me of Billy Idol. He was nice enough but he seemed kind of intimidating, y’know?”

It can’t actually be them...could it? It has to be a coincidence, David and Marko were staked, Paul was melted and Dwayne exploded. That’s what Michael said. They all died so there’s no possible way they could be alive and looking for Michael. But… the one who sounds like Dwayne was asking about him. How? If they survived, how the hell did they pull it off?

(Y/N) stared at her dad worried. After every description, she said he seemed to go deeper into thought. “So do you know them or not?” she asked.

“I don’t know. They seem really familiar though,” Laddie replied to his daughter with an airy and faraway voice.

“Okay well, I'm gonna head out now if that’s cool with you,” (Y/N) said slowly inching her way towards the door in an attempt to exit the awkward situation.

“Right, have fun, and remember to be back before 3 am preferably and if you can’t just give me a heads up and text me,” he said snapping back to reality.

“Yup see ya later daddio!” she quickly waved goodbye before heading out the door towards the boardwalk.

[apiratewhopines]

One last time — Big thank you to @jrob64 and @teamhook for the very first pieces of artwork created for one of my stories. If I ever see you ladies in person, I expect you to autograph a copy for me :)

Killian, Persuaded

Chapter Eighteen — Another Chance to Get It Right

Summary: In which our hero begins anew

Chapter Eighteen on A03 (That’s a wrap, folks)

“The bright blessed days

The dark sacred nights”

-What a Wonderful World, Louis Armstrong

(One Year Later)

The estate looked picturesque with evergreen wreaths and fairy lights covering the landscape. The weather cooperated with the wedding plans, the crisp air refreshing and the clear light of sunset painting the scene in a way that could only truly be appreciated after weeks of overcast skies.

The stone edifice of the castle looked like something from a movie. White taffeta runners were draped strategically along the windows and doorways giving the impression of an elegant snowfall. The path to the garden was lined by boughs of holly and bouquets of anemones. A large gazebo gleamed in the fading rays of New Year’s Eve.

It was a lovely evening for a wedding. Billy Idol would approve.

Killian waited impatiently for the music to start. He was eager to get through the ceremony and pull Emma into his arms to dance the night away.

“Stop fidgeting,” Liam muttered from next to him.

“I’m not fidgeting,” Killian gruffly retorted, the string quartet starting the instrumental arrangement and ushering in the parade of flower girls and solitary ring-bearer. His nieces looked adorable, wearing fluffy white dresses with red sashes and each carrying a basket of petals from their namesake flowers. Roland followed closely behind, dimples on full display as he charmed the whole gathering with his friendly wave.

“You are,” Robin contradicted. His eyes were watching eagerly as the music changed to announce the main event. “It’s my wedding. If I can stand the suspense, you should be able to endure it for a few minutes without twitching.”

Any further discussion was cut off as a ear-splitting peal of laughter erupting from the newest addition to the Jones clan. His youngest niece, Clementine, was going to take the world by storm. Her dark hair set her apart from the rest of the family, often leading people to mistake her for his progeny rather than Liam’s baby.

He couldn’t say he minded. He was hoping to give his brother a run for his money before everything was said and done.

Elsa did her best to quiet the infant but the small gathering who had made the trip to England for the holiday ceremony didn’t seem to mind the interruption. He caught the amused look his brother and sister-in-law exchanged and had to smother a laugh.

Even the bride had a dazzling smile for the child stealing her thunder. Regina looked resplendent in her ornate white gown. The train was so long it forced her sole attendant to walk a full eight feet behind her, ensuring the fabric didn’t get caught on anything as the bride made her way down the aisle.

Of course, he barely noticed those details as he only had eyes for the Maid of Honor. His darling Emma was wearing a gown of blood red satin. The long, close fitting sleeves and floor-length skirt would have given the impression of modesty if not for the off the shoulder design exposing an expanse of skin that made his mouth go dry with want.

God, he was a lucky man.

It was hard to believe it had been little more than a year since he thought his life was over. It was a long road to get to where he was but he was fortunate to finally learn all the best things in life were worth fighting for and that easy didn’t necessarily equate to good.

And, perhaps most importantly, he realized it wasn’t fame or fortune or vengeance that brought the closure he needed.

Perhaps it would be overstating things to say he didn’t derive some pleasure at seeing his father being led off a plane in handcuffs, his handsome face as proud as ever. It seemed weeks in exile did little to dampen the man’s feelings of his own self-importance. He neither asked for nor wanted any help from the sons he cast aside when they refused to fall in line and were no longer of any use to him. The knowledge his father would go to his grave convinced he was the wronged party only elicited sadness in him now.

Nor could he deny he enjoyed the way the pack of wolves turned on Nimue when a few particularly rabid texts came to light, highlighting she was the one behind the con job the elder Mr. Jones carried out. The woman schemed from early on in their relationship, secure in the patronage of her doting father and confident she had Killian well under her thumb. When she learned her intended was coming into the marriage with only his good looks and family name, she had taken matters into her on hands. Then, when she started to suspect he wouldn’t enter into a blessed union with her at all, she set her sights on the target most likely to wound and humiliate him for his forthcoming rejection. Little did she know, his father was using her for his own gain while she thought she was manipulating him.

It had felt like a new start to be cleared of any and all wrongdoing. The fact no one suspected Liam or him of having any part in the navigation system malfunction that caused his father to drift off course at the exact moment a British vessel was passing through the area was even better. He didn’t feel any remorse in bringing about the capture. He had made his peace with the fact they were forever estranged long before his hidden act of rebellion.

Still, Killian was relieved when the elder Mr. Jones managed to bypass jail time in favor of house arrest and community service, the man having enough friends left in high places to cushion his fall from grace.

After Brennan Jones was safely in custody, his advisors worked with the government to unfreeze the stateside accounts. They had already started the process to remove his father from the family holdings and reinstate Liam’s name. Shortly thereafter, the Brothers Jones had access to a fortune. While it paled in comparison to the ledgers of their youth, Killian realized if one had a clear head and a good heart, it was more than enough to move mountains.

About the same time the media coverage expounded on the evils of avarice and entitlement, the tone of the stories about Emma became less accusatory. One was more likely to read about her work with foster children and her dedication to helping ex-convicts find employment than hints of seduction and home-wrecking.

Although if ever there was siren fit to tempt a man to sin, it would surely be her.

He would have preferred the reporters left them alone entirely but as their family saga played out in the headlines over the following months, he knew it was a pipe dream. The best he could do was keep it from touching Henry and his nieces. Of course, it helped to have local law enforcement on your side.

Now he just needed to make sure she would always be there.

He had hoped to step away from the family legacy altogether. However, as fate would have it, he was in a position to start a new one. A kinder, more progressive agenda in line with the way his mother wanted to live life.

At first he tried to toss the reins back to Liam. He was the oldest, and clearly the wiser, of the two of them. But surprisingly, even without their father to poison every encounter, Liam still had no interest in managing the family money. While he offered his full support, he forcefully made it known Killian was to be the figurehead of the family business.

His first official action had been to get rid of the entire board with the exception of Marco, who he put in charge. Then the three of them moved to file paperwork for non-profit status, converting their sizable assets into a charitable foundation that provided funding for a variety social causes. Knowing the importance of trusting the people you work with, only family and close friends were offered the opportunity to serve as advisors.

So in the end, the resolution Killian craved didn’t come from seeing his father brought to justice or his ex-fiancée outed for the villain she was. It wasn’t when the world came to view Emma with the same awestruck adoration he did. It wasn’t even the fact he was rich again because deep down he knew the moment he stepped foot in Storybrooke was the moment he gained riches beyond measure.

No, it came on a snowy New Year’s Eve a year ago as the world exploded with the story of the Jones family upheaval. Standing in the kitchen of his brother’s home, surrounded by family and friends with Marco joining via Skype, he had signed the final piece of paperwork to establish the Alice Jones Foundation.

The last year had been one filled with hard work and equally satisfying play. The Jones name was becoming synonymous with humanitarian missions and goodwill.

A happy life truly was turning out to be the best revenge.

As Regina and Emma joined them on the dais, he caught Henry’s eye from where the lad was standing a few feet away taking photos of the event. Regina had encouraged the boy’s interest in photography and insisted he be the official wedding photographer, presenting him with a professional grade camera and enrolling him in a beginner’s course. If they hadn’t already buried the hatchet, her faith in Henry would have sealed the deal.

The young man had become his partner in crime in numerous projects over the last year. The two conspired to make Emma’s life magical and filled with love. Their newest venture was their grandest scheme yet. In less than a week, adoption papers would be delivered to the Swan household.

As vows were exchanged, his eyes never left Emma. Her amused smile and pink tinged cheeks showed she noticed his attention but, unlike him, she endeavored to give her full concentration to the proceedings at hand. After what felt like days, the groom pulled his new bride into an embrace and kissed her with all the excitement of a man who knew his life was changing for the better.

He could not wait until it was his turn at the alter.

—

Killian watched from the sidelines as Emma flitted from one admirer to the next, Robin’s school friends and relatives all captivated by the beautiful blonde stranger.

He wanted to punch every last one of them.

Instead, he danced with his nieces and waited for the opportunity to steal her away, trying to remind himself that he would be the one who got the last dance. Liam, ever the wallflower, took up a position at the head table, amusing Clementine with silly faces and funny noises as Elsa visited with the other guests.

The song finally ending, he left Linnea with the rest of the children playing dangerously close to the wedding cake. His nieces were dancing excitedly, their fancy dresses swishing in the night. He heart nearly burst at the sight. Grinning, he deftly avoided Robin’s elderly aunt who seemed determined to talk him into investing in some sham of a charity at her favorite country club and made his way to join Liam.

“You’ve done good, little brother.”

Thinking he was referring to his signing the legal documents as the official witness of the marriage, he joked, “Well, I’ve had some practice signing my name. Although it was usually for autographs.”

When Clementine reached out for her favorite person, Liam let her leap into Killian’s arms gratefully. Clearing his throat, Liam said, “I, ah…I spoke with Elsa.”

“Oh, good. Where you able to talk her out of suing the tabloid that printed this little one was the result of our illicit affair?”

“No…I mean, yes I talked her out of it even though I happen to agree with her.” His brother shifted uncomfortably in the chair, playing with something in the pocket of his vest. “What I mean to say is, I talked with Elsa about something and we…well, we decided you should have the rings.”

He watched with a frown as Emma was swept out to the dance floor by the Baron of Idiotshire or whatever Robin’s cousin was lord over. Barely listening, he echoed, “The rings?”

“Yes, Mother’s rings.”

Honing in on the conversation, he studied Liam. He was uncomfortable, although Killian couldn’t tell if it was because he regretted the offer or he was overcome with emotion. “Liam, Mother wanted you to have them. I can’t think of anyone more deserving than Elsa to wear her rings.”

With a disbelieving look at Emma, he teased, “Really? I’m sure if you put your mind to it, you may be able to find another suitable successor.”

Following his gaze, he observed with some chagrin that the Baron of Idiotshire’s hands were drifting a bit more than he was comfortable with and then bit back a laugh as he watched Emma resolutely grab the man’s arm and forcefully putt it back in the appropriate place. Sighing, he returned his attention to his brother. “Keep them for one of the girls. They belong with you.”

“No, little brother. You were the one who took care of her at the end. You were a child then but you never once shirked your duty or collapsed under the weigh of the despair that nearly killed our father. I wish you could see yourself the way I always have. I know you think you allowed yourself to be manipulated and coerced but in all the ways that matter, you were steadfast. Even when all hope was lost, deep down you held true and stayed the course. You’ve forgiven me and you earned the forgiveness of others. You gave up everything to make things right. I hope someday to be half the man you are.”

“Bloody hell, Liam. How much champagne have you had?” He joked roughly, swiping tears from the corner of his eye and avoiding staring at his brother as he did the same. Unable to stop himself, he wrapped his arm around Liam’s shoulders and brought him in closer in a side hug. “If this is really the way you feel and Elsa is onboard, I’d be honored.”

“Thank God. Let’s never speak of this again,” he replied in a voice raw with unshed tears. Digging the rings out of his pocket, he handed them over. “You better ask her before she comes to her senses.”

“Trust me, I plan on putting a ring on her finger as soon as I’m sure she’ll say yes.”

“Don’t be daft,” Liam muttered with a smile as he reached out to claim his daughter.

—

The clock was counting down but the reception showed no signs of slowing. The children had all been ushered to bed, Liam and Elsa retiring with a promise to keep the manor from burning down as the party continued.

He wished everyone would go home. As nice as the evening was, he wanted to be alone with Emma. The rings were burning a hole in his pocket, his mind filled with images of them on her hand.

The last year had been better than all his hopes and dreams combined. Slowly they had bridged their differences and put the pain of the past behind them while building a foundation for a future together. She was the voice in his head, always reminding him to do the right thing even when it scared him.

He had yet to dance with her tonight though. It was unacceptable in his opinion. So without a hint of shame, he donned his best intimidating look and cut in on the handsy baron who kept finding his way back to Emma.

“Thank God,” she whispered on a sigh. “If I had to listen one more time to him telling me how well-endowed he was, I was going to cut his tongue out with the cake server.”

“Now I’m sorry I interrupted, it would have been nice to see you mete out punishment,” he joked, wondering exactly what kind of endowment the man had been bragging about and how long it would take him to set the man straight. He looked like the blustery type so a few blows to the face should do the trick.

A flash went off from beside him and Henry smiled from behind his camera. It was past his bedtime, especially considering the time difference, but no one was going to let a little thing like that cut his first job short. Without a word, he turned into the crowd to capture more candid shots.

The music shifted to something slow and romantic. He gathered Emma closer and murmured into her hair, “Why did you give me a second chance, love?”

She rested her head on his shoulder and he felt her playing with the ends of his hair. “Because you asked for one.”

Squeezing her as he chuckled, he wondered if it had really been that simple. “All I had to do was ask? I wasted a lot of time being miserable.”

Pulling away, she studied him in the soft light. “I never thought I would forgive you, Killian. Then I thought I would never get over you. But both of those things happened eventually and I realized something. I had a good life. I didn’t need you to be happy.”

“You really know how to flatter a man.”

“Shush, it’s story time. Surely you figured out by now that you have to be right with yourself before you can be right for someone else. I meant what I said before, if we had run away together, we wouldn’t have found a happy ending. We were both only half-formed, stumbling through life trying to figure things out.” Seeing he was about to interrupt, she held up her hand to stall his argument. “I’m not saying we wouldn’t have tried or that we didn’t love each other but we certainly weren’t ready for each other.

“Then when you came back, you were broken. I know exactly how that feels. I’m not going to lie, I wanted to hold the past against you but I couldn’t bring myself to celebrate your downfall. Not when your pain was evident in every look, every word, every movement. You’ve done the hardest thing anyone can do…you changed. Although I’m beginning to suspect it wasn’t so much a change as a reawakening. I’m glad we found each other again and we’re both at a place where we stand a chance.”

“I’d wager we stand more than a chance, love. We’re soulmates. If I had a reawakening, you’re responsible for it. I’d do anything to be the man you deserve.”

“Let me worry about what I deserve. You just keep doing what you’re doing,” she teased with a peck on his cheek.

“If the lady insists,” he said, gently caressing the skin at her neck. Minutes later, the night sky lit up with vivid bursts of color, the boom of the fireworks carrying in the clear night like gunshots.

“Wow, Robin really went all out,” she observed with a breathy laugh. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the impressive display or the way he was pressing soft kisses along her hairline and down her throat.

“Men in love do funny things.”

“Are you speaking from experience?”

The last of the fireworks faded slowly from sight, everyone else left the heated tent to have a better view. All that was left was the moon and the stars and Emma. Always Emma.

“I need to ask you something, love.”

“About time. I was hoping you would work up the nerve soon.”

It was no secret Killian Jones lived a charmed life. How could it be when he was surrounded by a loving family, the best of friends, and he was about to make sure he would spend the rest of his life with the woman of his dreams.

Smiling, he reached into his pocket.

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