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The Suite Life

Jey Uso One-shot

Pairing: Jey Uso X OC (Sheena)

Warning: Smut, fingering, Oral, Window sex, blojob, pool table sex and more..

Sheena works for the WWE as a photographer and her boyfriend Jey Uso has just won the world title. While they have been secretive about their relationship, Jey makes his intentions clear for the night. Her. Him...His suite and he doesn't care who knows it.

WrestleMania 41

Allegiant Stadium

"Hey, Sheena," Jey said, his voice barely above a whisper, "Can you believe this?" Jey asked holding up his newly won World Heavyweight Championship.

Her eyes, a warm chocolate brown, met his, and she offered a shy congratulations.  “I believe it because I know how hard you work, and you deserve it.”

The weight of their shared secret was palpable, the unspoken words of love and pride hanging in the air. She began to snap away, capturing the raw emotion of his victory. Each click of the camera was a silent promise that this was their moment, even if the world didn't know it yet.

Their connection was magnetic, drawing them closer with every passing second. But before they could share more than a knowing smile, the director's voice boomed over the speakers, summoning Jey for the post-match interviews. He looked at her, his heart heavy with the knowledge that their private victory celebration would have to wait.

He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, and whispered, "Tonight, I want to celebrate with just you." Sheena felt a blush spread across her cheeks, and she ducked her head, trying to hide her smile.

She knew what he meant, and the thought of spending an uninterrupted night with him sent a thrill through her. She looked up, meeting his gaze, and said, "Maybe."

The word was barely out of her mouth before he pulled her closer, his voice a low growl. "Damn what everyone else thinks," he murmured, "I need you wit me." His intensity was like a storm, unyielding and all-consuming. Sheena's heart skipped a beat, but she knew the price of fame was high, and their relationship was too precious to be a public spectacle.

With a heavy sigh, she nodded, and Jey leaned in to kiss her, a brief but fiery promise of what was to come. Before their lips could meet, a firm hand on his shoulder tugged him away.  Damn, things were really about to get more chaotic now than they were already.

After cleaning up, Sheena made her way to the bus, her thoughts a jumble of excitement and nerves. As she found a quiet spot at the back, she pulled out her phone to distract herself, hoping the buzz of the celebrations would drown out the racing thoughts in her head.

A few aisles up, Jey couldn't tear his eyes away from his phone. Trin had sent him a video she had taken earlier. His heart raced at the sight of Sheena, so alive and vibrant, surrounded by his friends and family cheering him on. Seeing her like this, unfiltered and carefree, made him realize just how much he loved her.

He couldn't take it anymore, the secrecy and stolen moments. With a grunt, he shoved the phone into his pocket and made his way down the aisle of the bustling bus. Sheena sat in the back, swaddled in a blanket, her eyes glued to the passing scenery.

As he approached, she looked up, her eyes widening in surprise. "Jey," she whispered, a hint of excitement in her voice. He didn't answer, instead sliding into the seat beside her and wrapping a strong arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him, her body fitting against his. The warmth of his embrace was all she needed to feel safe, but the tension between them was undeniable.

The bus vibrated with the bass from the music playing upfront, muffling their conversation. "You looked amazing out there," she said, her voice barely above the din. "Thanks," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.

They sat in silence for a while, the bus's movement lulling them into a sense of privacy amidst the chaos. Jey's thumb traced circles on her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine.

The anticipation was a live wire between them, a silent promise of what was to come. He leaned in, his breath warm against her neck, and whispered, "I want you to be the first thing I see when I wake up in da mornin’."

Her pulse quickened at his words. She knew what he meant, and she wanted it too. But the fear of what could happen if their relationship went public was a weight on her heart. She leaned back into him, her eyes fluttering shut as she took a deep breath. "Jey," she whispered, "we can't. You know why."

He sighed, his frustration evident. He was single, his ex-wife and him had quietly divorced last year but it wasn’t the world’s business. Sheena had been a constant bright light in his life for years as a friend and six months ago they decided to quietly test the waters. Privacy meant the world to her and to Jey. He didn’t want any more backlash like the Jaida situation.

 But he knew she was right. For now, they had to keep their love hidden from the prying eyes of the world until the time was right…Thing was Jey felt like the time was right, but he wasn't going to pressure Sheena about it.

 With a gentle squeeze of her shoulder, he nodded, his eyes full of understanding. "I know," he murmured, kissing her forehead softly. "But tonight, you’re mine."

Her eyes searched his, and she found the same desperation reflected in their depths. Six months of yearning had built a pressure between them, threatening to spill over like a dam about to burst. Sheena bit her lip, weighing the risks against the reward.

The bus was dark, the music from the front a dull throb that didn't quite reach them. The shadows danced around them, offering a semblance of privacy amidst the chaos.

With a nod, she leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "Okay," she whispered, "I'll stay with you tonight." Jey felt the tension in his body uncoil at her words. He slid his hand up her thigh, brushing his fingertips against the fabric of her skirt. “Thank you, baby.”

 Sheena's breath hitched, as she looked around nervously. “They ain't payin' us no attention, Sheena,” he whispered as his hand moved under her shirt, his calloused thumb tracing circles around her breast. Sheena's eyes fluttered closed, her mouth parting in a silent gasp. He took her earlobe between his teeth, nibbling gently as his other hand slipped under her skirt. "I can't wait."

The bus jolted over a pothole, and she let out a small moan that was drowned out by the music. “What if someone hears?”

“Good….They’ll know you’re mine.” With that declaration, Jey's hand found her wetness, and she tensed, her thighs quivering. “Uhm, Jey,” she gasps as he slid a finger inside her, his movements slow and deliberate.

Sheena's grip on the armrest tightened, her nails digging into the plush fabric. "Call me Joshua," he murmured, his voice a dark caress.

Her eyes snapped open, and she looked at him, the intensity of their shared secret burning in her gaze. "Joshua," she breathed, and his name on her lips sent a jolt of pleasure through him. He picked up the pace, his finger curling inside her as she squirmed in her seat. The darkness of the bus swallowed them, their private moment of celebration unbeknownst to the rest of their coworkers and friends.

The world outside the bus faded away, and all that mattered was the feel of her skin under his touch. Sheena's breathing grew ragged, her moans muffled by her hand.

Jey watched her face, his own desire a mirror to hers. The sight of her pleasure was his undoing, and he whispered, "You're going to come for me now, baby."

Her eyes rolled back, and she bit her lip to stifle a scream. Her body convulsed around his finger, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. "Joshua," she moaned, her voice hoarse.

He groaned, his own need now painfully apparent. "Good girl," he murmured, kissing her neck. "I can't wait to feel that around my dick." Sheena's cheeks burned with arousal and embarrassment at his words. But she couldn't deny the ache between her legs, the desperate need for more.

The bus pulled into the hotel parking lot, and the reality of their situation crashed down upon them. They had to be careful, had to keep their love a secret. But for tonight, in the quiet of a hotel room, they could be free.

Jey helped her up, his hand lingering on her waist. They made their way through the partying wrestlers, their eyes locked. They stepped onto the elevator and as soon as the doors closed, he couldn't hold back any longer.

Jey pushed Sheena against the wall, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was desperate and hungry. His hands roamed over her curves, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Sheena's own hands found their way to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart as she melted into his embrace.

The elevator chimed, and the doors slid open. They reluctantly parted, passing a couple in the hall trying to act normally. The urgency in their kisses resumed as Jey unlocked the door pulling her inside, their bodies pressed together, their breathing ragged.

The multi room suite, beautiful and spacious. The king-sized bed beckoning them from the next room, but Jey had other ideas. He led her to the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of the city glittering below them like a million stars. “It’s so pretty,” Sheena gasped has Jey kissed her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

"Not as pretty as you. I swear since I been here," he murmured, "You all I been thinkin’ bout,” he whispered placing her hands on the glass.

“Yea?”

“Yea…. Making love to you against this window, the city lights shinin’ bright, all dat shit. Got ya’ boy feelin’ all romantic n shit. Thinkin’ bout how I’mma make love and fuck you all over this fuckin’ suite," He whispered against her ear, masterfully removing her shirt and bra as Sheena blushed.

Her body facing the window, her trembling hands reached back and traced the outline of his erection, her own insecurities whispering in the back of her mind. But as she felt his clothed hard dick pressing against her, she knew he wasn't lying. “Yea, touch it…Feel what you do to me..Only you get me like this.”

She gasped, her eyes meeting his in the reflection of the window. "Do you mean it?" she asked, her voice a breathless whisper. Jey's eyes blazed with sincerity as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

"Baby, when I say I want you, I mean all of you." His voice was gruff with desire, his hand sliding around to cup her ample breast. Sheena's breath hitched at his words, the warmth of his palm sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

In the glass, their reflection was a passion personified. Jey's muscular form loomed over her, his hands exploring her curves in appreciation. Sheena couldn't help but feel beautiful, the way his eyes devoured her as if she were the only woman in the world.

The moan that escaped from her lips was raw and unfiltered, a testament to the depth of her desire. His hand slipped down to her thighs, teasing her through the damp lace fabric covering her aching pussy.

 "Don’t you feel that?" he asked, his voice growling low as Sheena arched her back, her ass rubbing up against his dick. Sheena nodded, her eyes never leaving the reflection of their entwined bodies.

“Mmm, it’s so hard.”

"It's all for you, baby. All because of you."

“All for me,” she repeated taking in the moment of them about to consummate their relationship as Jey caressed her stomach.

Sheena’s hand hovered over his, the urge to pull it away almost overwhelming. She had always been self-conscious about her belly, and her thighs. "Jey," she started, her voice shaky as she looked back at him. "I don't know if..."

He silenced her with a kiss, his hand still exploring the sensitive skin. "You're perfect," he murmured against her lips, "Every single inch."

His thumb brushed her clit, and she gasped. "Don't hide from me," he whispered, his voice full of longing. "I want all of you….Love all of you..Now move dem hands and put’em back where I had’em."

His declaration and demand setting Sheena on fire and with trembling hands, she placed her palms back against the cool glass. The city lights twinkled around them, a stark contrast to the heat building between her thighs. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers as he unbuckled his belt.

 The sound echoed through the suite, and she felt a thrill of excitement. Sheena had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so wanted.

"Open for me," Jey said, his voice a velvet command. Sheena's legs parted like the red sea, her heart hammering in her chest. He watched her in the mirror, her eyes wide with want, as he peeled off his shirt.

The muscles of his chest and arms flexed a sculpted masterpiece of dedication and passion. "Do you want me, as bad as I want you, Sheena?" he murmured, his voice a dark promise.

Her response was a throaty moan, her eyes locked on his. He took a step closer and shivered with anticipation. "Yes, so bad," she breathed, the word a soft sigh that seemed to fill the room. His hands slid to his pants, the button popping open with a satisfying click as Sheena blushed. "Keep watchin' baby, all this is yours," he whispered.

“It's all mine,” Sheena whispered in awe, her heat racing as he smirked. "All yours and don’t forget dat shit."

The anticipation thick and heavy as his dick sprang free, thick and proud, and she couldn't help but stare. The veins bulged and pulsed with his desire, and she felt a thrill of trepidation mingle with her lust.

He caught her gaze in the reflection, noticing the worry in her eyes. "Don't be scared," he said softly, his hand wrapping around his dick. "You can take it."

He stroked himself gently, showing her the size of his arousal. "Do you trust me?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. Sheena nodded, she knew that with him, she was safe. "I trust you."

Pleased with her answer, Jey stepped out of his pants, his eyes never leaving hers in the window. "I'mma make you feel so good," he assured her, his voice thick with promise. "I'mma talk you through it..I'll always talk you through it, baby." His thumb circled the head of his cock, a bead of precum glistening in the soft light.

The sight of him, so confident and in control, sent a shiver down her spine. "Yes, please talk me through it," she pleaded, her voice barely audible.

He stepped closer, his warm breath ghosting over her neck as his hands found her hips, guiding her closer to the glass. She felt his excitement pressing against her, and she couldn't help but let out a needy whine.

"Look at us," he murmured, his hands moving to her breasts. He watched her in the reflection of the glass window, his eyes dark with lust. Sheena's breath fogged the glass as she leaned back, her palms flat against the cool surface as Jey sank to his knees.

His hands sliding her skirt and panties down, revealing her glistening wetness. He groaned, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. "Waited so long for this," he said, his voice thick with desire.  

“Sorry, I made you wait so long.” Sheena's legs trembled, as she hovered over his mouth.

“Good things come to those who wait.” Jey leaned in, his breath hot against her thigh. "Can I taste you?" he asked, his eyes glinting with mischief as he looked up at her. Sheena nodded, unable to form coherent words.

"Say it..Say I can taste you," he demanded, his hand slipping between her thighs. Sheena's voice a shaky whisper. "Yes, please."

With a grin, he kissed her inner thigh once again, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Sheena's knees buckled, and she braced herself against the window. “Yea…Keep’em right there fo’me.”

He kissed his way up, closer to her center, his tongue tracing a path that made her quiver. She watched as he licked his lips, his eyes never leaving hers. "You know this my pussy now, don't you?" he asked, his voice a low purr.

Sheena nodded frantically, her breath hitching as he finally made contact with her clit. He circled it with the tip of his tongue, teasing and taunting until she was panting for more.

"Oou shit," she whimpered, her voice a mix of pleasure and praise "Keep going, baby."

Jey's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he complied, his tongue delving deeper into her folds. Sheena's hips rolled, her body moving instinctively with the rhythm he set. “Mmhm, just like that.”

 The sound of his mouth working her, the wet, sloppy noises of his tongue against her flesh, filled the room and sent her spiraling closer to the edge.

"Oh, oh, oh," she chanted, her eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm began to build. "Jey, don’t stop."

Her words spurred him on, his movements growing more fervent. He slid two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out as he sucked on her clit. Sheena's thighs quivered, and she gripped the windowsill tightly, her feet digging into the plush carpet beneath her.

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing as she came. She felt the warm rush of her juices spill onto his face, his mouth and nose buried in her pussy. He groaned, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through her. He held her in place, licking and sucking until the tremors subsided.

When she looked down, her eyes widened in amazement, as he swallowed her essence. “Mm, I knew you’d taste sweet,” he murmured standing, his dick throbbing with need. Jey grabbed Sheena by the hair, pulling her head back, and claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss.

Sheena could taste herself on his lips, a heady mix of salt and sweetness. His tongue danced with hers, a silent declaration of ownership. She moaned into his mouth, her body already craving more.

"You taste so good, baby," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "I can't wait to be inside you."  Sheena's heart raced as she saw the raw desire in his gaze.

 "I want you to watch me take you," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "I want you to see how much I love you." he rasped.

Her knees felt weak as she felt the coldness of the pane, a stark contrast to the heat of his body against hers. His hand wrapped around her neck, not tight enough to choke but just enough to make her feel his power, his dominance.

With a gentle nudge, he positioned his dick at her entrance, her juices already coating him. "You ready for me?" he growled. Sheena nodded, her eyes half-lidded with desire. “Mmm, yes..I need it."

"Fuck you look so pretty, the world bout to know you mine. I'm tired of hidin' what we are to each other."

"Tired of hiding," Sheena gasped as Jey entered her slowly, his cock stretching her pussy inch by inch. She gasped, He felt like heaven, so big, so hard. “I'mma tell the world they can't have you,” Jey groaned.

“The world,” she cried out as he slipped deeper inside her.

"The whole world, baby...Now take dis dick….It's all just for you," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr.

"Mmm, I'mma take it for my champ," Sheena whined licking her lips as her word ignited something feral in Jey.

"Yea...Take it for your champ baby...I'm all yours."

Sheena cried out scratching at the window as Jey kissed her neck. "Look up baby,” he whispered his kisses moving to her ear as their eyes meet through the reflection of the glass, the city lights casting a beautiful background. "I got you, baby," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.

“I know,” she whispered relaxing as he moaned. "There you go...Relax...You can do this." He pushed in further, her walls stretching to accommodate his size. Sheena cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain as he bottomed out.

“Uh! Baby!” Sheena moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head.

"Uh huh…All up in dat pussy. You feel it?”

“Yes, God yes,” she panted. “Look at us," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "We were made for each other." Sheena's eyes fluttered open, as she stared at their reflection and the beautiful city lights, her body moving in time with his. It was a strange, exhilarating feeling, to be so exposed yet so hidden.

With each thrust, she felt herself falling deeper, the orgasm building like a storm in her belly. "Oh, Jey," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea.

"Takin’ it all, like my good girl. I knew you could," he growled, his hips slapping against her ass. "Take it all."

“Shit! Joshua!”

“Yea, its Joshua…Yo’ Joshua,” Jey growled as Sheena’s orgasm crashed over her, body convulsing around him, her pussy clenching tightly. A primal moan escaping his lips as she came undone. "I ain't done wit you yet, fuck you feel so good. Give me another one."

Jey's grip tightened on her hips as he turned her around, her back now pressed against the cool glass. Their eyes met, her brown eyes dark with passion, his casting a fiery storm. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Forever."

"I’m yours," she moaned, her heart skipping a beat at his words. The city lights blurred as he began to fuck her in earnest, his hips snapping into her with a ferocity that was almost terrifying.

Sheena felt like she was floating, her legs wrapping around his waist to hold on as he claimed her against the window.

"What are you doing to me?" she gasped, her nails raking down his back as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm. His mouth found hers in a brutal kiss, his teeth grazing her lower lip. "Making you mine," he murmured against her mouth, his tongue delving deep. "Every inch..... Every breath.... Every beat of your heart….Mine."

"Yours-”

"Writin' my name all up in dis pussy cause’ it's mine."

“Shit, it's yours..Only yours," Sheena cried as he held her closer.

Sheena's body responded to his, her walls clenching around him, her moans growing louder. "Shit, it's your pussy, Jey."

“Mmhm, I know it…. Now let the world know dat shit..Let me hear you.”

“Joshua!” Sheena screamed, she didn't care if anyone heard, didn't care if they knew. All that mattered was the feeling of him inside her, the love in his eyes as he watched her come apart.

“My good girl”, Jey groaned picking up pace, his thrusts growing harder and faster. Sheena could feel his muscles straining, his cock thickening as he approached his own release. "I'm gonna cum," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Come for me, baby," he grunted, his eyes never leaving hers. "Show me how much you love me."

Her legs tightened around him, her heels digging into his lower back as she met his every thrust. The second orgasm washed over her, stealing her breath and her sanity. "Jey! Fuck!” She screamed his name as he growled. “We ain’t done yet, I need one more,” he rasped as Sheena trembled against him.

With a grin that was all determination, Jey carried her over to the pool table. The coolness of the surface sending a shiver up her spine as Jey laid her down gently, his cock never leaving her. "Look at us," he said, looking up at another mirror on the ceiling. Damn, she didn't see that earlier.

Her eyes widened as she saw their reflection. The contrast of their bodies, his muscular form over her soft curves, was stunning. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of passion that was both erotic and beautiful. "Keep watching," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.

Jey leaned in, his hands on either side of her head. His movements grew more urgent, his breathing ragged. Sheena's eyes remained glued to their reflection, as she watched him claim her again. The sight was too much, and she felt another orgasm building.

"I need one more," he said, his voice strained. Sheena nodded, her body already on the edge. He leaned back, gripping her hips tightly. "Keep watching," he ordered, his eyes dark with desire.

With a growl, he lifted her off the table, his hands cupping her ass, taking her in a passionate searing kiss before bending her over the pool table with a quickness. The coldness sending a jolt of arousal through her. "Jey," she gasped, her voice shaky.

 "Yes, baby," he murmured, his hands caressing her. “I- don’t know-”

"Trust me…Now eyes forward," he whispered as Sheena’s eyes landed on the window, he just had fucked her up against with wild abandon. “Yes, baby,” she moaned, as she once again saw their reflection.

“Good girl.”

He positioned his cock at her entrance once more, the anticipation almost unbearable. With one swift motion, he slammed into her, her breasts bouncing against the felt of the table.

"Jey! Oou, fuck you feel so good!" Sheena cried out. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed through the suite. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, the new angle hitting her in just the right way.

"Look," he demanded, his voice harsh with passion. “Open, dem beautiful eyes fo’me.”  Sheena forced her eyes open, gazing at their reflection in the huge window. Jey’s eyes glossy, and possessive as his jaw clenched with determination.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his hand sliding between her legs to rub her clit. "I want you to watch me make you come again."

The sensation was overwhelming, the sight of him taking her with such ferocity. She could feel his muscles flexing with every thrust, his grip on her hips tightening as he drove into her. "Jey," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea.

"Come for me, baby," he said, his voice a gentle coax. "I want to feel it again."

Her body responded to his words, the orgasm building rapidly. She felt his own tension, his cock swelling even larger inside her. "I'm gonna cum," she warned, her voice a shaky whisper.

With a snarl, he pulled out, flipping her over onto her back onto the pool table. Sheena looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and need. "You know what I want," he growled, his hand fisting in her hair. "Say it." His top grills on full display as he bit his lower lip.

The hunger in his eyes told her that he needed it, craved it. "Jey," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Say it," he demanded, his grip on her hair tightening. "What’s my name?"

Jey’s question sending chills down her spine. "Mmm, Joshua," she murmured, the sound of his full name on her lips, a declaration of her love as a primal growl slipped past his lip. His eyes darkening with pleasure as he thrust back into her, his movements rough and demanding.  “Say it again.”

"Joshua," she murmured again, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Again," he moaned, his hand moving faster on her clit. With a trembling breath, she shouted, "Joshua!" as her orgasm ripped through her. Her voice echoed throughout the suit as her body convulsed around him once more. "Let the world know who’s fuckin’ you like this, baby," he ordered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Her cries grew louder with each stroke as she rode out her orgasm. "Joshua! Yes!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with passion. And with that, he lost all control. "Fuck, Sheena," he grunted, his hips slamming into her as he came deep inside her, his warmth filling her.

Sheena's chest heaved, her heart racing as Jey gently collapsed on top of her. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice hoarse. "I didn't mean to be so loud."

Jey chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. "Don't be sorry," he murmured, kissing the top of her head. "I wanted you too. You screamin’ my name is my new favorite sound."

Their bodies tangled together as their hearts pounding in sync.

"I love you, Sheena," he said, his voice clear and strong. "And I want the world to know it."

"I love you, too Jey," she murmured, her voice muffled against his chest.

The next morning, the sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the suite. As they lay in bed, the sensation of Sheena's soft lips on his neck brought Jey out of his slumber. He sighed feeling them move lower, kissing a trail down his body, and when they finally reached the tip of his dick, he couldn't hold back a moan.

"Good morning, baby," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. He opened his eyes to find her grinning up at him, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. Her hand wrapped around his dick, stroking him gently as she took him into her mouth once more.

"Mm, good morning," he groaned, his hand automatically reaching out to tangle in her hair.

 "Damn, can you wake me up like this every mornin’.” Sheena's smile grew wider, and she took him deeper, her mouth moving in slow, deliberate strokes that had him squirming with pleasure.

"I wanted to thank my champ properly," she murmured, her voice a sweet caress as she paused, letting him feel the warmth of her breath on his sensitive skin. Jey's eyes rolled back in his head, and he whispered, "Fuck…” With a devilish smile, she released him from her mouth with a pop, her hands and mouth continuing to work their magic.

"Sheena," he gasped, his hips rising to meet her mouth. "I need to cum."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she took him in deeper in her mouth vibrating around his dick. "Mm, my champ wants to cum," she said, her tongue swirling around the tip as Jey’s hips bucked. “Got damn, yes…Make me cum…I got somethin’ for you,” he groaned mesmerized as Sheena pleased him. His hands gripping the sheets unable to control himself. "Come for me, champ," Sheena whispered. "I want dat nut in my mouth."

With a final pleading look, Sheena went back to her task, her mouth moving faster and faster, her hand squeezing the base of his dick knowing it was game over for Jey. "Oh, fuck," he groaned, his toes curling. "I'm gonna cum...Cummin’ just for you."

"Mmm, cum, baby..I want you to cum so bad," Sheena pleaded, her mouth moving in perfect harmony with her hands. "Give it to me," she demanded, her voice a sultry purr.

With a roar, Jey erupted into her mouth, his entire body convulsing with the force of his orgasm. “Shit, here it go..Fuck,” Jey hissed as Sheena took it all, her eyes never leaving his, her cheeky smile telling him she enjoyed every second of it.

Jey groaned, caressing her face. " Oh shit…Oou wee..Did my good girl swallow it for the champ or does she need to spit?" he rasped, his voice hoarse from his cries of pleasure. Sheena smiled, her tongue sliding out to show him she had swallowed every drop. “Fuck, I knew I loved you,” he chuckled as she climbed up his body to lay beside him. Another groan escaping his lips as she kissed him greedily, making it hard to tell where he began, and she ended.

“Mmm, my nasty, good girl,” he whispered tasting himself on her tongue as Sheena smiled as he pulled her closer. Jey couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him as Sheena lay on his chest.

"Thank you," Jey murmured, his voice still thick with passion. "For everything."

Sheena propped herself up on one elbow, looking up at him with a soft smile. "You're welcome," she said, her finger tracing a line down his chest. "

"Now," she purred, "I want you to put on your title." Her request making his dick jump. Was she thinking, what he was thinkin’?

“Sheena, stop playin’.”

“Who says I’m playin’, I’ve always wanted to take backshots from a world champ.”

Jey's eyes widened in surprise, a grin spreading across his face. "Are you serious?" he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and excitement. Sheena's only response was a sultry smirk as she slid out of bed, sauntered over to his duffle bag and pulled out the title, tossing it onto the bed.

She then strutted into the living room, her naked body a testament to her confidence. She knew he watched her every move, his eyes devouring her curves as she disappeared from his view.

Jey slid out of bed, his dick fully standing at attention. He wrapped the championship belt around his waist, feeling the weight of it, the power it signified.

He walked into the living room, his breath caught in his throat as he found Sheena bent over the bar, her plump ass waving in the air as she took a bite out of a white chocolate covered strawberry. The sight was so unexpected, so erotic, that he had to stifle a groan.

"I'm waiting, champ," she whispered, turning to glance over her shoulder at him with a smirk. She fed him one of the strawberries, her tongue darting out to lick a drop of chocolate from her lip. The taste was sweet and decadent, a delicious contrast to the salty tang of his sweat that still lingered on her skin.

“You want another bite, bae?” she asked putting another strawberry in her bout as he leaned in and bit the other side. Their tongues touching briefly, sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

"Damn, you drivin’ me crazy," he murmured. With a sultry smile, Sheena ran her fingers over the cold metal and the leather. "I just want to give my champ what he needs? Let my champ take what he needs."

Jey’s eyes instantly lit up with desire. He knew what she was saying, what she was offering. He stepped even closer, his dick painfully hard at the thought of taking her how he wanted.

"Bend over and arch that ass for me, den” he commanded, smacking her on the ass, his voice thick with need. Sheena's smile grew wider, and she complied without hesitation, placing her hands flat on the bar and sticking her ass out towards him. He could see her pussy, wet and inviting, glistening in the morning light. “Damn, look at you..Just ready fo’me,” he whispered in a haze.

With a low growl, his hand coming down to caress her ass cheek, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. He lined up his dick with her entrance, the tip of his shaft kissing her wetness. "I wanna see that ass jiggle too," he moaned, his eyes on the prize.

With one swift motion, he slipped inside her, the belt around his waist jingling with each thrust. Sheena gasped, her body tightening around him as he began to fuck her with a ferocity that was both exhilarating and a little scary.

The belt slapped against her ass with every movement, the sound echoing through the suite. His primal growls, their masks of pleasure as he took her from behind were igniting a flame only they could extinguish with each other. "Mmhm, give it to me, champ."

"You gon' take it like a good girl?" he murmured, his hand coming up to wrap around her throat. "Yes, I'mma take it all. like your good girl"

Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her body moving in time with his. Each time he pulled back, she pushed herself back onto him, meeting him thrust for brutal thrust. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, her orgasm building.

"Oh, Jey," she moaned, her voice strained. "Fuck me…Fuck like you mean it."

“I’mma fuck da shit outta you,” he growled, snapping his hips harder as she exclaimed! “Yea.....Yea..Oouuuu, fuck. Jus like dat!” she screamed, the sight of her, her body responding to his every command, was intoxicating.

He felt like a king, the world heavyweight champion claiming his queen. And she was all his, every inch of her. He felt his own orgasm approaching, his hips moving faster and faster.

"Th-throw it back, Thow dat ass in a circle for da champ," he panted, smackin’ her ass again, his voice thick with desire. Sheena complied, her ass bouncing as she met each of his powerful thrusts. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of passion and lust. “Oh, shit, I’mma lucky mothafucka,” he gasped his resolve slipping as they became even more wrapped up in each other.

The squishing of her juices grew louder, her walls clenching and releasing around him, the friction driving him wild.  Seeing her blush at the sound of her juices after each methodical thrust. Sheena tried to slow down but Jey wasn’t havin’ it.

 "Nah, keep goin….Don’t slow down…Don't fuckin’ stop," he whispered, his teeth grazing her ear. "Keep going, baby."

"I can’t, Jey," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. He leaned down, his breath hot against her skin. "Don't be embarrassed," he whispered, his voice low and urgent. "Means, I’m doin’ my job right…Makin’ my baby feel good, givin’ her what she deserves.”

“J-J-Jeeyy..Mmm, fuck.”

“Don’t be scared….Get dis nut, Sheena."

At his command her eyes snapped open, meeting his over her shoulder. The intensity in his gaze was all the encouragement she needed.

“I’mma get it?”

“Uh huh…Throw… …Dat….… Ass… back…. And…. Get…. Dis… dick…”

She pushed back into him with renewed vigor, her pussy gripping him tightly. "Oh, fuck," she gasped as he hit her just right, the pleasure almost unbearable.

Jey's hand moved to her clit, his thumb rubbing slow circles as he continued to fuck her hard from behind. Sheena's moans grew louder. "Yes, baby, give dat shit some sound," he murmured, his voice a gentle coax. "Come for me again." he whispered, taking her in a searing kiss.

Her body responded, her orgasm building once more. "Jey!" she screamed, her voice hoarse.

He didn't let up, his grip tightening on her hips. "This pussy is mine," he growled, his thrusts becoming more intense, the title slapping her ass even harder. "Say it."

"Yours," she moaned, her voice barely audible. "All yours, Jey."

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of love and lust. Sheena felt herself losing control, her body no longer her own. And she didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of him inside her, claiming her over and over again.

"You're mine," Jey grunted, his hand sliding down her body to grip her ass tightly. "Every inch of you, Sheena. Every goddamn inch." His words were like a drug, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel his dick swelling and getting harder.

“Mmm, harder,” Sheena moaned as Jey trembled pulling her close. “You want it?....Want it harder?” he growled, as Sheena cried out.

 “Yes!”

“Gotchu..fuck, I gotchu,” he moaned increasing his pace. "Look at dat ass," he murmured, his voice a mix of awe and hunger as he spread her cheeks watching his dick disappear inside her as her essence coated his dick.

 "Yea, cream on dat dick…Fuck, you takin’ it so good, Ma." Sheena's eyes squeezed shut as she felt him hit her g-spot, her legs threatening to give out.

“You’re fuckin’ me so good champ.”

"Sheena, shit...I'm yo champ...Just yours," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "You feel so good, Ion wanna cum."

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere Josh. We got all the time in the world baby…Get what you need,” she moaned as he nodded.

The title belt jingling with each thrust. " You…I need you….You're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes never leaving her reflection in the mirror. "I love watching you take it, gotdamn."

“Mmm, I love takin’ it.”

The sound of the belt slapping against her flesh was a reminder of who was in control. And she loved it. Loved the feeling of being claimed, of belonging to him.

"You're mine," she whispered, her voice filled with a newfound confidence. "All of you."

Jey's thrusts grew more erratic, his orgasm building. "Fuck yes," he groaned, his eyes never leaving hers. "I’m all yours." Jey's body stiffened, and with a roar, he emptied himself into her. Sheena felt her own orgasm crash over her, her body trembling with the intensity of it all.

For a moment, they remained there, their bodies connected, their hearts racing. "I love you," she murmured, her voice filled with emotion.

He leaned down, kissing the back of her neck. "I love you too," he whispered, his arms tightening around her. "More than anything."

“What happens in Vegas definitely ain’t stayin’ in Vegas,” Sheena murmured as Jey chuckled.

 “Damn sure ain’t, cause’ you stuck wit my ass now.”

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[themintsimmer]

The Roux In Brazil | all links to mods, cc, and lots mentioned

here's a masterlist of all things i used for today's very special episode of The Roux! a lot went into this project and i want to thank everyone who's contributed to both directly and indirectly! capturing Brazil and the beautiful essence and culture was my top priority and i couldn't have done it without everyone and everything listed below. i appreciate you all and hope you enjoy the episode. you can watch The Roux in Brazil here

lots used

grand tartosa hotel shell by @rheya28

favelas by dezasims (ea gallery)

copacabana beach by @themintsimmer

Christ The Redeemer build by cello-rj-sims (ea gallery)

rio night market shell by (ea gallery)

bima samundra yacht by @lesmana-enterprise-ltd

sulea tiger sanctuary by pom_panic (ea gallery)

taboo polanco restaurant by @ty-loves

rio boiler room by @themintsimmer

são botaniqua spa by @themintsimmer

mods / cc used

boutique hotel mod by @lijoue

say something mod by lumpinou

friends with benefits mod by lumpinou

drama by she by @mizoreyukii

relationships overhaul by lumpinou

basemental drugs by basemental

wicked whims by turbodriver

life&death crow / bird override by @kalino-thesims

island fusion food truck by @lifelikesimz

functional don julio by @lifelikesimz

functional ATVs by @necrodogmtsands4s

various food recipes by @somik-severinka, QMBIBI, and @oni28

TOOL mod for world buildling by @twistedmexi

buildings by @scodeeyodee

Christ The Redeemer monument by @scodeeyodee

animated parrots by @bakiegaming

animated brazil flag by @bakiegaming

animations credits

huge thanks to all of the amazing animators of this community! KingBlackCinema, Rascgal, Foxsi, E404P, SovaSims, KikiChain, GreyNaya, Steven Studios, VMS Animations,

music

here's a playlist of all songs used in both youtube and patreon versions of this episode!

the roux in brazil soundcloud playlist

vega dj mix used for the yacht segment

mango & ginger set used for the boiler room segment

don't forget to check out Mango & Ginger on their socials, amazing Brazilian (based in LA) DJs who collaborated with me for the Boiler Room segment! HUGE SHOUTOUT TO THEM!

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SUPPORT DJS AND THE MF CULTURE!

special thanks

thank you to my AMAZING friends, who not only created and shared sims to make this feel real and lively with their beautiful townies, but spent many hours with me on discord live while i built this episode and world out while we jammed out to dj sets the whole time. please check them out and their socials they're all so so damn talented: @theeesimmer @cozyyani @mayaxosims @chxlla @unfilteredinsights @yourstrulysims @pixeloats SimplyZeee (X) serenitysims177 (X) Firestarr (EA gallery)

huge thank you to @pxltown @awkwardwhims @windslar for the amazing PSD templates i've used for all posts, and some of the elements added throughout today's video as well, you guys are awesome for sharing such great resources with the community!

SHOUTOUT TO BRAZIL 🇧🇷

THANK YOU EVERYONE! <3

[hemmingsleclerc]

Charles x reader where we’re going on our Renaissance world tour and our daughter comes out on stage with us (like blue Ivy). Charles + Leclerc family’s reactions and the grids reactions maybe??

World Tour┃charles leclerc

pairing(s): charles leclerc x singer!fem!reader

a/n: I LOVED THIS IDEA OMG!!! Hope u like it 💕💕

𖧧  ִֶָ 𖥔 ﾟ˖ ⊹ › ‹ ᵎ 𖧧. ⊹ ˖ ♡.˚˳𖧧  ִֶָ 𖥔 ﾟ˖ ⊹ › ‹ ᵎ 𖧧. ⊹ ˖ ♡.˚˳𖧧  ִֶָ 𖥔 ﾟ˖ ⊹ › ‹ ᵎ𖧧  ִֶָ 𖥔 ﾟ˖ ⊹ ›

‹ ᵎ 𖧧. ⊹ ˖ ♡.˚˳𖧧  ִֶָ 𖥔 ﾟ˖ ⊹ › ‹ ᵎ 𖧧. ⊹ ˖ ♡.˚˳𖧧  ִֶָ 𖥔 ﾟ˖ ⊹ › ‹ ᵎ𖧧  ִֶָ 𖥔 ﾟ˖ ⊹ › ‹ ᵎ 𖧧. ⊹ ˖

The lights in the sold-out stadium went out and the crowd noise grew louder as the opening chords of the song echoed through the arena. Charles sat in the VIP section, a proud smile on his face as he watched his wife take the stage. Next to him were his mother and brothers, as well as his closest friends, including Lando, Max, Daniel, Oscar with his girlfriend Lily, George with Carmen, Pierre with Kika, and Lewis.

Y/n's voice filled the stadium, moving everyone present. Halfway through the concert, a spotlight suddenly illuminated a small figure walking towards the stage. It was Jules, their daughter, dressed in a mini version of her mother's outfit that night.

Lando gasped and clutched his chest dramatically. "I think I'm going to faint," he whispered loudly, making the others laugh.

Daniel jumped from his seat, raising his arms in the air. "Jules! No way!" he yelled as he began to jump with joy.

Max had tears in his eyes. He dried them quickly, not wanting anyone to see them, but he couldn't help the wide smile that spread across his face. "She's amazing," he said softly, his voice filled with awe as he clutched his head. As the music intensified, Max began to sing and dance, performing the choreography to perfection. "I've never practiced this," he muttered under his breath, although everyone knew he had been doing it for the past two weeks.

Oscar leaned forward, his eyes wide with amazement. "She's amazing," he commented, clearly impressed as he smiled big.

Lily nodded, her eyes shining. "She is a star in the making" she said enjoying the concert too much, as she was a big fan of Y/n.

George was standing, clapping to the beat. "This is amazing! Watch her dance!" Carmen, next to him, was just as cheerful, loudly cheering for Jules.

Pierre put his arm around Kika and they both began to dance together. "Jules is naturally talented," Kika said, her voice full of admiration and emotion. The two began shouting at the top of their lungs in support of Jules, his voices almost drowned out by the cheers of the crowd.

Lewis recorded the moment on his phone, capturing every second. "This is going to be iconic," he said, already planning to send the video to Jules later.

When Jules began to dance alongside her mother, the audience erupted in cheers. The energy in the stadium was incredible. Charles couldn't contain his emotions. He stood up and joined the rest of the drivers as they sang. His heart filled with pride as he watched her daughter share the stage with the same grace and confidence as his beautiful wife.

Lando, now fully recovered from his initial shock, began to dance to the music, his movements exaggerated. "This is the best concert ever!" He declared, spinning around and nearly knocking Max over to the floor.

Max, despite his earlier tears, was now dancing out of pure joy. "I'm having the best time of my life!" he shouted over the music, following the choreography perfectly.

Daniel continued cheering loudly, his voice hoarse but his emotion intact. "Jules, you're amazing, I'm your fan!"

The concert continued with Jules and Y/n performing a duet. As the final notes of the song faded, the crowd erupted in applause. Jules and Y/n bowed as they said goodbye as confetti exploded from the sky and the rest of the dancers joined in to say goodbye.

Charles, almost on the verge of losing his voice, shouted proudly of his wife and daughter.

As the concert came to an end, Charles and his friends headed backstage to congratulate Y/n and Jules. The reunion was filled with laughter, hugs, and a few more tears as everyone celebrated the night.

Charles hugged Jules tightly and lifted her off the ground. "You were amazing, my little star."

Jules laughed and her eyes shone with happiness. "Did you like it, dad?"

''I adored it'' he said while with her other arm he hugged Y/n around her waist to give her a kiss.

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTIKTOK TRENDS⁴ * CHRIS STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　4 times that Y/N and Chris made a couple's trend on tiktok.

FEATURING　Chris Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　none.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²　::　part 1 || part 2 || part 3

1. Watch my boyfriend for me

It was a balmy summer night, and the city lights glistened off the glass walls of the charming Italian restaurant where Y/N and Chris were dining. The restaurant's facade exuded rustic elegance, adorned with hanging green plants and softly twinkling string lights that created a warm, romantic atmosphere.

Y/N had come to the restaurant with a playful plan in mind. She had seen a viral TikTok trend where people left their partners alone at the table with a recording camera, asking viewers to "watch" them while they went to do "something." It seemed like the perfect opportunity to have some fun with Chris.

While they enjoyed their meal, Y/N discreetly took her phone from its spot on the table. Unlocking it, she quickly opened the TikTok app, which was prominently displayed among her most used apps. With a mischievous grin, she hit the record button.

Her eyes flicked to Chris, who was engrossed in his pasta, before she propped her phone against a glass Coca-Cola bottle, adjusting the angle to frame him perfectly.

"Hey guys, can you watch my boyfriend real quick while I go to the bathroom?" Y/N said in a low tone, trying to suppress a giggle as she stood up and headed towards the bathroom, not glancing back at the bewildered Chris.

Chris, mid-chew on a hefty forkful of pasta, looked up, watching her walk away with a puzzled expression. He then shifted his gaze to the phone screen, his brow furrowing.

He delicately set his cutlery down, adjusting his black cap in a nervous gesture.

"Hey guys... I think Y/N is making some kind of video." He muttered after swallowing his food, resting his right elbow on the wooden surface of the square table and laying his chin on his palm, his blue eyes fixed on the screen. "Caught me with my mouth full, sorry about that."

Chris glanced around the restaurant, a hint of nervousness replaced by curiosity.

"So, since you're here, let me tell you what we're up to. We're at this new Italian place in Los Angeles. The decor here is amazing, really cozy and authentic." He gestured with his free hand, indicating the charming details around him that the camera couldn't capture. "We had bruschetta to start... Did you know it was originally a way to use up old bread? They toast it, rub garlic on it, and top it with tomato and basil... Delicious."

His eyes lit up as he described one of his favorite appetizers.

"Now, about the main dishes, since it's Saturday night, we figured we could indulge a bit." He continued with a chuckle. "Y/N ordered lasagna. Classic choice, right? Pasta, meat, tomato sauce, cheese... You can't go wrong." He pointed to Y/N's plate, observing momentarily the remaining piece of lasagna. "I got the carbonara, one of my all-time favorites. Loads of bacon, so good."

Chris picked up his fork, filling it with the food from his plate and twirling some carbonara for the camera to see.

"I've had a tradition on Saturdays of taking Y/N out to dinner since the beginning of our relationship, and there's something special about going out to dinner in a new place, you know?" Chris commented warmly. "It's a little gastronomic adventure. Oh, and the music! They're playing something in Italian."

He paused, pointing his fingers upwards, letting the camera pick up the soft, melodic tunes playing in the background. He began to sway his head to the rhythm, clearly enjoying himself.

"Cool, right? Also, we always order different dishes so we can share and try more things." He added, laughing. "Though I usually end up eating half of Y/N's, and she always gets mad at me for it." His eyes sparkled with affection as he spoke about her, shaking his hear jokingly. "Talking about her, her food's going to get cold if she takes much longer."

He lowered his head, frowning as he looked between his plate and hers, refusing to eat until she returned.

"She just said she was going to the bathroom and left you with me. Not sure what she's up to." He shrugged, eyes darting back to the screen. "But tell me a little about yourselves..."

He pretended to listen to the viewers' imaginary responses, nodding thoughtfully.

"I think this is a TikTok trend. Y/N's been obsessed with these lately." Chris said, changing the "topic" abruptly, rolling his eyes playfully.

Just then, Y/N returned to the table, quickly grabbing her phone and trying not to laugh at Chris's expression.

"Thanks, guys. I hope he behaved." She said happily, smiling and waving at the camera.

"Hey, I'm the best boy around, alright?" Chris retorted, grinning widely.

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2. Serving myself a little bit of food and telling my boyfriend that's all we have left

The house was a haven of quiet on that early afternoon. With Nick and Matt away on business for their channel, set to last all day, Y/N and Chris found themselves with a rare stretch of time alone. Deciding against the hassle of preparing a new meal, they settled on enjoying the leftovers from the previous day's lunch.

"I'm going to put the dishes together, honey." Y/N called, already making her way to the door of their shared bedroom after hearing Chris’s stomach rumble in protest as they watched a random and new action movie.

"Alright, I'll be there in a few." Chris responded, not taking his eyes off the screen, where a heated scene of racing cars and guns shooting occurred, his hands reaching blindly for the remote on the bedside table.

With Chris still in the bedroom, Y/N seized the opportunity to record a new TikTok trend that had been flooding her For You Page in the last few days. She fished her phone out of the front pocket of her Fresh Love hoodie, positioning it strategically on the wooden surface of the dining table to capture both the plates and Chris’s reaction, as well as her own figure. Her fingers worked quickly to unlock the device, find the app, and start recording, lowering the screen brightness to its minimum.

While waiting for Chris, Y/N prepared two plates: Chris's, as usual, was generous, laden with a large portion of each meal item. For herself, she placed just a few spoonfuls of each, creating a stark contrast between the two.

When Chris finally appeared in the kitchen, he moved with a relaxed grace to his usual chair, his stomach growling in the quiet of the room, sitting down.

"Finally!" He exclaimed, rubbing his palms together in excitement as he watched Y/N place the plates on the table and sit down beside him. "I was so-" His sentence cut off abruptly as he noticed the disparity in the amount of food on their plates. His brow furrowed as his eyes darted between the two servings.

"I hope it's still good." Y/N said with a small smile, lifting her right arm to reach for her cutlery, her fingers closing around her fork.

"No, wait." Chris stopped her, raising his hand to hover over her plate, his concern evident. "What?"

Feigning confusion, Y/N put down her fork and looked up at him, frowning.

"What what?"

"Weren't you starving?" Chris asked, his voice tinged with worry as he looked her over, his eyes searching for any signs of discomfort.

"No, babe, I'm not that hungry." Y/N shook her head, offering a reassuring smile.

"Are you feeling sick?" Chris's concern deepened, his blue eyes scanning her figure anxiously.

"I'm fine, sweetheart." Y/N insisted, her tone light.

"Babe, this isn't normal." Chris pointed to her plate. "Even on days when you have no appetite, you don't eat this little."

"I need to reduce the amount of food I eat." She invented, using the first excuse that her brain could think of.

"Tell the truth, Y/N. Do you want to go to the hospital?” Chris's worry was palpable as he prepared to stand, but Y/N quickly grabbed his wrist, stopping his next movements.

"Why, Chris? I told you, I'm fine-"

"Then why did you put so little food on your plate?" Chris interrupted, his concern mounting.

"Babe, we just... It's because that was all that was left from yesterday. We ran out of food." Y/N finally revealed, looking down in false shame.

"What do you mean? Is the food gone?" Chris's disbelief was clear. Despite his bigger appetite, he would never allow his girlfriend to go without. "Baby, stop it. Are you crazy? I'm not going to eat all this while you have so little just because our food runs out."

He stood up abruptly, the sound of the chair scraping against the floor echoing sharply in the quiet room. His large hands moved quickly to switch their plates, placing the larger serving in front of Y/N.

"No, Chris! That's all that's left, really! I want you to eat what I gave you." Y/N protested, curving her spine above the wooden surface, her hands hovering in the air.

"Babe, you're hungrier than me. I already ate, you didn't." Chris lied, sitting down again, receiving a surprised look from Y/N. She knew he hadn't eaten anything, just like her.

"What did you eat?" She asked, genuinely confused.

"I had one of those Bold protein bars you always eat." Chris claimed, pointing towards the cabinet above the sink behind his back.

"But, there's no more bar-"

"Of course there is, or was, I ate the last one." Chris interrupted, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"Babe..." Y/N's heart warmed, her eyes softening. "Let's split it then, okay?"

"No, petal, I want you to eat all of this." He insisted, pointing at the plate that was once his. "How did all the food even run out?"

"I needed to go to the grocery store today, but I wanted to spend the day with you." Y/N explained, her tone tender, her bottom lip jutting out in a little pout.

"It doesn't matter, babe. Just because the food is gone doesn't mean you should eat this little. It looks like bird food." Chris's voice rose with worry, his hands moving to adjust his cap nervously.

"It's no problem, honey, I promise." Y/N argued, moving to switch the plates again, but Chris stopped her.

"Babe, wait, no! Let's go out? Let's go out to eat, hm? Where do you want to go?" Chris's desperation was clear, his blue eyes searching hers. "Let's go out, like a date, yeah?"

Y/N's features brightened instantly, a smile spreading across her lips as small drops of tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, her heart fluttering inside her chest, feeling like she was falling in love all over again.

"A date, babe?" Her voice sounded airy.

"That's right, let's go out for lunch somewhere special. You choose the place and the food, okay?" Chris asked softly, watching her closely, pushing the plate of food in front of him away.

"Yeah." Y/N looked down, her cheeks heating up with a rosy blush.

"Great, I'll get my wallet," Chris said, rising from his seat calmly this time, curving his upper body so that his face was close to her head, sealing the top of it with his lips momentarily, exhaling the soft smell of shampoo. "You heard me?"

"Yes, okay," Y/N nodded quickly, sniffling softly, observing her boy step away. "I love you."

"I love you more, bunny. I'll be right back, okay?"

"Okay."

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3. Testing my boyfriend if he was an Uber driver

Chris adjusted himself in the leather driver's seat, trying to keep a straight face. His eyes flicked towards Y/N’s phone, checking if it was recording him. A few seconds later, the sound of the back door opening echoed inside the vehicle, and Y/N appeared, sliding into the seat where Nick usually sat during their car videos. She did her best to look like a complete stranger.

"Good afternoon! Are you Chris from Uber?" she asked, adopting a foreign accent. Her head lifted, catching Chris's upper body twisted towards the back seat, his eyes fixed on her. "Why are you looking back like that, Chris?" Y/N yelled, playfully smacking the back of the driver’s seat.

"But I was just-"

༻

"Hey!" Y/N’s voice cut through the brief silence, settling back into the leather seat with a dramatic sigh.

"Good afternoon! Would you like some candy or gum?" Chris greeted, taking his right hand off the steering wheel and reaching towards the car’s console. He pulled out a small box of mints from the cup holder, lifting it up with a flourish.

"Why are you offering candy to the girl, Christopher?" Y/N crossed her arms, her eyes darting from the box to Chris's face and back again before she rolled her eyes and turned around, pretending to get out of the car.

"Sometimes people have bad breath, babe-"

༻

"Hi! Good afternoon. How are you?" Y/N chirped as she got into the car again, a broad smile lighting up her face.

She adjusted herself in the seat, but as she did, her head bumped against the roof of the car.

"Ouch! I hit my head." She burst into laughter, her right hand instinctively reaching up to rub the sore spot, her eyes closed as giggles escaped her lips.

Chris quickly turned back, his eyes wide with concern and amusement. His lips trembled as he tried to suppress his laughter.

"Do you want me to take care of you, miss-" His sentence was cut short by a loud slap, Y/N's free hand playfully hitting his shoulder. "Ouch! Sorry!"

༻

"Hey, good afternoon!" Chris began this time, his eyes fixed on the garage door in front of the car. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, swallowing hard.

"Hi, how are you?" Y/N adjusted herself in the seat, leaning forward so that she was perched on the edge. She leaned her upper body against the back of the driver’s seat, raising her right arm and resting her hand lightly on Chris’s shoulder, giving it a sensual squeeze.

"Do not touch me!" Chris raised his right arm roughly, trying to shake off Y/N’s hand without success. "If you knew my girlfriend, ma'am, you wouldn't dare. She could be nearby right now, you know?" He pretended to look around desperately, finally managing to push Y/N’s hand away. "She's going to kill you."

༻

"Hi, good afternoon! Can I sit in the front?" Y/N asked, already sitting in the back seat, leaning over the console and pointing to the passenger seat.

"You can’t, ma'am." Chris shook his head quickly, keeping his eyes fixed forward.

"But there's no one there. You must feel so lonely." Y/N pouted, looking into the rearview mirror, trying to catch Chris’s eyes.

Chris moved suddenly, lifting his right leg over the gear lever and resting his foot on the floor of the passenger seat.

"Don’t worry, miss, that’s not a problem. I take both seats, you see?" He glanced at the rearview mirror, losing his balance and accidentally pressing the horn, its loud sound echoing through the garage.

༻

"Excuse me, sir, there's a little thing in there! Let me clean it for you." Y/N, already inside the car and leaning between the passenger and driver seats, murmured. Her right hand lightly grabbed Chris's chin, turning his head towards her.

Chris let her, his blue eyes meeting hers. His pupils dilated as he watched her face, his lips parting slightly as he felt his heartbeat increase its pace. He tilted his head closer, their mouths brushing for a brief moment.

"Christopher Sturniolo, are you going to kiss your passenger?!" Y/N suddenly pulled away, hitting his shoulder hard.

"It was an accident, babe-"

༻

"Sir, do you like brunettes?" Y/N asked, leaning over the back of the driver's seat and laying the side of her face on the headrest. She kept her eyes fixed on Chris, biting her bottom lip lightly, trying to convey an air of seduction.

"No, miss, I like bald ones." Chris quickly responded without looking at her, causing Y/N to burst into laughter.

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4. I can't go out

"I can't go out."

Y/N lay sprawled on the bed she shared with Chris, the soft, inviting sheets cradling her body. Her phone hovered above her, capturing her every move as she began to lip-sync to the familiar audio. The screen’s glow bathed her face in a gentle, almost ethereal light, accentuating the gleam in her eyes and the subtle curve of her lips, painted with a delicate pink gloss.

"Cough, cough." She murmured as she feigned illness, her free hand coming up, fingers curling into a delicate fist that she brought to her lips, a playful, exaggerated expression dancing across her features. "I'm sick." She finished, the mock severity in her face making her eyes sparkle with mischief.

She shifted the phone slightly, widening the view just as Chris’s strong arm snaked into the frame. His biceps, taut and defined, flexed dramatically, the play of muscles under his skin evident and undeniably captivating.

His skin was warm around her neck, the faint scent of him - a mix of his natural aroma and the lingering trace of his Dior cologne - intoxicating her senses. The pressure of his bicep against her cheeks made her bite down on her lower lip, her teeth digging into the soft flesh to stifle the smile, threatening to break free.

Her body responded instinctively to his closeness, a shiver of excitement coursing down her spine. She tilted her head slightly, her hair cascading over his arm like a silken waterfall, each strand catching the light in a mesmerizing display.

She was so lucky.

© vanteguccir

[lolitaonline]

Never Know, Chapter 1 18+ MDNI

Stalker! Best friend! Noah x F! Reader word count- 3,400k+

Summary- You and Bad Omens have been friends for a while. Starting to tour together and become closer than ever. During this time someone from the past begins to make himself known. Noah does not take too kind of a liking to this.

Tw- mentions of health scares/collapsing, medics being called, breaking and entering, watching from afar, gifts being left, stalking, mentions of religion/religious trauma mentioned through out, ptsd, anxiety, mentions of picture taken

An- If I missed a TW or would like to be added to the tag list please let me know. If you would like to be removed or added to the list please let me know. Thank you. I hope you all enjoy, ALSO THANK YOU TO MY LOVE @fadingintothegrey FOR HER AMAZING HELP AND ENCOURAGMENT, go show her love <3

Mature content ahead, you have been warned.

Divider by- @/anitalenia

Soft pitter patter of rain drizzled down the dimly lit street. The buzzing from the blinking streetlight hummed softly in the background.  

Footsteps quietly trailed down the dark empty alleyway. Hands shoved inside pockets; ski-mask fitted on like a glove. Not one of the safest towns but safer than most. No-one would suspect a thing, perfect opportunity. 

You walked through your front door, kicking your shoes and coat off to the side. You were in need of a hot shower. Your feet hurt from walking around all day sorting through papers for the merch team, safe to say you hated walking back and forth. Before that you had an early morning coffee date with a dude your friend set you up with. He wasn't your type, but you wanted to give it a try. You also felt it was time to move from how you felt about Noah.  

Noah is your best friend. You both met at Matt’s party he was hosting; you and Matt went to school together so it made sense that you would be there. It was nice to reconnect with him but to also meet Nick, Jolly, Folio, and Noah. You and Matt were close but you and Noah were a little closer and had more in common.  

At the party you and Noah both shared a joint and talked about aliens and the universe. You weren't sure how long you were out with him, but you knew you wanted to get to know him more. At the end of the party, you and Noah exchanged numbers and bid farewell. You both have been close ever since.  

You were with them from the start to the present day. You were so proud of how far they have come in the band. They offered you a job to help handle the merch and you happily accepted, you got to tour with them and make more memories together, you couldn't turn that down.  

In the beginning you were nervous to be working for a band or even around them. Seeing the behind the scenes of music videos, merch drops, accomplishments.

The growth was exceptional; the feeling of guilt would build occasionally when you started to catch feelings for Noah. You were aware that Noah was a catch, chased by many, yearned for at night, looked for in the morning.  

When you and Noah met it was just right around the beginning of talks of creating the band/in the process of creating the band. You and Matt had been friends since school and would attend the same church before he left after high school.

You were ecstatic when he wanted to remain friends. You didn’t have that many friends, but you had a few. Matt was a good friend though; you guys would hang out often and catch up as often as you could when he was in town. 

After high school you packed up and left your town. Leaving your faith, stalker, and past behind you. Cutting ties with everyone and never looking back. Matt was aware that you were having problems down there and helped you find a place near him. Ever since than Matt has been like your brother.  

After you had a break between the US leg tour of ‘Finding God Before God Finds Me’, you decided to try and give guys a chance. Normally turning them down, not looking for a relationship but you wouldn’t mind one either. You were not the most experienced, but you were still up for trying. Taking this opportunity to try and move on from your friend.  

This was just right around when the chaos started to happen.  

The gifts were first.  

Flowers, dolls, your favorite candy, make up 

As you all walked back into the green room, laughs and jokes ringing and echoing throughout the area. As you walked over to the couch, wanting to relax from the long day, collapsing on the couch. Allowing a deep sigh of relief through your lips.  

The band and you both started to pack and clean up a bit. Wanting to get to the hotel and get as much sleep as possible. You and Noah haven’t had much time to speak today. You both were busy with your respective jobs. You worked the merch booth and kept it as organized and quick as possible.

The boys controlled the crowd and sang to their heart’s content. It was a great show, the crowd was great, you got to meet a few new people and sold a good amount of merch. You were very proud of yourself. 

“Hey, Y/n look, did one of your little dates drop this off for you?” Hearing Folio teasing you brought your eyes to open. As your vision cleared and became focused your world stopped. 

A doll wearing a black dress, black shoes, and h/c, sitting in Folio’s arms. Her arms sat in her lap all pretty, shiny hair sat nicely on her shoulders. Behind her was a vase full of flowers, big bouquet, dark blue vase, red’s blues, pinks, and whites arranged. 

That was years ago, years and years ago. It went so quiet after a while.  

He couldn’t have found you, could he? Yeah, you were traveling with a band whose popularity is going up, but no one knew of you. You stayed behind the scenes; you just kept track of the ins and outs of merch.  

When you left your hometown, you wanted to leave this piece of your past right with it. You wanted a new beginning, the past was meant to stay in the past, not jump forward 5 or so years. 

Fear and shock warming up and buzzing through your system. Where did that come from? Is this a joke? No, no one knows, how could they? This was before you had known them, before you even met Matt.  

“Well, don’t you like dolls? You grew up with them, maybe a friend brought them for you” Jolly suggests an innocent idea, not understanding the severity of this. No one did, you couldn’t tell them. You had to figure this out on your own. You’ve done it before, and you won last time. Who is to say you couldn’t do it this time.  

The boy’s stood around the room patiently waiting for a reply. The jokes came to a pause, silence filling the room.  

Noah could tell by the look on your face that something might have been wrong. “Yeah, maybe an old friend, you used to love Dolls when you went to church right?” Matt tried to offer an explanation.  

No one knew of the things you dealt with. Even when you first met the boys it was happening but slowly died down. You and Matt met when he moved down for a little bit in high school and ended up attending your church for a little bit before graduating.  

Matt was right, you did like dolls to an extent. Not the barbie ones, but the vintage ones, the porcelain dolls, etc. You never collected them though; you just talked about how you thought they were cute. They kind of creeped you as well, like a love-hate kind of situation.  

Your breath and words got lost. You wanted to speak and say something, deny it all and forget about it. Last time you tried to do that there were consequences, your apartment was broken into and ransacked, your car broke down, lost your job. It felt like a curse, try to change your fate, you’re met with consequences.  

Every time you tried to ignore it, he got angrier. Why wasn’t his, love, ecstatic to see his gifts. He picked them out for her and chose her to be his. He spent his time and money on those things for you. Some of which he stole but you didn’t need to know that. Just as long as you had them was all he cared about.  

You wanted to get rid of him, forget about everything he had given you. Why would you ever do such a thing? Can’t you see that you belong to him. And then you just had to leave him and move away. Did that night mean anything to you, do you remember that night? How could you not, you didn’t drink that much. It’s okay, he will help you remember...  

Your thoughts were stuck on the past 5 or so years of your life. Everything you endured, thought, felt, dealt, all of it. It all came to the front of your head. All you could do was stand and stare at the gifts. No words could get through your head. None could be heard, you couldn't even see in front of you. It was getting darker. You knew that but why you weren't sure.  

That’s when it all began again.  

“What the hell” Noah exclaimed as he caught you before hitting the ground. Bringing his hand up to your forehead, checking your temperature. The boys moved around you making space. The boys were worried obviously; hearts dropped to their stomach when you collapsed. “We might need a medic, I’m not sure if this is because of the gifts or something else.” Nick said heading over to the door, exiting the room looking for help.  

“Let’s move her somewhere clearer” Jolly says, moving boxes and bags out the way. Noah lifted you up, moving you to a more private clear area in the room. He did not want to risk anyone seeing and causing a bigger problem. If it was the gifts, he was going to find out what caused your reaction.  

You had never mentioned any health issues either, so it had to be the gifts. Noah’s mind was racing with thoughts and worry. Why did you have that reaction? Noah hated the thought of you going on dates to begin with. And now here you are fainting backstage not even 10 minutes after having an incredible day. You were supposed to spend time with him tonight and instead here you are. 

“They’re here!” Nick exclaimed, moving to the side for the medics to come in and check on you. Noah did not play with anyone else, especially during tour. Everyone was so determined to work hard and make it big. This would lead to mental health and physical health being put to the side sometimes. When the band got bigger Noah and the boys always made sure that everyone was okay. 

Noah moved out the way, giving room for the medics to do their check up on you. “She just collapsed, she was fine and just collapsed,” Noah said to the medics. “She was fine, and she collapsed” Noah kept muttering under his breath. Noah wasn’t sure of the feeling that was coursing through his body. Anger, misery, confusion, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do but he wanted to fix it. Everyone knew that the reaction you had wasn’t normal.  

When the medics deemed you okay the boys made their way back to the tour bus. Noah held you tight in his arms. He enjoyed holding you close, despite the situation he was relieved you were safe in his arms and that nothing was wrong with your health but, Noah was going to figure out what this was about.  

You were his girl, no one else's, and the fact that someone is trying to come along and destroy it was a problem. As the boys walked through the bus, careful not to hit you along the way, Jolly helps Noah put you in your bunk. Carefully laying your head on your pillow, your breathing was back to normal. 

Noah decided to stay with you, laying his bunk directly across from you waiting for you to show any signs that you have woken up. He patiently waited, staring into the black small space before him.  

The next time you wake up you’re in the tour bus, laying on your bunk. It was pretty quiet minus the muffled sounds of voices through the thin walls. You take a moment to go through your head and sort out everything that happened in the last few hours.  

You were selling merch at the merch booth, watched the boys perform, headed backstage, that’s when it went dark.  

The last thing you remembered was when it went dark. You were praying that maybe it was a bad dream, and you just went straight to bed after the concert. “I have to be going crazy” you mumbled to yourself. Bringing a hand up to your head, you could feel a headache coming onto you. Debating on if you wanted to come out and face the situation at hand or deal with it in the morning.  

You thought back to when you had your break between the tour. The memory of you coming home and feeling uneasy when speaking with Noah. The window, the uneasy feeling of being watched, the way it felt like someone touched you in your sleep. You thought maybe it was the wind, but you knew it was a person in your room.  

Stepping outside the shower, grasping the towel tightly around your body. You walked aimlessly to your bedroom, tossing your phone on the bed. Walking over to your closet you pick out a t shirt and grab some shorts to sleep in. Dropping the towel on the floor as you started to get dressed you noticed something out the corner of your eye.  

“I didn’t open that...” your voiced mumbled out. Quickly slipping your shirt on; you walk over to your dresser.  

When you were getting into the shower you don't remember opening your drawer, you didn’t even walk over to this area. You had gone straight to your bathroom to lay down for the night.  

Peeking inside you take notice that it’s the drawer that keeps your panties, before you can investigate if anything is missing your phone starts to buzz.  

“Noah <3 Calling” 

Attention turning over to where your phoned sat you turn back to drawer and dismissing it. “I had to have left it open this morning...idiot” you mumbled out.  

Walking back over to your bed, grabbing your phone answering it quickly. “Hey, doll, just wanted to make sure you were home okay” you could hear his grin from the other side of the phone. Noah was aware that his nicknames for you made you flustered.  

“Hey, yes I made it home safe” you replied dismissing him. You were laying on your bed, legs pulled up slightly. You enjoyed listening to Noah talk, he had a nice voice, even better when singing. “We have a few new shipments coming in of hoodies and sweatpants, and then we have decided which ones to keep or scrape” Noah trailed on through your ear.  

“Anway's what are you doing right now” Noah asked, he liked talking about work but when it was with you, he wanted to talk about anything else. Noah was private about his feelings; he cared about you deeply and you knew that but other than the nicknames Noah didn’t show interest in you like that. Noah wasn't one who showed interest in those things, maybe a quick fling yes, but never a relationship.  

During this time, you were on the “Finding God Before God Finds Me” Tour. But you were given a two week break to get some rest. The boys offered for you to stay with them for a little bit, but you opted to go home for the day. You were thankful that today was the start of your two-week break. You had worked extra hard today to make sure everything was perfect before you had to get on the road again. 

“I just got done showering, I was going to start dinner, watch a shower and sleep” you chuckled out, rubbing your eyes, feeling sleep slowly slipover. “What are you going to make, and you better not watch Demon Slayer without me, you promised” Noah rushed out accusingly. When Noah found out you had never seen it, he was so shocked but took this as a chance to spend time together. “I won't, I promise, thank you for introducing it to me, it’s really good” you laughed out, balancing your phone between your jaw and shoulder. You reach inside your fridge grabbing some left-over pasta from the night before.  

“Well, that's really cool, how are the boys doing now that we get some time to breathe” you teased out. Throughout the car rides Jolly was starting to feel home sick but pushed through until the break. You were starting to worry about it, but you were happy knowing he was doing good at home.  

As you and Noah continued to talk the more you felt more ‘exposed’ for some reason. Like the hairs on the back of neck rise. This uneasy feeling wouldn’t go away. The more you waited on your pasta to heat up the more creeped out you felt.  

Dragging your attention back Noah speaks up “You, okay? You went quiet?” Noah asked through the phone. “Yeah, I just feel uneasy right now for some reason, like I'm being watched.” You replied, quickly grabbing your food and making your way back to your room.  

As soon as you left the kitchen you felt much better. You couldn't shake that off feeling you have coursing through your blood. “You need me to come over?” Noah offered, he wouldn’t want you to be alone especially if you were scared or had an uneasy feeling about it. You didn’t want Noah to have to drive so late it was turning to be 12:00 am and you knew he wanted to get some work done in the morning.  

“It’s Okay, I should be okay, I think I just need to stop watching so many horror movies” you joked back. Attempting to lighten the mood a bit. Noah on the other side was a little worried about you. You did sound distracted from the conversation halfway through the phone call.  

The clock resting on your bedroom wall was looking to strike 2:00am. This made you cut off Noah feeling bad for keeping him up so late.  

“Sorry, I did not realize how late it was.” You apologize not wanting to keep Noah awake or causing him to oversleep and miss something. “It’s okay, doll. I will let you get some sleep. Call me if you need anything. You know that though” Noah teased.  

You hang up the phone, tossing it to the side. You loved talking to Noah and bonding over time. Feeling a yawn coming, you moved your plate of your eaten food on your desk. “I’ll take it down tomorrow” you mumbled to yourself.  

Making your way back into bed. Slipping in between the sheets, curling up and getting comfortable. Mind wandering around. Nothing in mind, just drifting off to sleep.  

She looks so beautiful sleeping, capturing a picture isn't wrong. Her beauty radiates so brightly, and she can't see it. It’s such a shame.  

“Don’t worry, baby, you’ll come around soon” a quiet voice whispered into the dark, a hand gently grazing your cheek as you curled deeper into your sheets. The touch tickling your cheek lightly. 

Deciding to just stay in your bunk and not face the issues of the night, you turn over. Forcing your eyes shut, you didn’t want to have to explain and dig up something you surely wanted to forget about. This was supposed to stay in that town. Buried and forgotten.  

Noah was aware that you were awake, he could hear you mumbling to yourself. He knew that you didn’t want to talk about it right now. If it had brought that strong of a reaction from you, he didn't blame you for wanting to be alone or for not wanting to talk about it.  

Noah knew for sure he wanted to help you; he needed to help you. Moving out from his bunk he makes his way to the other room where everyone else was chatting. Not wanting to burden the mood of the rest of the night. It will be handled tomorrow; they have the day off and can hang out together. 

----- 

Dear, Reader 

I have missed you  

I hope you didn't forget me while I was away 

It’s okay though, I am here to protect you, don't worry  

No one can get you 

Not while I am here, remember  

I am your God  

What I say, goes 

What I want, I get 

And you, my love, will be mine 

sincerely, your Love 

A rosary, letter, and rose is left to lay in your bunk. Where you spent some of your nights, laying in the dark reliving memories and thoughts. Silent cries and guilt. The tour bus is quiet, only sounds to be heard are the creaking of the floor under the heavy footsteps.  

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[pinksmonkey]

Posting my Ultimate Byler Evidence/Analysis List here directly because it probably makes it more convenient and I should have done this a while ago. XD

There is so much proof for Byler being endgame in S5 of Stranger Things. They are so cute together, and so much in the show has been building up to their relationship. I just wanted to share some of my favourite Byler analyses, because they are so cool, detailed, and in-depth. I love reading about all the hints, symbolism, and subtext for Byler, it's amazing how much thought must have been put into all these things. Why go through all the effort of adding these details if they aren't actually going anywhere with them? Mike is so queercoded, and they are truly in love with each other.

🫥 Just gonna leave some good Byler analyses here 🤐

Most of the links go to written Tumblr posts, and a couple of them are Reddit posts. So it's a lot of reading. If you prefer watching videos over reading, I highlighted my Byler YouTube playlist in green so it's easy to find.

And apologies for any of the links that aren't working, I know some of the posts have been deleted now sadly, but there's no way I'm re-numbering all these so I'm just leaving them in. My fellow Bylers, please stop deleting your amazing posts. ;-;

So anyway, here is the list of some of my favourite Byler evidence/analyses of all time (not in any particular order):

1. Mike's Season 4 Monologue To El

2. Camera Roll Byler Proof Part 3

3. Mike's Monologue and Milkvan

4. Mostly Byler Post Index

5. Dawson's Creek Parallel

6. "My Experience With Stranger Things"

7. What Ollie Learned From Film School

8. Byler Music Analysis

9. Why Don't The Duffers Discuss This?

10. ST Theories Masterpost

11. If Byler Isn't Endgame Then Someone Screwed Up

12. Byler Crumbs From The Cast and Crew

13. Favourite Combination of Endgame Byler Proof

14. I Doubt Byler Then I Remember This

15. The Fact That We Have This Interview

16. You Know Your Ship is Endgame When

17. Mostly Byler Post Index 2

18. Losing Hope Of Byler Endgame?

19. Why I Think Byler is Endgame

20. So Many Thoughts on This

21. Mike's Wall Art

22. Painting Miscommunication Leading to Mike's Monologue Coded

23. Yes, That Scene Did Foreshadow Mike's Monologue as Disingenuous

24. Mike's Monologue Didn't Sit Right With Me

25. Blue And Yellow Pen

26. That Tweet Is So Sweet

27. Heart Eyes, Literally

28. "My Process of Realizing Byler is Real"

29. Looking at Will, Not El

30. High School Musical Parallel

31. Said It Before and I'll Say It Again

32. Delusional Milkdud?

33. ST Writers Twitter Analysis 1

34. ST Writers Twitter Analysis 2

35. For When You Are Doubting Byler

36. Is Mike Bi or Gay?

37. Fully Convinced

38. The Ultimate Byler Playlist (my Byler YouTube playlist)

39. 100% Confident

40. Mike in S4 and S2

41. Mike Is Angry With Himself

42. It's Been A Year, Mike

43. Rink-O-Mania Remodel

44. The Development Of Will And Mike's Relationship

45. Mike's Lies

46. El Was Holding So Much In

47. Flickergate + Lettergate

48. Did Mike Ever Like El Romantically?

49. Mike Is Stupid

50. Byler Won't Write Itself

51. What's The Alternative Explanation?

52. Comparing Mileven and Byler

53. It Was Always About Them

54. Mike Is Not Ok

55. He Has A Love Interest

56. Will's Happy Ending

57. Trying To Be Normal

58. It's Not That Milevens Are Homophobic

59. Byler Is Reality

60. A Proper Look At El's Shrine To Mike

61. Mileven Through The Seasons

62. Suspicious

63. I Can't Doubt Byler

64. D&D Soulmates

65. Let's Talk Phones

66. Not Delusional

67. What Do They Want?

68. The Main Character

69. Mike's Mental Health

70. So Close

71. This Look Confirms Byler Isn't One Sided

72. Mileven Is Bones

73. They Don't Care About Mileven?

74. The Airport Hug Will Always Be Famous

75. The Monologue Mystery, Why Did They Lose?

76. The Cabin Scene

77. Why Couldn't Mike Say It For 2 Seasons?

78. He Was Trying To Find Will

79. Mike The Surfer Boy

80. Mike Definitely Shows Attraction To Girls

81. The Cast Knows

82. Mileven Loses On All Fronts

83. The Bouquet

84. 53 Minutes And 5 Seconds

85. Pink Panther

86. El And Choice

87. Will's Spotify Playlist

88. He'll Come Crawling Back To You, Begging For Forgiveness

89. Mike's Character Arc Prediction

90. It's The Same Look

91. Will's Truly Happy Ending

92. That's The Same Look, Right?

93. You're The Heart

94. Mike And El's Relationship In S4 Was Really Weird

95. Fireworks Parallel

96. Mileven Has Been Built Up For 4 Seasons

97. Not Stupid: The Fate of Mileven and Byler

98. This Suddenly Makes So Much Sense

99. Metaphors In Filmmaking

And unfortunately Tumblr will only let me add 100 links per post, so when I've posted part 2 of this list, I'll link it here: Part 2

[twopoppies]

https://www.tumblr.com/twopoppies/780183307693555712/happy-8-years-sign-of-the-times-i-love-his-muscle?source=share

Storytime here:

I remember the first time I listened to Sign of the Times—I was 15. I had woken up super early to hear it before going to school. It was such a special moment because it was the first time I was hearing Harry post-1D, and I’ve always had a soft spot for him.

I remember by the end of the song, I was a mess, literally in tears haha. Up until that point, no song had ever hit me like that emotionally, and I just knew I wanted to follow Harry’s solo journey.

But then life happened, the fandom started to split more and more, and naturally I drifted away—from the fandom, the boys, and Harry.

I think the only thing I saw of him during that time was the whole spitgate video, which I swear was more talked about than the actual movie haha. I hadn’t even listened to his newer music or any of the boys'.

Time kept passing, Liam left, and just like I drifted away naturally, now I’ve found my way back.

I decided to catch up on everything I missed while I was away. And of course, I’ve never stopped—and will never stop—believing in larry’s love.

One of the things that’s surprised me the most is how much Harry has grown, both as an artist and a person. Since I was away for a while, that change is so clear to me now, and honestly, I couldn't be prouder of him.

It’s kinda funny, because when you compare the then and now, you can still see the essence of 16-year-old Harry, but now he’s way more grounded and wise—and you can totally hear that in his music.

When I listened to Fine Line and then Harry’s House, I felt that same emotional pull I had when I first heard SOTT. And even more than that, the songs really resonate with me. It felt like he was hugging me through this new stage of my life.

I mean, I wish I had been around for the release of both albums, but I think the experience wouldn’t have been the same. I feel like that break was something I really needed.

And about Harry—it’s honestly wild and amazing to see everything he’s accomplished as an artist. But what I value most is that if you take away all the fame, sales and records, you’re still left with this amazing, sensitive, wise, brave, funny, weird human who’s handled all of it with so much grace—and has been open to getting help when he needs it.

Also, as a future therapist, I obviously appreciate the work his therapist has done—but I admire so much how Harry’s really committed to the process himself.

Anyway, I just wanted to share that. I’m really happy to be back, even though it’s a little sad to see how divided the fandom feels now compared to how strong and united it once was.

Still, I’m excited to experience the release of HS4 and LT3 with this little community now.

Thanks for still being here Gina!

I would like to print it out and send it to every person who comes into my inbox whining about how Harry has changed, how he's so fake, how he only cares about money and fame, blah, blah, blah.

I'm so glad you're back and that you can see and appreciate how much he's accomplished professionally and personally ("I see how hard you've worked to be yourself," as Louis said). And congratulations on your studies. It's wonderful to know someone with so much compassion and insight is entering that field.

[mazosstuff]

Heartsteel boys × classical singer!reader

Pairings: Aphelios, Ezreal, Sett, Kayn, Yone, K'sante (separately) × gn reader

Cw: maybe reader being a little insecure?

Words: 1.1 k

Aphelios

• You sometimes forget he's in the house, so, thinking you're alone, you start singing a little.

• You were no master at it so it was a little hard for you to say if you were singing with your throat or not, and that was one of his reasons why you never sang infront of him, but following some advices from your vocal coach helped alot.

• You were cooking something when you remembered the part of an opera you did when you didn't know Phel.

• Not noticing him, you started singing the solo and, my my, our boy was shocked.

• He realised you didn't know he was there, but he just stared at you awestruck.

• You never raised your voice in front of him, but to hear it so loudly, he was certainly amazed by it. (Doesn't mean that you were screaming, but it is pretty loud when someone sings right next to you, been there, done that myself)

• It was powerful, and even if he didn't understand a word of what you said, he still thought it was beautiful.

After ending your solo, you turned around and saw him, completely frozen in the spot.

Your cheeks went red

"Phel!" You exclaimed. "I didn't know you were home."

He grabbed his phone and wrote on the notes: do it again

"You... wanna hear me sing?" He nodded his head.

"And to think people say I'm too loud when I sing like this... don't you mind?" He shook his head to indicate a no.

Ezreal

• He kinda knew you sang a little, but he never knew what kind of genre you would be into.

• When you heard their song for the first time, you liked it a lot, so he thought your favourite genre of music must be electronic or pop.

• Truth to be told, you were really versatile with your taste in music.

• You two have a shared playlist where you once put an aria by accident, and you didn't notice until he told you.

"Babe, do you listen to classical music?" You stared at him. How did he know?

"Yeah... I usually sing it too..."

"Shut up, let me hear you! I wanna hear you sing the one you put in our playlist."

Panic. Total fucking panic. What if he didn't like it? What if you messed up the high note? What if...?

"Okay" you finally gave in.

"Let me just prepare a little... I don't wanna hurt my vocal cords."

After preparation, you started. Your heart pounded like crazy.

All went smoothly. You were so scared of having a voice crack but it never happened.

He got his yellow glasses and put them on his face just to push them down (like the scene in the MV).

"Why didn't you tell me I have a soulmate who sings better than me?"

"What...?"

"You can do high notes and everything! I need to tell this to everyone! My soulmate is already special by themselves, but this? You're amazing!"

Sett

• I feel like his mother would turn up the volume of the radio whenever classical music was put.

• He usually rolled his eyes when he was younger, but with age he started to understand the work and the vocal training people put to reach those levels. He respected it.

• Once you were going somewhere so he turned on the radio to put some music and the station the radio was on was the one of classical music.

• Before he could change the station you started singing.

• He secretly started to record you.

• He was impressed to say the least.

You looked over to him. "Delete that. Now."

"Oh come on, babe. You have millions of videos of me singing. Why can't I have one of you?"

"Touché..."

"Do you think I can sing whatever you sang now?"

"Do you wanna end up like Phel?"

"Omg, no"

"Then don't"

Kayn

• Bro rolls his eyes whenever he hears the words classical and music put together.

• He will pretend to throw up whenever you make him listen to a song that's not rock, pop, metal, or anything that doesn't have fast rhythm.

• One time it happened that you found a recording of you singing.

• He wanted to listen to make fun of your taste in music, but he was...

• He couldn't understand.

• Something he thought was lame just became... angelic.

"So... what do you think...?"

"It's okay, I guess"

"Wait... you are telling me that you liked it? Kayn, sweety, are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine. And what's with the sweety now? Don't say that again"

So, under that façade of the bad boy, there is a golden heart after all.

Yone

• He listens to the classic music playlists on spotify. You can't tell me otherwise.

• Would be delighted to know that you two shared this little interest.

• Would let you sing him to sleep if he allowed himself to rest.

• Once, because you had a minor argument, you slept in separate rooms.

• He couldn't sleep so tried with the music he had saved of spotify but nothing worked.

He knocked at your door.

"What?" You asked him, still pretty pissed off, but probably because of the tiredness and the sadness.

"I can't sleep."

"Me neither"

"Can... can you sing me that one melody you sing me everytime?"

"Can't you just listen it on your own?"

"Why deprive myself of the better version when I have it right in front of me?" The reality was that he needed your voice and not some of a stranger.

If your body wasn't a solid, it would have melted right there.

"Fine..."

(But no seriously, how can you not love this man)

K'Sante

• He would start humming with you some famous pieces.

• I don't know why but I have the feeling that he also has heard somethings so he has a basic knowledge of classical music.

• He asked why didn't you join a choir yet. With your talent, you should.

• He once tried sneaking up on you while you were reading a music sheet.

• With how scared you were you hit a high note that wasn't even in your range, or at least you thought it wasn't.

• The man was too stunned to speak.

"Did you just...?"

"I didn't even know that was in my range..."

"What were you reading anyway? Did you join a choir?" He gasped in excitement.

"Yeah... I followed your advice. It's actually more welcoming than I thought it would be"

"I'm so happy you're comfortable there!" He picked you up and hugged you.

A/n: Hi there! Paranoia has been stuck in my mind for quite some time, so I thought I might write something for the boys from the perspective of someone who grew up in a family of musicians and professional classical singers.

Riot... you gotta tell me why do you create them, make them drop a banger, and make them disappear into thin air.

I am waiting for a comeback of both K/DA and True Damage.

I hope you liked this! As always, requests are open. Check my pinned post!

[lilbluustar]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ happy birthday, my love

pairing— wonbin x fem!reader

warnings and content— fluff, smut (minors dni), nipple play, oral (f), unprotected sex (don't do it!!).

wc: 1.3k

note: this is the first time i write something a bit more explicit, i had been writing other things like that but they don't quite convince me haha, you'll probably see them later (or not, idk) but i'll be working on it! btw: happy birthday to my handsome doll!! <3

i usually write this kind of stuff when i'm about to sleep, so there are probably grammar mistakes or sometimes my keyboard changes some words because it's set in spanish. if you notice any , let me know please!!!! lol

from early on, chaos reigned in your head.

everything had to be perfect.

with the whole riize, we had arranged to surprise wonbin in a beautiful private garden, decorated with warm lights, white flowers and a long table with a buffet of his favorite dishes. the idea was to do something intimate, meaningful and special, something that would show him how much we love and appreciate him.

but, like everything in life, things didn't go so smoothly.

the cake almost fell over when it was delivered, the decorations were delayed because the company was late, and the projector where we wanted to show him a video with messages from everyone was almost useless. your stress level was through the roof, but you couldn't give up, meanwhile, wonbin was still in the music studio, unsuspecting. sungchan played his role perfectly, telling him that he had to go to an address for a “meeting” and telling the other guys to make it sound more credible.

despite the inconveniences, everything was ready on time. the table looked beautiful, the lighting created a warm atmosphere and all riize were excited, but you... you were nervous on another level. your heart was pounding because you didn't know how you were going to react. and then, the moment came.

minutes that seemed like forever passed until, finally, wonbin arrived.

he stood static.

his big bobba eyes opened a little wider, his mouth half-opened, and his expression went from surprise to disbelief.

“you... did you do this?” he asked in the softest voice in the world, still in shock.

and in that instant, you understood.

he thought you were upset.

the day before, you'd had a small argument, nothing serious, but enough to make the “happy birthday” message you sent him in the morning sounds rude. because of that, he never imagined you would prepare this for him.

his lips trembled slightly, and within seconds, tears began to pool in his big eyes.

your heart melted.

you ran to him, hugged him with all your might and, without thinking, kissed his plump lips tenderly.

“happy birthday, my love.”

he hugged you tight, hiding his face in your neck, clinging to you as if he never wanted to let go.

“i can't believe you did all this... i don't deserve it.”

“of course you deserve it, bin.” you stroked his cheek and saw his eyes sparkle with excitement.

the riize guys came over to congratulate him, patting him on the back, hugging him and joking with him. excitement turned to laughter and joy, and we spent our time enjoying the buffet, sharing an amazing moment.

every time you looked at him, his sparkling little eyes would return a silent “thank you”.

and all night long, he didn't let go of your hand for a single second.

🌼🌼🌼

after a day full of emotions, you came back home together. wonbin was still holding your hand entwined in his, as if he was afraid you were going to fade away.

“you keep surprising me,” he murmured as he plopped down on the couch, still moved.

you sat down next to him and pulled out a small box wrapped in black paper with a gold ribbon.

“still missing your birthday present.”

he looked at you tenderly, taking the box carefully.

“you already gave me the best present in the world.”

“this one is different.”

his eyes softened with curiosity as he untied the bow and opened the box.

inside the box was a watch he had wanted for months, he had never told you he wanted it, but once he left some windows on his computer looking for that watch, apparently it was almost always out of stock, so you set yourself the challenge of buying it, and was it odyssey to get it.

he was silent for a moment, admiring it with a soft smile, impressed, but instead of saying something, his eyes lifted to meet yours, full of emotion, gratitude and something else... something deeper.

“how did you know i wanted it, i... i mean... come here” he murmured softly, tugging gently on your wrist until you ended up sitting on his legs, our faces inches apart.

his hand went up to your cheek, caressing it with his thumb before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours in a slow kiss, full of tenderness.

but soon, that gentleness turned into something more intense.

the kiss deepened, his tongue began to play with yours, his lips began to move with more need, and his hands slid around your waist, drawing you closer to him. your fingers tangled in his hair, feeling his breathing grow heavier against your lips.

you could feel his pent-up desire in every touch, in how his body sought you out, leaving no room to pull away. each kiss became more demanding, more desperate, as if he wanted to show you with every touch how much this moment meant to him.

“i love you,” he whispered against your mouth before kissing you again, deeper, more intensely.

“i love you,” he repeated, his voice trembling, as his hands roamed every corner of your skin with devotion.

began to unbutton your blouse, button by button, with infinite patience, in contrast, your movements were evidently a little more accelerated, which caused him to let out a small laugh.

“calm down love, we have the whole night to ourselves” he whispered before bringing one of his warm hands up to your breast.

you began to rub yourself on his lap, after the stress of the whole day, you finally felt like you could let yourself go. his gentle caresses were torturing you, unclasping your bra, he took one of your sensitive and needy nipples into his mouth, increasing and decreasing the rhythm of his tongue while with the other one he swirled it with his fingers.

unable to wait any longer and with great difficulty because the pleasure prevented you from acting consciously, you took off his shirt, then proceeded to unbutton and release his hard erection, caressing his pink mushroom head with the tips of your fingers, then making a quick back and forth motion along its length.

wonbin began to let out small, soft moans that drove you crazy, without expecting it, he lifted you off his lap, pulling down his pants along with his underwear quickly and proceeded to do the same with your skirt, leaving only your panties on, he sat back down on the couch, bringing your heat close to his lips, running his fingers torturously through your still covered folds.

"so wet, so needy of me" he whispered sending a shiver through your entire body. when suddenly, he pulled off your panties and began to devour you just like he knew how to do it, you were unable to stand firm on your legs, your only support was running your fingers through the soft strands of his hair.

"bin... let me... please you, it's your birthday" you said with difficulty.

wonbin cleared his eyes from your wet pussy for a moment, connecting his big eyes with yours, his lips were more swollen and shiny, a worthy image that you would wish to capture for your whole life.

"you're already doing it" he said to go back to playing with your sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue, it didn't take long for your release to come and he savored it.

with your legs shaking, unable to hold yourself up any longer, he laid you down on the couch, while he aligned his aching erection at your wet and sensitive entrance.

melted into one, letting the emotions of the day, happiness, surprise and love become the driving force behind each caress. it felt different this time, as if each touch had an even deeper meaning.

every time he looked at you, he saw in your eyes something beyond desire.

it was pure love, real love.

and in the midst of it all, as their bodies intertwined, he kept whispering...

“i love you, i love you, i love you.”

hope u liked it, if you made it this far, thank you, ilysm <3

[antiquitea]

I AM THREE DAYS OUT FROM THESE PHOTOS BEING TAKEN AND I STILL CAN'T QUITE BELIEVE THIS NIGHT HAPPENED.

(please do not repost my photos)

so!! i had the pleasure of seeing atta boy in toronto on october 22 and it was amazing in every conceivable way. they opened for richy mitch & the coal miners.

as i was waiting outside, i was mostly texting mr. megan; his work day had just ended so he was catching me up. i was first in the outside line (the venue is also a bar so there was a small inside line as well), so i was a couple of feet away from the security guard. i saw this guy walk up to them in the peripheral of my vision, but didn't think anything of it. just someone asking if it was the line for the gig or saying that they just wanted to get a beer.

the blue carhartt pants should've given it away.

i was so close to lewis that i could've reached out and touched him. and i definitely stood there for a moment just like 😲 as i watched him go inside the bar. he was wearing a blue cap, a red shirt, and of course those blue carhartt pants.

when i got into the horseshoe tavern i did the usual wandering i do at a gig. grabbed a beer, scoped out the stage, and checked out the merch table. atta boy merch wasn't being sold yet, so i was just having my beer and walking around.

and then ... i saw lewis sitting at the back of the venue in a booth by himself, having a beer and on his phone (like texting or something). there was a part of me that said "megan, don't bother him. he goes on in an hour and probably just wants to chill." but another part of me thought "if he doesn't want to be bothered or if the vibes are off you can just fuck off. no big. no hard feelings."

well!

i wandered over, and was midway through saying, "excuse me, lewis? could i bother you for a moment?" and he was already looking up at me and gesturing to the chair next to him. "yes, of course you can bother me!" he said.

(some paraphrasing is ultimately imminent)

i sat down next to him and said something along the lines of how i really loved and appreciated all of his art - his acting, his music - and thanked him so much for sharing that with us. i told him that i wasn't going to get into the details, but that the last year was really shitty for me and that his art helped me a lot, and brought me a lot of comfort. his face lit up and he said, "oh my god, that's so sweet. that's so kind. that's why i do this! thank you!"

then he asked me my name, and proceeded to keep saying it throughout our conversation (at one point i said "okay, you need to stop saying my name so much because you're giving me butterflies" and he laughed). he then asked if i "lived around here" and i told him that no, i lived in halifax.

"halifax? that's far!"

i told him that yes it was 😂 but that i really wanted to see his band, so i'd flown in earlier in the day, and that it was totally worth the trip! "it means so so much to me that you would travel all that way to come see us! really, that's so sweet! thank you!"

i asked if he would be cool taking a couple of selfies and he was already taking his cap off, and he said that it was absolutely cool! he mentioned that it was kinda dark so we might have to use flash. i told him that flash and i weren't great friends (i blink a lot and get pretty shiny), and he laughed. we got a couple of really good photos! (the first one up above).

i told him about my bestie @wildbornsiren, who wanted to be there so badly and couldn't make it, and asked if he would be cool saying hi to her? lewis said he was down with that, and we recorded a sweet little video for her where he said hi to her.

lewis then said to me, "you know, when i think of halifax i think of stan rogers." rogers was a popular folk artist from the area, and while he's a big name, i was kinda surprised that lewis knew who he was! not to flex, but based on his spotify playlists we have similar tastes in music so i shouldn't have been that shocked.

i said that i "fuckin' love stan rogers!" and we talked about him and his music for a little bit. after gushing over our mutual love of stan rogers, i said, "if you like stan rogers and his type of music, you should really check out joel plaskett. he's from the area too, plays music in a similar style as stan, super prolific - highly recommend!"

i had to spell joel's last name a couple of times for him (the bar was kinda loud), but he may or may not be a joel plaskett fan now, who's to say!

i thanked him again for taking the time to chat with me, and he shook my hand and said, "hey, if the selfies didn't turn out come find me after the show and we can take some more." to which i replied, "i will!"

then lewis added, "i really hope i can see you after the show!"

we parted ways, and i found my place in front of the stage, a little off to the side. the place was packed! i'd actually never heard of richy mitch & the coal miners until atta boy announced that they were touring with them, and i had no idea they were kind of a big name because the place was filling up fast!

atta boy's set was amazing! of course i wish it had been longer, but they played a bunch of my faves so i was absolutely thrilled by that. poor eden was just getting over a cold, so her voice was a little strained at times, but she still did fantastic! the rest of the crowd was absolutely in love with them. if they weren't fans before the gig, i'm pretty sure they left as such.

(i posted some photos of lewis specifically here)

after their set i went to the merch table that dashel was working and bought a hoodie. we chatted for a little bit, i told them that the set was fantastic and thanked them so much. they thanked me for coming and said that they hoped i had a great rest of my night. 😊

during richy mitch & the coal miners' set, i went up to the bar to get another drink, only to see the bartender already heineken for me haha! it's so nice to be seen. lewis was also at the bar, but like three or four people away from me. but he glanced over, saw me, came over, and said "hey megan!"

i am dying from glee. "hey lewis!"

he propped his arm against the bar and leaned against it, and asked, with this big fuckin' grin on his face, "what did you think of the set? was it worth coming out to toronto for?"

i am flabbergasted that a) this was happening, and b) that he genuinely seemed interested. i said, "oh my god it was so good. i enjoyed it so much. it was such an honour to see y'all live."

he told me that i was so sweet, and then asked, "how did the selfies turn out?"

i replied, "pretty good! i have t-rex kinda arms, so sometimes it's difficult for me to get people who are taller than me in frame. but they're great!"

lewis laughed and then looked at his own arms. "i have t-rex arms too."

i laughed and said, "oh, no you don't!" NOT EVEN THINKING i reached out and touched his arm. MEGAN. DO NOT FLIRT WITH LEWIS PULLMAN. YOU ARE IN DANGER, GIRL.

he was laughing and said, "well, i'll take them!" he grabbed my phone, and asked "do we want flash or do we not want flash?"

"no flash. it's kind of my enemy because i get really shiny."

he took a couple of pictures and there was flash, and was like "wait ... we didn't want flash." so together, while he was holding my phone, we were pressing my screen together trying to figure out how to turn it off. our hands kept touching and i was... really trying not to spontaneously combust.

(hiding my face in this one because i'm not a fan of it, but his is darling)

after he handed my phone back to me, he said, "let's see how they turned out!"

i was scrolling through them and he leaned over and said, "oh these are really good!" i landed on the one above and he chuckled and said, "i really like that one!"

i don't like my face in it, but i'm laughing and clearly so so happy, and said, "you know what? i like that one too."

i asked if he would mind signing something for me, and he said that he didn't mind at all, that he'd love to sign something for me. he was putting his ballcap on (because he's such a gentleman who took his hat off for our pictures), and it was a little askew when he asked "do you have a pen?"

gonna need this dude to stop being so darling.

i did, and pulled out some bar napkins i'd stuffed in my purse earlier and asked if this was good. lewis laughed a little and nodded saying that a napkin was great.

i was just expecting a signature, so as he's writing this little novella above it, i'm like "oh my god, you don't have to do this." and he kinda giggled like it was some kind of big secret. "what are you writing, you sweet man?" i asked, and he giggled again!!

lewis handed me the bar napkin and i gave it a quick read and said, "thank you so much. this is so sweet!"

he leaned against the bar again for a moment and said, "it so means the world to me that you travelled all that way to come see us, and that you had a good time."

and then, before i'm truly aware of what's happening, he leaned in (and crouched because i'm a full foot shorter than he is), and wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me so close to him and squeezed, rubbed my back. and again thanked me so much for coming out, meant the world, made his night.

y'all. getting a hug from lewis pullman may have cured my depression. like it was an actual hug.

i, on the verge of flying into space from joy, thanked him again for everything that night, and he said, "you are so welcome! i hope i can see you again!"

LEWIS WHAT ARE WE.

i, very drunk on elation and a little drunk on beer, blew him a kiss, and he smiled and put his hands over his heart. i floated away back into the crowd, and tried to not just scream with happiness.

and that, my friends, is how lewis pullman damn near killed me.

[procyonloser]

After the fall of Lucifer and the first humans, before the creation of the replacement population (which similarly went to shit) more and more of Heaven began to grow tempted by the promise of living a unique life. A life they could choose for themselves, regardless if it was good or bad, a life where they didn't have to be a specific way.

Marcus was one such angel - he had a minor position, angelic organ player #573, that was what he was meant to do. Forever. But, Marcus wanted to play the drums, he wanted to be bright and loud. So, Marcus fell to hell, nearly rejoicing when he first felt horns poking out of his skull, knocking off his halo.

Life in hell wasn't particularly good, and he had his fair share of vices, but he played the fucking drums in one of the most popular bands in the fucking seven rings.

Which, led him here.

King Lucifer Morningstar sat across from Marcus, smiling widely, but it was static and he looked almost like a painting. It felt wrong, beautiful, but wrong. And, speaking of beauty, Queen Lilith sat beside him, prim and properly posed, a famous musician in her own right. On his other side, lounged Eve, who acted a bit like an enforcer in Hell. The strongest under Lucifer, she also looked the most demonic, changed from her human form. She didn't have horns, but Marcus had seen a video of many mouths opening across get body and eating a sinner whole.

He looked up to all of them.

"Marcus," Lucifer started, tone presuming friendship between the two, but they'd never spoken. "How are you doing? How's the band doing? The, ah, last gig was in Gluttony?"

"... It was wicked... sir." Marcus said slowly, trying to not upset the King, while reminiscing on the event. It'd been a packed studio, he'd seen so very many flashed tits, and Adam was phenomenal as always. There was no one like him, who had his range, his voice, and his skills across all musical instruments, while carrying an effortless lead man persona. He'd looked stunning too, he was getting more comfortable around people, showing more skin.

"Adam probably told you about it." Marcus added, feeling that was fairly safe. Adam lived with them in the castle, when he wasn't on tour. All the humans seemed fairly close, though admittedly, Adam was the least so.

"He told us something, alright..." Eve said, tapping her sharp fingers on the table, though one hand had noticeably much shorter blunt nails.

"You're fond of him, yes?" Lilith asked, tilting her head, and Marcus realized what must have happened. He'd gotten a bit high, and made a move on Adam, he'd kissed him, gotten a bit handsy, but Adam had just pushed him away effortlessly. He was significantly stronger than Marcus.

"I guess so, I mean... Who wouldn't?" Marcus asked. "He's amazing. I just thought he might want to have a little fun, is all. I know he's not with anyone else right now."

Lucifer's grin somehow got wider, until the split of his lips reached the full edges of his face, and it was hard for Marcus to see any angelic features left in him. "Is that so?"

"That is because of us, and our careful watch." Lilith said slowly, almost condescendingly. "Adam is ours, you see. He is our treasure, he was made for each of us. We will, of course, protect that covenant, whether he likes it or not."

Marcus began to feel a tingle on the back of his neck that he'd never really felt before. Hair standing on end.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Marcus blurted out, all four eyes wide.

"Adam is a virgin," Lucifer said simply. "He is ours."

Marcus blinked, and suddenly realized he couldn't move, he was pinned to the chair, shadows with teeth and eyes were holding him in place.

"You won't be touching him again." Eve purred, leaning across the table, as the shadows spread around him.

"Don't worry, Adam won't know what happened to you." Marcus looked across the table to where Lucifer had been, and instead found himself looking back at him.

Adam grumbled, falling onto the couch in the castle. It wasn't like he was into Marcus like that, but he wanted to be, fuck he wanted to get laid, but it seemed like every single fucking time someone showed interest in him, they got cold feet and fucked off.

Fingers ran through his hair, and after a few thousand years, he knew they were Lily's. "Problems?" Lilith asked softly.

"My fucking bandmate told me he quits." Adam mumbled into a pillow. "After he acted like he wanted me. Why can't I just find someone who wants with me what you and Lucifer have?"

Adam didn't voice all of his feelings, why couldn't Lilith or Eve love him in that way. He'd been happy to stay with them after coming to Hell, with the idea of finding someone who would love him, not be just assigned to him like heaven had wanted - but, it still stung. Lucifer and Lilith had Charlie not long ago, and he loved taking care of the little ankle biter, but Adam wanted that for himself. He didn't want to complain to them about it though, seem like he didn't want to be here, or make then feel guilty. They'd been open with him on Earth about everything.

Adam didn't think they'd lie to him.

"Sweet man, don't worry." Lilith said in a soft melodic voice that dragged him down into slumber. "You'll be adored and loved, treasured and worshiped, held and never let go... not ever."

Adam closed his eyes, feeling her touch on his scalp, falling asleep to dreams of warm summer night skies.

[chris-hallelujah]

PopStar!Reader x BF!Matt head cannons

Word Count: 460 words (super short I'm sorry!!)

A/N: I have seen the pop star!reader concept floating around a good bit lately, but all ideas are my own and I do not consent to anyone posting this on another platform. Go check out @sleepysturn for her singer!reader content <3

-- Billie

Matt who is dating pop star reader and...

Attends almost every one of your concerts.

Matt definitely attends all of your California and New England shows. He also is at any other show he can make work with his schedule. There is nothing he loves more than watching you shine on stage doing what you love. He also will throw out t shirts and merch into the crowd before you go on stage.

Wants all the focus on you.

Since you and Matt started dating, it was bound to happen that there would be overlap with your fan bases. It isn't uncommon for fans to be watching and recording him at your concerts. He has been recorded multiple times waving to fans and pointing to you on stage, "Don't look at me, look at her! She's doing so good!"

Protects you from paparazzi.

Matt knows how overwhelming the paparazzi can be. He always has your hand or has his arm around you as you weave your way through the flashing cameras (think Taylor and Travis). He'll use his jacket to block their shots or flip them off to give them shots they can't use on days that you feel particularly overwhelmed. You used to walk around with security all of the time, but now you have Matt.

Is in your top Spotify listeners.

Matt's Spotify wrapped is literally just your songs over and over. He always has your music on in the background. He plays your music when he streams so more people can hear you. And for the songs you wrote for him??? Forget about it, he can't get enough of it. Chris and Nick love your music too but even if they didn't they would know all of the words from Matt playing it so much.

Supports you like nobody else.

Matt can often be seen wearing your merch. When you're up for an award, Matt is constantly sharing the voting link to get people to support you. You're in the peak of your career and he couldn't be more proud of you.

Is amazed by your song writing process.

You and Matt are both creative in different ways. He, obviously, flourishes in the environment of content creation, but isn't musical. You on the other hand, are not as good at coming up with video ideas, but you play multiple instruments. Matt will sit and watch you write new songs, absolutely enchanted by how you do it with such ease. Without you knowing, he will record as you work through different lyrics and rhythms. He also loves when you ask for his opinion. He knows how important your music is to you and the fact that you trust him enough to ask for his thoughts melts his heart.

[nanasrealities]

⚡️ : "talking 'bout you, talking 'bout us."

From your lovely ask list! I love the fun gossip 👀

𝓢HIFTING ⟢ ASK GAME 𖦹

my beautiful, lovely, amazing mutual !! thank you for the ask ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

⚡️ :: rumors — what are some rumors going around about you? any recent scandals about dating someone? how do celebrity news outlets react to the rumors? how about fans?

CIRCULATING — since dream academy will only just end once I shift there , a perfect world would mean no rumors going around just yet. But alas, most of our fans so far are kpop fans—the messy kind, of course—therefore it's only natural for them to find a problem with something about the final line up, even before we were chosen.

001. " My Brutally Honest Opinion on Each Dream Academy Contestant So Far..." ▹ YouTube 126.9k views

This video was messy, to say the least. To summarize: the creator went on a 30 minute rant about each contestant on the show, giving their very honest opinion about us based on our first appearances. It was posted a couple hours after the first episode aired and to say they were quick with it would be an understatement. I find myself on Twitter during one of my breaks from training and I see me—quite literally—at the center of a discussion between viewers of DA: "Did Yuuna really deserve her spot on Dream Academy?" ... According to the post, "Yuuna doesn't have enough experience in the [music] industry to participate in a show, a survival show out of everything too ... She should just stay an actress or a model or whatever instead of "joining" Dream Academy because it'll just be embarrassing when the judges stop accepting her briberies and she's one of the first-" The thread was lengthy but why I destroy my peace for people—twitter fans especially? I couldn't bring myself to care enough anyways.

002. "Aespa's Giselle and Dream Academy's Contestant Yuuna Komatsu Share Posts on Instagram, Sparking Rumors Between Netizens: "This Can Only Mean One Thing In Korea.." " ▹ Soompi.com (092623)

side note: in this reality, AESPA debuted in 2022 I wanted their concept instead of 2020.

This rumor was honestly so fun to watch . It all started when Giselle shared a photo on her Instagram wearing a white lace tank top (like the one in the photo) and a backwards cap. It was already hinted that Giselle and I had been friends since their debut era, so I didn't think much when I posted a selfie of myself wearing the same clothing pieces. Oh, how I was so wrong.. According to Soompi and Netizens , "Giselle had been in 'girlfriend' mode since Yuuna was revealed to be a contestant on Dream Academy, even going as far as commenting on posts she would personally share on the survival shows account." Honestly, we both thought it was stupid, since we were just really close friends. Then again, that photo definitely lead to a chain of events : random photos with the other's shadow peeking in the background , subtle mentions of each other during work hours, and ...questionable moments between the two of us were discovered and theories were spreading quickly. I'm pretty sure Netizens are currently sitting here practicing their shocked reactions while waiting for Dispatch to finally confirm the rumors TT.

OTHER NOTABLE RUMORS ::

003. "Is DA's Yuuna Connected to Japan's Royal Family?"

004. "Yuuna is a Robot — 10 Different Careers Before The Age of 20?!"

005. "10 Minutes of Manon's Beef with Yuuna During Dream Academy"

⤳ mind you, this started after Popstar Academy was released, not a reliable source.

[bellysoupset]

Heyy soupppp! You tagged you were requesting for Bell and Luke so maybe this could work? 😭

Luke is hanging w the guys, Jonah, Leo, Vince, and he’s already pretty out of it, and he falls asleep while the rest are playing video games or sm (idk)

When he wakes up it’s dark, he’s sweating, and he pukes on the floor. His fever is so high he’s delerious, crying, and finds Vince, he takes his temperature, panics, gets Jonah and decides he needs a hospital?

xoxo

No hospital in this one, sorry, but I think I got everything else!

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Leo was sure they were doing this for his benefit and part of him thought he should be embarrassed, but he really wasn't. He had missed spending time with his friends so much, Leo couldn't care less what had motivated their little "boys night".

It had been almost a full month since everything had gone down and he was back into therapy twice a week. His boss had pulled him aside asking if there was something she should know, thanks to his week long absence leave he had taken, but when Leo had brushed it off as just a family emergency, coupled with a hellish flu — an excuse Wendy had been happy to corroborate as his "doctor" —, she had left him alone.

His coworkers weren't as easy to convince, Leo had caught Sandy, Dean and Chuck whispering and all three of them had approached him separately to ask if everything was okay. Chuck seemed convinced it was something related to Jonah, judging by how he had squinted when Jon appeared to pick Leo up, seeming incredibly confused as if he had made up his mind about them breaking up, when nothing in reality supported that rumor.

"Yo," Vince slung an arm around Leo's neck and pressed their foreheads together, "get out of your head and help me with the beers."

"I'm not in my head," Leo bitched, following Vince to the kitchen, "I'm thinking- Oh, hi baby," he dropped to a crouched down position, finding JD happily eating away her food. The cat rubbed her head lazily against his hand, before getting back to the task, ignoring his pets.

"I said help, not come pet the kitty cat," Vince groaned, grabbing multiple beer packs and passing them along to Leo, "thanks- Luke's late. Amazing how he's never on time."

Leo snorted at the whining, then started tearing up the beer packs in order to plant the bottles on top of the table, while Vince hummed a song under his breath, making the snacks. He had shown up earlier than everyone, with his arms filled with grocery bags to prepare bruschetta and other Italian goodies.

Despite the music playing, Vince shared Leo's musical taste and they had been secretly playing Kit Howard since Luke wasn't there, they both heard Jonah outside the front door, his keys jiggling and also his voice as he talked with Luke.

"You guys started without us?" Jonah asked, stepping inside and moving straight to their sound system to change the music. No matter how quick he was, Lucas had clearly heard it, because he was frowning as he walked in.

"I brought dessert," he said in an annoyed manner, holding up a huge box of cupcakes. Behind his back, Leo cringed to Vince, gesturing how annoyed their friend was.

Vin planted his hands on his hip, "fucking finally guys, we almost lost the game!"

Leo was having a blast. They watched the soccer game while sprawled in the living room and stuffing their faces and, of course, Jonah and Luke were cheering for opposite teams, so they were yelling bloody murder at each other by the time the game ended.

Vince was down on the ground, more than a little tipsy, playing with JD and giggling, shoving Luke's leg playfully, "oh my god, sit down, you prick!"

"It was clearly a fault!"

"You're such a sore loser, Atwood, grow uuuup," Jonah retorted, planting his fingers in his ears to ignore him and Leo cackled, not lost on him how childish his fiancé was acting.

"Real Madrid would've won if your stupid team wasn't cheating," Luke glared, grabbing a cupcake angrily and shoving it entirely in his mouth.

Leo was shaking with laughter as he heard Jonah start to argue it wasn't cheating if Chelsea was simply superior. Across the room the phone was ringing, so he crawled on the couch to go grab it, giggling as he shushed the other three.

"Yeah?"

"Mr. Wagner? It's Matt, from the front desk-"

"Oh shit, hi Matt. I'm guessing the neighbors are complaining about the noise?" Leo cringed, turning down the music and heard a sigh.

"Yes, sir. I need you to tune it down and to remind you that parties are only allowed with the administration's permit," Leo rolled his eyes, he abhorred this HOA rules, but he knew Matt was only doing his job.

"I know, I'm sorry. It's not a party, we're just watching the game and they got a little riled up. We'll be quiet."

"Thank you, sir! Have a good night!"

"Thanks Matt, you too," Leo hung up, then turned to glare at the group, "shut up all of you, the neighbors are complaining about the noise."

"Him and his stupid fucking team," Luke mumbled darkly, grabbing the cupcake box and sitting down in the couch, slapping Jonah's hand sharply when the man tried getting one.

"I said, hush," Leo flicked at Luke's ear, "the Olympics are on, you guys wanna watch the gymnastics solo?"

"I thought that was yesterday!" Jonah perked up, shoving Luke's head so he could grab three cupcakes and they all settled down to watch the beautiful floor routine from Simone Biles. It was probably the one thing Luke and Jon both agreed on, so they were fairly quiet and the previous animosity melted easily.

After Olympics, they switched up to a video game and it was Leo's turn to all but hiss at Jonah, while Vince and Luke watched, since neither of them cared much about that.

They played only one round of Apex each, then switched up to Mario Kart so Vince could join, at what point Luke had already spread out in the bigger couch and was playing quietly with JD, sulking.

"Don't be a horrible loser, you're not five," Jonah passed him a controller, "stop sul-"

"I'm not sulking," Lucas groaned, pushing the controller away, "I'm sleepy, today was a long day. I think I just wanna sit here, you guys play."

They all exchanged an amused glance, Lucas was definitely sulking. However, they had learned long before to just let him ride out the poutiness, so they kept playing for another one hour and a half, when exhaustion caught up with them.

It was a Friday night, so both Vince and Luke were crashing there, their respective girlfriend (and wife) had their own thing going on, because Bella was going to NYC with Wendy so they could watch the Family Addams play.

Leo yawned, resting his head on Jonah's shoulder, "I think we should call it a night," he was pleasantly buzzed, almost in drunk territory but not quite and every surface felt so soft... He looked to his right, to Jonah, the giggles as he looked past his shoulder and saw Luke was curled up, knocked out, and JD was sleeping almost on top of his head, "that's sooo cute, Vin-"

"On it," Vince didn't need to be told, as he crawled on the rug to get a picture, fixing JD's tail so it looked like a hat on top of Luke's head, "send it in the group chat, Bella will love it."

Leo did just that, leaning fully against Jonah and not missing how burpy his boyfriend was. They stared at the screen expectantly, then Bella sent a picture of them in the traffic jam, Wendy curled up against the passenger window, wearing a sleeping mask and a thick hairband that had cat ears on top.

Bells: they're matching 🥰

Jonah snorted and Vince let out an amused huff, sending a bunch of hearts about his girlfriend, then he yawned, "let's call it a night?"

Thirty minutes later most of the trash was put away and Leo was changed into his PJs. He walked down the hallway to throw a blanket on top of Luke and retrieve his cat, pulling JD to his chest and smiling as he noticed how much she was purring.

Vince was in the guest bathroom, flossing, so Leo leaned on the door and knocked, "I got Luke some blankets and there's extras for you in the guest room-" he yawned, "and the fridge is all yours, you know the drill."

"Ioweeeill," Vince agreed, the words coming out all mangled since he was busy. Leo smiled, patting his friend's arm softly, then turned around to go to the master suite.

Jonah was in bed already, sitting up against the headboard and muffling deep burps against his fist, while JD napped on his lap.

"Beer got to you?" Leo guessed, turning off the lights and shutting the door, crawling on the bed.

"Uhm, it'll pass in a minute," Jonah's voice was all soft, he was definitely a little drunk, "come cuddle."

Leo locked their legs together, pressing his cheek to Jon's bicep and rolling on his side, so he could move his hand between smoothing JD's fur and rubbing his fiance's belly.

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Luke hadn't been feeling well since morning. That was the truth, he had felt pretty damn shitty since he opened his eyes and had even skipped gym, something he never did, in lieu of lying in bed and trying to force himself to go to work.

He had wanted nothing more than to cancel all plans, but Bella was vibrating with excitement about her plans with Wendy so he didn't want her to know he was feeling gross and consider staying behind.

It was the same logic that got him to actually show up to his night plans. He felt horrid, but it was their first time all together since the mess with Leo and Luke didn't want to mess it up. Hell, Vince was driving four hours and missing a cool weekend with his girlfriend for this, Luke could suck it up about the lethargic feeling that kept trying to pull him down.

He had chugged an energy drink on his way there and plastered a smile on, that had quickly turned into a frown thanks to all of Jonah's picking on him, but thankfully his friends had chalked that up as their usual prickliness and laughed it off.

Lucas was feeling almost proud of himself when he fell asleep to the track of his friends laughing and JD's heat near his face.

He should've known better.

Luke woke up drenched in sweat and feeling like his heart was racing, drumming in his ears. He was flat on his back on the couch and was shivering, like they had left the balcony's door open and the freezing night air was inside.

He sucked in the air, feeling more than a little desperate and... Scared? For some reason? Then his stomach lurched suddenly and Luke coughed, nearly drowning himself. He managed to roll on his side in time to retch a large stream of vomit on the ground and Luke let out a pained whine.

His throat and nose hurt, since he had almost choked, and his stomach felt awful. He was sorely regretting everything he had eaten during the night, in his effort to force normalcy. All the damn cupcakes were churning inside and he could taste the chocolate on the back of his throat...

Lucas sat up, wrapping an arm around his stomach and waiting for the room to quit spinning. HIs head felt like it weighted more than it did, lolling to the side and causing Luke to plant a hand over his lips, muffling a wet belch in it.

He didn't want to cause a mess. Well, a bigger mess. Luke grabbed on the couch and forced himself up, wavering dangerously as wooziness washed him over, then blindly moved around the room. His mouth was watering all over again and he couldn't fight a sick burp, which caused liquid fill his mouth, but he gulped it down, all but falling inside the guest bathroom.

It was like his body was painfully aware this was a safe zone, because Luke didn't even have a chance to move over to the toilet, squeezing his stomach as another cramp hit and then coughing, struggling to breathe, when the motion set off a projectile stream of vomit all over the fucking tiles and down his front.

His knees buckled and Luke curled up, more than a little disgusted and humiliated, his thoughts a wind whirl- dark spots clumping together...

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Jon woke up with a weight on his chest and it took him a minute to realize he was looking straight into his cat's big blue eyes. He frowned, blindly reaching to push her off his chest and causing the kitten to meow.

"G'away," Jonah rolled on the bed, still dizzy with sleep, snuggling up with Leo and hiding his nose in the crook of his fiancé's neck- There were whispers outside his door and he let out a sigh, rolling back so he was facing the ceiling.

"What do you mean don't tell Jonah, Luke?!" Vince's voice, louder than a whisper, filtered through the closed door and caused Jon to snort in amusement.

What were the two idiots up to?

He glanced at the bedside table clock, while JD climbed on his lap once more, nibbling at his fingertips when his hand automatically went to pet her. 3:23 AM. Definitely far too late for some secretive midnight snack.

Jonah leaned in, kissing JD between her ears, "keep daddy company," he whispered, before picking her up and slotting her in the little space that Leo left since he was curled up on his side.

The closer he got to the door, though, the less the whispers sounded humorous, turning frantic and distraught... Jonah tiptoed out of the room, hitting the hallway's light switch, "what is going on?"

Chaos erupted.

Luke let out a cry, while Vince shouted "JON!", behind him JD jumped from the bed and came to meow at his feet and Jonah's stomach reacted before he could fully realize the mess in his hallway, causing him to gag.

He swallowed, pressing a fist to his mouth, trying to piece together what was going on. Vince was crouched down in front of Luke, who had fallen flat on his back near the guest bathroom door and there was vomit... Well, everywhere. On Vince's and Luke's shirts, all over the ground near Luke's head, leading up inside the bathroom...

"Please, don't be mad..." Luke whined and Jonah's stomach froze over, not with nausea, but guilt and misplaced anger. He scoffed, shaking his head and stepping closer to the mess, despite his body begging him to turn away.

"What happened?" Jonah crouched next to them and Vince's shoulders sagged with visible relief.

"I- I don't know, I woke up just now and he had already fallen and was throwing up everywhere and- and-" he cupped Luke's red cheeks, "he's burning up, Jon-"

"Grab the thermometer in our bathroom," Jonah instructed, moving his hands so they were in Lucas's neck, "and wake up Leo."

"O-okay-" Vince jumped up and rushed away, while Jonah tried to ignore the way their sick friend was sweating buckets, fever so high he was shaking as if he was freezing.

"Don't tell Jon..." Luke groaned, pressing his forehead to the inside of Jonah's wrist, while the other man checked his vitals. Luke's heart was racing, "please, Vin-"

"I'm not mad," Jonah glared at him, grabbing Luke's ruined shirt by the shoulder and using all his strength to pull his friend sitting up, instead of lying on the groud, "c'mon-"

"Uhm," Luke moaned, Adam's apple bobbing up and down, "don'feel-good..." his words stuck together and he folded in the middle, all but drooling over his lap, "I want Bell..."

Jonah's own heart was racing now and he turned his head to holler, "VINCE, WHERE'S THE DAMN THERMOMETHER!?"

That caused some rustling inside the bedroom and Vince rushed out, holding the little device, as well as the bathroom trash and a bunch of towels, with Leo hot in his heels, although the blonde looked half asleep still.

"Here-" Vince dropped to his knees in the sick covered hallway, mess be damned, "what do I do...?"

"Luke," Jonah patted the other man's cheek, nervously, "hey. Lucas, Luke-" Luke finally opened his eyes, although they were dazed and confused, "look at me. Hey-"

"Jon...?" Lucas frowned, gulping down, "I'm sorry, I- I tried to stop-"

"It's okay, it's okay," it was terrifying to have Luke apologizing to him of all people, "you think you can hold the thermometer in your mouth?"

"Do we really have to? Anyone can tell he's got a fever," Vince protested and Jonah raised a hand to shut him up.

"I- Ye-yeah..." Luke nodded, squeezing his eyes shut, "I don't feel good..."

"We know, buddy," Leo had moved closer as well and was holding JD to stop her from getting her paws dirty, "Jon's gonna help, alright...?"

Luke sniffled pitifully and Jonah forced the thermometer in his mouth and under the tongue, checking the time on Vince's phone, since the man was the only one who had one.

"I'm gonna start cleaning this," Leo decided, squeezing Jonah's shoulder as he got up, "and put JD away."

"What do I do?" Vince asked in a small, worried voice, eyes glued to Luke's face, "this was so out of nowhere-"

"You're gonna help me get him in the shower," Jonah explained, "let's just wait a minute..."

Under his hand, Luke jerked and gagged, pressing his lips tightly around the plastic of the thermometer. He moved a hand to wrap around his stomach, but Vin held his wrist, "no, Luke, your shirt is covered in sick..."

"-urtsss," Lucas moaned, sniffling again and gulping down once more. A thin line of drool started to run from his bottom lip to his lap, as he was unable to fully close his mouth. He gagged and Jonah rushed to retrieve the device, as he heard the disgusting noise of liquid splashing...

It was just in time. Vince shoved the trashcan under Luke's chin and Jonah's hand was barely out of the line of fire as more vomit rushed up and splattered inside the bin.

Jonah glanced at the thermometer, a new one they had gotten after Leo complained about their European device one too many times, and cringed. 103.5ºF

Next to him, Lucas retched loudly once more and Vince rubbed his back in a reassuring manner, although his face was desperate as he said, "Jon!?"

"Lucas," Jonah moved so he could cup his friend's burning forehead and rubbed his opposite arm, "we're gonna get you up, okay?"

Instead of answering, Luke just nodded dizzily, and Vince removed the bin from his lap, wrapping an arm around Lucas' waist, while Jon did the same. Together, they pulled him up quickly to his feet, causing the man to let out a loud groan and pitch forward with a gag, bringing up another mouthful of bile all over the floor, just as Leo returned with a bucket and a mop, causing the blonde to cringe.

"Jesus," Leo winced, "that's some virus..."

Luke shook with a hiccup, which quickly turned into a sob and he crumpled towards Vince's side, hiding his burning face against his friend's shoulder and bawling.

"Aw man, it's okay, I got you..." Vince cooed, rubbing Luke's back while Jonah started to guide all three of them inside the ruined guest bathroom.

Jon side stepped the mess on the ground, gagging harshly himself and stopping in the middle of the way, still squeezing Luke's bicep, so he could spit inside the toilet. The lid was lifted, but the water clear, Lucas had never even made it inside the bathroom.

"Jon?" Leo poked his head inside the bathroom and Jonah shook his head, lips pressed in a line, swallowing down a burp.

"I'm fine," he pulled them further in, inside the shower area. Besides him, Luke let out another hiccup-sob, tears running down his swollen face, completely out of it.

Jonah opened the shower, turning the registers until the water was from lukewarm, ignoring the fact he was getting completely soaked as well, "Okay, c'mere-" he moved out of the stream, so they could hold Luke under it and the man immediately let out a pained yelp, very similar to the noise JD made when they accidentally stepped on her tail.

"Hurts..." he whimpered, sobbing harder, "please- pleasssstop... Why are you doin'this?"

Over his head, Vince looked mortified, and Jonah understood the feeling well. Last time he had seen Luke this distraught, had been back in Christmas when he was sick while in the midst of depression, but even then the fever hadn't been this high.

"You think he had a fever before?" Vince voiced his thoughts, worry coloring his words as he hugged Luke close, all but rocking him under the water, "shhh, bud, almost over."

"Probably," Jonah answered gruffly, turning around and starting to peel off Luke's soaked, sick covered shirt, "there's no way this climbed this high so quickly."

"What can I do?" Leo entered the bathroom, now with three towels draped over his arm, having just ditched the mop, "hallway is clean and living room too."

"Living room?" Jon frowned, glancing at Vince, who looked just as confused.

Leo cringed, nodding, "yeah, living room, I think he woke up sick..." Between them, Luke let out a groan and suddenly stopped crying- His knees buckled and both Vince and Jonah let out a shout as they almost went down with his weight.

"Oh my God," Vince cursed, stepping all over the place and forgetting Jonah was holding half of Luke's weight as he moved to fully grab his best friend, "Luke- Lucas, please, please, open your eyes-"

"Vin," Leo said in a small voice, "Vince, he's coming back to, calm down-" the blonde stepped almost inside the shower area, planting a hand on Vince's back in a reassuring way.

Lucas let out a little moan as he came back to, with Vince still patting his cheek frantically and all but snarling, "aren't you a doctor?! Do something!" at Jon.

"Was-what's going on-" Lucas' voice was raspy, but lucid, and all of them breathed out in relief. Jonah turned off the water, while Luke started to shiver violently, "M'fff-freezin'-"

"Yeah, we're gonna get you dried up," Jonah let go of his arm, side stepping Lucas and Vince, since Vin had a vice-like grip on the man, and as soon as he stepped out of the shower area Leo threw a towel over his head, starting to rub it in.

Jon squeezed his boyfriend's hand, but pulled away, stepping out of the rug so Vince could drag Luke there. The bathroom wasn't built for four men, so Jon was forced to step back in the wet section, while Luke fell sit in the still open toilet and Leo and Vin started to dry him up as if he was a toddler.

"Luke," Jonah wanted to touch him, but there was no space, "when did you start to feel sick?"

"Morning," was Luke's lethargic answer, head lolling with sleep, "I don't feel well..."

"Are you gonna be sick again?" Leo looked up from his crouched down position as they stripped Luke out of his soaked sweat pants, "Luke?"

"Hmmmm... No," he breathed in, "I'm sorry I got sick everywhere..."

"Shut up about that," Jon glared at his friend and Vince scoffed, rubbing the towel vigorously over Lucas' wavy hair, with so much force he was creating curls.

"Let's get him up-" Leo said and Vince was about to do just that, when the blonde shook his head, "you're getting water everywhere, dry yourself. Jon can help me."

"You two can't-" Vince started to protest and Leo glared at him.

"He's our best friend too," he said in a calm, but serious voice, "we can handle him. Dry yourself, you don't wanna get a cold on top of this mess."

Jonah decided he didn't need to explain contagion didn't happen like that, feeling a swell of pride at Leo voicing what he was thinking. He circled Vince, exchanging places with him, and helped Leo get Luke up.

They stumbled into the guest bedroom, which was the closest one. The bed was already unmade, since Vin had been sleeping there and Luke collapsed against the pillows with a heavy sigh, brows meeting in a frown.

"What hurts?" Jonah asked, going for the dresser where they left most of their older clothes for guests, and stripping of his wet pajamas, sliding on some new sweatpants.

"Head," Luke rolled on his side, until his head was resting on Leo's lap and the blonde promptly started combing his fingers through his hair, stroking lightly at Luke's cheeks.

"Like a migraine?" he asked in a whisper and Luke shook his head, while Jonah rushed out of the room to get their first aid kit. Once he came back, not a full minute later, Vince was inside the bedroom, now clad in his spare set of boxers and nothing else, curled up in the bed with Lucas and Leo.

Jon scoffed, pausing at the doorway, "do I need to explain you guys don't wanna catch this plague?"

"Get in here," Leo rolled his eyes, "you can fit right here."

"Are you crazy?" Jonah pouted, planting the first aid kit on top of the dresser and fishing out an antipyretic, as well as a painkiller, "Luke, are you still feeling sick?"

"No," the man's voice was sleepy, as his head was still in Leo's lap and he was being lulled to sleep by the hair pets, "stomach hurts."

"Yeah, that's because you puked things you ate back when you were three," Vince joked weakly, squirming on the bed so he could rest his own head on Luke's thigh and starting to rub his friend's belly, "this alright?"

"Get him to drink this," Jon climbed on the bed, over Vince's legs and handed the pills to Leo. He was planning to climb back out, but then Luke grabbed the cords of his hoodie and Jon nearly faceplanted over all of them.

The bed let out a whine under their weight and Vince snorted, "this thing is gonna go down with us."

"Here, swallow this," Leo pushed the two pills unceremoniously inside of Luke's mouth and caused the man to splutter and almost bite his fingers.

Lucas swallowed with a grimace, then curled up even further, "you guys are warm..."

Jonah sighed, collapsing between all three of them, resting his cheek on his hand and draping his legs over Vince's. Clearly, no one was going anywhere.

Luke met his eyes, little pained lines around them, but no longer the previous confusion, "Thank you..." he closed his eyes, relaxing, as Jon reached in and pushed his bangs back, brushing his thumb over Leo's knuckles buried in Luke's hair.

The blonde smiled at him, then squirmed until he was lying down instead of sitting against the headboard, causing Luke's head to rest fully against his tummy instead of his lap. Vince moved closer and Jonah went boneless, resting his cheek to Leo's thigh and planting a kiss there, feeling exhaustion catch up with him as the adrenaline wore off.

Last thing he heard before fully passing out was JD sneaking back into the guest room and climbing the bed so she could snuggle up against Vince's tummy.

[iwtv-az-hours]

So I've been to Matěj Metoděj Štrunc’s show on 21. March 2025 and I ended up having a nice lenghty chat with him backstage!

We've been discussing his music, but also his other work and iwtv.

I'll pick some tidbits y'all might find relevant (such as Merde'em's backstory, his s2 filming impressions, some info on his projects with Assad, etc.) ⬇️

Gotta start by saying his music is amazing (you should check him out!), really a musician's musician. I had such a blast at the concert! All the musicians are ridiculously talented, and they were also all darlings off stage. Much respect for Matěj's work + he's really sweet and lovely to talk to

On work with Assad

Okay, if you're only here for this, here's separate posts about the New music video, news on The Fox and the Grapes, and some extra bits about Assad and his work.

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Season 2 filming

Matěj laughed that The One resounding memory about the shoot were the contact lenses and what a pain they were.

4 days a week they‘d arrive at 5, at 7 the contacts would go in and they stayed in for a 10+ hour shoot.

A few hours in, they had to have a lady running around dripping artificial tears into everyone’s eyes!

And because the contacts were coloured, he often found it difficult to see anything at all through them.

He actually intended to read the IWTV book on set, but found out he can’t – he couldn’t see the pages properly!

Merde’em ’s backstory

I hope I recalled it correctly 😭

He’s the youngest of the musician vampires - oldest Basilic (from og coven) was tasked with recruiting a band for the Théâtre. 1st to be turned was Planche, then Merde’em.

He used to be an army musician. The vampires heard him play and liked it, so they caught him one night drunk on his way from a pub. They gave him a choice to join the Théâtre as a vamp and he agreed.

They also had roles – Basilic would be the band leader, Merde’em wrote all the music, and Planche... Planche played drums.

Matěj said he couldn't properly recall the backstories of other TdV vamps - each actor received an email with their short backstory, but only their own!

He enthusiastically said how „really all the actors on the set were so great, and they were all friendly and got along very well.“

I basically told him I’d be excited to hear anything about the characters that didn’t get a chance to shine through – cause they spent months living with these roles and what ends up on the show is a few glances. He immediatelly agreed that that’s what it’s like from their perspective as actors too, they put a lot of work into it, but never know which little bits the audience actually end up seeing.

He looked very happy and willing to talk about the filming and the character, but struggled to think of what more he could tell me, that there isn‘t much 😁

Small disclaimer

This conversation took place in Czech, I'm translating it to EN. Band was dismanteling instruments nearby, so here-and-there it was hard to hear one another. Trying my best here to summarize what I heard, but there might be little details I got slightly wrong. Also, obvsly I'm leaving some bits out, either cause they're not really iwtv related, or I'm trying to be respectful with what was shared with me.

To sum up

Three separate band members approached me to compliment my boots, 10/10 stellar evening, would do again!

And honestly, I can't wait for more Lidověk shows and the new album!

(post also on X, bsky)