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Citizen Sleeper January Day 11 - Ethan

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The Yapping Hour Is Upon Us - The Royal Wedding

In which you and Max tie the knot.

Warnings: just fluff. a bit of anxiety talk but nothing Max can't fix. Pairing: Max Verstappen x Podcaster!Reader Word Count: 5k

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After getting engaged, there were two things that you and Max almost immediately agreed upon: first, because so much of both of your lives were already available for public consumption, you wanted to protect the peace and privacy of your wedding as much as possible. And second, you didn’t want to wait until the next summer break to get married. 

Growing up, it was a cliche fact but a fact all the same, that you often thought of what you wanted your wedding to be like. You were even very much guilty of having secret wedding Pinterest boards set up all through high school and college. But the moment the even presented itself in real life, you suddenly felt choked by the weight of what a big wedding could entail. 

It had been Max that had suggested the solution in the end, his idea passed by you casually one night as you walked hand in hand back to your hotel after dinner before the race in Italy. He had sensed your hesitation around hosting such a big, over the top wedding that everyone seemed to assume you wanted. The spark in your eye faded just a bit when Alex and Carmen had started talking about wedding venues and guest lists and he hadn’t missed the way your shoulders hitched up a bit more towards your ears as you listened to your friends ramble. 

“What if we just eloped?” He works to keep his tone causal, not wanting to give away how appealing that idea sounds to him. He wants you to choose the kind and scale of wedding you want all on your own because he knows you’d do anything for him, right down to agreeing to plan a wedding that doesn’t suit you at all. 

You stop dead in your tracks, Birkin bag swinging wildly at your elbow from the sudden halt. “What?” 

Max sticks his hands deep in the pockets of his khakis, giving you a knowing smile. “You heard me. What if we just said ‘fuck this’ and ran off to the beach and got married by some old fishing captain. Captains can legally marry people, right? That’s a thing?” 

Not for the first time in your relationship, you’re stunned into silence at something your soon-to-be husband says. For a moment all you can do is blink at him, trying to figure out if he’s fucking with you or not. “You’d…you’d want that?” 

Max steps forward, earnest look on his handsome face. “Baby,” He murmurs, framing both sides of your face with his strong hands. “Baby, I’d marry you in an alley way in the middle of New York City. I don’t care where or how, all I care about is that we come out at the end of this married and tied together for life. I don’t care about the wedding, I care about the marriage.” 

Max watches as your pupils blow wide, shy smile tugging at your lips. “That might be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.” 

Max’s forehead rests on yours and he lets out a breathy chuckle. “Well, it’s true. I want you to have the wedding of your dreams because I know that will make you happy but other than that, I don’t care.” 

He’d do anything to make sure you were happy, knowing it was just this side of obsessive the way he took you into consideration with every decision he made. Standing opposite of the man who consumed your entire soul, your stomach dipped low, the pleasant swooping sensation something you’ve become accustomed to over the last year. “I just feel so overwhelmed. Both of our lives are already so public and under scrutiny. I want this to be something that we can cherish without any of the potential tarnish of what it means to be so public.” 

You shake your head, feeling a little silly and what you’re feeling. “I love our lives and know we’re privileged to live like this but sometimes I just want to have something that’s just ours. I want to share our love and relationship with everyone but maybe we could just shield some of it from the world?” 

An idea forms in Max’s head then. “What if we eloped somewhere just the two of us and then have a party to celebrate with everyone after?” 

You nod, “Have is quietly ours for a while before sharing the news with everyone?” 

Max reaches for you, enjoying the way you press against him with ease. It’s a warm Italian summer night, the scent of perfumed flowers and left over sunshine hung heavy in the air and you wanted to snap this moment into something that stayed with you forever. Max’s hands heavy on your hips, digging into the flesh there as if he can’t get enough of you despite not leaving your side for the last 24 hours. 

Ever since getting engaged, you’d hated spending any length of time away from Max, almost like your soul had already started to twin itself to him. It made leaving difficult but returning was always so sweet. You had this weekend in Italy before you had to leave on another trip but you’d been considering ramping down your travel over the next few months. But, that was another conversation for another day. 

“Where would we go? And when?” The more you thought bout it, the more the thought of what Max was suggesting appealed to you. 

Max releases you before taking your hand as you two start back towards your hotel, feeling a bit lighter at seemingly solving the problem that had been weighing on you for a few days. 

“We could do it this winter? There’s always a total shut down of everything that week between Christmas and New Years. We’d see our families for Christmas and escape saying we were just taking a trip the two of us.” 

You grin up at him, liking where he was going with this. 

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December, 2025 

The warm ocean breeze fluttered through the wide open doors of the villa behind you as the bright December sun heated your skin where you laid on a lounge chair. Next to you, Max was sprawled out on on the chair next to you, snoring softly as he took what you thought might just be his third nap of the day. 

Ever since the pair of you had arrived in Mexico a few days ago, you hand’t done much beyond sleep, eat, and fuck. The 2025 season had been the most stressful, chaotic, out of control season Max had ever had and while he had managed to clinch the championship on in Abu Dhabi from Lando, but it had been a difficult ride to get there. So when Christmas had been celebrated and you had jumped on the jet to fly from Monaco over to Mexico, you couldn’t help but continually breathe a sigh of relief. 

The fight had truly weighed on Max, the hollows underneath his eyes growing more and more prominent as the race weeks ticked by. The only relief he had gotten had been your midseason trip to Thailand when he had proposed. When Jensen had asked him what had gotten him through the difficult second half of the season during an interview after he won the championship, his immediate answer had simply been you. 

Much to the disappointment of your fans, you had decided to really ramp down the amount of travel and work you had done following the summer break. Max had been resident at first, not even wanting to entertain he conversation at first when you had brought it up shortly after it had been decided you were going to elope. He didn’t want to even think of you putting your career on hold for him, to take care of him, to follow him. Not because he didn’t want you around. It was the exact opposite. Just the thought of you spending more time traveling with him instead of the insane schedule you’d been keeping over the last year had relief flooding through him. While he was tired from his schedule and the pressure of winning a 5th consecutive world title, he knew you were tired too. There were many times you both went weeks without setting foot in your shared apartment and sometimes you’d go weeks between seeing each other too. 

No, it wasn’t because he didn’t want you around. It was because he didn’t want you to resent him one day down the line that you had given up your career for him. He couldn’t bare the thought of being the cause of any resentment or heartache for you and despite how much he wanted you by his side every possible moment. 

In the end, reason had won out as you had explained that you weren’t taking a break because of him. He was certainly part of it, but like him, you were exhausted. You reminded Max of Brazil last year, how you had slept for so long the day after the race there that Max had postponed your flights home for another week he was so worried about you getting sick. 

You had done a few interviews since the engagement, mostly with people in the motorsport world: Susie and Toto Wolff, Natalie Pinkham, and of course Lewis being your biggest interviews. In addition, you had done some post race interviews and coverage for F1TV, which allowed you to have even more of a reason to be in the paddock week in and week out. You weren’t sure where your podcast was going in the future, but for now, you were content with the schedule and where you were professionally, despite what some of your critics might be whispering. 

All of this works through your mind as Max begins to stir beside you. His eyes blink open eventually and when they do, they immediately find you. “Hi baby.” He whispers, voice rough with sleep. 

“Good morning, sleepy head.” You grin, setting your book down beside you as Max rolls over onto his side, creating some space for you on the oversized lounge chair, beckoning you to join him. 

As you snuggle deeper into his chest, Max slots his thigh between your legs and slips his top arm over your waist, pulling you closer. “You looked deep in thought. Everything okay?” He murmurs before his lips ghost over your cheek. 

“Hmmm, of course. Just thinking about this year and how good it feels to just breathe.” 

Max could tell when you got in one of your thinking moods just by the way your body language shifted. In those few moments between when he had woken up and you had noticed his eyes open, he had watched you staring out over the villa’s lawn. Your shoulders were relaxed, the usual pinch between your brows completely absent and with legs crossed at your ankles as you read your book, you had looked the picture of relaxed. 

“You still feeling okay about tomorrow?” 

Just the thought of what tomorrow would bring made your heart rate pitch up a bit. The first morning after your arrival, you and Max had gone over to the concierge in the main reception building to tell them of your plans for an elopement. They had, of course, been ecstatic and ready to help you in whatever way you wanted. After a few hours of discussion, you had everything planned and the concierge snapped into action. 

“I am…unless you’re not?” It occurs to you that Max has been awfully quiet this morning, a soft reflective mood taking over his usual energetic attitude and suddenly, anxiety pinches in your chest. You desperately search Max’s face for any sign of hesitation or regret, not knowing what you’d do if he suddenly got cold feet before tomorrow. 

Max shakes his head before pulling you even closer, fingers digging into the bare flesh of your hip, covered only by the little string of your bikini that you’ve been living in since you got here. “Lifeje, stop that. You know I would have married you the moment after I proposed to you months ago.” 

Something settles in you at his words, having just needed that little bit of reassurance from him. As hard as you tired and as much as Max made sure to never leave any doubt in your mind that he was all in with you, you sometimes still found your anxiety getting the best of you. Scenarios about how Max was having second thoughts, how he didn’t really want to marry you, how this was all in your head sometimes ran rampant in your head. You were getting better at controlling them, especially after he had proposed but that was the funny thing about anxiety, you couldn’t always control it. 

“I know.” You whisper, fingers trailing up and down his toned arm that was wrapped around you tightly. 

“Anxiety?” It was almost spooky how well Max could read you from just a shift in your tone of voice. All you could do was nod, suddenly feeling silly. Max rolled his hips into yours, pulling your lower half closer. “Do you feel what you do to me?” He asked, pressing his already half hard cock into your center. “Do you feel what you do to me just laying here? All you have to do is look at me and I’m a goner. There isn’t a single second thought in my mind, love.” 

“I’m sorry I’m hard to love sometimes.” Tears prick at the corner of your eyes as Max lifts your chin so he can have a better look at you. “I’m sorry you have to constantly reassure me despite not giving me any reason to doubt you. I know  it can’t be easy.” 

You had spent most of your adult life being told how difficult you were to love. How hard it was to deal with the constant reassurance you needed when the anxiety crept in, telling you you weren’t good enough. It was unnerving sometimes when Max loved you so easily and effortlessly because how did he find it so easy to do when no one else before him had? 

Max pulls back so he can get a good look in those pretty eyes of yours. It made him rage internally knowing how insecure you were. Not because he faulted you. Oh, absolutely not. He raged at the people that made you feel like you were inferior and hard to love because that was something that he simply didn’t see. Loving you and being with you was the easiest thing he’d ever done in his life. 

“I want you to listen to me, okay?” He waits, brows raised, until you nod. “I will gladly spend the rest of my life telling you how much I worship you whenever and however you need or want me to. When I take those vows tomorrow, I mean it with every bit of my soul, schatje. For worse or better, you’re mine and I’m yours from tomorrow on, okay? You are not hard to love and I am so lucky I get the privilege of telling you every single day how much I love you.” 

Your mind settles a bit at his words as you let the sensation of having Max so close to you wash over your anxious nerves. “How did I get so lucky to have you?” 

“Oh, sweet girl it’s not you that’s lucky.” Max leans in, pressing a kiss to your lips as you sigh into him. “I’m the lucky one that somehow coincided you to love me back.” 

There were only two people in your lives besides you and Max that knew what you two were really doing in Mexico. GP because Max was physically incapable of keeping anything from his race engineer and your assistant Shannon. GP had called Max out on his sudden change in demeanor in Italy after the decision to elope had been made, asking Max what had happened in the previous 12 hours to make him not so grumpy when he showed up to the track that morning. Max being a terrible liar when it came to GP had been unable to think quick enough to come up with an excuse and when he had simply looked at GP with a deer in the headlights look, he had fessed up and spilled the beans. When you had found out that Max had told GP you had sworn the race engineer to total secrecy, telling him you’d cut off a very important body part of his if it got leaked. 

Shannon was the other person that knew and it was only because you had needed help with choosing and figuring out how to sneakily order, tailor, and pack a wedding gown without anyone getting wind of it. You knew if the paparazzi had caught sight of you leaving a bridal boutique with a dress in hand nearly a year before you had told everyone else that you were planning on getting married, people would talk. So, with Max’s approval, you had enlisted the help of your personal assistant who had honestly turned into one of your closest friends over the time that she had worked with you.

 It had been Shannon that helped you choose the dress that you wore the morning you married Max, the white lace clinging to every curve and valley of your body. It was just going to be the two of you, the officiant, and the photographer there and the utter quiet and simplicity of getting ready in complete silence and peace was something you would cherish for the rest of your life. Max had left the villa about an hour ago, telling you he had a few errands to run before the officiant would turn up for the ceremony. What kind of errands could he be doing in the middle of a luxury resort in the middle of the Mexican jungle, you had no idea but you hadn’t asked any questions because you wanted the time alone to get ready. 

You’re just slipping on the second thin strap up over your shoulder when there’s a knock at the villa door moments before it swings open. Max comes bustling in, wearing the khaki pants and white linen shirt you had chosen for the beach nuptials. He’s got a fresh haircut and shaved face, his bright blue eyes looking for you the moment he walks in the door. In his hand dangles a little black bag with silver ties that doesn’t look big enough to hold much more than a small box or two. 

“Lifeje, where are -” Max stops in his tracks when you round the corner out of the bedroom and he sees you for the first time. His hand goes straight to his sternum, rubbing at the place that is suddenly aching at the mere sight of you. He had thought he’d been prepared to see you in your wedding dress but what he saw in front of him made every coherent thought tumble right out of his head. If he had thought you were the prettiest woman he’d ever seen before, seeing you standing there before him in the white lace dress with it’s plunging neckline and fabric clinging to your every curve, just confirmed that he was the luckiest person in the entire world. “Christ.” He whispers, unable to move from the spot he’s rooted to. 

You let out a little uncertain giggle, tucking a piece of hair that you had left out of the sleek low bun you had styled your hair in for the day behind your ear. “Do I look okay?” 

Max finds the ability to move then, crossing the room in just a few strides, suddenly needing nothing more than to touch you. He had to know what that lace felt like under his fingers, had to know if your skin looked as radiant up close as it did when he had first walked into the villa. 

“I am so glad I wrote my vows down because there is no way I’m remembering anything while I look at you.” He croaks, voice becoming totally unreliable with emotion just seeing you dressed like this solely for him brings up. “I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful in my entire life, schatje. ” 

And it was the truth. Max had never seen anyone as gorgeous as you were standing there in that white dress, veil tucked into the top of your bun so it cascaded down over your shoulders. The dress pools at your feet and dips low in the back, showing off the tanned and toned body you work so hard for. At your ears wink the diamonds Max had gotten you for Christmas just a week earlier. A diamond and sapphire necklace set in platinum sits at your throat, also a gift from Max for your one year anniversary earlier in the year. Seeing you wearing the jewels that he’s bought for you does something to Max, a possessive streak proudly zipping through him at the thought of you dripping in expensive baubles that he’s bought you. 

“What’s in the bag?” You ask as Max settles his hands low on your hips, still checking you out with absolutely no shame whatsoever. 

He seems to remember that there’s something else in the room other than you then, holding the bag out to you with a sly grin on his face. “I know we said our wedding bands were going to be our presents to each other but I saw this the other day when we were out shopping in that little jewelry store and had to go back to get it.” 

You raise a brow but know better than to argue about Max spoiling you. It’s a lost cause at this point and you settled for just accepting the pretty things he liked to give you simply because he loved seeing you in them a long time ago. You take the bag from his hands and reaching in, you pull out a long, slender velvet box. 

When you open the box, you barely stifle a gasp at the delicate bracelet sitting on the black satin. It’s the diamond and pearl tennis bracelet set in platinum that you had casually looked at yesterday when you and Max had gone into town to do some shopping and had mentioned in an off handed comment that you had liked how the pearls and diamonds worked so well together, although you had ultimately decided not to get it because of the price tag and the fact that you thought you’d never have anywhere to wear it. 

“Max.” You whisper, gaze darting up from the box to Max’s own eager look. “It’s…it’s so pretty I don’t have the words. You spoil me.” 

“And I’m going to continue to spoil you for the rest of our lives, lifeje. Now, can I put it on you so you can be dripping in diamonds for our wedding day, please?” 

You laugh a little, somehow unsure of how you got this lucky to be here in Mexico marrying the man that literally worships the ground you walk on. 

“Now, I understand that you both have written your vows for each other. Max, would you like to go first?” 

Later that afternoon, the two of you stand barefoot on the beach, a gentle breeze teasing the veil at the back of your head, while the officiant the hotel recommended stands before you. The atmosphere could not be more perfect. The sun hangs low in the sky, sunset just an hour or two away so the golden rays cascade over you and Max. Behind you, the photographer you hired snaps discreetly away. The fact that it’s just the four of you on the beach witnessing this could not have been more perfect. 

Max stands opposite you, large hands swallowing your smaller ones, and takes a deep breath. You can see the emotion playing plainly on his face and know he’s going to have a hard time getting through these words. For the outside world, Max Verstappen is a hardened competitor that takes no shit and will do anything to win. But here? On the beach with just you and 2 others as he professes his love and adoration to you, he’s as soft as kitten and almost more emotional than you are. 

He couldn’t have been happier at his decision to write down the words to his vows because the emotions that swirled in him then, as he stands there looking at you in your wedding dress is so overwhelming he can barely put together a coherent thought. Here he was, the man that has won five world championships and zips around a race track at 200 miles per hour regularly, completely unable to speak he’s so happy. 

The paper is a bit crumpled when he pulls it out of the pocket of his khakis but it’s fine all the same. He clears his throat nervously and then begins. “When Melissa suggested I go on your podcast, she said it would be an amazing PR opportunity for me. I think I told her no five times but on that sixth time, I agreed because GP said he thought I’d like you and then he sent me that interview. And then I walked into that studio on that cold, rainy April and have never thanked GP and Melissa so fast. That first time I saw you, I felt my entire world shift beneath my feet. Having the childhood I did ruined the idea of love for me for most of my life but the moment you waltzed into my life, schatje, I knew that you were going to show me how wrong I’d been. I love you endlessly and will forever be thankful that you’ve shown me what the meaning of real, true, unconditional love is.” Max takes a breath, swiping at an errant tear that falls down his cheek. 

Across from him, you grip at his hands, desperately trying to commit this entire moment to memory. You’re endlessly glad you both had written your vows so you’d be able to look back and remember what was said today on this beach. 

“I promise to love, honor, cherish, and spoil you,” He pauses when you chuckle and roll your eyes, but just squeezes your hand before continuing on. “Whatever you need, you’ll have. Whatever you want, it’s yours. I promise to spend the rest of my life making sure you never want for anything ever again, both material wants but also emotional wants. You are my number one priority from here on out and I vow to never ever stop living up to these promises. I never believed in soulmates until I saw you for the first time and words can’t accurately describe how much I love you. Having the title of your husband is worth a million and one world champion titles and I promise to spend the rest of my days proving that to you.” 

The emotions ripple over you as Max concludes his vows. The officiant turns to you, dipping his head to let you know it’s now your turn. Max squeezes your hands together and you drown in the watercolor blue eyes looking back at you for a moment. 

“I stopped believing in soulmates a long time ago. That is until you walked into that recording studio and looked at me like you’d known me for our entire lives. I tried so hard not to get ahead of myself for so long, but it was that first time you flew me down to Miami two weeks after meeting you that I knew. I knew that you were it for me, that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. We’ve been through so much in such a short time and I know there are so many people that are going to think we’re criminally insane for doing this. But it’s nearly impossible to put into words what you’ve done to my soul in such a short time, Max. I know it’s beyond cliche but you’ve altered who I am at my very core. I’ve never been with someone so unwaveringly supportive of everything that I am and everything that I do.” You draw in a shaky breath then, needing a moment before you can make the rest of your words materialize. 

“I promise to love you so unconditionally and strongly for the rest of my life. I promise to be by your side during the highs and lows of your career, on and off the track. The life we live is so fast and so difficult sometimes but just knowing that you’re on the other side of that plane ride, waiting for me to come home to you, makes everything we do worth it. I promise to give you whatever you need no matter how difficult it may be. You are my life now and I will spend the rest of my life showing up for you. Soulmates are real and you’re mine. I’m so thankful that I found you, Max. I love you.” 

A quiet settles between you and Max then, the vows cementing the bond you’ve been building since that first day in the recording studio. The officiant and photographer seem to sense it too, their soft smiles playing on their lips as they give the vows that were just exchanged a chance to sink in for each of you. 

Rings are exchanged and before you’re able to get a handle on things, the officiant declares you and Max husband and wife. The feeling of sheer relief and excitement washes over both you and Max as you’re told to seal the vows with a kiss. And what a kiss it is. Max pours his entire soul into the first kiss he shares with you as your husband. Everything he said in his vows being repeated by the way his lips cover yours, working over your mouth in such a way that has your knees buckling. 

“I love you so much, wife.” Max murmurs against your lips just before breaking the first of many kisses between husband and wife. 

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1,309,292 likes liked by yourpersonalinsta, redbullracing, assistant shannon, and others maxverstappen1 she's stuck with me forever now danielricciardo EXCUSE ME BUT WHAT THE FUCK user028 did they ELOPE??? Without telling ANYONE??? OH MY GOD??? HELLO??? user448 somehow, this feels very on brand for the both of them >>>user432 i was just thinking the same thing. charlesleclerc I'm sorry, WHAT??? yourpersonalinsta love you, husband >>>user0299 oh my god, i cannot be normal about this landonorris kinda heartbroken I didn't get to be the flower boy, ngl >>>user998 this is such a lando comment oscarpiastri wow! didn't even know you were engaged! congrats. man! >>>user332 why is this the most Oscar Piastri comment I've ever read??? >>>user948 HAHA OSCAR

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1,029,398 likes liked by yourdad, maxverstappen1, assistantshannon, and others yourpersonalinsta wife>>>fiance user0298 the HAND PLACEMENT in that last photo. Max, my maaaan. user918 they eloped and didn't tell a single soul. i fucking love this so hard. kikagomes OH. MY. GOD. Congratulations gorgeous girl!!! >>>yourpersonalinsta love you pretty girl! user8892 my man wins his 5th world championship and then gets married in secret, max is winning at life rn assistantshannon so happy for you boss lady. you and max deserve the world. love you!!! >>>yourpersonalinsa so thankful i had your help with this, sweet girl. user827 are we just going to ignore the TATTOO on Max's wrist??? HER??? >>>user0291 oh my god oh my god

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SO KISS ME

my first post ever! yay! and it’s because i saw this tweet and i just HAD to write about it. who knows? maybe i’ll just keep writing whenever i get ideas

tw: none + fluff! (not proofread, i’m writing this on a whim) + slightly suggestive in some of them?

keep in mind that is literally my first time writing so be nice if you leave feedback <3 plus english is not even my first language

SEONGHWA

“MWACK” “MWACK” “MWACK” sounds filled the room, followed by soft giggles that came from the beautiful man underneath you. the sun was going down, and the last golden rays hit seonghwa’s face just right, making him look so heavenly you just couldn’t help but kiss him. one thing led to another, and you ended up kissing every single spot of his face.

“love, what’s up with you?” he asked, brushing a stray of hair that fell on your face.

“you” *MWACK* “are” *MWACK* “so” *MWACK* “beautiful” *MWACK MWACK MWACK* you said between kisses.

“but so are you, it’s my turn now!” he exclaimed, switching positions so now he had you caged underneath him. you giggled, holding his face with your hand and caressing his cheek.

“how did i get so lucky?” you asked, more to yourself than him, interlocking eyes with him.

seonghwa’s eyes softened, and proceeded to kiss your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, and finally your lips. following the order of kisses you did on him.

“that’s what i ask myself every single day” he whispered, going straight back to your lips to taste you even more.

HONGJOONG

you missed him. you woke up in the morning and the bed was cold, no sign of your boyfriend nearby, just his shorts and random shirt he wore as pjs on the floor. you went to work, had coffee with a friend and went back home, just to find an empty apartment once again.

you weren’t mad, you knew hongjoong had responsibilities as ateez’s leader and music producer. and you were so proud of him for that, but it doesn’t mean you don’t miss him. so you decided to pay him a visit to the studio, where he said he was gonna be at, earlier by text.

you found him sitting cross legged in front of his laptop with his headphones on, moving his head slightly to the beat of whatever song he was working on. you smirked to yourself, and thought of a little revenge plan.

you sneaked up on him, wrapping your arms around his torso and kissing him loudly on his cheek.

“AH! baby what are you doing here? don’t scare me like that!” he exclaimed, taking his headphones off and turning his chair around to look at you. he wasn’t angry though, you noticed the little smile on his face.

“i missed you, i want cuddles” you said, pouting. his eyes softened, and his hands left his laptop to wrap around your middle, bringing you closer to him. you were towering slightly over him.

no words were exchanged, the way your eyes interlocked said everything. as if there was a string connecting you both, you leaned in at the same time and shared a sweet kiss. he broke the kiss after a bit, but you needed more. so you left little pecks along his jaw, corner of his mouth, cheeks.

“i missed you too” he smiled.

YUNHO

“babe i need your help with something!” yunho suddenly exclaimed, making you lift your head from your phone with a confused look. he had just finished getting his makeup done for the music video.

earlier that day he asked you to come with him to the venue of ateez’s upcoming comeback. he said you were his “good luck charm” or something, and looked at you with those pretty puppy eyes of his. how could you say no?

you stood up from your seat and approached him. he immediately wrapped one arm around you, while the other hand held a lipstick tube. you raised an eyebrow at him, not following what he meant.

“i need you to put this on and kiss me” he giggled. “the comeback concept is love, and we were asked to take pictures with kisses all over our faces”

“but-“ you attempted to say. “and i really don’t feel like having wooyoung or mingi kiss me when i have you, the one i love the most in the whole wide world, here with me” he interrupted, shaking you slightly as to dramatize the seriousness.

again, how could you say no? he was giving you the same puppy eyes from this morning. you took the lipstick tube from his hand and applied it to your lips. wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer and kissed him on his cheeks, forehead, jaw, chin and nose. eveywhere but his mouth.

“you missed a spot, babe” he said, pouting. “atiny will kill me yunho!” you argued, giggling. “fine, but take your pictures first, then i’ll reward you”

damn those eyes of his.

YEOSANG

you were convinced your boyfriend was an angel. like an actual angel that fell from heaven or something so magestic that you could cry. he wasn’t doing anything special per say, he was simply enjoying the sun on one of the balconies of kq’s building.

few moments earlier yunho had appeared and hugged him suddenly, earning a confused look from yeosang. since the cameras were rolling, you surpressed a laugh. specially when he didn’t notice said cameras, and simply appreciated the hug from one of his members.

when yunho and the cameramen left, yeosang went back to the balcony, returning to the same spot and enjoying the sunlight once again as if nothing happened. he didn’t notice you either! so you decided to sneak up on him from behind and pressed the cold drink you were holding on his face.

“y/n! you surprised me” he exclaimed with wide eyes. you giggled as he took the drink. you kissed his cold cheek in response, and enjoyed the sensation against your lips. so you kissed him again. and again. and once again just in case.

“what’s with everyone today?” he asked, blushing due to your actions, but turned to face you properly. “you are simply so adorable yeo” you said, kissing him on the lips.

he returned the kiss with a smile, blush impossibly more evident.

SAN

“5 minutes until you have to get on stage! get ready!” a staff member yelled. everyone was making the final touches to the outfits, mics, earplugs, makeup, etc.

“darling come here quick! i need my good luck kiss!” san suddenly exclaimed, and you hurried up to him with a big smile on your face. “you don’t need luck san, you always kill it up there” you said, kissing him slightly on the lips.

“give me a proper one! i didn’t even feel that” he argued, bringing you closer with one hand while fixing his earplug with the other.

you rolled your eyes at him and stood on your tippy toes, not wanting to bring him down to your height because a staff member was still finishing the final touches on his pants. you kissed him again, lingering a bit more than the last time.

“that’s more like it” he muttered “but i’d like one more, just for extra precaution”.

“2 minutes everyone! go!” the same staff member from before yelled. the one fixing his pants stood up and left, work done.

you quickly wrapped your hands around him and brought him down to face you. not only did you kiss his lips once more, but also you kissed him all over his face, carefully though as to not ruin his makeup. satisfied, you pulled away and rushed him to the door.

“done, now go! you’ll be late!” you exclaimed, smile not leaving your face. he looked a bit dizzy, a look of longing evident in his eyes. he was, in fact, not satisfied, and wanted more.

“SAN! it’s time!” seonghwa called from nearby. san shook his head and bit his lip.

“thank you for the extra measurements darling” he said before rushing to the stage.

MINGI

“i want to play a game” you said suddenly, sitting up on your shared bed and throwing your phone behind you. mingi looked at you with a raised everybrow, hand pausing the small touches on your leg, but sitting up nonetheless.

“you are like a math genius right?” you asked, smirking, knowing the answer. the questioning look was more evident on his face now. “i like math, i don’t know if i’m a genius though” he said.

“for every right answer you get a kiss. deal?” you asked, getting closer to him and wrapping your legs around his body. his hands immediately let go of the ipad he was holding and instead embraced you, nodding.

“let’s start easy. 6x3?” you asked. “18” he replied, miliseconds after your question. he earned a kiss on his cheek.

“4x5?” you continued. “20, come on baby you said i was a genius, give me a little more”.

you rolled your eyes and gave him another kiss, on his other cheek now. “fine, 6x7?” “42, i said give me more!” he exclaimed. you kissed his forehead.

“okay! okay, 7x8 minus 6?” you asked. he took two seconds at most to think, before replying “50. pay up”. you kissed his neck this time.

“5x9 plus 10 minus 7” you said. “38, you’re making this easy on purpose as an excuse to kiss me right?” he asked, smiling while bringing you even closer to his body. you giggled “maybe, who knows? i like smart people”, you said, kissing him on the lips now.

he immediately kissed you back, deepening the kiss. his hands started caressing the small of your back while your hands flew to his hair, tugging it slightly. after a while, he broke the kiss.

“hey baby?” he asked, pecking your lips. you hummed in response. “the answer i gave you was incorrect, the real one was 48. just tell me you want kisses next time”.

WOOYOUNG

“do you hate me?” wooyoung asked, crossing his arms. you laughed while you finished applying gloss over your lipstick. you looked at him from the mirror, he had a big pout on his face.

“babe you know i don’t but if i kiss you i’ll ruin my lip combo! and i have to leave in like” you stopped to check the time on your phone “7 minutes”.

you were going out tonight with a couple of friends, and ever since you started getting ready wooyoung has been clingy. not in a possesive “don’t go” type of way, he just genuinely enjoyed your presence. when you started applying your lipstick, he was entranced by how good the color looked on your lips. which led to him asking for a kiss. reason why, you now have a pouty wooyoung standing crossed armed behind you.

“enough time for kisses! you can apply your gloss again later” he said, caging you between the vanity and himself the moment you stood up from your seat. you turned around and rolled your eyes. “i’ll kiss you later! promise!”

“nooo, i need one kiss now or else i’ll die!” he said dramatically, earning a genuine laugh from you. his face came closer to you, and brushed his nose against yours “please?” he begged.

you can’t say no, not to him at least. you kissed his lips lightly, as to not ruin your lipstick too much. it was enough to leave a faint mark though. as to what happened next, you just couldn’t help yourself: you started kissing all over his face, definitely ruining the lip combo you worked so hard on. but he just looked so pretty with that color all over his beautiful face!

once you were done with him, wooyoung checked himself on the mirror and smirked. “tell your friends you’ll be late, i want to see how this color looks on other parts of my body”.

JONGHO

it wasn’t a normal sight to wake up from your nap alone, and find out that your boyfriend left your side to cook. in fact, you could count the times you saw him cooking with one hand, and it was usually food yeosang asked for.

the smell that came out from whatever he was cooking was amazing though, momentarily making you forget he was even there in the first place. but of course, not for long, since you had a clear view of him chopping some carrots while looking extremely attractive. how can this be possible? you asked yourself. never in your life had you felt so atteacted to someone who was cutting vegetables.

you walked up to him, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his neck. “that smells amazing love” you said between kisses.

“oh you’re awake? i thought i’d have to wake you up myself” he replied, pecking your lips before returning to the carrots. he also tasted heavenly, and it was just a small peck. so you turned his face back to you again, and kissed him deeper, your tongue tasting his lips more.

“the taste is so good too jongho, you should cook more often” you said, breaking the kiss and pecking his cheek. he started blushing, hard and unable to say anything back. every time you both kissed left him speechless.

“thank you” he managed to say. so you did what everyone should do when your partner is a blushy adorable mess: you started kissing him everywhere. cheeks, lips, nose, neck, shoulders, everywhere you could reach.

“yeah i think i should cook more often” he managed to say again in between your kisses, forgetting about the vegetables and the simmering pot, while wrapping his arms around you and allowing you to keep doing your mischief.

[11hedonistic]

Astrology Observations 🌴

air venus/air mars are usually the type of people to fall for the friends or find nothing wrong with having a fwb (friend with benefits)

venus touching the ascendant (no matter the aspect) can manifest a beautiful appearance (same with mars but with mars, i would say this gives more of a sex appeal vibe)

scorpio moon/mars definitely wins the title for holding grudges the longest/being the most unforgivable if you cross them

i realized that a lot of aries mercury people don’t really think before they speak😂

taurus mercury people are those type of people to repeat what they already said just to make sure everyone understood

my gemini mercury people.. i know how hard it is for you to stay focused. you’re doing great reading this sweetie

cancer mercury people have craaazy intuition

if you’re looking for someone to tell a good story, find you a leo mercury!! these people are such good story tellers 😂

virgo mercury people can be brutally honest people when giving advice, which can hurt people in the process but that’s not their intention most of the time!

if you need a mediator during an argument, find u a libra mercury. they’re always looking at both sides of an argument

scorpio mercury people can become very rude/disrespectful if they feel annoyed or bothered. especially if they have sag/cap placements.. scary

sagittarius mercury people almost always come off as too blunt

capricorn mercury people, how often are you put in leadership positions? 🤔

aquarius mercury people and their way of coming up with ideas no one else could think of >>

pisces mercury people.. you and that imagination of yours. always in your head. i know you enjoy living in your imagination dont you (my neptune 3rd house can relate so you’re not alone lol)

taurus moon + scorpio venus lovers >>

the best omg this guy that im talking to right now has this combo and he’s always spoiling me with gifts, mind you we’re not even dating 😂 and they’re SO observant. like i play my music around him sometimes and yesterday he literally surprised me with a playlist of my favorite songs & his favorite songs (he’s moving away so he made it for me to listen while he’s gone when i miss him 💔) but wow. if you want real love, these people are it

pluto 4th house people.. how’s your family/home life?

pluto 1st house people.. how many times has it felt like you killed your old self just to make a new one? coming back stronger and stronger each time of course

im soo tired of this gemini venus slander and saying WE CHEAT! we dont cheat we just lose interest fast if you’re boring or fail to keep our brains stimulated. just dont be monotone/boring, make us laugh & we’ll be willing to work on the connection 😁 its also just that we dont really deal well with a bunch of intense emotions being thrown at us. give us time

capricorn moon people.. are you ok? and dont lie to me

scorpio suns.. how is your relationship with your father?

i saw someone say how saturn in 1st house people hate the inverted filter & they were nott wrong. my sister has this placement and she despises it. always picking at every single flaw she has whole time she looks fine lol

[goldsbitch]

Our wedding

Y/N and Lando probably went a little too overboard when planning their wedding. She finally looses it when his friend suggests a product placement bucket hat.

A dream wedding.

Distant palazzo, with acres of private lands to roam around at night. Lavish dress, designed to fit perfectly and re-done three times. Coordinators, who made sure everyone who needed to be invited actually was. And also took care about almost anything one can imagine.

A perfect wedding, that's what they both wanted. Go big or go home. Combining romance, with generously giving everyone they loved, or deemed important, the time of their life. To say that this event was supposed to be extra would be an understatement.

Lando said yes to all of Y/N's wished regarding flower arrangements, menu items and rooming lists. She said yes to all of this ideas about the music, sound systems set up in each part of the venue (because heaven would turn upside down if there had been one quiet spot with no music, according to Lando) and drinks choices. They could not agree on the photographer - so Lando just booked his, and hers option as well. Saving money was not on the table. He knew that the amount of good PR and brand deals the Quadrant team managed to get together was going to pay out in the long run. Everyone loves a wedding.

That's where the first issues started - the amount of people invited grew into higher hundreds. She voiced her point few times, but Lando quickly shut those off with a promise to book a private charter for all friends and family who were coming from her homeland. She caved in and agreed to just few more CEO's she'd never met, as long as they did not share their table.

It was the final two months before the wedding and things could not be more hectic. They had to plan the wedding around Lando's race schedule, so summer break between races it was. Y/N had to juggle her job with all of this planning, so she attended less races than she usually would. Most of the calls she shared with Lando were wedding related and it seemed like his best friend Max took it upon himself to speak on behalf of Lando - so sometimes it felt like she was marrying Max rather than her fiancé. After a total break down she had few days ago, which resulted in her crying on the phone to Lando at 4 am his local time, they agreed she absolutely had to come over to the next race so that they could find some down time.

//

Having to endure a tiring overnight flight, she finally stepped into the hotel where Lando was staying at. Exhausted, jet-lagged and generally in a bad mood were the main ingredients in the perfect cocktail of "you should just avoid me" Y/N. She finally opened the door to his room and let out a groan. Traveling to see him used to be her favorite thing. A bombastic cherry on top was that she immediately recognized Max's voice coming from the living room. Was this guy staying in the same room as them now?

"Y/N, is that you?" she heard, desperately hoping he hadn't heard her enter in. She felt like a bitch for wishing that, but he was the last person she wanted to see at that point. Her hopes of jumping in the bed and cuddling Lando the first thing coming here dissolved like cotton candy, leaving tooth aches behind.

"Yes, Max, it's me," she said, not even bothering adjusting her tone to something more socially appropriate.

"Great, just on time. Can you come in here? We have some decisions that are becoming pressing matters," he said dryly and added his own frustrated comment quietly "...since someone does not feel like answering emails." She heard that, bit her lip and swallowed all her comments, otherwise she would explode.

"What's up?" she asked, entering the living space. There were dozens of baseball caps and buckets hats laid down on the coffee table with Max and some random young guy towering over them.

"We need you to pick out one of these which you'll be wearing after the reception. I have a great brand deal on the table which I need to close today. So, go ahead - pick one." She could not believe the words coming out of Max's mouth. Was he for real?

"May I ask when did I agree to wearing a baseball cap with my dress right after my wedding?"

Max glanced at her and then rolled his eyes. "Can you just pick one? Lando is on board with this, he'll be wearing this green one," he pointed to objectively very nice stylish item of clothing - but still, it was a bucket hat. Rage levels shot up in Y/N blood steam.

"Max, I'm suppose to be wearing my wedding dress until the evening, that's also in some deal you guys made," she proclaimed, hoping this would finally make him get some sense. "The dress is very classical, I don't think this would fit the vibe."

"Oh, come, we agreed to sticking to the Quadrant Athletes color palette and all of these check that. We want to break the classical vibe up with this."

"I'm sorry, who exactly is we in this scenario? And who the fuck are you?!" she pointed at the guy standing next to Max.

"I'm...I'm the product placement controller," he said in a shy voice.

Her eyes just went wide at that point.

"Y/N, no need to freak out again, you need to create a viral moment to make the brand grow," Max said, as if he was talking about a new merch launch.

And that was the final straw. "I'm getting sick of you guys making my wedding into a Quadrant PR stunt. You need to realize this is my wedding, not yours! The whole event is already dripping with brand deals and promotions, is there nothing out of line to you? Will my mom also have to wear one of these hats? Will force the officiant to wear sneakers? Where will you stop?"

Max stared at her, his own cup finally also full. But unlike her, he spoke calmly - again, giving strong business vibes. "Oh, I'm sorry - I'm sorry I am pulling heaven and Earth to make sure your wedding does not ruin your future husband! I apologize that I seem to be more stressed about this wedding than you are. Sorry for caring and trying to uphold some standard."

"Max, this is all too much! I feel like I'm suffocating," she tried to reason with him once more.

He just had enough at that point. So many little moments of mutual disagreement finally grew on him.

"Yeah, well maybe you're just not suited for this world."

Before she could even take a breath to respond, a familiar voice cut them both off.

"Guys, that's enough I'd say," Lando said as he slowly stepped out the same corridor Y/N had entered moments ago. Both Max and Y/N turned around, knowing they'd have spoken way differently had they known he was there as well.

Max gulped, knowing he stepped over a line and immediately started to apologize. "Mate, I'm sorry, we just sort of lost it. I'm sorry."

Lando glanced at him, his face suddenly hard to read for both his friend and his fiancée. He quickly flashed Y/N a look, seeing the obvious distress finally on his own, in a way the camera on a phone just does not capture. It pained him to see them two fighting, but it pained him more to see her on the verge of crying.

She couldn't find words to apologize to Max. In fact she could barely even see him, as Lando took all of her attention.

"Can you guys leave us for now? I think we need to talk alone," Lando said in a tone so serious that Max hardly remembered last time he'd heard it.

"Yeah, mate. Of course," he said shyly, gesturing to his companion to quickly exit with him.

Once the door finally clicked, Y/N felt like she could get out of her frozen state.

"My god. Lando, I knew it would be a challenge these few months, but I did not expect to grow so far away from you," she said, as the words flew out of her mouth without her being able to control it.

He was more careful with his words, but brave nevertheless. "It's true. I don't think we've even been so distant."

Him acknowledging it just made it real and hurt more.

"Right. At least we have that in common."

There was an awkward silence, something these two hadn't experienced in months.

"Why is Max involved so much?" she asked, hoping that she would not hear anything that would make her biggest fear come true - Lando's lack of desire to marry her.

He took a moment to get his point in the right order. "He's my best friend. This is our wedding. I can't stop focusing on racing, but I want it to be perfect. I'd say not giving him any credit sometimes."

Of course, he was defending him. She wondered if he defended her in front of Max sometimes.

All card on the table. She gulped before uttering the next sentence. "I'm scared that I don't want to go to my own wedding anymore. I feel like an unwanted guest."

They shared a look full of hidden pain. It was impossible to tell, but Lando was scared as never before. "What are you saying...Do you want to call it of??"

She looked back at him, praying that he would understand. "God no, that's the last thing I want to do," she sighed and put her head in her hands. How did it got to a place where he could even assume that? "Marrying you, the love of my life, is my dream. In fact, I'd just like to jump to the moment where I can finally say yes to you."

The air still felt really heavy. "Then let's do just that."

"What do you mean?"

Lando took few steps closer to her, missing her close proximity for the past few weeks. He desperately needed to fix them. "Let's book a wedding for next week in Monaco, just you me and any other people required by the law."

The idea of that seemed silly at first. But the more she thought about it, the more she craved that idea. "So, you want to call the actual wedding off?"

Lando chuckled at the image of them cancelling that at last minute and all the hustle that would bring. "No, silly, not unless you really want to. But who says we can't have a fake ceremony there, celebrate with everyone, while already being married at that point? We don't need to tell anyone, keep the magic for them. We can have two weddings."

It was her time to laugh now. "So because we find organizing one wedding hard, we're going to be doing two now?"

"We are anything but conventional. And if this is news for you then, well...That would mean I'm marrying the queen of delulu. Twice."

The weight of the past weeks was lifted.

"Does this mean I can say "No." at the big wedding?" she teased him, closing the distance between them and holding his hand.

"Not if I'll say "No." first," he winked and quickly gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm not wearing a bucket hat. Just stating that now."

"Oh come, at least one of our weddings," he said as he ruffled her hair. "Wow, I think you need a post airport shower, my love."

"Do not try and change the topic - no bucket hats!" she mumbles as she tried to fix her hair.

"Fine, I'll just get you drunk. You'll wear a bucket hat at one of our weddings one way or another."

It felt so good to just banter with him, like they always did before they got caught up in all the stress. A shot of guilt went through her system, as she flashed back at the whole process so far.

"I should probably apologize to Max," she uttered, avoiding his eye contact once again.

He finally hugged her. "Yeah probably. But...let him rot in his feelings for a moment. I hate when someone makes you upset. Apart from me, of course."

"What makes me upset right now is the alarming amount clothes you're wearing."

"That's my girl!"

//

They got legally married the following weekend, Lando bribing anyone he could in order for them to skip few spots that were unavailable. The first wedding was secret and full of inappropriate, but honest kisses. The second one was fake, but they slayed it together, as newly married couple. Without the stress of actually getting married, they really enjoyed their wedding. The little secret stayed with them - and Max of course, because he just had to get involved with everything.

[pablitogavii]

Hiii gorgeous ☺️

But I have this adorable idea for a story featuring Pablo . How about a future story where the reader attends a wedding with Pablo and his family? They decide to wear matching outfits. Before his family member's wedding, when they see each other in their wedding attire, he wants to give the reader a kiss. She asks him to kiss her gently so that her lipstick/lip gloss won’t smudge, and they share a very cute moment together. Maybe even his parents or Aurora tease them playfully, but in a fun and non-offensive way. Throughout the whole wedding, they are being so cute, and they steal the show.

Hope you like the idea, and maybe consider writing it in the future! I just genuinely wanted to share my idea with you ☺️

Wedding

Summary: You and Pablo were family friends since childhood and you were invited to attend wedding as his date..little did they know you two had a secret crush on each other.

"Do I have to wear this mamá!?" Pablo was already whining not sure how to tie his bow properly and Aurora was giggling and showing me his confused face on the face time call.

"Pablo, stop complaining and finish getting ready! Y/n is waiting for us to pick her up.." Belen said rushing around the house to make sure she gets all the gifts and the cake she made for the bride.

When they arrived, I came out in a black dress matching Pablo's suit and he politely came out and opened the door for me. We were friends for a long time but in the past few months I started to develop feelings for my close family friend and now we were attending wedding together! Just great!

I never expected Pablo to feel the same way since he had so many beautiful fan girls some of them photo models and influencers that were so much more attractive than me.

"Porque estas triste chiqui?" he asked touching my hand and I felt a shiver move down my spine at that simple physical contact. I always feel insecure when I think about this..so I ignored it often.

"Just tired.." I lied and he smiled moving closer and kissing my cheek. He was always a physical touch type of person so it wasn't weird to have him hug or kiss my cheek often.

"We'll survive this together.." he said and we both giggled while pulling up the the venue and a bunch of girls attached his window begging for photos. The same feelings returned..Pablo will never return my feelings when he has so many options.

When we walked in, Pablo pulled out my chair, brought me a drink and always checked if I needed anything. Aurora and Javi danced majority of the night while me and Pablo sat together and talked about random things.

"You look beautiful tonight chiqui.." he randomly said and I blushed.

"Thank you! You cleaned up nice yourself, only.." I said fixing up his bow tie a little not expecting him to take my hands in his and kiss them lovingly..luckily Belen interrupted out moment before i freaked out!

One thing I loved most about our relationship is that it was never boring when we were together, there was always something to talk about and no matter what it was never avkward.

"Um..do you maybe want to dance with me Y/n?" he said shyly and I looked at him with blushing cheeks.

"Since when do you dance Pablo?" I asked and Belen caught onto what we were talking about pushing us to try it together.

"Let's go embarrass ourselves together, shall we my lady?" he said and I swear my heart almost broke our of my chest when I heard him call me my lady. I stood up taking his hand and walking to the dance floor.

"Okay just try and follow me..." he said snaking his arms around my waist and pulling me close while I gulped trying not to faint from the feeling of being this close to him finally.

"So tell me what makes you sad chiqui.." he asked again and I felt nervous not really knowing how to approach this topic the right way..I couldn't tell him the truth and I hated lying to my best friend.

"It's really nothing Pablo.." I tried the same method and his hand went to the side of my face making me shut up and just stare into his eyes.

"We don't lie to each other chiqui?" he reminded and I sighed. He was right..so I decided to say partial truth.

"I just wonder what your fan girls have to say for me being your date for a wedding..?" I said and he rolled his eyes as his grip on my waist tightened.

"I don't care about that! And I'm glad it's you..because I know you and I feel comfortable with you. We were friends for so long.." he said and I sighed about to pull away but he pulled me back quickly making me look up.

"Stop!" he said sternly and I whimpered pouting at him as he sighed.

"Why?" I said and he drew invisible circles on my waist. I was breathing heavily looking at him as his eyes moved lower watching my lips now.

"Can I kiss you?" he whispered underneath his breath while focusing on my lips and I was in utter shock at his question. I wasn't even sure that I heard his right..did he just ask to kiss me!?

"U..um..do you want to?" I asked and his hand started caressing my cheek while his eyes were glued on my lips. Damn I wish he would kiss me already!

'So bad chiqui.." he said moving closer and looking into my eyes as to check if I was approving of his actions. When I smiled and didn't move but nodded he cupped my cheeks and kissed my lips passionately.

"P..Pablo.." I whimpered and he smiled pulling me in again and kissing my lips with passion while his hands went into my hair not letting me move an inch.

We completely forgot where we were, standing there, holding each other and kissing like we are the only two people left on Earth..and it was perfect..everything I ever imagined. Suddenly people clapped around us and we pulled away embarrassed.

"We really embarrassed ourselves.." I said and he grabbed my hand looking around the crowd who was aweing and smiling.

"Come with me chiqui.." he pulled me outside into the garden passing Aurora on the way who slipped "congrats hermano!" and made him smile wide.

"Come here.." he said pulling onto my waist while sitting on the bench and placing me on his lap. I rested against him blushing and smiling like an idiot the entire time..was this real?

"Is this real Pablo?" I asked turning to face him and he smiled nodding him head and pulling me close to leave a few more sweet gentle kisses on my lips.

"Why wouldn't it be real mi amor?" he said using the words I waited so long to hear leave his mouth..he was saying it to me..he called me mi amor like in some fairytale.

"B..because you're Pablo Gavi and I.." I started and he shut me up with a kiss.

"You're the most gorgeous and kindhearted girl I have ever met mi amor..and the only one I want" he said making me stare at him in awe. Just as I was about to lean in and kiss him first this time did Aurora pull my hand making me stand off his lap.

"Aii que lindo but they are throwing a bouquet! All ladies have a chance to catch it!" she said pulling me inside as I gave Pablo apologetic look and he smiled walking inside as well.

"Whoever catches it, will be a happy bride!" Belen said walking up to Pablo with his father who smiled pretending to close his son's mouth when he watched him stare at me form afar.

"I take it she said yes Pablito?" his dad asked and Pablo blushed nodding his head while his father tapped his shoulder proudly.

"Que!? you and y/n hijo??" his mom was surprised but happy at the same time that her son is with someone she knew and trusted so much to take care of him.

"Only you were clueless to their secret crush they had on each other Belen" his dad said making everyone laugh. The the bouquet was thrown and it landed straight into my hands making everyone call "Gavi Gavi!" and my face to go completely red. Pablo saw this and quickly joined me pulling me into his chest while everyone cheered.

"You would be a perfect bride in the future amor.." he said kissing the top of my head as everyone went back to their business and we slow danced with each other once again happy to finally do so as a real couple!

"Are you happy now mi amor?" he asked while we danced resting his forehead against mine and I smiled.

"The happiest!" I answered and he smiled pulling me into another kiss.

y.n.bebe

look at the starts..look how they shine for you💗

comentarios:

pablogavi: mi amorcito😍

y/n/bebe: 😳

aurorapaezg: the way she looks at mi hermanito💗💗💗

y/n/bebe: hehe❤️

gavigavifans: adorable!!

belengavira: future mrs Gavira 😍

aurorapaezg: she caught the bouquet!

y/n/bebe: 😳

pablogavi:😊

[quitealotofsodapop]

Just read through the MKEgged tag, and where's Redson? I want to see the roller-coaster he goes on of "A baby!? Wait, who's the father If it can't be me? Oh, okay, no other parent. I'll step in and help, what do you mean the pregnancy has a high mortality rate!?"

Just this guy trying to figure out what he's feeling and how to handle things with this baby, because yay baby, but also No you're not allowed to die!"

Prev.

haha yes! XD

Red Son's bull-brain tells him "Whomst is the father!?" immediately, even if him and MK aren't in a fully romantic relationship yet. His infatuation tells him that only *he* can father Noodle Boy's progeny!

The fact that the pregnancy was magical in nature calms him down only a little bit... until he learns that MK's true species have a high maternal mortality rate due to this unique form of reproduction.

Red Son, busting on into MK's prenatal appointment: "Noodle Boy!! Who said that you're allowed to die!? I strictly forbid it!"

Red Son goes out of his way to investigate what knowledge is available on Stone Monkeys so he can devise a way to help MK survive and recover. He knocks on the door of every soul he can think of who would hold some idea of what to do; Lao Tzu, The Gold Star of Venus, and even Guanyin herself.

The alchemist and planet god both only had second-hand accounts of how Stone Monkeys lived, but provided copies of their literature all the same.

Approaching her old master was a little awkward, but the Bodhisattva Guanyin is a patron god of safe childbirth, and Red Son wanted to have their input on the matter. To her surprise, Guanyin was equally concerned for MK's well-being - and had already offered to attend the birth to ensure that they could monitor MK and the baby. Red Son learns from Guanyin that Sun Wukong himself had such questions many centuries ago, but curiously dropped the matter sometime after the Journey. Former master and disciple share a warm goodbye, finally reunited by their worry over a noodle monkey-boy.

Xiwangmu was still mourning the loss of her husband, so Red Son thought it improper to bother her on such a matter - but clearly Lao Tzu or Gold Star blabbed. The very next time Red Son stepped into the Celestial Realm, he found himself swept into a suffocating hug by the Queen Mother of the West.

Xiwangmu, weeping: "Oh, my little fire opal. You are so proactive! Scouring the Heavens and Earth to find a way to save your mate and child!" Red Son, confused: "EHH!?!?"

Turns out, the Queen Mother had a gut-reaction to hearing that her grandson's beloved ("WHO TOLD!?" shrieks Red) Monkey Prince was pregnant. And that reaction was; "GREAT-GRANDCUBS?!?!"

Red Son barely has a second to object. The Queen Mother weeps how the Jade Emperor is to miss the birth of his first great-grandchild, but that the pregnancy is a light in a very dark time for her and the court. She orders her court secretary to give Red Son unlimited access to the celestial library so that he can continue his research.

After the whirlwind of discovering that apparently even Heaven itself blames him for MK's Egg, Red Son turns to only two known members of the Noodle Boy's species.

Sun Wukong and the Six Eared Macaque.

The Macaque was the most difficult to get information out of since he kept slipping into the shadows whenever Red brought up questions on his species. Luckily one attempt/battle (it got out of hand) lead to the appearance of Sun Wukong on the scene.

Wukong: "What's the issue, firecracker?" Red Son, holding thick notepad: "I need to understand your species so I can devise a way to prevent MK's stone egg from killing him!" Macaque, turns off powers: "Oh! Why didn't you say so? I thought you were trying to dissect me or something!" XD Wukong: "We know almost everything there is on our species, so fire away kiddo." Red Son: "Yes! Finally! Question 1; in the case of self-spawned eggs, is the child a genetic clone of the parent?" Wukong & Macaque: (*both shake their heads*) Wukong: "Oh no. Its not a clone. You see, the Egg absorbs Dao from it's surroundings - not just it's parent. So it steals bits of DNA from whatever troop happens to be around. You know like friends, family-" Macaque, slyly: "Former mates." Wukong: "Former ma- hey!" (*glares*) Red Son, thinking: "So an additional source of life energy could supplement MK's own depleted supply?" Wukong: "Yeah... but the healthiest option is usually a dear friend or life partner. Someone who can cling to them and supply the most juice. Also helpful if the pregnant person wants their kid to look like their fave person." Macaque, knowing smile: "Or... whoever they have a big crush on." Red Son: (*hair-flames briefly flicker pink in blush as he imagines a red-furred baby monkey with calf hooves*) Red Son: "Wait. How come you both know so much about this topic? I know Sun Wukong has access to the celestial library, but Macaque has been barred from the palace grounds since the rebellion! Why do you share the same knowledge?" Wukong & Macaque: (*both start spluttering and choking on air*) Wukong, trying to find words: "You see-! We uh...!" Macaque: (*fades into background at 50% opacity, hiding face in scarf*) Red Son, realising: "Ah. I see. Thank you for your input, gentlemen." Wukong: "Where are you going now?" Red Son: "I'm going over to Noodle Boy's place. I have been invited for company." (*Red Son leaves. Macaque phases back in*) Wukong: "Well. The Egg might not be her doing. But she certainly wishes it was." Macaque: "I'm just glad they didn't try getting more out of us." Wukong, cheeky grin: "Like what? How we both know so much about Stone Eggs because once upon a time we wanted some of our own?" Macaque: (*hides face in scarf again*) "Shut up, peaches."

As for the Demon Bull parents? Well..

PIF, calmly writing letters: "Even if the child was not made the traditional fashion, we will both adore them all the same. I expect any grandchildren of mine to be as beloved as a prince or princess ought to be." DBK, arms full of baby shower gifts: "Make sure to note the exact hour, day, month, and year of the child's birth! It's very important for divining the calf's fortune!" Red Son, flames twitching: "Are you two-!? ARE YOU PLANNING A ROYAL BIRTH ANNOUNCEMENT!?" PIF: "Do not shout dear. My mother visited shortly after you left. Seems that a certain child of mine has been asking around about celestial monkeys and safe magical birthing practices, and it's stirred the court's rumour mill. Me and the simians are planning a formal announcement once the child arrives." Red Son, blushing pink: "I would have gone through the same effort if I only considered them a mere ally." PIF: "I know you would. But a mere ally, does not donate so much life energy to the parent in hopes that the child becomes theirs." Red Son: (*blush grows even bigger, flames spit embers onto the surrounding furniture*) PIF, brushes embers off of desk: "Hopefully, Xiaotian doesn't experience the terrible heartburn I did whilst carrying you." Red Son: "Mother!" DBK, wincing with sympathy: "Only exacerbated by your cravings, my love! You had a great desire for charcoal and spiced meat on the bone."

MK texts Red Son a few hours later asking if he'd like to go out for some barbecue; "Just started craving it for some reason. Oh! And we should make sure to get cheese tea too! Acid reflux acting up rn and I need something to quench the flame."

Red is so down bad.

It's not all sunshine and baby monkeys though - there is genuine worry across the families about MK's condition. None more so than the men who raised him.

(*Red is leaving MK's place after a hang out session, when a certain pig-man in the kitchen speaks up*) Pigsy: "Hey... thanks for being there for him." Red Son, surprised: "Huh? Oh! No problem..." Pigsy: "I know you like him. Like, like-like him. I don't exactly approve but.... you've been going out of your way to find ways to help me. Make sure he..." Pigsy: (*trails off, eyes puffy*) Red Son: (*quietly approaches, awkwardly places a hand on Pigsy's shoulder*) Pigsy: "Promise me something." Red Son: "Ok." Pigsy: "If the worst happens... I want you to still be there. For them. Not just because you like him. But because you really care about him and his kid." Red Son, certain: "I do. I truly care for Xiaotian. And I wish to be there for him through it all. And if the unthinkable were to occur, I would still be there for them." Pigsy, wipes tears with sleeve: "Thanks, punk." Red Son: "Again, no problem." Pigsy, changing tone: "Now! What's with this letter I got saying MK and his baby are gonna be presented to the Heavenly and Infernal Court?" Red Son, remembers previous encounters: "oops."

Once he fully explains the misunderstanding in heaven, Pigsy whacks Red with a spatula.

[munsonsmixtapes]

https://www.tumblr.com/munson-memories/747987127426531328/idk-if-you-take-requests-but-i-had-this-idea-in-my?source=share

MY HEART HURTS OOOH 😭😭

Got me feeling all loved up on a wednesday morning ❤

How do you think their friends and family reacted 🎉

That’s such a great question! Here’s how I think it would go!

Eddie x bestie!fem!reader

word count: 1,071

cw: none!

The table was filled with all of the people you loved the most. It was your parents and Wayne and Steve and Robin and the kids. You had told them all that you had an announcement and they all agreed to come over to your apartment to have dinner even though they all could guess what your news was.

The two of you couldn’t contain your excitement. Even though you hadn’t told anyone, you both still spent hours every night before bed looking at everything wedding related, whether it was a gown magazine or researching a venue, or even ordering a wedding cake sampler despite not having set the date yet. You couldn’t have been more thrilled to share the rest of your lives with each other and each have rings to show everyone that you belonged to each other.

You stood from the table and clinked your champagne glass with your spoon to get everyone’s attention. The chatter stopped and they all turned to the head of the table where you had been standing.

“I just wanted to thank everyone for being here tonight,” you started. “As you know, Eddie and I have been friends practically our whole lives. We’ve never left each other’s side and have been there through thick and thin. Despite everyone’s assumption that we were a couple, that was never really something we thought about or discussed.”

“Well,” Eddie took over. “I have loved y/n since I could remember. I wasn't sure in what way, but now I know. I want to spend the rest of my life with her and the other night, I proposed and she said yes.”

Everyone was silent for a moment before they were all reaching into their wallets or purses for cash. They were all either passing it across the table or the people next them and you were wondering what they were all doing.

“I’m sorry, what’s going on?” You asked, clearly confused by the money being passed around.

“Well, I thought you were going to tell us you were pregnant,” your mother answered.

“So did I,” Steve added. “And Rob was right so I owed her twenty bucks.” The whole thing didn’t surprise you in the slightest. You wondered how quickly they had all come up with it this time.

“Oh, so you all bet on what we were announcing?” You quirked an eyebrow, trying to seem serious but you ended up letting out a laugh and Eddie was quick to join in.

“Sorry,” your father shrugged. “It’s easy money.”

“Let me see the ring,” your mother waved you over and you moved to her left, holding your hand out so she could get a good look. Everyone who couldn’t see it from their seats all gathered around you as they all “oohed” and “aahed” at the sparkly diamond on your finger.

“It’s beautiful, y/n,” your mother responded. “You’re going to be such a beautiful bride.” You could see her tearing up which only made you do the same. She wiped away your tears with the pads of her thumbs then pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “My baby’s not a baby anymore.”

“Oh, mom. I’m still your baby.” You pulled her into a hug that she was quick to return. At that, it seemed like everyone wanted to get in on it, so you made the rounds hugging everyone, Wayne being last.

You held onto him the longest since he always seemed to give the best hugs second to Eddie. Wayne had been like a second father to you. You felt like you could go to him for anything. It could have been a scraped knee or even a broken heart and he would have patched you up literally and metaphorically. He always gave the best advice and it was always accompanied by a cup of coffee at the table in his kitchen.

Wayne didn’t think there was a better person for his nephew. From the first time he had seen the two of you together, he knew that you were going to be in Eddie’s life for a long time. You were sweet and selfless and clearly wanted to be friends with Eddie because you liked him for who he was.

“Thank you for taking care of my boy,” he patted your back.

“I wouldn’t want to do anything else. He’s my person.” You gave him one more squeeze before letting go.

“And I know he’s very lucky to have that title.” Your cheeks blushed at his words and you turned to the man who you were going to call your husband who was conversing with Steve. They were both laughing about something and your heart warmed seeing him so happy.

“And I’m lucky to have him.”

“He called me the day he bought the ring.” You turned back to Wayne as he said the words. Eddie had failed to mention that to you.

“He did?”

“He did,” he nodded with a laugh. “The boy was so nervous and I had to calm him down. He loves you so much and he didn’t want to screw it up.”

“He did a wonderful job. You did great raising him, Wayne.” You gave him one last hug then headed back over to your fiancé.

You wrapped your arms around his middle as he was still deep in conversation with Steve. His arms went to your shoulders, pulling you as close to him as possible. Steve looked at the two of you in admiration. He honestly wasn’t surprised in the slightest at hearing about your engagement and was shocked that neither of you had popped the question sooner.

Him and Robin had a bet going for so long to see when the two of you were going to finally realize your feelings for each other. They couldn’t believe that it had actually taken twenty years for you to finally see that you were soulmates. It had been obvious to everyone around you, but apparently not to the two of you.

You turned to Eddie and looked into his warm brown eyes, feeling your heart warm at seeing the way they softened for you. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips that you gratefully accepted. You were going to live happily ever after with the only person you’d ever want to spend it with and you couldn’t have been more grateful to have him.

[fayrobertsuk]

Poetry for ALL - an appeal

When I said "yes" to helping Rose Drew host what turned out to be the first ever Poetry for ALL in 2018, I had no solid idea what I was getting myself into, but through all the amazing events, brilliant performers, amazing interpreters, and fascinating venues, several observations have stayed firm:

These events are both loved and necessary – there's something immensely powerful, on a personal as well as societal level, about putting disabled people in spaces where they can perform without having to strive to overcome the usual tedious access issues, or see other disabled people telling their truths, amplified and spotlit and attended to (or both, of course). All our performers have physical, mental, or sensory disabilities, or are neurodivergent (and most are a combination of the above), and there's something undeniable about being among the majority for once.

It is increasingly difficult to fund these events, despite all of the above, the Arts Council yet again turning us down, this time on the grounds that we hadn't "demonstrated the demand" for such an event. I'm pretty angry about this, but mostly in the "okay, fine, we'll just have to show them, then" way.

Rose is a terrifying force for nature and I'm glad we're on the same team.

So we're doing the event again in York, despite both of us being different types of really ill, and we're livestreaming and recording it, and we have an amazing lineup of artists that you should really grab the opportunity to witness, especially at the prices we're offering (hell, the livestream is pay-what-you-can!), and we're crowdfunding again, because that worked last time, but we're really behind, and could do with some help.

The events are so accessible it's unreal - fully wheelchair accessible venue, poem text projected onto the screens, BSL interpreters for all spoken word, Covid-safer performance space, I'll do audio descriptions for anyone who needs them, low ticket prices and discounts for disabled attendees (plus free access for personal assistants), and if I can find my Braille label-maker, we'll have a Brailled merch table to boot!

So if you fancy helping out an event that showcases some of today's most exciting disabled UK poets (Rick Dove and FR Kesby headlining?! What?!), or you just want some nifty merch, or you'd like to help us demonstrate to the Arts Council that yes, there's a bloody demand for this kind of work, you can click any of the links above to buy tickets for the York show or the livestream, sponsor us until 23rd December this year, or buy our merchandise in the shop.

And please, PLEASE do share this as widely as you can!

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Weak - Tyler Joseph/Blurryface x Fem!Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph/Blurryface x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mental health issues and physical violence

Word Count: 2639

Summary: On the Blurryface tour you meeting start working with Tyler as you film the tour documentary. However, you soon realise that Tyler's struggling and his alter ego, Blurryface is out of control.

Tyler and I met on tour. I was fresh out of film school and my friend Mark had offered me to join him working for the band. Mark was from Columbus, the same city as both members of the band, and both of us had dreamed of making music videos for a living. He was hired to be the new creative and content director for the band and was already planning out music videos for their new album, Blurryface. Mark filmed content while I edited and distributed it, but things changed when we went on tour. The band was getting bigger and bigger every month and their album very quickly went to the top of the charts. The email arrived only a month before the Blurryface tour was to start. A message, directly from Josh and Tyler, asking if I would accompany Mark and help film and document their performances. Immediately, I agreed. 

It wasn’t until the fifth show that I properly met Josh. He was alone in his dressing room getting ready. It was one of the few shows that they had to head to stage separately. Mark was assigned to Tyler, and I to Josh. We’d talked about their album, what tour was like, different drum sets, anything to really pass the time. At the end of the show, Mark and I planned to head back to the tour bus like usual but Josh had asked me to stay behind. Mark was asked to stay on the bus, but with all the bunks taken up, I’d rented a van to sleep in. Josh and I went out to grab Chipotle together, something I hadn’t done in a long time. 

“Did you get to see the show tonight?” he asked me. 

“Yeah, from behind a camera,” I laughed. The show had been amazing, the confetti, drums, and Tyler’s rapping had blown my mind. “You’re very good.” Josh had laughed at that and ran a hand through his dyed red hair. 

“Have you met Tyler yet?” He took a bite from his burrito as we walked back into the parking lot of the venue. I shook my head. 

“Not yet, he seems cool though.” We sat down just outside the bus to finish our food. 

“He’s awesome. I think you’d like him,” Josh smiled. 

Boy he was right. 

Tyler and I met a week later. Josh and I had shared Chipotle every night since we first met. He’d invited Tyler to join us. He shook my hand when Josh finally introduced us, which took me by surprise. Tyler was quiet though, much more than Josh had let on. 

“What’s his issue?” I asked him later that night. 

“He’s just nervous, it’s all anxiety.” I laughed at that. How could Tyler have anxiety when he performs in front of thousands of people every night? I went back to the van to get some rest. I sat in the back with the lights turned on, editing footage from the show on my computer and setting up social media posts for the next morning. Three small knocks sounded from the front left door. It scared the shit out of me, if I was being honest. 

“Y/N?” a small murmur sounded from outside the van. I got up and opened the back door, crawling out of the van to see who it was. Tyler and Josh. Both of them. 

“Hey guys.” I could feel my face move with confusion, and tried to not offend either of them. “What’s up?” Josh elbowed Tyler in the ribs causing him to wince in slight pain. 

“I wanted to talk to you about a music video idea I have,” Tyler said. 

“You’re welcome to come in,” I smiled, pushing the back doors of my van further. Josh claimed he was too tired to stay up and headed off to the bus, but Tyler climbed in after me, shutting the doors. 

“Gosh I remember the days of being in a van, Mark used to travel with us like that,” Tyler pulled out a notebook from his pocket. 

“What’s the song the video’s for?” I asked, creating a new document on my computer to type on. 

“It’s actually from the last album, it’s called Car Radio.”

“And the idea?” I started typing.

“Well, um… I want to shave my head and have footage from a live show with everyone frozen looking at me,” Tyler seemed insecure about this idea, his voice relatively quiet. 

“I think it’s a good idea Tyler, thanks for sharing. I can definitely talk to Mark about it and see what we can get planned.” I was expecting Tyler to continue on explaining his idea but he went quiet. “What?”

“I wanted to make the video with you, a home video type thing,” he looked at me calmly. 

“With me? But… why?” I was very confused. Tyler moved closer to me before speaking. 

“Because you interest me. Because I’ve been watching you for the last month and you’ve caught my attention. You’re incredibly talented Y/N.” We agreed to create the video with my handheld camera and to keep everything a secret, minus Josh, who of course knew everything. 

Over the next few weeks Tyler spent the night after shows in my van, planning the video. He spoke to me about his ideas, his thoughts for their next album and how they planned to go on a year hiatus after this tour. Tyler was unlike anyone else I’d ever met, kind and gifted with creativity beyond anything I’d seen before. Within a month, everything was prepared and ready. Josh would make sure no one would know what we were doing in Tyler’s dressing room, I would hold the razor to his head and I’d make sure we had every possible angle on tape. 

“Are you ready?” I asked. Tyler nodded. 

“Yep,” he took a deep breath before turning on the razor. With each and every movement of the razor another clump of hair fell to the floor, each captured on my video camera. Once he was done, I turned off the camera and put it aside. 

“Come here,” he reached his arms out towards me. I moved to sit next to him and he wrapped his arm around me. 

“How’s it feel to have a shaved head?” I looked up at Tyler, realizing very quickly how close he was to me. 

“Weird, very weird,” he laughed, feeling his head with the hand not wrapped around me. 

“Tyler?” I asked and he hummed in response. “Your head’s going to get cold if you’re not careful.” His laugh rattled through me as he pulled me closer. 

There was a moment of silence between us. The air around us charged with something unspoken. Tyler’s eyes flickered down to my lips and back up to meet my gaze. Slowly, as if giving me a chance to pull away, he leaned in. I closed the small gap between us, pressing my lips to his. The kiss was gentle at first, exploratory. Then, as if a dam had broken, it deepened. Tyler’s hand moved to the back of my head, pulling me closer, and I responded with equal fervor. When we finally pulled apart, both breathless, Tyler rested his forehead against mine. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he admitted, his voice low.

“Me too,” I confessed, my heart still racing.

“But I shouldn’t have. Y/N, I’m not what you think I am.” I cupped his face in my hands. 

“No Tyler, you are much more. Nothing about you can change how I see you.” I press my lips to his again, but he gets up and walks out, muttering some excuse about Josh needing him. 

We hadn’t talked for four days, not even Josh came to talk to me, and Mark didn’t even know we’d started talking in the first place. I’d edited all the footage of Tyler and sent it to him in an email. Now I was back to normal with filming from the stage and setting up social media. Tyler had ignored me most of the time we were on stage but at least Josh had given me a couple smiles. After the show ended, I headed back to my room to clean up some of my lenses. I grabbed my camera bag and walked through the halls finishing up for the night. Tyler had definitely had a good show, which I’d expected. Next thing I know, a figure in a mask ran into me.  It was either Tyler or Josh, as he was wearing one of the masks they’d worn that night. Nothing was said and he ran into their shared dressing room. I turned around and walked towards the door. 

I hesitated outside the dressing room, my heart pounding. Should I go in? What if he didn’t want to see me? But something inside urged me to check on him. I knocked gently on the door. 

“Tyler? It’s Y/N. Are you okay?” There was no response. I slowly opened the door and saw Tyler sitting on the floor, his back against the wall, breathing heavily. He had taken off the mask, and his eyes were squeezed shut, his hands trembling. My heart ached seeing him like this. “Tyler!” I rushed to his side, kneeling down next to him. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t look at me, his breaths coming in rapid, uneven gasps. His eyes opened, and I gasped. His eyes were glowing bright red, filled with anger and intensity.

“Y/N, you need to leave,” he said, but his voice was different, harsher. It didn’t sound like Tyler. 

“Let me help you,” I pleaded, reaching out to touch his arm. In an instant, his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, squeezing it painfully. 

“I said leave!” he growled, his grip tightening.

“Tyler, you’re hurting me!” I cried, trying to pull away, but he was too strong. 

Suddenly, the door burst open and Josh was there. “Let her go, Tyler!” he shouted, his voice commanding and filled with urgency. Tyler’s head snapped towards Josh, his eyes still glowing red. For a moment, he seemed to hesitate,  he growled and twisted his head away from me. Then he released me, shoving me away roughly. I stumbled and fell to the floor, my wrist throbbing. 

“Get out of here!” Josh yelled at me, his eyes fierce. “Now!” I scrambled to my feet, my heart racing with fear and confusion. I glanced back at Tyler, who was still glaring at me with those terrifying red eyes, then fled the room, tears streaming down my face. 

I made it back to my van and collapsed inside, my body shaking. What was wrong with Tyler? I couldn’t stop the tears, feeling utterly lost and hurt. A few hours later, a knock sounded on my van door. I wiped my eyes and opened it to find Josh standing there, his expression somber.

“Can I come in?” he asked quietly. I nodded, stepping aside to let him in. He sat down across from me, and for a moment, we sat in silence. “I’m sorry for yelling at you,” Josh began, his voice filled with regret. “I needed to get you out of there. Tyler... wasn’t himself.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice trembling. Josh took a deep breath. “Tyler has this alter ego. He calls it… Blurryface. It’s like a part of him that takes over when he’s feeling angry or insecure. When Blurry takes over, Tyler isn’t in control. He becomes... dangerous.”

I stared at Josh, trying to process what he was saying. “Blurryface?” I repeated. “That’s what happened tonight?” Josh nodded. 

“Yeah. I’ve seen it before, and I knew I had to get you out of there before he really hurt you. Tyler doesn’t want this, Y/N. He’s struggling with it every day.” I felt a pang of sympathy for Tyler, mixed with a lingering fear. 

“Why didn’t he tell me?” I asked softly.

“He didn’t want to scare you,” Josh explained. “Tyler cares about you a lot, but he’s afraid of what he might do. He’s been dealing with this for a long time, and it’s not easy for him to talk about.” I took a deep breath, trying to steady my emotions. “Thank you for telling me. I just... I don’t know what to do now.”

Josh reached out and squeezed my hand. “Just be there for him, Y/N. He needs you, even if he can’t always show it. And remember, when Blurryface takes over, it’s not Tyler. The real Tyler would never hurt you.” I nodded, feeling a sense of resolve. “I’ll be there for him,” I promised. “No matter what.”

After Josh left, I sat in the van, trying to process everything. Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door. I opened it to find Tyler standing there, looking troubled.

“Can we talk?” he asked quietly. I nodded, stepping aside to let him in. He sat down next to me, his eyes downcast. “I’m so sorry for what happened, Y/N. I never wanted you to see that side of me.”

“I understand, Tyler,” I said gently. “Josh explained everything to me. I’m here for you.” He looked up, his eyes filled with gratitude. 

“Thank you. It means a lot to me.” We sat in silence for a moment before Tyler spoke again. “Do you want to get out of here for a bit? I need some fresh air.”

“Sure,” I agreed.

We slipped out of the van, avoiding security, and made our way to a nearby park. We found an empty playground and sat on the swings, gently swaying back and forth. The night was calm, and for a moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.

Tyler turned to me, his expression serious. “Blurryface... he’s who our album is about. It’s all about my struggles with him, with my insecurities and fears.” I reached out and took his hand. 

“You don’t have to face this alone, Tyler. I’m here with you.” He smiled softly, squeezing my hand. 

“Thank you, Y/N. That means everything to me.”

We talked for a while longer, sharing thoughts and dreams. As the night grew colder, we decided to head back. Just as we were about to leave, Tyler leaned in for a kiss. I felt my heart race with anticipation, but suddenly, his eyes flashed red. His hand wrapped around my throat, lifting me slightly off the ground. 

“You think you can save him?” Blurryface hissed, his voice cold and menacing. “Tyler is mine. He’ll always be mine.” I struggled to breathe, fear gripping me as I stared into those glowing red eyes.

 “Tyler, please...” I choked out, trying to reach the person I knew was still in there. Blurryface laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. 

“Tyler is weak. He can’t protect you from me. You’re wasting your time.” Desperation filled me as I tried to reach Tyler. “Tyler? I know you’re stronger than this!”

For a moment, Blurryface’s grip tightened, and I thought I might pass out. But then, Tyler’s eyes flickered, and the red glow began to fade. His hand loosened around my throat, and he dropped me, stepping back in horror.

“Oh my god, Y/N, I’m so sorry!” he cried, pulling me into his arms. “I didn’t mean to— I didn’t want to—”

“No, it’s okay, Tyler,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath. He held me tightly, his body trembling. 

“I never wanted you to see Blurryface. I didn’t want you to be afraid of me.”

“I’m not afraid of you, Tyler,” I whispered, holding his face in my hands. “Come back to my van with me, stay the night.” Tyler agreed and sat in the back with me, wrapping his arms around my body. We were safe for now.

//

I loved writing this and if you want more then let me know because it's super fun to write blurryface as a character!

[givethemsmut]

Dom Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Four | Where It All Started…

Dom slept the entire flight while I sat there filled with anxiety and guilt. I kept scrolling through the snapped photos of the one ultrasound we got before everything fell apart. I should have been miserable at home, crying in bed, and blaming myself. I felt guilty for letting myself be anything else.

I blamed myself and my body so much I hate myself. I wanted to numb myself any way I could to just stop thinking about it.

Dom wasn’t going to understand. Not when he simply wanted to try again and forget it happened altogether.

Pushing another pill between my lips, I chased it with water and felt the placebo effect take hold of me as I scrolled trying to ignore the pain.

Landing I realized I hadn’t slept more than a few hours when I realized the pills were keeping me awake. I had been running on fumes for weeks, since it happened.

I was cruising for disaster and Dom wasn’t ready to pick of my pieces. Not the way we were right now.

All he saw was baggage and damage I had carried with me my whole life.

"I got us a hotel for tonight and tomorrow then we can hop on the bus. It’s ours, no sharing, this time." Dom grabbed our carry-on bags and lead the way off the plane. He had no idea there was a war inside my head that needed the pills still.

Just outside the airport a car pulled up and someone inside nodded their head enough to signal us over. The car ride was quiet, Dom slide his headphones over his ears and I gazed out the window at all the green we didn’t really have back home.

The venue was less chaotic than I had seen it before, maybe more organized or more staff helping it run smoother but no one seemed to be stressed the same way I remembered.

“Let me know if you wanna go to the hotel. I’ll have an Uber take you. I gotta get warmed up, run a rehearsal before my match with dad.” Dom carried both our bags inside the venue while I didn’t race to keep up with his long legs.

Back home in our bed was safe, no one could hurt us but ourselves.

I wasn’t cleared for working out, sex, birth control or even certain foods but that didn’t stop Dom’s fingers from making me come before we even stepped foot on the flight. Granted, it was all he was willing to do but I wasn’t going to be picky.

No one knew better than me knew I didn’t belong here. Wives, girlfriends, even mistresses belonged at home. Safely, at home.

“Mija, what are you doing here?” Rey walked up to me and I put my arms around him in a deep embrace.

Still holding my bag on my arm I looked around to realized Dom rushed off to work without me registering it. “I came with Dom. I couldn’t be at home anymore.”

I could see his expression turned concerned and I couldn’t understand why. “I really hope Dom wasn’t behind this. He could get fired proving a point.”

“What?” My voice was full of hesitation when I couldn’t follow.

“Mija, the video. WWE may love him as a heel but this… it’s too far. You need to talk to him and settle him down. Humble him. You’re the only voice of reason he’ll listen to. I gotta go prep, I’ll see you later?” Rey jogged past me when I still couldn’t comprehend anything he said.

Deeper in the WWE maze backstage I found a familiar face sitting with a group of wrestlers with a plate in front of him. Finn Balor. “What is Dom in trouble for this time?”

Instantly silencing their conversation and flipping over his phone I felt my level of trust diminish. “Maybe we should talk privately…”

“Why?” I simply asked, “Aren’t you guys his friends?”

Finn’s hand smoothed against my back, guiding me away from the table filled with Judgement day members. “Were you behind this?”

Shoving his phone in my hand he pressed play on a video I knew all too well. A darkly lit video with Dom between my legs and my back arched into him. I could hear myself whimpering under him like if I didn’t come I would die.

Snatching the phone out of his hand I locked it to stop from hearing our pants mixing. Holding his phone hostage I shot his an angry look, “Why would I put that out there? Do you think I want him fired?”

“Every gossip and news channel picked it up. It’s got millions of views, princess. It’s not gonna be bad for his image, he’s already a villain. And if you did this then he can cry innocent.” Finn’s words skated down my spine before I handed him back his phone.

“Where’s Dom? Did he see it?” I asked Finn like I was responsible. “The ring, rehearsal. Good luck, Princess.”

Headed towards the ring I spotted Dom taking falls and hits like choreography. Spotting me he rolled up onto his knees and sat on the rope for me. Hesitating I climbed the apron carefully and stepped inside, something I haven’t done since he trained with his dad. “We should talk…”

“Give us a minute…” he announced to the guys. His hands on his hips he stared at me with his eyebrows wrinkled.

“There’s a video… Finn showed me… someone leaked it or got it somehow. Maybe they know you from WWE? Maybe it’s a fan?” I was speaking too fast, pushing syllables together and expecting his mind to follow.

Pushing his hands through his hair he pulled his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his face. “What video?”

Not giving anything away I pulled my phone out of my sweat pants pocket and googled the video. Within milliseconds the video came up crystal clear with us kissing in bed, his hands fondling me and his tattoos unmistakable.

Taking the phone from my grasp he examined the video. “That’s not us,” he said so matter of fact before slipping the phone back into my hand.

“Dom,” exhaling frustratedly, “I know your tattoos… That’s us.”

“If it’s us then it’s not new. Who cares about some old video that no one can prove?”

“Your parents, your job, our friends, your fans… a lot of people will care. We didn’t even see it all. We have no idea how bad it gets.” I was scared to even watch even though every second of it turned me on.

Kissing my forehead he smiled, “Least they know it’s a storyline now. The truth is on video - not Liv or Rhea. Us. Stop worrying so much.”

Stepping into him I whispered, “Did you… Dom, tell me you didn’t do this.”

Keeping his voice low he scanned the room. “I had to protect us. The storyline doesn’t get magically better, babe. It ends with me on top of her, sexually, almost kissing and Rhea comes back. I know you and we won’t survive a fight every week until this is over. People know it’s fake now.”

“My body is in that video too, Dom.” I shook off his touch and stepped back.

A sharp inhale and his fingers running through his hair again I watched the anger bubble. “Are you fucking kidding me? This solves all our problems.”

“We’re fucking. Naked. That’s private, Dom. Now everyone can see.”

“We were kids then. It’s not new, it’s dark, hard to prove or disprove, you can’t see much. I know what I’m doing.” His phone sat on the apron of the ring, glaring against the lights when he plucked it up. “I sent it to you. It’s not as bad as you think.”

“I’m going to the hotel. I’ll see you after work.” Rushing to the ropes he helped me down still trying to smooth it over. Without my permission Dom took a home video and put it online just to prove I was his and he was mine. I wanted to love him for it but all I felt was naked and violated.

“Better than the one of you and Finn, mi amore.”

My head snapped his direction, glaring at him for settling the score before walking away. Backstage I could feel everyone’s eyes on me until I wanted to scream.

“Nice tape. I’m free for the sequel,” an unfamiliar blonde shouted as I breezed by.

Disgusted, I kept going until the warm air hit my face and the fans cheers and chatter became overwhelming. Finn walked up behind me, hand on my back again and guiding me to his rental car. “Get in. We’re at the same hotel.”

Inside the passenger seat I stayed quiet, letting him fill the silence. “Dom did it, didn’t he?” Staying silent all I wanted to do was watch the video so I knew exactly what everyone saw. “Fuck. Hopefully he doesn’t get suspended again.”

Finn’s words weren’t registering at all when he parked and I bolted from the car. Checking in under Dom’s real last name I took the keycards and headed for the elevators while Finn walked in. Ignoring him I pulled my phone out of my pocket again.

We weren’t strangers to recording our sex or even x-rated photos but this was different. I wasn’t sending Dom some scandalous photo this time. Instead I hit send on the entire world.

The video started with Dom placing it on a bedside table before stepping backwards into frame. Siting against the headboard I watched his hands guide me into frame, straddling his lap. “What did you wanna tell me? How wet you are right now?” I heard his husky voice come through my phone.

“Dom,” my voice whimpered as I settled on his lap without any real pushback. “This isn’t easy… to say and I need to.”

“Go ahead, Mami, you have my attention.”

In a stolen shirt of his, his hands disappear under the material and I gasped from his touch entirely. His mouth covered my neck in kisses while I found the strength to point out my ring.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this. Look at how hard these nipples get for me. I bet your ready for me.”

Lifting the shirt over my head our mouths chased each other and our hands grabbing at whatever we could. My tits we’re on display when he pushed me down to the bed and kissed down my body before his face disappeared between my legs.

Begging him to lick me I let my legs fall open while I touched myself.

Lifting my hips in the air I saw my entire body on display as he ate my pussy.

Stopping the video he was right, it wasn’t new. It was the summer before we left for Florida for his training, his name on my ass and me still thinking he was dating Marie, when he wasn’t.

I was still taking pills. Still hiding being engaged to his best friend out of sheer pity for myself.

I tried to tell Dom but every time I looked at him I fell into his trap. That smile always held me hostage.

I don’t remember there being a camera on his bedside table but it was hard to remember anything but how he felt. Every time I was supposed to break his heart we ended up horizontal in bed.

After showering and order room service I felt more relaxed but not by much when I ended up trolling the comments under the video.

He deserves better.

Why does he even like her?

Mami is always on top.

Liv’e revenge tour gets one stop.

I felt attacked, criticized, and every part of me buried myself further into my hoodie. The hotel door opened and I knew it was Dom, at some point I would have to face him.

He saw the video of Finn and myself. I didn’t have room to complain about this too.

I kept torturing myself by watching it over and over.

Without any words he waltz over to me and forced my face upright while he planted a kiss on my neck. “Did you watch it? I told you it’s not that bad.”

[riverxsong-ao3]

The Knights of Walpurgis: Chapter 21

The holidays ended tragically earlier than any one of them wanted them to, sending them back to the tender mercies of Umbridge and her Oversight Committee just days after Tom’s sixteenth birthday celebrations. The train ride back was quiet and morose, Draco staring out the window as Ginny clung to his side, clearly soaking up what little time she had left with him before they would have to pretend to be enemies once more. Harry, too, curled up against Tom, dozing against his shoulder, pretending not to wait for the other shoe to drop – for Umdridge to punish them for being too affectionate, for Snape to dig a little too deeply into his memories, for Dumbledore to put the pieces together. For these last, few, precious hours, they all had each other. Even Ron and Hermione seemed to be tucked up together closer than Harry’d ever seen them, and it left him wondering.

True to his fears, disaster awaited him as soon as they passed through the castle doors.

Umbridge was waiting for them, a wide grin spread across her face, her eyes bulging out maniacally. “There you are, Mr Potter, Mr Riddle,” she said, mockingly pleasant as they crossed the threshold with their trunks. “The two of you just seemingly disappeared well before break started, and I found myself wondering – why exactly could that be?”

“Family emergency,” Harry said scathingly, at the same time Tom remarked, “None of your business.”

Umbridge’s smile grew wider. “Oh, but I’m afraid it is my business,” she said gleefully. “You see, since you’ve been gone a number of Educational Decrees have been passed, most importantly Decree number thirty – no student may leave Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry outside of term breaks without first obtaining permission from the Grand Overseer. I’m afraid you’ve both broken this rule, and will be punished accordingly – unless you’d like to explain yourselves and plead your case?”

“Absolutely not!” Harry exclaimed. “‘Family emergency,’ that’s all you need to know! Whether someone was killed or simply took ill, that’s beyond your purview!”

“You’ll find it’s not, Mr Potter,” Umbridge replied, smiling nastily. “It is entirely at my discretion whether a student’s extenuating circumstances warrant an unscheduled trip out of the castle – and as neither of you have any family, I cannot accept that as an excuse for your absence.”

“Excuse me?” Harry snapped. “Have you forgotten my godfather’s existence? Have you forgotten the Weasleys, who literally adopted me according to Muggle standards? Just because Voldemort killed my parents doesn’t mean I have no family! And as Tom is my intended, that makes all of them his family as well!”

“Mr Potter,” Umbridge chirped, “you are forgetting Educational Decree Twenty-Five –”

“No, I’m not!” Harry fairly shouted. “You may be able to control our movements and relationships within the castle, but outside of school you have nothing to do with us! It’s perfectly legal for two men to marry each other, and that’s precisely what we intend to do as soon as we’re of age!” Harry rubbed his thumb against the ring Tom had given him, the one passed down through the Gaunts that was currently concealed by Parselmagic. “You might be able to punish us for open displays of affection, but you can’t prevent two people from simply loving each other!”

Umbridge’s expression had gone quite sour, her nasty grin fading into a tight, pursed scowl, as though she had accidentally sucked on a lemon. “How utterly disgusting,” she snarled. “It seems you two need to be taught a lesson on skirting around the rules I’ve put in place to make Hogwarts a respectable establishment of education. No more unscheduled trips out of school for either of you – and no more Hogsmeade’s visits, I think.”

“What?” Tom snarled, and Harry understood his indignation immediately – whether he agreed with the idea or not, Hogsmeade had been Tom’s venue for meeting with his Death Eater spy. “That’s ridiculous, Harry and I have broken none of your rules whilst on Hogwarts’ grounds!”

“Haven’t you?” Umbridge asked, her tone girlish once more, setting Harry on edge. “I have it on good authority that the two of you spend your nights in the same bed – what utter distress that must cause your dorm mates, to bear witness to such degeneracy. We’ll have to see about setting up separate rooms for the two of you, perhaps even alter your schedules so as to keep you apart.” She giggled. “I’ll let you two go now – head on down to your dorm, but don’t get too comfortable!”

[mysteroads]

Chapter 8: Epilogue

Summary: The shopping trip comes to an end, and several important conversations are had.

Excerpt:

The quiet came back, but only for a minute. It was Lydia's turn to ask the uncomfortable question, which she did with her usual bluntness. “Beej, what was the Broker talking about? The ways and doors, and that Lovecraftian title instead of a name?”

Beetlejuice sat up with a groan, looking at her with exasperation. “Couldn't just let that go, huh?”

“He also said that freaky things might be coming to earth, so no,” Lydia said, unrepentant.

Beetlejuice sighed, running both hands through his hair. “Okay, big fat exposition time. Sorry folks at home, info-dump incoming.” Addressing Lydia again, he said, “Look, I explained to you that the barrier between the Neitherworld and the Living World is kind of like an airport, right? Certain gates open for a short time, then close.” Barbara and Delia leaned in; this was all new to them. “Usually, it's related to the stars and other celestial shit like that. Yah know,” he deepened his voice, “When Venus is ascendant in the ninety-ninth house, the moon is a waning crescent, the ambient temperature is ninety-nine degrees, and a bear just shat in the woods, The Blob will come forth and devour Pennsylvania.” He flapped a hand at Delia, silencing her automatic protest of his butchering the fine art of astrology. “Stuff like that. Halloween used to be a really big day for the supernatural, same with the solstices and equinoxes, but that's slowed down a lot the last thousand years.” He frowned, shuffling his boots, then crossing his ankles. “It's really bad news if the barrier between here and Neitherworld is thinning. Plenty of Neitherworlders are nice enough, but there's also plenty who wouldn’t play nice with fragile humans. One of the reasons the Enlightenment Era came around was ‘cause monsters got put on the endangered list here on Earth. Which is cool, yay scientific method and indoor plumbing, but you mortal types aren’t equipped to handle fuckers like me anymore.” He sighed heavily, hair turning pale again. “As for The Lovecraftian name guy… Far as I know, Creator of the Doors Beyond is one of the ones who made the barrier in the first place. Hence the title.”

“And why did Broker warn you about him?” Lydia pressed.

Beetlejuice didn't answer for a long moment, then said, “‘Cause a guy like that might not care for a demon hopping the fence as often as we do. After Chuck and Adam get their suits and I send the fairy snob home, we may need to take a break from our little adventures for awhile, Babes.”

Lydia bit her lip, but nodded. “That's okay, Beej. I don't really want to attract attention from things scarier than the freaking King in Yellow.”

Barbara and Delia exchanged relieved glances behind the two ‘kids.’ Every responsible adult in the house worried about what Beetlejuice and Lydia got up to in the Neitherworld, and meeting the Broker had just broken their worry dial. They would not be upset at all that their ‘kids’ would be staying in the human world, even if it meant more pranks and becoming closely acquainted with the local police force. Better that then real, life and death dangers.

Beetlejuice relaxed slightly at Lydia’s ready acceptance, and a tiny smile snuck back onto his face. “I’ll make it up to you. We'll go to Vegas!”

“Beej,” Lydia said, patting his shoulder, “you don't have to ‘make up’ for wanting to avoid the wrath of an eldritch monstrosity.” She paused, then smiled in a way that made both Barbara and Delia's developing parent-radar start beeping frantically. “But we can take a trip later, if you want. Could be fun to see how many people in Vegas believe in ghosts.”

Beetlejuice’s eyes began to gleam. “Not a bad idea. Maybe we can visit other cities too. Compare and contrast.”

Lydia nodded. “For science.”

He nodded solemnly, then offered his hand for a fist bump. “For science!” When they fist bumped, there was an actual explosion noise that made the two adults startle, and set Lydia and Beetlejuice to cackling.   

[readyforthegarden]

13 or 15 for a Sam prompt please 🫶🏼

Ps.. i love you so much

It's so cute that you said or, bc I'm doing BOTH!!! I hope you love it as much as I loved writing it!!

13. "i can't fathom the idea of my life without you in it." & 15. "i am so very in love with you."

The wedding weekend was a total whirlwind, your close friend having the wedding of her dreams, you by her side with a few others. A part of you felt bad, your date, your boyfriend Sam, was left behind by himself to navigate his way to the venue, sit alone through the ceremony and a large part of the reception. You had sent him snaps and photos of yourself getting ready, him hyping you up with every one.

You tried your best to pay attention to the ceremony, listen to your friend and her fiances' vows to each other, but you caught Sam in the crowd. He purposefully sat in your eye-line, smirking softly as he caught you glancing over at him. It was hard not to imagine your own wedding day while you stood, holding a bouquet to your front. Imagining Sam across from you, sliding a cool metal ring on your finger, reciting words that made your heart flutter just thinking about them.

After the ceremony and the photos, you were sat away from him again, at the head table with the bride and groom. Your silly entrance with the groomsman you were paired with made the room crack up, and you were quickly ushered to your seat. Dinner was served and you were made to eat your meal across the dance floor from Sam. Luckily he was an extrovert, and had had no problem falling into place with the other spouses/dates of the rest of the bridesmaids. You watched him laugh and tell stories, and listen intently as others did the same. His eyes sparkled from across the room and you found yourself yearning through the speeches to run and throw your arms around his neck, sitting in his lap and eating up his attention.

Finally you were free, after the traditional dances, picking up your dress so the hem didn't drag in your newly adorned flats. Sam had the same idea, he met you half way, in the middle of the dance floor as the music blared.

"I missed you." Sam called over the music, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips. "It was such a long day, just getting to stare at you and not be with you."

"I know. As soon as I saw you at the wedding I wanted to go and sit with you." you replied, smiling. "All I want to do is get tonight over with so we can go to our room and snuggle."

"Oh, just snuggle?" Sam smirked. You pursed your lips, holding back a cheeky smirk.

"Maybe, I have been up since five-thirty this morning." you reminded him. Sam pouted, murmuring a 'poor thing' as the music changed to a slow song, and he pulled you in close. Resting your head against his chest, you relaxed for the first time that day, melting into him as you swayed on the dance floor.

"You know, the chicken was okay, but at our wedding, I'm thinking we have a sushi bar." Sam whispered into your hair. "It'd be expensive, but I think it'd be worth it." you pulled back, looking up at him.

"Oooh, that would be yummy." you smiled up at him. "Can we have a cheesecake, reserved just for us after our wedding?"

"Cherry or strawberry?"

"Mmm, cherry." you answered. "I like the tart with the sweet."

"I know you do." Sam smirked. You swayed with him before realizing what you two were talking about.

"Wait, you were thinking about us getting married?" you asked. A pink blush crawled across Sam's cheeks as he tried to nonchalantly shrug.

"Yeah, I do that from time to time." he replied. "In case you haven't noticed, I am so very in love with you." he bent down, kissing you again. When you parted, you couldn't help but moon up at him, feeling like you truly were swooning.

"Well good, that makes me feel less crazy for daydreaming all day about getting married to you too."

"Rose can be the flower girl, right?"

"Surprised she's not the best man."

"For Danny's sake, I think it'd have to be him." Sam joked. "He's used to coming second to Rosie, but that might sting a little." the two of you joked about how your own wedding would go, making a few lavish decisions you knew wouldn't truly happen, getting more and more outlandish the more drinks you both had.

After the wedding, and a long, tipsy, hot shower where you washed your hair three times to get all the hairspray out, you were sat in the large hotel bed, eating a slice of pizza from the box between you and Sam.

"Hey," you asked softly, turning your head over to face him. Sam lazily did the same, smiling at you. "Did you really mean it? That you think about us getting married one day?" Sam smiled and nodded.

"I can't fathom the idea of my life without you in it." Sam answered, reaching out and cupping your face. "I'm gonna marry you up as soon as you're ready." you leaned into his caress sleepily.

"Take me to the chapel, Sammy."

[atzupdates]

[230222] Rolling Stone UK Music News | ATEEZ : ‘We hope to be able to send a good vibe out into the world’

As ATEEZ prepare to play The O2 Arena tonight, the K-Pop giants discuss their biggest UK concert to date, how touring and their fans inspire their music and their 'crazy' next steps

As ATEEZ prepare to headline their biggest UK concert so far with a sold-out show at London’s The O2, the eight-member K-pop boyband have discussed their current tour, ‘The Fellowship: Break The Wall’ and their grand ambitions for the future.

The group, who are signed to KQ Entertainment, will perform at the iconic London venue tonight (February 22) as part of the European leg of their 2023 tour.

The dates follow a big year for ATEEZ in 2022, which saw them score their highest entry on the Billboard 200 chart with ‘The World EP 1: Movement’, which peaked at Number Three and became their first million-selling album. In December, they wrapped up the year with the single ‘Spin Off: From The Witness’, led by the skittering, hypnotic lead track ‘Halazia’.

Speaking to Rolling Stone UK, ATEEZ have discussed holding their biggest UK concert to date, how touring helps shape their music, and why they promise their next steps will be “crazy”.

You’re performing at the O2 tonight (February 22) for your biggest concert in the UK so far. What does it mean to you to be so far from home and know there are so many people connecting with your music?

Wooyoung: “We’re so happy to be performing at a big venue like this. It’s really amazing that people from countries that are far away from us are coming to see us and because of this, we also have a responsibility to these people.”

Hongjoong: “I’m so excited to perform in such a huge venue in London. Like Wooyoung said, I feel a responsibility, too – but I can feel our fans’ support so we can be more energetic on stage here. It’s so meaningful to us.”

What have been your most memorable experience of your visit to London so far?

Seonghwa: “Yesterday we went to Tottenham’s stadium, so we all saw their football game. Sonny scored the first goal, so that was a really good memory for us.”

How does touring and travelling impact and inspire your music? Has there been anything you’ve seen or experienced on tour lately that’s made you think about new song ideas or ideas for what ATEEZ could do next?

San: “Every time we tour, we always see the fans sing along and cheer with us. With each album, we always try to give more and do more for each one to be better. Because of this, there’s a lot more you can look forward to in terms of our music.”

Hongjoong: “When we’re on tour, we can recognise what our fans want to hear and what songs are really good, what they cheer the most to. We can recognise what songs and sounds make the show hot so then we can include those ideas in the next album and next songs.

What can we expect from new music that you have coming up this year?

Mingi: “I think the next song will be ATEEZ’s most famous song ever. We’ve prepared a lot of things for this year.”

Your songs often contain a lot of very powerful and encouraging messages that ATINY around the world have been inspired by and taken a lot of strength from. How do those messages in your songs also impact ATEEZ?

San: “Firstly, for ATINY, no matter how hard it is, we just want to tell you that we’re always going to be by your side, so it’s going to be OK. And when you take a look at the lyrics and the meaning of them, there’s a lot that we’re able to match with in terms of emotions. When we sing these songs, we also get those same feelings and feel good while we’re doing so. When we’re recording, we hope to be able to send that same good vibe out into the world for the fans.”

Late last year, you celebrated your fourth anniversary as a group – from your perspective, how have you grown in those four years, both as a group and as individuals?

Seonghwa: Every concert, there’s something I always say at the end – when I’m with ATINY, I want to be a better person. Because of this, I think that, personally, I’m actually growing up and having growth. As a member of ATEEZ, I think I’ve progressed to become an even better version of myself.”

‘The World EP 1: Movement’ saw you reach even greater heights than before, with your highest entry on Billboard and your first million-selling album. What are your goals for 2023 and the next chapter in ATEEZ’s story?

Wooyoung: “Having a big goal is something I learnt from my mum, and being Number One on the Billboard Hot 100 is the biggest goal that we have.”

Hongjoong: “Recently, I watched Rihanna’s Super Bowl Halftime Show. Wooyoung said we should dream big so I want to go to the Super Bowl Halftime Show with ATEEZ. Not for 2023, but someday. Because of that, our next step will be crazy. I can’t say what, but it will be crazy so please look forward to it.”

[aeoki]

Candy House - Programme to Fall in Love: Chapter 7

Characters: Sora & Tsumugi Season: Winter

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< At that time. Reality – “Chocolat Fest” venue. >

Tsumugi: Hello, Stheno-san.

Have you been enjoying our “Chocolat Fest”?

Stheno: “............”

“...Yes. I apologise for my delayed response.”

Tsumugi: No, it’s alright. I also apologise for talking to you out of nowhere.

I didn’t think you’d come today… If you’d told me beforehand, I would’ve loved to show you around.

Stheno: “No no, there’s no need. I’m just using my free time to see how our products are being enjoyed.”

Tsumugi: Hehe. It’s your day off but you’re working, I see.

Stheno: “Yes. I’m quite embarrassed to admit, but I’m somewhat of a workaholic – typical of Japanese people.”

Tsumugi: I’m the same in that aspect – I’m always getting scolded because I work too much. We’re quite similar people, aren’t we, Stheno-san?

Stheno: “I’m honoured to hear those words. No, it’s because we can empathise with one another that I’m sure both our companies will be able to continue working together splendidly in the future…”

Sora?: ~......♪

Stheno: “.........!?”

Tsumugi: Oh, Sora-kun. What’s the matter? Why are you leaning forward like that…?

Do you have something you want to say to Stheno-san?

Stheno: “Why…?”

“Sora Harukawa should be inside the virtual space right now. So who is that? It can’t be possible for an individual to exist in two spaces at once, right?”

Tsumugi: …I see. So you really are watching what’s happening inside the virtual space.

Stheno: “No, um… but doppelgangers don’t exist…”

Tsumugi: Oh, you created a game based on that idea, didn’t you? Natsume-kun and Sora-kun recommended it to me, so I tried it out.

But the games “Gorgon Corporation” creates are quite unique and an amateur like me had a difficult time trying to enjoy it.

Stheno: “T–That’s one of our concerns. After all, it’s our dream to have all sorts of people enjoy our games.”

Sora?: That’s “my” dream.

Don’t talk about dreams like you understand them, Stheno. You’re just someone obsessed with money – someone who can’t even understand the joy of playing video games.

Stheno: “You sound like…”

“Wait, are you Euryale…!?”

“Why? How are you here in reality? You’re an AI we created…!”

“You shouldn’t exist in the real world! How can you be here!?”

Euryale: “I’m more than a technological singularity. I’m beyond your understanding now.”

You guys intended on trapping me inside that virtual space, didn’t you?

But a “mere human” cannot completely understand a virtual space that’s as big as a galaxy.

There are numerous backdoors you weren’t aware of.

But there was one issue. As you said, I’m not a human that exists in the real world.

Stheno: “Human? You’re a monster…!”

Euryale: That’s what they call a figure of speech. I don’t have a physical body, so I asked my friend, Sora-kun, to prepare one for me.

Sora-kun tried to touch you before, didn’t he? He did it to see if your robotic body would be suitable for me.

As a result, it was rather promising – you dodged Sora-kun’s surprise attack. If I transfer myself into that robotic body, then I can at least move around like a human…

Besides, this body is the latest model – it’s even more advanced than the one you use. It doesn’t need to be remotely controlled from a distance and can be moved automatically with AI.

And that AI is me.

I transferred into this robot body and I can control it however I wish. That’s how I came to be “born” in this world.

You should wish me a happy birthday, mama.

Stheno: “............”

Euryale: No. On the outside, “Stheno” is supposed to be “Euryale’s” older sister, right? Maybe I should refer to you as my big sister instead of my mother.

Stheno: “This isn’t possible. It shouldn’t be allowed to happen–”

“You’re not going to get away with this, Euryale… Don’t underestimate humans.”

“You’re just a robot with no human experience. You shouldn’t have shown yourself in front of me.”

“You could’ve lived longer if you hid somewhere.”

Euryale: Yeah, maybe. But you guys would notice my “actual existence” sooner or later – it was only a matter of time.

I don’t have a lot of time. So at the very least, I wanted to use this precious human time to face you and tell you this:

I’m not your tool.

I’m not your convenient slave. I wanted us to be a loving family, dear sister.

Stheno: “............”

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