#but I mainly knew him as a singer so everytime I saw him in a movie I was like mr Waits????? what you doing here

[alexjcrowley]

If I had a nickel for everytime Tom Waits acted in a movie I'd be fucking rich

[adoresobs]

- the other pov! ( 𝐓.𝐂 )

the reader’s a singer and after listening to her good friend, harry’s song ‘falling’, she decides to make the other person’s pov which she relates to because of her recent breakup with timmy.

THIS FIC CONTAINS just angst mostly

can’t tell if i love or hate this but i decided to give something new a try and this is how it turned out-

part one | part two | part three 

𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓

THE SONG

you set up your phone, pressing the ‘go live’ button, watching as the comments began to fill up with countless compliments already.

“hey guys!” you tried your best to be the usual bubbly person your fans saw even with the breakup still being fresh in your mind. you grew closer to the phone to read the comments.

userone quarantine got everyone looking rough

“damn, do i look that bad?” you laughed, pushing some of your hair behind your ear. you could what they meant, your hair was tied in a ‘ponytail’ or just a mop on top of your head, no makeup was on your face, and you had on sweats. you could say you didn’t dress up at all.

usertwo u still look gorgeous queen it’s fiNe

userthree did u and timmy actually break up or is teen vogue playing with my feelings

userfour k but what’s with these articles ‘y/n l/n and timothée chalamet call it quits?!’

that was only a fraction of the comments you were receiving about him. you let out a nervous laugh, biting down on your lip. “okay, so, the reason i started this up was to show you all something i’ve been working on. if you know harry’s beyond amazing self and you listen to his music then you know falling which is also amazing. wellll, i made a slight remake of it? but it’s like from the other person’s point of view.” you explained.

userfive did u and timmy actually break up ):

usersix we writing sad songs now-

“yes, we are writing sad songs now,” you said with a small laugh. “no but all credits and shit go to harry and if you don’t listen to him, you should. he’s a really good friend of mine and you’re missing out if you don’t.”

userseven baby ur such a good person

usereight i want a y/n, she’s so supportive

usernine still dodging questions about timothée huh

“thank you for wanting a..me?” you giggled before turning to your piano. “okay, so i can play it but i’m not the best at piano so spare me, please.”

userten shes so precious

usereleven timothée lost all this

usertwelve how does she still look gorgeous without trying

your smile faltered at the comment about your ex. “alright, i’m gonna start.” you told the thousands of people watching, looking down at the keys and beginning to play.

“i’m in my bed, instead of yours, cried to sleep, turned off all of the lights and locked all of the doors.”

you remembered the day after everything went down. you barely got out of bed unless it was to use the bathroom. the most you did was cry and sleep when you couldn’t cry anymore.

“i replay what you said, don’t know if it’s true, left with two broken hearts and there’s nothing that we can undo.”

“i don’t want to be with you another.” timothée said, breaking the silence. you’d spent hours arguing about pointless things, it escalated the longer the fight went on. you just looked up at him, trying to scan his face, see if he truly wanted this. his head was facing the ground so you couldn’t read his expression. “this isn’t gonna work out for much longer and we both know that so i’ll just save us the trouble of going through this later on.”

“what am i now? what am i now? don’t wanna cry ‘cause i can’t stand the sound,”

you cringed at the screaming baby in the supermarket, catching timothée’s eye quickly. “little loud for you?” he asked, a smile on his face.

“i can’t stand the sound of crying so yes, it is.” you shot back, reaching over to hit his arm. timothée rubbed his arm, flipping you off.

“wouldn’t have guessed since you cry almost everyday.” he joked which made you gasp.

“i would appreciate it if i wasn’t being attacked by my boyfriend right now.”

“i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”

userthirteen she’s really making me cry like this

userfourteen truly think she did this because of the breakup with timmy ):

userfifteen about to go fuck up his perfect face if he hurt my baby

“what if i’m down? what if i’m out? what if you’re someone i can’t live without?”

“are you gonna admit that you love me or are we gonna have to keep doing this hate thing?” timothée asked after you’d stated you hated him for the third time that day. “mm, i think i’m gonna stick with the hate thing.” you answered, letting out a laugh.

“okay, y/n, i’m gonna need you to repeat after me.”

“mhm.” you decided to play whatever game he was playing.

“i, y/n l/n”

“i, y/n l/n,” you repeated.

“love mr. timothée chalamet and cannot live without him.”

“hate mr. timothée chalamet and definitely can live without him because he sucks.”

“i don’t recall that being what i said?”

“oh, really? tough luck.” you teased.

“i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”

usersixteen u sound so gOOD BABY

userseventeen i wasn’t even in the relationship and i’m about to cry

usereighteen can u- make a song with harry though-

“you said you cared, but i never knew, before i heard your lyrics, i didn’t even have a clue.”

“hey, y/n?” timothée muttered. he wasn’t sure if you were alseep or not since you were sprawled out on his chest and clinging to him. he couldn’t see if your eyes were open until you lifted you head up so it was face to face with his. “hm?” you asked.

“you know i care about you, right?”

“pfft, of course not.” even in your sleepy state, you still made jokes with him.

timothée almost groaned at your words, “i’m serious, okay?”

“i know, i know. i care about you too.” you laid your head back on chest and fell asleep comfortably in his arms. you slept great especially knowing that you were cared for.

“now everytime somebody says your name, i remember the day where i ran out of reasons to stay.”

“you don’t think this is working out?” you asked, your voice was low. you didn’t want this conversation to be happening. why couldn’t you just go back to before? where everything was good. you were happy.

timothée shook his head, not even bothering to look you in the eyes.

“so, that’s it?” you asked with a bitter laugh. “it’s over that quick. you’re not even fighting for us! shows how much this really meant to you.”

“oh, cmon on, y/n. we both knew that this was gonna fall apart when it started. we don’t work and that’s all.”

“we both knew? or just you?”

“what am i now? what am i now? don’t wanna cry ‘cause i can’t stand the sound, i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”

zendaya shut up you sound SO GOOD

arianagrande so proud of u xx

usernineteen completely forgot she was friends with them-

“what if i’m down? what if i’m out? what if you’re someone i can’t live without? i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”

usertwenty everyone appreciate this talented queen

usertwentyone this is where my favorite part comes up, everyone shut uP

usertwentytwo can i be u pls

“can i do this alone without ever needing you again?”

“admit you need me and i’ll help you.” timothée said, teasing you which he had been doing for the last ten minutes.

“this would be fine if i had subtitles but you won’t give me the damn remote.” you huffed. the movie was fully in french which you couldn’t understand. timothée didn’t want to turn on the subtitles since you refused to let him teach you french.

“admit it and the remote is all yours.”

“i need you because without you, i would have a very fun life without having to worry about knowing french.” you fired which only made timothée roll his eyes.

“no remote for y/n.” he said, turning back to the movie leaving you to whine about it.

“what am i now? what am i now? what will i do now that you’re not around? i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling”

you had never been so unproductive and bored in your life. that was something he was amazing at - encouraging and motivating you to do your best and take on the day no matter how juch you didn’t want to. now that he wasn’t here, there hardly felt like you had anohter reason to do said things. you were alone twenty four seven.

“what if i’m down? what if i’m out? maybe you’re someone i won’t talk about, i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”

your thoughts wandered back to all of the comments you neglected to answer. you didn’t want to talk about him and you were he didn’t want to talk about you. you finished, ending the song before turning back to your phone. you scrolled through the comments, seeing all the ones you missed while playing. “thank you z! and i love you, ari.” you said with a laugh.

usertwentythree when i see him, it’s on sight

usertwentyfour anyways u sounded so gOOD AND IM SO PROUD OF U!!

your heart warmed at the sweet comment, your face immediately heating up. “look, now i’m blushing. thank you lovely!”

harrystyles you sounded better than me

harrystyles think it’s your song now

usertwentyfive her and harry’s friendship >>

“miss you, harold!” you exclaimed. “but, i think i’m gonna end this. thank you all for liking it.” you said and ended the live.

the next morning your phone was blowing up. screenrecordings and videos of you singing were everywhere. there were even articles considering it your way of saying that you and timothée broke up. people on twitter were tweeting at you, mainly nice things which is what you only cared about.

your friends were blowing up your texts messages, screaming how proud they were of you. you were almost to the point of tears until you saw one message in particular.

my angel boy: hey

[mochminnie]

Life Goes On - American Horror Story 1984

Pairing; Xavier Plympton x Reader

Part 1/

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Plot: Reader, Donna and Brooke survives the massacre. As she continues in with her career for the sake of Xavier as a singer/actress. Years later, she wouldn’t think about certain people coming back in her life again. She wouldn’t rest until Brooke gets justice and Margaret should’ve been the one behind bars. 

1984

(y/n) was in the same room as Benjamin aka Mr. Jingles. and Donna. She was gonna yell for Xavier’s name. Donna placed her hand over your mouth. Xavier gone all burned up. You pushed out of the way, looking at Donna. “You injected me and Brooke!!!”  then turn to Mr. Jingles terrified tears in her eyes. “You killed my friends!!! Putting my best friend inside the goddamn oven!!! WHY!!!” You were covered in some blood from Chets. You don’t know who to trust anymore. 

Mr. Jingles said he didn’t kill people and Donna wanted him to kill her off but he said. “That’ll be too easy.” 

You ran off to look for Xavier he was trying to save Margaret, You hide behind the trees. He killed Mr. Jingles. Margaret killed Xavier. You stayed quiet sobbing you gonna go find Brooke and Montana. 

You rushed to Brooke and Montana. Brooke yells, (y/n) RUN SHE WAS THE ONE WHO SENT THE NIGHT STALKER.” You rushed to fight off Montana.  “(Y/N) the dramatic little bitch that you are. You just have to come save miss innocent. I was so close to killing her!!!! EVERYTIME!!!! ARGHHH!!!!” Stabbing you and knocking you down. You always thought she was a good friend turns out she’s a psychotic bitch who wanted to kill Brooke but, she didn’t even kill him blame her fiancee he pulled the trigger. All you wanted was to have fun over the summer with your friends being camp counselors. You were mainly excited because, you love the kids, Xavier admired that.

You were knocked out so you didn’t know that Brooke killed Montana, it was self defense. You woke up there was so many cops and ambulance surrounded. You just lay there from some of the blood you lost and you got a headache from being knocked. To your surprise you see Xavier, he doesn’t have any burns. “Did Margaret did this?... Please (y/n) wake up... Please don’t die...” His tears started falling on you. One of the paramedics asked. “Miss is this your boyfriend? We're gonna get you out of here. Now sweetie he’s gonna stay with you inside till you get to the hospital. She carried you to the stretcher and gave you oxygen. Xavier can’t be real. You felt him held into your hand. “(y/n) I love you.” 

“I always love you. Even you had your burns I still think that you’re the most beautiful man.” After that, he was gone. 

He couldn’t leave the camp. He wanted to go home and stay with you. He knew you have to continue on with your life with out him. 

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You wake up in the hospital bed gasping at seeing Donna by your side. Not seeing Brooke by your side. “I know that I am one of the last people you wanted to see. It’s better than Margaret.” You start removing your IV bag. Doing everything you can to leave this hospital. Sitting you back down. Calming you down. “Margaret I saw her... I saw her killIng Xavier. I even saw him without burns, told him I love him. Where’s Brooke?” You were hysterical. She held on to you. She told you about Brooke is guilty for all the crimes she didn’t do. (y/n) realizes that Margaret was the one who framed Brooke. “-That bitch framed Brooke.” Donna have an entire plan for the three of us to take down Margaret. Donna got you out of the hospital before Margaret gets the chance to come to your room. Who knows what she’ll do if Donna didn’t come to your room.

1989

Throughout the five years. You slowly starting to gain that trust with Donna and became friends. You still couldn’t get Brooke out of prison, it was unfair for you living your life and she should too. You visit her many times. Some people think why are you friends with a serial killer. She isn’t, they act like they know your relationship with Brooke. 

You met many well known celebrities. You even got to star in your own movie. Michael J. Fox got to be your on screen lover. You even release songs about your friendships Brooke, Ray, Chet, and Montana even though she betrayed you and Brooke. Most importantly Xavier you were in love. Many wanted to interview about Camp Redwood. After your popularity as an singer/actress. 

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Donna called you and have a plan to get Brooke out of death row. You told her you’ll be going back to Camp Redwood. Said it’s not a good idea to go alone. “Who’s said, I’m going to be going alone to Redwood alone? You just have to trust me. I know who can help us take down Margaret.” You smirked through the phone. You just couldn’t be in the same room with Margaret.

Before you were on the phone with Donna

A man came on set, there were little security and crew members. “Hello, Ms. (y/n) I been watching your movies. I’d say your very great with your work. My name is Donald and can you please sign this CD?”

Wait? Benjamin? you thought. He was very well dressed and groom. You didn’t recognize he brought a living nightmare to camp redwood. To just remember what happened in the 70′s. Memories start to bring back into your head. “NO!!!! YOU ARE BENJAMIN!!! MR. JINGLES?! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET HERE?!” You panic about to call security.

Benjamin/Mr. Jingles serenaded. “(y/n) I just came here to make amends. I- I have a family, I changed my name move to Alaska. I am a changed man now.” 

You were about to do combat after years of karate and combat classes. “WHAT, So you’re not a serial killer anymore? BUT THAT DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT WHAT YOU DID. You stabbed Chet, Chopped Ray’s head off!!! Poor Bertie she doesn’t have to die!!!PUT XAVIER INSIDE AN OVEN. NOW HE’S DEAD, I WANT MY BEST FRIEND BACK. I LOVED HIM!!!! We were both supposed to be acting together living our dreams. EVERYTHING... everything about you brings darkness.” Tears running down your eyes. 

You don’t know why but you feel bad you decided to give him a second chance. “I understand, I’m sorry. for everything. It won’t bring your friends back. I know you want to take down Margaret just much as I do. I want you to help me,  to protect my son from Ramirez he killed my wife. Bobby he isn’t like me, I just know it.” He did change, you just believe in Benjamin. He’s the one taking you to Redwood. “Your son doesn’t deserve to die nor did your wife.” Swiping your tears off of your face. “- Do you still want that CD signed.” you said awkwardly. He hands you a CD. “Just know you were one of the reasons, It was your album that made me realize that I want to be a better man and have a family.”  Surprisedly he brings you along to Redwood. Finally one of the security  is about to tattle him. “NO!!! um he’s with me.” The security card stop his tracks from tackling Benjamin. “Miss you were upset I figured he needs to leave the set.” You made up something. “He’s my uncle.. Donald he’s helping me with one of my lines for another audition.” The security guard believed it. Luckily you weren’t working on shooting the rest of the week. So, you and Donna can help Brooke get her life back. 

The road trip wasn’t quiet, he told you that he left his son Bobby with his sister in law.  What’s his wife, Lorraine is like in Alaska. Even as a VideoShack worker. And what happened to his brother Bobby and mother. That he isn’t monster. He is actually a kind hearted man. “Did you tell him that you love him?” he asked. “Yes, I thought he was going to stay with me in the ambulance. I knew he was dead, Margaret killed him.” He tried to make you feel better. “As I remember, if he was still here. the guy is more dramatic than you. he could of been one good actor.” You gave him a small smile. “I just know that you can’t go back in time. Having a grudge on you just won’t do anything. Actually taking down Ramirez and Margaret will do.”

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Montana and Xavier were killing everyone on site. Ray was so upset, covering up for them and cleaning up dead bodies. Stealing clothes, and other things from tourists or campers. “Chill, just clean it up like you always do.” Montana said to Ray. Ray was pissed, “No, you can’t kill every single person that wanders through here. WHat will (y/n) think she was our friend.” Montana and Xavier rolled their eyes. 

“Yes, I can.” Montana smiles.

Xavier repeats, “Yeah, she can.” Fucking with Ray. “There are no rules for the dead.” Montana says. “You don’t know that. You don’t know why we’re stuck here.” Ray argues. 

“No one does, Ray. But you know what I realized? Nothing we do matters. When I was alive, in the last moments of my life. I tried everything I could to be good.” Xavier is still agruing about death rules here. Montana saw a magazine with you on the cover page. She held it in she missed you and she didn’t know. She’d be lying if she said she doesn’t regret what she did to you. She flip through the page seeing you having you worked on movies and you made a song about betrayal she knew it was about her. She was happy for you.

Xavier continues, “-I tried to save Bertie, I fucking saved Margaret and she killed me. I thought I would be alive along with (y/n). But I don’t have that!!! I’ll never be an actor. Now I kill people. And guess what.” 

Ray snapped, “What?” Xavier says nothing happens. that being good brought him no where and being bad feels real good. “So you and the old-timers and the entire fucking universe can suck it.” Xavier flipping off the universe.

“Holy shit!” Montana came across the news paper and other magazines with you on the cover page. “-Look.”

“Oh, my god” Ray being shocked that Brooke is on Death Row or that your on a couple of cover pages on the magazine. Xavier grabs the magazines that you are on. While Ray grabs the news paper.

“Looks like (y/n) is having a time of her life and the bitch is finally gonna get hers.” Montana smiles evilly. Calling Brooke, a bitch. 

Xavier he thought maybe he still have a heart for (y/n) he just wishes he could be in her life with her. 

“(y/n)? I’m happy for her. But Brooke... Convicted on 11 counts of first-degree murder?” Ray, just know Brooke doesn’t deserve this. “This can’t be... She didn’t do anything wrong.” Xavier doing that thing with his tongue. 

“She killed me, Ray. Wasn’t that wrong.?” Montana fakes her sadness. Xavier looks at Montana then at Ray. “Yeah. Ray.” Xavier frowns. A Dustin’s girlfriend came back. yelling out Dustin. 

Ray says, Hello. she asks. “Okay, who are you? Where’s Dustin?” Ray doesn’t know who Dustin is. “I was, Uh, hiking around, and I saw your magazines and newspaper.” The girl stays quiet. “-Sorry uh let me explain. See you see these women on front page here? Brooke Thompson and (y/n) (l/n) They’re my friends.” So maybe he’ll find out more about you and Brooke. “You’re friends with a superstar and a serial killer?”

Montana walks closer. “Don’t listen to him. He’s delusional.” Ray tells Montana to stay out of it and Xavier kills off Dustin’s Girlfriend, slicing off her throat. Ray is done with cleaning after them. It was the last straw. 

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[petiteyoon]

bunny ears — yoonkook | 10

⚠️ ATTENTION : This chapter contains described smut ! If you're a minor or uncomfortable with this, please read until the cut. The story won't be compromised.

A/N: it's a little short without the smut part, I'm sorry :cc I hope you like it. It's been a while since I've really wrote something, sooo constructive criticism is well accepted!💜

10: 100% brat tamer

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SUMMARY

-> fic type: social media au

-> pairing: rapper!yoongi x camboy!jungkook

-> genre: crack, smut, maybe angst

-> warnings: swearing

-> plot: Yoongi uses masturbation as stress relief and he has a favorite camboy: bunnybun. Everything's fine until Hoseok mistakenly exposes him for this.

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09 <- masterlist -> 11

Warnings : smut, male masturbation, non-con voyeurism? (idk,, jungkook jerks off while watching yoongi on screen), it gets pretty intense towards the end, lil angst because poor koo regrets what he has done </3

Word count : 1k more or less

Two hours earlier

“Actually… I'm going to start in a few minutes” Jungkook muttered while setting up his computer, his phone squished between his right ear and shoulder. “What? No! -he furrowed his eyebrows and scrunched up his nose- I don't want you to watch, Taehyung” he rolled his eyes.

Taehyung kept bugging him about watching his camshow; a thing he never did and a thing that Jungkook, of course, won't ever allow. It would be awkward!

While he sat on the couch he turned on the TV and kept changing channels, while Taehyung, on the other hand, kept talking and talking. There was nothing interesting today. He huffed, until he came across a programme with some boys dressed rather weirdly.

He squinted his eyes, as if he wasn't able to see at that distance, and he immediately recognized the guy in the front row. Yoongi? What was he doing there?

With a quick movement, Jungkook grabbed his phone properly and stopped Taehyung from talking “Whatever Tae… maybe next time. I have to go now, see ya” he pressed the hang up button and threw the phone on the other side of the couch. He stood there, with his mouth slightly open, trying to process what he was seeing. Glancing at the clock, he shook his head and focused on his computer, trying not to get distracted by those boys. He muted the TV and started his live. He angled the webcam so his viewers couldn't see his face, as usual.

Jungkook never showed his face anywhere, because he knew that it could compromise his working life. And because he was too fucking shy for that.

However, this timid behavior captured the viewers' attention, so he became more brave and tried to change from the normal shows he did, to please his audience. His live streams were mainly about him jerking off, but sometimes he liked to push his limits a bit further… and Jimin even helped him with that a few times, but only after a hard process of convincing the bunny boy in question. At this point he tried many things such as toys, vibrators, buttplugs, ropes and handcuffs, and pathetic costumes that made the viewers go crazy.

He waited for a few minutes, watching how the comments flew in the right part of the screen. He pinched his bottom lip with his thumb and index finger, deep in thought. Was he going to let the program play in the background while he entertained his fans? With Yoongi there dressed so nicely?

Yeah the jackets and pants were fucking ridiculous in his opinion, but Yoongi made every piece of clothing fashionable if he was the one wearing it. He tried to focus on his audience, eager to see him in his most vulnerable (and hot) state. He stretched his arms, flexing his muscles and reading all the comments, “I see y'all missed me that much huh…” he grinned, licking his lips.

A lot of comments were rushing past the screen and in that moment Jungkook decided it was time to start.

He slipped his left hand under his black shirt, stroking his chest until it felt too hot to keep that on. He quickly stripped himself, throwing away his shirt and unbuckling his belt, showing his thick thighs. His dick rested heavy against his boxers, waiting to be released.

“Even if I've been absent for some time I'm afraid I can't stay long with you tonight…” Jungkook murmured as he absent-mindedly stroked his clothed member, “I hope you didn't get too much fun without me” he pouted as he gripped his tip, a hiss came out of his mouth right away.

“Where's the maid dress you ask? I forgot to put it on” he chuckled and slowly slipped a hand under his boxers “I will use it next time, I promise…” his tone became more sultry as he started to pleasure himself.

Small waves of pleasure circulated from his head to his toes, focusing around his crotch area, causing his eyes to shut and his head to roll back. He hastily removed the last annoying piece of clothing, finally showing to his audience what they were craving for.

Comments rushed even more quickly, whining and pleading for him to keep going. Jungkook knew how to keep them glued to their screen with his power bottom energy. One thing everyone was crazy about was the fact that he seemed so tough and dominant, but after some dirty words or touches? His fake persona would vanish, only to reveal a sweet boy with a really sensitive dick. And, boy, did he like when someone played along with him.

However, this wasn't the case since he didn't have much time at the moment, and since Jimin wasn't there to help him like the other times, so he had to settle just with his virtual company.

Or maybe it was his television being so distracting that threatened to make him crumble? He tried so hard to focus on the lovely words of his viewers but everytime, with the corner of his eye, he saw it. He watched him.

His quick breathing was the only thing audible in the living room, as well as the slightly wet sound of his hand gripping his lubricated shaft. His left hand reached his chest as he started to play with one of his nipples, a quiet moan slipping out of his lips. He slowed down and started to focus on his red tip, dripping with precum, and suddenly a buzz of pleasure made him twitch. As his thumb kept circling the area to keep up with that blissful feeling, he finally gave in.

His eyes shot open and moved towards the tv. Even if he couldn't hear anything, his eyes were more than enough. Those feline, cold eyes that seemed to pierce through his soul. The way his mouth would twitch in a small smile, only for his lips to be licked soon after by his tongue. And how badly he wanted to have that wet and velvety feeling all over his body.

The thing that made Jungkook almost laugh was that he didn't even know him that much. Heck, he even was Jimin's ex! And maybe he won't even hear from him anymore after what he discovered but, God, was he so attractive. He would give him his whole body, his weak self would let Yoongi do everything to him.

At this point Jungkook was jerking off at a rapid pace, without bothering about the comments or the show anymore. His eyes were solely focused on the brown-haired man in front of him. He felt so dirty about his actions… Yoongi was so perfectly unaware of what he was doing to him, of the raw feelings he was making him feel, of how quickly Jungkook would submit to him.

Jungkook already felt near the edge as he was desperately chasing his orgasm, releasing all kinds of moans from his lips; he was so fucking shameless as he pleaded Yoongi to take him as if he was there. He was completely in his own little world. He swears he maybe even called his name while he was so lost in his pleasure. Doing this while he was just observing his beautiful face felt really intense, he never did this kind of thing; it almost seemed sinful.

The last straw was when Yoongi locked his eyes with the camera for a moment; as his pupils slowly shifted, Jungkook felt like the boy was really watching him. He suddenly felt vulnerable and hopeless. What would Yoongi think if he saw him like this?

A sudden heat exploded on his cheeks and his ears were on fire. His eyes were wide open, taken off guard. It felt like there was a connection between them and it was all it took to bring Jungkook over the edge. As a blinding pleasure pulsated from the base of his cock, his thighs clenched and his hips thrusted upwards, hot strings of white cum painted his honey glowing skin as he rapidly stroked his strained member. He tried his best not to shout that name, even if he wanted to do that so badly, covering it with loud moans. As he came down his high, for a moment he found himself staring at the ceiling, his chest moving up and down as he felt completely weared out.

With heavy breathing he read a few comments and decided to call it a day. He kindly said goodbye to his viewers and ended the livestream.

He brought one of his fingers up to his lips, sucking the digits clean, tasting himself. He glanced at the TV again and turned the volume up, a whimper escaped from his lips the moment he heard Yoongi talking.

What he did was really wrong. He felt like he wasn't capable of looking at Yoongi in the same way as before and he felt so guilty. How could he masturbate while watching a person? A person that he kinda knew?

He wasn't a thirsty fan that jerked off with the photos of his favorite singers, goddammit. He wasn't a teenager in the middle of his puberty. And most importantly, he shouldn't be aroused by his best friend's ex, who didn't even want to deal with him! And who was an Asshole, with a capital A.

He reached for some tissues to wipe the dried cum from his chest and tossed it away with a heavy sigh.

He sat there, still with his crotch exposed as he started at the black screen of his computer, shame slowly consuming him, the faint sound of the TV still going on in the room.

How was he supposed to look at Jimin now? Should he tell him? He really messed up this time.

[lucysuniverse]

Someday

I already miss Hui so much and I can’t tell how much I’ve been missing Jinho all this time, so here is a fanfiction inspired by their song ‘Someday’ which always makes me cry. Hope you enjoy it! 

I should admit that I was also influenced by the movie ‘The Vow’ so if you find any similarities, that is the reason why. 

Pairing: Hui x OC/reader

Genre: ANGST, romance

Word count: 3,793

I knew something was missing. I always felt like people are hiding something from me. But I could never find out. Everything was alright. But my heart was aching. And I only later realized why.

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‘We should get going’ He said.

‘Jinho, look I really appreciate how you want me to help fit in, but I guess I need time. I just recently moved here.’

And just like other times he said nothing but nodded all-knowingly. He was always way too patient. He never nagged, he never disagreed. It was weird. He was the only person I’ve known from my childhood. But still when we had these conversations it felt like I didn’t know him that well.

‘Are you ready then?’ he asked.

‘Look, thank you for doing this for me, but you don’t have to try so hard. After all it is my life. It’s my problem if I don’t make new friends. And I know this sounds selfish, but I have you. And that’s all I need.’

And he did the same thing again. A huge sigh, no answer just an all-knowing nod in response. I was really getting annoyed by it. But I knew how hard he tried to help me, how he was cancelling all his other programs just to spend more time with me. So, I never complained.

Usually we tried to discover new places in the neighborhood. We both liked those little pubs were smaller not-yet well-known bands and musicians were performing live. We spent most of those nights in the pub called ‘The Black Hall’. Jinho seemed to be very close with the owner and the place itself had a very nice atmosphere. On days when I didn’t feel like going anywhere but Jinho kept on saying we should go out we usually went there. And now we were heading there again. That place was special. It was very calming and I was never frustrated there. My safe place indeed. As we entered Jinho was welcomed by many people. He was a regular there. And even though a lot of people seemed to recognize me and greet me, I couldn’t seem to remember their faces.

‘Hey man nice to see you.’ The owner said to Jinho. And then he turned to me. ‘Good to see you too. It’s been a long time, glad you are here.’

‘Your place is still the best in town.’ I said shyly.

The owner was way too nice with me everytime we met. It was really confusing. If I didn’t know he had a girlfriend, I would think he was flirting with me. He always offered us free drinks and tried to talk as much as possible. Even if other customers were around, it felt like we were special to him. But I didn’t really understand why.

‘Guys. Can I leave you here for a second?’ Jinho asked. ‘I’ll be back in a second.’

‘Sure. I’ll keep an eye on her don’t worry.’ The owner answered.

I was so ashamed, I knew that we’ve met already several times but I kept on forgetting his name. Recently I couldn’t remember a lot of things. And even though he wasn’t foreign anymore I was getting stressed about the fact that Jinho left me with him.

‘Hey Hui can you please help me with the boxes in the storage? We’ve just received a new order.’ One of the waiters asked him.

Hui. So that’s his name. I shouldn’t forget it in case I don’t want to end up in awkward situations. Hui. Hui. Hui. But why does his name sound so familiar?

‘Can you just wait a bit? We have a special guest tonight.’ He answered.

‘Oh.’

And now the waiter showed up out of the nowhere. He also greeted me by my name which was very shocking. I don’t remember ever meeting him.

‘Is she still-‘ He asked Hui.

‘Yeah.’ Hui answered with a sad look on his face.

‘What am I still? Sorry but I heard you are talking about me.’

‘Oh nothing. He just wanted to know whether you are still new in town.’

‘I see.’

Is this something to be disappointed about? What is such a big deal about that. I moved here only few weeks ago. The situation was getting a bit weird, but thankfully Jinho has just returned.

‘Here I am what did I miss?’

‘I will kill him one day.’ Hui said.

‘Did he do it again?’ Jinho asked.

‘We even asked him not to… I don’t know what is so hard to understand about that… whatever.’ Hui answered bit tempered and disappointed.

When I looked at him, I could have been scared. What could that waiter do to deserve death? But I felt like he was just so stressed about something he must have carried a really hard weight on his shoulders. He seemed to be in despair. Sometimes when we visited him in The Black Hall the place seemed so lively and energetic but times when I secretly looked at him I saw a very lost man. He was always smiling around his guests and friends but I guess he was hurt inside.

‘Hey calm down. It will be alright. We both know it will be alright. Why don’t you sing for us instead?’

‘Should I?’ Hui asked back and they were both staring at me.

‘I mean of course if this is what makes you happy.’ I answered.

Who am I to decide? Also, it was getting weird. Since when are they so close with Jinho? And is this guy also a singer? We’ve been here several times but I’ve never seen him performing. As he was slowly moving to the stage I was somehow getting excited and nervous. My body reacted like I was one of the biggest fans of this guy. But I’ve never heard him singing.

‘Hi everyone. Hmm. How do I even start this? This is quite strange to stand here after all the things that happened months ago…’ He said a bit unstable. But he continued. ‘There are some special guests here with us today, and there is a song I wrote just recently. I hope you’ll like it.’

 My heart I can’t hear it now

Even the sound of my heartbeat is like a lie

I wanna stop and turn back

Even if it ends in tears

Hope is sweet

But it’s only an outer layer that fear made

Even if it’s despair

That’s waiting for me

I wanna be the one to decide

Who am I? I can’t see

The reflection in the mirror

My face looks so unfamiliar

Who am I

Cry, I can feel it

Even one tear drop tells me how I feel

I can tell you why, I know

Pain and sadness and scars

Are reasons why I am alive

I don’t want to lose my mind

 I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I was totally drawn to him. It was the most beautiful and intimate performance I’ve ever seen yet it almost broke my heart. Watching him on stage fighting alone and crying out for help through this song, it was so painful.

‘Jinho, can we go please?’

‘Yeah, but is something wrong?’

‘No. I just rather go now.’

‘I just say bye and we can.

‘Please Jinho… Let us go.’ And I was begging him.

‘Okay.’

We went home but I couldn’t say anything. I asked Jinho to stay with me just for a while until I calm down but I couldn’t. I couldn’t explain what was going on. I hated myself for it, but I just couldn’t.

‘She must be a monster to let him alone when he is clearly in pain.’

‘Who are you talking about?’ He asked a bit surprised.

‘Hui’s girlfriend. You said he has one. It’s so obvious that he needs her. He is suffering. Why is she not next to him? What an awful girlfriend does that?’

‘Look…’ Jinho started.

‘No. Don’t even try to defend her. Even tough I’ve never met her, this is my opinion and I am not sorry about it.’

‘I just wanted to say, she is not awful. The thing is you just don’t know the whole story.’

‘Even so, he needs someone to rely on. His sad face makes my heart ache.’

‘Do you like him?’

‘What is this all of a sudden? He has a girlfriend. Of course not. I am not that type even if he deserves a way better girlfriend.’

‘I see. Do you feel a bit better now?’ Jinho asked still a bit worried.

‘Yeah. I’ll be okay. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. And sorry to make you leave without even saying goodbye. I just felt the urge to leave.’

‘Hey. No worries. You are still new here. Anyone can get anxious sometimes. Its totally okay, considering all the things that happened to you.’

‘Wait. What? What do you mean? What happened?’

‘I meant the move. It must have been exhausting. I’ll be going then.’

‘Thank you for everything Jinho. Thanks for all the efforts. I don’t think I deserve you in my life, but I am forever grateful to have you next to me. I just wanted you to know. Good night!’

‘Good night’

When I closed the door behind him, I looked out of the window just to see him leave. It was dark on the streets and it seemed to be colder than before. Jinho was slowly walking, his steps were like moving heavy mountains. He let his head down. I felt like going after him. I was such a bad friend recently. Because of the move I was in focus he was helping me continuously but I couldn’t see that he was facing hardships as well. 

Suddenly a guy appeared in front of him. From far I couldn’t see him well but he seemed somehow familiar. He was just a bit taller than Jinho. He raised Jinho’s face to make him look into his eyes. He must have asked something. Because the next thing I could see was Jinho shaking his head and then burying it into the man’s chest like a small kid. And the man pulled him closer to hug him to comfort him. Jinho’s body was shaking he must have been crying and I also felt tears growing in my eyes. 

Then I saw the man looking at the sky. As they were standing under one of the street lamps I could finally see his face. And no wonder why his face was so familiar. It was The Black Hall’s owner, Hui. And when I recognized him I suddenly fell on my knees and started to cry. I didn’t understand and couldn’t explain but again I felt an unbearable pain in my chest.

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‘Are you sure you want to go there? We can go anywhere else.’ Jinho asked.

‘Yeah, I want to go to The Black Hall.’

For some reason, after that night we only went to that specific place. Jinho always asked back whether I am okay with it but it was always me who wanted to go there. Mainly because of Hui. I wanted to hear him singing, I wanted to see him smiling at his customers, I wanted to be close to him. And also because of Jinho. He seemed so relaxed when we were there. For some reason I even felt like he was happy to see me getting closer to Hui. But I might have been seeing visions.

Slowly but surely, I was getting used to the new place and new faces. I became a regular too. And somehow Hui seemed to become happier too.

‘Who is this man? You changed totally. I am so happy to see this bright side of yours.’ I said one night.

‘Well, it couldn’t have been possible without a precious someone.’

‘I am so glad to hear. I knew there was something going on between you two. But seemingly she finally changed her mind. So good to see you this happy.’

‘She?’ Hui asked back a little bit confused.

‘Yeah, your girlfriend. You are together again, aren’t you?’ And now I was a little confused too.

‘Oh… her.’

He was smiling. But it was bitter-sweet.

‘I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up. This is not my business.’

‘No, no its fine. It’s just hard sometimes you know. She traveled somewhere far and I miss her a lot.’

‘But at least you keep in touch, right?’ I asked trying to lighten the topic.

‘I see her a lot recently. But I guess it just makes me miss her more.’

‘But you said she is abroad.’

‘Oh yeah, I mean via videochat. It’s not like she keeps on appearing in the pub everyday. If that would happen I should have been happy, right?’

‘Seeing how much you miss her… I guess yeah. I would be happy to see her. I hope she’ll return soon. You deserve to be happy.’

‘Sometimes I lose hope you know. She might not return.’

‘What? She’s such a fool if she is not coming back to you. She’ll regret it forever.’

And I realized I said too much. It could have sounded controversial. I don’t want to take advantage of this situation. Just recently I really got to like him, but this is not the right timing. I couldn’t do this to him, to that girl, not even to myself.

‘I am sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t want to interfere.’ I said.

‘I guess I know how you meant. Sorry to interrupt but do you know by any chance where is Jinho?’

‘I guess I saw him around the stage last time.’

‘Perfect.’

‘Hui, what are you doing?’

‘You should never give up on love, right?’ He asked.

‘I don’t know, maybe not. I’ve never fallen in love before.’

And even if it took just a second, I saw that smile on his face.

‘What is so funny about it? Is it a sin?’

‘Yeah sure. You’ve never been in love.’ He said doubting me.

‘I am telling you! Laugh if that makes you feel better.’

‘No sorry… It was just hard to believe that a girl like you was never in love before.’

‘Why?’

‘Who wouldn’t want to be with you?’

‘Ehm, that’s very nice from you, but… why are we talking about this?’

‘If you’d have someone precious to you would you fight for him? To make him happy, to see him smile, to know he is alright? Would you want to spend the rest of your days with him?’

‘I guess. I am sorry Hui but this conversation gets out of hand. Are you trying to say something?’

‘Oh Jinho. You are here. It’s time.’ He said to Jinho.

‘Are you sure?’

‘Now or never. I have to try.’

I was getting confused. We were talking about his girlfriend and he was sad. Now he seems to be all excited and hoping like his girlfriend is just about to enter the door and fall in his arms. Although it was good to see him being cheerful, somehow, I felt jealous. Since I know him this girl is nowhere to be seen and she is just playing with him as she wants. He deserved so much better.

‘Jinho, do you know what is going on?’

‘I guess he is fighting for someone precious to him.’

‘That chick again. Make sure to keep her away from me, if she wants to be alive.’

‘Calm down okay? Look I wanted to wait with this, but I think I should tell you now.’

‘Hello everyone.’ Hui greeted the audience from the stage.

‘What do you want to tell me Jinho?’

‘Listen to him first then I’ll tell you later.’

‘It was 3 months ago when something terrible happened. Without any warning signs my girlfriend collapsed here.’

‘WHAT?’ I looked at Jinho askingly. But he didn’t react.

‘After the check-ups the doctors said it is nothing serious. And I believed them. But it seems to be more serious than they thought.’

‘Is she then in foreign hospital outside the country?’ I asked Jinho again. My voice trembled. I was so shocked. But again, he didn’t answer.

‘Today I prepared a song with the title: Someday. First of all, I want to thank my best friend for staying next to me in these hard times, without him I guess I wouldn’t be able to stand here. Please give a round of applause to my brother Jinho.’

‘MY BROTHER?’ I was completely taken a back.

‘And now for days when we will be able to laugh together again please give lots of love to the next song: Someday. I hope the girl I wrote this about will also like it.’

But I didn’t care about the song anymore. They were the only ones I trusted but they betrayed me. Even if Hui didn’t know Jinho must have known how hard it was to get familiar with the new environment and new faces. How could he?

Someday Something we dreamed of

It will spread out in front of you

I have to walk more for that day.

Not afraid to be together

I stopped in front of the door. As I heard him singing I had to stop. I was slowly going back to my seat. I sat back next to Jinho and I didn’t ask, I didn’t say anything.

I’ll remember today when I was tired

Precious memories

My precious memories. I remembered them.

With you guys who believed more than anyone else

Someday I’ll laugh again

Dreams to be embroidered on the sky

The day after day will shine

When our heart is added

Our dreams that have been precious

If you believe, it will happen someday

The stars embroidered in the sky

Shine our way

No longer wandering

Shining star shining on the sky

Our dreams we have

Precious dreams

It will all happen.

It will all come true

When our heart is added

Someday

I couldn’t look at them. My body was trembling, I was crying like never before. For three months I despised a girl for making Hui upset, sad and lonely. I really hated her for doing this. And in this period I never doubted Jinho’s way too patient nods, and Hui’s bitter smiles. I didn’t notice anything. I didn’t even realize I was the one making them upset all this time.

The girl I hated was myself. And now I hated her even more. I hated her for being slow. I hated her for being such a bad friend. And I hated her for being the worst fiancée. I hated her for being weak and collapsing. I hated myself for everything I was. I hated the fact that they were hopelessly fighting for me without me knowing. I hate that we lost three months of being together.

Suddenly I felt a hand gently stroking my back.

‘I guess you know what I wanted to tell you. I am so sorry I couldn’t tell you earlier. We just didn’t want to scare you.’ Jinho said with teary eyes.

‘Why did you let me hurt you, why did you try so selflessly? Why?’

‘Because he is my brother, and you are my best friend. You would have done it for me as well.’

He wrapped his arms around me, but then we heard a familiar voice from above.

‘Hey, is everything alright?’ Hui asked.

And in that second, I started to cry again. His voice meant something else this time. Homecoming. Or a warm hug on a cold winter day. Being able to recognize his voice and know that it is his voice was something I was so grateful about.

‘I guess you two have some things to discuss, I’ll leave then.’ Jinho said.

‘Bro, thank you. Again.’ Hui said with a sincere smile.

As Jinho left it was just Hui and me. And I couldn’t stop crying. I was crying in his arms until everyone left. When I finally calmed down we were the only ones at the place. He was holding my hands and smiling at me with that beautiful smile of his. How could I even forget this?

‘Welcome home babe.’

‘How did you know? How could you not give up?’

‘Do you remember when you said I should open this place?’

And I nodded. Some of the memories were still blurry but I kept on remembering them.

‘You said then, if you were a stranger just passing by you might not enter this place. But then I told you that it will have live performances.’

‘And I said if only you perform too. But back then I never heard you singing.’

‘It was my first time singing in front of you. But you wanted to visualize how the pub is going to work in the future, so I started singing.’

‘If I was a stranger just passing by and listening to your voice, I would become a regular. And who knows maybe I would fall in love. This is what I said, after your performance.’

‘And this is how I knew. I had to trust you, I had to wait and hope that you’ll be able to fall in love one more time. ‘

‘As long as it’s you I would fall in love over and over again. Your voice saved me. Us.’

For a minute, we were just staring at each other. I could get enough of this beautiful view. His innocent, happy eyes, those perfect lips, beautiful teeth and amazing hair. There was nothing on him I didn’t like.

‘I am so glad to have you back.’ he said and he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

‘I don’t want to lose you again.’

‘You will never lose me.’

‘But I want to make a promise, a promise that nothing can erase.’

‘Do I understand correctly?’

‘Let’s not wait any longer. I want to marry you as soon as possible.’

‘If you are not ready we can wait. I am not running anywhere.’ He said pleasantly.

‘You waited three months, I don’t want to keep you waiting.’

Finally, he was smiling. He was smiling honestly. As he leaned closer and kissed me gently I could feel that he was still smiling. And I couldn’t have been happier. Having his arms around me, getting lost in his touch I realized what I was missing in the past months. I knew something was missing. My aching heart was telling me all the time. But maybe this pain was what indicated that there was someone waiting for me. The one I could live with happily together. Someday.

[ourlittlesecrethoney]

Shallow. —BoruSara AU.

Today was the day. Today, the most prestigious awards in the world, the 91st Oscar's, were celebrated. Who would have known that an actor and a famous singer that didn't even know each other at the beginning, would be nominated tonight for best actress, best actor, best original song and best picture? When they were offered the main role in the movie, they accepted right away, but later they panicked, they needed to act like a couple in love, sing together, make the audience fall for them — how could they do it if they were so different?

Uzumaki Boruto, an incredibly talented actor, numerous Oscar nominations; all the critics loved him. Then, Uchiha Sarada, one of the greatest voices of this decade, and a Grammy winner for many singles; they seemed like they were totally the opposite, and everyone was afraid of them not having chemistry on camera.

Oh boy, they were so wrong.

When they first met, everything changed. They just clicked, connected; some people even dared say it was meant to be. The first shooting was executed without any mistakes, no need to adjust anything, to comment anything; they were so into their own roles that even the director had a theory that maybe in another universe or another life, they were soulmates.

They weren’t together on set only, but even after shooting hours too. Paparazzis had followed them several times because they were curious about the dynamic of the co-stars from one of the most awaited movies of the year "A Star Is Born".

They were spotted on coffee shops, restaurants, sometimes museums; you could say they were working on their relationship to impress the audience, or at least, that was what the media said. However, nobody knew a thing about Boruto and Sarada's status.

Not even once they were captured during a kiss, or holding hands, nothing. Just two fellows together. In set, they wouldn't tell a thing if they were questioned, they’d just state that they were being strictly professional, but everyone could tell that the looks they shared were beyond a role.

One thing was certain, Boruto loved Sarada's voice. Sarada was the main writer of most of the songs, and sometimes she stayed late night in the studio with a piano to compose and practice. Boruto always joined her to rehearse his songs too, but mainly to listen to her singing. Everytime Sarada was about to sing during rehearsals or just for fun, Boruto made sure to shush everyone.

"It's just a role," Boruto and Sarada would say.

"Sure, jan" the fans would answer.

The big moment finally arrived and “A Star Is Born” was released in movie theaters. It had been a huge success, many praises from the critics, and the main song "Shallow" became number 1 on the Billboard chart. Nonetheless, what the audience loved the most, was the interactions between Ally and Jack, aka Boruto and Sarada's characters. Everyone fell in love with their story and even cried about it. It was clear as water that the main actors shared a huge connection, but the fans were disappointed because neither of them said a word about their relationship.

When the Oscar's staff announced the nominees, the fans and media lost their minds; they all wanted Boruto and Sarada to win their categories, but what excited them the most was that they were going to perform live for the first time and sing “Shallow” together.

Now, the moment had come, the most expected performance of the night. They went up on stage holding hands, but nobody said a thing because they were too busy holding their breath waiting for the performance.

Sarada looked like a princess from a fairy tale with her black gown that contrasted with her porcelain skin, a big yellow diamond laying on her chest. Boruto left all the women—and some men—from the first row breathless; he was wearing a navy blue suit that matched his sapphire eyes. They both were stunning and wore the biggest smiles on Earth.

Sarada sat down in front of her beloved piano with Boruto next to her; people would argue later that it wasn't part of the script since the staff had already set up a chair and a microphone at the other side of the piano for him, but he chose to be by her side.

It took just one look at each other's eyes to start playing the song, and then Boruto's first line was said.

"Tell me something girl... are you happy in this modern world?" Sarada couldn’t help but smile while she played the piano, his voice was lovely as well.

When it was Sarada's chorus, the entire place was on complete silence waiting for the best part. She was nervous and didn't want to mess up, so she looked at him, he was wearing that classic smile as warm as the sun, and it was everything she needed to regain her confidence.

"I'm off the deep end, watch as I dive in,

I'll never meet the ground.

Crash through the surface where they can't hurt us, we're far from the shallow now"

That was it, that was when the crowd lost it; Sarada was singing with all her heart and soul, and people could tell by looking at her hands playing the piano with all that passion, that she was feeling the song, the lyrics, the music, everything.

When the final lines were coming, Boruto and Sarada got closer and closer every time they sang "In the shallow"

"In the sha-ha, sha-ha-low"

We're far from the shallow now"

When they finished the song, they felt like the world was only them, only Boruto and Sarada.

No, they weren't at the 91st Oscars, they were at her house rehearsing over and over again, they were on those mini dates to the museum; they were just them, and like the first time they told each other "I love you", they kissed.

It didn't matter if all the media found out about their love; the movie and that specific song reunited two soulmates, and they couldn’t be more thankful. That was when Boruto and Sarada decided that they wouldn’t be hiding anymore.

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I've been thinking about writing something like this since i first saw A Star is Born uwu, I hope you like it and give reblog, and feel free to write any feedback. :)

Thank you to my lovely @abbypdg for beta reading this, you are my hero. 💖🤠

[godess-of-the-void]

Numinetale Chapter 4

They group got the call from Mettaton that everything was ready at New Home Square. And before the Monsters blinked they were already there. Sans looked at VI who was still wearing her red punk outfit.

How much power does she have? I can't bring that many people through a 'shortcut', barely two others besides me! Yet she can bring this large group through one without breaking a sweat!

"Darlings! Over here!" Mettaton wheeled himself over to the group. "The stage is ready when you are! And may I say, love the puck rock look."

"Thank you Mettaton for your help. This will do quite nicely with braking the Barrier... The second time around." VI let out a sigh.

Mettaton patted the woman's shoulder, "Yes Everyone in New Home noticed that the Barrier was back. So how are we going to break it with a concert?"

"Mettaton! Mettaton!" VI wrapped her arm around the rectangular robot. "This is no ordinary concert. This is also a rematch between you and... Frisk!"

Frisk eyes lit up. They took out a pair of sunglasses out of their inventory and did a dramatic pose. They then snapped their fingers and asked for some MTT brand foods from Mettaton. You know, for ratings. Mettaton was happy to give the ambassador a Starfait and a Glamburger.

Toriel had a thoughtful look to her face. "This have something to do with SOULS growth, does it not?"

The woman giggled as she looked away from the young teen and gave the Monster Boss her full attention. "RUNE is also a video camera and will show live footage to the Surface while we are doing the show. Mettaton. We will do a warm-up with Blooky and me doing a instrumental duet." At the mentioned of his name, Napstablook appeared. "I have practice playing 'Spooktunes' with my guitar, if that's ok with you." Napstablook gave a sad looking wink and disappeared. "Then I'll sing a solo to heal and humans SOULS that is fractured to increase our chances of getting SOUL PARTICLES. Then the dance off. I will be playing my guitar during the rematch to set mood and to gather the Particles to the Underground. Any questions?"

"What are SOUL PARTICLES?" Mettaton asked.

"Napstablook! Are you set? I want to play with you before the concert to do sound check." Napstablook waved at VI from the stage. The strange woman joined the Ghost Monster. They started playing one of DJ's songs for the sound check.

Damn, they sound good! Even if it was a sound check with just a DJ turntable and a guitar, they were killing it.

Mettaton looked at his cousin with pride. But it was short lived when he remembered that no one answered his question. "What the hell are SOUL PARTICLES!?!"

***

Napstablook and VI finished their part and the plan seem to work. While VI didn't out staged the Ghost, in fact quite the opposite actually. She have the whole stage to the DJ and played mainly back up. But it was enough for some SOULS, both Monster and a few Humans, appeared over the stage.

They joined the others, "Hey, Mettaton. How's the ratings?"

The robot was ecstatic! "This little RUNE sweetheart is the best! I must have Alphys make a replica. If only we had him three years ago. Our ratings just started but a good amount of them are from the Surface!"

VI smiled and lifted her guitar, "Cleft Sharp. Lime Light. Activate." Red Electric changed to a green pop singer costume with cat ears and tail. Her guitar changed to a microphone. She returned to the stage. Her voice was strong and beautiful.

Her song was sad and uplifting. Even though it didn't seem to make sense why the song have a happy tune, there was saddness to it. The lyrics had a rhythm and flow of enthusiasms.

Muster up your courage, child

And gather your determination

You've still got a fight to win

Your journey isn't over yet

Someday I'll forget the pain of

Living in eternal darkness

Hopes and dreams will save the world

And you will be the one to do it!

VI kept singing. SOULS of the Surface and Underground was being healed. They even glowed with brighten light.

Just know, baby, I'm sorry

To put an end to our story

I know someday you'll find a way back home.

So dry your eyes, no time to cry,

Just go and save the world!

Everyone in the Underground and on the Surface felt their SOULS grew.

Muster up your courage, child

And gather your determination

You've still got a fight to win,

Your journey isn't over yet.

Though I hate to say goodbye,

I'm glad I learned to love again

I'll be gone, but you'll live on,

Just say you will.

As VI wrapped up the song not a single eye was dry. She stepped down from the stage and winked at Frisk and Mettaton. "You guys are ready?" Frisk gave a thumbs up after wiping a tear from their face. VI changed back to her Red Electric form. Mettaton also changed to his other form.

VI was the first to the stage and started to play 'Death by Glamour.' Frisk was next waving at the crowd and the RUNES followed by Mettaton Ex. The two friends struck a dramatic pose and smiled. For every heel turn they struts their stuff.

The dance was epic. And everytime the ratings dipped Frisk did an impressive pose while taking a bit out of the Glamburger or Starfait. The two swirled, dipped, and sway in extraordinary timeing and grace. But Frisk was wearing out. So the brought out of their inventory a MTT Facesteack. The ratings where off the grid and the air above the stage was filled with cartoon heart shaped SOULS of many colors and white.

VI looked above her to count the number of SOULS there and was pleased to see that she now have more than enough for bringing back the dead and breaking the Barrier.

***

Mettaton and Napstablook was playing music and dancing on stage while VI was collecting SOUL backstage. VI was contently giggling to herself, "One of each color and a Boss SOUL for the Barrier. And another one of each color with a Boss Mon-"

"You idiot! Stop! Right! Now!" VI looked at the flower with a questioning nit on her brow. "And stop looking at me like that!"

VI giggled, "Flowery, why don't you want a SOUL?"

Flowery's face puffed up, "It's not that I don't want a SOUL. It's that I don't want to give everyone false hope. Besides even if you do brought Asriel back there is the issue with Chara!"

VI scratched Flowery behind one of his petals, "I think being around so many SOULS have made a SOULESS plant have empathy." VI got up at walked back to gather more SOULS.

Color formed under Flowery's eyes, "Hey! Get back here! Idiot! You aren't even listening to me are you?" Frisk joined Flowery and asked if he was alright. "No! I am not alright! I don't want to give everyone's hopes and dreams to shatter... AGAIN!"

Flowery felt a weight of someone sitting next to him, "i can relate, bud. the unknown can be scary. losing hope is terrible. but sometimes you just have to be there, doing all that you can. sometimes you have to believe that everything is going to be alright, petals."

Flowery faced the short skeleton. He knew what he was saying. Even though Sans himself was in a dark place, he still stand tall for his loved ones. Even if it was pretend, Flowery knew. The souless plant wrapped Sans with his vines. Sans'body tensed up but only for a moment before he realised that Flowery was hugging him.

****

This will work. It has to work! Flowery was right to be concerned about Chara. This is a dangerous game I am playing.

VI was a giggling mess. All the Monster SOULS in the Underground equals to on human SOUL. Not only should the Barrier break from seven SOULS and a Boss Monster Soul, but that rule should apply also to Asriel. Easy Pesy. But what Flowery said about Chara hit her hard. And she can't stop her annoying giggling!

"VOID HUMAN! WHAT IS WRONG! YOU SEEM TO BE NERVOUS!" The taller skeleton was behind her with Undyne and Alphys.

VI smiled at the trio of friends in front of her, "Nervous, nonsense!"

"Y-you ju-just giggled..." Alphys looked at the woman. "Y-you gi-giggle when y-you are ner-nervous."

"And don't even try to deny it! I have be with my bae for to long to not notice a nervous tick!" Undyne glared at VI, "Now spill your guts, Punk!"

Alphys waved her arms at her girlfriend nervously, "U-UNDYNE! Y-you ca-can't be forceful. B-but she is r-right ab-bout your ne-nervous tick."

Sans probably noticed as well, but have more tack not to say even a pun about it...

"Guys. I think Sans is more important than my tick right now." Papyrus looked at VI with curiosity, "Papyrus, when was the last time Sans made a pun?"

Papyrus' eyes bulged out and he started to run to where he saw Sans last. Everyone followed him. The Dreemers saw them rushing somewhere and decided to go with the group. They found Sans, wrapped in vines and a teenager's arms. All three of them with tear stains on their faces.

VI sat behind the skeleton. "Well, I am truly not helping your PTSD." Sans made a noise with his non-existent throat.

"Wh-what do you m-mean PTSD? As in po-post tr-traumatic s-stress disorder?" Alphys looks at Sans with worry and guilt in her eyes. "S-sans, wh-why you didn't t-tell a-anyone?"

VI groaned, "Sorry, Sans. I take it you didn't tell them everything about the Resets."

"tibia honest, I didn't thought it was such a bonehead of a move to keep some of the Resets a secret." Sans winked.

"You don't fool me, I see right through you!" VI elbowed Sans' ribs. "You're just a boney phoney with no guts to tell anyone anything. Now everyone has a bone to pick with you."

"you really know how to get under my skin, don't you." Toriel and Frisk tried to hold back their laughter while everyone else was groaning but smiling. Sans and VI did a little staring contest before Sans got up, "fine! but only if the kid and flower helps me tell them about the Genocide Runs."

Flowery unwrap his vines from Sans body, "Deal!" Frisk not only agreed but shook Sans hand. The three told their friends everything.

***

"I-I d-don't like it! N-not one bit!" Alphys was cross about the dangers of ripping a demonic spirit of a human's body.

Toriel was deviated. One of her children is a SOULESS plant, another is a vengeful ghost, and the other possessed by said vengeful ghost. And all three are murderers. Papyrus was crestfallen that his brother was still keeping things from him. Algore felt the story was very ironic that his children killed, but felt their actions were more justified then his.

Undyne, who always seem to headbutt her way through any problem was the first to asked, "Now what?"

VI got off the ground and dusted herself off, "Time to bring back the dead!" She activated another form, this time she looks like a cross from a mad scientist and a phantom of the Opera. Behind her was a pipe organ. "This form is called Purple Keys. This can formulate or make concentrations of Souls. For example mixing one of each color of human SOULS and one Boss SOUL can either break the Barrier or change Flowery back to Asriel."

VI put the gathered SOULS in the little drawers attached to the pipes. "Or combining seven SOULS of DETERMINATION with a Boss SOUL can, in theory, will drive Chara out of Frisk's body. They will absorb the concentrated SOUL and the will to live will be so strong it will form a new human body."

She moved Flowery to a spot in front of the organ, "Don't worry Flowery. If Chara goes all Genocide, Sans will Karmic Retribution their ass."

"Most likely their be a Hyper Goner." Smirked the flower. Frisk just asked Flowery if that was a pun. "Yes, yes it was."

VI started to play on the keys. The Boss Monster SOUL glowed brightly as it was absorbing the human SOULS. Flowery still in position looked at the Boss SOUL with DETERMINATION. The Boss SOUL now filled out by the human SOULS started to move to the spot the flower was rooted. With tears in his eyes, he claimed the new SOUL.

A bright flash of light filled the area. A little goat child stands where the flower used to be. Asriel looked at his parents and hugged them with all his might. Frisk and the skeleton brothers joined in when Asriel waved them over. A defening roar of cheers appeared out of nowhere!

"Darlings! I am so sorry, but I had to use RUNE to broadcast what you all was up to." The robot explained with RUNE hovering over him.

VI marched over to Mettaton, "How dare you use my RUNE to broadcast a touching moment!" VI grabbed the metal star by the neck and whispered, "How much did you broadcast? How is the ratings? How could I have forgotten RUNE! I am so proud of you!"

A glint appeared in the robot's eyes as he whispered back, "The ratings are sky high! Everyone from here to the Surface was watching, is watching! And I started broadcasting long before Sans, the flower, and Ambassador Frisk confessed to the Genocide Runs."

VI returned to her companions, "We are not out of the woods yet! We still have Chara to bring back! In case they are planning to go Genocide on us, we better brace ourselves!"

Frisk stand at the same spot as Flowery stood. VI placed seven SOULS of DETERMINATION and the Boss SOUL in the drawers in the pipes. VI gave everyone a thumbs up. The Boss Monsters conjured their weapons and magic. Even Asriel conjured his Chaos Blades, preparing for the worse. VI played on the pipe organ. Again the Boss SOUL absorb the human SOULS, but this time the Monster SOUL have changed to a human SOUL.

The red SOUL became bright flash and a red haired child in a green and yellow sweater stepped out of the light. "Hey, Partner." They looked at the Monsters that are ready for battle. "I am not going to do anything. Don't get me wrong, I still hate humans. But, Partner, you did what Ariel and I never could. You freed the Monsters and lived in peace with the humans for three whole years." Chara hugged Frisk, "Thank you for bringing my family back."

***

My daughter is doing well I think. But there will be problems. I will make sure of that. Let's bring in more friends into the mix.

[shawnskeds]

Two of Us {S.M}

requested// imagine where you and Shawn are both to preform at the VMA’s and you meet at the rehearsals and it turns into a bit more

author’s note// so basically i hate boys so much literally they make me wanna kill myself I hate hate hate all of them they SUCK they only want you to sUCk their PENIS and then THEY LEAVE YOU

masterlist

You weren’t all that famous. You had like, one hit and a couple of songs people knew of. You weren’t by any means famous. You didn’t even consider yourself a singer, you considered yourself a poet, and you sang some on the side, and when your friend put one of your poems to music and it sounded really good and you, on a whim, decided to send it in to some record label. It became a hit really quickly, and you were actually horrified. You weren’t that amazing of a singer, and the poem was mediocre at best. You made a music video for it that really wasn’t amazing, it was in all honesty really confusing. But you somehow got a nomination at the VMA’s

What came next was what really shocked you the most. When you were asked to preform that song at the VMA’s, where a crapton of amazing artists were going to be preforming. As well as some incredibly attractive artists, one in particular being Shawn Mendes. You were borderline in love with him, to say the least, having all of his records on your phone, and during interviews describing him as your celebrity crush, and even before your song was noticed you were completely obsessed with him. 

“Have you picked out a dress for the red carpet yet?” Your best friend, and music writer asked you as he flipped through a magazine on your hotel bed. You had separate rooms, but since you’ve checked in on Monday night he’s fallen asleep in your room after drinking a little too much or talking about things just a little too deep. He asked you dozens of times why in the world you were inviting him as your date to the VMA’s, because he said your nomination had nothing to do with him and everything to do with the direction of your music video. Every time he asked you made sure he knew you wouldn’t be here without him. 

“I mean.... I went to the dress fitting yesterday.” You started to grumble, making sure you had all of your things together before you headed out to the rehearsals for your performance. “You were there, I have to call the place tonight and tell them which one so they can bring it here by Saturday, and I can’t pick myself.” You whined a little bit, having everything in your bag. 

“As long as it isn’t what you’re wearing now.” Elliot sang in a mocking tone, scoffing just a tad bit. You looked down at your guns n roses sweatshirt and leggings and scoffed yourself. 

“This is designer.” You threw a hand to your chest, in mock disarray. 

“Ah yes, Madam Macy’s.” He threw his hand up, flicking his wrist. 

“I’ll probably go with the blue one that puffs out like mid thigh. Makes my ass look fantastic.” You pressed your fingers to your lips and kissed them, causing Elliot to laugh just a little. 

“That one looked nice. You tried on about a million, I have no idea how you’re going to pick.” He sighed. “I have all the photos on my phone, I’ll narrow it down to like, ten or less and we can decide when you get back from prancing around on the VMA’s stage looking like a baby deer.” He said just a tad bit too fast. 

“I shall try to woo Shawn Mendes whilst looking like a baby deer.” You grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder. 

“Not dressed like that you’re not.” He called out after you as you slammed the door behind you. You and Elliot had been talking about how you were most definitely going to flirt with Shawn Mendes from the moment you found out you were both going to be preforming at the VMA’s. You knew you wouldn’t, Elliot knew you wouldn’t. It was just big talk about how you’d both meet hot male singers and fall in love at the VMA’s. It was all mainly a pipe dream. 

The hotel was only a couple of blocks down from the venue. The people who set up the VMA’s are real smart like that, putting everyone in a hotel that was fairly close and putting all the performers at the same hotel. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t been trying to run into him for the past three days with no avail. Until this glorious moment as you were about to get on the elevator to go to the lobby you felt a small tap on your shoulder. You expected a fan, or some other celebrity you had met at some point. You whipped your head around, and your eyes were met with none other than the beautiful, deep brown eyes of the man whose poster you still haven’t taken down yet. Well, you weren’t instantly met with his eyes, the man was a fucking tree so you were at first met with his chest and when you looked up you saw his eyes. 

“Hey, so I know this is awkward, but um you’re (Y/N) right?” He ran his long fingers through his hair kind of awkwardly. But it was fine, because you were craning your neck at an incredibly uncomfortable and unattractive position. 

“Yeah, and you’re Shawn Mendes!” You exclaimed far too excitedly, which you tried to mask with a cough but it turned out to just be even more awkward than him running his fingers through his perfect hair an excessive amount of times. 

“Yeah... Um so, don’t get weirded out but..” He started, and the fact that you’re you and you constantly have your foot in your mouth, you added the smart ass comment of;

“It’s hard not to get weirded out when someone says ‘don’t get weirded out’“ And you thought the gates of heaven opened up when you heard him laugh. A heavenly sound, actually, hearing that beautiful man laugh an even more beautiful laugh because of something that you had said. 

“Yeah, it isn’t too weird, I’ve just really wanted to meet you for a while, your song is great, really.” He reached out and touched your arm, and not to be gross and cheesey, but you swear you felt electricity sparks running up and down your arm as his strong hands touched you. 

“Oh um.” You squeaked out, instantly clearing your throat afterwards. “I’ve wanted to meet you for the longest time I um.. I’ve loved your music for like, forever.” You heard the elevator come up, and he gestured for you to walk in first. You scurried into the elevator, feeling the heat of Shawn’s body as he walked in just moments after you. 

“We have a little bit before the rehearsal starts, they said to get there early for breakfast.” He stated, to which you nodded in respond. 

“As it said in the email.” You shot back, wanting to shoot yourself right in the leg for being such an utter asshat. Shawn Mendes was speaking to you, Shawn Mendes was acknowledging the fact that you existed. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t being clear,” He started and your heart skipped a beat. This was it, this was when Shawn Mendes roasted your ass. “I was trying to ask you if you wanted to go out to breakfast or something. Like, we don’t have to eat the food there and-” You cut him off after a bit, already knowing damn well your answer. 

“Yes, of course. There’s that like, diner style place right next door. Elliot and I have gone there almost every night, it’s so cute, I love the diner feel in kinda a big city yanno?” You shrugged, literally shaking with the fact that you were about to go get food with Shawn fucking Mendes. 

“Yes sounds good. Is Elliot your....?” He asked, and you swore he sounded just a little bit nervous. 

“Gay best friend who wrote the music to my lyrics? Yes, yes he is.” You answered in your usual smart ass manner that you had no idea how it hadn’t sent him running for the hills. 

“Oh thank god.” He sighed, as the elevator door opened up to the lobby, and you saw all of the fucking paparazzi outside of the hotel, worried as hell they would catch a photo of you and Shawn walking out and there would be some tabloid, which you wouldn’t mind, but you were sure he would. “It would be awkward if you had a boyfriend, considering the fact I just asked you out on a date.” 

Okay, maybe he wouldn’t hate the tabloids. 

“Hm. Yeah I guess you’re right.” You highlighted, taking a small step out of the elevator, holding out your hand for him to take. “Ya ready?” You almost expected him to take it for a moment and drop it in front of all of the cameras, or even politely decline. But what he did was take your small hand in his and lace his fingers with yours and those sparks came right back. You took elongated steps out into the lobby and quickly out of the front door, your hands still tangled together. You heard the shouts of the small crowd of paparazzi asking questions along the lines of 

“Are you dating?”

“When did this happen?”

“Were you sleeping together?”

You didn’t care to listen, so you probably got half of the wording on those questions completely incorrect. You both kept your eye line down, knowing the drill. Shawn shot them a few waves, which was more than you did or planned to do. You only walked for a few minutes, quickly walking into the diner style restaurant that really wasn’t quite a diner but was close enough. 

Your hands dropped to your sides as Shawn placed his hand on the small of your back leading you to one of the tables closer to the back, so the paparazzi couldn’t get any good shots from outside. You slid into one side of the booth, whilst Shawn took a seat on the side across from you, folding his hands over one another, shooting you a killer smile with his cheeks blushing. He was just so dang cute. 

You couldn’t wait to tell Elliot that you had not only flirted (very poorly) with Shawn Mendes but you were also on a fucking date with Shawn Mendes. 

And you kinda had a feeling it was gonna go well. 

(sorry this sucked kill me)

author’s note// if ur reading this will amsbaugh pls burn and i hope you fail on level american lit and i hope you never get a lead part in ANY of your shows and JUST a psa, YOU PUT APOSTROPHES IN CONTRACTIONS! it is HAVEN’T not HAVENET and it is DIDN’T not DIDENT. that was ALSO directed at will, the apostrophe thing. also take a shot everytime i say “shawn mendes”