#can’t wait to scream this at the concert next week

[comradekarin]

WHOLE LOTTA FAKE ASS, SNAKE ASS, BACK STABBING HATING ASS, NO MONEY GETTING ASS BITCHES !! YALL ACTING REALLY UNGRATEFUL IM SPARING YOU HOES !! I BEEN COULD HAVE FUCKED YALL NIGGA

[minasw0rld]

Get your tongue out of my mind

summary: you thought you were over Billie until you see her shredding her guitar

warnings: smut!! teasing, eating out…

a/n: lowkey hate it lol

You’re in the crowd at one of Billie’s concerts. You didn’t want to be here. You two broke up a few months ago, and the last thing you wanted was to see her or even think about her.

But here you are, surrounded by people screaming every lyric. All because of your best friend Amy. Well, more because of her little sister. She’s been a fan for years, and Amy refused to go alone with her, especially since Amy had just gone through a breakup herself a few weeks ago.

You begged her to ask someone else, but you didn’t want to be a jerk.

The whole concert, you’ve tried not to look at Billie what’s obviously nearly impossible.

Still, it doesn’t feel as horrible as you thought. Maybe you’ll survive this. Just a few more songs, then you can finally go home.

At least, that’s what you thought…

The opening chords of Happier Than Ever start playing, and you can’t help but stare at Billie as she begins strumming the guitar.

That damn guitar.

It’s even on the big screen now—no escape.

She drops to her knees and arches her back while shredding, and that’s when you know: you’ve lost.

But then she turns her head.

Not to the crowd.

To you.

She looks straight into your eyes.

You stop breathing.

She smirks.

It feels like her gaze lingers for hours before she finally looks away.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Amy’s voice pulls you back to reality. You nod quickly.

“Yeah, totally! I just need to go to the bathroom real quick!”

You push your way through the crowd, heading to the bathroom.

You splash cold water on your face, trying to calm down.

How could you ever think you were over her?

But no—you won’t give in. Not just because she looked so sexy playing that guitar.

Not because her hair was falling into her face, her mouth slightly open, and her eyes burning into your soul.

Five minutes later, you find yourself in her dressing room.

You don’t even know why you’re here or what your plan is. Somehow, you got past security. Some of the guards still know you.

And now, you’re waiting for Billie to finish the show.

As Birds of a Feather begins to wind down, your heart beats faster.

You take a deep breath.

Then she walks off stage and heads toward the dressing room.

You're the first thing she sees.

She smirks—like she expected you.

You shift your weight awkwardly from one foot to the other, unsure what to say.

“What are you doing here?”

Her voice slices through the silence, and it sends shivers down your spine.

“I didn’t want to come… My friend forced me!”

“Oh sure, she forced you into my dressing room,” she says, grinning.

Your cheeks flush. She’s not wrong.

Before you can say anything else, her hands are on your waist.

She leans in and whispers in your ear:

“Did you like my show?”

“Oh, I loved it.”

“Yeah?”

You forget how to breathe. Her breath brushes your skin, and your hands automatically wrap around her neck.

“Show me how much you loved it.”

You can’t take it anymore. Your lips crash onto hers in a passionate kiss.

After all this time apart, it feels both so right and so wrong.

She sighs into your mouth and pulls you closer.

When you finally pull away to breathe, she pushes you gently toward the leather couch behind you.

Your knees hit the edge, and you fall onto it.

She’s on top of you in seconds, kissing your neck, sucking gently.

Your eyes shut, and your fingers fumble with the hem of her shirt.

She pulls away just long enough for you to lift it over her head and toss it across the room.

Your breath catches as her fingers move to your pants.

In moments, they’re lying on the floor next to her shirt.

“Damn, baby,” she gasps, her eyes on your soaked panties.

“You really did like the show.”

You groan softly, unashamed. You need her.

Her lips return to your neck, and her fingers trail softly along your thigh and stomach.

Your breathing is heavy—she's teasing you so sweetly.

“Billie… please…”

Your voice is barely a whisper, and she shivers.

“Please what, baby?”

“Stop teasing… I really need you—”

Your words dissolve into a moan as her fingers finally slip beneath the fabric.

“Oh, already this wet for me?”

Her voice is somehow both wicked and tender—it makes you moan again.

She kisses her way down your body, over your chest and stomach, until her lips hover just above your heat.

You feel like you’re losing your mind.

Finally, her tongue meets your pussy.

She devours you like she’s been starving for months, her eyes locked on yours the entire time.

Her tongue begins writing her name across your clit, and your back arches at the sensation.

The knot in your stomach tightens.

“Billie… I think I’m gonna—”

She cuts you off with a soft moan against you.

“Cum on my tongue, sweet girl.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

Your moans fill the small room.

She lets you ride it out, then kisses her way back up to your lips.

“This might be the best concert of my life,” you whisper.

You both giggle softly.

No matter how hard you try…You’ll always come back to her.

[pandacherryblossoms]

𐙚 Too Little, Too Late? 𐙚

Part Two of Toxic Fwb Jake

wc: 2.4k

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff.. MDNI 18+

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, rough sex, emotional sex, desperation & possessiveness, begging & pleading, marking/possessiveness, angst-driven intimacy

Jake always thought you’d come back.

That’s how it had always been—you got mad, he let you cool down, and eventually, things went back to normal. No matter what he did, no matter how much he pushed you away, you never really left.

This time was different. You ignored the knocking.

Jake’s voice was muffled through the door, frustration bleeding into every word. “Open up, damn it.”

You stayed on the couch, staring at your phone as his name flashed across the screen for the tenth time that night. You were done playing his games—done answering his late-night calls, done being the girl he ran to when he wanted to feel something, only to be discarded the next morning like none of it mattered.

Except it had mattered. And now, as he pounded on your door, demanding your attention like he hadn’t been treating you like an option for months, you finally found the strength to shut him out.

The knocking stopped. Your heart pounded as you listened for his next move, but all you heard was silence. Minutes passed. You told yourself not to care, that this was exactly what you wanted. But when you finally peeked through the peephole, your chest tightened. Jake was still there, forehead resting against the door like he was willing himself not to break.

You squeezed your eyes shut and turned away. You couldn’t let him back in. Not this time.

At first he told himself you just needed space. You’d come around.

Days passed. Then weeks.

For the first time, Jake knew what it felt like to be the one waiting. The one hoping. The one desperate.

So he tried harder.

It started with messages—ones he hoped would remind you of what you had before everything got complicated.

Jake: “I know I messed up.”

Jake: “Can we talk?”

Jake: “Please.”

You ignored them, when your fingers twitched over the keyboard, when your heart screamed at you to reply. You couldn’t afford to fall back into the cycle. Then came the gestures. Flowers at your doorstep. Your favorite kind. No note, just left there early in the morning before you even woke up. Lunch dropped off at your job, always exactly what you liked. Jake waiting outside when your shift ended, leaning against his car like he hadn’t spent the past few weeks pretending you didn’t mean anything. You declined the ride every time. He didn’t push.

Instead, he sent texts about things you thought he’d forgotten.

Jake: “Remember that summer we spent at the lake? You made me jump off that huge rock even though I was scared shitless.”

Jake: “Or when you snuck us into that concert? Still the best night of my life.”

Jake: “You were my best friend before any of this. I don’t want to lose that. I don’t want to lose you.”

You stared at your screen, conflicted, because this wasn’t just about sex anymore. This was Jake—the boy who used to make you laugh until you cried, the boy who always knew exactly what to say to make you feel like the most important person in the world.

So, finally, you agreed to talk.

Jake stood at your doorstep again, but this time, you let him in. He looked different—tired, restless. His usual confidence was stripped away, replaced with something raw.

“You really weren’t gonna talk to me, huh?” His voice was quiet.

You crossed your arms. “I didn’t see the point.”

His jaw tensed. “The point is… I fucked up.” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “I treated you like shit. I don’t know why I did it. Maybe because I was scared, maybe because I didn’t know how to deal with how I felt about you. I don’t know. But I do know I can’t stand the thought of you not being in my life.”

Your chest tightened. “Jake…”

“I love you,” he said it like he’d been holding it in for too long, like it had been clawing its way out of him. “I was just too much of a coward to admit it.”

You searched his face, waiting for the usual deflections, the casual indifference he always used as a shield. But it wasn’t there. This was real.

You let out a slow breath. “You can’t just say that and expect everything to be okay.”

“I know.” His voice was steady. “I don’t expect anything. But I want to fix this. I want to fix us.”

Silence stretched between you, thick with everything unsaid. Then, finally, you stepped forward. Jake didn’t move, didn’t even breathe as you reached up, brushing your fingers along his jaw. His eyes flickered with something desperate, something hopeful.

“Then show me,” you whispered.

He did. The first kiss was hesitant, almost uncertain, but when you didn’t pull away—when you pressed closer, letting your fingers slide into his hair—he melted into you. A quiet groan rumbled in his chest as his hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him.

It had been too long. Too much time wasted. His lips trailed along your jaw, down to the soft spot beneath your ear.

“Missed you,” he murmured against your skin, voice rough, like he was barely holding himself back.

You tilted your head, letting out a quiet sigh as he kissed down your neck, his hands warm and steady where they held you. The warmth of his body against yours sent a shiver down your spine, and suddenly, all the anger, all the hurt, melted into something else.

You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, breathless. “Let’s take this to the room.”

His grip on you tightened slightly. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

Something flickered in his gaze—relief, want, something deeper. Jake exhaled slowly, his forehead resting against yours for just a second. Then, without another word, he took your hand, lacing your fingers together as you led him toward the bedroom.

The door to the bedroom clicked shut behind you, leaving nothing but the soft glow of the streetlights filtering through the blinds to illuminate the space. Jake’s hand was still in yours, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. It was a gesture you had always found comforting, a silent promise that no matter what happened, he’d be there.

You turned to face him, the weight of your decision settling heavily on your shoulders. The room felt smaller, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. For a moment, you just stared at each other, the silence stretching out like a tightrope between you.

Then, Jake took a step closer, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt. He lifted his free hand, cupping your cheek with a gentle touch. His thumb brushed over your skin, and you felt the warmth of his breath on your face.

“I know I don’t deserve this. But I’ll spend every minute making it up to you, if you’ll let me,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You felt your resolve wavering, the warmth of his hand on your cheek making you want to believe him. You leaned into his touch, his thumb tracing a comforting path over your cheekbone.

“I don’t want to be hurt again, Jake,” you whispered, your eyes searching his for any hint of insincerity.

His gaze never left yours. “I know. And I promise you, I won’t let that happen. I’m going to prove it to you every day.”

Jake leaned in, closing the distance between your mouths with a gentle kiss that held all the apologies he couldn’t voice. It was sweet, tender, and it made your heart ache with a yearning you hadn’t realized was still there. The kiss grew deeper, hungrier, and your hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt as if you were trying to hold on to the feeling.

He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist, lifting you off the ground slightly. You wrapped your legs around him, feeling his strength as he carried you to the bed, setting you down with a gentle thud. The mattress sank under his weight as he hovered over you, his eyes never leaving yours.

The kisses grew more urgent, his hands sliding up your sides to cradle your face as his thumbs traced the outline of your jaw. You could feel the desperation in his touch, the fear of losing you forever. But it was mixed with something else—a fierce determination to make things right, to be the person you deserved.

You reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall open to reveal the firm planes of his chest. His skin was warm, the beat of his heart a steady rhythm against your palms. He pulled back, eyes dark with want, and helped you off with his shirt. Your own breath hitched as his bare chest met yours, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through you.

Jake’s hands paused at the hem of your shirt. “May I?”

You nodded, letting him lift it over your head. His gaze roamed over you, taking in every inch of your exposed skin as if he were memorizing you. The way he looked at you—like you were the most precious thing he’d ever seen—was almost enough to make you forget

With trembling hands, Jake reached for the clasp of your bra, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt a flutter in your stomach as the material fell away, the coolness of the room meeting the heat of your skin. He kissed you again, his mouth moving with a newfound urgency, his hands exploring the curves of your body as if it were the first time.

You could feel the tension in his muscles, the restrained power in every touch. It was intoxicating, making you want to melt into him. You arched your back, pressing closer, your breasts brushing against his bare chest. His mouth trailed down, leaving a hot path of kisses across your collarbone, down to the peak of your breasts. His hands skimmed over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

With a gentle tug, he pulled you onto your side, his hand slipping down to unbutton your jeans. His touch was slow, deliberate, as if he were savoring every moment. You could feel your heart racing, every inch of you alive with anticipation.

As your jeans slid off, his hand found the bare skin of your hip, his thumb tracing small circles there. The sensation was maddening, making you squirm against the bed. Jake’s eyes never left yours, watching for your reaction, making sure you were okay with every step he took.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks. Despite everything, his words had the power to make you feel cherished. You reached for the button of his own jeans, feeling the tension coil even tighter.

With a nod, Jake allowed you to push his jeans down, his boxers following. The sight of him—bare and vulnerable—sent a wave of desire crashing through you. You took a moment to appreciate the way his muscles flexed, the way his skin felt against yours. He was yours again, and it was a feeling you hadn’t realized how much you missed.

He slid his hand up your thigh, his fingertips brushing against the dampness of your underwear. You gasped into his mouth, your body responding to his touch as if it had been programmed to do so. He paused, his eyes searching yours for consent. You nodded, unable to find words to express the need building inside you.

Jake slid your underwear down, his touch feather-light as he revealed you to him. He kissed you deeply, his hand cupping you, his thumb finding the sensitive spot that made your hips buck. You moaned into his mouth, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he touched you with a reverence that was almost overwhelming.

He broke the kiss, his breath warm against your neck. “I want to take care of you tonight,” he whispered. “Let me make you feel good. Let me show you how much you mean to me.”

You nodded, your breath hitching as his hand slid away from your center, leaving you feeling exposed and needy. Jake leaned down, pressing his lips to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he kissed his way down your body. His mouth found your breast, his tongue circling your nipple before taking it into his mouth. You arched into his touch, the sensation making your toes curl.

He kissed across your stomach, his hands ghosting over your hips before sliding them under your thighs, urging you to open for him. His mouth was hot and wet against your core, his tongue stroking you in a way that made you forget everything except for this moment. You tangled your fingers in his hair, holding him closer as he tasted you, explored you, worshipped you.

The sensations built, coiling tighter and tighter until you were panting, your hips moving in time with his rhythm. He knew exactly what you liked, how to make you fall apart in his arms. You felt yourself teetering on the edge, the pressure building until you couldn’t hold back anymore.

Jake’s eyes never left yours as he slid two fingers inside you, his thumb pressing against your clit. You bit your lip, trying to muffle the sounds that spilled from your mouth. He watched you, his gaze intense, as he pushed you closer to the brink.

The room filled with the sound of your breathy moans, the scent of your arousal heavy in the air. His mouth moving against your inner thigh, kissing, nipping, until you were on the edge. He knew your body like a map, had memorized every curve and hollow. His fingers danced in and out of you, curling to hit that spot that made your vision swim. You gripped his hair tighter, urging him on as you climbed higher and higher.

And then you shattered. Your back arched off the bed, a keening cry escaping your lips as your orgasm crashed through you like a wave. Jake held you through it, his mouth and hands never stopping their sweet torment until you were limp, boneless.

He kissed his way back up your body, his eyes never leaving yours as he positioned himself at your entrance. “You ready for me?”

You nodded, still riding the aftershocks of your climax. His tip pushed in slowly, stretching you, filling you. You gasped, the sensation overwhelming, and wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer. He sank into you with a groan, his eyes closing in pleasure.

Every inch of him was perfection, sliding in so easily it was as if your bodies had never been apart. You felt a tear slip down your cheek as he started to move, his strokes long and deep. It was like he was claiming you all over again, proving to you that he wasn’t going anywhere.

Jake’s eyes searched yours, his expression one of pure, unbridled passion. You could see the love in his gaze, the regret, the fear of losing you forever. And as he moved within you, you realized that maybe—just maybe—you could forgive him. Maybe this time, things would be different.

He leaned down, his forehead pressing against yours as he kissed you, his movements inside you growing more urgent. You atched his rhythm, your hips rising to meet his, the friction sending sparks through your veins. You could feel the tension building in him, the muscles in his arms and back tightening with every thrust.

“You feel so good,” he murmured against your lips.

You nodded, your breaths coming in short gasps as he filled you completely. The sensation was exquisite, the ache of his love mixed with the sweet agony of his apology. You tightened your legs around him, urging him deeper, wanting to erase the space between you.

Jake’s eyes searched yours, and you saw the storm of emotions within—the need, the regret, the hope. His hips rolled into yours with a gentle force that had you moaning his name. Each stroke was a promise, a vow to be the man you needed. You could feel your walls start to crumble, the anger and hurt slowly giving way to a love so potent it made your heart ache.

His thumb found your clit again, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The pressure grew, coiling in your belly, and you clung to him, your nails digging into his back. His teeth grazed your ear, his breath hot as he whispered, “I love you. I’m sorry. I won’t let you go again. I promise.”

You believed him. You had to. You needed to.

As he continued to move inside you, every stroke seemed to echo with those three little words that held so much weight. You felt yourself rising again, the tension building once more. His eyes never left yours, and you knew he could see it—the way you were losing yourself in him, in this moment.

With a final, deep thrust, Jake sent you spiraling over the edge for a second time. You cried out his name, the sound muffled by his own moan as he followed you, his release hot and powerful inside you. He held you tightly, his entire body shaking with the intensity of it all.

For a few moments, the only sounds in the room were your mingled breaths—the quiet aftermath of passion. Jake’s weight pressed you into the mattress, but it was a comforting feeling—a reminder that he wasn’t going anywhere. He kissed you softly, his forehead resting against yours.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes flickering between yours and the ground, like he was trying to find the right words. “I don’t think I can do this anymore,” he said, his voice low but steady.

Your stomach twisted. “Do what?”

“This—” he gestured between the two of you, exhaling sharply. “Pretend like I’m okay just being your friend when I’m not.” He finally looked at you, and there was something different in his gaze—something raw, like he had already decided he was done holding back.

“I’ve tried,” he continued. “Tried to push it down, tried to be cool about it, but it’s not working. It never worked.” His jaw tightened for a second before he shook his head, laughing softly like he couldn’t believe he was actually saying this out loud. “I like you. More than I should if we’re just friends. And I don’t want to sit here acting like that’s not true.”

His hand brushed yours—hesitant, like he was giving you a chance to stop him before he went any further. “So, tell me now if this is one-sided, and I’ll drop it,” he said. “But if it’s not… then let’s stop pretending.” His voice softened as he finally asked, “Be with me?”

For a second, the only thing you could do was stare at him, heartbeat pounding in your ears. His words hung in the air between you, waiting—he was waiting.

Then, before you could overthink it, you reached for his hand, fingers sliding between his like it was the most natural thing in the world. “It’s not one-sided,” you whispered. “It never was.”

His breath caught, and for a moment, he just looked at you, like he was trying to memorize this exact second. Then his grip tightened around your hand, and a slow, relieved smile spread across his face—one that made your chest feel warm, like everything was clicking into place.

“So,” he murmured, stepping a little closer, his free hand lifting to cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. “That means you’ll be mine?”

You nodded, feeling breathless. “Yeah,” you whispered, barely getting the word out before he was leaning in.

The kiss was soft at first—like he was savoring it, like he was still in disbelief that this was actually happening. But then his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you just a little closer, and you melted into him, your hands gripping his hoodie to keep him right there.

By the time you broke apart, you were both smiling like idiots, foreheads resting together as he whispered, “Took us long enough.”

You laughed, your heart still racing. “Yeah,” you breathed. “But it was worth the wait.”

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I hope this makes up for the harshness of the first part…😄

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[spookystrns]

small surprise

pairing : rapper!chris sturniolo x singer!reader

synopsis : reader is backstage at one of chris’s concerts when he decides to surprise the audience — and you

warnings : pet names (baby, toots), language, fluff, really short and really rushed

a/n : guys i’m back i swear

‘ music boyfriend, i'm your yum-yum

call me and i'll come ’

you’re currently watching chris on stage from the right wing, singing along to every lyric. honestly you wonder why the two of you haven’t recorded a song together yet. you’ve been official for around 7 months, behind closed doors of course. you considered posting a soft launch on instagram, but ultimately decided to wait until the release of your next album — which will only be in a few weeks. thankfully, none of your fans have suspected anything yet, so you know the soft launch will really get them thinking.

chris’s set so far has been nothing short of amazing. he’s so full of energy and the stage is really just a way for him to let it all out. you can tell the audience are loving it too, with the way they all scream every time he opens his mouth. but you can’t blame them; you are too. every time he gives you a subtle look you can’t help but internally squeal.

he’s just finished performing one of your personal favourites, ‘knock knock’, but now that he’s standing in the centre of the stage, everyone’s silent. chris gives you a quick glance, earning a small, confused smile from you. he turns back to the audience with a smile on his face before announcing: “this next song is unreleased, but it’s for the most beautiful and talented girl ever; my girlfriend.”

at hearing the announcement, the crowd roars with excitement. chris looks at you once again, this time turning his whole head to give you a big smile. although he didn’t say who his girlfriend was, it still felt big. he goes on to perform a song you didn’t even know he recorded, but you do know it’s your favourite ever.

that was the last song on the setlist, so chris says a goodbye and thank you to the audience before making his way off stage, towards you. he jogs to you, smile bigger than you’ve ever seen — he was clearly pleased with himself. you get pulled into a hug, then his hands are cupping your cheeks and his lips are on yours. you kiss back, obviously, smiling against him as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“that was a surprise,” you murmur, pulling away just so your noses are touching. “yeah? a good surprise though, right?” his question is almost laughable, and you do let out a small giggle before responding. “yes, chris, a good surprise,” you smile and nod, earning a “good,” from chris before his lips are on yours again.

“what do you think about dropping your album a little earlier? and maybe i’ll consider releasing that song i wrote about you,” chris teases with a sly smirk as the two of you fall down on a couch backstage. you give chris a confused look as he pulls you closer to him. “i’ve already announced the release date,” is your response while looking up at him with your head on his collarbone. “fuck the release date,” his reply is quick, and it somewhat catches you off guard, furrowing your brows at him. “c’mon, baby, y’know you want to,” he gives you a look, a very convincing look at that. you roll your eyes before smiling slightly, looking back up at him as you reply. “i’ll see what i can do,” your words are quiet, but you know he hears you by the widening smile on his face.

“but if i do that, you have to release the song about me too,” you bat your eyelashes in an attempt to entice him, which he sees straight through. a low chuckle escapes him before he speaks, “okay,” chris nods, wetting his lips as he does. “okay?” you hold out your pinky finger, eliciting another chuckle from him as he locks his pinky with yours. “okay.”

you nod, satisfied with the promise, as you feel chris’s eyes on you. “hey,” he mutters, grabbing your attention. “i love you, toots,” his thumb begins softly rubbing a circle on your shoulder as you look up at him. “i love you too,” you smile, sealing your lips in a kiss once again.

[baejl]

#1 fan

twice 10th member au

jade surprises MiSaMo during their promotion

masterlist 👽 requests are open feedback is awalys important to me!

“Do I look good?” Jade asked the staff, laughing only by seeing herself in the mirror. 

Fully dressed in the MiSaMo merch, Jade looked like a truly MiSaMo maniac. The managers even managed to get her a headband with the unit’s name written in a rose gold style. 

It was MiSaMo’s concert at the Japan Dome and, being one of their producers - a request that came from the girls themselves - she was able to watch, closely, her members working their best to make it possible while also preparing for TWICE’s comebacks. 

Mina asked Jade a few weeks ago if she could go and watch the concert, but she wanted to surprise them, so she told Sana that ‘maybe, I don’t know’, and she had never seen Mina so sad like that day. Jade didn’t even tell the other members about this surprise, so nothing could go wrong.  

The plan was simple: she’d dress as a fan and ‘invade’ the stage, trying to take pictures with the girls and even make them sign a board the staff had prepared. Luckily, they hadn’t seen her with her new hair color yet, so that should work perfectly with the mask on her face. 

Ironically enough, she had booked a room in the same hotel as the girls, just to make it even funnier. 

“I think they’d freak out.” Jade’s manager said, also laughing.

“Poor Sana…” another staff member chuckled . “She’s going to be so scared.” 

From backstage, Jade could listen to the whole concert and, to prevent the girls from catching her during the outfit changes, she’d hide in the equipaments room. Luckily, it was almost time to put her plane to action. 

After taking some pictures to roast the girls later, ‘Baby I’m Good’ was coming to the end and she headed to the wings of the stage, her heart racing with anticipation. Holding the board written ‘MiSaMo Marry Me’, she waited for their manager's signal. 

As the girls composed themselves to start the encore, the manager gave her a quick nod, signaling it was time. Jade held up the board and slipped onto the stage, running and screaming, like many fans she had seen doing. 

The crowd erupted into confused murmurs and scattered cheers as people began to notice the figure moving toward the trio.

“MINA! SANA! MOMO!” Jade screamed, running down the stage.

Momo was the first to spot the ‘fan’. Her jaw dropped, and she froze mid-step, her mic lowering slightly, as she looked around confused. Sana turned next, her eyes widening in disbelief. Mina, ever the composed one, blinked in surprise. 

“Please, sign this to me!” Jade said in japanese, even handing them a pen. 

Momo froze, trying to understand what was happening while Jade hugged her multiple time, doing the same to Sana and Mina. 

“Wait!” Mina said, getting closer to Jade, looking her straight in the eyes. “Jade-ssi?” 

“No way!” Sana groaned, her nervous smile turning into a surprise one. 

Jade took her mask off, revealing her face to the entire dome. The crowd’s confusion turned into deafening cheers as they realized who it was. The three girls shouted in union, hugging Jade as she laughed out loud. 

“I can’t believe it!” Momo said in korean. “You fooled us!” 

In the meantime, a staff member headed Jade a mic. 

“Security was so bad, I couldn’t resist.” Jade joked. 

Sana, unable to contain her excitement, hugged Jade once again. “What are you doing here? You didn’t tell us! And this hair?!” 

“I didn’t tell anyone, actually.” Jade explained. 

The trio laughed. Of course, she didn’t. 

As the cheering subsided, Momo grabbed a mic, her voice still tinged with laughter.

“Guys, you probably know this already, but Jade isn’t just our fellow TWICE member, she’s also one of the producers of this unit.” she told the fans that went insane once again. “She worked so hard on the songs you’re hearing tonight, and we couldn’t have done it without her.” 

“Ya,” Jade said, taking the headband off. “this isn’t for me, though. I came to surprise you.” 

The fans laughed. Sana chimed in, her eyes sparkling. 

“That’s right, ONCE! She poured her heart into every note, beat, and made sure everything was perfect. Jade-yah,” she looked at Jade, who shook her head, as a sign for Sana to stop. “thank you for believing in us and helping us create something so special.” 

Mina got closer as well, rubbing Jade’s back. 

“Producing for your own members isn’t easy, but Jade has been making it with so much care and love. We’re so lucky to have her, not just as a producer but as a friend. Let’s all give her a huge round of applause!” 

The audience didn’t hesitate, their cheers reaching deafening levels as Jade stood awkwardly, scratching the back of her head but clearly moved by the gesture.

As the atmosphere shifted from emotional to celebratory, Sana grabbed Jade’s hand. “You’re not getting off that easy,” she said with a grin. “You’re performing the next song with us!”

Jade’s eyes widened in mock horror. “I didn’t sign up for this!”

But there was no escaping it. Before she knew it, Momo and Mina had dragged her into position as the opening notes of New Look played. The choreography was second nature to Jade, who had been involved in its creation, and despite her initial protests, she quickly fell into step with the girls.

The sight of Jade dancing alongside MiSaMo sent the crowd into a frenzy. Fans chanted her name, waving their lightsticks even harder as the four women shared the stage in a joyous, impromptu performance.

But, the second the song was over, Jade hugged the girls, quickly running off the stage before they made her do anything else, making the fans cheer and laugh at the same time. 

The moment she got backstage, she high-fived the managers. 

“Mission accomplished.” 

[mrshowlettsgarden]

Imaginary Concerts: Logan Howlett - the one when Logan comes home to an amazing sight

─➭ pairing: lumberjack!Logan Howlett x professor!fem!reader

─➭ prompt #14: They pull them close by their waist and whisper in their ear "You had no business looking that good back there."

─➭ content warning: non-mutant au, tooth-rotting fluff, abrupt ending(?)

─➭ a/n: the lyrics are from "Love Today" by MIKA and "Cosmic Love" by Florence and the Machines; this was requested from @kellyxo1 link here

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You pulled out the duster and other cleaning supplies from one of the hallway closets. It was finally your day off from a chaotic work week and cleaning was something you’ve been wanting to do. You then grab your phone and earbuds to help you wind down and let loose.

“Been cryin’ for so long! Fightin’ tears just to carry on!” your voice rang throughout your home as you swayed to the beat of the song.

 It felt so good to let go of your crazy dance moves while you wiped off the counters in the kitchen then vacuumed the whole house. And now, you’re finishing up with dusting. You were jumping, swaying your hips and head to the beat of one of your favorite songs, all while holding the swiffer duster in your hand. 

“But now! But now, it’s gonna wait!” you continued to sing out loud.

You had the music near blaring into your ears as you continued to clean and sing to your heart's content. Being lost in your own world had you forgetting that your husband comes home around this time from work. 

Logan had just pulled up and parked in the driveway of your home. He let out a sigh as he unbuckled his seatbelt then exited the car. Today wasn’t particularly a hard day but throwing an ax into trees thicker than rawhide is very tiring on the body. Especially knowing that you’ve been home without him all day was dragging him down to.

Even after smothering you with kisses before he left the house wasn’t enough. But he’s home now and he’s about to smother you in kisses again. 

He unlocked the door with another heavy sigh before freezing with an amused look on his face. There you were jumping on the couch and singing (screaming) out a bunch of lyrics while you dusted the wedding pictures on the walls. A sweet smile graced his lips as he continued to admire you and your wonderful dance moves while he took off his boots and set down his tool bag right next to them. 

You still haven’t noticed him being busy with the imaginary concert you got going on with yourself yet. He moved closer to where you are in the living room, stopping just close enough so he can continue to watch you. As he leans against the wall with his armed crossed you let out a particular high-pitched sound as you sang out loud.

“The stars! The moon! They have all been blown out!” you sang, “You left me in the dar-r-r-k!”

Logan’s eyebrow raised with an impressive look on his face as he watched you use the duster as a microphone as you sang the lyrics. You jumped off the couch still dancing to whatever beat you’re listening to as you continued your dusting endeavors over to the bookcase. He loves coming home to this part of you. Don’t get him wrong, wanting to smother you in wet kisses all over your face makes his day but seeing you like this; still with bed head hair, lounge shorts, and one of his white t-shirts, all while singing to your favorite music is heaven itself. 

You were spinning as you jumped to the song before you lout out a startled yelp seeing your hunk of a husband standing against the wall with a real smile on his face. 

“Fuck, Logan,” you giggle as you pull your ear buds out, “You can’t just scare me like that.”

A breathy laugh comes out as he continues to stare you down with admiration, “Keep dancin’ baby,” he nods to your phone in a teasing tone.

A wave of embarrassment rushed through your body and into your cheeks. He’s been watching you this whole time. How long has he been home? 

“Oh my- ugh!” you laugh with a groan, “You’ve been watching me this whole time?”

Logan laughs as he moves off the wall to walk towards you. “Well, not the whole time,” he says with a smile, "Just long enough to see you throw your hips back."

You groan in embarrassment again as he reaches towards you. “That is something I’ve never wanted you to see,” you laugh as you run your hands up his chest. 

“We’ve been married for over five years. I will always want to see you dancing like that,” he chuckles, feeling you playfully push him away to walk away with a roll of your eyes and a sweet smile, “Hey, where you goin’, huh?” he smiles as he grabs your waist and pulls you back to his chest. You giggle, feeling him nuzzle his face into your neck with feather-like kisses leading up to your ear. “You had no business lookin’ that good back there, you know" he whispers. 

“You’re a stalker for staring at me for that long,” you say sarcastically while you smile and wrap your arms around his neck. Logan hums brushing your comment away as he continues his kisses along your shoulder. Your fingers run through his hair as you take in a deep breath. “You smell,” you murmur before kissing his cheek, once, twice, then three times.

You felt Logan’s body shake from his laughter before he pulled away just far enough to look at you. His eyes rake over your bare face with a smile. “Take a shower with me then. Show me those moves,” he says.

“God you’re annoying,” you laugh with a shake of your head. 

"Come on, sweets," he smiles ashe runs his hands up and down your back, "That was quite the concert you were throwin' there."

You groan again but louder this time and walking away from his embrace. "I'm never doing that again", you bite your smile.

"No, no. Dance for me again, sweets. Come on," Logan chases after you.

[suugarbabe]

Prompt: fire whiskey / are you speaking parseltongue or am I really that drunk

Warnings: fluff; mentions of bar/drinking;

an: photo edits by finallgirlx; for thatdammchickennugget's hogmarch challenge

You don’t really know how you got here. At this party that is. One day your muggle friend is begging you to come to a concert with her. Two weeks later she has you sleeping on a side-walk waiting to get in. “I really want to get barricade,” she says. And you love her so you comply. When you manage to get it, you’re just as shocked as she is. Arms crossed on the bar, elbows hanging over the barricade as music plays from the speakers while everyone waits for the band to appear.

You assume it’s a four person group; you see a drum set, a keyboard, a guitar with a mic stand and a bass guitar. You’re wracking your brain for the name of the band, your friends mentioned it probably a million times in the last hour alone but you’ve been so focused on not a Avada-ing any of the other millions of girls around who seem to want to keep pushing against your back to get closer to whoever this band seems to be.

It’s when the curtain falls that your heart nearly stops. It had to be a coincidence, right? The fact that this band happens to have the same name as the infamous group of pranking boys from your school years. But all your nervous fears are confirmed when they start strolling on to the stage, you recognize the others in an instant, but the one that catches your eye most intensely slings the guitar over his shoulder, a shit eating smirk gracing his lips as his tucks his hair behind his ear.

“Blimey, what a turn out, yeah lads?” The guitarist turns slightly where he stands, glancing at his friends behind him who are all nodding and shouting, pumping their fists in the air with the screams of fans in front of them. The guitarist turns back towards the crowd, eyes scanning over the sea of people until they come to the front and lock with yours. Your friend besides you starts shaking with giddy excitement as he speaks his next words into the mic, her arm hooking with yours. But you can’t tear your eyes away from his piercing gaze, “In case any of you’ve forgotten, we’re The Marauders and-”

Being barricade had its benefits because you heard the drummer shout, “Oi, Pads, get on with it, will ya, let’s give em a show, yeah?” Sirius laughs into the mic and your thrust back to being seventeen and pining after the long haired boy at the back of your advanced potions class. “Alright, Prongs, don’t lose yer head, mate. Who’s ready to fucking rock out?” Sirius strummed his guitar and the crowd erupted in cheers and screams. The entire concert was a bit of a blur. One because you didn’t know any of their songs, but two because it seemed like any time Sirius looked towards the front of the crowd, he looked right at you, and your friends and the girls surrounding you seemed to lose their mind at the concept.

When the concert finally ended you watched your old classmates take in the cheers and praise. James threw both his drumsticks into the crowd, Remus tossed a few picks as well. Reggie stepped from behind the keyboard, taking his setlist with him and passing it to the security guard to give to a random girl. Sirius, however, seemed to have a different plan. The girls around you seemed to be panting with anticipation as Sirius took a marker from a stage hand and laid down on his stomach, pulling the cap from the marker with his teeth before writing on his setlist on the ground. Capping the pen, he pulled the setlist off the ground slowly, folding the tape over the edges before folding the setlist into fours.

What really made everyone around you go into a frenzy was Sirius jumping down from the stage and walking straight up to you at barricade and holding the paper towards you with a smile. “Here,” Sirius grabbed your wrist, placing the folded setlist into your hand, “open it when you leave the venue. Was nice seeing you again, love. S’been too long since the last time.” Sirius then turned his attention to the people around you, shaking hands and signing a few autographs but it all sounded muffled to yours ears as it seemed like all the blood was rushing to your head as you were rushing out of the crowd, you friend close behind.

“Uhm, hello? Are you gonna tell me what the fuck that was back there?” You were walking as fast as you could without sprinting, your friend hot on your heels. “Y/n/n!” You turned abruptly to face her, her stopping roughly in her tracks. “What!” You were nearly screaming before taking a deep breath, “I’m sorry, erm, I’m sorry. I just…I haven’t seen those guys in a long time and it was just a little…overwhelming.” Your friend nodded, the grin never leaving her face, “How do you even know them, can we open the letter now, what does it say?”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the note from your pocket. Unfolding it you finally answered her questions, “We went to school together, believe it or not they were very popular and I was…well…not. I had a few classes with the others and well Sirius was…friends with some of my friends, let’s say. Honestly I didn’t even expect him to recognize me once I realized they were the band we were seeing and…” your thoughts and words seem to die on your lips as your eyes scanned the setlist in your hands, Sirius’s sloppy scrawl strewn across in black marker. Your friend raised her eyebrows impatiently, turning your hands towards her so she could see what had you at such a loss, a gasp leaving her as she did so. “Is that a fucking address…”

So maybe you did know how you got to this party, your friend begging and pleading until you agreed to go. “It’s only polite, he did invite you after all,” she had said. You knew her agenda was more so to gain an opportunity to see the boys up close, so you didn’t argue when as soon as you entered the private bar she immediately went on the hunt. You, on the other hand, went straight for a drink, or two, or four. You were working on yet another firewhiskey when a rough voice spoke your last name from behind you. Turning around, you attempted to control your blush, “Black. Long time no see.” You did your best to keep your tone casual, like your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest.

Per expected Sirius was nothing but charming and smooth, “I didn’t expect to see a friend in the crowd tonight, you caught me slightly off guard I have to admit.” You clasped onto your drink with both hands, hoping the coolness of the glass would offset the heat that was rapidly spreading through your body, “You consider us friends? I didn’t even think you’d recognize me.” Sirius’s gaze turned what you could only describe as tender, “I would’ve failed Advanced Charms if you hadn’t put up with me for two whole terms. If spending endless weeks in the library didn’t make us friends, what then developed between us, nothing?”

No, just my raging school girl crush on you is all. You shook your head, mouth opening and slightly stammering, no explanation coming to mind. “Pads, you’re not scaring y/n/n away are you? Gonna make us not see her for another three years again?” Sirius huffed a slightly annoyed breath, “Yeah, Moony, the reason we haven’t seen her is strictly my fault, not that our band took off or anything.” Sirius jabs a thumb over his shoulder as he glances back at you as if to say, the nerve of this guy. “She didn’t even think I’d recognize her, or considered us friends! Can you believe that?”

The taller boy greeted you with a warm and familiar smile, the scar stretching over his top lip thinning with the action, “Well I certainly don’t blame her for the latter. But we’re still friends, aren’t we, dove?” Remus took a step forward, wrapping you in a tight and friendly embrace. “Hi, Rem,” you mumbled just loud enough over the bar music. Remus was gruffly pulled away from you to reveal a pouting face with glasses and a mop of curly hair, “Not consider us friends? Did seven agonizing years of potions together mean absolutely nothing to you?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the dramatics, “Hi, Jamie. ‘ve missed you.” You open your arms for a hug and are quickly embraced in a bear-like squeeze, “Missed you too shortcake. Been too long.” A second body joins your hug from behind, “Yeah, it’s been too long.” James pushes him off before letting you go, “Whydya have to do that Reg, you ambushed my hug.” Regulus opens his mouth to argue when a throat clearing catches all of your guys' attention. You turn to see your friend clearly doing her best not to freak out at the scene before her. You turn the the boys, pushing your friend slightly in front of you, “Guys this is my friend Órlaith. She brought me to your show. Big fan, her. Órlaith, this is Reg, Jamie, Rem and Sirius.”

The four boys all flashed award winning smiles while your friend managed a meek ‘hi’ and a slight wave. “So you didn’t just have classes with them, you were friends with the fucking Marauders,” Órlaith wacked your arm, causing James and Regulus to burst out in laughter. Remus leaned in close to your friend, a hand shielding one side of his mouth while pointing a thumb back at James, “Y/n/n, here actually helped make sure this one graduated on time.” James crossed his arms in mock offense, “Is he talking shite love? Moony, don’t fill her head with lies we’ve only just met.”

Sirius slung his arm over her shoulder, whispering in her ear, “Actually, I’d like to catch up with Y/l/n. You mind if I steal her for a moment? Think you can watch these gits, keep them in line for me while I’m away?” She gave a timid nod and Sirius flashed her his knee weakening grin. Remus shot Sirius a knowing look, one you completely missed as you were too busy focusing on Sirius lacing his fingers in yours and dragging you towards a roped off section of the bar. You tried to will your palm to not be clammy as you downed the last of your drink, setting the glass on a passing table. As Sirius led you up the few steps and past the velvet rope he settled you both down at a table in the corner.

With a wave of his wrist the music and sound of the crowd disappeared. “See? A perfect silencing charm. Wouldn’t have been able to do that without your help in years past, friend,” Sirius emphasized the last word, wiggling his eyebrows. You laughed slightly, eyes rolling, “Yes, I’m very proud of you. However, that hasn’t stopped the gaggle of girls staring at us.” You motioned toward at least four women you could see clearly shooting daggers your way at a private talk with the leading man. Sirius shrugged his shoulders, eyes never leaving your direction, “I don’t care about them, my focus is on you.”

Your face seemed to stay in a permanent state of blush with Sirius’s full attention solely on you. “Now tell me, sweetheart. Did you really not consider us friends all those years? I mean, I thought we were pretty close. If I recall we’ve drunkenly fallen asleep on a few couches and floors together. Who else does that besides very good friends?” You nervously summon a drink before you, taking the glass and trying to hide half your face behind it while you take a long gulp. Your eyes scan over Sirius’s face, taking in the changes, or lack thereof, from the last time you saw him.

He still has that same boyish charm, that grin the tends to sneak onto his face when he knows he’s being charming. His hair is still gorgeous, long and flowing, though maybe slightly greasier than your school years, but you’re sure that’s part of his rockstar aesthetic. His forearms now adorn multiple tattoos and from what you know of Sirius there’s probably more hidden elsewhere. He had a few more piercings now, and his jawline was more refined now that he was no longer a teenager, but what remained exactly the same was always your favorite part of him; his eyes.

Sirius always had the most captivating eyes; a beautiful silvery grey that seemed to change with his mood and whether he was telling the truth or not. Either that or you had just spent so much time staring at him you began to figure out his tells without anyone else realizing. “You’re telling the truth, you really considered us good friends didn’t you?” Sirius laughed lightly, looking down at his lap before meeting your eyes once more, “Yes, I’m telling the truth.” You shook your head, “That wasn’t a question, it was a statement, I can tell when you’re lying. I just can’t believe you’re being serious.”

“Well I’m always Sirius, darling.” You rolled your eyes at his favorite pun, going to bring your drink back to your lips. Sirius, however, had other plans, stealing to glass from your hands and downing the rest himself. You opened your mouth to scold him but he got his words out first, “How can you – blimey, love no mixer really? Merlin’s fucking beard – how can you tell when I’m lying? I like to think I’m quite subtle at hiding the truth.” You sat up a bit straighter, tucking your legs underneath you on the couch. Normally you would never admit anything, especially not to Sirius himself, but your filter seemed to be turned off thanks to the many firewhiskey’s now running through your system.

You leaned your elbow on the back of the couch, facing Sirius now with your head resting against your fist, “Your eyes turn a shade or two darker when you’re lying. Normally they’re just this really lovely deep grey color that looks like the sun is shining directly on them, even when you’re inside and there’s not even a window in sight. But when you’re lying it’s like all the mischief you’ve got cooking in your brain is overheating and it deepens the color.” If you weren’t feeling so tipsy you probably would’ve noticed the deep blush that spread over Sirius’s cheeks. But being himself he couldn’t let you stop there, “What else have you seemed to notice over the years, huh sweet girl?”

Subconsciously you knew you’d regret it in the morning, but your ability to stop your mouth from rambling seemed to be null. “You tend to chew on your top lip when you’re concentrating, not the entire thing, just one of the corners. You did it tonight during your guitar solo, which was actually pretty fantastic. I'm very proud of you, Siri. And I only noticed you do that because it’s different from other people, usually people bite their bottom lip, but you bite your top,” Sirius touched his top lip with his fingertips as you continued, “And I know when you’re laughing just to be polite and when you’re laughing for real because your fake laugh is this polite little chuckle where you nod your head to make the other person think you’re really paying attention, but your real laugh is so much better. You throw your head back, and your hair falls from your face and it’s real hearty and deep and your smile stays bright for moments afterwards.” You let out a long sigh, your eyes keeping this distance look to them like you were recalling an exact moment for each aspect you just described. “Merlin, I was just so in…I just had the biggest crush on you back then.”

Sirius blinked a few times in disbelief, shaking his head and trying to clear his thoughts because there was definitely no way he heard what he just thought he heard, “I’m sorry, love. Are you speaking parseltongue or am I really that drunk?” You scoffed slightly, “Excuse me?” Sirius quickly held his hands up in defense, “No, no! I just meant that – oh for Godric’s sake, I’m gonna muck this up I just know it–” You grabbed his wrists, effectively stopping his spiraling tangent, “Sirius!” He looked up at you, eyes meeting yours and just like you said, they looked like the sun was hitting them directly despite being in the back corner of a dark bar, “I never needed help with charms.”

Your face contorted in confusion, “Sorry, erm, what?” Sirius closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He opened his eyes once more, making sure you were looking back at him so you would see he was telling the truth, “I never needed help with charms, I would fuck up spells on purpose because I wanted to spend more time with you.” You shook your head, “But Remus said…”

“I lied to Moony,” Sirius cut you off, “Well, I tried to lie to him at first. I told him I was failing and I asked him to ask you to be my tutor but the bloody git knows everything, saying shit like ‘I know you’re at the top of our class Sirius meh meh meh’, so I asked him to lie for me.” You shook your head, “Why would you do that?” Sirius placed his hands on either side of your face, your hands still holding his wrists, “Because I had an insanely huge crush on you that I kept trying to deny and Moony could see it a mile away. I’m surprised you missed it with everything else you seemed to notice.” You smiled at him, a real genuine relaxed smile, then he spoke again, “Past tense probably isn’t the right usage. After seeing you tonight, I can humbly admit that all those feelings are very much still here. You believe me, don’t you?”

Sirius tilted your head up so you were looking directly at him. He widened his eyes dramatically, staring at you intensely and causing you to giggle. You squinted your eyes at him briefly, making it look like you were really studying him, “Hmm..clear as day. Yes, Siri, I believe you.” Sirius let out a long breath, “Thank merlin, because I’ve been dying to do this since I was on stage.” Sirius’s lips met yours with a gentle fervent, intensifying only when you fisted the front of his t-shirt, pulling him harder into you. You pulled apart only when you were short of breath, both panting heavily. “Remus is going to lose his mind,” Sirius chuckled, grin never leaving his face. You glanced over his shoulder, flicking your wrist and breaking the silencing charm only to be met with cheers and whistles so loud they floated over the rustle of the bar, “I think he already has, they all have.” Sirius turned, seeing his friends and bandmates making their way over. He turned back to you, a cheeky grin on his lips, “Okay, kiss me again, just once more before they get here. Once they do I just know James is gonna talk your ear off about the whole thing.” You giggled, biting your bottom lip before grasping the back of his neck, pulling his lips towards yours once more.

[ricciardosheart]

I have so many short & sweet videos on my fyp right now. I can’t stop thinking about singer!reader announcing her f1 bf by arresting him and dedicating Juno to him like Sabrina does at her concerts. The fans would go wild!!! I’m desperate for this fic

I hope you like this, i wrote it on a whim

Title: Sweet Arrest

Summary: Sabrina Carpenter-inspired reader, a rising pop star, shocks her fans by revealing her Formula 1 driver boyfriend most unexpectedly—by arresting him on stage. But that’s not the only surprise she has planned.

The stage lights flickered as (Y/N) took a deep breath, her heart racing with anticipation. Tonight, she wasn’t just performing for her fans—she was about to drop a bombshell.

“Thank you so much for being here tonight!” she called out, her voice barely audible over the deafening roar of the crowd. The energy was electric, every fan on the edge of their seat. They could feel it. Something big was about to happen.

After weeks of teasing and cryptic Instagram posts, the rumors had hit a fever pitch. Fans speculated about a secret romance, dissecting every tiny clue for answers. And now, they were about to get them.

"But," (Y/N) continued, pacing the stage dramatically, "before we move on to the next song, I think it’s time to address the elephant in the room. Or should I say... the race car driver?"

The crowd screamed, the volume almost painful as hundreds of fans shouted in excitement. They knew. They knew this was the moment they'd been waiting for.

"I think it's time for all of you to finally meet someone who's been... causing a little bit of trouble." (Y/N) paused for dramatic effect, leaning into the mic. "In fact, you could say he’s been... arrested for it."

The arena exploded with excitement, but before anyone could process what she meant, two burly security guards appeared from the shadows, dragging someone out in handcuffs. His head was bowed, his hair messy, but his trademark grin was unmistakable.

It was him. The Formula 1 driver everyone had been talking about.

Gasps erupted, followed by screams, as the fans realized they were witnessing the reveal of the year. He stumbled toward the center of the stage, fake "arrested," but clearly in on the joke, grinning as he locked eyes with (Y/N).

"You guys know who this is, right?" (Y/N) asked the crowd, her voice teasing.

"YESSSSS!" they screamed back, some fans chanting his name.

The guards brought him to the middle of the stage, and he looked at her with a playful smirk. "Really, babe? Is this how you’re going to introduce me? By getting me 'arrested'?"

(Y/N) shrugged innocently, flipping her hair. "Hey, you know what they say—you’ve gotta make an entrance."

The crowd roared with laughter as he shook his head in disbelief. "Well, I’m here now. Can you at least uncuff me?"

"Oh, I don’t know..." she teased, pacing around him like a detective closing in on her suspect. "You’ve been causing a lot of mischief. Breaking hearts, winning races... maybe you deserve to be locked up."

He leaned toward her, smirking. "Come on, I’m innocent. Besides, didn’t you say I was stealing your heart?"

The fans screamed even louder at the flirty exchange, some literally jumping up and down as the tension built on stage.

"Hmm," she pretended to consider, tapping her chin, "you’ve got a point there."

With a signal from her, the security guards removed his handcuffs, and he stretched his arms dramatically, clearly loving every moment of it.

As soon as he was free, he pulled (Y/N) into a playful hug, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around. The crowd lost it, phones raised high in the air to capture the iconic moment.

"You’re insane, you know that?" he whispered into her ear, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

"And you love me for it," she whispered back, grinning as she was set back on her feet.

"Yeah, I do."

Just as the crowd began to settle, (Y/N) stepped back to the mic. "Okay, okay, now that we’ve got the ‘criminal’ on stage..." she glanced at him, winking, "...I think there’s one more thing we need to do before we move on."

Her boyfriend raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. This wasn’t part of the original plan. "Wait, what are you talking about?"

She smirked, stepping closer to him. "You didn’t think I’d only arrest you, did you?"

The fans were on edge now, murmurs of excitement rippling through the crowd. Something else was coming.

(Y/N) turned to her band and gave them a nod. The lights dimmed, and a slow, melodic beat began to fill the arena.

"Surprise!" (Y/N) said into the mic, locking eyes with her boyfriend. "You’re about to join me in a duet."

His jaw dropped, eyes widening in genuine shock. "No way. You’re not serious!"

"Oh, I’m dead serious." She grinned, gesturing to the mic stand next to hers. "You think you can handle it?"

The crowd was going wild, chanting his name. The driver looked out at the audience, then back at (Y/N). "You know I’ve never sung in front of this many people in my life, right?"

"Guess there’s a first time for everything," she teased, handing him the mic.

He stared at the mic like it was a ticking time bomb, but the playful sparkle in (Y/N)’s eyes told him there was no escaping this. "Fine," he said, shaking his head with a grin. "But if I crash and burn, it’s on you."

"I’m not worried," she teased, and with that, the intro to a famous song they both loved began playing through the speakers.

The audience screamed when they recognized the tune—one of the most romantic songs ever written.

As the first verse began, (Y/N) took the lead, her voice soft but powerful as she sang into the mic. She kept her eyes on him, and when it was time for his part, she gave him a reassuring nod.

He hesitated for just a moment before bringing the mic up to his lips. "I can't believe you’re making me do this," he muttered into the mic, drawing laughs from the audience.

But then he started to sing, and to everyone’s surprise—including his—he wasn’t bad at all.

The crowd went crazy, phones lighting up the arena like stars as they sang along. The chemistry between them was undeniable as they sang together, their voices blending in a way that made the moment feel almost cinematic.

When the song ended, the fans erupted in applause, screaming so loudly it was almost deafening.

Her boyfriend looked at her in disbelief, still holding the mic. "You’re never letting me live this down, are you?"

"Nope," she said with a playful grin. "Consider this payback for keeping our relationship a secret."

He laughed, shaking his head. "Okay, fair enough."

But just when the fans thought the surprises were over, (Y/N) leaned into the mic one last time.

"Before we go..." she said, the crowd immediately quieting, hanging on her every word. She turned to him, her eyes softening. "There’s something else I want to share."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting this. "What now?"

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, shining object—a key.

"For all the trouble you’ve caused me," she said with a smirk, holding up the key, "I think it’s only fair that you get a key to my place. What do you say?"

The fans screamed even louder as his eyes widened in surprise.

"You’re serious?" he asked, still processing the moment.

She nodded, smiling softly. "Yeah, I’m serious."

Without missing a beat, he took the key, grinning as he leaned in to kiss her, the fans absolutely losing their minds.

The kiss was short, sweet, and sealed with a promise. A promise for more adventures, both on and off the stage, and a future where secrets were no longer needed.

As the lights dimmed and the final song began to play, the crowd knew they had just witnessed the concert of a lifetime—one filled with surprises, laughter, and love.

[rockandroar]

Emma and Cassie Pawssom have been best friends since Kindergarten! Here they are some time in the early 90s. 📼 By middle school, Emma and Cassie had formed their first “band”, featuring Cassie on drums and Emma on guitar and vocals. There exists priceless home video recordings of their first living room “concerts”. 

In their freshman year of high school, they met Troy Campbull and Mason Boaris (later to be replaced by Jimmy Skramz), and Scream At The Moon was born. This post officially kicks off Cassie’s turn for a takeover of my account over the next few weeks. I can’t wait for you all to learn more about her! (I included a picture of the actual tee that inspired the graphic on Cassie’s shirt, my fellow 90s kids might recognize it 😁).

[harlowtales]

Jack is jealous when Y/N goes crazy for another rapper 😡

18 PLUS ONLY - ADULT CONTENT

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“You ready baby? Happy Birthday to my girl. Are you excited?” Jack said holding you from behind and kissing your neck as you checked yourself out in the full length mirror.

“Baby you’re wrinkling me!” You said smoothing out where he had bunched up your dress wrapping his arms around you. “But thank you baby I can’t wait!”

“If I was a bad bitch I’d wanna fuck me too!” You said jumping up and down as if you were already at NLE’s show in the front row. Jack surprised you with tickets and because he knew NLE you were going to meet him. Jack just looked at you and walked away. He was a bit jealous if he was being honest. This was all you talked about since you found out like you weren’t dating an even more famous rapper.

“Hey, calm down and don’t you think you should wear something that covers you more baby? What about this jeans and hoodie? It’s just a concert.” Jack tried to reason to make himself feel better. You looked gorgeous and that was the problem. NLE was as funny and charming as Jack was.

“Um no thanks I like this dress but maybe next time.” You said unknowingly kissing him on the cheek. “Let’s go!!!”

“Can we listen to NLE on the way there?” You begged as Jack didn’t like noise when he was driving.

“We’re going to the show isn’t that over kill?” He said starting to get annoyed.

“We’ll listen to older stuff he might not play tonight. PLLLLLEASE” you said pouting.

“Ok fine.” He relented kissing your forehead. You were adorable when you begged.

“Going down a narrow ro oh oh oad, going down a narrow road oh oh oad!!!” You sang NLE’s earlier hit Narrow Road at the top of your lungs with the roof open. Jack was already regretting buying you these tickets. He had to make you go to Gazebo Fest and you complained the entire time of being too hot, hungry, and tired.

Jack wasn’t much for concerts and when he went he usually sat higher up in box seats but because he knew you wanted front row you got front row. Baby gets what baby wants. This was a smaller venue anyway so Jack didn’t have much of a choice. You let out a squeal when you grabbed the barricade and Jack rolled his eyes taking his guarded boyfriend stance firmly behind you where he planned to be the entire time. He looked around and he felt old. NLE’s crowd was about 16-25 so he grumpily put up with pushing and shoving as the crowd built up.

“Yo!!! Oh shit Jack Harlow is here!” He was hearing around him as cell phones quickly came out of pockets and flashed before he could say anything. He wanted a date night feeling with no security and was beginning to regret it. You on the other hand were chatting away with someone beside you about how funny NLE was and his latest shenanigans on IG.

“Girl that red see through top and red leather pants at Fashion Week??? OMG!! He looked SO GOOD!” She gushed to which you nodded and Jack pretended not to hear. That’s when the lights went down a few opening acts you didn’t care much about came on. Jack was concerned you were bored.

“You ok baby? You’re barely dancing” he observed sweetly as he held you tighter. He was bracing himself for your reaction to the main event.

“Just waiting for my man is all.” You said “Saving my energy.” You didn’t yet know you were going to meet NLE afterwards.

After a brief intermission and endless people coming up to Jack the lights dimmed and you started screaming. “He ain’t even on yet.” Jack said dryly and slightly embarrassed.

Then it got pitch black and smoke filled the stage. Through the mist NLE emerged with his signature look shirtless, tatted from head to toe, low riding black jeans. He directed a megawatt, diamond grilled smile to you and winked. “Jack Harlow done brought his girl to see me y’all!!!” NLE said playfully as he darted to the other end of the stage. Jack smiled back but the joke irked him. You on the other hand were mesmerized.

Then NLE did the Slut Me Out trilogy it was a wrap. By this time Jack was hiding how mad he was. NLE had you. He jumped down from the stage drenched in sweat and as he went by the front row he kissed your hand like a perfect gentleman. You sang along just as loud as in the car then it happened. NLE pulled you up on stage and walked around you like his prey as he rapped “Is we fucking or what?” and made his famous humping gestures in the air. You were escorted back to Jack who just stood there in disbelief.

“Having a good time now?” Jack said angrily

“Baby I…Baby it’s all just fun.” You apologized thinking because Jack and NLE knew each other and both always joked around it was all fine. You tried to kiss him but he dogged it.

“I have a surprise for you that unfortunately we can’t back out of now or I’ll look like a punk.” Jack explained as the crowd thinned out after the show and he led you to the backstage area following security that came to get you.

“Wait what’s happening???” You asked incredulously as you were now standing in the hallway in front of NLE’s dressing room door. Jack just stood there not saying a word.

“Baby I am so sorry if I acted way over the top and made you feel bad.” You said as you titled your head up to kiss him. Jack couldn’t resist and felt your butt as his tongue met yours.

“You owe me after this” Jack said giving your butt a light but stinging tap that served as a warning.

“You’re a lucky man legend” you heard a voice say in a thick Memphis drawl. You turned around and there he was. NLE standing there freshly showered with grey sweatpants on and a towel on his head.

You tried not to appear remotely interested in looking down at the package NLE was toting. Jack’s eyes were on you.

“You must be y/n so honoured to meet the princess of Kentucky” he said holding your hand too long for Jack’s liking.

You shyly replied “Um that’s me” fixing hair behind your ear. All mannerisms that Jack didn’t like.

“Oh fuck now she getting all SHY??” He said seething in his mind.

“Sup.” He said to NLE and dapped him up not showing how agitated his was as he felt NLE poured it on thick during his show.

“I hope you don’t mind me bringing this gorgeous prize on stage. I just wanted to make her birthday unforgettable.” NLE said eyeing you

“Preciate you man.” Jack replied stiffly in complete bro mode.

“Oh boy Jack is acting all hard he is PISSED.” You said to yourself. Him and Jack talked shop for a bit off to the side recounting the XXL freshman class they were both in. Jack seemed to loosen up and was smiling and laughing to which you breathed a sigh of relief.

On the way home he was silent in the car and you didn’t ask to play any music especially NLE’s. You reached over and felt his bulge and he responded immediately shifting in his seat as he stared at the road. “That’s right, you know how to make everything up to me birthday girl.”

“Pull over.” You ordered “Imma take care of you like it’s YOUR birthday.”

@itsyagirljaz @jackharlow502

[iateyourparents]

fOoL fOr YoU | c.b.

pairing: colby brock x singer!fem!reader

summary: fate has its own ways to connect people who are destined to each other, even after breaking them apart at some point in life.

warnings: kinda short, use of y/n, bad writing and grammar(i’m sorry but english is not my first language)

an: songs used here are fOoL fOr YoU by ZAYN, My stupid heart by Walk off the Earth. Album used in here - Lover by Taylor Swift.

pictures are from pinterest:)

“Come on guys, let me hear you! I know you like this one!” you said to microphone before continuing the song “Cause I’m a fool for you and the things, the things you do…”

You heard crowd clearly and loudly singing with you your debutant song and you couldn’t feel more proud.

Even though since realese of this song you made two whole albums it still was most of your fans’ favorite song, and to be honest, it was yours too.

It was song about your teenage love, how you felt about that one boy that you aren’t even in touch anymore. You wrote fOoL fOr YoU while you still were a lovesick teenager but before you were able to present it to your former muse from these times, you were broken up.

Then, years later you met that amazing man, Charles, who took you under his wings becoming your manager and helped you with realesing your debutant single - fOoL fOr YoU.

And that’s how you became pretty famous and now, here you were playing all around the world for your “we’ll never be the same again” world tour, promoting your newest album.

“Alright, that was so good! Thank you!” you took a break to take a sip of water and then you were back in front of the chanting crowd “Okay, so I wrote this one about my ex who was absolutely awful experience but also taught me a lot.”

You could hear loud screams from a crowd which already knew what song you were about to sing so you just laughed and started singing, crowd following also started shouting lyrics.

“My stupid heart don’t know, I’ve tried to let you go so many times before…”

After few more songs you bided your goodbye to the crowd promising you will be back someday and you got off the stage and met Charles on backstage.

„How was it?” you asked with smile, sipping water.

„That was great!” you could say he was proud „And you were worried you wouldn’t be able to play on arenas.”

„That’s a big step!” you defended yourself with smile „I can’t wait to take a shower, I stink.” you grimaced.

„I won’t disagree.” he laughed and hugged you „Go relax a little before we have to go to tourbus.”

„You too Charlie, I know that you are secretly almost ripping off your hair.”

Now you were supposed to head to Los Angeles where you would play two concerts and then you would have a month long break before starting last part of the tour - Europe.

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You were currently sitting at the vanity in your changing room. Your make up artist, Sarah, was doing your make up for your last performance before a break when Charles came into the room.

„Hi” he started.

„Hi Charlie, what’s up?” you could tell he had some offer for you.

„What do you say, you, me and your band go to some club after you come off the stage to celebrate successful tour?”

You looked at him in the mirror and smirked at him.

„Sounds great to me.”

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You and your crew sat in some club. You weren’t drunk but it felt good to feel more easy with alcohol in your system after stressful couple of weeks.

„My forever favorite moment is when this one fan threw his boxers on scene and they landed perfectly in front of y/n. Her face was priceless.” Mark, the drummer, laughed. You loved talking about memories from the tour but that memory actually was traumatizing since it was the first time ever when something like this happened.

„I felt attacked.” you joked and took a last sip of your sweet drink „I’ll go order next one. Somebody wants something?”

You heard chorus of no’s and assurances that they have almost full glasses so you just walked towards the counter and waited for a bartender to end taking someone else’s order.

„Your concert was awesome.” you heard next to you. When you turned to the side you saw someone you thought you would never see again in person.

Infamous ghost hunter, your ex and an old muse of yours.

Cole Brock.

Or rather, Colby.

„Thank you” you smiled „Fancy seeing you here.”

„I live in LA.” he explained „I liked this one song, what was it? Fool for you?”

You smirked and shook your head „Yeah, I like it too.”

„So, was I good muse?” he winked and you laughed. Of course he would know it was about him. You’re pretty sure that when you were together you were sometimes telling him parts of this song.

„Excellent, thank you.”

„I’m always happy to help, so if you will need some new music, here’s my number.” he handed you a piece of paper with some numbers.

„I’ll make sure to call if i’ll need anything.” you winked at him and he laughed.

„I hope so.” he looked behind his back where a blonde boy, Sam, called him „I have to go but i’ll be waiting for your call.”

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If some days later you actually called Colby, nobody have to know. And if that meeting ended with him tangled in your sheets, also nobody have to know. And if this was more than one time occurrence then also nobody have to know.

And if your next album called ’Lover’ was about him and everyone knew it was about him, then it’s okay.

And if you both tattooed ’fOoL fOr YoU’ on your hips on the day of your wedding, then it’s great even if everybody knows.

You two really were like lovesick fools.

[catch-me-hello]

Stray Kids, Episode 8:  the audience is filled with camera men

Concert time in Shinchon!  We have our Stray Kids, a concert stage in the middle of the street, tons of fans, and some mystery guests posing as fans to evaluate and possibly eliminate.  There’s a LOT at stake here.  Let’s goooo!

The show is still calling this “busking.”  I think actual buskers would like a word.

Our boys are overwhelmed by the crowd size and trying to get their bearings.  They bow and make their very first introduction to the public.  The girls scream in response.  Bang Chan thanks everyone for coming out on such a cold night.  The girls scream in response.  Han asks if anyone has been watching their survival show on Mnet.  The girls scream in response.  Are the group’s mics even on? 

The group members then introduce themselves individually, and while they wait for their turns, Woojin and Bang Chan spot Jun K from 2pm in the crowd, along with Rado of the songwriting and production team Black Eyed Pilseung.  We have our first mystery guests! 

Jun K and Rado

Our next two are Noh Kyu Min and Yoon Joon Pil.  They’re celebrity reporters from TenAsia, a pop culture news website similar to Entertainment Weekly or PopMatters.

TenAsia celebrity reporters

We’re not done.  As Changbin talks to the crowd, we see two more mystery guests arrive backstage.  It’s Yugyeom and BamBam from GOT7!  As they settle in to watch the show on a monitor, they’re joined by – oh my God I love this group – Sungjin and YoungK from Day6!

So much is happening at once.  Onstage, Seungmin announces their first song, “Hellevator.”  The crowd knows this one, since the music video has been out for a while.  This is a rough one for our boys, because they’ve had to change the song’s arrangement and choreo from nine members to eight.  (Seriously, when is Lee Know coming back?)

No time to dwell on it.  Time for “Hellevator.”  Let’s do this.

A few mistakes here and there.  Someone’s clip-on mic comes loose.  (They’re all moving so fast, I can’t see whose it is.)  Woojin’s voice misses a high note.  They’re clearly nervous, but overall, it’s a good performance.  They just need to shake off the pressure, clip that mic back on, and focus.

Changbin acknowledges to the crowd that they are now eight instead of nine.  “Today, I think about him more,” he says.  The crowd shouts encouragement.  I.N, who is an immediate crowd favorite, announces the next song.  It’s “School Life.”   He really is adorable.  Okay, showtime!

WAY better.  They’re more confident now, and Bang Chan interacts with the audience, provoking even more adoring screams.  They seem to be having fun now.  And based on the way even the mystery guests are gushing over him, I think I.N is safe from elimination.

The boys announce their final song, “YAYAYA.”  We haven’t heard this one yet, but it’s the one Felix was nervous about in the last episode.  We learn that they’ve all had a hard time writing and choreographing this new song in a week, along with the overall rehearsal.  They’re all stressed out, and Bang Chan tells us in a confessional that he’s most worried about Felix being eliminated.

We get a flashback to Felix practicing for hours by himself and constantly making mistakes.  He suddenly leans against the wall, slides down to the floor, and bursts into tears.

I need a minute.

JYP, if you eliminate that Aussie boy, I will (looking up Australian slang) get aggro on your ass and bung on a blue.  I don’t know exactly what that entails, but I mean every bloomin’ word, mate.

Flashback over.  Showtime.  Come on, Felix…

I love the song.  I love the wild energy of the choreo.  It’s going incredibly well, and then …

It’s hard to get a clear screenshot, but Felix stumbles during a dance step and almost falls.  He recovers immediately and keeps going like nothing happened, but our celebrity guests definitely noticed.  The fans, of course, don’t care.  They may have been too obsessed with I.N to even notice.

The performance seems to keep going well, and now Felix gets a rap solo.  Let’s see him redeem himself.  This is the rap he’s been practicing over and over this past week.

Something’s off.  I can tell from the expression on Jun K’s face.  The subtitles won’t tell us what’s going on, but I think Felix may have been struggling with the lyrics.  The boys then finish the song by throwing confetti into the crowd and landing perfectly in their final formation. 

They did it.  The concert is a success.  Felix made some mistakes, but the others made mistakes during the first song.  I think he’ll be okay.  Honestly, based on the crowd reaction, I don’t see anyone getting eliminated today.

Seungmin thanks the crowd and mentions again that they miss Lee Know.  At first, I’m wondering why the group keeps bringing him up, but then I remember the audience has been watching the show.  They know he’s been eliminated.  The group has to address it.  He’s the elephant on the stage.

The group bows, says goodbye, and leaves the stage.  The exhilaration gives way to anxiety as they remember they’re about to be evaluated by a lot of famous people.  They go backstage and find our GOT7 and Day6 guests.  They didn’t even know these idols were watching.

GOT7 and Day6 talk with our boys about what it was like back when they were busking.  Fun Fact:  The English word “busking” is the same word they use in Korean.  Second Fun Fact:  WHAT THEY DID WAS NOT BUSKING.  Good grief …

We now cut to the day after the concert, and I’m really getting nervous now.  JYP has met with Jun K and Rado to review footage of the concert and has told them to judge “coldly.”  I stress-eat a box of Triscuits.  Now the boys are lined up waiting for their evaluation.  For some reason, the room is dark.  It looks like they’re about to be executed.  Then JYP comes in and sits at a table in front of them.  Here we go.

Turns out the concert did not go as well as the fans and I thought it did.  JYP tells them he is looking for improvement and growth potential, and he’s worried that some members will take too long to improve.  He says he has to eliminate someone who has been the biggest weakness to the team.

I can’t breathe.

He tells Bang Chan he has to improve in everything.  His vocals aren’t stable.  He tells Woojin that both his vocals and dancing need work.  And Hyunjin still has trouble enunciating when he raps. 

JYP is more direct when he gets to Felix.  He looks Felix right in the eye and says, “You made a mistake in the end.  Why did you do that?”

Felix stays quiet.  JYP keeps going.  “A bigger problem is that when you rap, it doesn’t reach out to me at all, Felix, because you lack in Korean language.”  His voice is scolding now.  I’m dreading whatever’s about to happen.

JYP takes a long pause. Then he sighs deeply and says that the potential eliminations are Hyunjin, Woojin, and Felix.  Of course he’s not going to eliminate Bang Chan.  This group needs their leader.

Another long pause. 

He tells Woojin he’ll give him another chance to improve.  Now it’s down to Hyunjin and Felix.

Again, he tells Felix he’s not good in Korean.  He needs to become fluent, which will take time.  But he needs more time than the company has to give him. 

So, Felix is eliminated.

Felix doesn’t seem to register the news at first.  He just nods his head.  But his fellow Aussie Bang Chan is blinking back tears.  Everyone else is staring at the floor.

JYP goes on to lecture the group about how big the competition is out there, but I’m just waiting for Felix to react.  He just isn’t moving.

JYP tells them this elimination will make the group better, which really has to sting.  I just want him to shut up at this point, but he tells the remaining seven members to knit themselves tightly together, and he hopes that there will be no more eliminations. 

He stands to leave and tells Felix, “You’ve worked hard.”  Felix bows and thanks him.  When JYP leaves, Felix drops his head and turns away from the rest of the group.  Now he cries.  His bandmates try to comfort him.

Felix sobs as he apologizes for letting them down, and this is just awful.  The worst part is that I understand the decision.  Not being fluent in Korean is a huge problem when you’re trying to be a K-pop idol.  Learning a language takes way longer than the two months Felix has been here.  If I were watching this show when it first aired, the decision would have broken my heart, but I would have understood.  It’s only through seeing what a huge star he is now, and how necessary he is to Stray Kids now, that I know it’s not the right decision.

Now we get a moment that I’m pretty sure must be iconic in the STAY fandom.  Bang Chan walks over to Felix.  In his Australian-accented English, he says, “Always find me, yeah?  I’m never going to leave you behind.”

I don’t know exactly what’s happening in Bang Chan’s mind right now, but he clearly hasn’t given up.

Felix hugs the rest of his bandmates, and I’m a mess.  I know he’s coming back at some point, but this is just AWFUL.  We then see him in a confessional. He just looks exhausted.

“My heart hurts a lot,” he tells us.  For someone whose Korean is supposed to be so terrible, he’s really expressing himself now.  “I don’t know what I should do now.”

Hyunjin tells us, “Felix is like a child.  He needs to be taken care of.  He has such a warm heart.”  Okay, this is officially killing me.  Please make it stop.

We get a montage of Felix’s time on the show, set to sad piano music, and I hate everything.

Now Bang Chan is crying in a confessional.  Through his sobs, he’s still speaking English.  “Even when you were really struggling, I should have been there.  I’m so sorry.”  That’s all he can get out.

We end with Felix looking into the camera and saying, “To all the Stray Kids members, I’m really thankful.  Thank you for helping me a lot.  Thank you so much.  I’m sorry I can’t be together with you guys.” 

With that, the episode ends.

Dammit, Bang Chan, I know you have something planned.  Whatever it is, get it done.  Get BOTH our boys back.

[cloudyluun]

Weekly Check-In 💌 | 03/03 - 09/03

MASTERLIST | BLOGRULES | TAGLIST

Hiiii angels!!

Oh. My. God. We made it through another week!! Barely, but still. Give yourselves a round of applause, a cozy blanket, and maybe an iced coffee the size of your head, because you deserve it.

This week has been a whirlwind of emotions, unhinged writing sessions, and me dramatically sighing over my laptop while drinking my weight in lattes. Classic! But seriously, you guys keep me going with your hilarious asks, chaotic reactions, and pure enthusiasm for these stories. You’re my favorite people on the planet, and I’m so grateful for you every single day. 🥰

Now, before we dive into what I’ve been up to, let’s get the BIGGEST news out of the way in case you missed it: the Patreon glow-up is here! If you’ve ever wanted more sneak peeks, exclusive stories, or just the chance to see me lose my mind in real time, now’s your moment. The perks got a serious upgrade, and I can’t wait for you to see them! (More details here, but just know: it’s ICONIC.)

Housekeeping Notes

📌 Requests? Closed this week! You can still send them in, and I’ll add them to my list, but I’m knee-deep in writing and need to catch up. Love reading them, though, so keep the chaos coming! 👀

📌 Commissions? OPEN! Want something just for you? Whether it’s soft and fluffy or pure filth, I got you.

📌 Why am I a little MIA? Because my internship at a secondary school is kicking my ass (lovingly). I’m SO busy, but I promise I’m still here, still writing, still obsessed with all of you.

What you missed this week!

Private Show: VIP tickets to Sabrina Carpenter’s concert + the ultimate protective boyfriend moment = Harry supremacy.

Press Play (p3): Lazy morning kisses, teasing games, and a decision about those tapes that’s still hanging in the air…

No Cameras Allowed (p3): The scandal explodes, everything falls apart, and when the tension finally snaps… it’s raw, messy, and leaves them both shattered.

London Fever (p2): She wanted a reaction. She got one. But now? The world knows. And the fallout is just beginning.

What's coming next week?

London Fever (p3) – The world found out. The internet is on fire. Harry and Y/N are forced to face the consequences of their night together… but does he regret it? And what happens when Y/N starts questioning everything?

No Cameras Allowed (p4) – The aftermath of the scandal is worse than they ever imagined. When trust is broken and the pressure becomes unbearable, can they survive the storm? Or is this the breaking point?

Press Play (p4) – Harry has always been in control, but not this time. Y/N flips the script, and suddenly, he’s the one being watched.

and if I somehow find the time between my internship at the secondary school, I’ll try to squeeze in some requests too! (Pray for me.)

This week is gonna be SO BUSY, but I’ll still be here, posting, crying over my WIPs, and sipping on my emotional support iced coffee. Thank you for being the absolute best, for reading, for screaming in my inbox, and for just existing. I LOVE YOU. 🥰💖

[anamelessfool]

I made a crackfic inspired by these GIFs

One Shot (AO3 Link)

Papa Emeritus IV & Reader

Mature for strong language, references

Stupid silly fic, destiny, concerts, the incredible cornette hat

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime....You only get one shot. You hope your calculations are correct this time.

1,819 Words If you like this fic please reblog!

One Shot

This was your last chance. After three rituals, there was nothing left. Fourth time’s a charm, you told yourself, arriving at the line by the venue at promptly 1AM. You were going to make rail no matter what. You run into your friend, Avery, who has doggedly followed you ever since witnessing your first attempt a few weeks ago. Since then you had kept running into them in the line, and at this point you had become fast friends. Today they look grim as you arrive and settle yourself into the long wait.

“Last chance, huh?” Avery blows a bubble with their gum. They have the weary voice of some kind of soldier getting ready for one last push over the top. You both hear the rattle of a raccoon scuttling around in a trash can nearby. The things you do for a dream.

You nod back. “Then they’re off to South America.”

“You are fucking nuts,” Avery says. “I don’t understand you but goddammit I respect you.”

“It’s been real, Avery.” You fistbump and wiggle your fingers, laughing.

It’s only a fifteen hour wait. You had waited longer in the past. As the line gets longer, more colorful characters appear, more people mingle. You chat, swapped social, and sing like delirious hungover partygoers at New Year’s. Thinking about the hours ticking makes you break out into a nervous sweat, but visualizing your mission steels you. Every so often, Avery locks eyes with you and calms your nerves with a friendly shoulder pat. “It’s gonna happen this time.”

You feel like some kind of action hero. Staring into the challenge ahead. “It had better fucking happen.”

The sun gets high overhead, roasting the asphalt, and still you remain. The shadows lengthen, the air cools. Finally, finally the venue staff come over to the line. Finally they pull out their scanners and open the gate.

Now or Never.

Arriving at the venue, you refresh yourself, then make a furious, single-minded march towards the front and center of the rail. Nothing will stop you this time. Not even the call of nature. You’ve picked out the ideal spot. After your three attempts you’ve figured out the perfect location. You’ve mapped the trajectory, the angles needed.

It’s a good thing Papa likes keeping to a script.

“I’m feeling really good about this,” Avery says from next to you. “You’re going to make it this time. I know it.”

“You’re psyching me out right now,” You mutter. “I can’t think. I got to get into the zone.” At last the blast of the music hits, that singular Yeaaaaaahhhhh! that makes your heart nearly explode. The curtain falls, and the pyrotechnics flare.

Every time you see him, you can’t believe he’s real. Papa Emeritus IV, resplendent in his beautiful costumes, reaching out to the audience, his thrusting hips powered by his voice. There’s screaming all around you. You have a weird inner peace as you wait for the opportune moment, a calm mindfulness reserved for samurai waiting to draw their weapon. Soon. Soon.

“BELIAL! BEHEMOTH! BEELZEBUB!” Ten thousand throats are shredded with screams. Avery gives you a friendly noogie. It’s time.

At last Papa IV appears on stage, framed by blasts of flames. His flowing garments take your breath away. His fierce winged hat lends an air of noble severity to his presence. The vision of that hat had consumed you since you saw it in Metal Hammer Magazine.  It has haunted you for months, and the plan you are seconds from attempting bubbled up from the core of your being. You had never felt so sure of the concept of destiny ever before.

Papa starts swanning all over the stage, coming into range. It’s fucking time.

From your pocket you pull out your ammo. You have a single shot, but something about having a single chance for victory steels your focus even more than having two or three. You unroll a pair of frilly strawberry-print panties, clutching them into your hand. You let all the breath out of your lungs. You have the focus of a stalking cat, a striking rattlesnake.

You hook the panties on your thumb, stretch the elastic waistband, and release.

“Archangelooooooo!” Papa IV croons.

There’s a moment where you don’t even feel your heart beating anymore. You see the panties suspended in the air, so slow in front of you you could count all the strawberries. For a brief second you scream in your mind It’s not going to make it! They hit the far wing of the hat, nearly slide off, then settle, hole in one.

A perfect shot. The panties land. Perfectly. Right in the bowl of that glorious hat.

“BROOOOOOOOHMYFUCKINGODBROOOO!” Avery screams in your ear. You barely register their voice, your whole soul ascending with the feeling of victory. It’s done. You’ve done it. And it’s glorious. Tears start to well in the corners of your eyes as you watch Papa IV scuttle across the stage carrying your prize.

And then you felt the arms on your shoulders.

“Hey! Get the fuck offa them!” Avery yells, but it is too late. Three security guards drag you over the rail, kicking and screaming. Finally you stop resisting, a serene deathly calm settling on you. You’ve done your duty and now it is time to go to the ashes from which you came. Your unfinished business complete, it is time to walk towards the light.

Your consciousness witnesses when they pull your arms behind your back, forcing you forward, whisking you away. To where, you have no idea. Nor do you care. What is done is done. You think they are going to kick you completely out of the venue but no, one of the guards opens a service door to the side of the stage. The florescent lights blind you, and the silence buzzes with the ghosts of the screaming crowd in your ears. The concrete and cinderblock hallway seems to go on forever and you watch your feet plod forward, your head down. The guards’ grip on your arms and shoulders tighten.

“Wait here!’ One of them shouts, whipping open a door. There’s nothing but darkness within. And within the darkness you remain, the door slamming behind you.

***

The light rakes across your eyes, and you wince like a cave animal. You have no idea how long you have sat in that dark closet, but judging by the silence around you the concert has long been over. Your eyes water and adjust to the light, witnessing the silhouette of a guard standing in the doorway. “Come with me. He would like to see you.”

He? Your heart starts to pound. At last your adrenaline bottoms out and you start shaking, but it is too late to fully react to your actions. Two guards reach in and grab you once more, ripping you back into the hallway. “Keep your head down!” One hisses under his breath. Your hands start to sweat.

You hear the creak of another heavy door opening, and a guard pushes you inside, closing the door behind him. This place is more softly lit. As you start to bring your awareness back to your body familiar colors, shapes and textures swim before your eyes. In a far corner, items are hung on a clothing rack. A sequined blue jacket. A torn leather vest. The magnificent hat greets you from a makeup table, and you catch your pale face in the lit mirror. At the bottom of the mirror you notice the back of his head.

Papa Emeritus IV is sitting before you.

You see him. You blink. You close your eyes. But he doesn’t disappear. He is right in front of you. And you are standing in his dressing room.

Alone.

His skull-like visage overwhelms you. You have no idea what his expression is, but his cursed eye glares through you. He is sitting on a couch in the center of the room, his arm on the armrest. He had since loosened his tie and you see the smallest sliver of skin peek out from the unbuttoned top of his shirt. His body is broad, his shoulders slack from the constant exertion of performing for a crowd.

You open your mouth, but it is as if a puff of dust comes out. He sits before you impossibly, but just like in your dreams. You feel that any noise, any movement would sweep the vision away. He lets out a heavy sigh, his chest swelling. You ache in the deepest parts of your body. He slowly sweeps his legs apart and locks eyes with you again.

“Come here,” he says in his reedy voice. You do nothing. You say nothing. A deer in the headlights would look on you with concern.

He blinks, then pats his leg. “Come here,” he says again. “Sit here.” There’s a quavering quality to his voice. You’re not sure if he is embarrassed or furious. A muscle tenses in his jaw, but the melting paint on his face obscures the smallest details of his expression.

He idly rakes his hand through his deliciously graying hair, and your knees nearly buckle out from beneath you. He is reacting to you. So he must be real. You will your legs forward, planting yourself in front of him, looking down at him. His brow furrows, and his eyes surprisingly shift from side to side.

Is he…nervous?

Papa pats his knee once again. “Per favore, siediti,” he growls.

You lower your body onto his strong, supple leg. He holds your weight perfectly. You feel like you’re going to fall off backwards in a faint, so you unconciously hold onto the side of his waist. His body shifts under you.

“Well, then…” he begins. You’re not sure if he is smiling or frowning. His face is so close you can see how the makeup has drifted under the sheen of sweat.

You have enough willpower in your brain to utter a faint “Um…sorry.”

Papa utters a casual grunt. Through your hand you feel the noise vibrate his whole body. He leans forward and by consequence his chest presses into yours. The heat and dampness of his tired body envelops you, the musky smell of his sweat overwhelming your senses.  Your whole soul is aflame in this single moment in which he reaches to pull something out from beside the couch.

“Here,” he says. His breath caresses your face. You look down.

In his hands is a small stuffed bear, like the kind found at carnivals. He holds it out to you. You do nothing. He makes a little frustrated “Myeh” in his throat and places it in your hands. His own gloved hands wrap around yours, patting them. He releases the prize into your possession, leaning back, satisfied.

“Here,” he repeats. You see the smallest of smiles drift across his face. “Complimenti.”

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A year ago today, I was hung over. My friend and I went to Taylor Swift the night before. We had a blast, of course. We spent the next day, August 9, laying around and watching real house wives while drinking cheap champagne. Later that day, I got a call from my sister. She wanted to wait until after the concert to tell me that it was time—that I needed to go home because my dad was dying. I booked the flight for the weekend. And then I changed it to go even earlier, leaving at 3 AM in the morning of August 11. When I got there, my dad was still mobile, still speaking, and even joked about playing a prank on me to pretend like I got there too late. Our good time remaining was short, but there were some sweet, funny moments in the midst of the most painful week I’d ever experience. When my dad was barely verbal, he called me into his room and I went rushing in thinking it was an emergency. When I got to his bedside all he said was “trumpolini” (a name we called that asshole as a joke) because trump had been charged. I helped him eat a chocolate malt, his favorite treat, and oh man did he savor it and love it so much. I can still remember him saying “this is delicious.” I had a sore throat, and even though my dad was dying, he kept asking in his weak voice how I was feeling. I remember him looking up at me with big brown sympathetic eyes and saying “your troat” like he would when I was a kid with strep. Worried about my stupid sore throat when he was the one who was dying. I don’t know that I’ll ever feel love that unconditional and insistent again.

It’s a year later and the loss remains sharp as a knife. When I think about it, it feels so massive and gaping that I can’t even believe it’s real. I sit here today from my bed, where I’m laid out due to having my wisdom teeth removed, and I wish I could call him so badly and have him baby me about my stupid teeth. I wish I could tell him about the things I’ve had to do at work that required me to be brave like him. I wish I could joke with him about trump, hear his rants about the Rockies, talk with him about fantasy football.

I don’t know if the pain will get less sharp. I know it ebbs and flows, but when it hits, it’s just as harsh as day one. And I don’t think I want it to either. The pain is a reminder of the love.

Anyways just sort of screaming into the void here. If you read this somehow, for some reason, thanks for listening.

[morathicain]

It’s time for a new happiness - Pisaeng/Kawi

Warning: breakup, miscommunication, the author’s frustration about episode 10 screams loud in this one

!Don’t like don’t read and don’t complain if you still do it!

Anyway, have fun? I guess?

When Kawi entered their apartment around midnight after his latest concert gig, exhaustion weighing heavy on his shoulders, the lights were still on. Was Pisaeng still awake?

They rarely met at nights like this because Pisaeng  had to get up early and Kawi usually came home late and needed some time to rewind, even if his body screamed for the bed already. Sometimes he’d even sleep on the sofa just so he wouldn’t disturb his partner of eight years. But today, it was different and when Kawi met Pisaeng in the kitchen, sitting on one of the chairs with only a glass of water in front of him, clearly waiting, the dread finally settled in his bones.

He hated this. He’d always hated this. The tension of a serious talk to come, the helplessness of not knowing what would be said, the inability to anticipate the next words, the outcome and what he was supposed to say to make it right, to make it better. Kawi would much rather figure things out on his own and change them so that there was no talk necessary. It had come to the point where Pisaeng didn’t even try anymore and in Kawi’s book that was a win, right? Right?!

“Oh, hey”, he laughed awkwardly, carefully putting his bags away instead of dropping them into the most convenient corner, “You can’t sleep?”

Pisaeng’s voice was somber and calm, not the way he’d usually greet Kawi with a smile that could be heard in every corner of their rooms: “Hello Kawi. How was the gig?”

“Good, good”, Kawi let out an awkward laugh, the tension in his neck so high by now, it was a wonder he hadn’t turned into a stone statue yet, “A full house and the owner gave us a bonus for getting so many people in.”

The following chuckle was a bit softer, Pisaeng’s “I am glad then” almost normal enough for Kawi to persuade himself that everything was well. That it was nothing but his exhausted imagination, that ...

“Kawi”, the seriousness was back and Kawi’s breath caught in his throat, “I know you’re tired and I’m sorry but we need to talk and I haven’t seen you for three days.”

“Ah”, Kawi straightened and scratched his neck with an awkward laugh, avoiding his partner’s eyes desperately, “I’m sorry, it’s been such a busy week with the festival and our usual gigs. I promise it will get better soon. Did you eat anything already?”

“Kawi ...”

“You probably did, of course”, Kawi forced himself not to run to the fridge, taking the longest way possible so he wasn’t anywhere near Pisaeng, “Did you go shopping as well? I am starving, I tell you. They always want to give us drinks but never food.”

“Kawi ...!”

Not even perceiving what was in the fridge, Kawi closed it forcefully again, wincing. “Was your day okay? I know the office has some deadlines coming up, right? You really shouldn’t have waited, I know you don’t get enough sl ...”

A loud bang made Kawi flinch and shut up, involuntarily turning around towards Pisaeng. Pisaeng who was standing by now, leaning on both his hands on the table, trembling. It was a foreign experience to see Pisaeng’s anger so clearly, mixed with a new kind of helplessness, for once not covered by a smile.

“Pisaeng, why ...”

“I’m in love with someone else.”

Kawi’s whole body froze and he could do nothing but stare. What?

Taking a deep breath, Pisaeng reigned in the anger, leaving only sadness: “I have fallen in love with someone else and I want to break up.”

Break up? Nausea overwhelmed Kawi’s mind, flashbacks of their moments together, of bad futures and trying pasts threatening to overcome him.

“I’m sorry”, Pisaeng looked as if he wished he could step close to comfort Kawi but he stayed put, didn’t move even for one centimeter, “We tried and you tried, I know. But while trying to give everyone a happy future and make the right decisions, we can’t forget our own. And this right now? It’s not making either of us happy.”

The words sank in like stones and Kawi felt sick to his stomach. He could do nothing but curl his hands into fists and stare and wish himself away.

A look of pity crossed Pisaeng’s face and Kawi hated it, hated the whole man suddenly, no matter how afraid he was to let him go, to be left alone, once again.

“He”, Kawi swallowed, “Doe he ...” make you happy?

The pity vanished and Kawi didn’t know what to make of the mixture of emotions he now saw: “Of course, that’s the thing you’d ask about. You’re not even angry, not ... Kawi, I didn’t cheat on you, I only fell for someone else and had to realise that we don’t work out anymore. Haven’t done so for a long time actually.”

“Who ...”

“Does it matter? I haven’t even told him yet and I’m not sure I will. Not for a while at least, not while I still struggle with my feelings for you.”

Kawi swallowed: “Do you still love me?”

Pisaeng looked away for a moment, choosing his next words carefully, deliberately, putting another knife into Kawi’s heart anyway: “Not like I used to. Not the way I need to, to stay your partner. I still love our memories, your fondness of food, your puppy eyes and your voice, but it’s different. It’s not enough.”

 ‘You’re not enough’ was the addition Kawi couldn’t but hear next to Pisaeng’s actual words. It hurt despite knowing that Pisaeng would tell him it wasn’t the case if he uttered those thoughts. It hurt ...

“Kawi”, Pisaeng said after a long moment of silence and Kawi could see and hear the old fondness again, proof of what they’d once had, “It’s not your job to make everyone happy. We’re all our own people and now it’s your job to find your own.”

It was as if a big weight had suddenly dropped from the centre of his chest. Tears threatened to overcome Kawi and he didn’t even know why. Was it heartbreak? Was it relief? All at once?

Tentative steps made him look up, his sight foggy from the tears in his eyes, his breath trembling. Now, Pisaeng was finally in front of him, so familiar and strange at once, his face and body screaming “sorry” and Kawi didn’t want to hear it. But he also did and he didn’t know, wouldn’t know ...

“What do you need, Kawi? Right now?”

The softness was killing him but with the gates that had been closed for so long open suddenly, he couldn’t stop the flood, the sudden surge of needs and wishes and dreams and broken hopes.

“Can you hug me?”, he asked, voice trembling, “One last time?”

And Pisaeng smiled, almost like in old times.

“Of course.”

~~~

The next morning, Pisaeng packed a small suitcase and a bag.

“What about the sheets you chose?”

“You can keep them.”

“They’re ugly, I don’t want them”, Kawi pulled a face and Pisaeng laughed.

“I’ll get them later when I have a new apartment.”

Kawi hummed in agreement and watched his now ex-partner considering his packing carefully. Still in his pyjamas, Kawi was sipping his coffee, his heart weirdly calm and peaceful. Maybe it was because he’d cried so much last night or maybe it was just a short moment, maybe it was real relief. Whatever it was, Kawi didn’t want to think too much about it currently because right now, he felt more relaxed than he’d done for ages. Which was a realisation he for sure had to delve into later but not now.

Now, he was laughing at his boyfriends ex-boyfriends friends (?) struggles with the knowledge that this wouldn’t be the end, no matter what path they’d choose in the future.

“Don’t go the lone wolf route, alright? Tell Max, tell Pear if you want to and I know Fluke will be happy to support you, too. Don’t think you’re alone again, okay? Because you aren’t.”

“Okay, okay”, Kawi rolled his eyes fondly, “I’ll let you know I’m still alive from time to time.”

Pisaeng huffed and flicked Kawi’s forehead before turning to the door: “I’ll tell you as soon as I have an apartment and we can sort out the rest then.”

“Sure, sure ... wait!”

Confused, Pisaeng stopped and stood there while Kawi ran into the kitchen suddenly and came back with an old, battered up mug full of blue turles which he pushed into Pisaeng’s hands: “Don’t forget your old favourites. Even if you’re on your way to find new ones.”

And Pisaeng smiled, pressing the mug against his chest: “I promise I won’t.”

the End