#i took it at the concert of his i went to :)

[kashverse]

Nanami and yuuji? Or maybe jst Nanami..You can choose the prompt! I jst wanna see more of them

i live to write for papamin and yuuji <3 thanks for requesting

there were many things people didn’t know about nanami. for instance, his impressive ability to make five different kinds of soufflés, his uncanny knack for always finding the best parking spots, and, of course, his surprisingly adept skill with a guitar. whenever he strummed those strings, the rich, mellow notes would fill the room like warm honey, each chord carefully played, each song a testament to years of practice. and, of course, yuuji noticed.

"papa," yuuji announced one day, struggling to drag nanami’s acoustic guitar across the floor, the instrument’s body screeching horribly against the tiles. “i wanna be a moosician like you!” nanami, cringing at the sacrilegious sound of his beloved guitar being manhandled, managed a tight smile. "that’s great, yuuji. but maybe we should start with something… smaller."

and so, enter the ukulele. a tiny, four-stringed instrument that seemed perfectly sized for yuuji’s chubby little hands. yuuji took to it immediately, strumming with all the enthusiasm of a rockstar playing a sold-out concert at madison square garden. "TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAaaaRRRRR!" he belted out in a voice that could only be described as beautifully tone-deaf. "HOW I WONDER WHAT YOU AaaaREEEE!"

you tried to hide your smile behind your hand as yuuji’s fingers fumbled clumsily over the strings, creating a unique version of the song that could only be described as experimental jazz. nanami, sipping his coffee with the resignation of a man who knew he’d never experience silence again, watched as his son poured his entire soul into the performance.

"up above the world so high! like a diamond… in the… pie?" yuuji paused, face scrunching in confusion. "no… in the sky!"

nanami chuckled softly. "almost, yuuji."

but the grand finale was yet to come. as yuuji reached the dramatic end, he went for a flourish, fingers flying wildly over the strings—and the ukulele pick slipped from his fingers, disappearing into the sound hole with a soft thunk.

there was a moment of silence. yuuji blinked down at the instrument, poking a chubby finger inside. 

"papa… it ate my pick."

you snorted, trying to hold back a laugh, while nanami set down his coffee, hiding his grin behind his hand.

"papa, is it hungry? do i need to feed it more picks?"

nanami shook his head. "no, yuuji. we just have to get it out."

"okay!" yuuji turned the ukulele upside down, shaking it violently, tiny brows furrowed in concentration. "give it back, you bad ukey-lely!"

you finally let out a giggle, watching as nanami tried to calm yuuji down, showing him how to gently retrieve the pick instead of waterboarding the poor instrument. and later, when the ukulele was pick-free and yuuji was tucked in for the night, you glanced over at nanami, who was softly strumming his guitar in the dim light of the living room.

"i think he gets his musical talent from you," you murmured. nanami chuckled, plucking a gentle melody. “he certainly gets the enthusiasm.” 

you leaned into his side, a soft smile playing on your lips. "and the dramatics."

he hummed, fingers dancing over the strings. "we’ll work on the lyrics next."

from his room, yuuji’s voice called out, "papa, can i sing twinkle twinkle again tomorrow?"

nanami sighed, setting his guitar down. "of course, yuuji. every night if you want."

"yay!"

and though it meant endless nights of off-key lullabies and missing ukulele picks, nanami couldn’t help but think that, these were the moments he’d remember forever.

plus, he figured he could write a pretty great song about it one day.

[xxchumanixx]

May I please request a fic where the reader (who's a famous singer) falls in love with Tim but is reluctant to fully trust and be vulnerable with him due to bad experiences she's had with men in the past? The reader could eventually write and sing a song about her love for Tim which blows up and even wins awards like Grammys too which makes their relationship stronger and she opens up her heart more? 🥺

Be myself

Tim Bradford x fem!reader

Warnings/Tags: fluff, a bit of angst, mentions of physical abuse / hitting (please look for help if you're in an abusive relationship! Being abused is not normal and it shouldn't be simply endured and viewed as it) Word count: 2.421 Authors note: I don't know if I used the gif before (probably did), but it just fits perfectly. I know you linked Whats love got to do with it by our legend Tina, but I kinda didn't vibe with it. I hope you'll still like it, though (if it was even meant for reference to the song the reader writes). I'm in no way a songwriter, so I'm not at all sure about that small part i wrote there. I know I posted a sneak peak for something different, but this gave me so much motivation to write so i put it first. Enjoy!

He didn't know how he ended up with you of all people.

Not that he'd complain.

Never.

But a famous singer like you and a cop like him? It had to be fate that brought you together when him and his rookie had been called to deescalate a situation at a concert of yours.

He didn't expect to fall for you - hell, you probably didn't either. It just kinda happened after you gave him your number before him and his rookie left.

It had been meant more like a joke - yet he hadn't been able to get you out of his head and neither did you. So he texted you.

Three weeks later you went on your first date.

You had been cautious, bad experiences with previous boyfriends and dates branding you more than you'd have liked to admit.

And so you didn't.

The date went great, leading to another one shortly after.

Tim swore you were playing some magic trick on him. The speed in which he fell for you was shocking. In a few weeks you had him wrapped around your finger.

It didn't take long for him to admit his feelings to you, saying he'd understand if you weren't ready for anything yet, and as he rambled on, you'd cut him off with a kiss.

Because you were indeed ready.

At least that's what you thought.

Not that you didn't have feelings for him - you had, and they were strong. You just had trouble letting yourself be too open, too vulnerable.

To trust easily.

Though, right from the start, you knew he was different. He was interested in your career, yes, but in a way that didn't profit him or made him want to brag about his girlfriend being famous.

Or try and hit you if you didn't spend all your money on him. It had happened once, leaving a mark on your soul you had trouble getting rid of. Getting rid of the douchebag wasn't exactly easy, either.

But that was another thing.

No, Tim supported you, took days off to watch your concerts and be there for you. And maybe to have the time of his life with you in your wardrobe backstage.

For a while now, you had been working on a project - a new song that one day came to your mind when you thought about the past few months and your relationship with Tim.

It had almost been a year now, and you started to question whether your cautiousness was misplaced.

Not that you didn't trust him.

You trusted him more than you did any other man you'd been with, it just was like a habit of sorts. Some sort of protection your mind had put up in the beginning.

It wasn't easy to let that guard down.

It was one of the main parts you included in that song. How he made you want to be more open, to trust and give up that control you so desperately held onto.

To love without the constant fear of it all going downhill.

Your producer, Savannah, supported you all the way. You wrote your song, recorded it over and over again until you were a hundred percent convinced that it did Tim justice in a way.

Or rather his love for you. The way he never treated you differently even though you were famous.

Sure, there were times when his face would be plastered along magazine articles alongside yours - especially the beginning hadn't been easy.

Hiding a relationship wasn't easy and it certainly didn't work in this case, either. The first time it happened it had been on Instagram.

Someone had seen you and him together, taking a video and posting it for everyone to see. Once it reached a certain amount of views, it spread like wildfire, and everyone knew.

Tim wasn't very happy about it.

He understood that it was part of your life, but he didn't like it - and that included him - plastered all over the internet.

When you were shopping and hoarded by paparazzi or too many fans and he'd notice you were overwhelmed, he'd play the 'I'm a cop, please stand back' card, effectively getting you out of the situation.

Another thing you loved him for.

He didn't thrive on the constant attention, didn't suck it up like a sponge and used it to his advantage. Not like other men had tried to do before.

So why was it so hard to let go? Why was it so hard to trust, to let yourself be too vulnerable?

When you published the song, Tim had yet to hear it.

Yes, maybe you should have let him listen to it before publishing it, but you were too nervous. Too nervous he'd laugh at you, tell you that you were crazy for writing and publishing that song.

It would have also meant he'd question the origin - why you had such trust issues, had these problems of opening up.

You didn't want to be judged. After all, you still hadn't told him about it.

Only a few days later, you and Tim were driving in his truck home, when suddenly, the radio moderator announced your new song. Tim's gaze snapped to you - normally you'd show him your upcoming projects, talk to him about them.

He didn't know you'd just published a new song.

Your cheeks heated up as he stared at you in confusion before his gaze fixed back on the street. You knew he was listening, picking up on the lyrics.

Another thing you loved about him.

He didn't just hear the songs, he listened to them. Analyzing them, understanding them.

So it was no surprise he did understand this song, too. About a minute into the song he parked in his driveway, killing the engine but leaving the radio on.

You nibbled on your lip nervously, heart beating wildly as you tried to make out his reaction. You couldn't read his thoughts, so you had to rely on his body language.

And when he understood the song was about him, his gaze snapped to yours right as the second chorus hit.

You let me be myself, and I thank you for that.

You ban all the bad thoughts from my head.

No matter how hard I try, I can't find anything bad about you.

And I hope you see me like that, too.

You support me, give me strength,

It is wrong to hold you at arms length.

I love you and I hope you see,

that your're the best thing that's ever happened to me.

You swallowed, not interrupting him as he listened to the rest of the song. This certainly hadn't been how you'd planned this.

Sure, you wanted him to know about the song and all the things it expressed sooner or later, but when you published it, the thought of him hearing it that soon hadn't exactly crossed your mind.

When the song ended and the next came up, he immediately turned the radio off.

He stared at you, shocked, surprised.

In awe.

You bit your lip as his own parted, though nothing came out. His head tilted slightly, thinking.

"Is it true?" was the first thing he asked. "Or is it just... I don't know, a random love song?"

Your eyes widened slightly, and you shook your head. "No, it's not a random love song." you said. "It... It's about you, Tim."

He nodded slightly, still shocked. "What about the- the trust issues you talk about? Or sing, for that matter." he inquired further. "Or the 'keeping at arms length'?"

You swallowed, sighing quietly as you looked away. "It's all true, yes." you admitted quietly. "And I know I should have told you, and I know you're having a lot of questions right now, but... I'm sorry."

Tim leaned forward over the middle console and placed his finger under your chin to lift your head, his blue eyes meeting your Y/E/C ones. "Hey, you have nothing to apologize for." he said, shaking his head slightly. "Yes, it would be nice to know the details behind it, but I understand that you didn't tell me. Or show me the song beforehand, for that matter. It's great, by the way - just like everything else about you."

You blushed, suddenly feeling undeserving of him. He was way too caring and understanding.

"I mean, I assumed some things..." he continued, tilting his head from side to side for a moment. "But I never pushed you to tell me. And I won't now. Neither did you on the subject of Isabel. If you want to tell me, I'm happy to listen, but you don't have to. Just know that I feel incredibly honored and love you."

Tears burned in your eyes, and suddenly, you knew you could trust him with everything. No more keeping him at arms length.

"I love you, too." you breathed out, smiling through the tears. "I just- I don't know." you shook your head in sudden embarrassment. "Ever since I got famous all the men seemed to want the same thing. Fame, my face as their way into Hollywood. To brag about their girlfriend being famous and make themselves look more important. Or try and hit me for not spoiling them like the ungrateful bitch I am." you grimaced, and his eyes widened before they narrowed. "I know you aren't like that, I do. I just couldn't shake this... habit of closing myself off and trying to avoid another one of these situations. I'm sorry, Tim. I know you are better than them. That song is about you and it is supposed to express how I feel about you."

Tim smiled, cupping your face with his hands. "You're so much more than your career, Y/N." he told you, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. "You're a caring, beautiful and brilliant woman. You're far more than I deserve yet I'm too selfish to ever let you go. I love you more than you can imagine, and I want you to know that I'd never try to get any fame or benefits or whatever from you or your career. Let alone lay a hand on you. I love you too much to risk us - not that I'd need your fame or money. I'm a cop and I love being a cop. My girlfriend just happens to be an amazing singer."

You laughed quietly, blushing more. His words spread a warmth through you like no one else ever did. "You're flattering me." you mumbled sheepishly. He cocked a brow. "I'm not." he said. "You are an amazing singer. You're amazing in general, all over."

You laughed once more, a smile on your lips. "You're way too good for me, Tim Bradford." you said. "I'm the one not deserving you."

He huffed, tilting his head from side to side again. "Debatable." he said. He leaned closer, capturing your lips in a sweet and gentle kiss. "Come on, let's head inside." he mumbled against them. "I want to celebrate this song."

It had been about two weeks until your song seemed to have gained massive popularity, and when the letter landed in the mail weeks later, you screamed.

Tim had rushed into the kitchen, gun drawn as he tried to find out what happened. When he saw you with the letter in hand, pressing a hand to your mouth, he lowered the gun, stepping beside you.

One look at the letter and his lips parted.

You looked up in your excitement, almost headbutting him where he was looking over your shoulder. "Tim-" you breathed out, cutting yourself off with another squeal. He grimaced at the high sound, though laughing as he moved to hug you from behind.

"Baby, that's amazing." he breathed out. "I'm so proud of you." You bit your cheek, heart pounding wildly. "I- I mean, I haven't won anything yet." you said, fingers trembling as they held the letter. "But..." "But you're nominated." Tim finished for you. "That's more than most can wish for. This is amazing, Y/N. God, I'm so proud of you."

You smiled widely, clutching the letter to your chest. You giggled and jumped up and down in his arms, pressing a hand to your lips. Tim laughed quietly, holding tighter onto you, his nose brushing the shell of your ear. In the last few weeks you'd grown even closer, and it all felt more right than ever.

"Told you you're amazing."

Nervous wasn't word enough to describe your current state.

The Grammys.

The fucking Grammys.

Never would you have thought this would happen. Who would have thought you'd make it this far?

Fidgeting with your small clutch nervously, you took a deep, trembling breath. Tim grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers and giving them a reassuring squeeze. You'll be okay.

The wait had been torture.

Waiting for the day to come, waiting for the announcements. It was like a dream come true, yet the wait left you on edge.

You'd been nominated for single of the year. Your song about Tim Be Myself had literally exploded, landing you a spot at the Grammys.

You inhaled shakily as the nominees were announced before the moderator opened an envelope. She drew it out, making the anticipation rise higher and higher until your heart suddenly slammed to a stop.

"Best single of the year goes to... Be Myself!" Your lips parted, not believing what just happened. Tim cheered, the crowd applauded, and you got up on shaky legs.

You couldn't believe it.

This was more than you could have ever wished for, and as Tim pressed a kiss to your cheek, giving you the biggest, most proudest smile you'd ever seen on him before he ushered you to the stage, you knew it.

You knew he was the one.

He was the one that treated you right. The one that loved you unconditionally.

And you'd be forever grateful for that.

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[leaawrites]

Dance Fever

Noel Gallagher x fem!actress!reader

Summary: in which, Noel shouts her out publicaly for the first time at a concert.

Warnings: fluff, the press,

Wordcount: 0.6k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Masterlist

It was flooding her body, the music bouncing off the crowd and walls and space. His voice was making her feel comfortable. Comfortable enough to stop thinking about the preying eyes lingering on her as she stood in the VIP area, dancing to his songs.

Ever since the shopping trip they’d done, words have spread like wildfire.

‘Y/N L/N AND NOEL GALLAGHER: IS THERE LOVE IN THE AIR?’

‘SHE HAS FOUND A NEW MONEY HAVEN.’

Even the news have taken on the safe bet of views. “I mean, let’s be honest here, she’s younger. A lot younger. There can’t be anything serious about it,” one said as she turned on the TV telly two days later. A picture of them in the background.

How serious could it be?

Serious enough for her to live with him, she muttered as she changed the channel, looking around the living room that has grown familiar to her eyes.

But now, standing in the open in front of thousands of people, it felt more freeing than suffocating. Moving her body to the rhythm and singing the lyrics like she was just another face in the crowd. Applauding and laughing as Noel finished the song.

Moving the hair out of her face, she didn’t notice the camera that was now focused on her. She didn’t notice it being focused on her throughout the whole song every now and then. Her face displayed on the big screen on the side of the stage.

She didn’t notice, but Noel did. His eyes never leaving her dancing body. Smiling as he saw how much she was enjoying herself in time like these.

“I couldn’t help but notice the atmosphere over there and the person causing all the buzz,” he said, pointing out to the VIP tent and making the focus of the camera swing back to her. Cheeks red out of exhaustion or embarrassment, one could only guess. “I wanna dedicate this next song to her.”

Stepping back from the microphone for a second, looking down at his guitar to play the right chord, he didn’t notice the way her face fell. With a slack jaw and wide eyes she stood there, doing more than admiring now.

It only took the crowd one note to recognize the song that was about to play and when they did, they went wild. There, no one cared about anything other than their own entertainment. And ‘If I Had A Gun’ was one of the fan favourites. It was one of her favourites. A song he hadn’t played since his last divorce, until now.

Watching in awe, mouthing the lyrics back to him as he was staring at her, it was like a conversation they held in private. Something so intimate that no one else mattered in a crowded room. It was only them, confessing something deeper through words sung. No argument could ever bring out the same emotions as this. No amount of money could buy what they had. No voice could sound as soft as theirs together.

“You were amazing,” she said, throwing herself into his arms as he stepped of stage a couple minutes later. Mumbling sweet nothings against his neck.

Holding her close by her waist, Noel began kissing up her neck to her cheek. Making her turn her head as soon as they were near enough to kiss her lips. Closing the last gap between them in a tender motion. Moving together like they were breathing together.

It was this serious and it was enough.

[writing-mlm]

The boy next door

Summary: Simon and his neighbor throughout the years Pairing: Simon Riley x Male!reader Wc: 3.6k tags/warnings: mentions of military things, talks about Simon’s prior team, Mr. Riley trauma, military slander, jokes about sex, Pre-141 a/n: let me know if i forgot any tags :3

He had been your boy next door, the mysterious Simon Riley who lived in the brick house across the street. The house that always had its curtains closed, the ones who bricked garden never had anything but weeds and whatever passerby tossed inside. 

Despite the discouraging outside, you had always been drawn to the place. But the only downside was that it was the house of Mr. Riley, the same Mr. Riley that had stolen your pet snake, the same Mr. Riley who would leave dead animals in your bricked garden or waste bin. The same Mr. Riley that laughed when your older sister died at a Bone Lickers concert. 

Simon attended the funeral, though. Mrs. Riley hadn’t been too far behind but she didn’t join the service. Your brother commented it was probably so she’d get away from Mr. Riley. You didn’t argue, neither did Simon. He just apologized and kept his distance until it was time to leave. 

When everyone was piling into their cars, he had gone inside for just a second and ran over to you just as you had placed a special flower on your sister's casket. There was a box in his hands, a small box poorly wrapped in newspapers and held together with a shoelace. There was a card in between the two, as well. It had almost fallen into the grave but you caught it before it did. 

Simon handed you the box before he left again, this time he slid into the car and kept his head down as it pulled out of the graveyard. 

You didn’t see him the next day at school, then the weekend passed and his curtain remained closed. Sometimes, when you caught yourself waiting for it to open, it smashed against the window for only a second. A part of you wanted to go over, maybe invite Simon over but you worried, imagining Mr. Riley opened the door. Maybe a dead animal would be in his hand, maybe he’d have that same stupid look on his face that made you stop looking up, or worst of all, maybe he’d invite you in. 

So, instead, that following Monday, you saw Simon in the hallways. He was a year older, or just a grade above. Either way, the two of you didn’t share any classes; you’d only see him in the hallways and coming from school. Going, he left earlier than he truly needed to. You would, too, if you were Simon Riley. 

He had almost slipped past you, pushing past the younger years and keeping his head low. But you noticed him just before he went away. So, you stopped him and handed him a note before heading outside for lunch. 

It took him all of four hours to respond, since, for the first time, he walked back with you home. He didn’t cross the street at any point, but he did stop at the bricks separating your house from the pavement and started into his house. Maybe five seconds passed before he followed you into the house. 

From there, he spent almost every day at the house. Whenever he could slip away from his, he was at your house. Your folks didn’t mind, they didn’t like Mr. Riley either. 

Sooner than you liked, Simon had graduated. He became a butcher for some time, he often gave you free or extra pieces and often got in trouble but never fired. His boss said he was too good with a knife and he wasn’t giving away too much. 

He must’ve gotten tired of it, since by the time you had graduated, he told you and only you that he was leaving. Joining the Air Force! The military was something he had only mentioned in passing, you weren’t too fond of the idea of it, but Simon was dead set on it. 

Something about September 11th had him thinking. He never told you what, but you didn’t care to pry. 

“Okay,” You sat up from his bed, the bed he had in the middle of his small apartment far away from the Riley house he had grown up in. “I’ll apply too!” He looked over, his eyebrow cocked up and a glint in his eyes. 

“You can’t deal with looking down from the second floor, you think you’d handle over a thousand meters in the air?” He sat up, the two of you face to face in his bed. 

“I do,” Simon watched as your eyes went from his left eye, to the right,  then down to his lips, and back again. He counted it five times before he shook his head and looked away. 

“Do it,” He shrugged. “Maybe we’ll be in the same unit.” Then, he turned to look at you again, a smile on his lips. “But if not—“

It happened so fast, his hands gripped your face as he pulled you into a kiss. You let it happen, holding onto his shoulder for support as the two of you fell back into the bed. One of his hands— you think his left— went from your face to your side, rolling you closer to him as you gripped his hips. 

The kiss lasted longer than either of you had expected. Just until the both of you had gone too long without breathing, your lungs screaming at you to keep it in your pants. 

“Shit,” You laughed, looking at Simon. “Damn— that was good! You been practicing?” He rolled his eyes and then pushed you away from him. “What? Or are you a naturally good shagger?” 

“We didn’t shag,” He got up from the bed and went over to the water bottle you had left there. “It was a kiss,” The water bottle opened up and you noticed he was drinking from your ice ice-cold water you spent two nights making. 

“Aye! You know how many times I had to refreeze that water? Don’t drink it all!” Getting up, you took the bottle back from him and saw he had drunk all of the thawed-out ice. “Rude! What am I gonna drink now?” 

Almost as if a lightbulb had appeared above his head, Simon grinned and gripped the back of your head. Once he felt he had a nice grip, he pushed your head towards his and kissed you. Then it happened. 

He was shotgunning you with your own water!

“I need to reevaluate,” You gulped down the water. “God! You’re definitely experienced! Or have you been reading those old woman novels?” The red on his face let you know all you needed to know before you burst into laughter. “It’s okay, Si. I won’t tell anyone you read raunchy old women romance novels,” 

“I want the water back,” He joked, setting the bottle back down on the dresser. “C’mon, spit it up,” With his hand held out as if you were going to spit the water out and ‘give it back’ you started to walk away. 

“You can drink my piss, if you’d like,” You teased, opening the bedroom door. “But I’m going to Wimpy, I heard they just opened one across the street from that pub you like.” 

“Bring me back a Wimpy Wednesday,” 

—

Nothing further came between the two of you after the kiss. Things had returned to normal, save for the occasional make-out sessions over some takeout or a crappy movie. But no labels or discussions came about. No one tried to push it further, and you guessed because you were going to the British Army and he was going to the Air Force it was better-remaining friends— best friends. Best friends with kissing benefits. 

Whatever it was, was remaining. 

Simon had written that he was in SAS. Special Air Services. It was some big league unit for the skydivers of the military and you were happy for him. Of course. It just sucked not being able to sit down and watch movies with him anymore. But you found yourself busy with The British Army. 

It wasn’t too bad. Could’ve been worse. At least you didn’t die, or get blown up and live to tell the tale. You didn’t think you could deal with everyone asking how you got hurt and having to explain that you had been blown up. 

Highly invasive. 

And the logo for TBA sucked. 

The British Army didn’t suck, though. You had people you enjoyed around you, no enemies on your time— they weren’t friends either, though. You kept to yourself mostly, so no one really knew you all that well. 

But you did create a reputation for yourself. 

You had been dubbed Reaper, your official name on the field. Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick had come up with it after he was placed with you on a mission. He said he couldn’t find you, he just heard the bodies drop and the occasional gunfire when you didn’t use your knives. 

It was corny, and probably cliche but damn did it feel good to answer to Reaper on the field. 

It also made you feel mysterious. 

Time had come and passed and you were given a temporary leave at the same time Simon had. The two of you had met at the airport and took a taxi to his old home since he had given up on his apartment; not wanting to pay rent for a place he wasn’t staying at or using. 

You went home while he visited his folks, at his request. He wanted some alone time with them. Probably wanting to see if they had changed in the span of his moving out until then. 

Later that night, when the two of you went to the pub to catch up, he told you what had happened. He said he’d be staying until things got better and you told him you couldn’t stay home, but would if he needed you to. 

“I’d stop carrying the world if you asked me to,” You admitted after two or three drinks. Simon remained sober, instead, he nursed an apple juice. “Fuck, Si, I think I’m in love with you,” But it wasn’t the right time. He had his issues he needed to deal with, so he didn’t respond. 

Instead, he offered to get Wimpy Wednesday and you happily agreed, spending the rest of the night at a park bench, sobering up before the two of you returned home. 

He and your folks saw you off, he had promised to continue to write and you did the same. 

After a bit, around three months, his notes got shorter. They felt cut off like someone had interrupted him and he needed to send the letter anyway. You never commented on it. 

Your next leave had been asked by Simon. He had wanted you to come to his brother's wedding; he’d be the best man and he would ‘look like a loser’ if he didn’t bring anyone. You asked your captain, Price, if you could and he agreed. With nothing to do, he figured why not and you left for Manchester. 

Keeping it a secret, you had your dad pick you up from the airport and had him sneak you into the house through the yard. He took you suit shopping and you almost bumped into Simon doing the same. He looked so lost, it was almost funny. 

But still, you hid you were home until the day of the wedding, as Simon was getting ready to leave. 

Not that Tommy didn’t know, you had written to him beforehand, asking to join and he agreed. He’s the one who suggested you keep it a secret for so long. It was just too funny to pass up. 

“Is that my date?” You called from the side of Simon's car as he locked the door behind him. 

“I thought you weren’t coming!” He smiled as he made his way over to you. 

“Me?” You gasped, a hand in your chest. “I’d never turn down an invitation from The Simon Riley of the Special Air Service. Tell me, is this like one of your novels?” Wiggling your eyebrows, Simon blinked before shaking his head. He muttered something about being annoying before he looked back at you. 

“You’re annoying,” He pointed at you then smiled and shook his head. “Get in the car, jackass,” It beeped as he unlocked it and you hopped inside. 

“Nice car,” Clicking the seatbelt into place, Simon hummed. “Oh, c’mon Simon! I can’t really joke about the car— wait. Sex jokes or are you still a virgin?” 

“As much as you are,” He side-eyed you and you laughed, watching through the passenger window as he pulled away from the parking spot. 

“Maybe we could be each other's firsts again,” It was less of an actual suggestion and more of a what-if scenario. You honestly didn’t expect him to react or give you a reply. 

“We should,” 

“God, maybe shotgun some alcohol into me first. I need a confidence boost to into bed with my wet dream,” 

“That can be arranged,”

—

Okay, maybe you hadn’t ‘shagged’ Simon that night, since after the wedding the two of you stayed in the car as he cried on your shoulder. And then spend the night in your bed, talking about the past two years. But you didn’t care. You had gone several years without having sex, you could go plenty more if it meant tender moments with him. 

“You know…” He trailed off on your last day at home before you had to return. “When we went to the pub in 2003, do you remember— did you mean what you said?” Laying on his back, Simon wrenched his eyes shut as you turned on your side and moved your hair from your eyes. 

“What did I say? Y'know, I’m a bloody lightweight,” He took a deep breath and held his stomach. 

“That you were in love with me,” Sighing, you sat up, pressing your back to the wall your bed was pushed against while Simon watched you. 

“I was— I am.” You admitted. Biting down on your lip, you looked up at your ceiling and laughed. “I had a crush on you growing up, then we met at the funeral and we started talking. I started to genuinely like you. I think I first really noticed it at the grocery store. One day I went in and you already had my order for me, but you still made me wait so we could talk for a bit. You looked so happy cutting meat and shit. It was goofy and I was so bloody smitten,” 

“It was when I was in my room, wishing you were there. Sometimes I'd turn and expect to see you there, but you aren’t.” He almost whispers his confession.

“Can I admit something?” You whispered, holding onto his hand, watching as he nodded. “Sometimes, on the field, I picture you having my back and we’re doing it together. It sounds so goofy but it helps,” 

“It does,” He nodded. “I do the same,” There was this warm feeling in your stomach that made you feel all giddy and stupid and you didn’t want it to end anytime soon. 

“That’s so gay,” You laughed and he rolled his eyes, pulling you down onto him. 

“You talked about me shotgunning you alcohol so we could shag, since I am apparently your wet dream,” Not really listening as he talked since his hands were running up and down your body, you blinked, staring directly at his lips. 

“You are,” You mumbled against his lips. “I was gonna make an ocean joke, but I doubt it would make a big splash,” 

“That was horrible,” He cackled, throwing his head back to the pillow. “Please, work on your jokes,” Groaning, you rolled off of him and turned your back. 

“I take back everything, we are now enemies.” 

“Mhmm, come and kiss me, I know you want to,” 

—

Two days after that, Simon had gotten word he was being sent out to Iran. He had written about it briefly, mulling over it as if he wasn’t going back and leaving home again. But he seemed fine with it, so you didn’t push the topic and understood that it meant you probably wouldn’t get any letters from him for a little bit. 

That little bit had stretched for a while, you had gotten more than worried about where Simon had gone that you almost quit. You were ready to go home and find out what had happened when a letter arrived for you. 

It was a letter from Tommy, he said he was being stalked and he was fearing for himself, his wife and his son's life. After explaining to a person higher up in your chain of command, they agreed to put the three of them into protective custody. The only communication you had with them was via their guard through heavily coded letters detailing what was happening. 

After they had seen the stalker, a former SAS agent named Marcus Washington, checking the place out for the third time that day, they agreed to move the three of them and Mrs. Riley to a safe house. 

“Reaper!” Gaz has called out from the booth he was at. “Someone’s on the line for you, a uh—“ He waited on the phone for a moment. “S. R. says he’s from the SAS,” Dropping your gun, you went over to Gaz and took the phone from him. 

“Si?” You asked once the phone hit your ear. Gaz had walked away, shutting the door on his way out. 

“(Y/n),” Simon whispered, his voice wavering. “They’re gone! The house is a mess, (Y/n). Tommy— Joseph—“ He was about to start full-on sobbing. 

“Darling, no. No, Tommy sent me a letter around a month ago. Marcus Washington was stalking them so I asked around and they’re in protective custody. They’re in a safe house, I spoke to them last night, I promise they’re safe.” 

“Are you sure?” He sniffed. “Please, I’ve had the worst last eight months, I can’t take anymore,” 

“I promise, Simon. They’re safe, I’ll give them your information once we hang up. Okay?” 

“Okay. Okay,” He sighed. “Can you do that now, I just need to hear them,” 

“Okay, my love. What number should I give them?” With the number jotted down on a random paper, you hung up and called the guard, giving her the number Simon had given you and explaining who it was and why he was allowed to have contact. It took some back and forth but eventually, she agreed and gave Tommy the number. 

Throughout the week you got updates from Tommy and Simon but Simon had explained he was going to drop off again and he was going to explain everything once he came back. 

He kept that promise, of course. It was a very lengthy letter that took you a good part of your breakfast to read. His team leader had betrayed him, he was almost brainwashed and his brainwashed teammate tried to kill Tommy. He was buried alive, only getting out using a guy's jaw to dig his way out of the dirt. And then he killed the people responsible. 

Hopefully, he’d be getting therapy before going back, but the Military definitely wouldn’t pay for it. 

—

The next time you saw him in person was two months after that letter. He’d picked you up from the airport, waiting patiently at your gate with his service dog, Riley. He’s amazing at picking names, you know. 

“Si,” You breathed as you crashed into him. People around you gave small claps at the sight of someone in their military uniform coming home and you felt embarrassed. You wanted to take it off, to not draw attention to yourself but you’d been so damn nervous you’d forgotten to. 

Simon, rather than letting you go after you pull back, loops his arms around your waist and buries his head into the crook of your neck. He thanks you a million times, sniffling ever so quietly while he tries to hold you tighter. He’s thanking you for a million different reasons, each one spilling from his lips faster than you can process. 

He leans back and looks between your eyes, it’s been years since he’s seen them. Months since he used them to crawl from his grave. He smiles, his new lip scar flexing as he does before he kisses you. It’s firm, it’s warm and you find yourself chasing his lips even though he’s not pulling away anytime soon.

“Aye, mate, come on!” Tommy shouts from further down the gate. Simon only sucks his teeth and pulls away, his hands traveling to hold your hand. He slips your bags from you, shifting them to one hand before holding yours. 

When you meet with Tommy, he grins and slaps your shoulder before holding something out for you. 

“Heard you might be needing this,” He opens his hand and you see a whiskey shooter. It doesn’t take long before you get the joke he’s making and you gape at your boyfriend who’s simply cheesing.

“Si, you told Tommy about that? You arse!” You laugh, shoving his shoulder as the two brothers begin to laugh too. Tommy gives you a small hug once they calm down and you set out to the car. 

“Did you get the letter from Captain Price?” Simon quietly asks as he sends Riley into the car and tosses your bags into the trunk. 

“Task Force 141?” He nods and you nod back. “Heard it’s a secret op, not a lot of people were asked to join. I dunno if I’ll accept, though.” The trunk slams closed and you look over at him. 

“I’m going.” Sighing, you check the time. 

“Guess I’ll write him back when we go, 'cause you’re not going alone.”

[faghubby]

Hard limits?

"Yes baby I fuck men, real men. I suck them, kiss them and swallow their seed. Anything else you want to know?" Jess replied to me a bit annoyed by my constant questioning.

"Just I mean" I wanted to know every detail. Could I watch? How big where they? What positions? How many men, how many times? Where there several at once? My mind went wild.

"Why don't you go put on something pretty" Jess said snapping back to reality. I smiled and ran to the bedroom. I opened my special drawer. I picked out a pink frilly bra and thong set. I stripped and put them on. My penis was hard and kept popping out. So I went to the bathroom and soaked a wash cloth in cold water my erection subsided and I slid on my little pink chastity cage. I felt extra pretty and put on stockings as well. The kids would be home soon. But I picked out a pair of woman's low ride jeans and put them on as well. Followed by one of my old concert shirts that I left unbuckled to hide the low ride jeans. I came out and Jess smiled.

"Shoes or socks I think" she said I looked down at my stocking edge feet and ran back to grab some socks. Jess lifted my shirt when I returned and smiled.

"They make your butt look amazing" she said and kissed me. "Feel better?" She asked. I just smiled. She felt the cage thru my jeans.

"OH! Without me telling you to?" Jess grinned. "Did you plug your ass as well?" I shook my head no but just then the door opened and in rushed Brian and Kelly. I sometimes wonder if I was their biological father. How long had Jess been cuckolding me? Kelly now 10 looked like her mom. And I could see maybe some similar traits to me in Brian at age 7 but was I just wanting to see them?

Jess had discovered my crossdressing fetish 3 years ago. After catching me dressed in her wedding gown. She confessed to an affair at the same time. Understanding why I never initiated sex with her. She continued to have affairs. She kept them private even from me. And encouraged my crossdressing. Eventually all penetration sex between us stopped. Best I could hope for is a handjob on my birthday or our anniversary. She would initiate sex with me, often by locking me in chastity and having me orally please her.

Just as the kids went to bed Jess snuggled up to me.

"How gay are you?" She asked her hand running along the inside of my thong.

"What? I'm not gay" I told her.

"Are you sure, what if I wanted to fuck your ass with a dildo? Would you let me?" Jess asked I couldn't say I had not thought about it. "You locked up your own penis today so that what your panties would fit better?" Jess asked. Her hand now massaging my balls.

"We could try it I guess" I told Jess.

"Paulie, try what you really want is a real cock isn't it?" Jess asked. "You already tried a toy, or was it something else?" Jess teased. "Tell me" she leaned in and kissed my neck.

"Yes years ago" I confessed.

"And you never told me" Jess smiled. "What was it?"

"The plunger" I moaned

"OH that's so gross" Jess told me.

"Jess I don't want a man" I squealed.

"Jessica, you should start calling me Jessica" she told me. "So hard limit is no real man to fuck your ass, make you suck his cock" Jessica giggled. "Stand up" she smiled. I stood.

"Jeans off" she commanded.

"Jess the kids" I wimpered

"Jessica or Ms Jessica" she corrected me. I took off my jeans right in the living room. She produced a vibrator and lube.

"Turn around and bend over" Jessica told me as she stood up pulling my thong aside. She applied lube to my ass.

"Tell me you want it" Jessica said cupping my balls again. I nodded

"Say it" Ms Jessica commanded

"Yes, please fuck me" I whispered.

"Push out" she told me and push the toy against my ass. Suddenly the ass parted and the toy slid in. Pain shot thru me but Jessica just pushed the toy in.

"Shh don't wake the kids" Jessica giggled

"It hurts" I moaned.

"I know, when I had to let a man take my ass, he was much thicker then this toy" Jessica told me. "If you where a real man able to please me then I wouldn't have had to give up my ass" she told me moving the toy in and out.

"Ooooo" I moaned in pleasure.

"Yeah my little fag husband loves his has fucked" Jessica told me. The front of my panties where soaked as she milked the cum out of me. "I am going to lock that cage on, and make you wear pretties everyday" Jessica told me. Then stopped and pulled out the toy.

"Thank you" I mumbled Jessica just laughed and walked away. I quickly pulled my pants up.

"Jess" I said walking into the bathroom as she was washing her face. She turned quickly and shoved a bar of soap in my mouth.

"JESSICA!" She scolded

"Sorry , Jessica" I said spitting out the soap. She let me brush my teeth. I reached back and felt my sore ass. It seemed so stretched. I even washed her toy. I went into the bedroom Jessica was dressed in an old tee shirt and a pair of my boxers.

"I laid out a nightie for you Paulie" Jessica said. I hated being called Paulie. But looked at the pink frilly baby doll she had left for me. I looked at the outfit. Thinking Jessica was acting wierd I didn't question it just put it on. It felt amazing I loved the light material as it rubbed against me. It came with they where almost see thru. Jessica leaned over as I got under the covers. She reached down pulled my panties back and put a lock on the cage.

"Jessica what if the kids?" I asked but she just patted my cage kissed me and roller over. I sat up for a bit just staring at the ceiling. Was this to far? It had hurt but I felt pleasure. And what Jess, I mean Jessica about having a guy take her ass. I dick strained in the cage. I tried to relax and not think about it. Sleep finally came.

I woke the sun shining thru the window I jumped up it was late. I grabbed my robe and rushed put to wake the kids. To find them eating breakfast. Jessica walked over kissed me and fixed the collar on my robe to cover the flash of pink that was showing.

"Go get ready sleepy head" she told me and smacked my sore ass. I went to shower. When I got out everyone was gone. In the top drawer of my dresser I found it full of bras and panties. With a note.

"Pretties everyday" the note said with a lipstick kiss I picked out a pale blue set I had some issues putting on the bra but got it. I worked from home on Mondays. I decided to be cute and sent Jessica a pic.

"Thanks they all look so lovely" I told her.

"Try a dress as well, and maybe some heels you love so much" I put on a flower print dress I had gotten months ago. And sent her another Pic.

I got a pic of her panties in response

"Will be late tonight" she texted.

I got changed long before the kids came home. I made dinner and cleaned up. The kids had there homework done when Jessica came home. She looked in on them then led me to the bedroom

"Clean me" she told me. Dropping her dress.

"Jessica!" I said shocked

"You said hard limit was no real man" Jessica told me. She pushed me to my knees I hooked my fingers on her panties and pulled them off. They where soaked in cum. I swallowed hard and licked her pussy. The salty taste filled my mouth I wanted to pull away but Jessica held my head. Forcing me to continue. I made her cum as I cleaned her of her lovers cum.

"That was lovely" Jessica told me. Getting up she put on some sweats. Leaving me to clean up. I hand washed her panties and put her dress in the pile to be dry cleaned. I washed my face and brushed my teeth and went to spend time with the family. Jessica pulled the back of my pants back to make sure I still wore my panties.

"Tomorrow you have to wear panties under your work clothes to the office" Jessica laughed. Jessica continued to have me dress everyday. Especially for bed. On Friday she bought me home a present when I opened it inside was a strapon dildo. She grabbed it and put it on. She pushed me on the bed and pulled my panties down lubing me ass she wasted no time forcing her cock in.

"Now I can fuck you just like real men fuck me" she told me. As she worked the toy in and out. She became tired after some time and removed her cock.

"I am going to fuck you everyday" she told me kissing me.

"You loved it didn't you PAULA" she asked me. I just nodded had she called me Paula? Jessica kept her promise finding time to fuck me with her new found cock everyday. I obeyed her every wish. Day dreaming of what she would make me do next. I found myself wondering what she would think of next. She had me ride her cock one night.

"Go ahead suck it. Show me how you would please a man" she told me one night. "Swirl your tounge around it. Slobber on it" she told me.

"You're a sissy now, you should make sure your body hair is gone and let your hair grow out" she told me one night it had been almost two weeks since she locked me up. Three times I had cleaned her used pussy. She started feeding me the cum that leaked from my cage.

"Are you sure about your hard limit Sweety?" Jessica asked me one night as she fed me my own cum. "No real men?" I just nodded

Jessica kept pushing me. She wasn't happy until I could deep throat her dildo, apply makeup properly, had me dressing up sometimes I spent the whole weekend in a dress. She painted my toes and clear coated my finger nails. Styled my hair. All while feeding me not only her lovers cum but my own. It had been nearly two months since she even considered unlocking me.

"Paulie come on I am taking you out" Jessics smiled. She had laid out my outfit. There was a new pink lace bra and thong on top. Followed by a pair of ladies slacks and a button down shirt. I realized the shirt had a lace collar. I got dressed anyway. Jessica had me wear my black pumps. And do some soft makeup.

"Ms Jessica" I said scared thinking of leaving the house.

"No, you said your hard limit was a REAL MAN" she reminded me "would you like to change that?" She smiled. I just shook my head.

Jessica drove I tried to hide my face as we left the neighborhood. Hoping no one saw. Jessica drove to her favorite restaurant. We had reservations no one even looked at me differently.

"You look fine stop fretting" Jessica told me as we approached a table there was already a woman there.

"Tiffany this is Paula" she introduced me. We sat and ate I was very quiet hardly uttering a word. Jessica actually ordered for me.

Tiffany put her hand on my knee. My eyes popped open.

"Paula don't worry, Tiffany is a girl like you" she giggled. I jumped up and headed for the bathroom. As soon as I went to open the door Tiffany grabbed my arm.

"Wrong one silly" leading me into the ladies room. She glanced around then pushed me against the wall. She kissed me. Pressing hard against me. She guided my hand down under her skirt. I felt her cock no longer contained in her soft panties. I stroked her. She felt so big. The door opened and I heard Jessica's voice.

"Think you girls need to find a room" she said. Tiffany let me go but I still held her cock.

"You want her big girl cock, Baby" Jessica giggled. I snapped out of whatever spell I was under and let go. Jessica gave Tiffany our home address and we would meet there. I was In a daze till I reached the car.

"You okay sweety?" Jessica asked I just nodded. She drove us home. Tiffany was already there waiting. As soon as the door was unlocked Tiffany dragged me inside tearing the buttons of my blouse. We where downtown out panties in seconds I felt her breasts. Did I want breasts. I wanted her cock. I did! I dropped and sucked her cock. I have no idea where Jessica had gone and I didn't care. I sucked Tiffany's cock taking her all down my throat. She moved at one point sitting down. I crawled following her. Suddenly I felt Jessica reach under me and unlock my cage. My cock sprang free throbbing. Jessica ran her hand over my ass just as Tiffany unloaded down my throat. I had never had anyone cum on my mouth before I tried to swallow sucking up all her cum. She pulled out of my mouth. She kissed me. She stroked me.

"Please I don't want to cum, don't make me cum I moaned into her shoulder. She stopped.

"You are one little submissive thing aren't you. She bent me over and squirted lube up my butt. Her cock slid in as I let out a moan. She fucked me. Hard. How was she still hard? Had she recovered that quickly? I let my mind go blank as she fucked me. Jessica was gone again. As Tiffany pounded my ass. Finally cumming again this time deep inside me. I crawled into a ball. Tiffany lifted me up and took me to the bedroom. She spooned me reaching around she teased my little cock.

"Don't worry little one I won't let you cum" she cooed in my ear teasing me till I was about to cry then stopping over and over. She finally stopped when I begged her to let me cum. And held me as I fell asleep.

I woke alone, naked and my cage back on. Jessica had left a message.

Spending the night with a real man. Kids will be home around 8. Still think you have a hard limit?

[vad-hander]

I Love You More

pairing: Jaebeom x reader

others: Jinyoung, GOT7 members

genre: fluff

warnings: idol GOT7!au, married couple, pure softness, crying

Words: 1,1k

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short soft one-shot inspired by GOT7's concerts this weekend and them being so emotional and crying and saying a lot of things that tore my heart apart. Jaebeom will always hold a very special place in my heart and I was excited to write this! I haven't written for got7 in years, so let me know, if you're interested in more

alsooo, I've never posted anything this short, so let me know if you enjoy stuff like this and I should be doing more of it!

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You stood in the corner of the waiting room, your eyes trained on the only man that actually mattered in your life and as the teardrops streamed down his pretty face your heart squeezed in an attempt to pump blood into your head and steady out its beats. Your heart ached, but you held back from crying  in this moment with him - if he’d see your tears you knew it’d be an undying contest of emotional breakdown and you didn’t want him to go through that. You loved him too much. He only ever deserved love, happiness and much easier life than he was living now. 

Jackson patted Jaebeom’s head and the staffs that filled the room tried to continue with their duties, but also be mindful of 7 crying and sobbing men in the centre of that room. Your gaze shifted to sobbing Mark and the way teared up Youngjae and Bam tried to calm him down. At least this view wasn’t tearing your heart into pieces. As a figure approached you, though, you had to readjust your eyes and focus on the man in front of you. The very next moment Jinyoung’s very warm hand grabbed yours and pulled you behind him. He felt your resistance and turned around, reading your face expression perfectly.

"I think he really needs you to calm him down." Jinyoung pulled onto your arm once again and you followed. "Hey, Seunah" Jinyoung called out in an attempt to whisper, but making it more of a low growl. Jackson, raising his head and seeing Jinyoung pulling on to you took a step back. Giving you space to come closer and giving you two space for privacy. Jaebeom raised his head a little, as he felt the loss of contact and took a few blinks to focus his teary eyes on you. Both Jackson and Jinyoung respectfully took a few more steps back and as you approached Jaebeom a little more, you couldn’t hold back a pout. Jaebeom straightened his back properly and it seemed the tears streamed down his face at a much lower pace. You pursed your lips and took a little step closer, not forgetting precaution and turning around to read the room - everyone seemed busy with themselves and their duties. But in all honesty - you couldn’t just stand and watch him any longer, even if the people watched you two attentively - your heart ached the moment you saw that first tear fall down his face back on stage. 

“You did so well-.“ You still whispered, everyone acted busy, but peoples’ ears were always perked up. Jaebeom blinked more tears down his face. Shit, you only made it worse for him. “Everything went so perfectly. You worked so hard. I’m so proud. These should be happy tears, everything worked out amazing. Right?“ you tried to give Jaebeom a smile, your words only made the tears fall down harder, while Park Jinyoung expected you to do the opposite. “Ah-, love, don’t cry.“ You finally sighed and reached a hand to his face, cupping his cheek and making a lame attempt at catching the teardrops - it did seem impossible. The waterfall that streamed down his face was impossible to stop with a finger. Jaebeom leaned in into your touch and closed his eyes. You tried to caress the softness of his cheek, while not making it too inappropriate for a working environment. “Everyone’s so proud and everyone are so thankful for the things you do. You’ve put so much hard work into this, it’s okay to cry. I can’t even hold back my tears for you and ah-.“ Jaebeom suddenly draped his arms over your shoulders and lost his face in the crook of your neck. You patted his nape in a very weak attempt to calm him down. He seemed crashed, drained and exhausted. You really wished you could lift him up just like that and transfer to bed and let him get as much sleep as he needed - doesn’t matter if its 12 hours or a week. You watched him work so hard all these weeks to make the concerts possible, you watched him all those years make all those things possible while also being a sweet and loving husband to you. “I just hope it’s tears of relief. As long as they’re not tears of pain - it doesn’t matter. We could cry all night long, right?“ You tried to give him a little kiss, forgetting all the work space boundaries in your head, landing your lips on his jaw. You patted his nape a few more times, moving your arms lower - you gave his waist a squeeze and rubbed your face against his shoulder - the sobbing man in your arms seemed to calm down at least a little. 

“I love you.“ you breathed out, somehow in unison with Jaebeom and as shocked as you were at the silly little coincidence, Jaebeom moved back a little and looked at you properly, with no tears falling out of his eyes,  beautiful irises focusing on you. 

“That’s silly of us.“ You giggled, moving your fingers to dry out the tears on Jaebeom’s cheeks. 

“But I, definitely love you more.“ He even made a weak attempt to smile and made you feel more at ease yourself. The air suddenly felt lighter and the second time he tried to make that little smile - the smugness on his face, your chest burned with love. Jaebeom covered your palm with his and moved it closer to his mouth. “I wouldn’t be here without your support.“ You knew exactly what he meant by that, how hard it was for both him and you to get his mind to a better place. You weren’t about to shy away and act like you weren’t behind it all. In a great partnership with the man himself, of course. 

“I know.“ You accepted with a playful nod and watched his lips give your palm a kiss with a smile. You were glad you could refer to dark times with a joke and a smile now. Jaebeom let go of your arm and tried to dry his face with the shirt he wore. 

“Ah!“ Jinyoung materialised behind you, his firm palm on your shoulder making you jump in place. “Nothing like a wife’s touch that could calm a man down.“ He teased happily, wrinkles round his eyes as he smiled were the resin for a little upward motion on the corners of your lips. 

“Sh! Shut up, there are strangers in this room.“ you hissed at the man, though. He ruffled your hair with a teasing face expression.

“Hey, show some respect.“ you played back, your unending battle of teasing continuing every time you opened your mouths.

“Right, show some respect to my wife!“ Jaebeom chimed in, regret on his face immediate, as the both of you knew the comeback would be explosive. Jaebeom wrapped an arm around your waist, you not being sure whether he was backing you up or wanted you to back him up in this.

Jinyoung, though, already moved on -  looking at the members and then at his leader and giving you nod. 

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[tweeterwilbury]

Okay some of my favourite csny facts/anecdotes just for compiling them:

-roger mcguinn saying that stephen was Romancing Crosby Away from the byrds before crosby was fired

- when they were in the 1974 tour one time bob dylan joined them and stephen kinda didnt allow anyone else to be in the same room as him when bob played some new songs (= basically the entirerity of blood on the tracks) and meanwhile nash was outside the room hearing the whole thing ans dying with it and when bob goes out stephen says Bob is no musician.

- that one time stephen destroyed a tape of wind on the water bc graham didnt want to sing on one of his songs or whatever and graham had to call his manager (who was his neighbor i think?) to physically get stephen out of his house. And then immediately after that his girlfriend put a song to play to calm graham down and it's idiot wind by bob dylan. Which goes well with the last anecdote

- the Eat A Peach incident but specifically that one interview with stephen like 2 weeks later where hes like It's over for me. My life is over.

- thrasher by neil young

- this one is more neil solo thsn csny but the live in berlin concert when nils lofgren is doing some crazy moves like everyone should watch thst

- when csn first came to exist they used to play their songs and sing to many friends and like appearently two of these friends were art garfunkel and paul simon and they didnt think it was all that good or something which is just really funny to me

- still talking about when csn started, they had an audition to apple (the beatles company not steve jobs) and it was a live audition with george harrison judging if they were going to get a contract or not. And he said No <3

- Ok next two will be more csny-adjacent but still talking about george harrison the first cover of a george song appearently was the hollies' if i needed someone but he didnt like it and talked about not liking it when someone in the press asked him and graham got angry with it and replied saying some shit like People take the beatles word like gospel but we all started in the same place. Also appearently george's comment may have affected the hollies' sells bc the cover was a single <3

- still talking about george harrison and specifically if i needed someone appearently he sent a tape of it to roger mcguinn before the song was released bc it took some inspiration from the byrds (i think it was specifically from their version of the bells of rhymney)

- The Old Uniform incident

- Nash being so fucked up in the 1974 tour that he sounds Too Loud in basically every song ever. One time i heard a our house with aggressive lalalalalala and it was the funniest thing ever

- when neil was 'feeling alone' during the deja vu sessions so for some reason he adopted two bush babies (which he named speedy and harriet) and nash absolutely hated those animals

- when the idea of neil joining csn first appeared nash didnt know him yet so they had a date just for nash to like. Know him and approve him in the band. And appearently graham was fine with it bc neil was funny

- joni mitchell told elliot roberts to meet neil because he was funny. Lets all pour out one for the funny lovely guy that is neil young

- when elliot roberts managed the buffalo springfield for a short time he let neil alone for like half an hour or something to play golf when they were touring and neil wasnt feeling well so after that he fired elliot and elliot tried to go back to the band after they went back to la and neil got furious with him and like at some point elliot starts crying and neils like Okay either i stay or he stays and everyone prefer neil to stay. And then elliot goes home and some days later neil appears at his house and hes like Okay i fired you from buffalo springfield bc i want you to manage me as a solo artist. And elliot is like Oooohhhh this guy is smart making this whole plan. But like years later neil was like Well i didnt really plan to fire him and then get out of the band. So basically he just made elliot cry in front of wveryone and they put on a big scene for no specific reason he was just feeling evil i guess

- that one anecdote about stephen making a X in a photo of csny in 1969 (i think?) after making a comment about how neil looked like he was about to say "look im here but im not really in this band and im gonna break your heart again stephen" but like stephen is so angry about it that when he makes the x in the photo the pen goes through the paper

- That one interview when stephen said that on the way home is about him which neil never confirmed neither denied but it surely makes every live performance of on the way home much better when you notice how stephen is doing the I love you I do background part all the time. alone. Not even doing it with crosby and nash most of the times like what even is the point of that

- when stephen covered the loner for illegal stills and then on the stills-young tour he and neil played the song with alternate versions and sometimes neil would be like "We will do a song i wrote but in Stephens way because i like how stephen does it!" Before they started singing and when they started it stephen would totally skip the first verse and sing only half of the second verse in a totally drunken stage

- when nash said in wild tales that one time during the boat trip with crosby there was a storm and crosby picked up a 140 pounds anchor to throw in the sea to save them which is just an insane anecdote. Okay

- when nash said he thinks stephen is clinicslly insane and that he doesnt think stephen was happy and that if he hadnt been stephen stills he would have been put away long ago. And then in the same page neil is like I really like stephen as a person..........

- when crosby and nash were interviewed and the interviewer asked them if they were a couple as a joke and graham freaked out and the interviewer eas like Okay but what keeps you two together if not the queerbaiting. And im paraphrasing it here but the interviewer literally used the word queerbaiting in it

- that one time stephen said that people thought that he and jimi hendrix were fags or that stephen was a male groupie but it Wasnt Like That

- bruce palmer saying that neil sang like a faggot

- more neil solo than csny but that one story of rick danko making him release tonight's the night

- that one time stephen showed up at nash's house with a full meal for some reason and then left without saying anything

Theres definitely a lot more these are just some of the top of my head

[digitallhell]

I love that I'm being accused of being a "pedophile cosplaying as a kid" on this blog on tumblr meanwhile im just a nerd and on the other tab i have my english homework, im working on geometry, and im dancing to chappell roan

do yall really think teenagers dont care about politics?? we literally have a politics club at my school. im just trying to stay educated on whats going on in the world lol

[julla]

briefly scrolled though the bigbang subreddit like recommended and - true, it definitely is active! which is fun. one of the first things i saw is that someone got into listening gd bc they knew him from the shoe world 😭😭 i mean that's just amazing lmao

[michdoodles]

Sonic symphony was fun if I ignore the fact that my parents were with us and being absolute killjoys

Had a blast singing along to the songs, watching the video presentations for the orchestral movements (two new ones were added for our showing!!!) and just being there. Wish I could repeat the experience but change a couple of *ahem* details but alas, I think I should prioritize getting my own place instead

Bonuses:

Nobody was able to see my cool socks :(

Was getting the stare down while eating lunch

[xoangel333]

twenty one pilots >>>>>

[opqrstuv04]

Still thinking about Hozier and am currently feeling incredulous about the “fairy goblin gentle bog man” perception so many people have of him. WHERE did that all come from??? Solely from Wasteland, Baby???? Listening back to self titled is insane because nearly all of the songs are overtly or subtextually sexual or political, or both! Take Me to Church goes straight into Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene, there’s a brief upbeat interlude with Someone New but goes right back into it with To Be Alone. It Will Come Back. Foreigner’s God!! The “goblin”est songs off this album as far as I can pick are In a Week and Like Real People Do, and even those are so much richer than -core ing them enables them to be. For 2014 I’d say this is music that borders on gritty and morbid, it’s not designed to be palatable. AND YET!! The complexity of Hozier’s music being boiled down to an easily accessible aesthetic makes me want to 💥💥💥‼️

[cucosbiggestfan]

niela meets cuco

[phagodyke]

happy flat fuck friday I feel likr I've been run over by a steamroller <3

[indihome-suck]

konser tulusnya gimana bako? asik? seru? audionya oke? hehe

IT WAS INSANE!! I actually got pretty close to the stage in the end!!!! I must say he looks like a very nice guy in person!!!!!!

[ID: a photo of Tulus on a stage in front of a crowd holding a microphone stand. He's wearing a black shirt with wide blue grey checkered trousers. Behind him is his band. And at the back of the stage is a big screen displaying the lyrics of "Jatuh Suka," all caps colored orange. /End ID]

HERE'S THE GUY

[frogmanfae]

Currently thinking about my favorite conductor I have ever had the pleasure of working for this man is a national treasure