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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 4 months ago

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Fall into the sky

Written for @astrangersummer, week 5 (shhhh, we're not talking about how this is super fucking late, it's fine!)

Prompt: Constellations

Words: 1,527 (also on AO3)

Rated: T

Relationship: Steve/Eddie

Tags: Magic AU; Thief Eddie; Guard Steve; Forbidden love; Jailbreak

Notes: Part of my Phantom Thief mini series (Previous part | Part 1)

The world is sound. The crackle of fire and the rush of wind and the thunder of crumbling stone.

The world is color. The brilliant kaleidoscope of the sunset, stars emerging from the purple and pink backdrop of the sky.

The world is touch. Hands in his hair and fingers on his face and warm breath tickling his skin as he is scooped into a pair of trembling arms.

It crashes into Steve’s senses all at once, overwhelming and terrifying after the eternal white and the never-ending silence of his prison. It's too much. It's too beautiful. It can’t be real.

He's going insane.

He's been waiting to go insane for so long.

Because if insanity is sound and color and touch and a name on his lips that he thought he'd never hear again, if this is all in his head, he never wants to leave.

“Yes, sweetheart, it's me,” The vision murmurs, cradling his face in both hands. The gesture is comforting and soothing, and Steve realizes he's been babbling the name on repeat, an endless loop of Eddie Eddie Eddie. “I'm sorry it took so long, but I'm getting you outta here.”

Steve laughs, high-pitched and hysterical.

“You're-” he starts to say. His voice cracks. When he licks his lips, they taste like saltwater. “You're not really here. I've lost my mind, I'm imagining things.”

“Don't think you are,” Eddie hums. He's covered in soot and bleeding from a hundred tiny cuts, but his smile is bright and brilliant as always. “Wouldn’t be able to do this if I wasn't real, would I?”

His lips taste like ashes and magic. The ground shakes underneath them, and something crashes. Steve thinks that if the world broke apart around them right now, he'd happily stay in this kiss forever.

“Don’t,” he pleads when Eddie pulls away. “Don't stop.”

Eddie smiles, full of that grim determination that makes Steve’s stomach flutter.

“I won't,” he says, and the constellations in the sky glint in those impossibly dark eyes of his. Another crash pierces the air, so loud that Steve can feel it in his bones. “I swear it, honey. I'll get you back down and to safety, where they can't ever find us. And then I'll never stop kissing you, for as long as we both live.”

The world below the floating island is basked in dusk. Steve can see the shadows of clouds moving over the land, the sparkling bands of rivers weaving between forests and hills and cities. The ocean and the curve of the earth, far in the distance. He didn't see it when they brought him here. The view was obstructed by the giant tornado that surrounded this place, ready to tear everyone who dared approach it to shreds.

There's no tornado now.

Just like there are no griffins guarding the arched entryway of the fortress, no manticores prowling at the jagged edge of the island.

“What did you do?” Steve breathes as they skid to a halt, inches from the abyss. Behind them, the pillars of the entryway crumble and collapse. “How did you-”

“You know how they stay in power?” Eddie asks. He's ducked behind another pillar to retrieve a bundle of fabric and string, hidden out of sight. “Your family and their friends?”

Steve blinks, floundering and disoriented by the question and the barrage of noise and colors. Eddie straightens up, strapping what looks like a giant backpack decked in wires and ropes to his back.

“Magic,” he declares, throwing his arms out in an all-encompassing gesture. “This place, their splendid city, their fucking underwater prison, they all run on magic. Beautiful, isn't it? If it weren't for one tiny problem.”

He pauses dramatically, like he's waiting for Steve to catch on. When he fails to do so, he throws back his head and cackles, dark curls whipping around him in a chaotic tangle.

“There’s not enough natural magic in the world to keep it all going. So what did they do, like the greedy little morons they are? They amplified it!”

He laughs again, like it’s the best fucking joke in the entire world, grabbing Steve by the shoulders and pulling him in for a big, noisy smack on the mouth.

“Amulets and talismans and trinkets, Stevie! Dozens of them, all in the hands of the high and mighty, used to magnify their power. But take them away, and it all goes poof!”

He throws his hands up in the air, miming an explosion, just in time for another thunderous boom to shake the island. The ground tilts, just a bit.

“Do you know where they kept the most powerful one?” Eddie asks. This time, he doesn't wait for a reply. “Right here, Stevie. What better place than the big-ass, impenetrable, fucking sky vault to keep their biggest treasure, huh? They didn't think anyone would ever be insane enough to try and breach it. And you know what? I wouldn't have. They could've kept it, for all I fucking care, but they do not-”

The ground trembles again, little fissures erupting from the rock under their feet like spiderwebs. Eddie pauses and swallows, and his eyes are like fire in the dusk.

“They do not get to keep you.”

His voice is pure, unbridled rage. Steve knows the feeling all too well. The powerless rage of knowing exactly where they have taken the man you love, and having to be patient. Having to wait for days and weeks and months until your plan finally falls into place, knowing all the while that every hour, every second in that wretched place is too much. The all-consuming want to tear through all the walls, all the chains, all the barriers they’ve put in place to keep you apart, to destroy all that might ever stand in your way again.

Understanding comes slowly, but when it does, it punches the breath from his lungs with a hoarse wheeze. He is dizzy and his stomach swoops, but he isn't sure if it is from what he just realized or from the island breaking apart under their feet.

“You destroyed it,” he whispers. “Eddie, you- … what did you do?”

Eddie doesn’t answer. Instead, he pulls Steve closer, slipping a leather-and-rope harness over his shoulders to tether them both together.

“This little baby is all mechanics,” he says, not looking up from his task. His face is nothing but grim concentration as he makes sure every buckle and every rope sits correctly. “I'd have been here sooner, but it took a while to put this together and make sure it would actually work, so-”

“What about your magic?” Steve blurts.

“Don't worry, it'll come back once the natural equilibrium is restored.” Eddie shrugs, walking them both to the ledge. “Some of it at least. I think.”

Steve gapes at him. Eddie looks up from where he's been securing the last of the straps, sees his dumbstruck face and smiles.

“Stevie,” he says. He's too beautiful to be real. Beautiful and wild and untamed like the wind ripping at their clothes, like the sky stretching all around them. If they jumped now, they'd fall straight into its stars and constellations and never ever touch ground again. “It doesn't matter. There's no treasure in the world I wouldn't give up for you.”

Steve opens his mouth to argue, but another tremor interrupts him. Large chunks of rock come loose from below their feet, tumbling into the depths.

“Do you trust me?” Eddie asks. Steve doesn’t even think about it. It's like asking if water is wet. Eddie sees him nod and beams, delighted and a little smug. “Then let's get outta here.”

He wraps an arm around Steve’s waist, claiming his lips again. And then, without breaking the kiss, he steps over the ledge and they plummet.

The wind rips Steve’s scream straight from his mouth. His guts twist and his limbs go light with terror, but Eddie laughs. He yanks on one of the ropes, and something unfurls from his backpack in a ripple of cloth and wire. It snaps open somewhere over their heads, and Steve’s stomach lurches, and then, suddenly, they're no longer falling.

They're gliding.

Above them stretches what looks like a giant sail, stitched together from dozens and dozens colorful scraps of fabric. It carries them like a bird's wings, taking them away from the crumpling island, away from walls and chains and barriers, away from all that kept them apart.

Eddie whoops into the night sky, loud and unrestrained. It takes Steve a second or two to recognize the voice that joins in as his own. His stomach is still light, like it's filled with a million beating wings, but he realizes that it's not from vertigo.

It's happiness.

The sheer, overwhelming exhilaration of knowing Eddie made it, that they're both free and together and never parting again. Of knowing this is real.

They soar through the clouds, with the constellations close enough to touch, the earth spanning far below them like something from a dream. And if they never touch ground again? Steve thinks he wouldn’t mind one tiny bit.

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katyawriteswhump · 16 days ago

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the freak in the penthouse: the end!

E-rated (for sexual content), accidental millionaire eddie/sex-worker steve. On tumblr: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3.1 Part 3.2 Part 4.1 Part 4.2 Part 5.1 Part 5.2 Part 6.1 Part 6.2 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 or search #thefreakinthepenthouse :) On AO3

Chapter 18: Epilogue (2/2) and Happily Ever After

They passed through the hotel lobby, grinning like lovestruck morons, lost in each other’s eyes.

Odd couple didn’t even faintly capture it. Eddie was, of course, wearing a thrash metal t-shirt and a bellhop hat, while Steve sported a thousand-dollar designer suit. If they got any judgmental looks, Eddie didn’t notice any more than he cared. To these high society jerks, he might look like a flat-broke stoner. Joke on them was that the credit card Eddie had slammed on the counter was well in the black.

Vecna’s Doom Quest II had been a blockbuster hit. While he’d paid all his early royalties back to Dustin, Suzie and their charitable trusts, he and Steve had plenty of cash left over for them to live a lifestyle that… wasn’t beyond their wildest dreams, actually. So far, and with the exception of the harrowing court cases, it’d been quiet and domestic and just kinda nice.

When they approached the revolving door, Steve reached out and squeezed Eddie’s hand. Steve was always super-vigilant, looking out for him, when they were out and about in crowded places. Occasionally, Eddie also worried they were getting too responsible and middle-aged before their time.

Or maybe not.

When they finally got back to their rented apartment, there were six messages on the answerphone:

“Dude, pick up!” Gareth whined, on the full-to-bursting tape. “Jeff’s van’s totally busted, so we’re gonna fly down and practice on your gear at the apartment. You better be ready, man.”

Ooookay. Quiet domesticity was about to be shattered.

Eddie had finally persuaded Corroded Coffin to get back together. While he army-crawled his way toward the challenge of performing live again, they’d recorded a demo and scattered-gunned it all over LA. Next week they’d gotten their first actual audition, with a lowkey Indie label.

Now, Eddie grimaced, while Steve made a beeline for the galley kitchen. While Eddie was pumped for the audition, he’d hoped they’d have a day or so more to themselves.

“Better order several crates of beer in,” muttered Steve, pausing to kick a stray drumstick out of his path. He dumped a paper bag of snaffled pastries from the hotel kitchen. “I got first dibs on the leftover cinnamon buns, before your crew eat us out of house and fucking home.”

“Look, I know you said you were fine with the band crashing here,” said Eddie, pursuing Steve across the barely visible linoleum, “you sure about that?”

“I do technically own a hotel for a few more hours.” Steve chugged back some Diet Coke then shrugged. “This place is already cluttered with your shit. I can rarely find middle C on my keyboard, so I don’t see what difference a few more sweaty bodies is gonna make, and… I get it, Eddie. If you guys wanna be real again, or whatever, capture the right vibes, you need to get back to those grass roots.”

As long as nobody smokes grass in my Babe’s apartment. Eddie wasn’t going to say that out loud, because Steve would bristle. Eddie would quietly enforce it anyway.

“Okay, feel free to change your mind,” he said. “They piss us off, I’m sure Robin can store them in your old linen closet, or something.”

Steve snickered, but genuinely seemed chill about it. In fact, his smirk segued into a grin, one hand snaking around to find that strategically placed rip in Eddie’s jeans—so yeah, basically groping Eddie’s butt-cheek. “We better make the most of our privacy, right?” he purred.

Eddie stalled only to plop back on the bellhop hat, which he’d still gotten clutched in one sweaty paw: “Your wish is my command.”

“Jesus, will you drop that shit?” Steve’s grip on Eddie’s ass tightened, and he smacked his lips to Eddie’s in an inarguably hungry kiss.

…

Steve couldn’t ever get enough of kissing Eddie. He couldn’t ever get enough of their life together.

Today, Eddie tasted of coffee and almond pastries and of… yeah, that uniquely awesome taste of Eddie. Kissing him set off the sappiest lyrics wailing in Steve’s ears. He was only sorry, as he backed Eddie out of the kitchen and toward the bedroom, that they’d not gotten Corroded Coffin’s ‘Fire Shroud’ demo blasting from the beatbox. Steve, basically, had Bryan Adams on a hell-loop: ‘You know it's truuuue, Everything I dooooo, I do it for yooooou!’

On the other hand, it was so good to have music as his happy place again.

Before, he’d hardly been able to endure songs he once loved. The feelings that they’d triggered, and the avalanche of memories, had been too overwhelming. Once he’d learned the truth about his parents, he’d been able to grieve at last. To finally move on, knowing they’d done their best to look out for him after all. It wasn’t their fault—nor his, really—that he’d been conned.

He even conceded that Extreme cover of ‘Love of my Life’ was passable. But only after he made Eddie sing the original Queen harmonies—as many as one guy could—while he was belting it out on his other new beloved, his Yamaha keyboard.

One matter between them remained slightly off-key, though.

Eddie was still hyper-conscious about how things had started out, how he’d hired Steve as a hooker. Steve was eternally telling him that he didn’t need to ‘make amends,’ that they’d rarely been out-of-kilter in the bedroom. Eddie still needed reassurance sometimes.

Which Steve was more than willing to give.

Now, when they broke for air, Steve wedged his fingers under the chin strap of the bellhop cap. He swung Eddie around with it before shoving him down flat on their entirely normal-sized double bed. Who needed Emperor-size when you sleep best entangled in each other? Eddie didn’t snore so bad since he quit, while Steve’s asthma was pretty much under control.

Though not as much as he had a demonically grinning Eddie completely under his control. He straddled Eddie’s torso, playfully pinning Eddie’s arms either side of his head.

“I can ask for anything, right?” Steve arched over Eddie, nibbling his lips down the curve of Eddie’s throat.

“Hell, yeeeeeah,” Eddie was saying, his voice pitching toward a squeak. Steve nuzzled his thrumming voice-box and undulated on top of him, bumping and grinding against his groin.

“Let’s start with getting rid of that dumb hat.” It was flung across the room in an instant. “Seeing as I’m gonna spend the next week being your groupie”—Steve paused to scrub his tongue up the shallow stubble on Eddie’s throat— “I want you to get totally metal on my ass. I mean, Jesus, Munson! It’s been a traumatic day. I’m not in the mood for heavy lifting.”

Then he slammed back down for another kiss, rolling and grappling and hugging and laughing, till Eddie rolled on top, pinning him instead.

“Fuuuuuck, Stevie!” Eddie now sucked Steve’s earlobe, nibbling the line of his jaw. Eddie’s hands slid down his arms, thumbing the super-sensitive arc of Steve’s elbow—Christ, when he was with Eddie, every part of his skin turned into an erogenous zone. They helped each other out of their shirts—not quite sending buttons flying nor seams ripping. Eddie really loved that Exodus t-shirt, which was limited edition and pretty much irreplaceable, while Steve had only sunk money into one premium-brand court day outfit.

“God, I love you so much,” whispered Eddie. “Have I ever told you how beautiful your body is?”

“Yeah. Every day. Never gets old… Shit, yeah… Lower… Gnng!” Eddie’s breaths blazed over Steve’s tightly sucked-in belly, while Steve gyrated up against him. Then Eddie hooked his fingers in Steve’s tailored waistband and peeled Steve’s pants down—a relief, because Steve’s erection was definitely straining plenty of stitches around there. He forgot that the instant he was freed, the pants tossed aside. Eddie took Steve’s dick in his mouth and pure liquid ecstasy overtook him.

Steve rested his head back on the feather-soft pillow, otherwise floating on thin air, all his awareness confined to the blowjob. Eddie suckled briefly, then licked his length, before seeking out that tender patch round the back of Steve’s dick that Eddie knew he loved. Like he loved when Eddie’s rough knuckles kneaded and toyed at the base of his balls. He loved how they knew each other’s desires so damn well.

“Yes, there… Christ!” Steve literally went cross-eyed with need. Nevertheless, while he knew Eddie would happily blow him and swallow every last drop of jizz, that wasn’t what Steve wanted right now:

“Hey, groupie wants his ass played with.”

“Demanding brat, aren’t you, groupie?”

Steve grinned, tightened his fist in Eddie’s hair. “Always.”

Steve rolled onto his belly, and luxuriated in Eddie’s skilled hands, playing him like a goddamn musical instrument. Okay, cliché alert, but who fucking cared? Eddie worked Steve open, slicked fingers strumming inside him, and Steve leaked precum everywhere. They’d need to change the sheets before the band arrived, or there was gonna be some real grungy stains around.

Steve, still squirming and simmering, peeped back to watch Eddie lubing his so-fucking-ready dick. Steve was in the mood for doggy, so he pushed himself up onto his forearms and knees, keening with relief when he felt Eddie’s cock nudge along his crack. His whole frame tautened to breaking point, tight springs coiling in the base of his dick and sacs. Then he unleashed a comfortable sigh and pressed backward, the same instant Eddie jerked his hips forward and breached him.

He kinda happy sobbed, eyes watering. Oh wow. That moment of total connection… that stretching, searing, almost-too-much yumminess.

“Yes… wow… so good,” he panted.

“Damn, you feel sweet, groupie,” cooed Eddie, an arm bracing Steve’s middle, kissing Steve’s nape. Steve’s shoulders loosened a little and he adjusted to the penetration.

“Not so bad yourself, rockstar.”

Steve snatched a tight breath then exhaled again, long and hard, his body softening toward a puddle of pleasure. Apart from his dick, which was obviously screamingly hard. Screw houses with swimming pools—as far as Steve was concerned, this was Eddie’s forever home. He twisted his head to nip Eddie’s ludicrously soft, lush lips with a wet kiss.

“Metal on my ass, right?”

“Whatever you desire, my Liege.”

Eddie began to move, and so did Steve. Despite what he’d said earlier, Steve found himself totally pepped for a workout. He thrust back against Eddie, setting the rhythm at that perfect pace—fast enough to set his teeth lightly rattling, but slow enough for the drag against his prostate to absolutely set him on fire. He was just reaching for his needy dick, when Eddie beat him to it, chivalrously pumping Steve to the rhythm of their lovemaking.

Steve grinned into the pillow and let the pleasure build and crash through him. They’d melded as one, like waves on the fucking sun-kissed seashore. As Eddie surged into him, Steve crashed back.

“Stevie,” sighed Eddie, voice wavering on pained. “Dammit… Fuck, fuck… how does this just keep getting better?”

“Fuuuuck!” wailed Steve, so not in the headspace for existential discussions. He was caught between wanting this to continue forever, and the sensations getting a touch too much. His climax built in those mad waves, then rushed upon him. As he started to come, Eddie did too, deep inside him, in a series of joyful, juddering thrusts.

…

They floated happily, tangled together, through their shared post-coital high.

Steve wound up dozing with his nose buried courageously close to Eddie’s sweaty armpit. Eddie, on the other hand, wasn’t quite in the mood for a nap. He stretched out and grabbed a music mag from a pile on the bedside cabinet, causing a minor avalanche.

He leafed through, until his attention zoned in on an advertisement that made his blood jump: “Yikes.”

“What?” Steve’s muffled voice resonated through Eddie’s chest.

“Check this out, Babe. The actual owners of Jimi Hendrix’s guitar are putting it up for auction.”

“Oh. Wow.” Steve’s chin dug into Eddie’s pec as he slid his face up to see what Eddie was on about, and Eddie helped by brushing his hair from his eyes. “Well, if you reckon it’s gonna help you in the audition, maybe you should—”

“Naaaah,” said Eddie, the word blending into an unbothered yawn. He chucked the magazine to the floor and curled both arms around Steve, cuddling him a little tighter. “It’s gonna be me and my two true sweethearts against the world from now on.”

“You can battle all you like with your beloved guitar, man. I’m looking forward to not having the world fight back for a change.” Steve sounded invigoratingly bitchy.

Eddie pressed a kiss to his hair. They curled up beneath the covers to enjoy being naked together… till the arrival of Corroded Coffin sent their lives spiralling off into a new kind of chaos, this time entirely of their own choosing.

The End

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Thank you for reading to the end and I really hope you enjoyed the fic. Likes, re-blogs, comments and follows are always very much appreciated and will help feed the bunnies for possible future fic, though I've a feeling this will be my last long fic, at least for now, though I do intend to finish all my WIPs, including 'power of love' over the next few weeks, if possible🐰💕🐰💕🐰💕🐰💕

On tumblr: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3.1 Part 3.2 Part 4.1 Part 4.2 Part 5.1 Part 5.2 Part 6.1 Part 6.2 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 or search #thefreakinthepenthouse :)

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rereisstuff · 2 years ago

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could you write something with haechan upset because you called him by other nct dream member name plss i can imagine him being soooo dramatic 🥴 (n im sorry for my english 😭

BITTERSWEET !

summary: i just love you both, with my entire heart and i just want you both to simply shut up.

pairing: idol!reader x idol!haechan.

warning?: OH FUCK YEAH MY SECOND REQUEST LADS AND GENTS I HOPE IT WAS WHAT YOU EXPECTED AND DON’T WORRY MY ENGLISH IS BAD TOO CAUSE I’M NOT A NATIVE SPEAKER SO YEAH DON’T WORRY💋💋

Jeno brought a full package of water bottles to your MC countdown waiting room under order of their manager.

as now you were chatting with your band, there was this girl of your band almost crying for Jeno’s existence (just like me fr) making all the staff and members laugh.

“…and you saw his arms when he put the package on the table to start to give each one of us a bottle? oh god he is so gentleman like and so strong and so handsome” your bandmate keep gossiping literally you’ve heard Jeno’s name twenty times in least than a minute (again, just like me).

the door was knocked again and your bandmate squeaked happily “i hope it’s something heavier” she whispered as she walked to the door while fixing her hair.

from your place you couldn’t see the door so as your bandmate thanked to allegedly Jeno you thought of thanking him as well “thanks Jeno-yah!” you yelled.

“and why would that man bring you flowers?!” Haechan almost tackled your bandmate to grab again the flowers he just gave her to deliver to you.

soon you had Haechan slightly pushing your make up artist with his elbow, with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

“hyuckie” you smiled lifting your head to pucker up your lips, expecting a smooch but he was just standing there, with a hand in his hip while looking at you expectantly.

“and i asked why would that man would be bringing you flowers” he kept asking.

“we were talking about him so the name got caught in my mind, also he came earlier so i thought it was him”

he sat on your lap, leaving the flowers aside “you’re thinking about other men while yours is here?” he fake cried while leaning on your shoulders.

you laughed while hugging his waist making him smile “i’m not thinking about him!”.

“anyways, he isn’t as cute as me” you smiled in love at his aegyo while your members did gagging sounds expressing their disgust.

“you are a scary child” you patted his back, telling him indirectly to go down your lap so he did in between complaints.

“you wouldn’t say that about Jeno right?” he fake sobbed as he hugged your legs with both legs and arms, sitting on the floor next to your chair.

you couldn’t help to laugh about how dramatic he was being “what do i have to do for my baby to stop being annoying?” you said as you caressed his hair as he had his cheek splattered on your knee.

“you haven’t thanked me as you were thanking that man” he said with fake anger, everyone was cringing so bad but you couldn’t let your boyfriend down.

“thank you for being born and placed in my life Lee Donghyuck (me when haechan)” you sarcastically said and as soon as you did he got up.

Haechan put the flowers in your lap and after a long kiss that surprised you, he made his way to the door.

“i love you cute pie!” he yelled while blowing kisses to you making you smile widely.

“i love you too babycakes!”

“ew girl!” you heard Mark near.

#idol au #kpop idol #nct imagines #nct fanfic #nct x reader #haechan

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fandomnsfw · 1 year ago

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Bad Liar - Remus Lupin x EnglishTeacher!Reader

Pairing: Remus Lupin x EnglishTeacher!Reader

Prompt: bet u wanna by Sabrina Carpenter. Bad Liar by Selena Gomez

Warnings: Smut! D/s undertones, praise kink, sub space, aftercare, abusive relationships(not Moony).

no beta!

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You stood on the stage instantly relaxing, all anxiety gone as you lost yourself in the music. You’d finally finished your new song and you couldn’t be happier with it. Most people write songs about experience you didn’t have many of those so you wrote about story’s. You preferred to think of yourself as a story teller rather than a singer. Which as an English teacher felt more fitting. As you got to the chorus the room grew even more silent making you smile. Your hands caressing up the mic stand until you grabbed the microphone head.

‘Didn't think about it when you let me down. Hurts to see me out of your reach, Bet you wanna touch me now. It's cold out there, Let me know what you found. Bet you wanna love me now. Bet you wanna love me now.’

When you finished the song you stepped back and gave a short awkward nod before deciding to take a break before the next song. A few regulars stopped you to tell you how much they liked your new song making you grin excitedly.

“Nice to see you again love.” Rosmerta exclaimed as she brought you into a hug.

“I can only do two more songs before Greg gets here.” You whispered to her making her eyes narrow.

“That man is no good for you.” She whispered softly making tears prick your eyes.

“I-I know but I have no where else to go Rosie. A-And he loves me.” You muttered sadly making her shake her head.

“Hi. I really liked your song.” Someone said behind you making you spin around in shock before your eyes widened.

“Holy fudge balls. Y-You’re Remus Lupin.” You squeaked said you stared up at the rather tall but excessively handsome man.

“And you are?” He asked sweetly with a grin on his face.

“Y-Y/N Y/L/N. It’s such an honour to meet you. I read your novel obviously I know you’re in a band, your musics awesome but I’m a big reader. English teacher. And I am rambling…feel free to save me from my fangirling.” You rambled with flushed cheeks.

“Oh, not many people even know I wrote a book. I didn’t think it was that popular.” He chuckled with his own flushed cheeks.

“I loved it! It’s so underrated.” You chuckled before Rosmerta approached telling you to get your last two songs in.

“Sorry. It was really nice talking to you.” You chuckled as you started for the stage.

After you finished two more songs you stepped off stage just in time to see Greg walk in with his usual scowl. You were about to walk up to him when a young woman slid up to you. She was bouncing in her spotted like an excitable puppy making you smile a little.

“Hi! I’m a singer and I think the company I work for would LOVE your work! Have you thought about singing full time?” She exclaimed happily making your smile brighten even more.

“Yeah I’ve heard your songs! You’re also dating Sirius from The Marauders right?” You asked sweetly just as Greg approached.

“Come on let’s go.” Greg demanded grabbing your hand.

“G-Greg I was talking to someone.” You stuttered fearfully as he turned to look at the woman.

“Thank you for the offer but I enjoy teaching English. It’s very flattering you like my songs though.” You chuckled awkwardly making Greg narrow his eyes at you.

“This is my number. If you ever change your mind let me know…but also I just moved here so feel free to call anyway.” She chuckled softly making you smile shyly.

Once she’s done speaking Greg said nothing as he dragged you out the pub walking a few minutes to your shared house. He didn’t say anything as he sat down on the couch. You instantly began making his tea, which you’d thankfully prepped before your gig this evening. You slid the lasagna in the oven before grabbing a beer and walking into the front room.

“What the fuck was that at the pub?” He asked in a eerily calm way that had fear rippling through you. How much more emotional abuse could I take before it consumed me?

“You were being rude…she’s a famous singer and she offered me a place at her company. She liked my songs.” You tried calmly but his eyes narrowed instantly.

“That’s a hobby not a job. We’ve talked about this. Your songs are mediocre at best. Plus you need to be here, food won’t cook itself and one day when your finally pregnant we’ll have kids that need caring for.” He drawled a hint of anger in his tone.

“Speaking of. Did you see the doctor about getting those tests done. I mean we’ve been trying for 2 years! There’s got to be something wrong with you as a woman if you can’t even get pregnant.” He growled as he sipped his beer, tears sparked in your eyes at his harsh words but you buried it. There was nothing wrong with you or the secret contraception you had planted in your arm.

You refused to bring a child into this world to be fathered by a man like him. No child deserves that. You bit your tongue to contain your anger something you’d done for years now.

“Get me another beer.” He demanded as he downed the last of his bottle.

“Would it kill you to use manners. The kids in my class know better and their a bunch of hormonal teenage boys who say things like ‘innit’ and ‘mush’.” You snapped, instant regret seeped into your bones as his face dropped.

You assumed you’d get a verbal lashing as you always did, however when he stood up and slapped you straight around the face you were shocked. The slap was so hard it had knocked you straight to the floor. You looked up at him to see no remorse, you scurried to your feet and ran. He instantly ran after you as you barricaded yourself in the bedroom, locking the door as you pulled out your phone.

Who do I call? Police? I have no friends or family. Would the police even do anything when he was on the force? Fuck, I don’t even have any numbers in my phone!

You picked up your phone about to Google The Three Broomsticks number when the internet cut off. Fear was all you could feel when you remembered the card that singer has given you not half an hour ago. You picked the card out your cardigan pocket and dialled the number.

“Hello?” A voice muttered sweetly over the phone.

“I-It’s Y/N from the pub? I-I know you don’t know me but c-can you send me the number for the pub? P-Please?” You pleaded tearfully.

“Hey…it’s okay. Tell me what happened darling I’m still at the pub now.” She asked in concern making your tears start falling.

Suddenly Greg was slamming against the door trying to barge in. Your body was shaking as you tried to calm yourself down enough to talk.

“OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR YOU STUPID GOOD FOR NOTHING BITCH!” He screamed as his fist pound against the door.

“Is that your fella? Did he hurt you honey?” She asked softly making you whimper.

“He slapped me but…I think he’s gonna do more if I open this door! I-I’m scared.” You cried making her sigh softly.

“Send me your address I’m coming to get you.” She stated calmly as you grabbed a bag and started packing.

She hung up as you sent the address, you might not know her but you’d rather leave with a stranger than be in a house with someone who hit you. You should’ve seen this coming. It always started with the emotional abuse.

Greg was still beating on the door when you heard a crashing sound downstairs that had his abuse on the door ceasing.

“Who the fuck are you? You can’t just barge in here.” Greg shouted from outside the bedroom door.

“Get the fuck out my way you fucking cunt.” A female voice snapped making you straighten up.

“The fuck did you ju—

“If you lay a hand on my woman I will fucking kill you!” A male voice screamed making your eyes widen.

“Y/N lovey it’s me. Come out he won’t touch you.” She muttered outside the door. You reached for the set of draws, moving them out the way before unlocking the latch on the door.

“You got everything you need sweetie?” A man you recognised as Sirius asked.

You looked around the room before pointing to the two duffel bags on the end of the bed that you’d stuffed all your clothes and anything precious into. He nodded softly as he picked up one bag as you grabbed the other with a struggle.

“You can’t just come in here and take my fucking woman!” Greg screamed as he began following after you but Sirius was behind you and his girlfriend in front blocking Greg off from you.

“Y/N do you want to stay?” Sirius asked as they got to the bottom of the step.

“N-No.” You stuttered fearfully as you avoided looking at Greg.

“You fucking bit—

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Someone else snapped behind you making you spin around to see Remus Lupin stood there.

“Oh is that it? Ey, you’ve been whoring around? I hope you at least used protection! Wouldn’t want you to come back pregnant via someone else spawn! Then again we’ve already established you’re a pathetic excuse of a woman that can’t even get pregnant. Haven’t we love?” He snarled as he stepped towards you.

“I have a contraceptive implant in my arm! Because what idiot would want to bare your child! I feel sorry for anyone who ever does! But it won’t be me!” You screamed clearly shocking everyone including yourself.

“I’ll kill you.” He growled making your eyes widen in fear.

“Thanks for that lovely confession.” Sirius snorted as he held up his phone showing the recording had been going from the second he walked into your—his house.

“Y-You…” He started but instantly dropped it.

“Get her out my house. I don’t ever wanna see you again.” Greg snarled viciously as he stormed off towards the kitchen where the faint smell of burnt lasagne was coming from.

“Th-Thank you.” You whispered as you picked up the bag you’d dropped to the floor. However Remus reached over and picked it up for you.

“Come on. Rosie has set up a room for you.” Remus whispered sweetly making you smile shyly.

You nodded as you follow them towards what looked to be Rosie’s car they’d clearly took for your sake. You got into the back as Sirius got in the driver's side with his girlfriend in the passenger seat. Remus slid into the back with you after loading up the bags.

“You don’t have to answer but has he ever...” Remus asked gently making you sigh.

“N-No it’s always just been verbal…but I feel like in the years it’s happened I built a shell that blocks out his words. Today I ‘sassed’ him because he didn’t say please. I told him the kids in my class had better manners. After he slapped me, I thought I’d see some remorse or regret but there wasn’t any…he looked at me like that slap was just the start of it, so I ran.” You explained quietly making his frown deepen.

“I know it doesn’t mean much as we’ve only just met but...I’m proud you got yourself out.” Remus whispered sweetly making your face break out into a grin.

“Thank you.” You chuckled awkwardly.

*************

“Y/N check this out!” You heard a shout from upstairs making you put down the rolling pin in your hand.

“Just roll this out for me Pete then there pretty much done.” You muttered sweetly as you squeezed past Remus giving him a cheeky grin before running upstairs.

“Lemonade here made a new song.” Cherry snickered making you raise a brow. When she started playing you listened to about 10 seconds of the song before bursting out laughing.

“I’ve told you guys not to call me that.” Lemonade huffed as her boyfriend walked in doing a stupid dance when he heard the song.

“See your best songs are about our sex life pup.” Sirius snickered as he pulled his girlfriend into a sultry dance.

“Brilliant! I love it.” You laughed as pulled out a CD with a wink.

“Here’s my newest addition.” You added as you wiggled your brows.

“Gimmie!” Lemonade squeaked as she threw hers out without much care.

When the song came on her eyes widened as she let her body sway to the beat as you pulled her into your arms as you began dancing with her with a grin on your face. She threw her head back laughing as she listened to the song with a proud grin on her face.

“I have officially made another pop princess.” Lemonade shouted happily.

Lemonade looked so proud you couldn’t help the wide grin on your face as you bumped your hip against hers. In the last few months you’d become the best of friends with her. It mostly started about a month after they’d rescued you.

****

You walked downstairs to the pub when you’d heard loud music, deciding to take a break from grading to see who was playing. You slipped on a cardigan over your shorter cottagecore style dress. Something you indulged in after you left Greg. When you were together you weren’t allowed short dresses or anything with too much skin.

Granted you weren’t one for such things anyway but when you’d seen this dress online a you’d decided to be a little impulsive for once.

When you got downstairs you saw the Marauders playing with Sirius’ girlfriend playing lead singer. You smiled at the look of pure adoration on Sirius’ face as he played his guitar, staring at his girlfriend.

James was no where to be seen though making you look around until you spotted him with the barmaid that you spoke to occasionally. You wandered over to the pair with a grin, they looked up with matching expressions.

“Y/N! It’s so nice to see you! How have things been?” James asked politely making you roll your eyes playfully.

“I saw you last week James.” You huffed sarcastically something you’d recently picked up. After years of verbal lashing you’d learned to bury your true self to become the meek English teacher and perfect girlfriend to him.

“Well Cherry over here won’t update me on your well being and as your self appointed brother I was concerned.” James drawled sarcastically making you laugh.

“I’m assuming Cherry is a nickname?” You laughed making him wiggle his brows.

Just then the music died down and Sirius’ girlfriend ran over so fast she crashed straight in the bar knocking it enough to cause an avalanche of Lemons to roll off the bar making Cherry face palm.

“Woah calm down you almost became the newest brand of lemonade!” Cherry sighed with a laugh.

“I shall call her Lemonade and she shall be mine and she shall be my Lemonade!” You joked patting her on the head.

Everyone has burst out laughing making her flush bright red.

****

It’s strange to think such a simple interaction had made such an amazing bond but at that time it was what you needed, a friend. Since then you’d healed a lot more, you’d even recently been thinking about dating. Although that thought only seemed to occur around Remus which you’d tried to pat down.

“Soooo is this the only new song because I swore when I was scrolling through the studios hard drive I saw a sneaky peak of a song called Bad Liar!” Lemonade exclaimed dramatically making your eye widen.

“I locked that folder…so what you mean is you broke into my locked folder on the hard drive?” You snorted with an eye roll.

“I didn’t listen to it.” She pouted making you laugh.

“It was just something random. It’s no good.” You answered calmly. I’m a big fat liar. That song is the only song I’ve ever modelled after an experience.

“Can I listen anyway?” She asked sweetly making you glance around the room at everyone else.

“Maybe when we’re alone later Lemonade..” You muttered with flushed cheeks.

“Clear out bitches! I’m too curious to wait.” Lemonade shouted making your eyes widen.

Everyone snickered as they left the studio before closing the soundproof door behind them. You glared at your best friend who instantly opened the folder on the computer and began typing the password to your folder in. She opened the song and closed her eyes as she took in the music.

‘I was walking down the street the other day Tryna distract myself But then I see your face Oh wait, that's someone else Oh oh, tryna play it coy Tryna make it disappear But just like the battle of Troy There's nothing subtle here, oh oh In my room there's a king size space Bigger than it used to be If you want you can rent that place Call me an amenity, oh oh Even if it's in my dreams, oh.’

“This is good was it dream based or book based?” She asked over the music making you flush.

“E-Ermm book!” You tried to sound sure but when she narrowed her eyes at you you knew you’d done a terrible job.

“Oh my god! Is…is this your first feelings based song?” She asked with wide eyes.

“That…is this about a guy?” She squealed as she began bouncing on her chair like an excitable puppy making you groan.

“You’re not gonna let this go are you?” You sighed with another eye roll.

“Nope.” She answered happily.

“Yes it’s about a guy. No I won’t tell you who, no I won’t be dating him and NO I will not be playing this song in public.” You told her sternly making her grin grow in size.

“Fine but I’ll figure it out.” She taunted making you laugh.

“Mhmm sure.” You laughed as you turned off the computer and began dragging her downstairs where the other were sat drinking and laughing.

“I put the pizza in the oven it should only be a few more minutes.” Peter said shyly making you smile softly.

“Thanks Pete.” You chuckled, truffling his hair affectionately before making your way to Lemonades kitchen.

You poured yourself a glass of wine before leaning against the kitchen side, your eyes closing as you just let yourself have a minute. You might love having friends and places to go to if anything ever happened but sometimes the loudness and excitable behaviour got too much. You weren’t quite used to it yet.

“You okay?” A familiar voice asked making you startle, your eyes opening in slight alarm before realising it was Remus.

“Yeah I’m not used to it yet…The noise.” You explained softly.

“I’ve been around it for more than half my life and I’m still not used to it.” He laughed making you giggle.

“Summer holidays start soon right?” He asked sweetly.

“Yeah just one more week. The year 11’s have already left obviously but the younger years are basically gonna spend the next week getting homework for the holidays and watching films.” You chuckled before sipping your wine.

“You filled Ms McGonagall’s position right?” He asked with a small smile.

“Yeah. She’s the one who hired me. Her exact words were ‘I’m not leaving my kids to some stuffy bastard.’” You snickered making him laugh.

“She was the one who encouraged me to write my book. I love music and the band but I also love writing. I didn’t think I could do both. She told me that I could do whatever I wanted. Said it would be hard work but if I wanted it enough I’d make it work.” He stated calmly with a small smile on his lips.

“Good advice. So James has got Cherry, Sirius has got Lemonade. Are you or Pete not seeing anyone?” You asked curiously, throwing in Peters name to distract from the fact you only cared about of he was dating.

“Pete hasn’t had a girlfriend since school. He’s a bit shy in front of lasses and a lot of women nowadays don’t have the patience for it. As for me I haven’t dated in a while. I’ve been writing another book and between that and the band most woman don’t want to share the attention with my work or hobbies.” He chuckled dryly making you frown.

“Well women can be stupid.” You snorted before continuing.

“Peter’s a great guy and I’m sure he’ll fine someone who is exactly what he needs. As for you Mr Lupin, if women don’t want to share you with your passions their not worth it. You’re kind, mature, creative and handsome. Someone will snatch you up eventually.” You giggled before turning to take the giant square pizza out the oven that had 8 sections with different toppings on it.

“What about you? A-Are you seeing anyone?” You instantly noticed the stutter in his voice and looked up to see flushed cheeks. I might be a bit rusty with dating and men but to me that seemed…interested?

“No. I’ve been thinking about it but Hogsmeade is a small village. Most men are either under 20 or over 50. The ones our age either moved away or got married.” You laughed making his brows furrow. Is he upset?

You used the pizza cutter to slice the pizza into many slices before popping them on a giant wooden chopping board and carrying it to the front room, Remus following behind you quietly. You all sat down drinking and eating as everyone made jokes and casual conversation. You lived for these nights, it made the past few years with him worth it.

******

Once the pizza was finished and drinks had multiplied everyone was buzzed and lounging happily. You were curled up on the couch between Peter and Remus as the couples occupied the two single seater lounge chairs. Your cheeks were flushed from the alcohol and your tongue loosening enough to make your sarcasm amplify.

“Oh yeah there’s a rapper I work with and he recently saw a picture of you on my Insta and asked if you were single.” Lemonade muttered drunkly.

“I’d sooner date Dumbledore than a rapper.” You snorted making everyone laugh.

“He’s really sweet.” Lemonade argued making you roll your eyes.

“Which rapper?” You drawled.

“Prewett.” She answered with a grin.

“Hmm cute…still a no.” You snarled making Remus snicker next to you.

“So sweet ginger rappers aren’t your thing. Neither is the song writer I showed you or the photographer I wanted to introduce to you. Who the hell is your type?” Lemonade huffed with a pout on her face.

“That’s a secret!” You exclaimed loudly.

“Okay here’s an easy question. There’s several blokes in this room! All very different which one is more like your ideal type?” She asked cautiously.

“I was gonna say Sirius just to wind you up but that would be a lie.” You snickered making everyone laugh.

“What about Pete?” She asked making the poor lad turn bright red.

“We’re both too shy! Pete needs someone confident and open.” You huffed with an eye roll.

“Okay Remus then!” She tried and suddenly your face went bright red as you opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out.

“Th-That—You can’t jus—

“Oh my god!” She shouted loudly making everyone jump.

“Wait I wanna know too!” Remus slurred making your eyes widen.

“You guys are so nosey! Yes Remus is attractive okay? He’s the closest to my type!” You grumbled sassily.

“Holy shit! The song is—

“I was with a policeman for 7 years! I will literally murder you and get away with it!” You interrupted making her grin widen.

“What song?” James asked curiously.

“Never you mind deer boy!” You shouted making Cherry laugh.

“It was one time! Why did you lot even tell her about that?” James huffed grumpily. Then all of a sudden everyone was shouting over one another until Remus shouted louder than anyone.

“Stop trying to set her up with everyone!” Remus shouted making everyone stop.

“Moony you okay buddy?” Sirius asked suddenly feeling a little more sober.

He looked to you ignoring Sirius’ question making you smile softly. Jealousy. You let out a soft giggle nudging Remus’ arm with your shoulder smiling at him sweetly. You both seemed to get lost in each others eye for longer than necessary but finally you decided to take a leap of faith.

“Moony here is jealous you guys haven’t tried to set him up with me.” You giggled making Remus’ eyes widen.

“Ooooooh.” James and Sirius said in unison.

“So?” You huffed sassily at Remus.

“O-Oh! Okay! Would you like to go on a date tomorrow?” He asked with flushed cheeks.

“Sounds great. Pick me up at 7.” You giggled with your own flush cheeks.

“Okay.” He mumbled awkwardly but he had a subtle smirk on his lips that had you grinning.

“Awesome! Now get out my house so I can screw puppy into next week literally because it’s Sunday.” Sirius snickered making Lemonade grin happily.

***********

“Re-Remus…” You moaned breathlessly as your legs tightened around his waist, your back arching off the wall.

“Fuck..look at you. So needy for me aren’t you bunny?” He groaned as his cock lined up with your entrance.

Your dress bunched up at you hips as he held you up against the wall. Your heart pounding in your chest a you tried to wiggle closer her his hardened member making the tip slip inside you. You moaned happily as he growled against your breast that were hanging out over the top of your dress.

“Naughty girl.” He whispered against your nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

“Mmm fuck me please. Need you!” You begged shamelessly making him smirk.

“Aww is my perfect little bunny desperate?” He teased before thrusting into you slowly.

“Don’t worry darling…I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.” Remus moaned huskily as he lifted pinned you to the wall and began pounding into you again and again.

“O-Oh! Fuck yes Moony!” You cried out as you clung to him tightly. You didn’t usually call him that much let alone in the bedroom. But the second it left you mouth Remus went feral, his thrust gaining speed and depth as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten.

“That’s it bunny…Cum for Moony.” He growled as his hands gripped your ass roughly pounding into you mercilessly.

“Ah…a-ahh Moony!” You screamed as you came, your orgasm making your eyes roll back as your body shook around him.

“Fu—Shit! Y/N!” Remus cried out as he came inside you, panting against your breast, kissing them occasionally as you both came down.

Without separating you he walked to the bedroom and lowered you down to the bed his cock still inside you. You moaned a little as he pulled out but before you could get up Remus pinned your hips down and began spreading your legs.

“Wanna hear you screaming Moony again bunny.” He groaned as he ran his finger through your folds.

“Mmm look so good with my cum leaking out of you.” He added as he thrust two fingers into your cum filled pussy.

“Love it when you cum inside me Moony. Fill me up so good..” You slurred as he bent down to lick your clit.

“Is that right bunny? Wanna be filled up with my cum?” He groaned before sucking on your clit, his fingers gently massaging your g-spot.

“Y-Yes!” You cried out as you bucked against his hold.

“Want Moony to breed your pretty little pussy?” He growled making your eyes roll back again.

“Y-Yes fuck! M’cumming.” You whimpered as your legs shook.

“Good girl bunny.” He praised as he coaxed you through it.

“Come on darling. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He took out his fingers and sat up.

You sat up and immediately took his cum covered fingers into your mouth. Both your cum mixing together had you moaning around his fingers.

“Taste good bunny?” He chuckled as you released his fingers.

“Yes Moony.” You whispered sweetly making him groan.

He was on you instantly, his cock shoving straight back into your sopping wet cum covered pussy. Your back arched off the bed with a high pitched moan ringing out as he fucked you. Remus was the opposite of Greg in every way. Greg was controlling in everything except the bedroom, where he was just lazy and selfish. You’d been together for years but it that time you could count on one hand how many he’d made you cum.

Remus had surpassed that in one weekend together. Now a few weeks into the relationship you could honestly say you’d never been as satisfied and happy.

You felt yourself slipping into a dazed state something that had never happened. Your brain might have actually turned to mush as his thrusting got harder and deeper. Your eyes were half lid, your lips parted with constant moans and whines of pleasure.

“Cum for me bunny.” He whispered into your ear and you did. You toes curling, your legs starting to cramp as you once again came.

You weren’t sure what happened but you were in your own world. You knew the world was still there but for some reason you couldn’t focus. Until you heard Remus’ sweet voice coaxing you out of your current hazy view of the world.

“Hey bunny…you did so good for me. Can you try and tap my arm to answer some questions? Once for yes twice for no?” He whispered sweetly. You tapped his arm once letting him know you would making him smile down at you.

“Good girl. Do you feel floaty bunny?” Tap.

“We need to get you washed up and to the toilet. I’m gonna carry you is that okay darling?” He asked softly. Tap.

He picked you up your head lolling against his chest as he sat you on the toilet. He turned around to grab a cloth, wetting it with hot water and letting it cool down. He turned around and helped you stand up, leaning you over the counter to wipe up any left over cum.

“You were so good for me bunny. Make Moony so happy.” He whispered as he helped you to stand up and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I’m gonna call the guys and tell them we’ll skip tonight.” He whispered gently.

“N-No I can go.” You argued, your voice croaking slightly as you looked up at him.

“Bunny…” He sighed softly making you pout.

“Wanna see Lemonade.” You whimpered with tears in your eyes.

“Okay okay bunny. But you don’t leave Moonys side. And no drinking tonight. You’re in subspace and I don’t want you to drop darling.” He explained to you slowly. You nodded your head and started stripping to change into something else.

“Can I borrow a cardigan Moony.” You asked sweetly, your lashes fluttering innocently.

“Of course bunny.” He chuckled as he helped you out on a fresh dress with one of his way to large cardigans.

***********

“You two are late!” Lemonade shouted as you both entered the pub. You were less floaty after taking a slow walk to the pub but you still felt clingy and more shy than usual.

“Sorry. We weren’t going to come but Bunny wanted to see Lemonade.” Remus answered as he sat you on his lap.

“Bunny?” Sirius snickered making you pout.

“Ignore him darling.” Remus whispered as you nuzzled into him neck.

“What’s wro—is she in subspace?” Lemonade squeaked as she gaped at you.

“You brought her to the pub in subspace?” Sirius hissed as he shook his head.

“She wanted to and I’ve never seen her in subspace I didn’t know how she’d react to me telling her no.” Remus huffed.

“Hey Y/N want me to order you something to eat?” Lemonade asked gently.

“Yes please Lemonade.” You answered quietly making her lip fork a smile.

“So cute.” She giggled before running off to get you some food.

Just then music began playing making you wince a little as you looked up to see The Valkyries on stage. Except their lead singer wasn’t Marlene like it usually was. You tilted you head in confusion before looking at Remus.

“I’m assuming Marl’s throat isn’t going to get better then?” You asked a little more with it than before.

“Yeah she needs surgery and she doesn’t want the band to suffer so they hired a new singer. Tonight’s her first night performing live.” He answered as Lemonade ran back with a basket of nachos with all your favourite toppings and cheese sauce.

“Thank you.” You giggled as you dug into your food. Every bite clearing you mind more as Remus, stroked your hair and kissed your cheeks, whispering about how good you were.

“So since these two have nicknames I eel it’s about time you have one!” Sirius exclaimed making you scrunch your nose.

“Another fruit related one?” James grinned making you glare at the pair.

You stood up from Remus’ lap, deciding to finally go to the bar yourself. Lemonade stood up but you waved her off with a playful eye roll before turning to James.

“I don’t need a terrible nickname from the likes of—

Just as you said that someone ran into you spilling a vanilla shake all over your dress, thankfully missing Remus’ cardigan.

“I am so sorry!” The woman cried out as she looked at you in concern.

“Vanilla it is.” Sirius snickered as you turned to him with the deadliest glare you could muster.

“It’s fine. Accidents happen.” You replied as you turned to the lady.

Remus took off his jumper leaving him in a plain white T-shirt as he traded you for the cardigan. You stormed off to the bathroom grumbling to yourself as you went. When you’d changed into the giant cream jumper that fell to mid thigh you burst of laughing. This was living.

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Star Child 16

And it’s done. Holy freaking shit, guys. I can’t believe it. It’s done. Thank you so much to everyone who commented, reblogged and liked this story. I’m so happy for the response it’s gotten and I will personally miss this little story.

Steve gets his happily ever after

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

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Steve and Luke were in the studio within days of their meeting and it took everything in Steve’s power not to giggle uncontrollably every time they agreed on something.

Soon they managed to hash out a really great song that Steve would feature on but it would be The Struts playing. Hell, even though it would be a non-album single Steve was still over the moon.

Suddenly Steve was in a room with all of the members of the band and he had to squeal into a pillow after they left. Because holy shit, this was his life now.

He was also grateful the distraction it supplied. He missed Eddie. Like a gaping wound, but this allowed him to concentrate on something other then the overwhelming loneliness he felt.

It took them three weeks to get the song recorded and they talked about when it should be released. Steve of course wanted to release it now, but cooler heads prevailed and it would be released in a couple of months toward the end of summer.

It would give the buzz around Steve’s coming out time to die down and give Steve more time to record his own songs and release one of the solo songs first. So that fans got a taste of Steve’s style without someone else.

It made sense. But Steve was still a little bummed that it wouldn’t come out for a while.

The final night of recording Steve went out with The Struts and had a good time. With invitations for Steve to hang out with them in London if he was ever in town.

Steve was practically vibrating out of his skin.

“Can you please breathe?” Robin asked as she applied eyeliner to her eyes. “What I’m doing over here is dangerous and I swear you’re going to start bouncing around the room.”

Steve ran his fingers through his hair again and sat down hard on the bed. He flopped backwards, arms out spread. “I get to see Eddie for the first time in five weeks and time is deliberately standing still.”

She tsked at him and finished her makeup. She went over to the bed and kicked his foot.

He sat up and looked her up and down. She was wearing a blue button up with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows with a plaid vest and matching tie. She wore baggy slacks over sexy heels and her hair and makeup were artfully messy.

Steve raised an eyebrow. “Looking good, Robs. Chrissy is going to faint.”

Robin giggled. “I hope not, I don’t think I would be able to catch her in these heels.”

Steve cocked his head and then nodded. “Fair enough.”

She reached over and played with a strand of his hair. “I still can’t believe Eddie gave you the go ahead to chop off it all off.”

He laughed. “I didn’t chop it all off. I just shaved the sides. It’s just as long as it’s always been on top. Add some fun blond highlights, and I think it looks great.”

Robin smiled. “And it does, honest. I just would have thought that Eddie would have put up more of a fight over it, considering how long his hair is.”

“Now that is a no go,” Steve said firmly. “He’s not allowed to have it shorter than his shoulders. He pulled his hair back once so that he could write with it wet and he looked like a completely different person, Robs. It was freaky.”

Robin laughed. “Whereas you look hot regardless of length?”

“Exactly!” he said with a big grin. “Now help me decide what to wear. I don’t want to go full metal, my fans might murder me.”

Robin winced. As referenced by the social media meltdown when he showed up in videos from the Salt Lake City concert. There was so much hate about him selling out (which, you know weird flex considering it’s usually selling out was in the opposite direction), and how he was clearly trying to get into Eddie’s pants. It was brutal.

In fact the Corroded Coffin fans seemed to be more welcoming and friendly. Telling him how awesome it was that he came out and that he could be himself. But then as Steve was slowly learning, metal fans tended to only looked mean.

So he decided to combine his former look with his boyfriend’s metal style. He wore a black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off with chunky bracelets on his wrists. But instead of tight black jeans and combat boots, Steve wore baggy white trousers and black sneakers. Combined with his new hair style and Eddie’s lucky guitar pick hanging from his neck, he felt confident in his look for the first time since he started performing.

Robin eyed him critically, circling him, like a shark scenting blood in the water.

“Good job!” she said with a thumbs up.

Steve laughed. “Did I pass the Robin test?”

“It looks good,” she said. “And if they give you hell, point them my direction.”

Steve nodded. He bounced up and down on his toes. Syking himself up. He waved his arms and wrists, trying to loosen up tense muscles. He began his breathing exercises and then his vocal warm ups.

“You ready for this?” Robin asked.

Steve nodded. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Go get him, tiger!”

Eddie loved performing in front of massive crowds. He couldn’t get enough it. He loved the energy and high he got from the screaming mases. And there was only one thing he loved more than the fans, more than his own band even.

Steve Harrington.

“It’s our last concert and you know we like to go out big,” Eddie said into the microphone. “When we started this tour, we thought it was going to be like any other. Play to sellout crowds, whether that was bars or stadiums. Have fun with my best friends doing what we love.”

The crowd roared, cheering and stomping their feet.

“But as awesome as the highs were,” Eddie continued. “I feel we have to acknowledge the lows. That club with the horrible management and our getaway to the park so we could still play.”

The crowd booed.

“They sucked!” Gareth growled into his microphone.

The crowd cheered back.

“The rain in Seattle.”

The crowd stomped their feet.

“What’s a little soaking between friends, anyway?” Jeff asked.

The crowd roared.

“The fiasco in Austin and beyond!” Eddie said.

The crowd got angry as chant was taken up, “Fuck Creel!”

“That’s right!” Brian screamed. “Fuck Creel!”

“But we made it through,” Eddie finished, “because we have the best fans in the world!”

If the crowd had roared before, it was nothing to deafening thunder that came reply.

“So as thank you, we’ve got a little treat for you all,” Eddie said over the howl of the crowd. “Steve Harrington!”

Who from what Eddie could see was waiting in the wings, liking like sex itself.

The crowd went absolutely feral. There were screams and whistles as Eddie smiled.

“We’re going to do a little song that brought me the best six weeks of my life,” Eddie explained.

Steve came out and waved. “Hello, LA!”

“Hello, Stevie!” the crowd shouted back.

“Come on,” Steve said with a giggle. “You can do better than that!”

“Hello, Stevie!” they roared back.

“You guys are the best!” Steve said.

The music started and the crowd howled.

Then Steve growled out the first line and it was absolute pandemonium.

But instead of being on the opposite ends of the stage like they were in Indy, they started in the middle and were practically all over each other. And then when it was time for the guitar solo, Eddie handed his guitar over to Steve and he let it rip. Just shredded away.

It got so quiet that the only sound was Steve playing like he was born to rock.

So when the solo ended and Steve handed the guitar back to Eddie, Eddie growled. “Steve Harrington, everyone!”

They finished out the rest of the song and then kissed.

“Hi, beautiful,” Eddie said once they had broken off the kiss.

“Hey-ya, Eds,” Steve murmured back with a smile on his face.

“Tell all the wonderful people about what’s been going on with you,” Eddie prompted.

Steve blushed. “After winning a large settlement from my record label I have set up a charity for young LGBTQ+ artists that if they find themselves in a situation like I was, they have someone to turn to. It will have lawyers, counselors, and resources for getting out of abusive homes with living arrangements and a small stipend to help them pay bills as they get back on their feet.”

The crowd cheered.

“There won’t be an exclusion of genres either,” Steve continued. “There is as much queerphobia in country and rap as there is in pop and rock. We want to be able to reach as many people as we can. And while it is mainly for youths, no one of any age will be turned away.”

Again the crowd cheered.

“I’ve also been in the studio writing and recording my new album,” Steve went on.

More cheering.

“And I’ve got a couple of surprises coming for you all,” he said. “Not the least of which is collaboration with these boys.”

The crowd ate it up, stomping and screaming.

“I said in Indy that my greatest dream was to perform with Corroded Coffin,” he continued. “And while crossing that off my bucket list was no small feat, the thought of making music with them, not just Eddie, who I absolutely am in love with, just blows my mind. But these are some of the best in the business and making friends with them and being able to write and perform as song with them? Beyond my wildest imagination.”

“Flattery absolutely works on us, man,” Jeff said in his microphone.

Steve blushed. “Oh, you guys have no idea. That was me dialing back on my enthusiasm. I’ve been your biggest fan for years.”

“Oh no,” Brian said into Jeff’s mic, “we know. And we’re happy to have gotten to know the real you over the last couple of months.”

“Really digging the new look, Stevie,” Jeff agreed.

The crowd whistled their agreement.

Steve grinned.

It had been one hell of a journey. But he’d made it. He was in love with the first boy he ever kissed. He was making the music he loved for the first time in his life. He was out as bisexual. His label and parents were facing criminal charges. And his best friend was going on a date with the girl of her dreams.

If someone had come up to Steve two months ago and told him he would be here with Eddie in front of an adoring crowd, his life changed for the better? He would have laughed himself sick. Good things didn’t happen to Steve Harrington. Not like that.

But it had. And things were only going to get better. He was so happy, he did the only thing he could think of.

He kissed Eddie senseless.

“So did I leave up to the hype, sunshine?” he asked, away from the mic.

Eddie smiled. “You blew my expectations out of the water, sweetheart.”

***

Here’s the meta I wrote for it when I started writing the story and the extra scene that showed what happened that night at Steve’s ten years before the story started.

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daydreamgoddess14 · 1 year ago

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Landslide pt. 2

MASTERLIST here

Chapter 1 here

Summary: Jason approaches a singer/songwriter about a request for Ted Lasso Season 3.

Jason Sudeikis/Reader Insert (OFC, no use of y,n/l,n)

Rating: General for now... we'll see how it goes 🤭

Disclaimer: I absolutely own none of these songs, I also don’t want to diminish Sam Ryder’s contribution in creating Fought and Lost. This is all completely fictional. I also know nothing about the music industry so this is drowning in artistic license!

Playlist Link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1crFZfdqL1fspNXb80u5sK?si=e90f5f8f357b4647

It leans very Swift heavy but also has songs that I feel fit the main character and her style. I've never created a playlist for a fic before but it seemed appropriate given the main character's profession.

Songs used in Chapter 2:

Lover of the Light - Mumford and Sons (https://open.spotify.com/track/2rjOBgZ6vmRhzf4AbQbbvZ?si=3cdfe7ca63294533)

I Will Wait - Mumford and Sons (cover by Matt Johnson & Amber Leigh Irish: https://open.spotify.com/track/6pZ37H5lrW2v26D9Sbx6Yo?si=0fb2b5b84b0a4c92)

Chapter 2

The blue carpet was packed full of people, you weren't entirely sure where you needed to go but followed the other guests towards the doors of the auditorium, it was one of those situations where your fame came in useful, crowds parted and support staff were always happy to make sure you were going in the right direction.

"Why do you always look like a deer in the headlights at these things? You need a better poker face." A voice chastised behind you. You whipped round to see Marcus and Carey. Insanely grateful for familiar faces you hugged them both happily, over the moon to see them.

"I fucking hate these things. I always feel like an imposter."

"You sold out an arena tour in a day, what the hell are you on about?!" Carey laughed. You shrugged,

"It could all come crashing down, you never know!"

"Alright doom and gloom, here the kids wanted you to see this." Marcus handed you his phone so you could see the picture of their kids dressed up as Spiderman and Thor, wielding a ukulele and a keytar.

"Ohhhh!" You shriek, bubbling with laughter. "They are the cutest! Clearly they take after Carey." Between the two of you, Marcus paused to wave further up the carpet, your laughter had caught the attention of some photographers. You looked over to see who he was greeting and locked eyes with the man of the hour, Jason. You managed to raise a shy smile which he returned. It felt like an eternity but was probably only about 5 seconds before you were back talking to Carey as if nothing had happened. Something had definitely happened though, your skin felt tingly, you could feel the blood in your veins heating up, and your legs felt like jelly. It was like meeting at the studio again except instead of poor Tom being the gooseberry, half of Los Angeles were.

"We're doing a little set tonight." Marcus explained.

"Oh nice, I haven't heard you guys for ages." You brought yourself back down to earth.

"You could," he cooked his head with a wink, "y'know… join us?"

"No way, I'm not remotely prepared, I haven't sang live for weeks. I don't even remember half the words to your stuff!"

"Thanks mate."

"You know what I mean, It's too much pressure."

"As opposed to every other time you perform. Go onnn! It'll be fun!"

"For who?!" You try to counter, but he's winning you over. It really had been quite a few weeks since you'd last performed to an audience and you were feeling the pull. There was also that intoxicating way Jason had looked at you - the urge to do something unexpected and surprise him was pretty strong. "OK, say I said yes, who would we be pissing off - apart from my entire management team?"

"Nah, no one. No one even needs to know, we'll just tell the floor manager to get an extra mic set up and everyone else will be none the wiser. It'll be a good surprise for Tom and Jason to hear you properly live with a band." Yeah… you couldn't argue with that.

"OK, OK, let's do it." He whooped and the three of you started moving a little quicker to the doors. You passed by a handful of the cast still having photos taken, a couple of them recognised you and a buzz went up from the photography area. You hesitated before stopping for some pictures, it was a premiere after all and you had dressed up for it in a dress which was the visual representation of exuding confidence. Confidence which you were absolutely winging at the moment in an ultimate ‘fake it til you make it’ strategy.

"How come you're here tonight?" One of the photographers shouted, “What do you think of your ex’s new girl?”

"Just a fan of the show." You smiled and posed, ignoring the second question. Once inside, Carey waved you off with a grin while you went backstage with Marcus.

~~~~~~~

"So we're doing the theme song - you don't have to do that - then in between the two episodes we're doing 2 or 3 songs while everyone has a break, then I think we'll do one after the screening as well. Happy with that?" You nod, "I'll come back to watch the first episode so you come back with me just before that ends. I'll go out as planned, introduce you and you can join us. Bit of backing, bit of melody. It doesn't matter if you really have forgotten all the words." You thank him gratefully. Back with Carey, you cheer for Marcus as he performs the theme song. At the other end of the same row, you can't help but steal a glance at Jason. He looked across to you just as your attention was drawn back to the stage. You managed to sneak out just before the end of the episode to wait for Marcus to introduce you. As expected, with only a few people knowing that you were there and no one at all expecting you to join the band on stage, the screening audience went crazy when you were introduced.

"Hey everyone, thanks for letting me crash the party. Hope you're playing something I remember, Marmar." You tease lightly. He puts a hand to his heart,

"Some of you may have seen us in the early 2010s on tour with my good friend here. You might remember that she used to join us for a banging version of Lover of the Light?" He looked to you for confirmation that you remembered enough to get by, and then you brought the fucking house down. With the first couple of songs under your belt, you were much more relaxed watching the second episode. It had been such a rush performing live on a total whim, it had been years since you'd done something so reckless and unpredictable regarding your music. Your phone was already blowing up in your bag with Twitter notifications - your management team would have a field day again, you still weren't exactly in the good books. Marcus had saved your favourite of his songs for last - I Will Wait. Similarly to Lover of the Light, the pair of you used to do a storming version together many, many years ago and you loved it so much that you'd recorded an acoustic version for one of your albums and you had been known to wheel it out during live shows as well. It wasn't until you were back up on the stage though that Marcus pretty much reduced his own role to backing singer and had gently nudged you to front the band. It was a damn good job you'd known them all for the better part of 15 years. Your unrehearsed, pared down version was a winner. You kept your eyes in the general direction of Carey and didn't let them stray to the opposite end of the row until the very end when you couldn't resist stealing a look at Jason any longer. He looked happy - fortunately - really happy, and you could feel your stomach tighten at the vaguely familiar notion of genuine attraction to someone. With the impromptu mini gig over, you had a quick 5 minutes with the band before heading off with the intention of finding a bar and a very alcoholic drink prior to catching up with Jason and Tom. Dutch courage was very much on the agenda. You ordered a whiskey and watched from the bar as the cast and creative team started making their way in, stopping every few seconds to be welcomed and congratulated by guests, media and family. You'd gotten talking to a couple of the writers who'd recognised you.

"I was at your last gig in New York, it was so much fun!"

"I love shows in New York," You grinned, "I get to sleep in my own bed for a change!"

"Ugh hotel beds are a menace. I either sleep like the dead or not at all."

"Tell me about it, buses are the worst though - be so glad you don't have to sleep on a bus! I did a week of shows in the UK last year and we were so tight on time that I'd finish a gig, go to sleep on the bus and wake up in a new city. I don't even think we bothered with hotel rooms, just drove through the night." You grimaced. Your back still hadn't forgiven you for that, and your tour manager was under strict instructions to avoid that debacle for future shows.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt, congrats guys!" Jason reached in to say hello to his writing team first.

"You too boss! Have you guys met?" They gestured to you, "I had no idea Marcus was going to bring her, did you?"

"I did know. Thanks for coming." Jason finally turned to you with a smile that made you forget your own name.

"Thanks for the invite. And sorry for the surprise set. It was Marcus's idea." You looked up while the writers filtered away to see other people, leaving the two of you alone. You took a long drink, buying you time to compose yourself because holy shit he looked so good. You wondered if it would be better to hold the meeting at separate ends of the room and communicate via smoke signals to save your blushes.

"Oh no, I loved it! Instant validation for the request I sent to Tom and Marcus, as if hearing you in the studio wasn't enough. You sounded amazing." You wave the compliment away,

"I'm way under rehearsed, I'm still under strict instructions to lay low for a while so I haven't been in front of a big audience for ages."

"It didn't show, really, you were great. Better than Marcus."

"Stop, he'll never forgive me!" You nudged him, laughing.

"Can we sit?" You nod and his hand brushes the small of your back, guiding you to a booth. It’s warm through the thin fabric of your dress and you could curse when your treacherous body shivers in response.

"Congrats on tonight, it looks like it's been a huge success."

"Ahh we'll see, it's a long way to go till the end of May. How's your week been?"

"Pretty good thanks, a few meetings. Plenty of writing."

"Anything you'd like to share?" He asked curiously.

"Not just yet,” you tease lightly, “give it another day or so and maybe. Also it might be wildly different to what Tom's expecting so I don't want to get in trouble."

“You don’t strike me as a troublemaker.”

“I’m on my best behaviour. Unfortunately. One more bad headline and-” you draw your finger across your throat.

“No way? Those headlines are not your fault - you defended yourself.”

“Hmm but there are a lot of people out there who don’t believe that I’m defending myself. They believe that I’m the problem.” He looks at your hand resting on the table near his and you think he’s about to take it, but he moves his own away at the last second. “So… troublemaker, that’s me.” You smile ruefully.

“Well I think I’ll reserve judgment.” He does move his hand then, but not to take yours, instead it goes around you to rest on your hip furthest from him, the action sliding you across the seat a few inches closer to him. He holds your gaze, an unspoken request for permission/forgiveness. You can’t help but feel a little unsure, automatically defensive. You’d spent three years being belittled, gaslit, shamed and manipulated in every aspect of your personal life, and now you were trying to recover from that whilst simultaneously trying to prove that those things were really happening to you and that you’re not a cold, calculating and manipulative bitch. You had no idea who you could really trust, who was supporting you or who was in the pocket of your ex. It was draining trying to mentally vet every reaction, conversation and person before letting your guard down. Something in his warm eyes lets you think you can trust him though, so you lean into that and into his hand just a little. Your eyes flash down to his mouth and back again and you hope you were quick enough that he didn't notice because you hadn't meant to do it. Well, not exactly. Your time alone is cut short though when Tom comes over with more drinks.

"So that was unexpected." He said, handing you a glass. "Brilliant, but unexpected." Jason moves his hand from behind you to take his drink from Tom.

"Told you."

"Hush, you. Thank you, Tom. I caved to peer pressure. Marcus bullied me into it."

"I should get him a drink then." You unlock your phone and slide it across the table, the notes app open. As it passes him, Jason tries to sneak a look but Tom grabs up the phone and reads. "Keep going, you're nearly there." He advises firmly. "Though I want to hear it, I'm in meetings all day tomorrow but record a quick voice note, give me an idea of pace and melody and I’ll think on it."

"Can you send it to me too?" Jason asked.

"Nope." You reply with a smirk, for a moment he looks confused. "I don't have your number. But also, I’m not about to send you a half arsed voice note just yet." You shrug. He's about to reply when a few people start milling around looking like they need him. He excuses himself and you and Tom compare some notes on the start you’ve made to the song. He next finds you back at the same table catching up with Carey.

“-I’m just saying I would pay good money to see you recreate that Tom Holland Lip Sync Battle rain dance!” Carey giggled.

“Oh god, I’d fall over and break something! Besides, I’m not built for dancing - especially not dirty rain dancing!” You reply gleefully, the giggles getting the better of you both.

“Who’s doing dirty rain dancing?” Jason grins, handing both of you a drink, “Saw you both from the bar.”

“Ahh I’ll never convince her. Maybe Marcus will do it instead.” She takes a sip of her drink, “I’m going to be so hungover on the school run tomorrow.”

“Same.” he agrees.

“I’ll come with you, I want to see the kiddos and I’ll bring the biggest coffees I can find.”

“Thanks, love. If I’m already going to be hungover I might as well finish this drink as well! Thanks Jason, and congratulations!” As the party slows and people drift off, including Tom, you talk Carey into staying for another drink, not quite willing to leave Jason’s company just yet. He’s been sitting next to you again, not so close that it would make Carey uncomfortable or would seem rude. Close enough that when he talks with his hands they brush against your arm or hand. When they’re finally still and he puts them on the seat between you both, his fingertips can catch against yours or (very bravely) ghost over the hem of your dress. Meanwhile, you’re trying to look casual, trying to act unruffled but there’s a marching band inside your body banging your heart like a bloody big drum and it might as well be bursting out of your chest like a cartoon. When Carey gets up to track down Marcus so you can share an Uber with them, he turns on the seat to face you.

“Can I give you my number?” He asks, watching your eyes widen in surprise. “For the voice note you're going to send me,” he teases.

“I’m not sending you the bloody song over WhatsApp. Tom can show you whatever he chooses, but you’ll get nothing from me until I say so.”

“Nothing at all huh?” He moves closer on the seat. You smile shyly,

“I’d strongly advise against whatever it is you think you’d like to do right now.”

“There’s a lot that I’d like to do, you might need to be more specific?” You shake your head in exasperation.

“My life is a fucking mess.”

“So is mine.”

“So you wouldn’t want to make it worse.”

“I really think I might actually want to. Might make it better.”

“The paps are-”

“Intense, rude, intrusive?”

“My ex-”

“Is a dick.”

“Can we be serious for one minute? One minute. I don’t want you to drag you into this shitshow, my name is mud everywhere at the moment - I might as well be public enemy number one. No matter how… brief this might end up being, it’s still not fair on you, or your family, that you get associated with it all.”

“I don’t need to be, we don’t have to broadcast it.”

“I’m pretty sure they know my diary better than I do.” You counter, then pause, taking in the hat, the custom made tracksuit, the dimples. “But… I can avoid them most of the time. I try to… protect myself.”

“We could try that? Because I’d really like to kiss you before Carey gets back and you have to leave.” You can’t help the smile that tugs at the corner of your mouth at that. The hint of a smile is enough for him to lean in and press a soft kiss to your lips making you hum happily. “Wanna come to a basketball game?”

“And sit about 10 seats away from you pretending I’m not checking you out?”

“Amazing coincidence, that’s exactly what I’d be doing too.”

“I’d love to. Especially the checking you out part.” You grin. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Marcus and Carey coming back for you. “Looks like my time is up.” He slips his phone out of his pocket and opens the screen before handing it to you to add your number.

~~~~~~~~

Over the next couple of days, the tabloids seemed to wake up to your arrival in L.A, though they did at least leave you alone and keep their distance. A handful of pictures cropped up on Twitter and Instagram - you holding hands with one of Marcus and Carey’s kids, giving them a piggyback after school, some of you from the Ted Lasso premiere and one of you collecting takeout the evening after the premiere. You knew there would be photographers at the basketball game you were attending so you’d planned to go with an old friend. Despite Jason being the one to ask you to go, you knew that you’d be unlikely to even be able to say more than hello to him with so many eyes around. You sat one row back from the courtside and about 10-15 seats further along the row than Jason sat with his castmates and son. He’d sent you a message before you’d even pulled up at your apartment after the premiere, you’d replied of course and the message pingpong had been pretty regular in the run up to the game. He’d seen you arrive, he’d been loitering at the edge of the court talking while the seats began to fill up. You’d smiled and held your beer up in greeting.

You look great, I’m glad you came

Thanks, you too. This doesn’t count as a first date though.

That’s fair, I’ve got to get O home after this, but we could hang out later in the week?

Sounds good, enjoy the game

After the game, someone had pushed a ball into his hands while people were milling around the court. He’d been laughing and joking with Toheeb and Kola and you’d been perfectly happy just watching him have a good time. He took his cap off and turned it around on his head so he could better line up his shot. You had been halfway through a conversation but god fucking damn your jaw near hit the floor when he bounced a little and the ball had travelled near half the length of the court and straight into the basket. Someone had been filming it and Kola had excitedly told him to tell the camera that it had been one take. By this point, you’d long given up on talking with your friend and she watched in amusement while your words had trailed off. She followed your gaze to the scenes on the court.

“That’s emmm… that’s pretty hot.”

“I’m not usually a men doing sports type of person. In that it normally doesn’t affect me in any kind of way.”

“How you feeling now?”

“Pretty fucking affected. Jesus.” You reached for your phone while the image and the thoughts were still fresh in your mind - though there was no doubt that the visual would be there for a very long time to come.

That was insane. I truly hope you know how hot that was because I… I’m speechless.

With the rest of the court clearing out, you took your empty beer glasses and took one last look at Jason. He spotted you so you gave a quick glance around for potential photographers before very obviously fanning yourself with your hand. He laughed and winked.

~~~~~~~~~

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spanking patricks i wanna touch his ass and hips and thighs so bad i wanna be able to punish him when he doesnt follow the rules and reward him when he does

bending him over my legs and pulling his pants down but leaving his underwear up i rub my hand over his plump ass and let my hand smack down not to hard its just a warning spank but the way he gasps is like music to my ears

i would explain to him what he did wrong and i delivery a few more warning spanks and then i pull his underwear down revealing his beautiful bare ass i rub my hand over his ass and thighs his ass is already red just from before because of how pale he is

“look at you already red for me your body needed this so badly” patrick whines a bit

“dont act like you dont love this baby i know what you need and what you want” patrick may act like he hates this because its punishment but really, deep down, he loves it loves every aspect of it loves how it makes him submit loves the humiliation and how red his ass gets how it hurts to sit for a bit after a good spanking loves how it corrects and teaches him and allows him to free himself from all his worry loves how it just lets him be in the moment

i delivery 10? 15? 20? spanks depending on which rule he broke and i make him count out every single one his gasps and moans fill the room and hes crying

i pull him up a bit “you took your spanking so well good boy” and i kiss him but then i continue “but your punishment isnt over ok baby” he nods

i place him the corner of the room with his fiery and vibrant red ass facing out and his nose pushed up into the wall hes crying again from the embarrassment

maybe i invite joe andy and pete over and when they show up and see him in the corner they know exactly whats going on and what kind of night this will be as they walk in and patrick realizes its them he lets out a loud low groan both from the sheer humiliation he feels but also from how rock hard this makes him

we all sit on the couch ignoring patrick for a while until i get bored and call him over he quickly comes over his hard dick bouncing slightly

“look at you such a mess already” i say as i grab his cock and stroke slightly i then explain to him that maybe he would be allowed to get off if he can make joe pete and andy feel good by blowing them

“that sound good baby?”

he nods with a smile patrick loves sucking dick it was like he was made for it with his pink full lips and big blue eyes he gets down on his knees and moves over to andy first

this is not his first time sucking his bandmates dicks he can remember all the countless times he did it in the van because the rest of the band just “needed” him to do it and that jerking off just wasnt enough anymore so he understands what each guy likes

andy was a deep throat kind of guy, more similar to facefucking he loved being able to do as he pleases and setting the pace

as patrick approached him he gives a small smile which andy returns patrick darts his tongue out and wets his lips before lowering his head as far down as he could stopping every couple of inches to adjust and breath until his nose hits andys pelvis and andy wasnt the biggest dick patricks ever had in his mouth but he was by no means small so it was a challenges patrick looks up at andy inviting him to thrust like he knows andy likes and andy puts his hand on the back of patricks head holding him down and starts to moves his hips he can feel patricks throat moving around him and god it feels good within a couple minutes andy cums down patricks throat which he happily swallows

he then waddles on his knees over to pete whose hard dick is already out of his pants he looks at him with big eyes waiting pete nods a bit gesturing for him to start patrick happily obliges he takes the tip of petes cock into his mouth swirling his tongue with pete he can put on so much more of a show then with andy patrick can really show of his skills now he pops off his dick and licks from base to tip right up the vein then slowly lowers his mouth down until it reaches the back of his throat he moves his head up and down and moves his hand in time with his mouth twisting his wrist as he gets to the top patrick pulls up for air still using his hand and then spits directly onto petes dick which makes pete let out a low groan patrick looks him in the eyes and he lowers his head back down and engulfs him in his mouth “fuck patrick im close youre so good with ur mouth” and with in the next minute pete is finishing down patricks throat too

next he turns to joe patricks bites his lip its always more gentle and intimate with joe he was the first one that patrick talked to he instantly connected with joe joe saw his potential and helped patrick see it for himself patrick wanted to kiss him and wanted it to mean something but he wasnt sure if he was allowed to

“whats wrong baby?” i ask sensing his hesitation

“am i allowed to kiss?” he asked his eyes hopeful i watched joe as patrick asked the question and can see the same glimmer of hope it makes me smile their connection

“as long as joes ok with it” patrick turns to joe who is already reaching out to pull patrick up to kiss him they kiss hard and passionate and sloppy like theyve never kissed before they start to grind on one another and patrick lets out little whimpers i hate having to break this up but this is his punishment after all

“patrick remember what you were told to do” i remind and he nods sliding down from his position straddling joe back onto his knees he winces a bit as his knees hit the floor again and unbuckles joes belt freeing him from the tight confounds on his skinny jeans and boxers and starts to give little kitten licks to joes tip relishing in the little gasps he gets out of joe he lowers his head and runs his tongue over joes balls before taking all of joe into his mouth joe swiped the hair off of patricks forehead so he can really see his eyes patricks making all these sucking noises and groans and with all that combined with the fact that it simply is patrick joe does not last long shooting his load down patricks throat as well

pulls off with a pop swallowing all that he could and letting the rest dribble down his mouth and chin he looks obscene straight out of a god sent porno his ass and face all red covered in a mix of three different guys cum and some residual tears

he moves until hes right in front of me with pleading eyes

“your such a good boy making everyone cum like that i think you deserve a reward for being so good stand up”

he beams with pride and stand ups i move him around until hes facing the other way and bent over i lube up my fingers and start working to stretch him open while mumbling random praises his bandmates watch with intensity just as interested in patrick getting off and they were about themselves

when i deem that he is stretched enough i lube up my cock line myself with him and thrust in no time to prepare himself im full throttle hitting his prostate and i know im not gonna last long and neither is he we have both been hard for so long at this point

“cum when you need to baby you earned it”

patrick responds with a whine and after a few more thrusts he reaches his climax shaking and clenching as he does the feeling of him around me and i cum too deep inside of him i fuck through my orgasm until i have nothing left and pull out i turn him around and kiss him and praise him hes still breathing hard and he kisses back and thanks me and the rest of the guys

(this was really long oops)

#ps #ah #jt #pw #ah + jt + ps + pw #ah + ps #jt + ps #ps + pw #extra long redacted

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spaceorphan18 · 1 year ago

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You may have answered this a hundred times before, if so, point me to your previous answers! How would you have improved Kurt’s story in canon? What are the major things you would have changed, and some of the niggles and minor things that drive you mad?

Hi! You know - I don't mind getting these kinds of questions again. My answers tend to change as the years pass.

I'm not sure if there's anything major I'd change? I don't mind the overall structure of his story (@snarkyhag - omg, I used the word 'structure' for the first time in forever, feels nice, lol.) But Glee has very jaggedy story telling, in that it does highs and lows but doesn't do details or in-betweens very well.

I think his arcs in Season 1 and 2 are pretty well done, and despite me always wanting /more/ - the show was about an ensemble, and he did relatively well. I really have no complaints there.

In Season 3, I would have liked his story to be less attached to Rachel and more on an individual path. Everything that happens in his story line (that isn't related to Blaine) is a consequence or set up of Rachel's story line, and it's maddening. I don't mind that he doesn't get into NYADA -- I wish he would have stayed out, tbh, but the narrative around him getting or not getting in should have been devoid of what Rachel's story needed to be.

I also wish he and Blaine had had more intimate moments -- I don't mean, necessarily, kissing/sex/romance -- but more moments where the two of them are just them together, in a more relaxed way. Hard to do in a school setting, sure, but things like the missing Box Scene from the Christmas episode sprinkled in more often would have been nice.

Of course - I would have loved so much more in Season 4. More fall out from the Break Up. More of Kurt exploring New York City. It would have been nice to see Adam developed as a real relationship for Kurt. Just seeing more of how he felt, and how he was struggling with moving, and being in a new city, and leaving friends and family, and missing Blaine, etc, etc. There's such a rich story there -- but the show, ultimately, was about a high school glee club, not up and coming college kids, and of course, Kurt's story still ended up tied in to Rachel's. (Of course - on the flip side Season 4 gives us such rich material to fanfic around -- so much good fic arose out of this era.)

Season 5 is hard to articulate - there is such a complex variety of things going on - with Finn's Death, the engagement, and all of Rachel and Santana. I wish Kurt would have more of his own individual story line. I know he got the band and Elliott - but what does he really want to do with his life? Again, I do wish we had Glee - the College Years for the full season.

I love the NYC arc - and the exploration of the Klaine dynamic, but I would have seen more the highs there, too. I realize TV needs conflict, and the writers knew where they were going with the story, but I don't think the June story line necessarily worked now that I'm this far out, and I would have liked to see them more navigate the ins and outs of a relationship.

Season 6 I would change less than you think. My biggest thing is that I'd rewrite the entire Klaine part of the Wedding episode. Kurt needs a catalyst (probably the one thing that still bugs me the most) to run back - the writing is just awkward.

But also - Kurt and Blaine don't get a single, private conversation between getting back together and the locker scene in Dreams Come True. I realize it's more about the show winding down - and that scene is essentially their 'happily ever after' moment, but it would have been nice for the show let Kurt (and Blaine) reflect on marriage and taking that next step. But also, having a conversation about how their lives are moving forward when back in New York.

The epilogue was nice, but I would have moved it farther than five years -- and I'm somewhat indifferent about them having kids, but twenty-six feels young for them being dads.

Idk, those are the major things. There are episode to episode minor-ish things, too, I guess. Like why did Kurt give back the tape in Michael? Why did he have to be a jerk to Quinn in On My Way? Stuff like that where I don't agree on the writers' charactierizations.

Thanks for the question, Nonny! It was nice to get back into writing meta!

#that's how s.o. sees it #kurt hummel #glee #ooff my meta'ing is rusty but it feels good to get back into it

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slightlytoastedbagel · 10 months ago

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It's time for the winter sekai gift exchange!! My gift is for @mccnstruck and it's a polyneed fic :D

They're building snowmen (Snow Mikus specifically). I hope you enjoy it!! (And also tagging @winter-sekai-gift-exchange so they can put all of the gifts in one place) (the fic is also under the cut)

"Ichi! Did you get the scarf?"

"Yes Saki! Hold on a second."

Stubby legs carried her up the hill to her three friends, a blue scarf bundled into her arms while she tried to not trip into the snow. Shiho had already laughed at her once for it. Plus, it would get Snow Miku's scarf damp, she doesn't deserve a cold, wet scarf! She would have offered her own but Honami insisted she kept it on.

Ichika had just about reached the top when her friends' work came into view. A snowman, about the same height as Shiho, stood at the centre of the hilltop. Two sticks where stuck into either side of the head, stones for eyes and the mouth, Honami's apple sliced up to make the hair bands and nose, a tie made from the last few leaves off the tree. She thought it was amazing.

"There you are!" Saki greeted her at the top, a giant grin on her face. She grabbed onto Ichika's arm to drag her over to Honami and Shiho, who were adding the final touches to their joint effort. "C'mon! You can put the scarf on!"

Honami giggled at their friend's enthusiasm and Shiho just grinned at them all. Ichika nodded and went to wrap the scarf around the snowman's neck. She stepped back to see their finished Snow Miku, a smile creeping onto her face.

"Ah! She looks perfect!" Honami cheered to her left, Saki nodding in agreement.

"Great choice, Ichika." Shiho commented on her right, she turned to smile back at her.

"Thanks Shiho! Although..." Ichika turned back to Snow Miku and finally realised what was missing. She ran back up to her and took off her blue mittens, putting the sticks used for her hair into each one. When she knew they wouldn't fall off, Ichika walked back to her friends.

Saki gasped happily to Ichika's last minute addition, Shiho chuckled along. Honami, however, started off worried.

"Ichika-chan, won't your hands get cold now?"

"Don't worry, Honami, I have my coat pockets!" Ichika shoved her hands into said pockets to prove her point. It convinced Honami, at least, because she relaxed and looked back to their creation.

"It is a lovely finish, good idea Ichika-chan."

Ichika giggled at her compliment. By then Saki and Shiho had gotten themselves into a snowball fight, which ended with them both tumbling down the hill. Honami ran after them with concern. Ichika stood at the top for a minute to watch the three of them.

She loves her friends.

~~~~

Ichika found the scarf at the bottom of her closet.

It was in a box full of things she couldn't bear to look at anymore, but could never bring herself to throw away. Photos, piles of sheet music, friendship bracelets (one of which was actually Shiho's, she must have left it here on accident) and the scarf. Miku's scarf.

There wasn't a need for it to be in the closet anymore, she was friends with Honami and Shiho again, Saki was out of the hospital and they had a band now. Leo/Need. Representing the Leonid meteor shower and how they need each other. Ichika thinks it's perfect for them. Plus, the four of them share a Sekai together! With a version of Miku in it! It's everything she could ever hope for!

She looks down to the scarf in her hands. Saki wanted to start doing more outside of just the band, right? Things friends would do, like shopping or visiting places together. Or maybe a walk in the park. The weather forecast said it would be snowing over the weekend...

Ichika sends a text to their group chat. Three replies come in fairly quickly. Everyone is free for Sunday.

She smiles and hopes they enjoy the surprise.

~~~~

"Ichi!!!"

Ichika only sees a blur of yellow latch onto her before she's trying to keep Saki and herself from collapsing into the snow. She succeeds, however now Shiho is laughing a them, so did she really? Honami is chuckling as well now that she looks at them both. Seriously...

Shiho moves to drag Saki off of her. The latter pretends to resist but turns to hug Shiho instead. She let's her.

"So what did you want to do today?"

Oh right, she did bring them outside for a reason. The scarf is wrapped around her neck, she clutches it and blushes slightly. A gasp is heard to her right, and she turns to see Honami staring at the scarf.

"Isn't that..."

She remembers? Saki clearly doesn't, at least not a first, turning her head like a confused cat. Or maybe a dog would be more appropriate with her. Shiho also looks confused. She may as well get on with it.

"I was looking through some of my older things the other day, and I found this scarf. Remember that night it snowed really hard and we all went to the park and built a Snow Miku?"

Saki gasps as if she was just told the truth behind Rin's disappearing cookies (Kaito ate them not knowing they were her's and now feels really bad and has been trying to make some as an apology) (he confessed to Ichika and Honami last week). Shiho's eyes widen.

"You kept that scarf this whole time?"

"I couldn't bring myself to throw it away... After everything I wanted to keep as much as I could about our time together. Even if I never actually used them since."

"Awwwww, Ichi!!!" Saki returns to bear hugging her. She flushes.

"So I'm guessing you wanted to build another snowman?" Honami asks, possibly out of mercy. Saki stops crushing her to instead gasp and jump about in excitement.

"Ooooh! Yes! Is that what you wanted to do, Ichi? Yes I want to build another snowman!"

Shiho laughs, Ichika somehow feels herself becoming even more flushed. She doesn't take notice of it, instead allowing Saki to drag her through the park. Up a certain hill.

"Huh. This is where we built the last one." Shiho pipes up before Ichika could say it. She just nods in agreement instead.

"Oooooh. Wait, we have the scarf, but a snowman needs more than one scarf. Hona, come with me!" Saki talks so quickly Ichika struggled to keep up, but then Saki was leading Honami away by the arm. Despite the initial shock, Honami went along with her to the closest tree. Saki said something to her before kneeling down onto the ground. Honami began looking at the tree branches that had broken off.

Shiho nudges Ichika, she looks away from the other two.

"We may as well get started." Shiho said, already moving to build the snowman's body. Ichika nods despite the fact Shiho can't see her and moves to roll up a head. She was halfway there when Saki and Honami returned. The latter handed her sticks over to Saki before assisting Shiho in forming the body. Saki starts jumping on the spot in excitement, one hand full of sticks and the other full of rocks.

Before long, Ichika had built up the head and moved it towards the body, waiting to put it on top. Shiho had paused, pondered for a second, before nodding and stepping back to let Honami and Ichika move the head on. Once that was done, Saki walked up to the snowman to put the rocks into the head for eyes and the mouth. She also stook the two sticks into the side.

"Hmmmm. Can I have the scarf Ichi?"

Ichika nodded and handed over the blue scarf to Saki, who proceeded to wrap it around the snowman's neck and tied it up at the front.

"There! We have no leaves this time, but Snow Miku has her tie!" Saki presents her work to the other three with jazz hands, Honami clapping along and Shiho trying to hide a chuckle. Ichika smiles, but ponders the Snow Miku for a second. They were hit with a cold breeze and she put her hands into her coat pockets to keep them warm. As she did so she felt something in her right one. Her old mittens. That's what was missing.

Ichika walked up to the snowman and, once again, put the mittens onto the sticks used for Miku's hair. Then, she stepped away again and smiled.

"You kept the mittens as well?" Shiho asks teasingly.

"I suppose I did. I hadn't realised they were in that pocket." Ichika blushed again. She was doing that a lot today.

An "awww" could be heard from Saki and Honami smiled warmly. The four looked at their second Snow Miku together.

"Thank you, Ichika-chan."

"Hmm?"

"Thank you for inviting us to build another Snow Miku." Honami explained. Saki and Shiho are quick to agree with her. Ichika feels warm watching the three of them.

"Your welcome."

She would build a million Snow Mikus if it would make them happy.

#winter sekai gift exchange 2023 #project sekai #leo/need #ichika hoshino #saki tenma #honami mochizuki #shiho hinomori #polyneed #bagel's writing #named after when the first love ends by ryo because i love their cover for it

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wr0temyway0ut · 1 year ago

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AU for five headcanons: haunted walking tour au!

Oooh this one is so fun! I love haunted walking tours so much and this ended up as way more than 5 headcanons but i regret nothing

— So one of the many attractions at the Hollywood Ghost Club is a haunted walking tour through the hotel and the surrounding area. Willie, being the owner’s kid, has worked there since they were old enough to work and is now the club’s most highly reviewed and requested tour guide.

— The demand for tours always spikes around Halloween, so they hire seasonal workers to work as tour guides and as ghost actors to jump out and scare the guests. Alex, Luke, and Reggie join as a way to make some extra money to record their demo.

-- It very quickly becomes apparent that only Alex and Reggie have the charisma needed to be tour guides; Luke gets relegated to ghost actor because he has no idea how to talk to the guests in a professional manner and also keeps forgetting the stories he's supposed to be telling.

-- This leaves Willie in charge of training the two very cute new tour guides. Reggie doesn't need much training though, he very quickly starts to rival Willie in popularity among the guests. Alex takes a little longer to warm up to it, almost seems embarrassed about the job, but once he gets into character on the tours he's really good at it and it's so hot really impressive to Willie.

-- He keeps telling himself not to get too attached though, they keep telling him that they're only working there for the season, and he's like 98% sure Alex and Reggie are already dating.

-- Meanwhile Luke keeps himself entertained by coming up with new and extreme ways to scare the guests (within reason). One day Julie and Flynn come in for a tour and Luke scares them so bad that Julie goes running all the way back through the hotel, screaming the whole way. Luke chases after her because holy shit do you hear that breath control this girl must be an insane singer which only makes her scream longer. Once he finally manages to calm her down (with the help of Reggie, who's leading her tour) he asks her to join the band and she's so bewildered that she says yes on instinct. And thus Julie and the Phantoms is born!

-- A few days later Bobby and Nick come in for a tour (maybe dragging Carrie along with them but only because she likes the glamour of the HGC), and when Luke pops out to scare them Bobby panics and punches him in the face. Luke finds this incredibly hot and asks him out on the spot even as his nose is bleeding. Similar to Julie, Bobby is so bewildered he says yes. He ends up joining the band eventually too.

-- Alex decides that even if they do this again next year Luke will not be joining them bc at this rate their band is going to turn into a full on orchestra.

-- As the end of the season quickly approaches Willie is dreading it because he's become really good friends with Alex and Reggie, but he knows how this goes. They’ll promise to keep in touch, they’ll text a couple times in the next couple weeks, and then they’ll eventually fall out of touch and forget about each other.

— Except the day after their last day, Alex and Reggie show up to take the tour as guests. Willie is just happy to see them, so he pointedly doesn’t ask why Alex is so nervous even though he knows where all the jump scares are. After the tour ends the two of them hang out in the club until Willie gets off of work, and at that point Reggie and Alex tell them that they didn’t want to ask while they were still coworkers so as not to pressure on him, but they would really really like to take him out on a date and have him join their relationship. Willie of course says yes immediately and the three of them live happily ever after

#this was so fun #might have to write the fic we’ll see #ask games #jatp #julie and the phantoms #willie jatp #reggie peters #alex mercer #julie molina #luke patterson

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dazed--xx · 2 years ago

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Episode 1: It’s All So Boring

Member: Felix x afab! Reader

Summary: Lee Felix, vocalist of the band, One More Time, prepares to confess his love to his girlfriend Y/N. Seven years later, he’s bored, broke, and annoyed by it all; luckily, he’s found a way to get everything he’s ever wanted

Word Count: 6.3k

TW: Angst, disbanding, Felix gets punched, Mentions of failed dreams, possible drowning, Grim Reaper, break up, arguments, signs of depression, anything that I couldn’t think of sorry guys

A/N: I have been so excited to release this I’ve been working on it for a while and I’m so happy you guys can finally read it. It is unedited tbh but Please be sure to also check out the Kdrama it’s also called One More Time and I took a lot of inspiration from it it’s on Netflix but I also watch it on YouTube cause I don’t have Netflix. But it has Infintes L in it and it’s so good like honestly. Also comment if you want to be on the taglist and like comment reblog and my requests are open.

Character List Episode 2

The small crowd roared, the quaint little bar smelled of soju and cigarette smoke. Felix’s hands shake as the lights slowly come up on the small makeshift stage. He releases a heavy sigh as his eyes drift over the crowd, taking a nervous step forward his lips brush against the microphone. The solo spotlight blinds him as he takes a deep breath. “T-Thank you to everyone that came out.” He smiles to the crowd “we are One More Time and we hope you enjoy” his nervousness waving goodbye like and old friend as Changbin offers him a smile from behind the drum set before, he and Jisung begin the song in quick succession. Confidence builds in Felix’s core as he begins playing his guitar, his head booping along with the music as he brings himself to the mic “move your hands. There’s no tomorrow” He sang “Let’s continue to live like this” he smiled and winked toward the crowd as his eyes wandered looking for the one person he hoped would come tonight. When he notices her long brunette hair placed in the familiar ponytail. A smile plastered on her plush lips, as she watched him on stage. He smiled back, he noticed her wearing her One More Time hoodie she had spent the previous night telling him she was making. His heart soared as their eyes connected. He winked at her before shuffling over next to Jisung. As they sang together, Felix couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Pride swelled in his chest as the crowd began to applaud at the last note of the song.

Felix was greatful the show was going well, the audience booped along to the set happily. He felt ontop of the world as they chanted “One More Time!” The crowd roared as Felix placed himself center stage once again, “thank you again for coming. This next song was inspired by someone special. I hope she likes it” he smiles at her. A blush creeps on her cheeks, as the music begins. “Oh My darling, hug me you are my song” he sang as he stares at no one but her. “Oh my darling, I love you” he smiles and points at her. Her eyes widen as she bites her lip “you are my everything, my sun my diamond you are my song” she can’t help the wide smile that forms on her face “now I’m confessing to you. You are mine now” he smiles as he steps away from the mic, walking off the small makeshift stage the crowd parts as he makes his way over to her. She looks around at the crowd with the eyes now on her. Taking his ring off he stares at her “I have loved you I will love you forever” he states softly full of sincerity before placing the ring on her finger, a blush creeps wider onto her cheeks “I love you too” she responds. A happy grin forms on his lips as he leans in pressing his lips against hers. The crowd whoops and ooos as their lips form together.

Felix sits in the green room, his leg shaking as the boys sit on the couch. “That was so cool Lix!” Jisung said exclaims. “Did you see Y/N’s face? She had no idea that it was coming!” Changbin adds. “It’s going to be no time before you two are all lovey dovey with kids and stuff!” Jisung teases. Felix rolls his eyes in response. “You guys are annoying” he chuckles. A rap on the door pulling their eyes from each other. Felix rapidly jumps to his feet before pulling the door open. A smile forming on his lips as he’s met with the sight of his girlfriend “Oppa you did so good today!” She smiles at him. His eyes remain stuck on her petite form before pulling her into him in a tight hug. Her eyes widen as she embraces him, “I love you” he whispers in her ear. A blush forms on her cheeks. “I love you too” you smile against his chest. “Can we go?” Y/N questions staring at his members. Who are making kissy faces at the two. She rolls her eyes as Felix takes her hand and leads her down the hall. As the pair make it out into the alley Y/N’s pressed against the brick wall. Felix’s lips press against hers desperately, tongue brushing against her bottom lip begging for entrance. His fingers brush against her waist slowly lifting her hoodie. She allows him entry as his arms wrap firmly around her waist. He feels his member growing hard when she presses herself against his strong frame. “I love you” he giggles against her lips. Y/N nibbles on his bottom lip before she pulls away. “Come on, lover boy let’s go” she grasps his hand and drags him toward his small studio apartment only one block away from the bar.

She giggled as Felix wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing soft kisses against her neck. Closing the door with his foot he turns her around pressing her back against the door. His lips find hers once again, his fingers fiddle with the waist band of the hoodie lifting it slowly. “This is cute, thanks for making it. It made it easier to find you baby” she blushes at his words unable to respond as he presses his lips to hers once more lifting the hoodie and her shirt over his head. Her fingers work in quick succession unbuttoning his pants as he pulls his shirt over his head. “Jump” he states against her lips, she jumps slightly wrapping her legs around his waist as her fingers toy with his hair. He guides them around the small wall that covered his bedroom/kitchen. Laying her on his small futon, his lips trailed their way to her throat. He licked and sucked against her sensitive section. A small whimper is released from her throat. A smirk is formed on his lips as he pulls away slightly connecting their eyes as he strokes her hair. “I will love you forever” he confesses. She smiles as she presses her lips against his.

SEVEN YEARS LATER…….

The crowd roars as a girl group performs on a nearby stage, Felix rolls his eyes before tilting his head in the direction of the girl group. “Fucking idiots” he growls as he picks at the fries placed infront of him. Y/N stares at him worriedly, her hand reaching across the table gently rubbing up and down his arm comfortingly. He gives her a growl as he pulls arm away. “Yeji! Yeji! I love you” Jisung exclaims from his seat as the group walks past and getting into their car. “Yah! Shut up! You’re so loud” Felix scowls in Jisung’s direction, a look of confusion and realization forms over the boy. Y/N covers her face in embarrassment as Changbin comforts his friend. “Who is Yeji, anyway?” Y/N questions. A look of disbelief grows on Jisung’s face, eyes wide “You don’t know Itzy?!” He questions bewildered as Y/N shakes her head no “They’re like only the biggest group ever!” Felix sucks his teeth in response. “Can we just get on with this…” tiredly lifting himself from his seat, dragging himself threw the now dissipating crowd. He slowly trudges his way up the stairs to the stage. A faux smile on his lips as the others place themselves infront of their instruments. Y/N gives him an encouraging smile as the lights come up and they begin playing. He releases a sigh as the words slowly flow out “How've you been? I guess you're fine..”

A bored expression sits on his features as he sang. He notices the crowd slowly and surely making their way further away from their performance. He notices a drunkard staggering his way toward the stage, an unsettling feeling grows in his stomach. He can hear the drunkard yell something indistinguishable, a foreign liquid being splattered all over him and what can be assumed the rest of the stage. “YOURE BORING!!” The drunkard yells, his eyes now focusing on Y/N hiding behind her keyboard. “You!” He throws trash from the ground toward her “dance!!” He demands. Her eyes widen as the man throws more items. They continue playing as the man screams expletives at the band, Y/N notices the irritation growing on Felix’s features. Finally, He rips himself away from the mic, and off the stage into the awaiting tent ignoring the calls of his name by his members. Packing his guitar up, the rest of the band come off stage as they reprimand him. “It’s embarrassing is what it is! How could you do that?!” Changbin exclaims. “You think of no one but yourself!” Jisung adds. “There was literally fucking no one other than the dumbass that couldn’t keep his mouth shut which is what you two should do.” Felix growls. Y/N sighs as he exits the room, Jisung and Changbin stare at her expectedly. “I-I’ll handle it” as she makes her way out of the small tent

“Lix!” She calls after him, he continues on his path ignoring her. “The least you could have done was hear them out! You walked off the stage on all of us! You could at least think of us, you know your band!” She scolds. She can hear him mumbling under his breath. “Are we just not important?!Huh?!” She challenges. He whips around to face her “Not important? Why do you think I left when I did?” He growls a scowl forming on his features. “Look, I know you’re miserable but can you not make it obvious?” She snaps. He chuckles sarcastically “oh I’m sorry I’m so obvious” he makes his way toward the crosswalk. Y/N follows after him “please just take care of yourself oppa! Take your medicine, your throat needs it!” She urges as he steps into the steet, a car comes flying past sending him back to the sidewalk “ugh, seriously I can’t get away from you!” He growls as she continues to trail after him “I made some food and put it in your fridge make sure you eat! I also picked up your prescription for you please take your medicine your throat needs hydration, nodules aren’t a joke!—WHAT! Are you my mother?!” He cuts her off frustratedly throwing his hands up. “Why must you pester me every second of the day!!” He growls. Her lip quivers as her hands form into fists, “because I care about you, you mean a lot to me. Please just—just take care of yourself oppa” she states sadly her hand reaching out for his only to be disappointed when he scoffs and pulls himself away.

“I can take care of myself! You’re so annoying always nagging me and just won’t leave me alone! Open your eyes honestly! Stop following me and go home!” He snaps, stomping away from her. Y/N bites her lip, her cheeks growing scarlet as tears cascade down her face. She watches as Felix storms away from her, taking her heart along with him before turning and slowly trudging her way home.

Adrenaline runs through Felix’s veins as he stomps his way over the small canal bridge. His eyes drifting over the water, the lights reflecting off the small waves. “Almost like a Van Gogh painting, No?” A voice calls from next to him. Felix’s eyebrows scrunch together, jumping slightly. He notices a man, about his age, standing beside him. He stood with a small smirk on the side of his plump lips. The mans black hair contrasting to the red hooded coat. “Y-yeah I guess” Felix stutters. Something about the man’s pale skin and dark hooded almond eyes made Felix feel uneasy. “Life can be like that sometimes” the stranger shrugs. “Like what?” Felix questions nervously “like a work of art…” the stranger smiles “I-I guess..” Felix stutters his eyes drifting over the water “no, it is a work of art. And whichever creator you believe in is the artist,” the strange man stated matter of factly. “Well, the artist, is kind of fucking my life up so…kinda hard to believe any of that” Felix denies, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Hey, you never know maybe the artist has to keep repeating things you continue to fuck up as a stray dot of paint on his canvas, you know? I saw that lack luster performance as well…” the strange man confesses. “And what do you expect me to do with that information” Felix states annoyance hidden in his tone.

The strange man chuckles to himself “I expect YOU to do nothing with that information, I just….had an asset I was keeping an eye on and the drunk guy happened to catch my attention” Felix looks at the man with confusion on his features. “Uh okay I guess, I’m gonna go though” uncomfort settling into Felix’s gut. The strange man shrugs “have a nice night” he turns himself to the side gesturing Felix to continue on his trek home. “Get some rest, you’ll be needing it soon” the strange man called softly. “I hope you figure things out soon Felix” Felix freezes at his name “I don’t believe I caught your name!” he calls back to the strange man now walking away “I don’t believe I ever dropped it!” The man calls back before disappearing down the path. Felix slowly turned away as he begin his path home once more. His heart was beating at an unmatchable pace, his hands were shaking profusely. As he reached his door he realized….he never gave the man his name either.

Sun rays bleed through the curtain as the alarm blares from Felix’s phone. His head rings as he’s flashbanged by the bright light illuminating the room. Begrudgingly he pulls himself off the small uncomfortable futon, his hand finding it’s way into his hair. Lifting himself from the makeshift bed, he stretches. Something drawing his eye to the carpet, lifting the foreign object he sniffs it. Fresh Bread? He thinks to himself, before shrugging and placing the discarded bread on his countertop. Pulling open his fridge he’s greeted with the shelves full “tsk this girl doesn’t know when to stop” he grumbles to himself shoving the premade Tupperware dishes to the side. Grabbing a cola, his phone rings. Answering the call “hello, my name is Park Ji-ho I’m calling you about a debt we are atte—“ he cuts the caller off as he tosses his phone onto his bed. Grabbing a near by hoodie and jeans, he rushes to get himself dressed. Hauling his guitar case over his shoulder. He makes his way out the door.

Locking the door behind him, he’s greeted with a large poster. ‘FINAL NOTICE’ it read. “Ughh great!” He growls to himself ripping the form off the door. Rolling his eyes before making his way toward the stairs. He overlooks the cityscape one last time before descending, only for them to be blocked by a large rather bulky male. “Hello” Felix states nervously bowing to the familiar face “nice day out isn’t it?” He takes a hesitant step back, the man’s sinister smile has Felix bolting toward the stairs that go to the roof as another familiar face pops out from behind a corner stopping him as they wrap their arms around his shoulder leading him back down the stairs and into the hands of the bigger male.

“Guys! Guys!” He pleads his hands up in surrender as they both take a hold of the back of his shirt dragging him down the stairs and into the alley beside his building slamming him back against the brick wall “I will pay him soon come on guys!” Felix pleads “with what money?” The bigger one growls snapping at the small man, who immediately begins stuffing Felix’s mouth with bread. His eyes widen, “come on! Eat!” The bigger man demands, leaving Felix confused “you need to be healthy to find a real job and pay your rent and the loan Mr. Kim gave you” the large man confesses before releasing him and punching him in the stomach. Felix hunching over in pain bread flying everywhere as he moans. “Pay what you owe or it gets worse” the smaller man growls gripping the back of his head. Felix nods rapidly as the man lets him go, gesturing to the bigger man before walking off.

Felix groans as he lifts his shirt slightly coming to a crosswalk, a large black and blue bruise sits cheerfully on his ribs. He sucks his teeth as the walk symbol shows, taking a step toward the street he’s sent rushing back in a flash of red and yellow. Following the obstruction, he’s greeted with an older man laying on the ground a red moped with a yellow basket sitting on top of his leg “Mister!” Felix calls the older male gazes at him worry etched on his features “the light was red, you can hurt someone just not paying attention like that!” Felix growls before crossing. He notices a child crying and pointing at a balloon that floats away from her tiny hand. A small pout forms on his heart shaped lips as they pass, his eyes following the drifting balloon as he makes it to the sidewalk. His fingers tighten around the strap of the guitar case, turning away from the floating orb; Felix continues his trek. His eyes quickly drifting to the sidewalk as his legs begin to pick up pace. He rapidly tried to hide his face behind his hood as he noticed the bright blue food truck sat right in the corner of the park. “Hey Felix!” The familiar voice called. Felix sighs in contempt before glaring in the direction of the food truck, only to be greeted with a wide bright smile and his older brother waving back at him. He scoffs to himself before continuing on his path. He begrudgingly trudges his way down an alley, the old rusty, One More Time sign sat on the basement door to the bar the band performs at weekly. He stares at the sign mocking him, a glare on his face as he feels his phone ring in his pocket.

“Hello” he answers tiredly.”Is this Lee Felix” a velvety woman’s voice questions. He nods to himself before realizing the person cannot see him “yes this is who is this?” He asks “Do you enjoy writing songs that don’t sell? Hello, my name is Im Na-yeon from JYP entertainment. let’s talk in person yes?” She explains. Felix’s eyes widen as he pulls the phone away from his ear. He sees a private number, staring back at him. “When?” He quickly agrees. He hears a small chuckle from the other side of the phone “right now preferably” she states. “I will send you the address I’ll see you soon Lee Felix” she giggles before hanging up the call. Felix stares at the bar, he contemplates going inside seeing Jisung and Changbin getting their opinions but then he comes to the realization Y/N might be there. He scoffs to himself, she’s always there. With his mind made up he plugs in the address to JYP entertainment and begins his journey.

A large glass skyscraper sits in front of him, he eyes the text message once more before staring once again at the building. Large letters read ‘JYP ENTERTAINMENT’ across the border over the entrance. He notices a large crowd of what could be assumed to be fans in the corner of the building.”me? Here?” He thinks out loud “no way?!” Disbelief fills him as he slowly makes his way to the door, pulling it open he’s greeted by a security guard “name?” The guard questions. Felix looks around confused “uh Lee F-Felix” he replies hesitantly as he notices the guard scan a paper before signaling to allow him entry to the other guard. “Uh w-would you guys know where Im Na-yeons office is?” He questions hesitantly. The second guard gives him a soft smile before pointing to the elevator “it’s the 8th floor, you go up this elevator and you should see her when you get out” Felix nods and makes his way toward the elevator.

As he exits he notices posters lining the walls, idol groups and bands of the company. He makes his way to the secretary seated in the desk as he steps off the elevator. “H-hi I’m looking for Im Na-yeon” he states to the girl behind the desk, she nods swiftly before picking up her phone and informing someone of his arrival. He notices her nod multiple times before hanging up the phone “Hello I’m Sana, I’m going to be showing you to Na-yeons office” she greets with a bright friendly smile extending her hand to him. He takes it hesitantly “Felix” he states as he shakes her hand. She nods “follow me”. She turns away from her desk before walking down the hall, Felix’s legs begin to feel heavy as they get further into the building. He notices a full glass office, a youngish looking woman sits at a desk. She wore a bright hot pink suit, her long brunette hair sat perfectly down her back as she typed on a computer. ‘Im Na-yeon’ the door read. Felix’s eyes drift back to the gorgeous woman once again “s-she’s Im Na-yeon” he questions nervously. Sana smiles and nods “she has a really good ear for musicians if she wants to see you it must mean she sees something in you, she hasn’t signed anyone for a while” Sana confesses as she gestured for him to go in.

He opens the door hesitantly “You came!” Na-yeon smiles as she lifts herself from the desk making her way over to him. His heart flutters as the woman wraps her arms around his neck. His hands go up in nervousness not completing the unexpected hug. She snaps and Sana comes running in with a bouquet placing it in his hands. Felix’s eyes are wide as he stares at the flowers. “I’ve noticed you for a while now” Na-yeon confesses. Felix’s eyes meet hers “me?!” He questions bewildered pointing at himself “Yes. You. What do you think we only train idols here?” She chuckles crossing her arms over her chest as Felix nods. “Well that is mainly true” she winks with a smile “but you have something and we’re looking for new ventures” she nudges him slightly. He takes a seat on the couch across from her desk. “W-what would you want me for?” He questions. Na-yeon snaps once more and Sana comes running in with a packet, placing it in his hands as well as a check. Felix’s eyes drift over the papers in his hands, a look of disbelief grows on his expression as the check reads back to him ‘1,000,000,000₩’ “t-this is..” he trails “just the signing bonus” Na-yeon a small smile forms on her lips showing her adorable bunny teeth. “You could double that in time” she winks “as long as you follow regulations” she sucks her teeth “s-so you mean all I have to do is sign?” He questions his eyes wide. “Yes, and unfortunately due to our strict policies we do require you to make some….adjustments to the line up of the band” her eyes meet his “the keyboard player she’s your girlfriend correct?” He nods hesitantly “Remove her from the band and break up with her” a sly smirk forms on her lips “we wouldn’t want a scandal or anything later down the line” she crosses her legs leaning forward placing a dainty hand on his knee.

Felix jumps slightly moving his knee from her grasp. He stares at the check in his hands, his throat sinks into his stomach. He pictures Y/N standing there behind her keyboard while he headed the band, a smile plastered on her lips. In a quick flash the image is replaced with an unfamiliar face, he felt as if he would throw up. “K-kick Y/N o-out of the band?…” his voice is practically a whisper. “Is that a problem?” Na-yeon questions, her eyebrow raising slightly. Her head tilts to the side as he sits there stunned. “You are all just like this aren’t you?” He snaps his eyes never leaving the check as he places it on the table in front of him “Like what?” She asks, her tone is sweet yet he can tell there’s venom behind the question. “You all expect people like me to just sell you their dreams and you—dreams? You think I care about your dreams? You think any of us care about your dreams? No. Look hun, YOU can sell but your band can’t. You have a look that we could work with and enhance and I have plans for you. You need money and I’m willing to give it where’s the loss there?” She cuts him off the sweetness completely gone from her tone. His head whips toward hers a glare on his face “I don’t want your dirty money! You can’t buy my dream and my life!” He grabs his guitar case lifting himself from the couch in anger. “If you keep living based on solely your dreams you’re going to continue where you are. Call me if you change your mind but the offer won’t last long there are always more pretty faces.” Na-yeon quips. He bites his lip frustratedly before storming out the door.

Felix felt as if his feet were molded in cement, the practice room smelled of mildew and stale beer. He let out a heavy sigh as he made his way through the door, “Oh look who decided to grace us with his presence!” Jisung exclaims frustratedly, Changbin and Y/N look at each other nervousness filling their faces. Felix rolls his eyes at his friend “can we just practice?” He mumbles making his way over to the electric guitar that sat beside Y/N’s keyboard. Guilt fills his stomach as she smiles brightly at him “I wrote a new song Oppa!” His eyes avoid hers as he nods and makes his way to the mic. He doesn’t notice the sad pout forming on her features as he brushes her off. Changbin touches her arm comfortingly before grabbing her song book “We should try Y/N’s song she stayed up all night writing and it’s named One More Time like us” The drummer gestures to everyone, his arms moving in a large circle. Jisung and Y/N have bright smiles as they laugh together over the title of the song. Na-yeons words ring through his ears once more, her taunting chuckle continuously going in and out of his ears. His throat felt as if there was a balloon continuously filling with air in it, his breathing grew heavy. Shakily he lifts the guitar strap over his head placing the instrument on the stand before staggering out of the room.

Y/N watches with concern slowly grabbing the bright red scarf she stowed away; she creeps from behind her keyboard, “Oppa!” She calls cheerfully trailing behind him. Felix groans to himself before tiredly turning his head to face her “What?” He growls. “This is for you” her eyes are bright as she hold out the scarf to him. Felix eyes the object, he scoffs “this…again?” Holding the scarf in one hand as if the gesture was burdensome “you give me the same thing every year! Can you for once at least be original? Like it’s not even handmade” he scolds. She nods disappointedly her eyes drifting to the ground “W-winter is coming I just want you to stay warm” Felix rolls his eyes “I can take care of myself! Why are you so clueless?” He scoffs tossing the scarf at her and storming back toward the bar. Y/N stands there gripping the scarf like her life depended on it as tears filled her eyes.

Felix grabs his guitar case forcefully as he enters the practice room. He turns and notices Jisung and Changbin seated eating and playing on their phones. “Do you guys have no ambition like honestly?! How many bowls of ramen have you eaten today?” He growls at the pair. “Why does it matter?! You were late anyway I can eat however much I want!” Changbin exclaims before taking a large amount of noodles onto his chopsticks and slurping. Felix rolls his eyes a disgusted scoff is released from his lips before he makes his way to the exit. His eyes meet Y/N’s as she enters the door, her gaze quickly drifting to the ground. His blood boils at her actions quickly shoving past her his shoulder colliding with hers. ”You better be back here for the show tonight!!” Changbin growls to him as he slams the door behind him.

The light shines brightly against Felix’s face, he felt dull almost numb. He could hear the music, the small audience cheering. His eyes drifted around the room, he observed his members playing their instruments, Y/N’s eyes are stuck on him a wide bright smile on her lips. His eyes are on the crowd, the lyrics not finding their way out. “L-let’s not do this” he mumbles. The music stops Jisung Changbin, and Y/N look at each other in confusion “Oppa, what are you doing?” Y/N whispers, he waves her off “Let’s not continue this anymore. It’s a waste of time” Felix states looking at nothing but the stage lights “Thank you to everyone that came out tonight and supported us all this time but I think this is it for us. Have a good night everyone” he states stoically, “Dude! What the hell are you doing?” Jisung exclaims bewildered “I’m giving up on this bullshit! Do you really think you can sell? Or you?” Felix growls pointing at Changbin before turning to Y/N “and Y/N…” he scoffs her name in disgust “she was only here to buy us things we needed here and there” her eyes widen. A glare sits on Jisung’s features “you bastard!” He growls gripping Felix’s shirt, forcing the taller boy to sit eye to eye with him. “WE GAVE UP EVERYTHING FOR YOU!! Y/N GAVE UP EVERYTHING EVERY CHANCE SHE HAD FOR YOU! AND YOU JUST WANT TO TOSS US TO THE SIDE LIKE WE’RE NOTHING!” Jisung’s face is a bright scarlet, his voice is booming and harsh. His hand forms a fist bringing it to Felix’s face sending the taller boy stumbling to the side with a forceful punch. “Hit me all you want! It doesn’t change anything, you can all go fuck yourselves!” Felix growls lifting himself from the ground storming out the bar. Y/N’s heart raced as she trailed behind her boyfriend. “Oppa!” She called after him, she heard him mumble under his breath “Yah Lee Felix!” She growled grabbing his arm. He forces his hand away from hers returning her glare “what?!” He snaps taking a step toward her. “What is your problem?!” She bitterly snaps. “What? You somehow disappointed now?” He quips “oh I’ve been more than disappointed for a long time” she retorts “who are you these days, like really Felix, you’ve changed so much in the past few years and it’s sickening it’s obvious where you are with all of us so I’m sorry for being such a burden” her arms cross over her chest, the large pink sweater she wore rose slightly as she turned to walk away “I just find it all a waste of time” Felix confesses venom laced in his tone, Y/N freezes and turns to face him. Felix takes a step toward her “I didn’t change I just opened my eyes like you make good food and willing to pay for anything I ask it was easy with you.But everything is boring, everything about you is boring from the way you nag me like my mother to just fucking you it’s all so fucking boring!” He growls. Eyes connecting with hers a scowl sitting on his features. Y/N’s blood boils at his word, her hand makes connection with Felix’s cheek. The sting sending shock to Felix’s core, a small subtle twinge sets in his heart. “You heartless piece of shit! You can’t even think about how I feel, I’ve loved you for years! I did everything I did for you because I loved you! You’re disgusting to me now and I’m so happy that I’m ridding you from my life now…Let’s break up!” She yells.

Felix can feel his heart hurt slightly at her declaration, he feels the tidal wave of anger flow throw him once more. He doesn’t understand why his chest was hurting so bad, he knew he’s wanted this for a while but why does the idea of her walking away hurt so badly. His anger has him pulling his phone out and dialing the familiar number “Give me the contract…” his eyes drift over Y/N’s confused features “I’ll sign, I’ll do whatever you want just come get me now!” He screams into the phone. “That didn’t take long. What have you finally grown up? Stopped thinking about petty dreams, hmm?” Na-yeon chuckles “where are you, pretty?” Felix’s leg is shaking as he sends a photo of his location “can you find me from that?!” He asks. “Oh you’re so lucky” Na-yeon giggles as a black car pulls in front of the pair. Na-yeon exits the car and makes her way over to Felix, her arms wrap around his neck and pulls him into her frame. Felix’s eyes drift to Y/N, he notices the contempt on her features, feeling petty he wraps his arms around her dainty waist. “Hello” Na-yeon smirks to the girl behind them “I’m Felix’s manager, Im Na-yeon, it’s nice to meet you. Even though we will never be seeing each other again” she giggles to herself. Y/N glares at Felix’s back “your trash!” She growls “when you fall flat on your face you won’t be able to contact me again”. Felix hesitates for a moment before taking Na-yeons hand. Y/Ns eyes are wide as Felix and Na-yeon make their way to her car hand in hand.

Strobe lights flash as Felix enters the club behind Na-yeon. A loud clap from the bunny faced girl has the music stopping and all eyes on her “Attention everyone! Please welcome Felix to the JYP entertainment family” Na-yeon smiles, she gestures a girl to come over “This is Yeji from Itzy, you two are going to be working together a lot so please get to know each other” Yeji extends her hand toward him “I’ve never done something like this before” she confesses before leaning into his ear “but I’m a really good learner and I know you can teach me a lot” her tone is seductive and full of lust. Felix’s mouth hangs open slightly, he nods.

The room was blurry as Felix grabbed another random bottle he found placed on a table. Quickly taking a large swig of the liquor his throat burns. The music is pounding, his hands wrap around Yejis waist as she grinds herself against him. Laughter fills the crowd as the pair dance. A smile plastered on the twos faces, Felix can feel Yejis arms snake around his neck as he takes another swig from the bottle “you’re really hot” she exclaims pressing her lips against his. Felix’s hands sit firmly on her waist, returning her kiss. The image of Y/N’s heartbroken face flashes in his mind has him pulling away. “S-sorry I need some air” he explains as he stumbles out of the club. The cool autumn air kisses his freckled cheeks, his legs stumbling as he begin making his way home. A flash of light catches his eye, his eyes drift to the orb. A familiar park and small pond come into focus, a small smile forms on his lips as he remembers the first time he kissed Y/N. His heart cracks in his chest as the memory replays in his mind. Stumbling his way over the small wooden divider, he stares at the lake. He pulls his phone out scrolling through the contacts before coming to the name he searched for. His thumb hovered over the green call button.

Y/N’s words replay in his mind, tears build in his eyes. “Im heartless” he scoffs to himself “you broke up with me but I’m the heartless one” he stares at her contact the urge to call her growing stronger and stronger. “JUST GET OUT OF MY MIND!!” He screams tossing the phone in the water, his drunkenness send him flailing into the water. He struggles to surface grabbing at his guitar case trying to pull himself up only to be greeted with water once again pulling him down. His eyes are drawn to a figure walking across the water stopping just out of his reach. “Help me please” he pleads before sinking once again. He notices the familiar red coat on the figure as they lean toward him. “Are you happy?” The figure calls, Felix stares at the figure as he continues to sink ‘No’ he thinks ‘I regret a lot. Can I ever be happy?’ The figure sits with a sad pout on their lips “It’s not the end okay? So take care of yourself” the figure lets out a sad sigh before taking a hold of the gold chain around their neck. The necklace consisting of two circles the other one small and resilient. The center circle sat with a small hourglass inside, taking a hold of the center circle the figure flips it. A small pout on their lips as they lift themselves from the water and make their way back. Felix can feel himself sinking lower and lower into the pond. ‘Im sorry’ he thinks as his eyes drift closed and the darkness consumes him.

Masterlist Episode 2

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The Best Part of It - Kevin Fiala

(The way he is struggling for his life in that GIF and I'm like.. it's okay. I'll breathe for you.)

A/N: So, I had this idea all along and kept saying no to it because it’s in an AU that technically does not exist on this blog, but does in my head. Only I would create an AU for my AU. 👑 anon, your original request came from the angst of the Al and Gabe (and Kup) trade. So I think this is fitting, to imagine what it would have been like for Sam and Kev last summer, if this author didn’t live in a happily ever after/denial mindset 🤣 I literally have been anguishing over this for MONTHS, but I am in love with the smut in this chapter… and I hope you enjoy! Thank you sweet 👑 anon for your patience!!

Read more about Sam and Kev here ( in their MN reality)

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ content, angst.

Darkness encloses me when my eyes open suddenly. I am groggy as I try to close my eyes again and go back to sleep. But my mind instantly begins to wander, wondering why I awoke in the first place. I don’t remember dreaming. I’m fairly certain the night is calm outside the bedroom window. I roll onto my left side, seeing the empty side of the bed.

Oh, that’s why.

Kevin is missing… for the third night in a row.

This off-season is turning out to be more tumultuous than I imagine. First, I hated the in-between. We knew nothing would happen with Kevin’s impending trade until after the Stanley Cup finals. But, it felt like the second Gabriel Landeskog hoisted the cup, turmoil began for us. We had been in Switzerland visiting his family, trying to relax when Kevin’s phone began blowing up.

“Get ready.” His agent had texted. Kevin sighed, grabbing my hand and brining it to his mouth. Hips lips pressed insistently to the large diamond that he is about to add a wedding band to in a few short weeks.

Kevin asked me how involved I wanted to be in conversations. I said not at all. My dream of us staying in Minnesota is ending and I have many feels about that. I want Kevin to focus on the fit for him. We know he will be able to secure an expensive, long term contract and he should focus on that. We both agreed no Canadian teams to make sure we stay in the U.S. Other than that, Kevin was given full freedom from me to pick our next team. I haven’t seen him much in the last few days as he has been tucked away in his father’s office on phone calls all afternoon and evening.

Last night, after dinner, Kevin had pulled me aside to speak away from his family.

“I’m closing in between two teams.” He told me, stroking my hair back from my face.

“Okay.” I smiled assuringly at him. It doesn’t reach my eyes. I can’t get it there yet.

“One is L.A., the other is Seattle.” I nod my head, surprised to hear of the latter. “What do you think?”

“Either one would be fine.” He nods then wraps me into a hug. “We are almost there, baby.” I know he is trying to reassure me, but instead I feel another crack ricochet through my heart.

I sigh now, remembering the turmoil he tried to hide from me this evening too. He had a specific window to talk to LA that closed last night before he could make a decision. Things have been difficult to navigate with the large time zone gap from where we are and Los Angeles. I think this is also giving Kevin pause. But Seattle is no different. This distance from family is seemingly his reality no matter where he is. And soon I will understand what it’s like to ache for home like he does.

I stretch my arms and legs out, then haul myself to a sitting position. Knowing Kevin is out of bed, likely stressed, means any hope of me going back to bed is gone. I want to get my hands and eyes on him. I walk over to the window that looks out in the backyard, not surprised at all to see him sitting by the edge of the pool. The lights are on and illuminate his form in the otherwise dark night.

Kevin is dragging his feet across the surface of the water when I step outside. Waves and rings radiate out from under his feet. My steps are soft, silent in their approach until Kevin sees me out of his peripheral vision. He glances up, not even smiling in greeting. He looks back at the pool.

I sit down, letting my feet gently glide into the water next to his. His hands are stuffed into the pocket of his Wild sweatshirt. I push my left hand inside it to fold into his right one. Then, I press my lips to his bicep.

"This decision might get clearer if you got some sleep.” I mumble.

"I don't think so. I close my eyes and my mind won't stop racing with these options.”

“Maybe you just need more time.”

“I don’t have more time. I need to give Craig an answer by the end of the day in California.” Craig is his agent and has been the driving force behind the intense negotiations the last few days.

“You’re going to make the right decision.” I card my fingers through the side of his head, gripping his neck before releasing him.

“Why is this so hard, babe? I’m being offered millions of dollars to live my dream and I can’t decide where to go.” He shakes his head in frustration. “Seven years of our lives and I have to make that decision in hours.”

“Because it is hard, Kev.” I trace a heart on his thigh closest to me. “And we pictured something else.”

“Babies and a house in Woodbury and your parents ten minutes down the road to help with the kids.” He mumbles spitefully.

"It's still me and you though… right? Forever. No matter where you play.” He nods. "And I know part of this struggle is because you're sad." He looks down at the pool water. "I hope you'll still let yourself be sad after today too.”

"I wanted it. Not just for me but for us.”

"I know and it's been taken from you."

"I'm really worried about you. I'm scared you won't want this anymore." He whispers, mouth falling into a deeper frown. "Or me.”

"All I need is you. We are good." Kevin slowly shakes his head. "I'm serious. Your dream is about to come true again. We are great, baby.”

"Then why do you feel so far away from me right now?” He kicks at the water and we both watch the droplets fall back into the pool across from us. All I can do is shrug in response and squeeze his hand tighter in mine.

"Have you decided and you just don't want to tell me?" He doesn't respond. My heart cracks a bit. Tears blur my vision. I hate this. I wish we weren't here. I wish this wasn't happening. I wish it had happened the exact way I imagined it would and not like this. I lay my head on his shoulder. He unlaces our hands to wrap that arm around me. He squeezes me tight to him.

"It's LA." I nod. Two tears race down my cheeks. My chin wobbles with the reality of our time in Minnesota being over. This is it. Our worst case scenario of leaving is reality. My body becomes heavy. Breathing feels laborious.

"Okay. LA... Go Kings Go?" I question, pushing through my sadness to be his supportive partner. He chuckles.

"I think so." His lips brush against my hair.

"Congratulations, babe. I'm so proud of you." I pull away to hold his cheeks. "You deserved this. You've worked so hard. It’s Minnesota’s loss.” He slowly cups my cheeks back, long strokes of his thumbs to gather my tear tracks.

“I think it’s ours too, Sam. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.”

“I am though. But also really thankful for my time there. I’m leaving Minnesota, but taking the best part of it with me to California. I’m so happy I get to share this with you." I smile softly back, leaning forward to kiss him. It's an aching kiss but the uneasiness between us disappears with it.

"You think we could go to bed now? Maybe get some sleep.”

"We can go to bed... but I don't have sleep in mind." He leans forward, tiling his head to sink his teeth jokingly into my throat. "Wanna mark this neck as mine." I hold the back of his head while he nips his way up to my ear. He sucks the lobe into his mouth. My eyes close in response. “Wanna watch as you bite your lips to keep quiet.” I lean my head into his as he pulls my shirt to the side. He sucks the skin of my shoulder into his mouth, abusing it with his teeth. He isn’t satisfied until he leaves a wet, purpling shape. Then he lets the cotton snap back into place. “Until you can’t hold back anymore and your sweet moan fills my mouth.”

“Kev.” I moan as if on command.

“Mmmm, yeah. Just like that.”

His hands wind under my thighs. He lifts me into his arms. Our wet feet and legs drip along the concrete to the patio door. I reach behind my back and push the door open. Then, I place my chin on his shoulder, softly bumping against it with each of his steps. We quietly go into our room where I shut the door with a soft click.

Kevin brings me to the bed, carefully laying me down. He stays standing, trailing his fingers along my body. He grabs the edge of my sweatshirt, pushing it up to expose my skin. Goosebumps protrude as his lips coat along the waistband of my shorts. I reach for his head, putting my fingers through the brown strands. As he moves up my body, my hand falls to his shoulder then down his abdomen. His cock twitches when I graze it over his shorts.

I push him back so I can fall to my knees at the end of the bed. He watches with glazed eyes at I pull him from his shorts. He jolts out in front of my lips. I play with the plump head, smearing my lips with him and collecting salty, pre-cum. Kevin slowly gathers my hair into a pony tail, keeping his hold loose. I drag my gaze up his thick abdomen, making eye contact with him as I work him into my mouth. He groans, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Fuck.” Desire curls in my core at his breathy curse.

I suck him back farther, rolling my tongue along the underside of his cock. I push my hand up to meet my lips. More saltiness dribbles out of his slit. His fingers bunch my sweatshirt up over my breasts. He rubs my nipples between all ten of his fingers, working them over like he is obsessed with their texture. I choke on him but moan, vibrating him against the back of my throat. He presses his hips forward more, eyes finally closing shut in pleasure like he can barely take it. His head stays tilted back toward the ceiling as I increase my strokes.

“Feels so fucking good.” It’s a strangled whisper. He pinches my nipples hard as his cock presses all the way back and partially down my throat. “Uh.” He widens his stances pulling back then fucking down my throat. He tilts his head back down to me with a quick inhale. I throb around the emptiness, whining as I take my time removing him from my mouth. I sit back on my knees as he drags his thumb along my bottom lip, musing it, pressing into the center until it turns white then explodes with red as the blood rushes back. “Get back in the bed, baby.” My pussy pulses in anticipation.

I work myself up to the edge, settling on my back to watch his slow, strip tease of me and him. By the time we are both naked, I need him more than I need to breathe.

“Quiet.” He reminds me as he strokes a finger through my folds.

He plays with me, rolling his finger trips and exploring my wet heat like he wants to memorize every part of it. It makes me ache. He brings his other hand up, thrusting two fingers in, then curling up. His thumb does soft strokes on my clit. I widen my legs with each pass, beginning to rock desperately into the fingers that hit my spot. My wetness fills the room. Kevin chews his bottom lip before he leans down, sucking my clit deep into his mouth. His cheeks cave in, tongue coming up to lap at the swollen bud.

“Oh.” I moan profoundly.

I bring my hand up, sucking the flesh of my palm inside to keep my noises from exploding into the room. My eyes squeeze shut in pleasure as my orgasm builds beneath Kevin’s mouth. When he takes another long, generous pass over my clit with his tongue, I come. His mouth becomes a vacuum and he sucks me hard through the waves. I clamp my thighs around his head to shudder until he is forcefully opening them to escape.

He grips his shaft, teasing my over stimulated clit with his head. He strokes down, finding my soaked entrance. He presses into me fully, then dragging out slowly. He breathes and grunts at the same time.

“Baby..” Ecstasy has his pupils blown wide when they meet mine. He sees the same visual from me. “I love you.” How he can speak is beyond me. It feels so good I can’t function. Words fail. Noises are stuck. My eyes can barely focus on him and yet also can’t see anything else.

“I love you.” I choke out in desperation. “Oh.” It’s loud, Kevin grins, then leans forward to cover my mouth as he increases his thrusts. His balls begin to slap my pussy. He changes the angle to quiet the smacking noise, driving deep and perfectly. My moans push at his hand, making it vibrate against my face. I reach wildly for his other hand, weaving our fingers together and gripping them hard.

“Yeah. That feel good, baby? You like when I fuck you like this?” I nod wildly. “Love fucking you so good you can’t stay quiet.” Heat builds along my skin with my hot breath. My pussy clenches him as my orgasm rises from deep in my core. I turn my face away from his hand, he brings it to my neck, holding there as I bite down on the comforter. The pleasure builds and builds. It’s so incredible. Amazing. Pure primal satisfaction that grips me hard then violently shoves me into explosive, white hot heat. The force got my orgasm squeezes Kevin so hard his knees buckle.

“Oh fuck!” Kevin shouts. He launches forward, sinking his mouth into my shoulder to catch his groans as he comes. His cock sputters with each jerky pump of his hips into me. I close my eyes, wrapping my legs and arms around him to keep him close. One of his hands goes to my hair, tangling in the strands, while the other, grips my arm around his neck. Our skin sticks together greedily.

“Fuck you so good you can’t stay quiet.” I whisper his words into his ear.

He chuckles, pulling up so he can kiss my lips. His thumb strokes my cheek as our tongues meld together. We taste like each other’s sex. It’s addictive. I never want it to end or for him to slide out of me.

Eventually he must.

He grabs a towel to clean me up because I’m too tired and incapacitated to go do it myself. After that, he drags me into his body, tracing circles along my spine until his hand falls still and his breathing air raises his chest. Our naked skin is still warm from before. He sleeps easily for the first time in days. I can’t help but ghost my fingers along his nose and cheeks. He doesn’t even stir. He looks achingly perfect right now in my arms.

“I love you so much.” I coo to his sleeping face. He twitches slightly. His arms instinctively pull me closer in his sleep, then he settles completely. I smile, resting my head against his bicep to leave him be.

I let myself think about L.A. again, wondering if we will still be these people at this time next year. Will we still love each other as much as we do right now? Or will this change tear us to shreds? A contentment in the depth of my gut tells me we will be okay.

I have no idea that at this time next year, we will be preparing to become a family of three, ready for the next, life-changing moment together.

#Letters in Your Last Name AU #hockey writing #my writing #NHL Fan fiction #writing request

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It's A Game We Play: Chapter 5

Pairings: Geraskier, Yennskier, Radskier

Characters: Jaskier, Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Radovid, original female characters, Essi Daven, Priscilla, Ciri of Cintra, Valdo Marx

Additional tags: inspired by Mamma Mia! (movies), crack, alpha/omega/beta dynamics, omega jaskier, alpha geralt, alpha yennefer, beta radovid, awkwardness, jaskier is a good parent, protective jaskier, weddings, found family, post mpreg, fluff and humor, alternate universe-modern setting, jaskier is having the worst time of his life, valdo is here to make everything worse, confusion, banter, insecure jaskier, internalized slut shaming

Rating: teen and up audiences

Full word count: 13,761 words

Chapter word count: 3,051 words

Chapters: 5/?

Summary: Jaskier's daughter is about to marry the love of her life, and she decides she wants both her parents at her wedding. Only problem is that Jaskier has slept with a little too many people in his youth, so the identity of the other parent is a mystery. That does not stop the bride-to-be from inviting three potential daddy candidates and unleashing absolute chaos in the process.

Otherwise known as Jaskier's terrible horrible no good past decisions leading to terrible horrible no good outcomes. Also known as the Mamma Mia! AU nobody asked for, but I wrote it anyway.

Chapter summary: In which Jaskier has to deal with PVSD (post-Valdo Stress Disorder), feral goats, and three people from his past that he thought would never ever see again.

Author's notes: Jaskier deserves a break, but he isn't getting one. Sorry, my poor son. I'm continuing my stride of inflicting more emotional turmoil on these poor, unfortunate souls.

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By the time Jaskier got home, he managed to calm down a little bit. Well, he wasn't ready to commit gruesome murder anymore, but his brain was still ticking like a bomb just imagining Valdo Marx's smug grin. Why was this happening to him? What has he done to deserve this? It must have been a cruel, sick play of fate that Sara's mother happened to be best friends with the manager of Valdo's annoying theater band. Jaskier would have to sit down with her and beg her to pick someone else- surely there were other bands that wouldn't ask for millions just to play at a small wedding!

Worst case scenario, he would ask Priscilla and Essi to back him up and play some Sandpipers songs. Amaryllis specifically asked him not to play, because she wanted Jaskier there as a father, not as an employee, but desperate times called for dramatic measures. Either way, Jaskier needed to figure out a way to get rid of his rival before he ruined his beloved baby's big day.

The inn was bustling with guests at this time of the year. Each of them greeted Jaskier happily when he walked through the door. It made Jaskier smile. He had many guests who returned each year, and he saw new faces as well all the time. It was a small business, but people loved the Dandelion Inn, and its owner. Jaskier just wished the costs of holding up a place like that would be cheaper. He's been struggling with paying the bills on time lately, and since the inn was a mostly seasonal business, he had trouble scraping enough money together in the quieter months. But Jaskier promised Auntie he wouldn't let the inn fall apart, no matter what happened.

"Have you seen Amaryllis today?" Jaskier asked Angela, his receptionist. She was a sweet old lady who was hired by Auntie, and Jaskier refused to kick her out, even though she worked slowly and kept mixing up the room numbers. In fact, Jaskier refused to fire anyone from the old staff. There weren't many job opportunities on the island, and even though Jaskier struggled with the costs of keeping all the staff, he didn't want to put them out on the street.

"She had to go to the library, emergency call," Angela explained, not even looking up from her magazine. Jaskier raised an eyebrow.

"Emergency? In a library?"

"The pipes started leaking and she was called in for emergency inventory. But before that, she dropped off a girl here and said something about the goat shed, but I couldn't hear her, you know my ear isn't that good anymore, dear."

"Okay," Jaskier concluded with a sigh. "Wait, what girl? Sara?"

"No, not Sara! I would recognize her! No, it's that one, sitting at that table!"

Jaskier turned to where Angela pointed. A teenage girl with ashen blonde hair was sitting at a table in the lobby, doodling in the guest book. Jaskier didn't recognize her as one of the guests, but with his head being all over the place lately, it was entirely possible he just forgot he's seen her before.

The girl looked up from the guest book and caught Jaskier staring. She grinned and waved at him. Jaskier waved back with a smile. Yeah, must have been one of the guests. He needed to keep better track of these things.

Amaryllis did help him out at the inn when she could, but she had a job at the library and couldn't always be there. Which was a shame, because her memory was much better than Jaskier's. Unfortunately, Jaskier was getting old, he needed to accept it.

"Did Amaryllis say if she fed the goats?" He asked Angela. She didn't react.

"Angela!"

"What was that, dear? You know my hearing isn't great!"

"The goats," Jaskier said louder, articulating each word, "did Amaryllis feed them?"

"I don't know, I don't think so."

Jaskier sighed, slumping against the reception desk. "Great. I'll have to deal with those stinky beasts again."

Another thing Auntie entrusted him with before she died was taking care of her herd of goats. As much as Jaskier loved his aunt, he did curse her sometimes for leaving those animals in his care. He inherited the whole place: not just the inn, but the small flat connected to it where he now lived, and that godforsaken goat shed in the yard.

Jaskier was pretty sure those goats had a personal agenda against him. They were so sweet with the guests, patiently letting small children pet them. They even posed for photos. And they absolutely adored Amaryllis, who, for some reason Jaskier couldn't comprehend, loved those monsters back. Jaskier still remembered the headache when his five years old daughter toddled inside the house with a baby goat in her arms and asked Jaskier if the goat could sleep in her bed. When Jaskier said no, Amaryllis managed to smuggle it in anyway, causing Jaskier a near heart attack when he pulled back the covers one day, and found a goat in the bed instead of his child.

Despite their otherwise sweet behavior, the goats acted completely feral around Jaskier. They bit him and knocked him over constantly, and Jaskier was sure his eardrums would give in one day with how loud they kept screaming. Maybe they sensed he wasn't exactly fond of them. All the same, they were a necessary evil that came with his inheritance.

He changed his clothes quickly, because he was sure his pretty floral shirt would be ripped apart by the goats. He changed it to a simple white shirt and a pair of comfortable shorts before he grabbed a bucket, cursing under his breath all the way to the shed.

"First Valdo Marx, then these fucking goats," Jaskier huffed, "what's next? The aliens will come to abduct me? Fuck's sake. Emergency inventory, my god. As if they don't have several copies of War and Peace. No, let's save the books, it's all fine, who cares that I will be murdered by these monsters?"

He came to a halt before the shed, taking several deep breaths. Alright, he needed to calm down a little bit. He experienced too much stress lately with the wedding planning. Deep breaths, positive thoughts, he told himself. Everything was gonna be okay.

He opened the door and slipped inside the shed, holding the bucket out in front of him like a shield. Just like that, one of the goats, an old, black one that Jaskier was convinced was Satan himself in disguise, knocked into it, sending vegetables flying.

"Asshole," Jaskier huffed, entangling the goat's horns that got twisted in the handle of the bucket. "I brought you lunch, and that's how you thank me!?"

He heard something stir in the corner. One of the baby goats kept sniffing at a large haystack, craning its neck to look behind it. It started stomping on the floor with its hooves, the sound not helping Jaskier's impending headache.

"The hell are you doing there...?"

Jaskier's face went pale when he noticed something that looked like a human leg, pulling back behind the haystack. The blood ran cold in his veins. Someone was in his shed.

"Amaryllis?" He tried. No response came. Jaskier's heart pounded like a hammer inside his chest. He slowly approached the haystack, the hairs on his arms standing on end. When he said he was gonna be abducted, he meant it as a joke!

"Who's there?" Jaskier called again, trying to will his voice not to tremble. "I have a metal bucket in my hands, it hits hard! And I have pepper spray in my pocket! And a rape whistle! I would reveal myself if I were you before it was too late, because I'm... I'm feral!"

A hand emerged from behind the haystack, palm up, as if signaling they came with peace. Jaskier still held onto the bucket, just in case.

The rest of the stranger's body was revealed. Jaskier's eyes widened, and his mouth fell agape. He wobbled on his feet, white noise filling his head. His vision started to swim as amber eyes looked into his own. Familiar white hair, with a few pieces of hay stuck into it. A painfully sharp jawline, now covered with a beard. A tall, broad built, that didn't seem to change all that much since Jaskier last saw him. And he still wore black, from head to toe.

Before Jaskier had a chance to say or do anything, another figure emerged from behind the hay. Jaskier's jaw somehow dropped even lower as he spotted that reddish-blond hair, and those always inquiring blue eyes. Sharp features with thicker stubble than last time. That lean body, clad in expensive clothes. That careful little smile.

Jaskier dropped the bucket, the sound like a gunshot when the third figure came in sight. Black hair, not reaching the middle of her back anymore, just falling past her shoulders. Intense violet eyes. Plump lips, a little chapped. Warm skin and a black dress that hugged her still perfect body.

They all changed here and there, but they mostly looked the same. There was no mistaking them for anyone else. Now, Jaskier only had one question.

"What in the fucking fuck of a fucking hell you all are doing here!?"

"Jaskier," Radovid spoke first, his voice dripping with fake confidence, even though his eyes looked alarmed at Jaskier's outburst. "It's so good to see you, again."

"What are you doing in my goat shed," Jaskier wasn't proud of the way his voice came out as a whimper. But, excuse his French, he was shocked as all hell. Three figures from his past, three people he's romanced literal decades ago, the three people in the sea of his one-night stands that left the biggest mark on him, now stood in front of him. He blinked several times, but the vision didn't pass. They remained standing there, confused, as if they weren't the ones who showed up here for no reason.

"That's a long story," Yennefer sighed. She wrapped her arms around herself as she blinked up at Jaskier. "Shit, it's been a while. I don't know what I'm supposed to say."

"Me neither," Geralt chimed in. He gave Jaskier a small, uncertain smile. Jaskier did his best to ignore the feeling it gave him. "You look..."

"No, no, you're not getting out of this without an explanation," Jaskier scoffed. He put his hands on his hips, glaring at them with all the anger he could muster. "Why are you even on the island? What do you want?"

"What do you mean," Radovid chuckled, a little bitterly, "what do we want? Is this a joke?"

"If it is, it's not funny," Yennefer scoffed. She gently pushed a baby goat away that tried to chew on her dress. "We didn't travel hours on a fucking ferry for you to pretend like you don't know why we're here."

"What!?" Jaskier could feel himself getting hysterical. "What kind of sick prank is this? Which one of you came up with this? How do you even know each other!?"

"Jaskier, we came as quickly as we could," Geralt said. "We dropped everything at home just to come here. It's been... a very weird and exhausting couple of hours. Would you tell us what's going on?"

"Me? You tell me what's going on! I haven't seen your faces in twenty years, and now you suddenly pop up in my freaking goat shed!? And I'm the one who owes YOU an explanation!?"

"You were the one who wrote to us!" Radovid said, pointing a finger at Jaskier and making him raise an eyebrow.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You sent us all an ominous letter, about some life and death situation and how we needed to come see you in person," Yennefer explained. "And that we should pack enough clothes for a few weeks. You promised you would be at the dock, but it was actually your..."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait," Jaskier interrupted her, holding his hands up. He looked over all of them, his confusion growing with each passing second. "Hold your goddamn horses. I did not write you a letter. I didn't write a letter to anyone, let alone the three of you."

"Okay, then what is this?" Geralt asked, reaching into his pocket. He handed Jaskier a crumpled piece of paper. Jaskier skimmed it. The lines blurred together in front of his eyes as he realized what happened.

"That's not my handwriting," he whispered to mostly himself, "that's Amaryllis's."

Oh, holy sweet cow. It all started to make sense. Amaryllis asking about her other parent. Her expressing the need to find out who it is, so they could be there at her wedding. His diary mysteriously switching places in his drawer. He did not misplace that diary. Amaryllis must've taken it out and read it. And she was a smart girl, and a very determined one, as well... if she read it all, if she read about Jaskier's affairs, she put the pieces together - the pieces that Jaskier never dared to.

He nearly collapsed. He only managed to stay on his feet because Geralt caught him around the waist, holding him up.

"You okay?" He asked, his eyes full of concern. The other two moved closer, hovering at his side anxiously. He was surrounded by them in his anguish. It triggered an old dream, a wish he had made a long time ago. Memories flooded his brain, memories of the most intense pain he has ever felt in his life. Pathetically sobbing for someone to come and hold him - Geralt, Radovid, Yennefer, someone, please. I can't do this alone. I wish you were here and held my hand. Auntie, why did you have to leave me so soon? Hell, Mum, I hate you for what you did to me, but I would settle for even you. I just don't wanna give birth alone, don't wanna raise this baby alone, I'm scared, I can't do this...

"My daughter wrote to you," Jaskier whispered. He tore himself away from them, stumbling on his feet. "She pretended to be me to lure you here."

"Fuck," Yennefer whispered, "we've met her."

Jaskier snorted. "You did, huh? I guess she was the one waiting on the docks, then."

"Indeed," Radovid sighed. "She said something about how we should get to know each other better before her wedding, and that one of us should be there for some reason. Then, she practically shoved us back in our cars and told us to drive here. She made us hide out here and she promised she would explain everything, but she got a phone call and left."

"This isn't real," Jaskier laughed hysterically, shaking his head. "This is a nightmare. No, actually, I think I'm dead. And now I'm in hell. Oh, I might be burning soon!"

"Why did Amaryllis write to us?" Geralt asked. "And why does she want us to be there at her wedding?"

"Oh, that's gonna be great. Just absolutely gorgeous. I'm going to strangle her."

"Jaskier," Yennefer hissed, "would you calm down and tell us what's going on!?"

"So, none of you have a hunch," Jaskier snorted. He sighed deeply at their confused stares. "Well, I assume you all realized I've gotten to know each of you pretty well in the past."

"Yeah, we got that," Radovid huffed. Jaskier ignored the emotion the sheer jealousy in his voice evoked in him.

"Well. I have a suggestion why Amaryllis picked you three out of my past affairs, specifically."

Geralt sent him a confused look. "Why?"

"I assume it's because she read my diary, where I wrote about you. And the entries were dated. And well, she might have done a little bit of Math. Which wasn't difficult, considering I'm unmated, so no known daddy or mommy disrupting this lovely picture."

Recognition soon started seeping into their eyes. Their faces turned pale simultaneously.

"When was Amaryllis born?" Radovid asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Jaskier rubbed at his temples, feeling his headache increase.

"May 2003. You're good at Math, aren't you?"

"Now I wish I wasn't," Radovid groaned. Yennefer's eyes widened.

"You're implying that one of us...?"

Geralt swore under his breath. Jaskier imagined the goat shed collapsing over them. He wished it would happen.

"That one of you is Amaryllis's other parent, yes. And she clearly figured that out, too. Congratulations to someone here, I guess."

The silence was deafening except for the goats bleating in the background. Jaskier's three ex lovers stood still as statues, none of them daring to say anything. Jaskier felt a tear run down his face, but he felt too exhausted to wipe it off.

He struggled so hard to forget about them, to erase their smiles, their voices from his mind. To stop remembering their warmth, the feeling of their arms around him. The thought of seeking them out was constantly on the back of his mind after he found out he was pregnant. He knew their address, but he also knew that he didn't mean anything to either of them, not the way they meant to him. They had other things to take care of, and Jaskier wasn't one of them. Would they have even come back, if they found out Jaskier was pregnant? Would they have cared at all? Geralt, with his insistence that he couldn't give Jaskier what he wanted anyway, Radovid with that giant company, and Yennefer who had better hopes than tying herself down on a tiny island - they wouldn't have come back for him, no way.

Why they were here now, Jaskier didn't understand. Why now, after so many years? How come they didn't forget about him? Why were they standing here, staring at him in confusion, after twenty years, just because of a stupid letter?

Maybe it was because they actually... no, he couldn't allow himself to go there. They didn't love him. Not like that. This was all just a giant misunderstanding.

Jaskier felt like he was going to get sick. This was just too much.

He faintly heard them calling his name as he stormed out of the shed, but he didn't turn around.

#geraskier #yennskier #radskier #a/b/o #jaskier #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #radovid #omega jaskier #alpha geralt #alpha yennefer #beta radovid #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic #my fic #mamma mia au

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