#i would be hooting and hollering and clapping and cheering for him . personally

[mtsodie]

everyones a damn hater

[laf-outloud]

I hope you don't mind that you're the person I'm sharing my thoughts with on this and I know it's a few weeks later but I finally caught up with the con videos from CE Dallas. Not only did Jensen appear to be surprisingly arrogant in the gold panel but his demeanor completely changed in the main panel which I think is due to his folks being there. While displaying his public persona, answering people's questions, and entertaining the crowd is doing his job/being performative in and of itself, he almost seemed more performative in this one if that makes sense? Like his answer to this girl's question about finishing grad school:

https://youtu.be/9ZWVwPkDR2Y

While it's good advice, it felt as if it was something he was saying for his parents' benefit. I'm glad Jared was lightening it up with his funny reactions (Jared's presence really does balance things out). The whole cheering Jensen after he gave his first answer about putting your nose to the grindstone and doing the work was just absolutely cringe and you can tell those were the AA's in the room. You want to agree with what he said? That's fine. Clap then. Hooting and hollering like that was ridiculous. Then the yells once he mentions DOOL...these people know his parents are in the audience, come on. I think this AA shit is definitely what has gone to his head. And I think he's very aware of it, too. Like when that next to last person said they didn't care for Soldier Boy, he knew what the reaction would be from the other fans so he joked "I would just go out that exit behind you, don't even go back and sit down." Like, dude, that kind of reaction isn't healthy! While I get the joke he was making, it just pisses me off when he does crap like that because it only encourages the AA psychopathy (like that lady telling him she worships the ground he walks on before this question). While he seemed okay with her opinion (which he should be, he's an actor for crying out loud, his performances will always be critiqued and some may like them, some may not), instead of "leading by example" for the AA's, he negates her opinion with that shit. Him even making the joke about Jared having a stroke? Again, I get it, it's a joke, but didn't Rob, his buddy, have a stroke a few years ago? And I find it hysterical that it's okay that Deirdre Hall spoke to him like that but "Bitch Alba" was such a problem because she dared to call him "window dressing" which incidentally he joked about being that at this con. Not to say that there weren't problems on the Dark Angel set, we all know there was, but come on. We didn't hear him talk about Deirdre in a misogynistic manner like an overgrown frat boy and that probably was due to his parents being there and that he respects Deirdre but not Jessica (probably because she was younger than him) even though he claimed that he hung out with her and eventually got along with her and she even held him when he got the news that his grandfather passed.

This con was frustrating for me as far as Jensen was concerned. The last con before Dallas I enjoyed a lot better. He seemed happier and not as much of an arrogant douchebag as he was in his home state. I think I had a moment of "who the hell is this guy?" especially in the gold panel. His AA's have really turned me off to fandom and following any content of his on here and other social media platforms, and while he hasn't had the best year, I still was a fan following his work. But these days, especially after this con, The Winchesters (and the Golem incident & now Drake's confirmation of how The Winchesters is being written/conceived) & his response (or lack thereof) to the Atomic Heart controversy (dude, it literally takes two seconds to just be empathetic or have your team release a statement), it's getting harder and harder to continue being a fan of his. I'm just so very disappointed.

I don't give a shit that this guy is good looking or how much money he makes or what famous connections he has (according to him and AA's) or who he sleeps with on the regular. I care more about the work he puts out, the work he puts into each project (and ask him why the fuck the Winchesters even exists besides being an obvious cash grab and just what "multi-season idea" they had considering they literally started one year before Dean time travels and meets Mary back in the original show), and how he conducts himself as a public persona. And so far, on all three fronts, he's not only lowering the bar for himself, it also feels like he's completely checked out, mailing it in, and hoping to coast by on his name, fame, and looks. And he'll make up whatever difference by name dropping, relying on the AA's consistent (and disingenuous) praise & support of him (while also playing into their fantasies and purposely baiting them so they'll open up their wallets & continue adoring him from afar), letting his wife and Robbie run his legacy into the ground as long as they ride that cash cow to the finish line somehow, and snarking pettily (and unprofessionally) back at any form of legitimate criticism (the only reason he didn't snap at the girl who wasn't a fan of Soldier Boy is because his parents were in the room, guaranteed). Very, very disappointing.

Thank you for letting me get that off my chest.

Thank you for sharing, anon. I'm sorry you're feeling this way. It's hard to see a favorite actor make inexplicable decisions that are either heartless, or ego-driven and act like none of it matters. Especially since you seem to have really cared about him as a person (as opposed to AA's who see him as their self-insert blow-up doll, and are basically encouraged to do so.)

"I care more about the work he puts out, the work he puts into each project...and how he conducts himself as a public persona."

You've hit the nail on the head with this statement. Jensen talks about doing the hard work and being dedicated to the craft, but the results tell a completely opposite story of minimal care regarding TW and the SPN legacy (including his anemic SM promotion attempts), little research into the Atomic Heart ad, and what appears to be very little character work and consistency in his other roles. He talks the talk, but doesn't walk the walk, so to say.

I could say more, but your post really outlined a lot of the issues reasonable fans of his are seeing and why so many are frustrated with Jensen. Hopefully, this is just a mid-life crisis bump in the road due to a lack of clear purpose in his career and Jensen can use this time as a learning experience to make better choices in the future.

Thank you again for sharing your thoughts, and feel free to do so anytime!

[peachys-archived-posts]

Drop Back By

Summary: A magnet for trouble in the state of Jersey plans to steal something from a big event, Lupin and his gang have already began to steal it, and Jigen doesn't plan on letting you get in his way or hurt.

Warning: minor violence

My AO3

You were a local thief in the state of Jersey, you'd never been caught before but you sure had close encounters with other thieves. Getting out of trouble unscathed was rare, they were brutal, all of them. Tonight would be different this time, you would make sure it was, yet a feeling of unease settled in when the party was really about to get started.

The host spoke over the microphone, everyone around you smiling, clapping, hooting, and hollering, and over all of the commotion, your attention was focused on the itch between your shoulder blades. You looked around in search of any peering eyes from the neighboring tables, yet, you saw no one.

Trying to ignore the feeling, you listened in on the speech, and cheered along with everyone else.

Jigen leaned against the wall, a hand in his pocket and the other raising the cold bourbon to his lips, watching you closely. He noticed you glancing around, obvious discomfort on your face, you never seemed to spot him though. This didn't surprise him as you were no expert of course.

The piece in his ear crackled to life, snapping him from his daze.

"Do you have a clear visual?" Lupin asked.

"Yeah-" Jigen froze, his eyes scanning the table you had just been at, he moved closer. The white fabric is stained with the wine offered at the bar, his head snapped in the direction of muffled cries.

Your hands pulled and scraped at the hand around your mouth, the firm arm around your waist preventing you from making a move to escape. You struggled against them, your muffled screams seeming to have caught the attention of one specific person.

Jigen grabbed his gun from it's holster, firing at your captor. A few shots in and they fall to the ground, scrambling away from where they dropped you.

Screams rang out and the power cut, it was hectic trying to even stand. You couldn't see the hundreds of feet thundering by, leaving you stranded on the floor, you weren't even sure how visible you were to anyone else.

Jigen's vision adjusted, allowing him to have a clear run at you. Running to you, he linked his arm under yours and pulled you up to your feet.

"Are you okay?!" He yelled over the shouting. The piece in his ear made it even harder to hear what you were saying, frustration began to rise. "I'm okay, thank you!" You yelled back.

Jigen's hand slid from your bicep to the palm of your hand, tugging you towards Lupin. He snatched out the earpiece and threw it to the ground.

He butted open a door and pulled you close behind him and you ran. Black figures further down the hallway blocked your way, "Get down!" Jigen yelled at you.

Letting your hand slip from his, you tumbled and rolled out of range of the other thieves. Jigen wasted no time in dropping them one by one, right after the other. As you watched from the sidelines in awe, you were grasped harshly around the arm.

Panicked, you pulled your pistol from it's holster and slammed it against your "to be" captors head. Groaning in pain they released your arm to clutch their head.

"C'mon, there's more coming!" Jigen warned, offering you a hand. Gladly taking it, he heaved you up and the two of you set back off down the hallway. Men shouted from behind as you ran, having to slow down at the next turn so as to not bust your ass.

The door at the end of the hallway was thrown open by a gentleman in a red jacket, he ushered both you and Jigen in. Turning on his heel, Jigen fired the last few shots towards the rest of them, Lupin rushing to slam the door shut tight.

Running over to behind him you grabbed the back of the bookshelves.

"Move!" You ordered.

Jigen and Lupin obeyed, watched you throw the book case down, blocking the door. Your chest heaved, the faint ache in your legs just telling you how much more you needed to do. This job was nothing for the lazy, but in fact the opposite.

"You guys okay?" Lupin asked. You turned to face him, he stood beside Jigen with a concerned look on his face. "Yeah, I'm okay." You responded. Jigen nodded, "Out of breath,"

Lupin nodded, turning towards a locker in the corner of the room, he pulled a duffle full of stuff out and zipped it up.

"Lupin, are you fine here by yourself?" Jigen asked his partner. Lupin looked at him with a cocky grin. "Of course,"

Jigen turned to you. "C'mon, I'll take you home." He offered.

Jigen opened the exit to the back of the building, stepping to the side to allow you to leave first. Nodding your head, you thanked him quietly. The door clicked shut behind you and he took the lead, tugging keys out of his pocket as he walked. He stopped at a yellow soft-top Mercedes, climbing into the passenger seat, you laid your head back, taking in a shaky breath.

The engine rumbled to life, Jigen reached over, shuting his door. Reaching up and adjusting the rear view, he also reaches towards the dash and presses a button. The soft-top slowly raised above your head, clicking into place.

"Pass me a cigarette will you?" Jigen outstretched his hand for you to pass him a cig. You reached forward and grabbed one from the pile on the dash. "Thank you," He grabbed it from your hand, bringing it to his lips and lighting it.

You couldn't help but stare out the window in thought, the night started out just fine and then it went to shit. The fact that it all happened so fast still shocked you.

"What's your name?" You asked.

Jigen looked over at you, his hat covering his eyes. "Jigen."

Putting the car in drive, he looked at you. "What's your address?" He asked.

You gave him your address and silence filtered over the two of you. There were questions left unanswered that you wanted to know.

"Why?" You pondered aloud. "Why did you do what you did, Jigen?" You asked.

Jigen took the cigarette from his mouth, flicking the ash out the cracked window. "Because, you have a reputation for attracting trouble, and we didn't plan on letting that intervene." He said.

Harsh, but at least it wasn't a lie.

"What about those other guys? Do you know why they were after me?" You asked.

Jigen hummed. "No, I figured you already knew." He explained.

"Oh,"

Looking away from him and out the window you leaned against the glass, closing your eyes. It wasn't long before Jigen was nudging you to conscience. "We're here."

You lifted your head from the window, a light blush spreading across your cheeks. You must have fallen asleep on the way here without realizing. Gathering whatever stuff you may have laid about, you opened the car door and closed it behind you. As you walked to his door, Jigen rolled the window down.

"I just wanted to say, thank you for tonight. If not for you, I wouldn't be coming home at all."

Jigen smiled, lowering the brim of his hat to cover his smile.

"You're welcome, it was no trouble at all." Jigen admitted.

A quiet beat skipped by, you spoke again. "If you're ever coming back through Jersey anytime soon please, feel free to drop by, my door is always open to you and your friends."

Jigen lowered his hat even more. "Of course, I'll let Lupin know if we ever decide to drop back by."

You smiled gently, reaching in and grabbing his hand, you encased it with your own.

"Stay safe,"

You let go of his hand before standing up and giving him a wave from your porch. Waving, Jigen honked the horn and just like that he was gone. Even though your mission was unsuccessful, you were glad that you made it home okay. You could probably learn a couple things from their group if they ever actually did come by.

[okaywitheverything]

World’s Worst Best Men: Itachi x Wife!Reader

A/n: I'm not writing a summary but I have a feeling you'll like this one. Not so much romance as usual, but it is fun and I’m proud of it. 

Pairing: Itachi x Wife!Reader, Platonic Sasuke x Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Here’s the dress I imagine wearing. Though, your imagination is key.

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Uchiha weddings were nothing, if not extravagant and over the top, you should know, you have had one for yourself.

Standing beside your husband of three years, the prodigy, Itachi Uchiha, you couldn't have been happier. Sasuke was getting married and you and Itachi had the most triumphant grins on your faces, both beaming gleefully.

You and Itachi had been childhood bestfriends but didn't start dating dating until late teen years. So naturally Sasuke had been an important person in your life, an amazing boy whom you had watched grow up.

The wedding had been a blast, everyone enjoying themselves to the fullest. Asuma and Kurenai were dancing along with their son in a group with Kakashi and Gai. Kakashi drunk dancing was really a sight for sore eyes.

Genma was at the bar, really vibing with one of Sakura's distant aunts while Iruka was being paired up with one of Hinata's quiet aunts by Naruto.

Minato and Kushina were standing alongside Fugake and Mikoto drinking champagne and feeling proud.Smiles of genuine happiness were on each of their faces as they felt their life goals had been achieved.

Of course all the boys were dancing alongside the Jounins' group with Sasuke in between surrounded by a wild Naruto, drunk Kiba, flustered Lee and other friends of the like.

The girls were in their own group with the bride in between surrounded by perfectionist Ino, jovial Tenten, inebriated Temari, bewildered Hinata and likewise. Ino kept straightening the flowers in the newlywed girl's hair.

This was all you could ever ask for someone as important to you as Sasuke. You, someone who never cried, almost shed a tear when Sauske said his vows. The fact he found love in his life made you really grateful to God.

After all the guest tired themselves out by uncoordinated and off beat dancing, it was time for the best man's speech or in this case, best men.

Naruto and Itachi were the two best men as they both mean the world to Sasuke. His best friend and his elder brother.

With a champagne flute in hand, Naruto started, "Putting our rivalry aside for one day, I would go so far as to call you-, this is only a once in a lifetime privilege remember Teme," He referred to Sasuke getting off track his speech, "-my best friend. Who would have thought you would get married? Howbeit to a girl?"

Everybody laughed, silently agreeing with Naruto. The atmosphere of the wedding hall was bright, beautiful and cheery. The exuberant and buoyant gathering listened with real enthusiasm.

"I don't have anything against you marrying a guy, honestly because all of us expected you to, after you broke a lot of poor girls' hearts."

Sasuke seemed really shocked at this, even his mouth fell open with widened eyes while everyone once again silently agreed. Sasuke's shock told you that he actually had never heard about this rumor before. 

God, he was a really oblivious kid.

"I know, Dobe," Naruto said referring to Sasuke's surprised expression, "I was that shocked too, when I came to know they shipped you with me nonetheless, because that was something even I wasn't aware of." Naruto and Sauke both made disgusted faces, as if on cue. The look of terror on Sasuke’s face might have led people to believe it was the most sinister thought ever.

But they did look cute together.

"But I guess they say, you aren't really best friends if they don't confuse you as homosexuals." Naruto let out a beaming grin while Sasuke gave a crooked smile. Everyone inwardly cooed at the pure expressions.

"However, there is one female I remember you crushing on, the only one in the entirety of our lives."

Sasuke had a look of horror on this face as he shook his head 'no' immediately, trying to get Naruto to shut up, specks of red in his eyes as he threatened to activate his 'Sharingan'.

"I remember you being all flustered and look at (Y/N) with heart eyes.”

Naruto's grin widened, showing his pearly whites, clearly content with Sasuke's reaction. 

Your name caught you off-guard and you were in absolute shock. People turned around to give you a not-so-subtle glance but you didn’t care. You always thought Sasuke was a shy and quiet kid who liked to keep to himself. Mikoto let out a cheer while Fugaku smiled. Itachi let out a deep-throated chuckle from beside you which caused you to turn to him, “You knew about this?”

He silently nodded with a smile on his face and you carried on, “And never even mentioned it to me? Would it have killed you to do so?”

“It wasn’t any of my business. Also, it was pretty funny.”

You lightly hit his arm and retorted, “Oh God, I don’t even know who I got married to!”

A smile still broke out on your face as you turned to Naruto once again.

“I remember once Kiba and I were hanging out and we heard a really high pitched shriek from the forest. We ran all the way inside thinking someone was in danger but it turned out to be Sasuke squealing beacuse it was (Y/N)’s birthday and she gave him a kiss on the cheek for some gift he gave her. I swear our ears started bleeding. He was so red that we thought all the tomatoes he ate finally caught up to him.”

You blinked twice, your expression blank. Then a coy smile made its way to your face. You looked over to find Sasuke as red as a cherry, not even meeting your eyes. He was definitely praying to God that looks could kill, so that Naruto would drop dead.

“I remember that back in the academy, he never let any of us touch his hair because (Y/N) ruffled it while dropping him off. So he would sit through the lessons looking like he just woke up.”

All his classmates snickered at that, recalling the fond memory, while you were amused. It was so hilarious to see such a stoic person so flabberghasted. 

“The most interesting incident that came out of all this was, and I’m totally risking my life by telling you all this. Sasuke would kill me if I even narrate it to anyone, rather announce it on the microphone at his wedding, but your best friend gets married only once. Well hopefully. If I turn up dead by the coming of dawn, it was Sasuke Uchiha everyone.”

Everyone laughed along once again while half of the people were on the edge of their seats thinking what it could possibly be. Sasuke had a puzzled expression on his face, anticipating and fearing what Naruto had up his sleeve.

“Anyways, one when we were high........ I mean drunk, he confessed of a secret love letter he wrote to (Y/N) as a tween but never sent it.”

Your eyes widened as you let out an audible gasp while the room buzzed with chortles and sniggers. Your brother-in-law crushing on you wasn’t necessary negative news but the whole event had overwhelmed you that you could not contemplate even your reaction.

Apparently, you were the only one to be surprised as all the other guests smiled knowingly and cackled. You glanced over to find Sasuke so scarlet that you wondered if the sharingan had spread to his face given that his kekkei genkai was active now.

Itachi chuckled again seeing your reaction and put an arm around your shoulder while gently squeezing. You turned to him and finaly let out a chuckle yourself, eyes still widened in disbelief.

“Am I dreaming?” you asked and shook your head.

“Seriously though, have I been that oblivious Itachi? How could I not notice this while everyone here recalls it as some keen memory?” You held your head with one hand, leaning furthermore into itachi. Your eyes flickered to see Sasuke’s eyes, boring apologetically into your own. 

One look at his chiseled face told you of his anxiety and concern. The small frown on his face saddened your heart.

Does he think I hate him? Poor baby, NO!

You weren’t offened, flattered if anything. But the spontaneity of the situation rendered you speechless.

You gave him the best smile you could muster, wiggling your eyebrows at him and blowing him a kiss from your cherry lips, and grinning again.

He visibly relaxed, shoulders now less taut, jaw a bit slackened though his face remained painted in scarlet hues. Seeing him calm down, you winked at him and turned to Naruto again, anticipating his next words.

“My only regret tonight is that I couldn’t find that letter even inside his personal diary or his deep closet. I swear it was there the last time! No worries, hope you found this speech of mine, entertaining as it is. One last toast to Sasuke though, for his new life ahead. Cheers.” 

Sasuke cooled down with each passing word, smirking triumphantly when he realised he won’t be shred of his remaining dignity anymore.

Everyone toasted together, drinking huge mouthfuls of their wines, rejoicing in Naruto’s words for Sasuke.

Itachi kissed your temple, and left you while moving to the centre of the stage, where Naruto was.

“If I may?” He asked as Naruto passed him the microphone.

“I’d like to say how proud of my baby brother to have come this far in life, as a great shinobi, an excellent son, a marvelous friend and a terific human overall.”

Everone clapped vigourously including you, while all his classmates hollered and hooted. A faint blush adorned Sasuke’s cheeks as he visibly pouted on being call ‘baby bro’.

“And I was about to give a half an hour long speech, but my wee brother’s best friend, Naruto just stole all my content. So much for the tales.” Itachi playfully sighed, all the specatators buzzed with laughter while Sasuke deadpanned.

Well, he wont forget his wedding day ever now. Everyone is dead set on embarrassing him.

“However, I do have something Naruto didn’t have.”

Everyone stilled, waiting with anticipation of what was about to come, including you. Itachi refused to rehearse his best man speech with you because he wanted to write a speech for Sasuke on his own, heartfelt and everything.

He reached inside his tuxedo’s jacket and took out an old cramped paper, yellowing a bit and you raised your eyebrows, questioningly.

Sasuke gulped.

“I have the love letter, everyone!”

Oh Wow.

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A/N: If you reading this, atleast you made it till the end. Thank you.

So that was that. It was some scenario I just thought about. A bit of a cliffhanger, I haven’t thought about a follow up part 2, but we’ll see if that’s what you want.

Thanks for the love you gave me on my first post, we reached 200 if you count the separate posts I made by mistake. This inspires me to write. Remember, requests are OPEN so feel free to hit my asks page. 

[12yeahiminluvwu]

Yours To Hold

pairing -  Rudy x Chase’s Little Sister!Reader

Summary- Requested by anon! “Can you do one where the reader is Chase’s little sister and has a crush in Rudy or Drew.”

word count- 1,163, I got a little carried away hehe.

warning(s)- swearing, fluff :), kissing, truth or dare, mentions of alcohol

I re-wrote this like 5 times lmao but I hope you like this anon!!!  Pt.2 here ����

💀💀💀someone count the amount of times i said “your lips” LMAOOOO I NEED TO EDIT THIS!!

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The group was all laughing and joking around as you sat there quietly, listening to what everyone was saying. All of a sudden, Rudy walked through the door of the apartment and everyone smiled, greeting him. You did as well as he came closer to you, taking a seat beside you on the couch you were sitting on. 

“What’d I miss?” He asked you, pulling your legs over his lap like he always did when you sat together. You did your best to pay no mind to it, knowing he was just being friendly, but you couldn’t help feeling heat rush to your face at the simple act.

“They’re just dicking around.” You waved off, looking away from the blond under next to you. He shrugged, grabbing one of your hands and absentmindedly playing with your fingers. Across the living room, you saw your brother Chase watching you two with a smirk and rolled your eyes. He caught your gaze, raising his eyebrows and giving you “the look” which made you shake your head. 

“Hey why don’t we play truth or dare?” Bailey suggested and you sighed knowing that Chase would try to pull something. 

“Eh… I don’t know if I wanna play-” 

“Oh, come on, Y/N it’ll be fun!” Rudy said and your shoulders slumped knowing that you couldn’t say no to him. 

“Fine!” you gave in and he cheered, pulling you closer to him and wrapping an arm around you and getting comfortable on the couch the two of you were sharing.

After a few rounds of embarrassing secrets and seeing Drew’s ass, someone finally asked you… Chase. 

“Y/N truth or dare?” You screwed your eyes shut knowing that either one you choose will end in death. You were silent for a moment before you decided your fate.

“Dare…”  You said slowly and your brother’s smirk grew. 

“I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room!” He said and you smirked back. 

“I can’t kiss myself, idiot!” You said, cocking an eyebrow at him as everyone cheered and clapped at your response. 

“Haha, so funny. Fine, the second hottest person in the room!” He said and you sighed. 

“I think everyone is equally attractive!” You said, doing your best to avoid doing what he wanted you to. To kiss Rudy. Chase had figured out you liked him a few months ago when he caught you staring at him at a party. Chase knew you like the back of his hand, and when he found out, he did everything in his power to try and get you two together. 

You were sure that Rudy didn’t feel the same way. He was just a touchy-feely person. So, him playing with your fingers, and pulling your legs over his lap was just a way of him showing his affection in a friendship kind of way, not a romance kind of way. 

“Y/N!” He said and you looked at him, eyes pleading. 

“Oh, and remember you don’t have any outs!” Bailey said with a smirk. She knew as well after you had drunkenly spilled your guts to her one night. She was in on this. Great. 

You looked around the room at anyone and anything but Rudy, but you could feel his eyes burning into you. Finally, you turned to face him and you could hear Bailey and Chase silently screaming in joy. 

Your heart began racing at a million miles an hour as you slowly leaned in, closer to the boy you were already so close to. You felt his hand move up your leg to your hip, brushing his thumb back and forth and almost attempting to pull you further onto his lap. His breath fanned over your face, smelling of mint and beer. 

It was like everything moved in slow motion as you completely closed the gap between the two of you, letting yourself experience the feeling of having his lips on yours. He reacted immediately, moving against your lips. It was a simple kiss, but you could feel the electricity spark between you. 

It was over faster than you would have liked, but you forced yourself to pull back quickly, as to not draw attention to anything. He smiled at you as you backed away from him, and it took all of your strength not to let your cheeks burn bright red. Everyone hooted and hollered at the kiss but you dismissed it all, wishing the night to be over already. 

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The game had ended after you all got bored and the night was winding down. You had moved from your spot next to Rudy shortly after the events that occurred between you and hid yourself away in your bedroom, hoping for everyone to leave soon. 

A knock pulled you away from the daze you had fallen into, and you internally sighed when you saw who it was. 

“Can we talk?” Rudy asked, making his way into your room, closing the door behind himself. 

“Yeah…” You said, wiping your sweaty palms on your leggings. He laid himself next to you on your bed and stared up at the ceiling. You copied his actions, wondering what exactly he was going to say.

“You kissed me…” He said after a beat of silence.

“Yeah…” You said, unable to say anything else, afraid you might say something you didn’t want him to hear. 

“And… I kinda liked it.” He admitted and your eyes widened.

“You what?” You asked, propping yourself up onto your elbows and looking over at him. He brought his hand up to your cheek, the other going to your waist, and pulled your body over his. He quickly brought his lips up to meet yours, and your previously tense muscles began to relax.

For the second time today, you felt your lips light on fire. The kiss was deep, but slow, like he was trying to convince you of something. His thumb brushed back and forth on your hip like it had earlier, but this time you felt his hand slide under the t-shirt you were wearing, finding a home on the small of your back. He pulled you even closer to him, if that was even possible, and you longed for it never to end. Sadly he pulled away, causing an involuntary whine to escape from your lips. He chuckled and placed another small peck on your lips. 

“So… what does this mean?” You asked quietly, hoping to hear a certain question fall from his lips. 

“What do you want it to mean?” He replied. Not the question you were looking for, but it’s going in the right direction. 

“Do you really have to ask?” You said, and he smiled up at you. 

“Will you-” 

“Yes!” You said quickly reattaching your lips to his as he laughed into the kiss, flipping your bodies over so you laid beneath him. 

“Finally.” He whispered against your lips, and you smiled cause he was finally yours to hold.

[littlemdzsdump]

talent show

tiny high school xicheng is my fix

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The mic screeches a lot if anyone even breathes at it the wrong way. So Jiang Cheng is not quite keen on using it in the next 15 minutes. 

But he doesn’t really have much of a choice now, does he? 

Their school talent had just had that to work with, since their investments usually went to sports. With their decade-long streak of first place at statewide and national competitions, of course Sector High would channel all of their funding into the biggest and best sports facilities for their students. It left mildly amaetur musicians like Jiang Cheng (and wildly expressive theater kids like his brother) reeling while struggling to find a small corner of self expression.

It had always been the biggest and baddest sports kids. The football team was obviously the kings dining at this high school table, followed closed by the lacrosse kids. Soccer was there as well, because they’ve been the most resilient team since their start, keeping the school victorious unbeatable title safe. Then the rest of the high school food chain was followed by other mildly impressive clubs like the A.I. STEM Committee and Model U.N. 

In a student population of over 9,000, you could count the musicians and artists on two hands. 

Okay that could be a slight overkill. Maybe Jiang Cheng was exaggerating. Maybe he wasn’t popular enough to know that many people who played the guitar or sang harmonies. But it doesn’t change the fact that the arts field was being bullied out of their school system.

What was more was the grand gestures. Girls and boys alike, swooned at the idea of a hubby running to them after a goal on whatever sort of field. Or wearing a large sweaty jersey and painting their faces colors of blue and yellow or whatever they were now (the student reps liked to change that around often). Jiang Cheng never looked good in any of the colors and the noise of the cheers and hoots of field games were alway too loud.

Jiang Cheng preferred the quiet ambiance of their single arts classroom. It was at the end of the third floor, with a window that looked out to the green lush surrounding their school instead of the two large football fields. 

It was a nice change.

Jiang Cheng preferred the solitude of still and quietness with his soft voice humming to the strums of a guitar. He preferred hearing his timbre echo in the space of drawings and empty tables. Which is why it’s kind of weird that he was standing behind a dark curtain now, clutching his acoustic guitar tightly in his hands.

Well despite the crappy microphone he’s using in the school auditorium tonight, he had something to prove. 

Busy reassuring himself, Jiang Cheng almost misses his cue to go on stage. He’d completely blanked out when they began introducing him. If it weren’t for his brother giving him a hard push behind the curtain, he wouldn’t have made it out on time. 

But he also wouldn’t have stumbled onto the stage if Wei Ying just nudged him.

Snickers ripple through the audience as Jiang Cheng walks up to the microphone. When he gets in front of the mic stand, he begins to put his guitar strap on. Maybe he didn’t see the distance between the guitar and the stand well, for the head of his instrument hits a bit against the mic.

Obviously the mic howls its feedback.

Those near the front of the stage groan immediately, some people throwing their hands over their ears. 

Jiang Cheng winces, but immediately regains himself, clutching onto the mic and pushing is deeper into the mic stand. He doesn’t know what that’s supposed to do but it works to silence the feedback. Disgruntled noises and hisses of annoyance ripple over the high school audience. It does little to calm his already shaky nerves.

Luckily there weren’t too many people at the talent show tonight; but it was still a bigger crowd than he had ever performed to. Jiang Cheng clears his throat as softly as he can, careful not to breathe too hard onto the mic and stares out at the people before him.

He can’t make out any faces in the blob of the audience in front of him. The stage lights shine too brightly. Jiang Cheng just hopes in his heart that the right person is there to hear him.

Someone boos in the back, but they’re quickly hushed by snickers and laughing.

Jiang Cheng uses that as a cue to start singing.

He’s never believed that he’s had a particularly loud voice. It’s not something dramatic and deep like Wei Ying, whenever he recites the main lead lines. But it’s also not soft like their friend Nie Huisaing when he hums to himself in the soundbooth. 

Jiang Cheng’s voice carries where it needs to. It accompanies the chords of his guitar like hands would when they’re intertwined. Jiang Cheng never was immersed in the arts like Wei Ying or even as much as his sister was. All he’d ever picked up from the various instruments his parents made him play was the piano and even then it wasn’t enjoyable. He’d picked up the guitar at a random garage sale and has been teaching himself ever since. 

Jiang Cheng was by no means professional or talented, but he loved what he sang.

Jiang Cheng lets his voice swell with the bridge of the song, changing the key as he sings the final refrain.

 It’s a stupid love song that he’ll never admit to writing. But he’s never going to be embarrassed about singing it out loud. Because every single word that he sings, he means.

Jiang Cheng lets his voice carry out the last notes of his song, a confession in actual honesty. When his breath catches onto the microphone, it (blessedly) does not howl with feedback.

There is a pin drop silence after his performance. 

It feels like the longest pause in his life and Jiang Cheng’s hand feels clammy from where it’s still wrapped around the neck of the guitar. But the silence doesn’t last.

Suddenly the audience breaks out in hoots and hollers above the applause that rains down on him. Jiang Cheng still can’t see anyone clearly with how bright the stage lights shine. But he sends an awkward wave back and exits the stage. He steps towards the side stage, taking off his guitar as he walks behind the curtain. 

The applause is still loud behind him and for a moment Jiang Cheng is scared to leave backstage. A few people clap congratulatory hands on his back and arm and all Jiang Cheng can do is nod a small thanks back. His feet halt their steps down the steps that would lead to the audience. 

He doesn’t know the answer that would await him if he dared to step out and face it.

So he doesn’t.

~

Jiang Cheng sits behind the curtain for the duration and all the way to the end of the show. His performance leaves no aftertaste in many people’s minds, disappearing after a few short minutes.

Jiang Cheng wonders if he would even remember what he sang.

He’s too busy being lost in his thoughts to notice that the talent show has long ended. He’s only startled back to reality when the main lights of the back stage darken. Jiang Cheng’s breath hitches in surprise. Quickly picking up his guitar, he gets up and leaves the dark backstage. Just as he’s about to get to the stage door, he hears the resounding lock from the outside.

Great, Jiang Cheng thinks and quickly backtracks back to the stage to leave from there. 

Jiang Cheng puts the guitar strap on, going back up to the stage.

The stage lights are duller now then when he was on stage. So it takes a minute for him to realize that someone is sitting in the first row near the stage.

Specifically, he notices this when he’s halfway off the stage, almost dangling off the stage.

“Ah. Xicheng-ge” Jiang Cheng splutters. Jiang Cheng jumps the rest of the way down. He almost (very nearly) breaks his ankle when he lands, but he regains his balance in the nick of time. 

Lan Xichen, soccer captain, stands up immediately, not even letting Jiang Cheng walk halfway to him. 

“Xichen-ge,” Jiang Cheng repeats again when the senior is close to him again. Lan Xichen simply stares at him, a soft look on his face. Jiang Cheng doesn’t really see that, just hears the deafening silence between them.

“I...I sang it. Because I just...wanted to share it with you…” Jiang Cheng explains awkwardly. He plays with the guitar strap on the front of his chest, staring down at the centimeters between their shoes. 

Jiang Cheng doesn’t dare to look up, anticipating the blunt rejection (or the nicely wrapped one because it’s Lan Xichen, but a rejection nonetheless) and willing himself to receive it when a gentle hand tilts his face up to meet Lan Xichen’s eyes.

The softest kiss lands on his lips. It lasts just a few seconds. But it is enough to make Jiang Cheng understand.

“Play it again,” Lan XIchen urges, finger flicking Jiang Cheng’s chin lightly.

The younger student smiles, easily complying.

[moonlit-imagines]

The Snake Charmer’s Son

Jerome Valeska x reader

warnings: mild argument/violence (between Jerome and his mother), alcohol mention

a/n: anyone wanna tell me why im in love w cameron monaghan?

prompt: y/n and jerome are in love, but haly’s circus is a stressful scene

“Y/N, darling?” Jerome appeared next to you right before you were to go on stage. You were used to him creeping up on you by now. “Just thought I should let you know that my mother is going to be out tonight. I was wondering if you’d stay the night?” He reached for your hand and gave it a gentle kiss, which never failed to fluster you.

“Of course.” You heard Haly calling your act from the ring. “That’s my cue, love you, J.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek, your makeup left a mark that he touched gently with a soft grin.

“I’ll be cheering you on in the crowd.” As you walked away, Jerome took the chance to swat your backside, making you gasp and roll your eyes. He knew you liked it, though. Your boyfriend rushed to his seat on the bleachers while you were climbing to the trapeze above. It was always a delight to see your talents in action.

“Give it up for our Soaring Star, y/n!” Haly introduced you as you lit each side of the bar on fire, hopped off the platform and swung overhead. Jerome clapped louder than anyone in the crowd, hooting and hollering at the way you flew in the air.

“That’s my baby!” He cheered through cupped hands. Other acts began to join you on stage and lended you a hand in your performance, including John Grayson, who Jerome may not have been very fond of. Nevertheless, his cheers for you only grew stronger and the fire burned brighter. At the end of your act, Grayson swung you to a platform and dismounted on the opposite side, the whole company bowed and exited the stage while Ringmaster Haly encouraged your applause.

“I don’t know how you do that with the fire and all, it’s terrifying.” John talked about your act as you walked through the tent.

“Come on, it’s not that bad!” You shook your head and said your goodbyes to him for the night. Not long after, Jerome found you and pulled you up into the air to congratulate you.

“Another wonderful show from my darling!” He set you down and placed a firm kiss on your lips while holding both sides of your face. “I never get tired of seeing you floating above it all. Literally.” He wrapped an arm around you and away you two lovebirds flew away to his nest. It was nice to have a night alone with Jerome, his mother didn’t like you very much, so it was best when she wasn’t there.

“What’s our plan for tonight?” You asked while stepping into the trailer and removing your costume. Jerome rummaged through his tiny fridge and threw a box of cold pizza onto the counter.

“Dinner and a movie?” He wiggled his brows, which always gave you a laugh. “Want to wear some of my clothes as pajamas?”

“Yes, please.” You perked up at the offer and gladly took the folded clothes from his hand. After pulling on his sweater and a pair of his boxers, you turned the sink on and rubbed the makeup from your face.

“Here, let me get that.” Jerome shimmied past you in the little trailer and took a washcloth from the closet, you waited as he ran it under the warm water and rubbed it across your eyes. You felt a wave of relaxation as he cleaned you up and took your face in his hands. Your eyes fluttered open to find him studying your features with white paint droplets still running down your face. “You’re gorgeous, you know?”

“Stop that, Jerome.” You giggled at his sentiments and thanked him with a light shove.

“I mean it, y/n. I can’t believe you’ve given me the pleasure of falling in love with you.” Jerome caressed your face a bit more and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“C’mere, you damn sweetheart.” You pulled him into a meaningful kiss and fell back into his bed with a thud and a duet of laughter. From outside, you could still hear cheers, applause, and music from the main tent, it was a joy to experience. At least, it could have been.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?!” Lila flung the door open and stumbled into the Valeska trailer. You wasted no time squirming off of Jerome and standing to your feet.

“Mother, you’ve been drinking—” Jerome tried to stray his mother’s attention from you, but she was never that simple.

“Don’t you disrespect me like that!” Her voice slurred and she shoved her son backwards, nearly knocking him and yourself down. “You’re so ungrateful! And you brought this tramp into our home?” You noticed a man standing outside the trailer, obviously one of Ms. Valeska’s suitors.

“Maybe I should go.” You rested a hand onto your boyfriend’s shoulder and felt him tense up.

“I’m coming with you.” He grabbed your clothes and the pizza, then pushed past his mother.

“If you leave this trailer, don’t think about coming back!” Lila threatened, which only encouraged your boyfriend to leave. He threw up his middle finger without looking back and the two of you disappeared into the starry night, next stop was your own trailer. Not as big as Jerome’s, but definitely more peaceful.

“You okay?” You turned to Jerome to see tears streaming and shining down his face. He nodded and kept walking through the mud while you rubbed his back. As soon as you stepped into your personal trailer, Jerome tossed your costume and the pizza to the side, throwing himself onto your bed. “Hey, hey, don’t worry, Ginger,” you called him by his pet name, it usually perked him up, “you’re safe here with me.” You nudged him to roll over and climbed on top of him, wrapping yourself around him in a tight hug.

“I hate her so goddamn much, y/n.” He sobbed into your shoulder and clenched his fists around your borrowed shirt. “I wish she would just die!”

“I know, baby, I know,” you ran your fingers along his jawline and through his hair, hushing him softly, “she can’t get you here, though. And you know you’re always welcome here, that’s why I gave you a key.”

“Is it, um,” Jerome sniffled and rubbed his face to clean the tears, “would it be too much to ask if I...moved in?” He asked and you pulled away to look him in the eyes, not being able to tell if he was being serious, but his begging puppy dog eyes told you everything you needed to know.

“We’ll get your stuff from her trailer tomorrow.” You booped him on the nose and brought the joy back to him just like that. He pulled you in for another hug and flipped you over so that he was on top of you.

“God, what would I do without you?” He asked as he propped himself over you, leaning down for a kiss of gratitude, and then a few more.

“You’d be absolutely screwed.”

[cantgetoutofmyheda]

do you still take prompts? if so, how bout clexa going to a sports event and getting featured on the kiss cam

The entire arena roared a boastful cheer and Clarke looked around trying to figure out what caused the eruption of excitement.

Finn noticed the confusion on the girl’s face, “We just hit another three.” He said, his eyes already back on the court waiting to see how his favorite team would fare on this round of defense.

Clarke did not enjoy watching sports, let alone being surrounded by fifteen thousand screaming fans watching the game in person. In all honesty, Finn had been pestering her about going on a date ever since she accidentally got too drunk at a frat party and let the boy kiss her. When he sent her a text that his dad’s season tickets were up for grabs, she brushed it off. It wasn’t until her best friend squealed at the game in question. Lexa’s favorite team—the conferences underdog, naturally—was up against the leading team. She told Clarke to go, to take the date for her so at least one of them could “witness history when Polis beat Arkadia.”

Finn, the ever persistent puppy that wanted to forever impress the blonde, offered another ticket for Lexa to join them—if it meant Clarke would actually come, he didn’t care if she brought a friend to tag along. In his mind, Clarke with Lexa at her side was better than no Clarke at all.

Sounds of groans and booing peppered throughout the stadium—Clarke looked up and Polis had scored, then achieved a turnover as soon as Arkadia brought the ball across the half-court line. A few hints of cheers occured, and a smile drew over her lips as Lexa’s team sank another shot—bringing the game to a tie.

“This is bullshit,” Finn exhaled. “They suck. How is this even happening?”

Clarke eyed the boy, annoyed at the sound of his voice and wishing Lexa was back with their snacks—the only silver lining to any live sporting event, at least in the blonde’s mind, “I mean, they clearly don’t.”

“Are you rooting for Polis?” Finn quickly turned to face her, his face contorted into an expression between confusion and annoyance.

“Obviously,” Clarke shrugged. “They’re Lex’s favorite team.”

He wrinkled his nose, “But Arkadia is mine.”

Clarke raised a brow at the boy, “My loyalty is to Lexa, here.”

“But I brought you here,” he pointed out, the confusion was still ever-present in his demeanor.

“She went to get me snacks, though,” Clarke shrugged again, before looking over her shoulder for any sign of Lexa.

The truth of the matter was that Finn could have offered Clarke front row tickets to anything she could have dreamed of, and the blonde wouldn’t have accepted. The only reason she was sitting exactly where she was that day was because of the spark of excitement that lit up Lexa’s brilliant green eyes at the prospect of Lexa being able to tag along. Clarke knew that the brunette had a distaste for the boy, but she also knew that Lexa understood that she had zero interest in him. If the two could use the outing as an excuse for Lexa to enjoy the game and for Clarke to enjoy some nachos and freshly popped popcorn, then so be it.

Just as Finn was about to open his mouth—likely to make another asinine comment—the sound of a long buzzer went off. Clarke didn’t know much about sports, but it didn’t take long for her to realize they were now in half-time. Her eyes scanned the crowd again, and she finally saw Lexa making her walk through flocks of people flooding to get more beer and snacks and make a bathroom break. Instantly Clarke’s eyes lit up, thankful that the brunette was finally returning back to their seats.

“There you are,” Clarke smiled, as Lexa started handing her various little cardboard trays and a rather large plastic cup.

“Sorry,” Lexa finally took a seat. “That took longer than expected.”

“Was it super crowded?” Clarke asked. Now that Lexa had returned to her place, the blonde’s back was fully facing Finn and her undivided attention was at the brunette with the beautifully-flowing chestnut waves.

Lexa shook her head, “No, not really. The first place I went only had bottles of soda, so I walked around trying to find a stand with fountain soda because I know you like that better.”

Clarke jokingly batted her lashes at the confession, “My hero.”

Lexa rolled her eyes and brushed her off, “Please. It was just so I wouldn’t have to get up again. What’d I miss? I see we’re tied.”

“We are,” Clarke chimed. “And hopefully Polis takes a huge lead soon so we won’t have to stay the whole time.”

“We’re staying the full time,” Clarke heard both Lexa and Finn say.

She finally looked towards the boy, “You know I hate sports.”

“Yeah, but you’re still here,” he offered a sly grin, still not understanding that the blonde wanted nothing to do with him nor his fancy seats to the game.

“Because Lexa wanted to come,” she offered as a reminder. “I would be perfectly happy at home right now.”

The three sat in an awkward silence, Lexa was holding back a grin at Clarke’s latest remark to Finn. Finn was fumbling around on his phone, and Clarke was mindlessly watching the footage on the jumbotron. It was going from random commercials, to short interviews of a few important looking people on the floor, to the home team's dancers putting on some sort of halftime show. After their routine ended, the dancer’s cheered their way back to the locker room entrance and a voice boomed through the speaker system.

��Alright, Arkadia Arena—it’s time for everyone’s favorite halftime segment. Give us a cheer if you’re ready for the Arkadia Kiss Cam!”

Random bursts of cheering exploded throughout the arena and Clarke shook her head at the sound. Suddenly, noises of hooting and hollering came from the boy to her left, leaving a look of distaste and disdain crawling all over her face.

“Finn, what the fuck are you doing?” Clarke quipped.

He ignored the blonde and leaned behind her to get Lexa’s attention, “Ready to be a third wheel, Woods? The cameras always pan this way.”

Lexa raised a brow at his question and remark, then turned to her friend before pointing to the huge screen above the court, “Saddle up, Griff. Looks like he wasn’t kidding.”

Clarke’s eyes immediately darted up to the jumbotron and saw that Lexa wasn’t playing around—she was staring at a video feed of Finn starting to close his eyes and make his way to close the small gap between his face and her own.

In one swift movement, she pushed the boy away and muttered, “No fucking way.”

In a turn of events, she immediately turned around to face Lexa—the sound of laughter started to fill the arena at the sight, the cameraman definitely knew something was coming and didn’t want to miss the moment. Clarke offered her a smile, one more bashful than she could have anticipated, and brought her hand to the back of Lexa’s neck before bringing their lips gently together.

Dazed by what just happened, Lexa pulled away before she even had a chance to kiss her friend back. It took one look into the sea of Clarke’s blue eyes to realize this wasn’t just a show for their audience of fifteen thousand. Lexa returned the smile that was looking back at her and brought Clarke in for a second kiss. It was soft, it was gentle, it was something she didn’t realize she had been wanting.

They were met with the sounds of the full arena cheering and clapping until the camera finally made its way elsewhere.

Lexa grabbed Clarke’s hand and gave it a soft squeeze, before turning to the boy next to the blonde who was in total shock, “Who’s the third wheel now, Collins?”

[queenmendes]

the end of an era and the start of a new one

shawn mendes x reader

Summary: The Shawn Mendes: The Tour era is ending but Shawn already has a plan for a new one. 

Tonight was the night. The last show of Shawn Mendes: The Tour. It’s been the most breathtaking and amazing experience for you. Watching Shawn get on stage and living his dream. He gave his all every night and got to sing in front of the most amazing crowds. Not only do you get to see your husband be so carefree and living his best life; you got to meet and travel with the most amazing people that you will never forget.

Everyone was buzzing around the arena in Mexico City; getting everything ready for the show later. Not only is the crew ecstatic for this last show; the fans all around the city have been producing the best energy every time you’ve ran into them, making it all the more exciting for tonight.

Now, Shawn was currently laying on his stomach across the couch in his dressing room. You were situated on his butt, rubbing your hands up and down his bare back; massaging the knots out. One thing you were ready for is to be back in your own bed and so was Shawn.

“Ugh, that feels so good, baby.” Shawn moaned loudly as you press your hands down a little harder. You smile slyly, loving the sounds he is making because of you.

“I’m really proud of you.” You whispered into his ear as you leaned down; your clothed chest pressed against his back. “You’re finishing your third world tour tonight.” You begin pressing kissing across his shoulders and neck, receiving another moan for him.

“Thank you love.” Shawn whispered, a soft, goofy smile on his face. If there is one thing Shawn loves more than performing, it’s when you give him tons of attention. Hearing how proud you are of him puts him on cloud nine. “You are excited to go home?” Shawn asked, turning around to lay on his back; his hands landing on your hips as you got comfortable on his lap.

“I am.” You confirmed, “I’m going to miss everyone though. They really have become a big part of our lives.” Shawn smiles.

“Don’t worry, they will be back for the next tour.” Shawn promised before leaning up to give you a kiss on the lips. You hum in content as he pulls you back down with him.

__________

“A lot of you guys know, that this is my last show of the tour.” Shawn’s voice radiated throughout the arena. “This has been a surreal past nine months; getting to perform for you, the fans, all around the world. Seeing you singing your hearts out and never failing to make me feel loved and supported while I’m up here. So, I want to say thank you. Without any of you, this tour would not have happened or been one of the best experiences of my life. Thank you, to the fans here tonight and the fans all around the world. I love you.”

You were standing at the side of the stage, watching the end of the show with a lot of the team. Andrew and Cez were standing to your left while Brain was to your right. Brain chuckled lightly as he saw the few tears in your eyes from Shawn’s speech; you didn’t care however. Your baby, your love, your husband just finished his third world tour. A tour you got to experience, start to finish, with him; you get to get emotional dammit.

“I also want to thank my whole team and the entire crew. Every show, happens because they work themselves, constantly, to make all this happen. They are the best people a person could want to work with and I’ve never been prouder to call all these people my team.” Shawn continued his speech. “And lastly, I want to thank my wife.”

“My wife. God, where do I even start?” Shawn’s low laugh was heard over the cheering fans. “I genuinely do not know how to put into words how amazing and supportive she is. When I asked her to join me on tour, basically putting her life on hold, she did not hesitate. Which made this experience all the more amazing; getting to travel around the world with the woman I loved. Being able to wake up to her and see her smile everyday, in a different city. God, and her laugh you guys.” Shawn’s smile got bigger the more he talked.

“On the days where everything got too much, she was there; with tea and words of wisdom. Because of her, I got on this stage everyday and gave you guys my all. So, I want to say thank you, baby. This tour was the best thing I could have been able to experience with you; and I cannot wait for the next chapter in our lives.” Shawn concluded, turning his head towards you. You smile, tears of love filled your eyes and fell down your cheeks. Shawn blew a kiss to you before turning back towards the crowd, ready to perform his last song of tour.

___

“So, what are y’all going to do now?” Cez asked, as everyone was spread out in his dressing room; still high on adrenaline from the show and completed the biggest Shawn Mendes tour yet.

“I’m going back to the university; going to get my degree in film and be a director.” Connor spoke up, smile as everyone clapped. You smiled at the youngest member of the team; he really did an outstanding job filming the tour and creating the document; you know he is going to be a great director in the future.

“Y/N? Shawn? What’s next for you guys?” Andrew asked, everyone turning their towards you as you leaned more into Shawn’s side; sipping on the champagne that was brought out.

“I’m completing my degree?” You said questionly, knowing that everyone knew your future career and that you’ve been taking your course online this past year so you could tour with Shawn and still continue your education.

“I think I’m going to take a break.” Shawn spoke up, shocking you. He never let on that he wanted to slow down his career and take a break. “Figured I could take my time writing the next album and stay at home more.” Everyone understands, knowing that he probably is exhausted from tour.

“Really?” You asked, making Shawn turns his head towards you. Shawn smiled down at you.

“Figured we could finally start that family we were talking about.” Shawn hinted, and immediately tears formed in your eyes for a second time that night. Of course you and Shawn discussed kids but it was always hinted for years in the future. “That sound okay?” Shawn got nervous at your lack of response, hoping he wasn’t pushing you too soon.

“That sounds incredible.” You looked at him with such love and adoration, before reaching up to kiss him. Everyone cheered around you; hooting and hollering for the thought of a baby Mendes. Shawn smiled against your lips before barely pulling away; still close enough that your lips were hovering above one anothers.

“Let’s start tonight?” Shawn asked smirking, slowly pecking your lips a few times.

“Absolutely.” You agreed, connecting your lips back to his; ready for the new chapter of your lives to start as soon as possible.

[recurring-polynya]

can you please do a drabble where Renji is remembering his wild squad 11 style birthday party but then at the end once he finishes his flashback he’s celebrating his birthday in the present with Rukia and Ichika

“This is number 10,” Zaraki informed Renji, beady, bloodshot eye staring into beady, bloodshot eyes. “Not everyone makes it to ten.”

“I would stop after one,” Yumichika made his frowniest frowny face.

“You’re smarter than the rest of us,” Iba replied.

“I am ready,” Renji confirmed, gripping his cup as the Kenpachi filled it with sake from his “special stash.”

Renji had drunk a lot of horrible sake in his time. As it turned out, rotgut from deep North Rukongai had an entirely different flavor profile than the pigswill of his Southern youth. It hit you in the nose, rather than the ears, smelled more like a bog than an armpit, and the unpleasant aftereffects tended to come out the opposite end. On the other hand, bad sake was bad sake, and it was hardly a birthday without it.

“Kampei!” Renji and Zaraki shouted together, and down the hatch it went. Cheers went up around them.

“You’re a good man, Abarai,” Zaraki declared, standing up, and clapping him on the shoulder. “Happy birthday. I’m out. Yachiru! It’s bedtime!”

“Thank you, sir!” Renji hollered, far too loud, as Yachiru abandoned the bowl of wasabi peas she had been mainlining to hop onto the Kenpachi’s shoulder.

“Night, sir!” various members of Squad 11 chorused.

Zaraki was a good captain, Renji mused to himself, drunkenly. He showed up, drank enough to show that he cared, but then he took off, because no one really wanted to get birthday-wasted in front of their boss.

Birthdays at the Eleventh were very thoughtful affairs, in Renji’s opinion. First thing in the morning, you got to have a big public fight with anyone from the squad. Seated officers could choose to fight the big man, which, of course, he had. This year, he had made it 52 seconds, and was feeling very pleased with himself. He was given the rest of the morning off to nap, and then he got to run newb drills all afternoon. And now it was half past booze o’clock. A perfect end to a perfect day.

“I got you your favorite. Happy birthday, loser,” Iba announced, sliding a fizzy blue concoction bristling with fruit on toothpicks down the table.

“Maybe you should give him a chance to catch his breath,” Big Maki suggested. “Zaraki shots are no joke.”

“This is catching my breath,” Renji replied, fishing out a pineapple chunk and eating it. Iba always got him this tropical shit as a joke, and Renji always drank them, absolutely stonefaced, as though curly straws and paper umbrellas were just standard issue drinking equipment. The joke was on Iba, to be honest, these damn things were delicious.

“Where is the birthday booooooy?” a musical voice trilled.

Renji’s head whipped around, which immediately made him very dizzy. He waved his hand enthusiastically.

“Don’t get up,” Yumichika warned, standing and beckoning more staidly. “He’s over here! He’s pretty well soaked already.”

Suddenly, there was a shapely pair of arms wrapped around Renji’s neck, and a more sensuous than necessary kiss pressed into his cheek. “Happy birthday, cute stuff!” Matsumoto said throatily. “That’s a fancy drink, can I have some?”

“Get your own!” Renji crowed cheerfully.

“Ha, ha, I would never,” the lieutenant of the Tenth laughed, sliding into the seat next to him, and then stealing a cherry out of his glass.

“I would not have guessed a bar called ‘Five Fingers of Death’ would serve fruity drinks,” Hisagi Shuuhei, Third Seat of the Ninth added, plopping down on Renji’s other side.

“Shuuhei!” Renji exclaimed.

Ever since he got promoted to Sixth Seat, Yumichika had been trying to get Renji involved in his larger social circle, which mostly orbited around Matsumoto. The fact that it included Hisagi, whom he had known in school, had been a pleasant surprise. He definitely remembered looking up to Hisagi in his youth, but since they had reconnected, Renji was continually struck with how cool the guy was, and also how good-looking.

“Well?” Renji demanded from Shuuhei, with a boldness that came from having enough sake in his gut to pickle a daikon. “Matsumoto paid up. Where’s my birthday present?”

Shuuhei laughed and planted a kiss on his other cheek, before fishing something that might have been a chunk of mango out of the blue monstrosity. Renji felt warm and happy. “Better buy me another drink, Iba,” he hooted, “Everyone’s stealing mine.”

“Buy your own, asshole” Iba rejoined merrily.

“That wasn’t your birthday present, by the way,” Matsumoto replied suggestively.

“Oh?” Renji asked, trying to raise an eyebrow, except that he couldn’t feel most of his face.

“A little bird,” Matsomoto went on, “who went to school with you, told me about a trick you used to do at the bar.”

Renji wracked his brains. He hadn’t done a lot of drinking in his school days, and certainly not a lot of drinking in bars, mostly because he’d been broke all the time.

“It wasn’t at the bar, it was at the gym,” Shuuhei clarified.

Realization hit Renji like a dropped free weight. He slammed his hands palm down on the tabletop excitedly. “Is it Bench Your Friends day?”

“You’re not benching me,” Yumichika immediately declared.

“What’s Bench Your Friends day?” Ikkaku demanded, intrigued.

“Bench press is a very efficient way to work your entire upper body,” Renji explained with the self-perceived gravitas that comes with being sloshed out of your gourd. “Free weights are a better way to build muscle, ‘cause you are responsible for your own balance and stability. Next step up from that, control-wise, is to bench press a person, especially if that person doesn’t particularly want to be bench-pressed.”

“Why would you let him do this to you?” Yumichika grimaced.

“Well, I really just want to see him bench press someone else, but I wouldn’t mind,” Matsumoto mused. “I think I would look very sexy being used as exercise equipment.”

“If you can bench Hisagi, I’ll let you try to bench me!” Ikkaku roared.

“I did not volunteer,” Hisagi pointed out.

“DEAL!” Renji bellowed.

🎉 🍹 💪

“UP!”

Renji blinked, slowly returning to present day reality. “Huh?”

“Pick me UP, Daddy! I want to do a high dive!”

“Alright, alright.”

It took two tries to get up from the lawn chair, but he made it. He took a long stretch, and made a show of flexing his upper arms for his daughter, who was completely unimpressed. Finally, he scooped her up and held her by the hips over his head. “You ready?”

“I am ready!” she announced, holding her arms over her head in a diving position.

“Here we go!” Renji yelled, and lowered her slowly into the rubber inflatable pool that was set up in their backyard. Ichika made a variety of poses on the way down, pointing her toes, making wide, elegant gestures with her arms. “Perfect 10,” Renji announced, when she was sitting in the pool, spitting water in a little fountain. “Do you want to go again?”

“I want to run around.”

“Go, then.”

Ichika leapt to her feet and went tearing, pell-mell around the yard again. Renji flopped back into his lawn chair and plopped his feet back in the pool.

It had been brutally hot all day, but the heat was finally starting to subside as evening came on. Akon had made the pool and brought it over last week for Nemu and Ichika to play in, because evidently, every time he set one up over at the 12th, it got “repurposed.” Renji did not want to know the details. Renji was a big fan of the pool. Ichika had been nominally playing in it all afternoon. Mostly, she was running around in her bathing suit, shouting. Occasionally, she would hurl herself into it, thoroughly splashing her father, and then run off again.

Rukia stepped onto the porch, sliding the door closed behind her with one foot. She’d changed from her shihakushou into a Living World style sundress that left her arms and legs bare. Even after a long day at work, she looked cheerful and gorgeous. Renji smiled fondly at her. After a long afternoon of chasing his toddler around, he was sure he looked like hot, damp dogshit.

Rukia made her way over to him, nimbly dodging Ichika as she serpentined her way around the yard. She held out a glass containing a pale green liquid. It was practically radiating cold. “I have made you,” she said, as Renji took it gratefully from her hand, “a margarita. I followed Uryuu’s directions very carefully and then doubled the alcohol.”

Renji took a sip as Rukia flopped into the lawn chair next to his, and slid her feet gracefully into the pool. “It’s perfect,” he declared. “You’re a genius.”

“Happy birthday,” Rukia said, tipping her head over onto his shoulder. “I’m sorry it wasn’t much.”

“What are you talking about?” Renji grunted. “I got to yell at my squad for 2 hours this morning, like I like. I spent all afternoon digging up worms with my amazing kid, and then my beautiful wife brought me take-out, so I didn’t have to cook. I am way too tired to actually go to the bar, but I don’t have to, because you brought this right to me, here, in my luxury cabana. Another one or two of these and I am definitely gonna be lights out. Can’t think of a more perfect birthday, to be honest.”

“Hmm, if we can get Ichika to go to sleep, I had some ideas for some things that could happen between margaritas number two and three.”

“Oh, really?” Renji asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Suddenly, Ichika crashed into his lap, wet, with bits of grass plastered up her legs. “DADDY!” she yelled. “Is it dessert time! Can we eat the taiyaki Mama brought home now?”

“The what Mama brought home?” he asked, faking surprise.

“Do you remember what a secret is?” Rukia reminded her daughter. “We talked about it?”

“But it’s time to eat them, so they aren’t secret anymore!”

“Yeah, Rukia, obviously,” Renji managed with a perfectly straight face.

“I would call you a traitor, but it’s your birthday, so I will go get you your fish waffles,” Rukia replied, shoving her drink into his free hand and pressing a kiss into the side of his temple.

“I LOVE TAIYAKI!” Ichika sang at the top of her lungs. “I WISH EVERYDAY WAS DADDY’S BIRTHDAAAAAAAAY!”

Renji admired the way his wife’s rear end swayed as she headed back into the house. He contemplated whether he could still drink out of two glasses at the same time, another old bar trick he was once modestly famous for. “Me, too, kid,” he agreed. “Me, too.”

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Luka Gets a Tattoo

[Ao3]

thanks to the AFiT server for enabling me! zero thanks to those who were trying to get me to give him a tramp stamp -- you get nothing, good day sirs

Summary: the prince can have little a bodily autonomy. as a treat Characters: the Prince (pre-Snatcher) Rating: T for college parties, altered states, poor coping mechanisms, and reference to an unhealthy relationship. 

Just one night, then you’ll have the whole weekend to study for the final exam, they said.

Please, Your Majesty? Indulge your classmates just this once? they said.

It’ll be fun, they said.

And goodness gracious, Luka thinks as his hooting classmates tilt the tapped barrel of red wine so the last drops of it spill onto his tongue, were they right.

He pumps his fists straight up in the air and the room, already packed with raucous, sweaty, excitable (and very, very drunk) young adults, goes wild. Two — rather, four — no, six? Oh goodness he’s had a lot to drink — an at-present uncountable number of hands reach down and haul him off the floor to toss him, unexpectedly, into the air. Luka can’t help the yelp that escapes out of his mouth as his sloshing stomach flips, nor the laughter that comes after it when many hands catch him and set him back on solid ground, patting his back companionably all the while.

“ALL HAIL THE PARTY KING,” someone shouts, and the crowd takes up the chant. Luka’s used to having a lot of eyes on him, has been literally trained since he was a toddler to be in the public spotlight, but the energy of the crowd and the alcohol in his own system has him pressing his hands to his burning face to muffle his embarrassed laughter.

A madly grinning and particularly beefy young woman parts her fellow students like a ship cutting through the sea. Luka’s gaze is drawn to the item she holds reverently in her enormous hands — and he bursts into laughter again, shaking his head and attempting to back away. The circle of cheering party-goers around him clumsily link arms to prevent his escape. “I didn’t even drink the whole thing!” Luka protests, flapping his hands. “It was practically empty before I started!”

But the huge woman easily spans his slim shoulders (with one hand — goodness gracious) and hauls Luka in. She clears her throat with impressive projection — Luka’s background in performing arts nods in approval — and the clamor of the room dulls to near-bearable levels.

“Esteemed guests and revelers,” she pronounces with minimal slurring and maximal gravity, “I present to you: this evening’s Party King.” 

The room cheers as she places the cut-and-taped paper crown atop Luka’s head. His first, honest impulse is to pull it off and take a closer look as it seems to be made out of first-year sample contracts and, well, it’s been some time since he last reviewed those and who knows what will turn up on the final exam? But the exuberantly drunk woman seizes his hand and yanks it into the air like he’s just won a prize fight and someone thrusts a tiny glass of something that smells vile in his hand and he loses track of time for a bit.

When his head, the room, and the kaleidoscope of gleeful faces stop spinning, Luka finds himself squashed between the arm of a lumpy couch and the arm of the enormous muscled woman from earlier. She notices his gaze and offers him a shark-like grin that jogs his memory.

“You’re Natasha,” he blurts out, and then immediately claps a hand over his mouth because of course she is, you fool, she knows that and you ought to have known that, what kind of a person forgets the name of someone they’ve spent years sharing classes with —

But if anything, her grin widens. She turns to the duo sat across from them and says, “Ha! You see?”

“I’m so sorry,” Luka says, pressing a hand to his burning face. He doesn’t usually drink at all, and not just because it makes him extra stupid. He’d normally have spent the night studying or writing letters, but his classmates had been very convincing and tonight is his last chance to spend time with them before the final exam and graduation (and his tutor had threatened him if he didn’t go). “I promise I know who you are, I just didn’t recognize you at first without, ah,” he looks again at her rather… distracting arms, “sleeves.”

“Relax,” says one of her friends. She’s a dark-skinned woman with a ton of dark curls framing her face — Belle, Luka remembers — and she smiles kindly as she passes him a glass of water. He thanks her profusely and she rolls her eyes good-naturedly, leaning back and crossing her arms. She raises an eyebrow at her hulking blonde friend. “Tash does it on purpose — thinks it will make her more effective in the courtroom when she takes her jacket off. Besides, she forgot you were already royalty.”

Natasha grins unrepentantly. “Party King trumps any small-town monarch, Belle. Besides, you really expect me to remember details like that about someone I only ever see in class?”

Luka sinks into the couch, stammering apologies, but the woman laughs and claps a lung-clearing hand to his back — he wheezes, attempting to regain his breath. “Don’t worry about it, buddy. You can make it up to me by telling us what you’re like! We’ve been in the same course for years and we hardly know you. What mysterious responsibilities keep you so busy you can’t come out for a night, Mr. top-of-the-class?”

“W-well,” he says, immediately falling into his practiced lines, “of course, my studies here are very important to me as a future leader of—”

“We already know you’re a nerd,” the last figure of the group says matter-of-factly. Their name eludes him, but they’re button-nosed, with hair pulled back in a ponytail that looks much sleeker than Luka’s ever managed his own. “What else?”

“Haz,” Belle scolds, but when her friend raises a single, archly amused eyebrow at her she sends Luka an apologetic grin. “Sorry about them, they were raised by extremely rude wolves.”

Luka snorts, then covers his mouth in embarrassment, but no one seems to mind. “I… have a fiancée?” he shyly offers.

“What!!” Natasha swaps his water out for her scarily large flagon of beer. “Drink and dish!”

Luka sips obediently, aware his face is already red and only getting redder. “Her name is Vanessa.”

Natasha sighs dreamily, which makes Belle giggle. Luka grins, feeling a little dreamy himself — thinking about Vanessa always makes the rest of the world feel dull. She stands out to him like fine embroidery on plain linen. “I hate to be away from her — she misses me when I’m gone, and my life certainly isn’t as bright without her in it. I write her letters everyday,” he says, alcohol freeing him to talk about himself a little more than he could otherwise stand. “She gets upset if I don’t. I love her, of course, and there’s nothing more important to me than her happiness, but… well, between all the letter-writing, my studies, and princely duties, I suppose there’s not been much time for, ah. Much else.”

He trails off and takes a gulp of lukewarm beer. Belle and Natasha glance at each other, communicating something past Luka’s current ability to parse. Haz leans forward, their eyebrows drawn down.

“So you don’t get to do anything just because you like it? Just for yourself?”

“I like being a prince,” Luka protests immediately. “It’s my duty, and an honor to serve my people. And I love Vanessa.” Luka thinks, briefly, of how hurt she would be if she knew someone had suggested he didn’t, how her magic might react beyond her control. He shivers, even in the stuffiness of the crowded room. “Compared to those things, I’m just… well, not very important.”

The group exchanges looks that Luka hardly notices. Who would he even be, without his work and without her? “Not important” seems about right.

“Well, if you say it’s what you want, then I’m happy for you!” Natasha announces, sounding a little strained. Belle hums noncommittally and swaps his drink out again for another glass of water.

“So,” says Haz, and offers him a small, genuine smile that Luka finds himself quite touched by — must be the alcohol in his system making him even more emotional than usual. “Besides your duties and your fiancée… what else do you like?”

“Ah,” he says, and presses a hand again to his warm face. This evening, right now, is probably the first time in years that Luka’s had a chance to do anything for himself, and he had to be bullied into it. Surely there’s something he likes to do besides, er, read law reviews for fun? His mind is blank. He seizes, only a little frantically, on the view of the night sky out the window. “A-astronomy! You know, the stars?” He chuckles nervously and takes another huge sip of his drink. “You can, ah, actually see them much better at home than here in the city. I used to know all the constellations.”

“That’s great,” Belle says firmly and kindly. “I don’t know anything about the stars, but I always wanted to.”

“My ancestors used to navigate by them,” Natasha adds. “That’s very cool knowledge.”

“What else?” Haz prompts quietly.

“Um,” Luka says into his cup. “Well, ah. I suppose I always liked animals? Like, snakes, and things…”

“That’s great!” Natasha exclaims.

“Great,” Bella says again.

“Hm,” says Haz.

“JIM!!” someone hollers, breaking the tense air of the group. “And Jim’s friend!! SOMEONE GET THIS MAN A FLAGON!”

“Hoho, Jim and friend!!” Natasha exclaims, mood immediately forgotten. “I’ve been meaning to get some work done, bee-arr-bee.” She rises from the couch, claps Luka’s shoulder once again (though considerably more softly this time, thank goodness), and sails through the crowd, on towards the new arrivals.

“Wait, no—!” Belle shoves herself to her feet, then glances at Luka and hesitates. Then, brief and tight, she hugs him — he blinks, startled — but separates herself before he can process it and gives him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, gotta go stop her. Tash, wait!!” And off she goes after her tall friend.

Luka watches her go. Haz clears their throat. “Jim’s friend is magic. Does tattoos,” they say.

“Ah,” says Luka. He should probably head home — he’d planned to leave early in the morning so he could spend as much of the weekend with Vanessa as possible. She needs him, especially after the accident with her mother. He can spend the rest of his evening studying, like he should have done in the first place — it’s the responsible, prudent thing to do.

Haz nudges his knee with their own. He looks up to find them offering a mug of something that smells strongly of alcohol. “You’re allowed to do things just for yourself, you know,” they say, eyes soft.

In a spontaneous move that shocks even himself, Luka takes the mug and downs it in one go. The world gets a little blurrier, a little easier to deal with.

“You know, you’re absolutely right,” he says determinedly and pours himself another.

***

Luka wakes up just after sunrise with a pounding headache, a stinging thigh, and the deep dread of knowing he’s done something he shouldn’t have.

The first thing he does is stumble into the bathroom. His reflection has mussed hair, tired eyes, and is still wearing a crumpled paper crown on his head. He snatches it off, balling it up and tossing it on his desk before running the water and pressing his forehead to the cool mirror.

This isn’t exactly why he doesn’t drink, but it’s an excellent point against it. What he remembers of last night makes him wish he’d had enough to totally block out what he’d done to himself. Though he supposes that would be worse, to wake up and only then find out he’d drunkenly gotten a…

Luka dutifully goes through his morning routine. He doesn’t look at his stinging thigh, doesn’t even think about it until he’s toweled off and staring down at the clothes a cheerfully drunk version of himself had prepared the night before. That Luka had even packed him a travel bag so he could set off for Subcon and Vanessa more quickly.

That well-meaning fool had really thought he was doing a favor for sober Luka of the future. Ooo, hungover Luka of the present hates him.

He stands there for a moment longer, feeling frayed and stupid and sorry for himself. Finally, he sighs — there’s no use to just waiting here hoping — and drops the towel enough to check the damage.

On the side of his thigh, perfectly placed for his non-dominant hand to cover when hanging loosely by his side, is a tattoo of a snake so black the ink looks nearly purple. It wraps around a stylized crown decorated with a crescent moon and a few stars. It’s a kingsnake, he remembers — he’d been adamant about getting that one because they were constrictors, not venomous. “They just want to hug!” drunk Luka had explained, tearing up.

Luka now allows himself one long groan, burying his face in his hands. He’s blown it. He’s totally screwed himself. His parents and his people won’t care, but Vanessa is going to kill him.

He can just imagine her distress that he would do something like this without her knowledge or say-so. Maybe he could fix it if he proposed they get matching tattoos, but she has no fondness for snakes and he’s rather certain you’re supposed to get matching tattoos together. She’s going to find out, she’s going to be hurt, and it’s going to be all Luka’s fault.

Fool, he thinks miserably.

Fifteen minutes he spends experiencing every possible variation on denial, anger, and depression before he can no longer justify wasting time like this. Vanessa is waiting for him and if he wants the time to properly apologize to her then he had better leave sooner rather than later.

Luka gets dressed and scowlingly seizes up his travel bag. He makes his bed and shuts the door to his bathroom. He reorganizes the papers on his desk and is about to toss out the crumpled paper crown before he stops, shoulders tight.

He made a monumentally foolish mistake last night. But despite that… he thinks about the delighted support offered by Tash, Belle, and Haz when he had decided to stay longer at the party; about how freeing it’d been to not worry for a little while about how terribly Vanessa might be feeling without him; about how light and filled with possibility the world seemed without the weight of his kingdom on his mind.

It had been, truly, quite a nice night.

Luka sighs and flattens out the crumpled crown. He folds it neatly and files it away with the rest of his papers.

He’ll buy flowers for Vanessa on the way home. Maybe it will help.

[aghasexxy]

ONE WOMAN SHOW PT. 2 | Im Jaebum

Pairing: Reader x Im Jaebum

Words: 1688

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Stripping/ Teasing

Summary: you work at the most famous strip club in Los Angeles and you have customers that come in asking for you all the time. Including one mysterious man whose father is the head of the K-Town mob. And who closes down the club once a week to discuss “business”.

The sound of the city spills into the club on a very packed Friday night. The last Friday of 2019. The last Friday of the decade. Our doors have been open for less than an hour and the club is already filled to the brim with men and women unable to walk steadily. I look across the club from backstage, laughing at the chaos out there. But those people don’t matter to me. Only one person does. And he’s nowhere in sight.

“Y/N,” I turn around to see my best friend Wendy. She’s grinning ear to ear as usual. She grabs my face with her delicate hands. “Could you pretend to be excited please? This is the final Friday of the decade!” She squeals like a kid in Disneyland. “I promise I’m excited. I’m just expecting someone,” I look back towards the bar. “Would that someone be JB?” I look back at her with a smirk and roll my eyes. “Y/N! You need to stop fucking

around and just go for it! He obviously wants you!” A whistle breaks through the sound of the dancers laughing and chatting. Our boss calls us for a final pep talk before the night truly begins.

“Ladies!,” he exclaims, demanding the attention of every dancer. “First and foremost, welcome to the end of the decade,” we all erupt in hoots, hollers, and applause. “We’ve really kicked ass this year and I’m so proud of all we accomplished. Both on stage and behind the scenes. To say we ended the year off with a bang is an understatement,” he whips out a stack of cash from his back pocket, snickering at everyone’s slack jaws. I stand arms crossed, completely unimpressed. “We helped sell a lot of product this year, all without any raids. Good work!” We all clap and talk amongst ourselves. He gets our attention again. “Okay for tonight, the lineup for the main show is Claire, Denise, Angie, Loren, Tabitha, Wendy, and of course,” I roll my eyes and smile as all the girls look to me and cheer my name. “Our star Y/N!” The room erupts in applause and I try to shush them. “Okay ladies! Go get dressed! We start in 45 minutes!” Applause erupts as we all rush to the dressing room.

I apply setting spray to my face to finish off my makeup look for the night. Looking in the mirror, I am in awe of the work of art I created. Wendy whistles at me from across the room and I giggle. She walks over to my vanity. “Yo mami you got a man?” I turn around. “Wendy why are you like this?!” She shrugs. “I’m pretty sure that whoever wrote the best friend manual included one of the rules to be “hype up your best friend in the most obnoxious way you know how”,” she kisses my cheek. “So that’s what I’m doing!” I stand up and take off my trench coat to show her my outfit of choice. The lights in the room flash which means that the show is about to begin. The girls scatter like roaches and I call Wendy over. “I’m wearing his favorite lingerie tonight for my set,” I say slyly as she grins from ear to ear. “Ahhhh I love that one! You’re gonna be breaking necks tonight for sure! If not his then everyone else’s!”

An hour goes by and Wendy is just now wrapping up her set. A member of the stage crew comes back to the dressing room. “You’re up in 10 Y/N,” I nod and make some final touch ups. Wendy peels around the corner, her hair in her face as she tries to catch her breath. “You killed it out there!,” I yell, running over to hug her. “How was the crowd? Did you see JB?” I pull back and before she can answer, I get called to the stage. On my way out, Wendy gives my ass a nice love tap. “You’ll find out,” she says as I walk to the side stage.

The announcer goes on stage before me and starts my introduction. The audience cease their hoots and hollers so that he can speak. “Ladies and gentleman, we all can admit that nothing is sexier than when we come home after a long day of work and the first thing we see is our significant other walking around in your favorite lingerie set,” men start whistling and I can’t help but blush. “And tonight, for those single, lonely souls, you’ll get to experience that fantasy for the very first time.” The audience erupts in applause along with the other performers watching behind me. I can’t help but just smile. “Y’all have been waiting for her all night! Here she is, our stunning duchess Y/N!” As the audience loses their minds once again, I let out a breath and stand tall. Here we go.

Wasabi by Little Mix starts to play as I strut on stage. Bills start to fly the moment I come into view and men are on their feet cheering for me. They don’t mean shit to me of course. My eyes scan the room, hoping to lock onto piercing brown ones. I keep smiling as I strut down the catwalk to the pole in the middle. I take off my robe, earning an eruption of applause and whistles. I look out on the floor again when I lock eyes with him. JB. There he was, sitting right in my line of vision. His smirk accompanied with him man spreading in his chair was enough for me to get on my knees right then and there. I twirl around nice and slow, giving him something to look at. He’s probably having a hard time keeping it together right now: his favorite dancer in his favorite lingerie set performing for strangers instead of just him. I press my back against my pole, dropping low in slow motion. My eyes never leave his. Maybe I should punish him for being late, show him who’s boss.The music stops and I receive a standing ovation from the crowd. Everyone was on their feet including him. The MC comes out on stage.

“Wow Y/N! Another show-stopping entrance! You know what time it is! Time to pick a lucky guy in the crowd to give him a lap dance!” The sounds of whoops and hollers at this point are deafening. “Now Y/N, what song would you like to dance to?” I turn to the DJ. “Play Rules by Doja Cat for me, please.” The MC fans his face dramatically as the crowd goes crazy once again. I look back out and see JB. His eyes burn into me like daggers. I know what that look means.

“DJ, if you would,” the MC asks as he scurried offstage. The music starts and my eyes start to wander. I walk onto the floor, locking eyes with every horny middle-aged man I see. I blow kisses, wink, and smile and it’s enough to get tens of hundreds of dollars thrown my way. The floor vibrates from the intense bass in the music and I am locked onto my target. JB looks me up and down as I circle around him. My fingers drag across his broad shoulders and I take a seat on his lap, licking my lips as I lock eyes with him. “You wanna play with me, baby,” he whispers softly to me, my pussy clenching and instantly getting wet. The men around us were cheering JB on and whistling loudly. I stand up and reach out my hand, answering his question with a simple head nod. He snickers and grabs hold, triggering another roar of applause from those watching. We walked back to the stage where a lonely chair sat. The spotlight shines over it as the metal gives off a supernatural glow in the white light. He sits down, not leaving my eyes for one second. “You know the rules sir,” I lean in, his cologne overwhelming my senses. “No touching,” I whisper sensually. I stand up and turn around. I look at him as I bend over, my ass being the only thing he has his eyes on. I come back up slowly and smack my ass. I can’t help myself from smiling at the evil mug on his face. This is torture for him. He wants to wreck me to no end, I know he does. But house rules say otherwise. I strut back over to him, kicking his left foot out. “Spread your legs,” I demand. I climb onto his lap and I feel a pulsating sensation from under me. “You like that?” I ask sweetly, like I’m not torturing him. I slowly start to grind on his clothed dick and he lets out the deepest moan I’ve ever heard in my life. I feel myself getting wet at the sound of it. “Yeah daddy?,” I whisper, grinding him a little faster. I stop and lean all the way back. My hands graze the ground along with my head as our crotches stay glued together. I come back up slowly, my breast threatening to pop out into his face. I come all the way up and the song is over. The crowd cheers and I get a standing ovation. He leans in closer to me and our noses barely graze each other’s. “I’m going to make a mess of you Y/N. You’re mine,” I bite my lip and giggle. “I hope that’s a promise, babe.” I wink at JB and stroke his face before turning around to address the audience. “Thank you for coming out tonight everyone! Happy new year!” The crowd yells it back and erupts in applause. I turn back to JB. “Let’s give a big round of applause for my performance partner tonight!” Whistles and claps follow as he walks off stage. I just know by the look in his eye that the next time I see him, he will have his way with me. And I can’t wait.

[fsketchart]

OKAY SO QUICK HEADCANONS-

I did some research about Chinese weddings when I was bored (because I'm chinese but I don't know cHINESE CULTURE-) And at Chinese weddings, they have a game called the door game where the groom has to prove he is worthy of the bride by doing all these challenges, and his best friends will stick by his side and complete the challenges with him, and of course, me being me, I just instantly thought MARINEEEEEEEEEEEETTE and so I birthed this headcanon. In the door game, the bridesmaids typically make the challenges, while the groomsmen help the groom. I'm sorry if the DC characters were out of character, I haven't seen DC in awhile but I remember DC bringing me so much joy when I was younger.

Side Note : This happens years later, they're all adults in this one. Thank you @ozmav for birthing this AU, I've been swallowed whole.

· The bridesmaids formed a wall around Marinette, and smirked at the line of groomsmen that Damian had chosen.

· Damian and his brothers are an obvious must have on this list. The way Damian sees it, if he suffers, his brothers should become victims to the torture as well.

· Jon, beast boy, cyborg, you name it. They're suffering too.

· Each of them had to pay a fine to join in the challenges, (In red envelopes, not to much obviously but it's a tradition.)

· And dear lord was it scary.

· When the bridesmaids stepped out, Kagami had a smile on her face as she and the other girls filed out.

· That was when they knew it was going to be a scary ride.

· Damian thought that he had to have been the unluckiest man alive.

· Kagami was the one to announce the first challenge...

· She along with her mother had prepared several drinks for them all to taste. Each of them had to taste each drink and try to guess what it was. If they guessed wrong, they had to take another shot. If they guessed right, they moved onto the next drink.

· Lovely fine beverages included Apple Cider Vinegars, Bitter herbs, Red Chilli, and ended with each of them having to keep a large piece of ice in their mouth for as long as possible.

· The person who spits out the ice cube, accidently chews / swallows it, or gives up, gets to play a LOVELY role in the next challenge.

· As Kagami explains this Dick and Damian are already arguing, completely ignoring her instructions.

· Except the ice is still in their mouths.

· "HESHYUSUGICKHEAD!"

· "IAKETHAASUHCAHPLEEMEH!"

· "FEKYUBIRBAIN!"

· Eventually Damian has enough and he bites into the ice cube to continue yelling at Dick.

· Except he's on the ground covering his mouth while he laughs so the ice doesn't fall out.

· All Kagami does is pause, before breaking into one of those Disney villain laughs.

· The next challenge is done by Alya, (in this AU she didn't fall as easily into Lila's lies and 👏stood👏up👏for👏her👏friend👏)

· Alya has a mischevious gleam in her eyes as she explains the next challenge :

· The groomsmen and the groom will have 20 minutes to create a cheer routine that MUST include a pyramid...

· Everyone immediately starting crowding around Damian saying that he would be on top, because he's one of the lightest there and for the love of god Tim was not allowed to be on top, much to his displeasure.

· And Kagami was like, "Yeah lemme stop you right there-"

· As his punishment for biting the ice, Damian was on the bottom.

· The cheer routine ended with Tim and Dick fighting for the spotlight.

· The pyramid didn't last long.

· Why? Because Jon was also in the bottom row and he fucking sneezed.

· Eventually Dick and Tim were climbing on top of the collapsed pile, trying to push eachother off.

· Kagami and Chloe ran over to pull them off eachother while Alya recorded everything on her phone. Marinette was wheezing.

· Chloe had a TON of fun for the 3rd challenge.

· It's not uncommon for the men to have to wax their legs, as it's supposed to make the men understand what the women went through when waxing their legs.

· Chloe was thrilled.

· Damian was not.

· During that challenge a lot of...colorful language was thrown about.

· Bruce was not impressed.

· They swore they would never speak of this again.

· Of course, Alya always had her trusty camera on her, at ALL times, but they didn't need to know that-

· The next challenge was done by Juleka and Rose...

· They took photos of each bridesmaid and the bride herself and cut out each features, (A close up of the nose, eyes, hair, lips, etc.)

· The groom went in solo for this challenge.

· Immediately Damian spotted the difference and swiftly picked out all the photos of his fiancee in less then 2 minutes. No mistakes.

· Cue the crowd clapping and Marinette turning extremely red and burying her hands in her face.

· Feel free to add more challenges yourself, it's totally up to you.

· The final challenge was prepared by all of the bridesmaids...

· Marinette stood in the corner of the room, and at each corner, there was a mini crowd blocking their view. A tie was tied around her neck and a small piece of yarn was tied around that string.

· There were about 5 other pieces of yarn in the room, each blocked by a mini crowd. These yarns lead to much less...pleasant surprises.

· Damian had 3 tries to find his bride and complete the challenge.

· Damian's saw Marinette's mother waiting at the end where the red string was, and rushed over there. When the crowd split to make room for him to walk through...

· Damian just saw a post it note stuck to Jason's head saying, "Carry me."

· Damian tried to run but to not avail. The crowd closed in.

· Cue Jason getting a piggy back ride.

· Damian was not to kean on picking the next one as quickly as before. He glanced around for any clues, but noticed his father and Tom Dupain-Cheng next to the green string.

· And was met with a scooter, (the kind that they give out during gym class that is just a square board with wheels, sometimes with handles.) On the scooter, it said, "Hop on!"

· The crowd was laughing as Damian struggled to fit himself and Jason on the same tiny scooter while still moving.

· "MOVE YOUR LEFT FOOT AND PUSH- MY LEFT IDIOT"

· "OH WELL I'M SORRY YOU DEMON SPAWN OF SATAN JEEZ Here let me just-"

· "WE'RE GOING BACKWARDS YOU-"

· Eventually, they reached the center of the room again.

· Finally, Damian took notice a small, tiny flower tied onto a pink string of yarn, all the way near the back.

· Slowly...and painfully...Damian and Jason made their way over to the back and followed the string.

· When the crowd finally split, Damian was left in awe.

· Marinette stood there in a white gown with pink flowers decorating her dress, with her hair tied in without a doubt done by Chloe and Juleka. She smiled a brightly up at him and approached him.

· Damian had an entire speech planned out, but all the words he could get out were, "I love you."

· The crowd started hooting and hollering, as they kissed. Despite everything, Damian felt like the luckiest man alive.

I wasn't sure if anyone wanted to be tagged in anything other than A Second Chance, so I don't have a tag list, but comment if you want to be tagged in future Maribat stuff, both fic or not fic related.

Maribat Chinese Wedding Traditions

[the-jade-cross]

Over the Mountains - Chapter 9

When SEpha woke, it was four days later and she was in one of the guest chambers in Erabor. Fili was at her side, half falling asleep on his hand while he gripped her hand with his free hand.

"Fee," the girl gasped.

Fili snapped out of his doze and got to his feet in an instant, "SEPHA! You're awake! here I'll get you some water. are you feeling alright? Oin said you would be sore. You sure you're alright?"

Sepha pushed herself to a sitting position and took the glass of water from the excited young dwarf, "Yeah I'm fine.... what happened after I blacked out?"

Fili shrugged, "We started cleaning up. Dale has begun to get rebuilt. Bard returned the arkenstone but THorin gave it to Gandalf to dispose of. I don't know how Gandalf destroyed it but he's a wizard after all. THranduil left, Legolas has gone to the North to find the Dunedin.... don't know who they are and Tauriel...."

"Tauriel," Sepha gasped. "Where is Kili?"

FIli bowed his head and fought the tears that came up, "We buried him two days ago. Tauriel didn't stay for the funeral. She left. Thranduil said she probably headed to the undying lands. She left this though."

He held out a small pair of blades to the girl and Sepha recognized them as Tauriel's daggers.... for an elf to leave a weapon behind meant that she probably had gone to the undying lands.

"Oh Kili," Sepha sighed, feeling tears prick her eyes.

She went to stand up but Fili helped her, "Careful. You got a nasty gash on your stomach and side. It's going to leave a scar."

"I'm fine," Sepha sighed. "Where is Thorin?"

Fili smirked and his face at once lit up, "He wouldn't leave your side and was practically depriving himself of food and sleep.... again! Balin finally made the excuse that they needed his help burning orc bodies and reconstructing the gate. That finally got him up."

Sepha was about to head to the door when she saw that she was only in a white gown, "Could you excuse me Fee?"

Fili nodded and turned around so that Sepha could slip on her leather outfit and lace it up, loose enough to not hurt her side or her stomach. She then pushed her hair out of her eyes and put it in a fast plait. She hunted for the bead... but then remembered that she had given it to Thorin. She grabbed one of own and put it in.

"Come on," she said.

Fili followed her as the girl ran, surprisingly fast for a healing person. When they reached the gate, Sepha stopped to take in the sight. Thorin was overseeing reconstruction of the front gate but this time he was making it just like it had been before Smaug attacked, with the high wall but the huge wooden double doors.

Sepha looked to the side to see that several dwarves were building a new statue to put where the other one had been. When Thorin had been sick, he had the dwarves destroy the head of one of the stone dwarves to break the bridge. She saw that they were making the dwarf to look just like Kili and the other one to look like Thrain.

Smiling to herself, she approached Thorin. He was standing at the top of the gate, looking over at the vast countryside outside the gate that was now blooming with green grass. His back was to her and he was a good twenty feet above her but she could still tell it was him. He looked just like he had when she had first met him. He wore a simple dark blue tunic, pants and boots. His hair was clean and he was completely washed of the blood and dirt of battle.

He looked like a king.

Sepha's eyes wandered to the two statues that stood on the inside of the gate on either side of the large wooden double doors. One one side was Bilbo, holding Sting. The other was a giant wolf, unmistakably Sepha. Compared to the statue of Bilbo, sitting on her haunches, the stone wolf looked about the same size as the Bilbo statue which was at least twenty feet tall. The girl smirked.

"My eyes aren't that close together!" The girl called out.

All the dwarves who were working turned and looked at her and all of the company allowed their mouths to drop open. Thorin spun on his heel at the sound of her voice and Sepha smiled. With the setting sun behind his head, he looked like an angel. Gosh did she miss the real THorin!

"SEPHA!" The company all hooted.

THorin didn't say a word but bolted down the stairs. Sepha ran towards the door and met THorin halfway. It was lucky that SEpha was a strong person or she would have lost all the air in her lungs by the impact of Thorin slamming into her and crushing her in a hug. However, Sepha was built on experience and she had experienced plenty of bone breaking hugs. She buried her nose in Thorin's shoulder while he gripped her so tight that she almost snapped. He nuzzled his nose into her neck and allowed his face to hide within her long brown hair.

"Aramalime," THorin whispered into her hair.

Sepha smiled and laughed softly in spite of herself. Thorin gently released her and cupped her face with his hands. She smiled up at him and noticed tears appearing in his eyes. She reached up and gently wiped them away, smiling at him.

"Don't cry. Everything is going to be alright."

THorin smiled behind the tears and brought his lips down on hers. Sepha felt the urgency, the need but also the unbelief in that kiss. She could feel his body shake as the tears continued to stream down his face. She smiled into the kiss and wrapped her hands around his broad shoulders, trying to show him that he wasn't dreaming and that she wasn't going anywhere.

When they parted, they were greeted by the hoots, hollers and cheers from the dwarves. Sepha smiled and blushed bright red which only brought a massive grin to THorin's face. The dwarf prince brought his forehead down to hers and pressed it against her forehead gently while smiling.

"I love you," he whispered.

Sepha smiled and traced his jawline with her finger, "I love you more."

t's so beautiful," Sepha breathed.

THorin looked down at the girl and smiled. it had been a week since she had woken up and she was completely recovering now. The color had returned to her face and after plenty of rest and nourishment, she had returned to her usual slim, but not underfed state.

THorin couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful she looked wearing the soft blue dress that she was wearing that really brought out the green in her eyes. Her hair fell in long brown ripples down her back and small wisps fell about her face, framing her smiling face.

They were walking outside of ERabor. She had asked to see the hidden door so he had taken her on a quiet stroll around the mountain. They were now standing upon the grassy hill below the hidden door and SEpha was looking up at the statue of a dwarf with admiration and awe.

She didn't realize that Thorin had been looking at her the whole time till she turned to look at him and saw a soft smile on his face as he looked into her eyes, his blue eyes glowing with love.

Sepha blushed crimson and looked down.

Thorin reached over and placing his bent finger under her chin, lifted her eyes to look at him.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered.

This only made Sepha blush even more but Thorin kept a gentle hold on her chin to keep her from looking down.

"I know I have hurt you.... and I don't even deserve forgiveness from you," THorin said in a soft whisper. "But if you find it somewhere in your heart to forgive me....would you be willing to take this back?"

Sepha looked down at what THorin held out and saw that it was his bead. She felt tears prick her eyes as she looked at him and smiled. She gently reached to her hair and pulled out her own bead and allowed Thorin to gently take the braid in his fingers and slip the bead on.

She was about to hug him when she noticed something different. Fingering the bead, she saw that it wasn't the same bead he had given her before.

"This isnt the same one," she pointed out.

Thorin nodded, "I know... that's because it's not a courting bead."

Sepha cocked her head in perplexity as she looked down at the bead. Turning it over, she saw that it had THorin's crest.... but on the other side.... it had a symbol of a wolf. The girl looked up to see that Thorin had taken a step closer and was fingering her cheek with his hand.

"Persephone Anatello. I have loved you from the moment I met you. I know that I along they way I have done everything in my power to not earn your love in return but.... but if you will give me this one chance, I promise I will never hurt you again and I will love you till the day I day and beyond."

By the time he had finished, tears were streaming down Sepha's cheeks as Thorin gently bent down on one knee in front of her, still holding her hand in his.

"Sepha.... will you marry me?"

Sepha clapped a hand to her mouth to hold back the sobs as she nodded her head vigorously and threw herself at THorin. The dwarf king let out a overjoyed laugh as he caught the girl and spun her around, burying his face in her sweet smelling hair.

What they didn't know was that about twenty meters away, Fili and Bilbo were watching them from behind a boulder with knowing smirks on their faces as they shook each other's hands in victory. Next to them, Dwalin and Balin were staring, eyes wide and mouths dropped almost to the ground.

"Pay up you two," Bilbo whispered.

TIME SKIP

"Excited?" Fili asked, smirking at Sepha.

Of course, the girl missed the smirk but the tone of his voice told her he was smirking. Fili at the moment was waiting outside Sepha's chambers for her to change.

"Do I look excited?" Sepha called back.

"So you're not!?" FIli teased.

The door of her chambers flew open, whacking FIli in the back of the head, "OF course I'm excited! I'm so excited I'm nervous!"

Fili smirked but the smirk disappeared to a look of shock when he saw what Sepha was wearing.

The white gown she was wearing came to the floor, concealing her cute white shoes. The train of the dress trailed behind her, not a great deal but enough. The blue collar and belt brought out the blue tints in her green eyes and made her hair look even darker brown.

Her hair was mostly down except for the thick dwarven braid that Dis had put in. When Thorin's sister Dis had arrived, she had immediately fallen in love with her brother's bride to be. Of course, Thorin and Fili had been exasperated when they discovered that both women shared something in common: playing pranks on others.

The first night Dis had arrived, THorin had fallen asleep sitting in an armchair in front of the fire with Sepha sleeping beside him, her head on his lap. They had been talking in the night and had fallen asleep thus. However, when Thorin had woken up, he had found Bombur lying next to him and it had scared him clear out of next week. of course, Dis and Sepha only found it amusing.

"You look amazing Auntie Seph," FIli said, smiling fondly at the woman.

Sepha smiled and blushed crimson as FIli held out his arm to her. SEpha took it and took a deep breath as Fili slowly led her down the hallway to the great hall.

When they reached the door that separate them from every other dwarf in the kingdom, Sepha found Beorn, Bilbo, Gandalf, Radagast and Dis standing there. Dis was grinning from ear to ear and handing her handkerchief (that she didn't need) to Bilbo who was crying as if he was the mother of the bride. Beorn was beaming at her and Radagast and Gandalf were smiling.

Fili released Sepha long enough for her to give each of them a hug.

"You're a sight Bilbo," FIli pointed out, grinning at the hobbit.

Bilbo sniffed and smiled, "Don't judge."

"You should get going," Dis pointed out, "In case you didn't know by now, Thorin isnt exactly a patient dwarf."

Sepha and Fili both chuckled at this and Fili wrapped Sepha's slender hand through his arm again as Beorn pushed the huge doors open. Sepha heard the ruffling of clothes and chairs as people rose to their feet. She slowly lifted her head and gasped.

The great hall was decorated with an abundant amount of white and pale blue flowers. When Dis had asked Sepha about decorations, the girl had refused to add ribbons or bright colors so Dis just stuck with pretty wildflowers and woven wooden and green decorations.

Sepha lifted her eyes and smiled at the sight directly opposite her. Standing at the alter was Dain (why Dis asked him to do the ceremony, THorin and Sepha would never know) who was dressed in an elaborate set of ceremonial armor. On either side of the alter stood the whole company, in their best and beaming. Half of them, especially Dori, Nori and Ori were weeping.

Thorin stood slightly in front of Dain, his hands clasped behind his back. The girl found herself smiling at how perfect he looked. He was wearing the same attire he had worn when they had first met: the blue tunic and black cloak. He looked so regal with Orcrist on his belt.... but at the same time, she still saw the Thorin he always would be: leader and protector.

Fili patted the girl's hand as he led her down the aisle and directly to his uncle. Fili of course had never done this before so he was going to make the best of it. He kissed Sepha on the cheek before turning to Thorin and faking seriousness.

"You take good care of her Uncle,"

Thorin smiled which finally broke the fake seriousness on Fili's face and the boy smiled, pressing his forehead to his uncle's before stepping back to stand with Dwalin and Balin.

THorin reached out and took Sepha's hands in his, encasing her slender hands in his strong large ones. His eyes never left hers as he drew her onto the alter and in front of him. Dain sauntered over, a huge grin on his face and the ceremony began.

(I honestly don't know how dwarven ceremonies go so I'll just skip the ceremony:))

"You make kiss the bride," Dain announced.

Without hesitation, Thorin reached over and cupping the back of her neck in his hand, he drew her lips to his and kissed her long and thoroughly. The hall erupted in a din of cheers, wolf whistles and screams of joy. Of course, most of the noise was coming from the company (99% of that coming from Fili and Dwalin).

Thorin pressed his forehead to hers and smiled.

"I love you Aramalime."

Sepha smiled and closed her eyes, "And I love you, Thorin Oakenshield."

was late and the festivities following the ceremony were still going on. About three hours into it, THorin began to notice that SEpha couldn't dance anymore. Thorin had managed to get three dances in with her before she was swept off by every other dwarf present who insisted on dancing with the new queen under the mountain.

Balin had finally told the last dwarf to let SEpha rest and then had given THorin the 'off with you' look, meaning he thought it best that the newlyweds depart, leaving everyone else to party long into the night.

Thorin led Sepha away from the hall and to his private chambers. He had his fingers laced with hers and every few seconds he would look at her, love pouring from his eyes. Finally when they reached the door, Thorin startled the girl by stooping down and picking her up bridal style.

Sepha let out a gentle chuckle and wrapped her arms around his neck as he pushed the door open with his foot, then closed it with his heel. Thorin never took his eyes off of her as he set her down. He ran his hands along her arms, then to her waist where he gently traced his fingers along her back.

"I love you," he whispered before stooping down to capture her lips.

Sepha smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers though his long tresses.

TIME SKIP.... (because I'm only 17 and still PG-13 lol!!!!:))

Thorin lay awake, staring up at the ceiling above him. He didn't find anything of the wooden ceiling interesting, for he wasn't really looking. His mind was on other things. While he was running through the duties he had to fulfill the next few days, his fingers were gently running through Sepha's long brown hair that cascaded around her pretty sleeping head.

The girl was still sound asleep, her head resting on his bare chest, her soft breathing barely making the sheets rise and fall. Thorin could feel her heart beating against his chest and it made him smile. They had been married for almost two weeks now and almost every dwarf in Erabor had insisted Thorin take the mornings slow. That way, he didn't have to rush out of bed, either waking Sepha up earlier than need be or not being allowed to share breakfast with her.

In that case, Thorin was allowed the time to lay in bed for an extra hour before rousing and having breakfast with his wife before heading off to his duties as king.

Thorin turned his head to look at his sleeping wife and smiled. Her lashes were fluttering as she slowly woke. He reached over and ran his finger across her soft cheek and planted a kiss on her forehead.

The girl shifted at the gesture and let out a sigh as she opened her eyes. Thorin looked down at her as she turned to look up at him, a smile on her lips.

"Good morning," she whispered.

Thorin smiled, "Morning."

Sepha stirred enough so she could reach up and place a kiss on his lips before lying back down. She brought one hand up and laid it on his chest, feeling the taut muscle of his chest while she rested her chin on her hand, looking at him.

"How is it that you look beautiful even after you've been asleep for hours?" Thorin whispered.

Sepha smiled, "I move in my sleep in case you hadn't noticed so I don't look anywhere near beautiful in the morning."

THorin shook his head, "I beg to differ. You always look like an angel. Though, you have been restless more recently."

Sepha nodded and laid back, resting her head in the crook of his arm, "It's hard trying to get sleep for two people."

Thorin chuckled, "I'm getting enough sleep. You don't have worry about me."

"I wasn't talking about you," Sepha said softly.

Thorin thought that maybe she was trying to prank him with words so he thought back to what she had said. After a few minutes his eyes widened and he sat up straight with a start. SEpha rose to a sitting position, a smile on her face at her husband's reaction.

"You mean.... you are sure?" he asked, his eyes wide.

Sepha nodded and her smile widened, "I started getting symptoms a few days ago so Dis suggested I see Oin. He confirmed it."

Thorin's eyes kept widening until a huge grin spread across his face and he caught the girl up in a bone breaking hug.

Sepha chuckled as they laid back down, Thorin still holding her in a tight hug.

"I love you so much," he whispered into her ear.

Sepha smiled and turned to kiss his beard, "I love you two.... both of us do."

Thorin smiled widely at that and closed his eyes, his cheek resting against her forehead.

ight Months Later

Thorin was restless. Balin could tell. The king had barely paid attention during the meeting that morning and then when Dwalin went with him to oversee the training of the warrior dwarves, Dwalin had agreed that Thorin really seemed in another world.

He was spooning his lunch around, obviously not hungry and was resting his cheek on his fist, staring blankly into space.

"You alright Thorin?" Balin asked. "Feeling sick?"

THorin snapped out of it and noticed that the whole company was looking at him with concern, "No... why?"

"You just seem out of it lately," Fili pointed out. "Don't think we didn't notice Uncle."

Thorin sighed and looked down at his food, "I'm worried."

"I knew it!" Bombur hooted a little too loud and got shushed by his cousins.

"What about laddie?" Oin inquired.

Thorin sighed and ran his hand through his hair, "It's Sepha."

"Are you kidding me?" Gloin asked, moving to the side so that the serving maid was able to refill his mug of ale. "I have never seen a girl look so happy! She is practically glowing! Motherhood suits her well."

THorin smiled fondly at this but it faded after a moment, "It's not that...it's the pregnancy herself. She is only eight months and already she looks ready to..."

"Burst?" Dwalin asked, smirking. "I would say that. I asked Oin three times if he was sure it wasn't twins you two were having but he was sure."

Thorin shook his head, "It's my fault."

"How is it your fault?" Fili inquired, smiling at the maid who handed him a fresh mug of ale.

"How come you get a whole new mug of ale?" Bofur asked, peering into Fili's full mug with jealousy.

"Because he keeps giving the handmaid that look," Dwalin pointed out after the maid had left.

All eyes glanced at FIli who had zoned out with a flirtatious smirk on his face, his eyes watching the door where the handmaid had left. It reminded the dwarves a little too much of Kili.

"Hey," Gloin remarked. "Back to the original conversation. Why do you think it's your fault THorin? It's not like you could decide the size of the babe."

Thorin shook his head, "I should have known it would hurt her. She has always been such a small, gentle thing. even though she is the strongest, toughest person I know..."

"Are you blaming yourself because you're a 'large dwarf'?" FIli asked, giving his uncle a teasing look. "Not in width but in height and muscle?"

Balin snorted at the young dwarf's remark and tried to hide his grin.

"Thorin," Dwalin sighed, patting the king's shoulder. "I will admit, compared to you, the lass is a small one but just like you said: she's strong and tough. If anyone could handle carrying the strong dwarf bairn of Thorin Oakenshield, it would be her."

Thorin smiled, a little encouraged by this but his eyes still held concern.

"Maybe it will make you feel better if you just spent more time with her," Balin suggested. "Let her prove it herself that this isnt too much for her."

Thorin sighed and nodded, "Maybe you're right."

With that he left, missing the pleased smiles on everyone's faces. After Sepha had announced her pregnancy, the whole company had practically died. They hadn't thought about the prospect of Sepha and Thorin having children and had completely forgotten to place bets.... that is everyone except Dis who of course would have won the bet so all the company agreed to do THorin's sister a favor since she was the only one with enough sense to think of making a bet.

After that, the company had found it a whole relieving thing with a pregnant woman in their midst. Not only because it gave them a sense to protect her even more than usual, but also because it gave them a chance to think of the future. Balin of course was the most excited to see a young bairn running around underfoot and Fili was more than excited about the anticipation of having a cousin.

Sepha had brought a whole new light to the company during her pregnancy. True there were the times when her hormones would kick in and she would become teary eyed about everything but after the first two episodes and after Dis explained the whole thing to the company, they weren't surprised whenever she would break down and they always knew how to cheer her up (by waging bets about the most outrageous things).

Thorin closed the door behind him as he headed off to find his wife but not before hearing Fili ask Dwalin why he was waggling his eyebrows at him. This only made the king smile, knowing that the moment his sister and SEpha laugh wind of Fili's attraction to the particular dwarf maid, Fili would have his hands full.

When Thorin entered his and Sepha's private chambers, he couldn't help but grin. Crossing his arms and resting his shoulder against the doorframe, he just stood there and smiled. Sepha was standing by the windowsill, tending to the small ferns that she had planted in the window box. After Sepha had insisted some indoor plants, Thorin had realized that it brought a whole different light to the room when there was a plant in the room.

Sepha's long hair was down (she had refrained from braiding it recently unless THorin helped her because it had become hard to reach back and braid without straining her stomach), cascading down her back and across the cream colored gown she wore.

it was a loose, light dress that was one of the few things she could still wear and feel comfortable in. True to Thorin's word and concern, Sepha was indeed heavily pregnant. She of course was taking it beautifully. Her cheeks were always full of color and her eyes always sparkled. She always had a smile on her face (unless the hormones spoke otherwise) and she never complained.

Of course, Thorin began to catch on whenever he saw Sepha sit down or begin to breathe heavily or place a hand on her back. HE soon learned with some help from Oin and Dis that this was a sign of her back getting tired from carrying the extra weight so whenever that happened, he was always the first to make her sit down and rest.

Sepha was humming to herself and THorin didn't want to interrupt her. He recognized the song as the song he and the company sang when they were in Baggend, but it was a more lighthearted, softer version.

Thorin walked silently across the room and slipped his arms around her waist. Sepha turned her head and smiled as THorin placed a kiss on her cheek, then her neck.

"I thought you had a meeting today," she said.

"Already done," Thorin replied. "Balin suggested I come and check on you."

Sepha smiled and leant against his hard chest, "I'm glad you did. I think it's about time we thought of names."

Thorin felt his heart soar at the way she seemed to whisper that. He smiled as the girl took his hand and led him to the bed. Thorin sat down on the edge, Sepha sitting next to him. She leant her head against his shoulder and he pressed his cheek against her hair, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

"What were you thinking of?" Thorin asked.

"I was stuck between names for a boy," She replied. "We could either name him after you: Thorin III, or we could name him after your father...."

THorin smiled, "Well that's two options. What about the girl?"

"I was at a loss for girl names."

Thorin smiled and kissed her forehead, "What about Thora?"

Sepha smiled and looking at her husband, she kissed him gently, "Actually, that gives me an idea for the boy name."

"What is it?" Thorin whispered.

"Killian," Sepha whispered.

Thorin felt himself freeze but a smile appeared on his face, "Kili would love that."

Sepha nodded and laid her head back on his shoulder, "I wish he could have been here to see his little cousin."

Thorin smiled and hugged her close, "He'll meet them one day... in a better place."

Sepha nodded and closed her eyes. Just then, she shot straight up, startling THorin.

"Oh," she gasped, placing a hand on her stomach.

"What is it?" THorin asked, his voice laced with worry.

"Thorin.... we need Oin and Dis," The girl gasped. "My water just broke."

horin kept pacing back and forth. Dwalin had to plant himself in front of the door for every time that Sepha screamed, Thorin's fists clenched so much that his knuckles went white and twice, he almost tried to break into the room.

Of course, Balin had to assure the dwarf king that Dis and Oin had everything under control and that the screams were normal. The whole company were sitting in the hallway. Fili had gotten tired of sitting so he was pacing with his uncle, both going opposite directions and passing each other every few seconds.

"I think I'm gonna go check on the troops," Gloin muttered, beginning to head down the hallway.

"Okay," Thorin muttered, still not looking up or even stop moving.

"I'll go with you," Bofur offered, getting up.

Gloin thought a moment before walking back, "On seconds thoughts I'll just stay...."

"Okay," Thorin mumbled.

"Yeah I'll stay," Bofur remarked.

Dwalin rolled his eyes while Balin spoke up, "Will you two quit it? It's not your first born you're worried about so stop it, you're making Thorin crazy."

Suddenly, Thorin stopped pacing and Fili had to catch himself before he rammed into his uncle since he hadn't noticed Thorin stop pacing.

"It's gotten quiet in there," Thorin pointed out.

everyone jumped to their feet and Dwalin stepped away from the door, all eyes on the door. Suddenly, a high pitched wail hit the air and all the dwarves knew that sound.... the cry of a baby.

The door flew open and there stood Oin. He looked at all the expectant faces and grinned widely.

"It's a lassie!"

Thorin couldn't hold back the huge grin that spread across his face and he barely heard the hollers, hoots and cheers from behind him. Soon the dwarves were throwing bags of coins back and forth, most of them to Fili (figures).

Oin stepped to the side to let Thorin in. Dis looked up from where she was standing next to the bed. When she saw her brother in the doorway, she smiled and walked over. She patted him on the shoulder with a grin before shooing all the dwarves out and closing the door, giving the new parents some time alone.

Thorin stood frozen to the spot, staring at the sight before him. Sepha was sitting propped up on the bed, a small bundle in her arms. She was wearing a loose white gown and her hair was down and cascading around her. She looked up and smiled at the sight of him.

"Come here Thorin," She said gently, "Come see our daughter."

Thorin's legs moved themselves to the side of the bed and he slowly sat down beside his wife. He peered at the little face looking up at him with her huge beautiful green eyes.

Her dark hair brought out the blue tints in her green eyes. Her face was perfect.... she was a splitting image of Sepha except for the thin, pointy lips and dark hair which was definitely all Thorin.

"She's beautiful," THorin whispered, wrapping an arm around Sepha and kissing her forehead.

Sepha smiled and held out the baby to Thorin, "Here."

Thorin gingerly took baby Thora into his arms but soon he realized that it was a lot easier than he thought. Thora was swaddled in the white blanket except for her little hands and her face which still looked up at him with her big eyes. She cooed as Thorin looked at her and he smiled. His large hand reached out and touched her little hand and she looked so small compared to his hand.

Sepha leant her head against Thorin's chest and smiled, "I love you both so much."

Thorin smiled as he looked at his exhausted wife. He placed a kiss on her forehead before letting her fall asleep against him. Just then, Fili's head appeared in the doorway, asking for permission to enter. THorin nodded but looked at Sepha. Fili saw and nodded, tiptoeing across with the rest of the company.

They all quietly cooed and awed over the little girl and soon Thorin passed the baby around, first to Fili, then to the others. THorin gently shifted Sepha so she was lying on the bed and she was soon out cold.

Finally, Fili had Thora in his arms again and the baby girl was sound asleep, a handful of FIli's hair in her fist.

"She's beautiful uncle," Fili whispered. "She's just perfect."

"Like her mother," Dis whispered, smiling wildly.

THorin looked from his daughter, over to his wife and nodded, "I couldn't agree more."

t had been a long day for Thorin. Fili had come bursting in at first light to tell Thorin that his wife, Arya was expecting their first. Of course, everyone was excited, especially Throin, Sepha and Dis but that meant that the rest of the day went slow for Thorin because almost every dwarf he ran into was only half paying attention and most of the time speaking or thinking about the new baby coming up.

Thorin sighed as he reached the door to his chambers and pushed the door open. He made sure to not do it too loud just in case the baby was sleeping. As he pushed it open, he stopped and leant against the door. He did this every time he came home after a long day for no matter what time or what day it was, it was always his favorite part of the day.

Sepha was sitting in a rocking chair by the fire, her belly swollen widely, for, Arya wasn't the only one expecting. Sepha was eight months heavily pregnant and of course the whole company were betting that it would be another boy.

Sitting next to Sepha on the chair was the baby, Fillian who was barely a year old. He was a splitting image of Sepha except for the bright blue eyes which he gained from his father. His features were sharp like Thorin's but his lips were full and pouty and his hair wavy and thick like Sepha's.

Fillian was sound asleep, his head leaning against Sepha's large belly and his small fist gripping a handful of her dress. On the floor, three year old Thora and two year old Killian were playing with wooden blocks that Thorin had made them.

Thora was Sepha through and through especially with the brown hair and green eyes but her features held much more of Thorin. Killian was without a doubt, just like his father and uncommonly like his cousin after whom he had been named. When Killian was born, neither Sepha nor Thorin were expecting him to look so much like Kili.... or act so much like him but he did and it was a welcome sight especially to FIli who practically doted on the boy.

"Amad," Thora said, looking up from her block tower. "Can you sing to us?"

Sepha smiled and Thorin felt himself smiling as well. At one time of the day or another, one of the children would ask Sepha to sing and most of the time it sent all three of them to sleep. They usually asked when they were tired and Sepha's voice always calmed them, especially Killian (no surprise there).

"Of course," sepha replied as Killian climbed into her lap.

"What will you sing this time?" Killian whispered, laying his head against his mother's belly.

Sepha pursed her lips together and thought, "I think I have a new one today."

"What's it about?" Thora asked, laying her belly and resting her plump chin in her hands.

"It's about trust.... and finding the right person," Sepha replied.

"Oooh!" Thora cooed. she was always the one who adored listening to her parents tell stories about their journeys and adventures. Of course, Thora always loved hearing Thorin tell the story of their love story because according to Thora, his version was always so much more dramatic, tense and suspenseful. "Like you and adad!"

Sepha smiled and nodded, "Just like us."

Thorin leant his head against the doorframe as Sepha's soft voice filled the room.

When she finished, Sepha lifted her eyes and noticed THorin in the doorway. Thorin was smiling, his whole heart in his eyes. Striding across the room, he scooped up the sleeping form of Thora off the floor and placed her on the bed. He then picked up Fillian and Killian so that they didn't squash their mother and placed them next to Thora before covering them in the covers and kissing their heads.

He then headed over to his wife who had risen to her feet. He smiled as he slipped his arms around her waist and held her close, kissing her gently.

"No matter how many times, every time I hear you sing, I feel like I'm reliving that first day at Bilbo's when you sang Fili and Kili to sleep for the first time."

Sepha smiled up at her husband and THorin kissed her forehead, "I love you Aramalime."

Sepha was about to reply when she gasped, "Well I hope you love me a lot because my water just broke.... oh and the contractions hurt!"

TIME SKIP

When Oin opened the door, Thorin knew something was up. This was his fourth child so by now he could seem to read OIn's expressions. With Thora it had been blank then a huge grin. With Killian and Fillian, he had straight up bolted through the door, grinning from ear to ear.... now, he stood there with his eyes wide, a stunned look on his face.

"What is it?" GLoin asked his brother, peering around Thorin's shoulder.

Oin looked from face to face till finally Dis appeared in the doorway and smiled, "it's twins!"

The sound of jaws dropping was so loud that Thorin was sure that Fili's probably hit the floor. Dis shooed everyone out of the room, again and let Thorin in. A few minutes later, Thorin emerged with two bundles in his arms.

Sepha was close behind and at once was set upon by her three older children who had been pestering Fili to see her. As she scooped up FIllian into her arms, Fili came over and hugged her.

"You never cease to amaze me auntie."

Sepha smiled and hugged the dwarf back.

The dwarves all crowded around Thorin to look at the two handsome little boys. Thorin was beaming and Sepha couldn't help but admire how well THorin had taken to being a father the moment Thora entered their life. Every time a new one joined the family, THorin seemed to become a better father every time.

"What are you going to name them?" Gloin asked. "They're handsome lads. They need strong names."

THorin looked at SEpha who was smiling, "We were thinking Toran and Sellan."

The dwarves all grinned and Balin nodded. "Perfect."

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A Year Later

It was late when Thorin came back from work. The kids were already in bed and from the look of it, so was Sepha. After changing and slipping out of his clothes, he climbed under the covers. Immediately he felt Sepha shift against him and he wrapped an arm around her.

"Where is Bilbo?" THorin whispered.

Sepha shifted again until Thorin felt the small bundle of his youngest son in his arms. Looking through the dark, he smiled at his brand new, dark haired son. Bilbo was almost a year old now and had earned a high honor with all his older siblings.

It had been almost five years since the battle and they hadn't seen Bilbo since. Thorin had promised to take them on a vacation to visit the hobbit, just as soon as Sepha recovered from Bilbo's pregnancy which had proved to be a long one since the little man turned out to be the largest of the children.

"Amad, adad," Thora's soft voice whispered. "The boys are scared."

Thorin rolled over to see his daughter and his two eldest sons standing next to the bed. He smiled and opened the sheets and the three crawled in. Fillian scooted over to lay between Bilbo and his father, wrapping his arms protectively around his little brother while Killian crawled next to Sepha (of course!) and Thora lay against her mother.

Thorin knew better than to settle down for a half second later, the two year old twins pattered over and their little fists pulled on their father's hair till he turned around. He smiled at them and reaching down, picked both of them up and lifted them onto the bed.

Both boys curled up against their father's chest and were soon sound asleep, their little snores beating against Thorin's chest.

He was about to close his eyes when he heard Thora's voice whisper to Sepha, "Amad, you have a belly."

Thorin found himself smirking at that remark, remembering back to when Sepha had first shown pregnancy signs with Thora and that was the first thing that the whole company said.

"I know that honey," Sepha whispered, humor in her voice.

"No I mean I big belly," the five year old girl whispered. "like when you had Sellan and Toran in your belly. It's round."

Thorin was about to smile when he registered what the girl had said. He slowly turned, trying to not rouse the twins and looked at his wife in the dark. Even in the dim lit room he could see Sepha lift her eyes to look at him, a smile on her face.

"You're a cheeky one," Thorin remarked, grinning from ear to ear.

Any other time he would have wrapped his wife in a hug and kissed her but the children were sleeping between them. in that case he reached over and laced his fingers with hers outside the blankets.

Sepha smiled, "But you love me."

Thorin smiled, "But I love you Aramalime.... both of you."

TIME SKIP…..LONG ONE!

It was time, Sepha could feel it. She and THorin had been happily married for sixty years. Their children were growing up and were going on adventures of their own. The war with Sauron was over and Bilbo had not managed to pay them a visit at Erabor so they visited him in Rivendell where they also met Frodo and were reunited with Legolas and Gandalf and Elrond.

Fili and Arya had been married almost the same time and had three daughters: Filia, Kilia and Threa. Honestly, Sepha and THorin could still not tell which were more of a handful, Fili or the girls.

It had been several months since the evil in the world had been destroyed for good and of course every last human in middle earth was celebrating. However, standing on the gate of Erabor, looking over the country side, Sepha knew that the world would not go back to what it had been before.

She felt arms encase her from behind and she smiled as THorin's deep voice tickled her ear.

"We'll be leaving soon," he whispered.

Sepha turned and looked up at her husband lovingly. Even though there was more gray in his hair, he was still the handsome dark dwarf she had fallen madly in love with all those years ago.

Sepha nodded, "I'm happy to go.... but also sad to leave this place."

THorin nodded and hugged her close, "It's in good hands."

Sepha smiled. When Thorin had thought of a successor, the first thing he thought of was either Fili or Killian.... but both of them were coming with him and Sepha, as were all the rest of the kids. Balin and most of the company were gone now and all the rest were accompanying Sepha and Thorin. In that case, Thorin finally asked Dain's son: Dorin, to take care of ERabor and the young dwarf had been named king not long ago.

He was a good lad, an awful lot like Dain but much more agreeable like Thorin.

"Shall we go?" Thorin asked, taking her hand.

Sepha nodded and laced her fingers with his before heading down. There was a cluster of saddled ponies waiting outside the gates. Fillian was riding with Filia, Killian with Kilia, Thora with Thea, the twins together, Bilbo in front of Sepha and little Bella in front of Thorin.

Fili and Arya followed close behind with the remaining company: Gloin, Dwalin, Dori and Bofur.

As they rode off, they didn't stop till they reached the hill that would block their view of Erabor forever. They all turned and looked back at the mountain.

"It's seems like yesterday we were cresting this hill and looking upon it for the first time," FIli whispered.

THorin nodded, "But this time we're not being driven out. We're leaving because it is our time."

everyone nodded in agreement and took one last look before turning and riding off.

TIME SKIP.... a few days later.

When they finally met up with Gandalf, Bilbo and the four hobbits, no one was surprised when Bilbo remained in Gandalf's cart. He was old now, not having the gift of long life like the dwarves. The twins had offered to sit with him and Frodo in the back, giving Killian a good reason to ride his own pony.

After a long ride, they finally stopped at their destination and dismounted. They all unsaddled their horses and let them run free, knowing they would find their way back home.

Thorin scooped up Bella into his arms while Sepha held Bilbo on her hip, the twins holding her skirts uncertainly. Fillian stood by his father while Killian took Thea and Thora's hands in a protective manner, leaving Filia and Kilia to hold onto Fili's legs.

They headed down the docks slowly, for Frodo and Sam were helping Bilbo along carefully.

"Well," the hobbit remarked. "This is a place I have never seen before."

Sepha looked over the hobbit's head to see three familiar faces: Galadrial, her husband and Elrond.

"The time of the three rings has ended," Galadrial remarked. "The time has come, for the dominion of men."

Elrond carefully helped Bilbo onto the boat with the elves following. Sepha saw Gandalf turn to farewell the hobbits. Just then, Killian turned to her.

"Where will those boats take us?" he asked, fear in his eyes.

SEpha smiled and handing Bilbo to THorin, she knelt down and hugged her son. Thora, Fillian and the twins stood around her.

"it is called the Gray Havens. It is where we all go when we die. it is a lovely place.... without pain... suffering or death."

"But we're not dying," Thora pointed out matterafactly.

Thorin smiled and knelt down, patting his daughter's cheek, "We know... but it is time for us to leave. The world isnt the way it was when your mother and I were young. It is time for some people to leave Middle Earth. Just like Galadrial said, it is time for men to live in middle earth."

"Will we know anyone there?" Toran asked, unsure.

"Sure you will," a familiar voice remarked.

Everyone turned to see none other than Gimli and Legolas standing there. the twins squealed and rushed into Legolas's arms, earning a chuckle from the elf.

Gloin walked over and hugged his son, "You're coming too?"

Gimli nodded, "We both agreed it's time."

Everyone nodded and saw that Gandalf and Frodo had already boarded. The dwarves headed down the dock and onto the boat. The children followed next with Arya. Fili, Thorin and Sepha all stopped and glanced back at Middle Earth one last time.

Fili sighed and Sepha smiled, hugging him. Thorin's arms wrapped around both of them.

"It'll be alright," Thorin whispered.

With that they climbed onto the boat and it pushed off the docks.

TIME SKIP

white shores... that was the first thing that SEpha saw. The most beautiful white shores she had ever seen. Beyond was the most beautiful countryside she had ever seen. The very water seemed to sing. The children clamored to the edge of the boat to look around in surprise.

Sepha breathed in the sweet smelling air and smiled. She was just about to do it again when Thorin spoke up.

"Sepha.... you look different."

Sepha looked at him and realized what he meant. The gray had disappeared completely from Thorin's hair and he looked younger.... like he was the same age he was before Smaug attacked Erabor. FIli as well... he looked like the goofy young dwarf who Sepha had met at Baggend so long ago. Sepha didnt even have to look at her hair to know that the gray had gone.

"Amad, we're landing!" Thora squealed in delight.

The boat pulled to the edge and everyone began to pile out. The children stuck to their parents, suddenly afraid. They began to make their way up the white shores when suddenly, a voice called out.

"Welcome!"

They all turned and gasped at who they saw.... Balin, Nori, Ori, Oin, Bofur and Bombur all stood at the top of the hill, smiling.

The rest of the dwarves charged up the hill and embraced their dear comrades. Sepha and THorin were slower, trying to let their children have time to adjust but after seeing the familiar faces, the children beamed.

"We have a surprise for you," Balin said, turning.

All eyes turned and SEpha caught her breath. A figure was walking up the hill at a fast pace. Sepha immediately reached over and took Thea from Fili's hands, allowing the boy to sprint down the hill.

FIli didn't stop till he crashed into the figure, drawing his brother into a huge hug... for it was Kili!

Balin stepped over and took the children from Thorin and Sepha. The girl charged down the hill till she was upon the two. Fili was crying with joy and Kili was beaming.

"Sepha!" Kili cried, hugging her close.

Sepha cried into his shoulder, afraid that if she let go he would disappear. Finally she let go, tears streaming down her face with joy. Kili turned and his face lit up.

"UNCLE!"

THorin rushed at his nephew and drew him in for a hug before pressing his forehead to Kili's.

"I'm so glad you're here!" Kili cried. "I've missed you so!"

"We've missed you!" Fili cried. "Oh and guess what Ki! We won the bet against Dwalin and Balin."

Kili's face lit up, "You mean the one about Thorin and Sepha marring before spring?"

Fili nodded his head vigorously and Kili pumped his arm in victory.

"Adad!" Thea cried, barreling down the hill with her two sisters close behind.

Fili turned and caught up his daughter while Filia and Kilia looked at Kili in wonder.

"You.... FIlia gasped, looking from Kili to Thorin, "You look like Great Uncle Thorin..."

Kili grinned and knelt down in front of her, "I'm Kili. I'm your adad's brother."

"You're uncle Kili!" Kilia squealed, wrapping her little arms around Kili's neck.

Sepha had never seen the young dwarf so happy as he hugged his two nieces and smiled at Thea who hid in her father's chest shyly.

"So," Kili said, turning to Thorin and Sepha, "Is it safe to assume that there are little Auntie Sepha and uncle Thorins running around here somewhere?"

Before either were able to reply or even Fili even had time to grin, the shouts of children sounded and the seven Oakenshield children came running down the hill towards their parents.

The twins had to grab onto their mother to keep from falling further down the hill while THorin picked up Bilbo and Bella. Kili's eyes widened a how many little faces were looking up at him.

"You definitely had your hands full uncle," Kili teased.

THorin smiled as Thora peered at Kili, "You look familiar."

Kili smiled and was about to explain when Killian spoke up, "I know who you are! Amad and adad say that I look like you all the time! You're cousin Kili!"

Kili felt tears spring to his eyes at this as the boy hugged him tightly. Soon he was overrun by little people hugging him and he laughed. He stood up, the twins still climbing over him.

"I have a surprise for you Uncle."

With that he nodded over his shoulder. Thorin turned and gasped. Coming up the hill were two large figures that he would recognize anywhere.

"Father.... grandfather," he whispered.

The two large dwarves approached and enveloped the dwarf in a large hug each. When Thrain pulled away from his son, there were tears in his eyes.

"I am so proud of you son," he whispered.

He felt a little hand tug his pant and turning to look down, he saw Bella looking up at him, "Are you adad's daddy?"

Thrain smiled and knelt down in front of the little girl who was a splitting image of his son, "Yes I am. You are so much like your adad."

While Thrain was meeting each of his grandchildren, THorin smiled at SEpha. Thrain looked up and noticed Sepha.

"You must be Persephone," Thrain remarked. "Kili told us all about you. I am so happy to meet yoU! Thank you for finally knocking some sense into my son."

"Father!" Thorin whined, earning a grin from Sepha.

"I think there is someone who wants to see you," Thrain remarked, pointing.

Sepha turned and she gasped. She could recognize that petite but slender figure anywhere.... soon the figure began to run and Sepha did too until she crashed into the figure and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Prometa!" she cried, burying her tears in his chest.

"Hello Seph," he whispered. "Welcome home."

TIME SKIP

"Children are asleep?" Sepha inquired.

Thorin nodded as he sat down beside his wife. A ways off, the company were talking and chatting with Prometa, Thrain and Thror. Thorin reached over and brushed some hair from around Sepha's neck and placed a kiss there.

Sepha turned and smiled.

"I love you," THorin whispered.

Sepha smiled and pressed her head against his, kissing his lips softly, "And I love you.... till I die and beyond."

THorin smiled and laid back. Sepha laid down next to him. They were soon sound asleep, too tired to notice the seven little bodies who came and crawled onto their parents and found suitable places to curl up and go to sleep.

They were at peace..... home.... with everyone they loved.

THE END!!!!!

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#2!!!! “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

Okay so this one is definitely not a drabble anymore! I really got into this one, and absolutely love the way it turned out!

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“Where’s Kagome!?” Inuyasha bellowed, his face twisted into a fierce scowl, heat surging energetically throughout his body.

The camp of bandits laughed and cheered as their demon leader took the stage front and center, his boots sloshing in the loose mud, an arrogant grin giving a curve to his thin lips. Inuyasha surveyed his surroundings, his sense of smell useless thanks to the onslaught of pouring rain. Thunder roared over head, a flash of lightning illuminating the grounds before them, and the half demon’s glower deepened even further, causing his nose to wrinkle and twitch. She wasn’t in sight, but she was there. His instincts were on alert, blaring, his ember eyes frantically darting back and forth to see where the hell they were keeping his wife.

“I was told you’d come.”

“I’m not here for small talk! Where the hell is she!?” 

The demon’s brows arched as his smile grew wider, one of shock, a chuckle causing Inuyasha’s blood to boil over. He had a white-knuckle grip on the hilt of his sword, the power emanating from the blade flowing, whirling, so much so that Inuyasha wasn’t sure he’d actually have to make any move in order to decimate their entire camp. All he needed was to make sure Kagome was out of harm’s way, and he’d happily rip apart each person there with a flick of Tetsusaiga.

“We have her, half demon.” He raised his chin upward in a way to hold his nose higher than Inuyasha’s head. Though they were yards apart and their heights were incomparable where they stood, it was common for demons to signify they were above Inuyasha in such a manner. “Put down your sword.”

“Like hell!”

“Put down your sword!” He hollered, his demeanor doing a significant one-eighty, his voice booming along with another clap of thunder. Inuyasha ground his teeth, keeping Tetsusaiga exactly where it was.

The demon glared at the hanyou, waiting for his order to be obeyed, a surge of infuriation causing heat to rise along his neck when the lesser-being adamantly refused. He wanted to play this game? Fine. So be it.

“Fetch the wench.” The demon growled to a nearby bandit, his command immediately followed. The group of men snickered and smirked, their hoots and howls growing more rambunctious as small, resisting grunts caused Inuyasha’s ears to twitch, moving closer to the forefront of the crowd. His gut clenched painfully, forcefully keeping himself glued to his spot, a wild heat burning at the walls of his stomach while she was dragged through the group, appearing in front of him. Another sharp, damn-near debilitating ache shot through his body, as if the strike of lightning miles off that lit up the marks on her beautiful face was actually coursing through his veins and threatening to cause him to crumple to his knees.

Kagome noticed the hanyou, an instant flash of anxiety washing over her, causing her feet to move in his direction and slip. Before her own mistake could make her fall, though, she was forcibly thrown to the floor, her cheek colliding with the wet, sticky mud. A roaring cheer erupted throughout the campground, laughter taunting her, something Kagome had recently heard too many times to count. To make matters worse, she could hardly pick herself up. Her wrists were tightly fastened behind her back, exactly where they’d been for the past two days, making it impossible to push herself away from the ground. She heard her name called, the beautiful, deep voice bequeathing her senses, and tears began to sting at the lids of her eyes.

Standing idly by while Kagome was tossed to the puddled floor, watching her use her shoulders and legs to turn her face out of the mud, not being able to help her was one of the hardest things Inuyasha had ever had to do. A close second was watching the putrid demon before him lay his hands on her. He’d picked her up to stand, pretending to be the gentle monster he wasn’t.

“Now, now, friends.” He settled the crowd, turning Kagome to face him. He bent down to meet her at eye level, swiping his palm across the dirtied side of her face to flick away only the clumps of mud that stuck to her skin. “Welcome to the party, priestess.”

With a quick lurch, Kagome spit in his face, the mixture of dirt and saliva smacking just beneath his eye. “Screw you!”

“Filthy whore!” The demon gripped at a chunk of her soddened hair, bringing a yelp from her mouth as he twisted her around to face Inuyasha, his other hand- after wiping his cheek of her spit- grasping her jaw and forcing her to face her husband. “Salvation is just feet away, and you still feel audacious enough to threaten your chances?”

“Stop it!” Inuyasha screamed, clutching his sword impossibly tighter.

“There’s your disgusting half-breed of a husband, wench! Look at him!”

Kagome cried loudly, her abdomen quivering violently as she ached to be in Inuyasha’s arms.

“Get your hands off her!”

“Or what?” The demon chortled, his fingers releasing Kagome’s face to travel down the loosened folds of her robes, revealing the center of her chest as he moved further down. “You’ll kill me? I believe your woman as my shield is all the protection I need.”

For the first time, Inuyasha allowed his eyes to sweep over Kagome, taking in the marks in various places. Her clothes were wrinkled and torn, barely hanging onto her frame, acting as the superficial layers of evidence of her rough treatment. Her kosode was practically translucent and sticking to her flesh. The dark stains of dirt and now mud all stood out heavily, even through the rain, and though her face was slick and smudged, he’d already seen the light bruises on her temple and jaw.

“Lower your sword, half-breed, and we may bargain.”

With minimal hesitation, and a few burning curses clutched in the middle of his throat, Inuyasha complied. Tetsusaiga was sheathed at his side, and he waited through the throttling cry of thunder before opening his mouth. “What the hell do you want?”

“The Sacred Jewel.”

“It doesn’t exist!” Kagome shouted, wriggling in his hold. He gave a steady yank to her hair, causing her chin to shoot upward as she followed his hand to lessen the pain.

Inuyasha instinctually stepped forward at her cry, bringing a quick warning from the offending demon. It’s never happened before, and he’d never admit this out loud, but Inuyasha found himself suddenly wishing for the incredible speed Koga used to bear. Hell, he’d even go for the speed that damn wolf possessed now. If it meant they could get Kagome away from the fucker as soon as physically possible, he’d even happily accept the guy’s help- and accompanied gloating.

The demon chuckled, his grip on her hair loosening as she was finally able to hold her head upright again. Quick, slow breaths caused her chest to rise and fall, her molten brown irises colliding with his as she blinked the drops of water flowing from the tips of her bangs from her eyes.

“You looked so tough with that sword, half-breed, I almost believed you could take me. Now that you’re standing there defenseless, all I see is a helpless dog.” The entire band of ruffians erupted into a boisterous laugh, backing up their leader and aiding to fuel Inuyasha’s incandescent fire. “Hand over the jewel, and you may leave unscathed with your- uh- partially scathed woman.”

“You want the Sacred Jewel?” Inuyasha asked, the hint of curiosity on his brow. “Not a problem. I’ve got it right here.”

“Show me!” The demon eagerly shouted, stepping forward with Kagome, causing her to nearly stumble with his jerk.

“Hang on, gotta fish it out of… I know I’ve got it here somewhere.” The hanyou dug through the small pockets in his suikan and hakama, patting the palms of his hands against his chest and trailing down to his stomach.

“Do not toy with me!”

“Who’s toying? You have my wife!”

“Then why has she been insisting it was destroyed!?”

“She’s a priestess, you dumb ass! It’s her job to protect the thing!”

“Inuyasha, no!” She played along, grunting at the sharp pull of her thick locks.

“I knew you were lying,” He goaded. “And you! You’re so willing to give it away?”

“It’s my job to protect her.” Inuyasha growled.

“Show me!” The demon repeated, a smile baring his dangerous fangs.

Inuyasha continued to rummage through his soaked robes, inching closer to them. The man tensed uneasily, pulling Kagome’s back flat against his torso, but never telling him to stop. She winced as his hand now gripped her arm, squeezing her bicep in anticipation, guiding her two steps forward. As if he found something, Inuyasha’s jaw set, a scowl settling heavily onto his face as he stopped, a formed fist visible within the confinements of his suikan.

“Trade off.”

“No! Show me, first!”

“That’s not the way this is going to work! You want the Sacred Jewel and I’ve got it! Quite frankly, considering Kagome’s state, I don’t fucking trust you to do the fair thing if I toss it over!”

“Bold, coming from someone who doesn’t hold the upper hand!”

“Don’t I?” Inuyasha cocked a brow indignantly. “In my hand, I hold a lot of fucking power.”

The demon narrowed his eyes, piercing the hanyou with a skeptical look. He wasn’t one to gamble with Kagome’s life, but what the hell else was he supposed to do right now? The way he saw it, she was in danger either way. If he whipped out his sword, he risked immediate repercussion, and she was at a distance that he couldn’t jump across quick enough. But, if he was able to get the leader of this dim-witted camp to come forward and meet him half way…

Inuyasha took another easy step forward, testing to see if the demon would waver. He didn’t. There was hesitation and dubiety, but he began to march through the mud. Every muscle in his body went ridged, a burning sensation spreading through his chest like wild fire scorching the woodlands. The closer they all got to each other, the more the embers fueled his motive. 

Finally, Kagome was within reach. He could see how tense her neck had become, both from the fucker’s grip on her head and from the stress, and he could see the heavy way her chest rose and fell, little twitches befalling her body. Rain did nothing to clean the smeared dirt from her cheek, but she blinked consistently to keep her sight of him clear. Then his eyes retrained on the man holding her, his thick hand gripping her arm so tight the soaked sleeve of her kosode bunched and folded. Inuyasha’s upper lip gave a twitch as he fought back his scowl, trying to remain as straight faced as possible during their transaction.

“Well, half-breed?”

Once more, he shifted his gaze back to Kagome, and she gave an infinitesimal nod in answer to his silent question.

“Nice doing business with you.” Inuyasha smirked, finally pulling his fist out of his suikan, revealing an extended middle finger. A flash of rage crossed the demon’s face, but before he could react, the hanyou lunged forward, throwing the same hand out to clutch his neck with enough force his opponent was thrown backward to the ground. Kagome gave a jolting whine, dragged down with the both of them as the demon had yet to release her hair. Inuyasha squeezed his fingers even tighter around the demon’s throat, listening to the forced gasps and strangled breathing, waiting him out until he let go of Kagome and opted to fight against Inuyasha’s grip. The bandits surprisingly stayed put, their dying shouts washed out by a clap of thunder. Without their fierce leader, they were nothing. “I find it funny that you thought I needed my sword to kill you. Who’s helpless now, bitch?”

Kagome squirmed her way to an upright position, folding her knees in the soft mud beneath her so she could turn herself around and scoot away. She scanned the camp of bandits, their eyes wide and jaws agape, searching for signs that they’d revolt. They were noticeably quivering in shock, some backing away from the scene before them. A flinch to the side caught Kagome’s eye as a man raised his hatchet and ran through the field, a battle cry breaking through the storm.

“Inu-”

“Close your eyes, Kagome!” He barked, and she immediately complied, pressing them shut and ducking her head as another way to protect her from the sight. Thunder shielded her ears from the deathly wail of the bandit, but she couldn’t hold back the shudder that came over her, or the hollow feeling in the center of her sternum.

There were some screams and heavy patting from hastened footsteps in the mud far from her, moving further and dying away. Still, she kept her eyes shut. It was the safest she’d been in over forty-eight hours, ironically where the darkness provided a sense of relief, because she knew her husband was on the other side of her borders.

The slosh of quick running in her direction caused her to flinch, a jerk at the reins around her wrists bringing a chocked gasp from her throat.

“It’s just me, it’s just me.” He hushed her, his voice losing the harshness it once held and soothing her shaking. Kagome felt the twisted rope fall from her indented flesh, the sudden and sharp tingles in her fingertips telling her that blood was flowing freely once more. It was painful and she couldn’t help but whimper slightly as she tried to rub and shake it out. Inuyasha’s clothing rustled as he shifted to her front, a calloused hand gently caressing the apple of one of her cheeks and bringing her eyes to blink open.

Once more, she scoured the area, peeking around his shoulders to make sure it was finally over. Two bodies lay behind him. The rest of the camp was abandoned. Inuyasha moved to block her view, incorporating his other hand against her jaw to gain her undivided attention.

Kagome’s bottom lip gave an unsettling quiver, her trembling breath painful to his sensitive ears. The tip of her nose and the clean edges of her cheeks became a shade of pink as she began to cry, clutching at his robes as she pulled herself into his chest, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She was frantic in her movements, burying her face in his neck as she clung to him.

“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” Inuyasha whispered, holding her, finally letting out his first steady breath since the moment she’d been taken. She was trembling against him, heartbreaking mewls warming the skin of his neck. “I’ve got you, Kagome. It’s okay now. I’ve got you.”

When her mind settled and the adrenaline coursing through her veins began to ease, she pulled away. Not enough for their arms to drop or a significant gap to form between them, but just enough so she could take him in. His eyes were shadowed, the denseness of the clouds hovering above growing darker as the sun began to set behind them. His silver hair was three shades deeper, thickened by the never-ceasing rain, causing rogue strands to stick to his cheeks and neck. He was even more soaked through than she was, his fire rat clinging to his body, no doubt chilling even a half demon.

“I’m sorry it took so long to find you!”

Kagome shook her head.

“No, don’t do that! Don’t be self-righteous right now, idiot! I never stopped searching for you; not for a second!” He exclaimed, using his sleeve to wipe her cheek clean of dirt. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I-I’m…” Kagome gave a violent shiver, the cold finally overcoming her as her nerves quelled. “Okay. Not hurt.”

Inuyasha gave a thankful and heavy sigh of relief, bowing down to press a kiss to her forehead. As a flash of lightning brought him back to their whereabouts, he quickly angled himself and wedged an arm in the curve behind her knees, tucking her head beneath his chin to cover her to the best of his abilities as he carried her off. She quietly requested they head home, understanding that it would take a bit longer than fortuitously stumbling into a cave or finding a nearby village- not with the help of Inuyasha’s nose. It might even be quicker considering the circumstances. All the hanyou wanted was to get her warm and dry, but he’d be damned to deny her anything she requested right now.

Kagome’s fingers curled against the center of his chest, gently clutching the hem of his suikan, releasing to fiddle a little, then clutching again, her nails gently scraping against the thread as she distracted herself. She still shivered slightly, but as they moved further away from the thickness of the storm, the rain fell softer, fading into a meager drizzle. Each breath she exhaled provided him with a further sense of peace. Bruises would fade, as would this nightmare of a situation, and he’d personally make sure to be the herbs that prevented any emotional scarring. She was okay- thank god she was okay. She survived the worst, and he could take it from here.

[ddeonghwa-s]

BTS Reaction To You Debuting

Genre: Fluff

Requested: yes, and by @nightynightnyx who asked “maybe you could do a group reaction to where their s/o is debuting”. And yes, yes I can.

A/N: This is my first ever reaction! It’s not exactly a reaction and more of the scenario-type, but by the time I realized this it was too late. Please enjoy nonetheless!

Word Count: Each scenario is from 500 to 700 words.

Kim Seokjin

For most people watching your idol group debut, they would be seeing you dance and sing from the front of the stage. Seokjin for his whole life was not like most people, and in this instance he remained not like most.

Understandably, you had been riddled with anxiety about debuting. You frequently questioned him on whether he felt as nervous as you did for his debut- “of course I did darling”-, you made him play the music of your debut song at random times to see if you truly knew the music- “I’m not saying your debut song is getting annoying, but let’s give it a break for a day”-, and you moved the furniture of your shared apartment at odd times in the day to ensure you knew the choreography like the back of your hand. Heck, Seokjin swore at this point he knew the choreography like the back of his hand.

Then again, you had pointed out a mole he never knew he had on his fingers, so.

Nonetheless Seokjin kept a firm hold on your hand, constantly bringing your fingers to his lips in order to kiss them. He showered you with love and affection, as he always did. But it meant more this time, because he was here in your time of need, ready to be of service.

“What if I mess up, Jin?” You had looked at him with wide eyes through the mirror, your shoulders tight with nerves, “What if I make a fool of myself?”

He raised his eyebrows at your question, and Jin rose from the couch and crossed the dressing room. He settled his hands on your shoulders, fingers gently brushing against the skin your shirt showed off, “Are you wearing a belt?”

Confused, you nodded. Your confusion melted away and into a grin as he carried on with, “Then you don’t have to worry about your pants falling down! I wish someone would’ve mentioned a belt to me during my debut.”

You two held hands as you left the room and entered the halls. Your fingers slid between his and traced the outline of his digits, memorizing the soft slants and ridges. You stayed by each other’s side until you both, and your group, stood at the side of the stage. He could see how all of you were visibly nervous, and he knew you were, possibly, moreso than the others.

Which was why he was proud when you released his hand and squared your shoulders. You gathered the attention of your group and urged them to forget everything from the past and focus on now, on the next four minutes that would shape your career; but above all else you urged them to believe in themselves and each other. After all, you were best of friends, and couldn’t ask anything more.

And how proud he was as he stood at the edge of the stage, watching you harmonize and lead your group into the chorus. Seokjin felt nothing but pride and affection for you, his beautiful darling. And how could he feel anything but love when, after, you mentioned you thought of him the whole time, and how you had, in your heart, dedicated the performance to the love of your life.

“That’s me, right?”

Min Yoongi

If Yoongi was completely honest, it was sort of hard to believe the person currently killing it on stage was the same person who, last night when the moon hung high over the rooftops of Seoul, had spoken about fearing debut.

“I’m not worried about making a mistake,” You said with a soft voice, the gentle rushing noises of the wind being the only company to your words, “I’m worried about doing something and having my bandmates resent me for it. What if I mess up and it leads to them wishing I had never been a member in the first place?”

While your concerns were valid, Yoongi couldn’t help the small smile curling on his lips. From your pout, to the soft whine you were displaying, he couldn’t think of anything else for a fraction of a moment other than how devastatingly cute you were; so Yoongi wrapped crawled up the bed where you were splayed, laying between your legs and resting his head on your stomach. He nuzzled your tummy, planting soft kisses over the fabric separating his mouth from your skin.

“You’re amazing,” He had murmured. Yoongi paused his kisses to peer up at you, eyes shining with something you knew to be adoration, his lips curled as his teeth flashed in a wide smile, “You’re the most amazing person I know. You’ll be fine, you’ll be wonderful. That’s a fact.”

You had smiled bashfully at the time, your hands entangling themselves in his hair and petting the strands. He continued to kiss you, trailing the kisses from your navel to your throat; with his legs straddling your hips he nuzzled into your neck, teeth nipping and mouth leaving behind violets and roses. Eventually Yoongi pulled away from you to look at his masterpiece- you, to look at you-, and felt his heart swell as he took in how endearing you were, chest softly heaving and not a trace of anxiety on your body.

And still, your relaxed state of being was nothing compared to the confidence persona you exhibited now.

Yoongi’s smile was so wide he was practically beaming as he watched you, eyes twinkling. You strutted the stage with lyrics made of revolution and gold spewing from your lips. He could remember their own debut song, and couldn’t help but think, fleetingly, yours was a hundred times better. Especially with you in center stage, grinning and visibly having the time of your life.

Jung Hoseok

Even before you stepped onto the stage, Hoseok was screaming your alias and standing, hands frantically clapping. It wasn’t your debut exactly. No, the stage and the budget were more extreme for the Melon Awards, where you and your group would perform at a music awards show for the first time. It was nerve wracking for him, watching you pretended to be okay for your group, knowing you felt as if you needed to hide all negative emotions that could influence your bandmates. After all, you were the leader of your group, and Hoseok knew the leaders had certain responsibilities unknown by the other members.

Leading up to the concert you were the first person to enter the practice room and the last to leave. You had begged Hoseok to watch you dance, wanting to show off nothing but excellence. You were unwilling to be anything but perfect for this performance, and any compromise otherwise would be discarded. Your determination and stubbornness, while tiring to watch as your boyfriend, made Hoseok all the more appreciative of you; those characteristics just enchanted him more to you.

So it was with his mind recalling all your hard work did he scream and holler. Soon enough his bandmates followed, leading the crowd in a roaring chant for you.

Watching you come out on stage was a whole different emotion that Hoseok felt taking over his body. At first he didn’t heed your words of “our concept isn’t a schoolgirl love idea”. But now his eyes traveled over the pants that hugged your legs and the shirt that, he knew from his own personal experience, was loose enough to reveal your abs if you were to jump, or anything of a similar action. And God, if Hoseok didn’t love it.

The crowd went silent as your group began, all silently assessing the five of you. Hoseok kept his quiet as the audience began to cheer for your bandmates, all succumbing to their smirks and suave smiles. No, Hoseok didn’t do anything but grin at the stage. Until you stood center, your bandmates all looking to you with eagerness so apparent the crowd held their breath- as did Hoseok.

With a breathy “my turn” you began your piece, your voice powerful and leaving Hoseok cheering for you. He was on his feet, chair clamoring to the ground as he hooted, fist pumping the air when you lead the song to the bass drop. He was wrapped up in your performance, and at one point he and Taehyung both grabbed each other and screamed for you; Hoseok reacted with the crowd when you held out a high note, screaming with all the power in his lungs.

“Yah, hyung,” Jimin said, eyes sparkling as Hoseok sat down, his throat sore, “You’re going to lose your voice completely if you scream like that everytime they come on.”

“And what about it?” Hoseok grinned, reaching out across the table to grab the water bottle resting in front of his younger dance partner and gulping it as if he himself had just performed.

Kim Namjoon

“Just you wait Joonie,” You had an impish smile that curled your lips as you wrapped your arms around his waist, peering up at your lover, “I’m going to become the best rapper in the world. You’ll have serious competition babe, and you won’t be able to do anything about it other than stand in awe.”

He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. Namjoon’s arms encircled you, hugging you tight to his body, “So you’re not worried? About debuting?”

You hummed, nuzzling into his chest and placing a kiss over the area where you believed his heart to be. For a moment you pondered, your face resting against his chest. He couldn’t help himself and squeezed you against him all the tighter, his hand going to play with strands of your hair.

“I am worried, don’t get me wrong,” Your voice was no higher than a mouse’s footsteps; still, Namjoon heard every word, as he knows every word from your lips is as sacred of a god’s, “But part of me feels like as if I confront the worry it will take over me completely.”

Namjoon felt his heart swell with both affection and empathy. So he moved the hand that rested against your hair to cup your chin, lifting your face to press a soft kiss to your forehead. His lips stayed against your skin as he spoke, “Then we’ll say nothing. But know that you can do nothing but make me proud, and you will be amazing. You’ll stun everyone, my darling dove.”

You smiled up at him despite the wetness that began to sting at your eyes.

There were no signs of tears in your eyes as you and your group went into the beginning formation for you debut song. A closeup of your face on the huge monitor reviewed a wide grin, as if you were overwhelmed with happiness and excitement for what would lay ahead. As if you knew your performance would be a treat all were lucky enough to behold.

Though if you were to reveal the excitement you felt earlier, Namjoon was drowning in nerves.

He had complete confidence in you of course, in your rapping skills and dancing skills, of which seemed to come more naturally to you than he. But there were still so many unknown factors- your bandmates could mess up and lead you to make a fool of yourself, the sound equipment could have a failure. So many different things could happen-

Then the music began and you each snapped your fingers to the beat; you whirled down to knee beside the opening singer, looking up at her through long lashes thick with mascara in attempt to make your eyes seem larger, to give you an innocent look to try and support the innocent look your band was given.

But looks were deceiving.

When the beat dropped you stood and all eyes went to you. Faintly Namjoon could hear Hoseok murmur something about you looking absolutely “adorable”.

With your voice echoing throughout the concert hall you, truly, stunned them all. The music paused just long enough for you to deliver a masterfully written line with a smirk just as brilliant, and Namjoon couldn’t help how his heart stuttered and his cheeks were painted a darker shade, his lips splitting into a bold smile that revealed his dimples in all their glory.

You were absolutely brilliant, and he hurried after you and your fellow idols to tell you so.

“You were amazing,” He said, hands going and reaching to your waist, bringing you close to him; his lips were firm against yours, kisses rushed. You each were a mirror of the other, or so to say you were smiling brighter than the stars.

“Am I the best rapper in the world?” You teased gently, going to the tips of your toes to press a kiss to the underside of his chin.

Namjoon bowed his head so your lips then caught his, “The best. I can’t believe I’m so lucky enough to be dating the best rapper in the universe.”

Park Jimin

Your debut was eating you away with worry, and in watching this happen, Jimin himself couldn’t help but feel nervous.

Like most, you worried for months over your debut. You pondered every possible route in which you could make a mistake, scared about performing in front of a judgmental crowd for the first time; you were terrified you would make yourself become a laughingstock, the world only viewing you as a stupid idol who aimed to high. What didn’t help in the slightest was the fact of your choreography being so demanding.

Your choreographer, or so you told Jimin, said that in order to get a following you group needed to dance so well, and so terrifyingly brilliant, that people couldn’t help but yearn to know more about you. In doing so he created a dance so complex it left you feeling as if you had ran a mile under ten minutes. The most testing bit of the song being when you had to walk sixteen steps in eight counts right after you deliver an awe-inspiring, but exhausting, solo.

On average you made it to your next position nearly 50% of the time.

So you threw yourself into practice. You practiced more than anyone Jimin knew, which was saying something as he once practiced so much in the course of a week he ended up collapsing in exhaustion. You would sing and dance across your apartment; You would prance in front of him while the two of you went on a walk, and Jimin could see yourself counting in your head, your feet stuttering as you either lost count or went too eagerly. The choreography was destroying you, and that was the beginning and end of it.

“You need to be careful not to destroy yourself,” He told you once night. Jimin nuzzled his nose against yours, hands squeezing at your lips as he led you into a simple, swaying dance, with the sounds of the city as the soundtrack. “Remember I’m here for you, lovely. If you ever need help, I’m at your side.”

Despite his various attempts to aid your discomfort with your lack of excellence, Jimin couldn’t help but feel distraught. Yes, he tried his best to help, but it wasn’t enough.

But if he couldn’t help you ensure you wouldn’t make a mistake during your performance, he could help reward you for whatever you did do well.

With this thought in the front of his mind he, with Taehyung in tow, went and bought a glittering band with two diamonds set into the metal. This would be a celebratory gift, he thought. He also prepared various words of encouragement in the case you did miss your count- not that he didn’t have complete faith in you, he did, but it never hurt to prepare for the worse.

Only those soft words of reassurance never managed to escape his thoughts.

Promptly after delivering a hair-raising high note after a solo about wanting nothing more than to feel pure, untainted happiness, did you cross the stage with the confidence of a goddess; and his wide eyes followed you like the devoted follower he was. Your face was stoic, one of pure concentration, up until you placed your hand on the shoulder of your bandmate and tilted your head coyly, inviting all to bask in your divine presence.

It was with the simple move did Jimin lose it. He screamed loudly, calling your name and standing to his feet. He clapped to the beat, bopping his head and reveling in the joy which so obviously replaced the anxiety in you.

Afterwards, with the ring sitting snug on your finger and your cheek upon his chest, finger tracing soft figures into his chest did you ask him if he got the ring as a distraction, just in case you messed up the count.

“No! I had complete faith in you, baby,” He hastily said, hand pausing on your head from softly stroking your hair, “I knew you would be absolutely amazing.”

You began to shift, possibly to inquire further. Panicked, Jimin began running his fingers through your hair, “Did I tell you that Jin got so excited when he was eating during dinner that he accidentally spat food at Hobi? Yeah, he was talking about-”

Kim Taehyung

Perhaps Taehyung wouldn’t have a voice by tomorrow, or so Jimin seemed to think as he laughed at Taehyung’s enthusiasm, but at least he would of given his voice to ensuring you were able to hear his support for you.

Nonetheless Taehyung hooted and hollered, eyes round as he jumped in excitement when you and your group walked out onto stage- or, more precisely, he jumped when you came out. His heart was swelling with adoration as you blew a kiss to the audience, giving them a sweet wink before settling in your opening formation.

Though he had seen you dance this hundreds upon hundreds of times, and heard to hum the tune just as many, Taehyung couldn’t help but enthusiasm he felt. He knew you would smile and look the picture of a perfect, sweet idol. He knew you would sway your hips to the beat and lead the chorus into a rap that made him swoon.

And so he did: when you began your but the beat began to quicken and so did you, tongue moving impossibly fast and leaving Taehyung in a breathless sort of wonder. You were amazing beyond all compare. You were beautiful and, for a lack of better term, cool. Each word rolled off your tongue and Taehyung knew he was completely, and utterly, whipped for you.

“Dude, calm down. You look like some obsessed fan.”

Taehyung threw his arm over Jeongguk’s shoulders, hugging his younger friend close as he continued to cheer obnoxiously. It took a fraction of a moment for Jeongguk to decide to jump alongside Taehyung, the both of them screaming as your group broke into the chorus, you and another bandmate launching yourself into a spin.

God, you were absolutely amazing-

Until your bandmate misjudged the distance between the two of you as you began backwards; she continued to walk straight behind you, bumping into your back. She managed to continue on as normal, but you weren’t so lucky. You visibly stuttered in your movements, wobbling with your ankle twisting in full view of all watching. Taehyung felt his heart constrict painfully, and for a moment he was terrified you would fall.

But you didn’t. You righted yourself and planted a smile onto your face.Taehyung winced as he noticed a grimace flash on your face when you acted as an anchor to a bandmate, helping lift her in the air as she delivered a hauntingly beautiful ending solo.

He was on his feet and moving backstage before you and your group could stop making your bows and thanks. When he stepped into your dressing room, his eyes narrowed in on a panting you, an employee looking at your bare ankle.

He gasped and hurried forward, eyes wide as he kneeled beside you, hand going to squeeze yours, “Are you alright, baby?”

You nodded, and when you looked at him Taehyung couldn’t help but see the lie in your eyes, “I’m fine, darling. How were we?”

Your voice wavered with your question, as if you were regretting the truth that Taehyung might deliver; the harsh truth that the audience would only remember the mistake, and would neglect to see the beautiful vocals and lyrical power that your band gave. You were fearful of Taehyung being a harsh critic.

Which he never was.

“You were amazing, baby!” He cheered, bringing your hand to his lips in order to brush a soft kiss upon your knuckles, “You made my heart flutter so much! I couldn’t take my eyes off of you!”

Jeon Jeongguk

Headphones snugly covering his ears, Jeongguk snuggled into the hotel bed with his laptop on his thighs, keeping an eye on the screen to ensure he wouldn’t miss the debut of your band. His roommate, after a thrilling game of rock-paper-scissors, had invited Hoseok over to chat. And usually Hoseok and Yoongi together wasn’t a horrible combination, as they both tend to chill when talking, but tonight?

It was as if a full moon was high and as a result the rapper duo was going crazy

Hoseok had just told a joke or something, and Yoongi was laughing loudly with his teeth showing, hand grabbing at his stomach. Hoseok was smilingly just as brightly, though he looked at his hyung fondly. The younger rapper loved making the elder laugh, just as he should: Yoongi did have a beautiful smile, after all.

But you had a better one. You would have an especially big one when Jeongguk complimented you on how astounded you left him during your debut stage.

So Jeongguk turned up the volume of his computer, never minding the impending migraine that would come as consequence. He waited as patiently as he could muster as another group made their debut. He felt his heart clenched with excitement when the group before you stepped onto stage, because this is it, this is when you would show the world how amazing you and your group was. More specifically you would show the world your amazing lyrical power, as you were a literal genius when it came to writing songs and your company decided to use one of your songs as the one to introduce your group to the world.

Phone in hand, ready to tweet endless praise towards you, Jeongguk couldn’t help his constant shifting. He was nervous. Your debut, obviously, meant so much to you. He didn’t want something to go wrong, and he didn’t want to face you with tears swelling in your gorgeous eyes, crying about the thing that went wrong.

Jeongguk glanced at the last text you sent him. Half an hour ago you told him to “prepare himself, i wrote the song for you” (with seven different hearts added to the end of the request), and whatever that meant he couldn’t wait.

You were going to be amazing.

Soon enough the stream showed you and your group standing on stage in opening position, waiting for the music to begin. Jeongguk’s eyes narrowed onto you, taking in how you nervously shifted your feet.

He didn’t even look at his phone as he typed a teasing message about your nervousness despite him knowing you want be able to view the message for a good half an hour- after all, what were best friends for?

When the music began, his attention was completely on you. The beginning singer set the scene- strolling through the park on a warm summer’s day, the birds singing and kids laughing. Then the beat slowed and they sang about noticing how beautiful their best friend’s smile was, and you came in and sang:

“Oh, I see you. My heart grows for you, but you don’t see me standing here. You’re my treasure, my diamond, my one love.”

And oh, Jeongguk felt his hole world tilt on axis.

His doe eyes were wide as your group continued, heart beating frantically, caught up in the hopes you willingly gave him. Once you mentioned you wanted to use your celebrity status, once given, to use your songs to spread messages. And the message of this song was crystal clear.

You loved him.

Jeongguk felt nothing but pride and love for you, watching as you hid a smile as you quickly became sure of yourself. Then you began to have fun, truly, and adoration joined the mix. You were beautiful and radiant, and he couldn’t wait to tell you so.