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lemoncrushh · 5 months ago

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Saturday Night

Summary: Harry needs comforting after his performance on SNL.

Warnings: None, lots of fluff and emotions

Word Count: 1639

A/N: One shot written in 2017 after Harry's appearance on SNL. I believe this was a request. Written in first person, but the woman's name is not given.

He was nervous.

He didn't want me or anyone else to know he was, but I could tell. And who wouldn't be? It was his first performance in over a year, and his first ever as a solo artist. I would have been nothing but a ball of nerves if it were me. He'd paced back and forth in the green room, spreading his fingers out as far as they would go, bringing them back into a fist over and over again, repeating the cycle each time he'd make it to the other end of the room and turn around on his heels.

I'd sat quietly on the sofa, nibbling on the display of fruit and crackers that sat in the middle of the coffee table. I was nervous too, but I said nothing unless it was to reply to a question, giving him the most space I possibly could. I'd asked him earlier if he would rather I took a seat in the audience, but he assured me he wanted me backstage, waiting for his return. Though he never expressed why exactly, I took it to mean he wanted me to be there for him, for him to see my face and perhaps share an embrace after he'd walked off stage, and I took comfort in that.

I'd watched his first performance on the monitor in the green room, sitting on the edge of my seat, my hands tucked underneath my thighs as I bit my bottom lip. By the end of the song, I'd felt my eyes well up, quickly wiping them away with the back of my hand before he saw. I could tell as soon as he walked in that he was less than pleased with himself. He'd missed a couple of notes, his voice raspier than usual from all the practicing, and once he'd even had to drop a word at the end of the phrase due to lack of air. I knew he had to be mentally scolding himself. But I'd thought it was flawless. He'd done it. He was Harry Styles, rockstar.

He didn't say a word to me as I rose from the couch and our eyes met. Instead, I saw his chest rise and fall with a deep breath before he removed his suit jacket and discarded it on a nearby chair.

I'd watched the rest of the show in the same spot, my gaze again meeting Harry's whenever he reemerged, but quickly faltering. I felt a tenseness in my muscles, a sourness in my stomach, wanting badly for him to tell me how he was feeling. But I knew better. He'd tell me when it was all over, and he could finally take a step away from it all and get out of his head. During the skits, he was his usual charismatic self, and I could tell he was having a good time. But I knew that during his second song, he was again in his head. Not that that was always a bad thing. Just as before, he was flawless, at least to me and probably ninety-nine percent of his fans. Though he seemed a little more relaxed than he had been during the first song, his nerves remained apparent. I wanted to hold him, to tell him how proud I was of him - remind him how incredible he was.

This time when he came into the room, I sensed a lighter air around him, a calmness. I let out a breath and smiled at him, to which he returned with a thumbs up, making me feel a little more at ease. However, he still said nothing, only rolling down his sleeves and grabbing his jacket to put back on. I bit my lip as I watched him on the screen one final time, to bow and blow kisses to the audience as Jimmy thanked him and the rest of the cast and crew. He looked genuinely happy, and that filled my heart with joy and pride.

I stuck around for a while after the show, allowing Harry to hug everyone and say goodbye. I could tell they all adored him, as it should be. I stood by his side while he chatted lightly with people, feeling his hand sometimes squeeze mine. I'd give his a squeeze back, our own little silent conversation. I could feel the tension dissipate from his body little by little as the evening progressed into early morning, though I knew eventually there would be a discussion with actual words. For the time being, I was content in letting him enjoy his moment, the friendly banter with the cast members serving him temporary distraction.

By the time we arrived at our hotel, Harry opting out of the cast party that followed, I could tell he was exhausted, though itching to finally talk. I sat on the edge of the bed, removing my shoes as I watched him, his back to me while he unbuttoned his shirt.

"You were amazing," I declared.

I saw his head turn slightly, though he didn't look at me.

"Coulda been better," he muttered with a shrug, shaking out of his shirt and tossing it on the floor.

I sighed as I rose from the bed, carrying my shoes to my suitcase.

"I don't think so," I argued. "It was perfect to me."

"Mm not to me," he huffed, pulling down his trousers. "I fucked up."

I stood frozen as I watched him cross to the bed and lie down, his arm over his eyes.

"I think you're a little hard on yourself," I said. "Everyone loved it."

"I didn't love it."

"Harry..." I murmured, climbing onto the bed next to him. "It was live television. You were bound to be nervous."

When he didn't reply right away, I worried that I'd said the wrong thing. I laid down beside him, watching his bare chest rise and fall. I wanted so badly to make him feel better.

"I'm really proud of you," I whispered.

Harry dropped his arm and blinked as he stared at the ceiling.

"You did exactly what you set out to do," I continued. "On your terms. Your rules. Your music. That's like every musician's dream. You're living it."

Turning his head finally to look at me, I saw his green eyes glisten.

"You liked it?" he asked, his voice scratchy.

"I loved it, baby," I replied. "And so did your fans. You have to know that, right? Everyone is rooting for you. We're on your side. A couple little glitches mean nothing. In fact, if anything, they made you more likable. It was so raw and real."

"It just sounded better in rehearsal," Harry muttered.

I tried my best to hold in a chuckle.

"You're such a perfectionist," I grinned. "But that's one of the things I like most about you. You keep pushing yourself because you know you can do it. That's what makes you great. That push...that drive...it's appealing."

Harry's expression softened as he sighed, his gaze returning to the ceiling.

"I'm just mad that I let my nerves get the better of me."

"It happens," I said. "But it didn't ruin the performance. It was spectacular."

I caught the corner of his mouth wiggle slightly. "Thanks, baby."

I scooted closer to him, placing my hand on his chest. I was relieved when he covered my hand with his and gave it a squeeze.

"You know how wonderful you are, right?" I asked rhetorically. "I envy you. Even though you might have been nervous tonight, you're the most fearless person I know. You just exude sheer talent, it's in your blood. I'm constantly hearing how kind and charming you are, and I'm so grateful I can attest to that because I see it with my own eyes. At least half the planet is crazy about you, and the other half just saw the show tonight and are gonna be talking about it for weeks."

I saw Harry's eyes blink faster at my words and he squeezed my hand tighter.

"I'm not saying all of this just to make you feel better," I stated. "I mean, I want you to feel better. But I'm saying it because it's true."

I pressed my lips to his cheek then, kissing a trail to the tiny freckles on his cheekbone and up to his temple.

"I'm so proud of you," I whispered again in his ear. "So proud."

With one last kiss, I released him and rolled onto my back. But within seconds, Harry followed, laying his head on my chest. He wound his arms around me, nearly taking my breath away. I smiled to myself as I heard him hum, the vibration tickling my skin from the inside. I let my fingers comb his hair as he continued to breathe and hum gently to the rhythm of my heartbeat. We laid there like that for several minutes until I thought he might be asleep.

"I love you," he spoke, making me jump.

"What?"

I wasn't sure I heard him correctly. Although I'd known for a while that I was in love with him, neither of us had confessed our feelings for the other. Raising his head, Harry looked at me and crawled up my body so that he hovered over me. I stared into his eyes with anticipation until he closed them softly and lowered his mouth to mine. He kissed me passionately, like he had many times before, but somehow also differently.

"I love you," he repeated.

"Harry..." I murmured, pulling him back to me for another kiss. And another.

"I..." I stumbled between kisses. "I love you, too."

Harry grinned, pressing his lips to my forehead, then the bridge of my nose.

"I know," he said, before kissing my lips once more.

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ficthots · 1 year ago

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Shotgun

A/N: Okay, another fic that has been 95% completed and I finally got around to wrapping up. PR relationship, drunken wedding, enemies to lovers, all the good stuff. As always let me know what you guys think and enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ content only. DNI if under 18. Smut.

Word Count: 8k+

Strengths and weaknesses make us who we are. They are the foundation of our entire beings and personalities. Concocting in a fashion that swirls around us and presents us to the outside world. Special groups can become world class athletes while others thrive in the arts, presenting world altering pieces to the public. Niche groups of writers can put pen to paper in ways never imagined before, the opposite can be said of mathematicians. Some individuals are wonderful public speakers.

Take your childhood best friend Jake for example. The man thrives on the attention when it settles to him. Putting his best self forward when in the presence of other people Yet, he still utterly despises ninety-nine percent of the general population. It’s why you two got along so well.

Also why you and his twin did not.

Your strengths? Well, they lie in solo activities. Anything that needs to be completed alone, you thrived in. Preferring not to work with others unless you absolutely had to. Even then, you weren’t going to be happy doing it. An intellectual, not an artistic bone in your body. Not understanding how he and his brothers can create literal magic in their minds and then go and perform for thousands of people.

Not being a people person was one of the main key characteristics of your personality. You had your small inner circle and that was more than enough for you. Even better that they spent most of their time away from you touring.

If you were together all the time, it would make the time spent together less exciting. Less meaningful. Sure, some people would say it was you being shy and to yourself, but you knew that wasn’t really it.

Okay, maybe just a bit.

Who could blame you though? Being in the public eye like your closest friends sounded like a nightmare. Not being able to keep any information about your private life hidden because it seemed as though someone was always watching. It sounded like hell. It was hell.

That was the life of being a celebrity though. Which is also why you strayed as far away from it as possible. Even when you went out to lunch with Jake when he was in town, it was not a rare occurrence for him to be stopped on the street for a picture or something of the like. Keeping your distance and watching from over his shoulder some few yards away was where you were most comfortable in situations like that.

He would then come back to you, exasperated because of the constant stopping for fans. Jake wasn’t as annoyed with it as he let on to believe, secretly loving when he was approached by adoring fans showering him in praise. It always earned an eye roll from you. Such an attention whore.

Just not to the extent of his twin. Josh craved it. There was hardly ever a time when he wasn’t ecstatic to discuss the intense life he led on a daily basis of being adored by fans and the like. Not to mention the annoying personality trait of needing to be best friends with any individual he was an acquaintance with.

His pursuit of reaching that level with you had been nonstop since high school when you and Jake had hit it off. It was thoroughly exhausting fighting the man as often as you had to, but it was the only way to get him to leave you alone.

He loved it. Finding it hysterical how truly annoyed you were by his sheer presence. Honestly, he wasn’t entirely aware of the actual reason why you didn’t want to be around him. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t lost sleep over it more than once.

Thinking it was just a silly game, not comprehending that you truly wanted nothing to do with him. It was frustrating. Dealing with this since high school and you truly believed he knew the main reason why, but opted to ignore it for the sake of not self reflecting. Jake on the other hand, similar to his familiar counterpart, could always guarantee a chuckle from your interactions.

Never getting into full arguments, but you had been known to raise your voice at him on a few occasions when he refused to leave your personal bubble. It was borderline anxiety inducing. Always having a few Xanax on hand for when you knew you would be having to spend more time than necessary with the boy.

Like on vacation.

Jake had invited you as soon as they had decided where they were going to be taking a weekend trip to. Given you had never been to Las Vegas, you thought it was going to be an absolute blast. Staying at an incredible resort, relaxing by the pool, occasional gambling whilst enjoying the complimentary drinks. I mean, in what world would someone turn that down?

You seriously considered it once you heard that Josh was going to be in attendance. Being trapped on a plane with him, having to do every vacation activity together, getting little to no break from the 24/7 Josh show. Way to ruin a trip.

Given how desperately you did need this getaway, biting your tongue and accepting the fact that the thorn in your side was going to be even closer than normal was what you were just going to have to deal with despite the bile burning the back of your throat at just the thought of it.

Knowing that you would at least have the reprieve of the flight out to Nevada was adding a little bounce to your step. Until he plopped himself down in the seat directly next to yours with a loud sigh echoing in the shell of your ear. Without a moment of hesitation you placed your earphones in, not wanting to give him a chance to engage, or attempt to engage, in conversation with you.

It didn’t last long. He grabbed the left one from your ear much to your dismay, giving a large grin. “Everyone got to pick one activity for the weekend. What’s yours?” Snatching the item from his fingertips and placing it back where it should’ve been the entire time, you sighed.

“Pool morning.” His eyes lit up, going to speak again, but luckily the flight attendants began their aisle explanation of rules and regulations. Smirking at the interruption, you let your head recline back onto the ridiculously uncomfortable headrest, your eyes slipped shut.

You couldn’t be one hundred percent certain of how long your eyes were closed, but it felt like two minutes later when he nudged you to gather your attention on him. A large exhale left your nose, still trying to ignore him. It only worked for so long until he began incessantly tapping your shoulder.

“What? What? What could you possibly want right now, Joshua?” You snapped, staring him dead in the eyes, but he wasn’t phased in the least by your outburst. Holding up a ziplock bag to you, he offered another large smirk. “Trail Mix?”

Josh had set himself a personal goal for the trip. By the time the wheels were up on the way home, you two were going to be fast friends. Deciding on that after having a group dinner together one night and you did everything in your power to avoid him. Whilst he and Jake chatted in his kitchen he racked his brain at the possibilities.

“Can I ask you a question?” Jake hummed in response, eyes stuck to his screen. “Why does buzz not like me?” Jake’s eyes briefly glanced at his spitting image and sighed. “Because you’re you.” Josh let the words simmer for just a brief moment.

Before giving a response, Jake continued. “It’s just a lot for her to handle. You’re on constantly and it drives her up the wall. You know how she is. More reserved than any of us and you're just elevated by ten.” Josh’s brow furrowed, leaning against the counter, shaking his head.

“Yeah no, I don’t think that’s it.” Jake’s hands shot up, deserting his task of trying to get Josh to understand why his best friend did not adore his twin like every other individual under the sun. He was going to get her to be friends, even if it was the last thing he did.

A blinding migraine is what woke you up. That and the feeling of someone's arm wrapped around your bare waist.

Blinking your eyes open slowly, you could feel whoever was next to you, breathing deep and even into the crook of your neck. The disheveled hair was tickling your cheek and jaw, hand twitching every so often as he slept.

When he began to feel you stirring, he himself was slow to get up as well. Having no clue if this person was a complete stranger or if you happened to know them pretty well, had you beyond nervous to turn around and look.

Then it hit you. Patchouli.

Eyes blowing wide open, you turned your head to see him in the same position as you. Wide eyed, shock, and confusion painted across his face. Entirely sure he was mirroring your expression as well.

Neither of you said a word to one another as you laid there. Eventually, you pulled your gaze away from him and chose to stare at the ceiling instead. “Buzz?” He finally broke the uncomfortable silence drenching the room.

Making the wrong decision to shake your head, you groaned, stilling your skull and attempting to stop the room from spinning further than it already was. “No, no. Don’t say a word.” You seethed out between gritted teeth.

He took in a sharp breath, fingers laced soundly over his comforter covered torso. His phone vibrated on the nightstand and when he grabbed it, he only showed you the message from Sam. They were all downstairs waiting on you both to join them for breakfast.

Silently getting dressed, you stepped out of the restroom to see Josh waiting patiently for you. “We do not speak a word of this. To anyone. You understand me?” His lips were pulled between his teeth, but he nodded at you. “Of course, absolutely.”

As you two took your seats at the table, all eyes were glued to you both. Trying to play it off, you pointed to the pitcher of orange juice sitting on the other end of the table by Josh. He handed it off to you, but everyone's attention had yet to leave you both.

Finally giving in, you stared down Jake. “What? What’s wrong?” His chin rested on the backs of his hands, a small knowing smirk gracing his lips, sunglasses blocking his hungover eyes. “Are we going to talk about what happened last night?”

Shrugging, your brow furrowed at his words. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. What happened?” Sam snorted, sipping his coffee before responding. “Josh invited us all to watch,” your head snapped to the boy next to you, shooting daggers at him.

“You fucking pervert,” Josh’s cheeks burned crimson red at the response bit out at him. Danny finally spoke up through a bite of toast. “Like we weren’t going to watch our best friends get married.”

You perked up in his direction, looking at the paired off couples seated around the table. “Oh my god, who got married?” Josh was excited to hear the news himself. Jita’s confused gaze met your enthused one as she spoke.

“Uh, you two?” Eyes falling down to the table, you and Josh gasped at the same time, the memory slamming into you. Your hands covered your mouth as it hung wide open, staring at the man in pure shock. Slowly shaking your head, you stuttered over your words. “No-no, ther-there’s no way.”

Josh’s head fell back, swallowing thickly as his brothers erupted in laughter around the table. “How did they let that happen when we were so drunk?” You whispered out, staring at Jake for answers. He shrugged, “That’s the way most people get married, buzz.”

Letting your head fall into your hands, Josh finally spoke. “It’s fine, we’ll get it annulled and it’ll be like nothing even happened.” Nodding at his words, you shoved his phone into his hands from the resting place it had been on the table. “Now. Do it now.”

Standing from the table, he excused himself as he dialed his lawyer's number. Deciding that it was probably best to check your own phone for any inkling as to what had gone on the previous night, you checked what was buried in your purse. The screen was continuously lighting up with notifications from Instagram, Twitter, any and all social media known to man.

“Oh-oh my god,” you breathed out. Slowly lifting your head and looking at the youngest brother, you calmly asked him a question. “Samuel?” He huffed in response, spreading jam onto his toast. “Did you post the wedding on your Instagram last night?” Dropping his butter knife to the table with a loud clink echoing, everyone immediately took to Instagram.

A chorus of oh no’s, fuck’s, and holy shits were spoken by all of the table. Josh sat back in his seat and turned towards you. “There’s a problem,” you nodded, eyes never leaving Sam. “Oh, trust me, we’re well aware.” He breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Oh great, I don’t have to be the one to tell you.” Sam bit into a piece of muffin, shooting you a wink. “Happy honeymoon!” His attempt to release the tension that hung heavy on the group did not work as he had hoped.

The remainder of the trip you spent as much time away from Josh as possible, absolutely mortified about the circumstances and what had gone on. The only interaction you had with him was right after brunch when he told you his lawyer was working on it and he had made their manager aware of what was going on.

Otherwise, you had kept your distance like Josh was a plague. It hadn’t been too bad afterwards. You spent the rest of the time relaxing by the pool, enjoying great food, and before you knew it you were on the flight back home.

To face reality.

As you walked to your car, his voice echoed through the parking garage to gather your attention. Only stopping because you had to, you turned to face him and saw him jogging towards you. “So, uh, my lawyer wants to meet with us tomorrow morning. Manager will be there, too.”

Nodding in agreement, you didn’t say anything else as you loaded your luggage into your car and then yourself. He didn’t try to speak more, knowing how truly furious you were with him for this.

Knowing that this now being public information was going to make the situation that much worse to deal with. Not like it would have been if this was a normal person, no, you had to deal with the ramifications of being black out drunk and marrying a celebrity.

Awesome.

When you arrived at his home the next morning, you let yourself in, seeing a man dressed in a suit standing in his living room and the man you knew as their manager quietly chit chatting with Josh. He only offered a nervous, sheepish smile to you as you walked in and sat on his sofa.

“Alright, so what do we need to do? Sign some papers?” You spoke out first, grabbing a pen from your purse and looking at everyone expectantly. They were all nervous and you couldn’t figure out why.

The boy's manager cleared his throat and called you by your name, but you shook your head, offering your nickname instead. No one ever used your legal name, it was odd to even hear it spoken out. “Buzz, then. So, unfortunately, this is going to be a bit more,” he paused, trying to find the magic word, "more complicated than we originally assumed.”

Not responding, you only blinked slowly at him. Acknowledging the lawyer to step forward and speak, your head inclined towards him. “The annulment itself is not what complicates matters. It should only be a few months until everything is squared away based on the legal proceedings. What does make things sticky is the social aspect of this.”

His hands waved to you both, but you refused to look at Josh. He could feel your energy humming with pure anger at what was being said to you. His manager spoke up once more. “Yes, so, Sam posting this definitely made it more difficult. In order for you both to get out of this as unscathed as possible, we all discussed the options.”

Your face contorted in confusion. “Excuse me?” Everyone’s eyes settled on you. “I was not consulted for any of this. So when you say we all discussed the options, no we didn’t.” Josh’s wide eyed gaze looked at the two men standing, blankly staring at you.

Jaw setting in annoyance, you spoke again. “I don’t understand how there can be options in the first place. We get it annulled and call it a day. Wipe our hands of it. That’s the option here.” Josh cleared his throat, turning to face you from his seat.

“Buzz, listen. It affects our image. It’s one thing to actually be married, but for us to have gotten drunk in Vegas and then got married, and within seventy-two hours to get it annulled. That’s so bad,” you scoffed at him, but before you could speak they all chimed in.

“It puts a very bad image on Josh. We’re just trying to get damage control done right now. All we’re suggesting is that for the next few months, until the annulment is officially granted, you two continue to put on a facade of sorts to the public that you two are actually together.”

Unbelievable.

“And what about me?” You breathed out, staring at these men like the fucking vultures they were. His manager shrugged with a laugh. “You get to date Josh Kiszka for a few months. This will boost your image too!”

Standing up from your seat, you exploded on them. “Well, I’m not fucking dating Josh Kiszka! This is the problem with you, Josh! It’s all about you and your image. Doesn’t matter who else's life you screw up along the way as long as your image remains clean. Go fuck yourself. Let me know when I need to sign the papers.”

Storming out of his house, when you got to your car, you sat there in silence, trying to catch your breath. A scream left your throat as you continuously hit your steering wheel over and over. Admittedly, you had done some incredibly stupid things in your time, but nothing to this magnitude. No, this was truly life altering stupidity that put you here.

And you did it with the worst human imaginable. You hated yourself for letting this happen. This wasn’t like you. Getting married on a bender in Vegas? Nope. Bets were always going to be on Sam to do something like this. You? Not in a million years. With Josh? Not even in the realm of possibilities.

Yet, here you were.

Sitting in your apartment, you drowned your sorrows in a pint of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream, watching Bridgerton as you sobbed about the utter mess you were in. Josh had been blowing up your phone all day, honestly you were surprised he hadn’t shown up at your door.

Ah, spoke too soon, you thought as a rumbling of knuckles on your front door drew your attention. Sniffling, you wiped your face with a stray tissue, praying it wasn’t too dirty, before walking to the door.

“I’m not in the mood right now, Josh.” Sighing as you took in the sight of who was at your door, you were overjoyed to see someone else standing there. “Well, damn good thing I’m not him then, huh?” You didn’t hesitate, throwing yourself into Jake’s embrace, continuously sobbing into his shirt.

His hands rubbed your back with a sad sigh, leading you back in towards your sofa. Sniffling as he grabbed a tissue, he wiped your tear stained cheeks that were positively swollen from the day spent in absolute waterworks. “What’s up, buzz?”

Your hands hit your thighs in exasperation, shrugging as more tears welled up. “They told me I have to date Josh until the annulment is done. I don’t want to do that, Jake.” Chin wobbling, he wiped at your falling tears again, nodding in understandment.

“I’m so stupid! How did this even happen?” He handed you the box of tissues before speaking. “First of all, you’re not stupid. You were drunk beyond belief, we all were. Second, who said you have to date Josh?” Eyes staring at the crumpled fabric in your hands, the sadness that sat on your shoulders sank further in.

“Your manager. The lawyer. Josh. They said it was to protect his image. That a drunk Vegas wedding doesn’t look good as is and then getting it annulled or having the paperwork filed a few days after is even worse. Like, they didn’t even consider me!” Your body shook harder as more tears fell, sobs escaping your throat as you laid on Jake.

A deep sigh rumbled in his chest, hand smoothing your hair down. “You’re gonna hate my response then.” Pulling back from his embrace, you shot daggers at him. “You want me to do it, too? Seriously, Jake? You know why I don’t want to be associated with him. I’m not doing it!”

His hands went up in defeat, but raked through his hair as he watched you move to the kitchen then back to the room in a nervous pace. “Buzz, listen. It’s not just Josh that’s affected. Honestly, if it was I would 100% be on your side and let you do what you wanted to do. I’m worried about you,” your brow furrowed at his words.

“Being associated with someone like us is not easy. You should see the toll it takes on Jita sometimes. It’s rough and brutal,” you cut him off, his words only aiding your reasoning. “Exactly! That’s one of the main reasons,” he didn’t let you continue, speaking over you and grabbing your hands to bring you back to sit with him.

His thumbs brushed over the skin on your wrist. “It’ll be so much worse if the annulment news gets out this quickly after what happened. Buzz, your life will be decimated. It will be horrible. It will affect your daily life, your work, everything. I want you to do this so that way it’s more sound when it does happen. Otherwise,” he shook his head as he trailed off.

With a groan, you flung yourself back onto the couch. You had never hated life more than you did right then. Grabbing your cell phone, you sent Josh a message only sending a Fine, as Jake patted your leg. “Good girl.” You kicked him in response.

A carefully drawn plan was created by everyone. Keeping public appearances at a minimum, their manager stated that only a few were necessary in the amount of time needed for it to be legally done. However, what was necessary was social media posts.

Since your…wedding, had been so publicly broadcasted, making an appearance on his social media whether by posts or stories was absolutely necessary according to them. The goal was to keep actual posts minimal, but stories more often. Which also meant that you and Josh were going to have to be spending more time together than you ever had before.

You were dreading it to put it lightly. In fact, you only wanted to crawl under your bed and hide for the rest of eternity. All you could think about was why this had to happen with him. Why not Danny? You loved Danny! Sweetest human being known to man.

Instead, you were legally bound to the person you despise most. Why must the universe laugh in your face like this? You believed you were a fairly decent person, so why you? It was that question that was on an ever repeat in your mind as you sat at a restaurant you couldn’t even afford to look through the window at.

The two of you were sitting in dreadfully uncomfortable silence. A fake engagement ring sitting on your left hand, a band on his. Waiter already having come and taken both of your orders, you didn’t know what else to do at the moment. Nibbling on a skinny breadstick, your eyes scanned the scenery around you.

People that would never give you the time of day if they were to spot you on the street filled the tables around you both. Occasional glances from the younger crowd falling over you two made you shift in your seat.

Taking notice of wandering eyes himself, he reached his hand out across the linen covered table, grabbing your hand with his. Speaking through a smile, your look of disgust made him laugh. “Can you at least try and make it look like we’re having fun? We’re married and people are looking, buzz.”

Forcing a grin onto your face, you squeezed his fingers, a hiss escaping from his teeth as he pulled his hand back. “You’re right, I am having fun!” Rolling his eyes, he expelled air from his ballooned cheeks.

“So what do you do for work, again?” He asked. You stared him down, opinion of him sinking further. “I’m an archivist. Do you know what that is?” Your smug tone had his face falling, mocking you. “Yes, I know what an archivist is. Asshole,” he mumbled, playing with the straw in his drink.

Sighing, he leaned back in his seat, eyeing you from across the table. “What’s your deal with me? Why don’t you like me? Everyone likes me. I’m Josh!” Elbows landing on the table with a clatter of plates and glasses, you began listing the reasons on your fingers.

“You’re selfish, snobby, too energetic, think you’re better than everyone else, an attention whore,” he cut you off, arms crossing over his chest. “Alright, alright, alright. I get it. But I’ll have you know I’m not any of those things.”

Your eyebrows shot up your face. “Really?” He nodded, a smirk tugging at his full lips. “Of course! There’s so much more to me.” Snorting, you pointed at the table. “If you’re not a snob or selfish then why would you bring me here? I don’t even like fish! I’m allergic to shellfish. I literally ordered the only thing that didn’t contain any fish. A fucking salad, Josh. I don’t like salad.”

Continuing with your rant, he listened to every word you said. “Not to mention that a place like this,” you waved your hands around, “is the last place I would ever want to come to. I’m more of a Chili’s girl,” his nose scrunched up in disgust. “You see! This isn’t going to work, Josh.” Catching your head in your hand, he tried to ease your spiraling mind.

“Okay, okay. I promise that next time we will go somewhere you want. I just figured that this was a good spot to get noticed and that is working. Three different people have taken pictures which I am almost 100% certain are already circling Twitter.” Your face showed your confusion because you hadn’t noticed that at all.

“I promise, next time, we will go somewhere or do something you want. Scouts honor,” he held his hand up in the salute, earning a tired laugh from you. “Ah, see! We’re already making progress. You laughed at my joke.”

Smile falling, the waiter appeared with your food right then. “Actually, I was laughing at you. Not at your joke.” He shrugged, digging into the salmon on his plate. “Still counts.”

Awkward small talk consumed the remainder of the evening. Walking to your own car that had been parked a few blocks away from the restaurant, Josh stood behind you, ensuring you got to your car safely.

Not offering a parting word, you got in your car, but Josh tapped on your window, a smile on his lips. Rolling it down, but only a crack, you tilted your head towards it. “What?” He placed a sloppy kiss on the glass, much to your dismay, but laughed right after.

“I had a great time with you, buzz. Make sure you’re at my home this weekend to make an appearance in a social media story!” He called out as you reversed out of your spot, driving off with your middle finger extended in his direction.

You weren’t a firm believer in the idea about people changing. People are the way they are, especially once in adulthood. The way someone acts by the time they’re in their early twenties, in your experience anyways, was how the person was meant to be. Which is why you were entirely confused about why Josh was growing on you.

After spending more than a few evenings at his home to appear in his stories or Instagram posts, even making it into a TikTok, you were growing more comfortable around him. Even opting to hang out without the need for posting purposes. You hadn’t even given a second thought to why you were okay with it.

It honestly started after your suggested publicity date. After having a night out at a fancy dinner, you decided to do something a tad more laid back for your date choice. However, when you realized that they wanted you to be seen out in public together, it dawned on you what to do.

The boys were still on tour, so like any normal “girlfriend” or “wife”, you flew out to spend some real good quality time with your partner. He even went the extra mile to pick you up from the airport. Your decision to keep him in the dark of what your planned outing entailed was driving him insane.

It is also why he was standing in the happiest place on earth with the largest scowl on his face you had ever seen. With your Minnie Mouse ears adorned, Mickey Mouse t-shirt, and Nuimo sticking out of your cross body bag, you were beaming from ear to ear. Walking up to Josh, you stood directly in front of him, placing a pair of ears on the frowning boy.

“No, no. Absolutely not.” Giggles fell from your parted lips as he took them off with a loud sigh. “Okay, Mr. Grumpy, what would you like to do first? Space Mountain or Autopia? I think we should do Autopia because it’s a car perfect for your frame and one you might actually be able to reach the pedals in.”

He mocked a fake laugh, walking in the direction of Space Mountain. Josh could try all he wanted to feign irritation with where you two had landed for your date, but by mid-afternoon, he was smiling more often than not.

Even indulging in a churro although it was against his dietary restrictions. You two were sitting in New Orleans Square, splitting a box of popcorn, giving your feet a rest after the incredibly long day, but your mood and spirits had never been so high around him before.

Laughter and smiles had been a regular throughout the course of the day, nearly riding every ride you could. Josh was grinning like a child after having indulged himself all day. “I can’t believe you actually bought the picture from Splash Mountain. It’s so dumb!” You spoke through laughs.

Whipping the picture out, you were cowering over, blocking yourself from the water, face contorted in fear while Josh had both hands up, the biggest smile you’d ever seen as he yelled out in excitement. As he put more popcorn in his mouth, his eyes narrowed at you.

“Why’d you pick here?” Smirking, you sipped from your novelty alien sipper cup. “For starters, I knew you’d be pissed when we walked in.” He shrugged in agreement, a light tint falling on his cheeks. “But I also knew that you would warm up after a few rides and snacks. Almost everyone does. And I picked somewhere where I knew we would be spotted.”

Sliding your phone across the tabletop, a photo of you and Josh on the teacups was circling the Twittersphere. “I think I’m starting to get the celebrity appearance thing.” Taking a bite of your salty treat, Josh eyed you in surprise.

“Well, look at you.” His gaze settles on you for just a beat too long, causing you to fidget in your seat. Looking back at your phone to get away from the uncomfortable feeling worming its way in your stomach, you spoke out. “C’mon, we have a lighting lane for Indiana Jones.”

Josh stared after you as you stood and began walking in the direction of the ride. His plan was working.

It was pissing you off to no end. You didn’t want to like Josh or be friends with him. Not since his fuck up in high school that was the root cause of all of this. So why was he growing on you?

Refusing to fall for the sweet Josh act, which you were beginning to doubt was an act at all, after your Disney day, you decided to keep contact and visits extremely limited. Only showing up at his home to appear in a quick story and then immediately leaving. Josh wasn’t a fan of this sudden change either.

Becoming downtrodden each time you rushed to leave his home after making brief appearances. Keeping conversations to a minimum. When you received a text from Josh saying one of your final dates was ready to take place, you were dreading spending an evening with him. Not excited about the confusing feelings that were happening.

Yet, here you were at a concert for the boys. Given you were as good of friends with Jake as you were, most people figured that you were constantly at concerts. Not really. Actually, you had only really seen them perform a handful of times. Now that you and Josh were married?

Of course the perfect opportunity for a sighting was going to be at a concert, supporting your fake spouse. Okay, not entirely fake because the marriage itself was technically real, but whatever. Standing off to the side of the stage, you smiled warmly at them putting their best efforts into their show.

It was hard not to notice the wandering eyes of fans falling to you and realization dawning on the crowd who you really were. Animosity towards you hadn’t been too much to deal with. Sure, there were people who truly didn’t comprehend how you and Josh were together. There had never been a mention of you before, Jake working overtime to ensure that through your friendship, and now all of a sudden this random woman is married to Josh?

Bonkers.

As their encore wrapped up, once Jake stepped off stage, you jumped in excitement, offering your happy praises of how well the show had gone tonight. Walking off with Jake, you halted as their manager’s wide eyes observed you, subtly nodding his head in the direction of who you should have been walking with.

Jake offered you a knowing smile, continuing towards his dressing room as you waited for Josh. As his curly hair bounced towards you, you offered a large smile. He knew what he was doing as an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you towards him and connecting your lips.

You froze, not expecting him to do something like that. As he retreated, his arm never left you, a smile still adorned as he turned you around and walked you towards his own room. Skin positively on fire from the encounter, your stomach was a chaotic mess of nerves.

Sitting in the general waiting area for Josh to finish getting ready to head to the hotel, you were literally sitting on the edge of your seat. You weren’t stupid, you knew why Josh kissed you right in the viewline of hundreds of fans. So, why was your mind running about the passion behind it? And why did you like it?

His curly due popped out of his door, a big grin greeting you as his wet hair dripped down his temples. “Ready to go?” Nodding with no verbal response, his hand linked with yours, escorting you down the tunnel. Your eyes were glued to the faux wedding rings adorning your hands.

Some fans waved you off in the private cars that headed in the direction of the hotel. Not muttering a word, Josh could sense the vibe was just ever so slightly different than normal. He knew you weren’t upset, but you weren’t exactly dripping with excitement either. Nervous?

It remained silent in the elevator ride up to the floor of your rooms. When he walked to his door, he finally made eye contact with you for the first time all evening. “Do you want to come inside and talk for a bit?”

Your wavering voice would give away your endless thoughts, so you just bob your head in agreement, stepping into the suite before him. Sitting on the overly large sofa for one person, Josh immediately knew something was different when you didn’t give a snide remark about that.

Finally sitting next to you, he handed you a drink from the bar. “Alright, what the hell is wrong with you? This is the longest you’ve ever been silent around me.” Sighing, you battled how to word this, but Josh beat you to it. “Was it the kiss? I’m sorry I should’ve asked you beforehand, but so many people were around I thought it was what I should do.”

Shaking your head, you felt heat creep up your neck. “No, no it’s fine. I agree, it was what should have been done. It’s just,” trailing off, his eyebrows furrowed. “It’s just what?” Deciding against telling him how you truly felt about it, you changed conversation tracks.

“Just that it was a lot of fun seeing you guys perform. Makes me realize who I’m actually married to.” He bought it. Immediately smiling brightly at your words, he relaxed into the stiff couch. “I can’t get over that. We’re married.” You both chuckled, eyes going to the wedding rings you wore.

“Do you remember the night at all?” He questioned, seeing if you had any recollection of how it came to be. Eyes going to the ceiling, you laughed as you tried to replay the fuzzy night. “I remember laughing. A lot. It was at one of those twenty-four hour chapels on the Strip. Jake was your best man, Jita was my maid of honor. Jake signed as our witness. Sam recorded the whole thing on Instagram.”

You two were erupting in laughter at the sheer stupidity of the situation. “You wanted to consummate the marriage right there in the chapel on the pew.” Josh laughed into his glass. Your jaw opened in shock, refuting the claim. “I did not!” Josh’s eyebrows raised as he recalled it. “Oh yes you did.”

Sitting there and staring into his eyes as his laughter died down, you gave a shrug. “Okay. So, what if I did? Would you have taken me right there?” He didn’t hesitate, not an inkling of nerves as his response came quickly.

“I would’ve taken you right there if we had been alone.” Swallowing thickly, in the blink of an eye Josh had ended up on top of you. Teeth hitting in a messy, hurried encounter. His tongue trying to explore every inch he could.

It moved so quickly you weren’t sure how you had ended up entirely nude in his bedroom. On your knees and hands, Josh pounding into you from behind. Hitting so deep inside of you that you were certain you were going to split in two.

Your moans were borderline murderous screams. Body being moved forward which each meet of his hips to your ass. The sounds ridiculously lude as your soaked bodies continued to join over and over.

As his cum painted your back and ass, you felt like you had run a marathon. His fingers still lightly tracing circles over your throbbing clit, instead of stopping all at once, easing you out of the pleasure that wracked your body.

Limbs turning to immediate jelly, you weren’t sure how you ended up in the shower together, going for another round. Fairly certain your body would never be able to recover again. Yet here you were, accepting him again with pleads. Years of pent up aggression with one another colliding.

Heavenly.

Well, that complicated it a bit more. What the hell was the matter with you? It was Josh for god’s sake! All you needed to do was show up for the concert, hang out with him for a few minutes, then go to your own room, and fly home the next afternoon. You couldn’t even do that right.

Because you were currently entangled in bedsheets with the boy, limbs intertwined, and you didn’t want to move. He was just so warm and soft, comfortable beyond belief. The gentle rise and fall of his chest nearly eases you back to sleep.

It was only a couple minutes later when he stirred awake, humming in content at you still being there. Arms tightening their grip on you. His deep, husky morning voice broke the gentle air, erupting your skin in goosebumps. “Morning,” his lips landed on the crown of your bedhead, trailing down to your cheek, then neck.

Easy was one way to describe it. The head of his cock breaching your entrance slowly and deeply. Lifting your leg as you remained on your side, Josh right behind you. His fingers danced on your clit, and in no time at all, you two fell apart.

Wanting to return back to the safe slumber of your life, he refused. As your eyes slid shut, they shot back open as his tongue traced your leaking hole. It was going to be a long morning. Which you didn’t really mind.

Letting Josh take you to brunch probably wasn’t the best move, but you couldn’t bring it in yourself to come up with a phony excuse as to why you couldn’t. You wanted to spend some time with him, it wasn’t a crime or anything. If anything, it only strengthened the PR relationship you were putting up!

Oh, shut up.

Even when you got home, you found yourself looking forward to hearing from Josh. He didn’t understand what the change had been or when it had actually happened, but he wasn’t complaining. If anything, he was celebrating it. You were no longer doing everything in your power to avoid him, but instead were actually reaching out to see when you could see him again.

This was the literal best case scenario for him. His yearning for you over the years had only grown stronger through all of this and what had been a silly crush on his brother's best friend was blossoming into an actual romance.

Still, you were hiding your reasoning for seeing him behind the PR aspect of this arrangement, but the more you presented it and accepted when he did, the more hopeful he was becoming. It might be silly wishes, but after having harbored these feelings for you for as long as he had been, getting this close was playing with fire.

Did anyone have any idea about this infatuation? Not in the slightest. Josh knew he had done a wonderful job of keeping it at bay. Perhaps it came off as an elementary level crush where he teased you relentlessly, but he seriously had little to no game and that was how he knew to get your attention.

Some fine tuning was most definitely needed, he would admit that.

Did the teasing that Josh relentlessly tormented you with sear into your memory and want you to second guess what you were doing? Absolutely. In fact, one night in particular would always stick out to you. A junior year pool party where Josh announced to the entire party during a truth or dare session that you had never slept with a boy let alone kissed a boy, mortified you.

You could remember the shocked faces of your friends who had all recently gone on sexual journeys that school year and were no longer at your clumsy virgin level anymore. Only having told Jake in confidence, you were horrified to discover that Josh had obtained that information and that he thought it would gain some laughter and bump him up in popularity to divulge it.

He had regretted it immediately after it left his mouth. Your vision of him forever tainted. Of course, you would never admit that was the line he had crossed, instead picking other things about him that annoyed you. Josh knew the real reason.

So, where did that leave you both? Sitting in Josh’s living room about to sign your annulment paperwork after four months of fake dating. He had called you that afternoon at work and said his lawyer had dropped them off and all that was needed was a signature from you both.

Holding the pen to paper you signed your name, handing it over to Josh and seeing him do the same. Letting out a shaky laugh with a puff of air, you eyed him. “Okay, well that nightmare is now over.” He chuckled with you, hands rubbing nervously over the tops of his thighs.

“I am sorry about all of this.” You finally broke the tension by saying. Josh knew what you meant. This had been your idea. The entire thing. Having made a bet with Jake that if you could win on a $200 bet in one go at a blackjack table, he owed you $5,000. Being as inebriated as he was, he hastily agreed. Yet, when he asked what would happen if you lost it left you fumbling for an answer. Something worth at least that monetary value, you reached your decision quickly.

“I’ll marry Josh tonight.” Everyone hooted and hollered, watching you place your bet and of course, losing on the spot. Josh immediately invited everyone to come to the chapel with you both, saying he couldn’t imagine marrying you without his family there. One Instagram livestream and twenty some odd stories later, you two were hitched.

He shrugged with a chuckle thinking back to it. “It’s a funny story we will always look back on and laugh about.” Agreeing with him and not sure what your next move was, you rose from his sofa, heading toward the front door when your name echoed in the large room.

Turning, you saw Josh cross to get to you. Colliding together, your purse fell to the floor, wrapping your arms around his neck as he crushed you to him. “Don’t go.” He spoke out. You nodded eagerly, bringing him back to you.

“I like you. A lot.” He spoke out in between kisses. Only a muffled mhm and me too escaped your throat before Josh led you to his room.

It was like answering a craving that your body was shaking to get its fill on. Like a drug you had never experienced before. Needing him in you more than the air you breathed. Filling the void that only Josh could fill.

Only Josh. That was all your mind could think of. Could handle. Even as he eyed you, laying nude in his sheets, he riddled every thought.

“Can I take you out?” You laughed, seeing him eyeing you from above you. “I’m serious! I know we kind of did this backwards, but I really do like you. I want to take you out. For real.” Narrowing your eyes at him, you grabbed his chin in your fingertips. “Promise you won’t marry me this time?” He nodded, looking at you like you were crazy.

“Absolutely. The plan is to knock you up this time.”

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suzukiblu · 6 months ago

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Final entry I worked on for this round of @haunting-heroes-creative-games's "Guess The Artist"; my solo piece! This one is based on The Moon Is Trans by @chromatographic, because she did both my collabs with me and I thought that it'd be a funny sneak attack, and also because this fic is a VERY large part of what got me into DPxDC fandom to begin with, hah. I just love it so much, guys. T4T Jazz/Jason 5everrrrr.

Like ninety-nine percent of everyone playing immediately clocked it as my entry but the real joy was making Chroma yell at me in DMs for sneaking in art for her fic to surprise her, so I feel like really it's a winner for that alone, mwahahaha.

#dpxdc #anger management ship #hardcover ship #jazz fenton #jason todd #chromatographic #rinart

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black-arcana · 1 month ago

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HALESTORM's LZZY HALE And JOE HOTTINGER Announce 'The Living Room Sessions' 2025 Tour

Lzzy Hale and Joe Hottinger of Grammy-winning hard rock band HALESTORM have announced an intimate tour featuring the two of them performing acoustic, stripped down versions of HALESTORM favorites and the music that has inspired the band. Dubbed "Halestorm's Lzzy And Joe: The Living Room Sessions", the tour consists of 12 dates in January 2025. A full list of dates is below.

A special BLABBERMOUTH.NET presale will begin on Thursday, October 24 at 10:00 a.m. local time and end on Thursday, October 24 at 10:00 p.m. local time. When prompted, type in the presale code "2025FREAKS" to access tickets before the general public. Check back here on Thursday for ticketing links to individual shows. General on-sale will be Friday, October 25 at 10 a.m. local time.

To give fans a taste of what’s to come at the shows, today Lzzy and Joe posted a sneak preview of a performance of "The Silence".

Lzzy states: "With this tour, we're inviting our fans to experience what it would be like hanging with Joe and me in our living room: picking up instruments, telling stories, chatting about songs that helped shaped us as a band and brought us to where we are today."

Joe adds: "Back when we decided to quit our day jobs and make music our full-time endeavor, Lzzy and I would play music wherever we could, and sometimes that meant playing acoustic covers in any bar or restaurant that would have us. That time really allowed us to develop our playing skills and dig into songwriting, and it really set the groundwork for what HALESTORM is today."

"Halestorm's Lzzy And Joe: The Living Room Sessions" 2025 tour dates:

Jan. 08 - Flint, MI - The Machine Shop Jan. 10 - Bloomington, IL - Bloomington Center for the Performing Arts Jan. 11 - Des Moines, IA - Hoyt Sherman Theatre Jan. 13 - Springfield, MO - Gillioz Theatre Jan. 14 - Little Rock, AR - The Hall Jan. 16 - Chattanooga, TN - The Signal Jan. 17 - Biloxi, MS - Hard Rock Live Jan. 19 - Pensacola, FL - Vinyl Music Hall Jan. 21 - Savannah, GA - District Live at Plant Riverside District Jan. 22 - Charleston, SC - Charleston Music Hall Jan. 24 - Springfield, MA - Aria Ballroom/MGM Springfield Jan. 25 - South Burlington, VT - Higher Ground

In a September 2024 interview with PK of Louisville, Kentucky's ALT 105.1 radio station, Lzzy spoke about the progress of the recording sessions for HALESTORM's follow-up to 2022's "Back From The Dead" album. Lzzy said: "We've had three separate sessions in the studio with — we're making a record with [producer] Dave Cobb. And he's actually a huge closet metal fan, and so he's really excited. And so we're making this great music, but we're constantly touring. So we've had, like, three different sessions in the studio. We're probably — what? — 70, 80, maybe, percent there. We have a studio in our house and so I'm doing a lot of the finishing touches on vocals and sewing everything up, doing solos and all that. And then we get back in in December to just say, 'Okay, this is good.' And then, yeah. And then there we are. So we're excited about it. We really are."

Cobb has shared in nine Grammy wins, including four for "Best Americana Album" and three for "Best Country Album". He's also been named "Producer Of The Year" by the Country Music Awards, the Americana Music Association (twice) and the Music Row Awards, and has been a Grammy nominee in the category.

HALESTORM and I PREVAIL recently embarked on summer 2024 co-headlining tour. Produced by Live Nation, the trek kicked off on July 9 in Raleigh and ran through August 17 in Las Vegas. HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD and FIT FOR A KING served as support. The tour was also the catalyst and the creative spark for HALESTORM and I PREVAIL's collaborative track "Can U See Me In The Dark?", which was released in June.

"Back From The Dead" has tallied over 100 million streams worldwide. Rolling Stone called the title track "a biting but cathartic howler about overcoming all obstacles," and that song as well as "The Steeple" marked their fifth and sixth number ones at rock radio, respectively. Associated Press said the album "will definitely be in the running for best hard rock/metal album of the year." Their previous album, "Vicious", earned the band their second Grammy nomination, for "Best Hard Rock Performance" for the song "Uncomfortable", the band's fourth #1 at rock radio, and led Loudwire to name HALESTORM "Rock Artist Of The Decade" in 2019.

Fronted by Lzzy with Arejay, Hottinger and bass player Josh Smith, HALESTORM's music has earned multiple platinum and gold certifications from the RIAA, and the band has earned a reputation as a powerful live music force, headlining sold-out shows and topping festival bills around the world, and sharing the stage with icons including HEAVEN & HELL, Alice Cooper, Joan Jett and JUDAS PRIEST. Additionally, Lzzy was named the first female brand ambassador for Gibson and served as host of AXS TV's "A Year In Music".

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darklydeliciousdesires · 4 months ago

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Sky Full of Stars - Chapter Eighteen.

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 5,039

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

“It’s him, I swear it!”

Laughter abounded, especially those who knew Jade of old.

“Baby, it isn’t him. This is you and the Dalai Lama all over again. Or that time you thought a random homeless guy was Zach Galifianakis.”

Lewis nearly fell from the bench at the outside table they were seated at, enjoying some after dinner drinks. “Oh my god, you never knowing who anybody is, it’s legendary at this point!"

“But I do know who that is over there!” she stated emphatically. “It’s Lance Reddick!

Everyone was set for her to see that once again, she was making a blunder, until Jade caught the eye of the man and waved. He beamed, standing up immediately. “Hello, darling!”

“Fucking told you, every last one of you!” she chirped, getting up and walking to greet the man she’d co-starred with in a film the year before, giving him a big hug. “Hiya! Aww, it’s so nice to see you again! Everyone said it wasn’t you, because of what I’m like with recognising people.”

Lance tipped his head back, laughing softly. “Indeed, I am well-schooled in your comedic blunders!” He introduced himself to everyone with handshakes, Jess having to virtually heave her jaw up off the floor, being such a huge fan, delighted when he posed for a picture with her. He went back to his table shortly after, Jade and her group staying for a few hours before returning to the house.

More drinks were poured, the staff gone for the night so dangerously, Jade and Jen putting themselves in charge of the cocktail mixing.

“Fuck me,” Adrien began in exclamation after taking a sip. It was so strong, it could have knocked Keith Richards out cold.

“You bet your sexy arse, I will, Bug,” Jade cut in with, grinning devilishly before licking her top lip.

“Behave,” he warned, but still winked in a way that said loud and clear she was getting laid well later. “Seriously, that’s like drinking peach flavoured gasoline.” Still, he downed it in one, refusing a refill and sticking to beer. While the drinks were created, Jess deciding to put a whole array of fresh fruits and syrups into the blender with vodka and rum, Mona stayed away from everyone, Lewis included.

Adrien had filled him in on her ridiculous statements made to Jade, and to say he was mortified by her behaviour was putting it mildly. He wished more than anything now that he’d made the trip solo, rather than bringing along the woman who was showing a completely different side to herself, one he did not enjoy witnessing. Maybe fifteen years younger than him was too big an age gap.

He had to hand it to the women, though. They tried to make her feel welcome, calling her over, offering her drinks. She took one with a small nod of thanks, not daring to look Jade in the eye. She sauntered off again, the girls moving to take seats out on the plush patio couch, Adrien lingering by the doors, Lewis informing him he was tired and heading to bed. He remained there, just about within earshot of the three women sitting observing Mona, bolstered by alcohol.

“I swear, I cannot with this girl,” Jade began, shaking her head as she watched Mona totter around to the other side of the pool. “She’s like all the worst parts of a typical LA girl all mashed together, fuelled by forty percent rum, sixty percent being a pretentious bitch whose far too invested in acting like a dick to me. I should tit punch her, really,” she continued, Jen spraying a mouthful of peachy rum infusion.

Turning to where Adrien stood, she tried to bite back her laughter a little, but trying not to explode was a tough battle. Drunk Jade was, and always would be, the most hilarious version of herself without a doubt. “Homeslice, are you hearing this?”

“Look at her, it’s like watching a barracuda on stilts! She’s made of wedge heels and hostility.” Jade then added, her husband snorting a laugh.

“Baby love, stop it,” he laughed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re above this.”

“I will not, I’m a little bit lit and my filter has slipped.” The hiccup that followed her words was right on cue, her lips tightening and wobbling as she tried not to laugh. “No, I will, though. You’re right, I am above this. I’m just drunk and irritated. They never mix well.”

His face was very knowing in the wake of those words. “Ohhh yes, this I can vouch for. I’ll never forget the first time I witnessed that, you and Katie crashing back into the dressing room after the third LA show, when you’d gotten off stage and had that interview straight after?” Immediately, there was wincing at the memory. God, he’d been an asshole to them both.

“I remember sitting there with Charlotte, watching you two do tequila shots, getting more drunken, more agitated and louder by the minute,” he continued, coming to sit with them, “so I asked her what the hell should I do to counteract that. She told me, and I quote, ‘I sit on Katie’s face until she shuts up, but you might wanna switch that around and just let her ride yours until she isn’t angry any longer.’ It worked, too.”

“Yeah, and then you made me come so hard, I fell forward and smacked my head right off the pissing table in the rear lounge!” Her words had Jess and Jen wheezing at the memory of being told of her collision the following morning.

He lit a cigarette, beginning to grin. “I can’t be held responsible for any collateral damages incurred because of my tongue.”

Jen’s laugh boomed, even more so at Jess snorting loudly into her glass. They were one of those couples who didn’t have to try too hard to be funny; they just were. Funny, lovely, and still as sexually crazy about one another as they had been upon meeting almost three years before. This was evidenced well when Jade woke up the following morning to the warming sensation of his mouth upon her breasts, peppering kisses, sucking her nipples, hand stroking her thighs until they parted for him.

“So, you’ve woken up full of horn, have you?”

“Mm.” He often did, to be fair. Even when he was still heavy with sleep, as she knew he was, only communicating in a series of hums. While his mouth sucked at her nipple lazily, his hand moved to stroke between her folds with focus, finding her still a little damp from when he was inside her hours before. His fingertips rubbed, coaxing little moans as he pushed them into the warmth of her cunt, hooking and raking, stroking languidly as his tongue fluttered over the pebble peak of her nipple.

His arm reached beneath her shoulders, pulling her to him, mouth meeting hers in soft, languid kisses, her little moans making his cock twitch as his fingers burrowed deep. She wrapped herself around him, body melding with hers as he stoked the furnace of her arousal, fingers leaving her melting syrupy, panting against his tongue.

Little shocks skittered over her as he brought his thumb to her clit, rubbing tight, slick little circles, mouth dipping to her neck as she whined softly, her walls fluttering as he continued to massage the spots that pulled those pretty noises from her throat.

“Fuck, you’ve got be dying for your cock,” she murmured, feeling him turn onto his back and take her with him.

“Get on it, then.” His fingers slipped from her, Jade reaching between them and guiding him to where she streamed for him, sliding down with a sigh. “No, stay right here.” he added when she moved to sit up, arms wrapping around her, keeping her pressed tight against his chest. Gentle rolls of his hips had him filling and emptying her, mouth pressing against the plush of her lips as their tongues nudged, moaning into those kisses full of lazy longing.

Split wide around his cock and pressed so tight against him, the way he moved had his pubic bone grinding right against her clit, lighting sparks that prickled deep, hot flourishes darting through her as she held his face in her hands and kissed him with escalating passion.

“Ahh, fuck! Right there, god, that feels amazing!” she cried, his cock hitting her deep, hands roaming up and down her back, the sound of him cutting through her dewy cunt lewdly filling the space. Looking down at him, she beamed a smile, resting her forehead to his. “Your eyes look so goddamned pretty when you’re turned on.” Another kiss, another revelation. “Seriously, how can a man so fucking beautiful exist? How? God, you make me crazy with how gorgeous you are.”

Even after two and a half years, he still felt ever inch as madly coveted by the beauty he was lucky enough to be married to, smiling, nuzzling her, his hands sliding down to grasp each round of her bum, driving up into her hard.

“Yeah, my beautiful baby,” he groaned, mouth hot at the side of her neck, “you moan pretty for me. Fuck, I love you so much.”

She sparked and clenched, being built up, Adrien watching intently as her mouth fell open, her eyes closing as the coil wound tighter and tighter, knowing it wouldn’t take long until…

“Fuck! Ahh, fuck!” she cried, heat licking her spine and rushing through her being, every nerve alight as she came undone for him, her snug heat clenching greedily as her waves lapped his shore, rolling in and out again, her body tingling euphorically.

He slowed a little, enjoying her cunt in spasm around him, proud of himself that he’d held back and not let her pull him under with her, fucking her slowly as she caught her breath before the pace gave way to something much more barbarous. His cock felt heavy and delicious within her, sparking wildfire through her tender insides, sparks of pleasure reconnecting again as he dragged her walls deliciously, shifting a little lower to suck each budded nipple, her body juddering pleasantly against his.

His fingers clenched at her thighs, fingernails leaving pink crescents behind, growling with absolute abandon in her ear as he chased a herd of goose pimples across her neck and chest with his lips, consumed by her entirely.

His cock thundered into her voraciously, their skin beginning to bead with sweat as the heat of their tryst coupled with the rising tropical heat warmed their bodies, Adrien watching the bliss etched upon her face as he fucked her with pure, driven determination.

“Mmmm, yeah. Come for me,” she purred, and when he did, god. It hit him like a storm.

His cock, glossy with her wetness, twitched before erupting, cum shot deeply into her as expletives spilled from his mouth, gritted groans following as her tightness clenched and she saw stars once again too, his thick erection eliciting another blinding crest as she arched her back and wailed in ecstasy.

“Wow,” he mouthed, looking a little sex drunk, holding her close, hands stroking her sweaty flesh as she lay against him juddering hard, “I feel like I just got hit by lightning.”

“Same.” she panted, clung onto him, knocked sideways by the force of her orgasm. It was the kind of sex so blindingly intense, not just from the physical pleasure, but the intimacy of the moment, that it dictated they barely left one another’s side in the aftermath. The showered together, went and ate breakfast, and then spent the rest of the morning wrapped around one another in the pool.

“You gotta thing, don’t you, about deliberately wearing things that show a little hint of your nipples,” he spoke, eyes transfixed by the slight reveal of pink through the white crochet bikini she had on. “Mmm, sexy wife, happy life.” he chuckled, gently biting onto one, making her giggle.

“I do, but only because I know it gets you all amped up, my darling,” she spoke sweetly, his mouth covering her breasts in kisses.

“And on vacation that’s fine, but I’m still not over you and that chainmail top. Damn you.” He’d never forget it either, her choice of outfit for the US premiere of Predators, which happened to be the first time they appeared officially as a married couple on the red carpet. Adrien had struggled to keep his hands off her, dressed in a pair of black stripper heels, skintight black leather jeans and a near backless top comprised entirely of pale gold chainmail. She knew exactly how to work provocative to her advantage, whether it was to him or the rest of the world.

Her giggles continued as his mouth rained kisses all over her, undoing the halter and back of her bikini top and throwing it to the edge of the pool. “Am I about to get dropped on the best cock in the world, hmm?”

“Oh yeah.” With nobody else up yet, why not take advantage of that, Adrien backing her against the pool edge as their kisses gained heat. That was, until...

“Hey Skip!” Jen called, Jess at her side placing her little fingers into her mouth and letting out a piercing wolf whistle. “No sex in the pool unless I get to join in!”

Adrien turned to her, mouth widening into a grin. “Well then what are you waiting for?”

Of course, she pulled off the cover up she had over her swimsuit and dived right in, swimming beneath the water. “Oh fuck, she’s got my shorts!” he exclaimed, almost deafening a giggling Jade from the loudness of his yell. “Jen, quit it!”

“What did she do?” Jess called from the opposite side, Mona and Lewis appearing.

“Bit me on the ass!” Well, if you’re going to openly invite trouble, Jen surfacing with a grin, holding his shorts aloft.

“Success!” she yelled, hurling them across the patio area, turning back to beam at him. “And now whatcha gonna do, huh, homeslice?”

He looked embarrassed for all of five seconds, resting Jade up on the edge of the pool before turning and grinning. “You? You’re in fucking trouble now, Crowley.” Under the water he went, grabbing the straps of her swimsuit, Jen screaming, pleading with her bestie for help.

“Uh-uh, you started this, Jennifer.”

Oh, how bad her own medicine tasted, Jen screaming and thrashing as she was robbed of her swimwear, Adrien making his escape beneath the water to the shallow end, using the ill-gotten swimsuit to cover his crotch as he climbed out and located his shorts, ducking behind a leafy potted plant to pull them back on. Emerging to hysterical laughter, he dangled the bright blue swimsuit off his index finger.

“Checkmate.” He grinned, Jen raising her middle finger.

With pink cheeks, she covered her face with her hands while treading water. “Fucking hate you so hard right now, man!”

“Now, now, don’t be mean,” he teased, Jen covering her boobs with her arm and making a grab for the suit, Adrien tossing it behind him with a wink. “Go get it.”

“Oh, you’re dead.”

He shook his head, cracking up at his wife’s laugh booming ever louder. “Nope, but you keep up the threats and I’ll move quicker than you and throw it even further.”

With no other choice presented, she scrambled out of the pool, screaming on the way when he slapped her on the ass hard. “Quit it!” she cried, sending everyone further into their hysteria.

“That’s for biting me. Learn your lesson.”

All found their shenanigans entertaining, Jen hiding behind the furniture to dress while Adrien returned to sit behind his wife, hugging her tightly as they relaxed at the pool edge, all apart from one. One who seemingly couldn’t get over her fixation.

“I swear, you two are the greatest hilarity,” Jess laughed, pointing between Jen and Adrien a little later as they sat eating breakfast at the table. “It’s like a never-ending buddy comedy!”

“He ain’t my buddy right now!” Jen spluttered, growling playfully as Adrien wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her head.

“You gotta know that I’ll always get you back,” he spoke, Jen pulling a hilariously tight-lipped face, crinkling her nose. “It isn’t like I haven’t seen you naked already anyway. You’re not exactly precious about it.”

“I am with people I don’t know well!” she exclaimed, extending her hand across the table. “Lewis and Mona didn’t need to see my bare butt.” Everyone laughed, the taste of her own medicine still not sitting well, all but one person finding that funny. She sat shaking her head, eyebrows raised, a disparaging look cast across the table.

“What’s that face for, Mona?” Adrien asked, not able to stop himself. He knew he probably wouldn’t like what she had to say, but he wanted to see if she had the nerve to make the same insinuations about him as she had been to his wife. Mostly, he wanted to shut them down, too.

“Because I can’t believe you have so many people fooled,” she spoke with a shrug, leaning back in her seat.

“Babe, stop,” Lewis warned.

“No, no. I mean is nobody going to hold you accountable here? Look at earlier this morning, for fucks sake! You and Jen all over each other right in front of your wife!” she exclaimed, Jen’s eyes darting up to meet hers.

“You need to shut the fuck up, right now,” she warned.

“No, let her continue,” Adrien spoke, raising his eyebrows as he viewed Mona with mild contempt. “I want to hear what she thinks she knows, since she has a habit of doing this. Why don’t you just come out and say it. What, you think I’m screwing Jen, really?”

She scoffed, shaking her head. “It’s all kinds of obvious that you are.”

What was this girl on? God above. They’d only just managed to shake themselves of one person with way too much to say about their relationship, and now they were presented with another?

“You really have no fucking idea what you’re talking about,” Jen spoke, pointing at her. “That guy there? One of my closest fucking friends, and if you think I’d ever be so low as to fuck my best friend’s husband, then you’ve got another thing coming, you hear me?”

“Oh, close friends. That old line, huh?” she further goaded, Lewis covering his face with his hand.

How Jen held herself back from flying across the table and punching her in the mouth, she wasn’t quite sure. Probably something in the back of her mind knowing that she had to be on her guard to stop Jade doing the exact same thing, which she sensed might be the reaction she was looking for. It didn’t prevent her from letting Mona have it verbally, though.

“You know what, girly? When somebody saves your life, when they literally grab a hold of you and yank you back from dying, then you can fucking judge, and not a goddamned moment before, you feel me? That’s what he did for me, not that it’s any of your damned business, but that’s why we’re so close.

“He’s my friend and I love him beyond measure, and on that afternoon when he found me, what very little was left of my heroin eroded soul got saved by him. If my best fucking friend is cool with the fact that after then, we became close as hell, then tell me, what the fuck has it got to do with you, huh? Tell me that.”

Through her anger, her eyes went glassy, Adrien grasping her hand, Jade swiftly moving to sit herself on her lap and hug her tightly, fixing Mona with a glare. “My patience with you is wearing really fucking thin, Mona. I’d get up and walk away from this table if I were you. Nobody talks to her like that.”

“Or what?” she snorted, looking to her boyfriend for support that was not forthcoming. God, he was so embarrassed by her.

Jess waded in then, very uncharacteristically prickled. “Or you find out just how much we have one another’s back. I might be tiny, but shit, you better believe I’m fucking mighty. Do not make me get up from my seat.”

They might have been two members of their group short, but when the girls stood together against an adversary, they stood firm. Jade especially, her patience whittled down to nothing.

“You’ve had your fucking knickers in a bunch since you arrived, and it all seems to stem from what you think is happening in my marriage. Let me say this clearly; the rumours of my husband cheating are a pile of crap, perpetuated by a young woman who is now finally receiving psychiatric help. Her claims? None of them can be backed up, she did not bring receipts other than fake text messages that anybody can create and badly done Photoshop creations.

“It’s obvious that you want to believe it, or rather, you want me to be more affected than I am by it. Either way, couldn’t give a shit, but whatever the fuck it is within you that’s spurring you into attempting to make me feel like I have something to worry about, you need to address it. All of this that you’re doing, it says much more about you than it ever could me, or Adrien. Now, do us all a favour and shut the fuck up if you can’t say anything civil.”

Oh, yes. Jade Brody had reached the end of her tether. Those who knew her best were wondering when her patience would finally give out. As for Mona, she sat there wordlessly, still wishing for Lewis to say something, the man himself shaking his head.

“You’ve been unreasonable and shit stirring since we arrived, and that isn’t you. Fix it or go home, Mona. I’m not putting up with you behaving this way.” She was up and out of her seat in a flash, racing upstairs, Lewis running a hand down his face as he groaned softly. “I’m so sorry, guys. If it counts for anything at all, I honestly think it’s because she’s insecure and looking to bring people she can fully see aren’t down to her level.”

Jade moved back to her seat, reaching across the table to grasp his hand. “I said exactly the same to Adrien the first night. It’s so obvious that’s where she’s coming from. I’ve tried to be firm but gentle with her because of it, because I can see she doesn’t have a scrap of self-esteem.”

“I don’t know why, either!” he cried, lifting his hands aloft, reaching for his juice and taking a gulp. “I tell her all the time how amazing I think she is, and how beautiful. I honestly think she’s gotten herself all pressed about you three and that’s what it’s boiling down to. She’s jealous because you’re all famous and incredibly well-respected, and as well as my friends I’m still like, your number one fucking fanboy, too.”

“Makes sense, I guess,” Jen spoke, taking a sip of her coffee.

“All I know is that I’m done with silly little girls having an opinion on my marriage when they don’t know the first thing about it. At least the first one had an excuse, she was legit batshit crazy. No offence, Lewis,” Jade spoke, the man himself shaking his head.

“None taken, babe. It’s fucking funny when you cut out how annoying it’s gotta be for you, because you and my boy, fucking happiest marriage I know of, my mom and dad aside.”

It was that simple truth that stopped either of them from becoming more annoyed than they had been over the intrusion into their private life, the fact that the people casting aspersion – or those who believed the rumours – couldn't have been further from the truth. They were crazily in love with one another, and that was all there was to it.

“I’m so sorry, man,” he offered, reaching across the table and grasping his friend on the shoulder, shaking his head. “You get rid of one crazy headcase and I fucking unwittingly bring you another.”

“Ain’t your fault,” Adrien told him, sighing. “But I don’t want your girlfriend in this house if that’s how she’s gonna behave. You know you’re welcome, but she isn’t. Not after that.”

He nodded, standing up. “I’m gonna go talk to her, see if I can get to the bottom of it.” He left, Jess the first to speak, her eyes wide as she pointed between her friends.

“What the hell is it with you two and attracting crazy girls? I am fucking shook, I swear. Wow.”

“I want to get away from the house for a while,” Jade spoke, turning to Adrien. “How about that hike?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” Jess and Jen also expressed interest, the four of them thinking it likely better they give Lewis some privacy as he went about trying to figure out what on earth was wrong with his girlfriend, all departing together. They didn’t return until gone five that afternoon, all of them feeling a lot more relaxed for the four and a half hours of hiking various trails upon the island.

“Hey man, how you doing?” Adrien asked after showering and changing, kissing his wife before she went outside with her girls, the guys sitting down in the lounge area.

“Better now I’m single,” Lewis grunted, his friend wincing. No matter how much he disliked the attitude of his friend’s former girlfriend, them breaking up was not what he wanted it to come to. An apology and adjustment in attitude would have been perfectly sufficient. As he was to learn, though, Lewis had very good reason for calling time on their relationship. “So, I went and talked to her, and I learned something that fucking changed everything, man. You ain’t gonna like it, bro.”

Adrien frowned, wondering what the hell he was about to hear. “I’m listening.”

“It took a while of arguing back and forth, all of her behaviour not making sense at all, until she finally came out with the truth. She had a journalist approach her for information on you and Jade, said they’d pay her ten grand for any inside information she could get, any real-life observances that might incriminate you because of this whole cheating thing.

“That’s why she’s been stirring shit up, all in the name of getting a rise and information for this article. I told her that she needs to be very careful going forward and to think twice about saying anything to said journalist, because if she came out with anything untrue, you guys would sue her for defamation. What concerns me is that she knows the truth about Jen and you being the one who found her. The chick might be well into her recovery, but she doesn’t want the whole world knowing the finer details of such a hard time for her, man.”

His jaw clenched, a faint grumble sounding his throat as he pressed his hands against his face, fingers steepled as he emerged, mouth still covered. His frown dented from one side of his forehead to the other. “Can’t sue her for anything that actually happened, and it did, me being the one who found Jen. It’ll be another angle they can work, too, that I’m some kind of scumbag who's playing away from his wife with her best friend. Can’t really do much about that either as it’s just gossip, nothing that’s defamatory. Fuck. Jade’s gonna go insane, man.”

“Dude, I’m so sorry,” Lewis began, Adrien shaking his head.

“Wasn’t your fault. Just as long as she’s out of this house, because I don’t trust my wife not to knock her teeth out. Jen neither. Right now, I probably wouldn’t stop either of them.”

“She’s gone, don’t worry. I told her to get the hell out, find a hotel and lose my number.”

That was probably the best thing he could do. “You okay? I know you weren’t with her for a long time, but still, she was your girl and now you’ve found this out, can’t have been easy.”

Lewis smiled thinly. “I’d rather have found out now after six months than way further down the line, you know? Fucking hustlers, man. She can go fuck herself.”

Adrien stood, blowing out a long breath that puffed his cheeks. “Right, I gotta go tell her. Expect a bomb to go off shortly.”

And boy, how it did as soon as Jade had been informed. Her meltdown wasn’t pretty, and Adrien didn’t blame her for her anger, Jen neither when he called her over, of course the news very much involving her, too. While Jen went inside to do tequila shots, receiving a very firm shoulder rub from Jess, Jade’s fury quickly dissipated into tears, standing at the edge of the pool in her husband’s arms.

“Why can’t people just fucking leave us alone? It’s fucking sick, vying for us to be unhappy!” she cried, resting her face against his chest.

“That’s exactly what it is, baby love. Some people, they’re only happy if others are miserable. I know I say this a lot, but it’ll blow over, then they’ll turn their attention to somebody else who probably doesn’t deserve it either. We know the truth though. Happier times are coming, you’ll see. Aside from all of this shit, you make me the happiest man alive. Love you, Moo.”

Looking up at him, she smiled through her tears, his thumbs stroking them away. “Love you too, Bug.”

And no matter how many people tried to meddle with that, she always would. She just had to hope that this was the end of it, the stress grating on her, on him, too. At least there was a silver lining, though, the nuisance that was Mona now gone, meaning the remaining eleven days of their vacation would be spent actually enjoying their time together. And boy, how they did.

#adrien brody fanfiction #adrien brody smut #adrien brody fanfic #adrien brody fic #adrien brody #sky full of stars #adrien and jade

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c-is-for-circinate · 1 year ago

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Kind of want to toss more snippets of things that probably won't become long extended fics up onto tumblr. So: Eddie/Chrissy, with deeply bisexual ADHD disaster child Eddie, because we deserve it. (Also background hints of Steve/Nancy, but rest assured Eddie is 100% projecting and highly incorrect about that dynamic.)

Chrissy lives, through sheer dumb luck -- a tape shoved into a player out of some vague idea in the back of Eddie's mind that he could be smooth, could maybe help a pretty girl who for some godforsaken reason seemed to like him have a good time -- and it's great, it's incredible, it's more luck than any of them should've ever dared hope for--

And Eddie is thrilled, obviously. Terrified out of his mind, pretty sure he should be running for the hills, but. Chrissy Cunningham is alive, and for some bizarre, unfathomable reason, she seems to like him.

It's just...jesus christ, what is he supposed to do with that?

It's not that Eddie doesn't like girls. Girls are pretty, and smell good, and have curves in places he's maybe imagined putting his hands a time or two (thousand), and have generally starred in at least thirty to forty percent of his favorite jerk-off fantasies for the past several years. But the general class of females of approximately his own age in Hawkins, Indiana have heretofore been somewhat disinclined to follow up on Eddie's occasional flirtations, and somehow he doesn't think the other skill set is going to be much help here.

It's just...look. Eddie knows, he knows goddamn well that for ninety-nine point nine percent of guys like him, whose eyes skate over the slope of a gentleman's broad shoulders as readily as the swell of a lady's hips, that the easy road would mean playing straight for sixty-some-odd years, marrying a nice girl who doesn't ask too many questions, and maybe getting the occasional blowjob in a truck stop bathroom from a pretty boy you pretend you don't want half as much as you actually do. Of course he knows that. He's given those blowjobs, a lot more often than he's ever had a nice girl like Chrissy Cunningham look at him twice. Because that's the thing, isn't it, once again the Munson luck striking right at the heart of things. Once again, Eddie isn't like every other guy in Hawkins or Indiana or, fuck, the whole damn world probably. Can't just do things the normal way. Has to do everything opposite, and look where that's gotten him lately.

Truck-stop bathrooms are easy. The grit of them, the feel of cold tile through thin denim, the taste of latex and the smell of musk and sweat and come, a thick-fingered hand in his hair and the press of tight muscle under his fingertips, the rush of knowing that even on his knees, he's the one with the power here -- it's good. It's so good, the back rooms of that bar in Indy where one flash of his fake ID gets him an all-access pass to all the sex a boy could want, no strings attached. Slipping into that space is almost as easy, as natural, as slipping into the DM's seat at Hellfire. He doesn't even have to change his look, just makes sure the bandana is tucked into the correct pocket and they come to him, ready to let Eddie take the reins and drag them into something just painful enough to be really satisfying when they make it through to the end.

That's the thing about being a freak. That's the thing, that's always the thing, the backwards mixed-up thing in Eddie's brain that had him reading Tolkien before he turned nine but can't get through one Charles Dickens novel without wanting to scrape himself out of his own skin. He can calculate probabilities and percentage tables for a D&D game in his sleep but can't sit still through a single math class. It took less than a week to get note-perfect on the entire Master of Puppets guitar solo and six years might not be enough to graduate high school.

So yeah, Eddie knows how to be a freak and a faggot, can take a grown man to pieces with his hands and his voice and his dick if he just clicks into that zone where he has all the power to shape the world the way he wants it. That doesn't mean he has any goddamn idea what to do when Chrissy Cunningham smiles at him like that and he trips over his own feet.

He should be looking at Harrington. Steve goddamn Harrington is striding around like that, absolutely shirtless, streaked in dirt and his own blood like some goddamn primal warrior come to life. That would be safe. Safer. Something. Pretty boy in just the right amount of pain, Eddie should be enjoying the eye candy, but he can't because: 1) they're literally in hell and monsters could come after them at any time, 2) Nancy Wheeler apparently has a bedroom full of actual guns and is still in love with her ex-boyfriend, so Eddie's pretty sure he'd better keep his eyes to himself if he wants to keep them at all, and 3) far more importantly than all of that, Chrissy is scared enough to be holding his hand and he's terrified that his palms might be sweating. She's so pretty. He wants her to actually like him so, so badly. This is an absolute nightmare.

"You doing okay?" he asks Chrissy quietly, letting her lean on his arm to help her over some rough terrain when they have to take a detour around a knot of vines. She clutches at his sleeve and smiles timidly, putting on a brave face that makes Eddie want to do something insane like find a suit of shining armor just so he can bow to her in it.

"We're going to be fine," she says. "We just have to get to Nancy's house and it'll all be okay. Right?"

"Gonna let Wheeler make you a a total badass with a gun?" Eddie asks, and then mentally kicks himself. Who flirts with a girl by calling her a total badass? How do smooth guys flirt with girls if they stick around past the initial five minutes of inviting them to come see your band, which literally no girl has ever actually said yes to before? Eddie isn't even sure he has a band any more, if Chrissy's ex-boyfriend has anything to say about it, which means he's kind of out of ideas.

Eddie has one blinding, insane moment of wondering what would Jason Carver do here? before he almost chokes on his own tongue. Fuck. He really can't do this.

"Maybe," Chrissy says, a little shy, and slides her hand down his arm to slip her palm into his again. "Do you think I could?"

There's a smudge of dirt on her perfect nose. Eddie wants to lick it off. Oh god he's a freak. You can't lick cheerleaders. Fuck, Eddie doesn't even know how to go down on a girl. Fuck, why did he think about that. It doesn't matter! He's never going to get the chance! Chrissy is never going to want him to touch her like that anyway!

"I think if the last few days have proven anything, it's that literally anything is possible," Eddie says, and then realizes he just implied that Chrissy being a badass is even more unlikely than alternate dimensions, which is probably even worse than calling her one in the first place, and holy shit, how is it even possible to be this awful at this? Why is she still standing here with him? "I mean, I could even stop being a coward who apparently runs away from absolutely everything, which I've discovered I am now, that's how weird things are, so yeah, compared to that, Chrissy, I think you could absolutely be a badass if you wanted to be."

"I don't think you're a coward," Chrissy says, and she's stepping closer, why is she stepping closer, tucking their arms together. "I mean, I couldn't even run away. He would've gotten me right there, if you hadn't..."

"Luckily I think Harrington and Wheeler are big enough heroes for all of us." Eddie catches sight of them up ahead, Wheeler on point like a hunting hound leading the way, Harrington keeping watch on all sides with that flashlight ready to spring into action at any minute. It should probably be Harrington back here with Chrissy, if he and Wheeler weren't so obviously the perfect battle couple together. Hell, even Buckley, who's up front with Nancy right now and who Eddie knows he clocked checking out Chrissy's legs earlier. She's awkward, yeah, but on her it'd be endearing, and maybe Chrissy deserves better than cowardly asshole boys for a while anyway.

She definitely deserves better than Eddie. She tugs him out of the way of a vine half a second before he trips over it in the dark, like a klutz and a dumbass, and Eddie curses himself for a failure.

#C writes stuff #stranger things #snippets #Chrissy Lives AU #hellcheer #look I APPRECIATE the chemistry these two have greatly #I just think more fic about them needs to let Eddie be 1) extremely queer even when he likes a girl #and 2) an unmitigated flailing dork

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sakurajjam · 11 months ago

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E aí gente! Poderiam me ajudar com algumas sugestões de fcs chineses masc que seja +26? Tentando entrar pra esse novo leque de fora da bolha. Iria ajudar muito

Olá, docinho de cereja! Estou fazendo um compilado de todos os garotos que nós já divulgamos por aqui, espero que te ajude.

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huang xinchun, nex7 (1997)

wang yibo, ator e uniq (1997)

wang ziyi, solo e nine percent (1997)

xu minghao ou the8, seventeen (1997)

cai xukun, solo e nine percent (1998)

dylan wang, ator (1998)

song jiyang, ator (1998)

yao chen, r1se (1998)

zhang yanqi, r1se (1998)

#♡ · ✉️ : respondidas #( luffy o príncipe das sombras )#♡ · 🖼 : fc help #fc help #chinese fc #( help : boys )

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Posting this cuz I like to check in and say hi to this fandom every once in a while. It's just a short, corny, unfinished fanfic. I'm not really a writer but maybe someone will enjoy this

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It was peaceful for once, maybe because the room lacked the sound of Ghost rambling on about something or yelling at Spooker and Colon for whatever. The only sound was the squeak squeak squeaaak of the swivel chair, and it was starting to get to Toast. His eyebrow twitched and he sighed in annoyance. “Spooker, can you please stop that?” he asked politely, but in an angry tone.

Spooker immediately quit what he was doing “Oh! Sorry boss” he laughed nervously and started fiddling with his thumbs. Toast smiled “Tell you what,” he began as he shut the filing cabinet. “Why don't you and Colon go solve a case for me?” he suggested. “Really!?” Spooker yelled and Ghost jumped up from his nap. “Wha- wha’s going on?” he slurred. Spooker almost fell with how much he leaned out of his seat in excitement.

“Yes it would be very helpful” Toast nodded his head. Chris looked from his phone as what was being said piqued his interest. “What's the call about?” he asked. Toast took a second to recall. “Well some guy called about how when he sat up from his chair, he turned around and it was gone” he explained. Chris raised his eyebrow with an unamused expression.

“Oh, that one?” Ghost lifted his head back up. “Yeah have them go to that. It'll give me time to actually sleep” he stared daggers at Spooker. Spooker jumped up and squealed in delight. “Ooooh did you hear that Colon? We're going on a solo mission!” he shook his fists. Chris sat up from his chair. “Yeah man, but it's not a solo mission if two people are going” he corrected. “Oh... Haha… well then I guess it's a duo mission?” he shrugged. Chris reached up his hand for a high five and Spooker gave him one. “Heck yeah” he smiled.

Spooker was jumping up and down. “Let's go pack the equipment!” he said, and they both ran off. Ghost looked up at Toast. “That was a good idea, Johnny. I'm ninety-nine percent sure that call was a prank call” he said. Toast stared at the door their two co-workers' exited. “Well, I wasn't trying to be mean sir. I was just giving them a reason to get out of headquarters for a while” he had a look of guilt on his face. Ghost let his head fall back down on the desk. “Well now I can finally take my nap,” he said. Toast chuckled. “You do that sir” he rubbed the other's back before turning away.

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“Alright, so the place should be the last house on this street…” Chris turned the car. Spooker seemed unnerved. “Man, this area is eerily quiet. I haven't seen any other cars drive around here” he said as he looked around. Chris quickly patted his head. “It's not that out of the ordinary. I mean it is getting pretty late. And maybe this area is just peaceful” he said.

“Yeah your right” Spooker agreed. Chris pulled the car into the driveway of the client's house, the headlights shining onto it and he parked the car. “Alright let's go,” he said and they both got out.

They made their way to the porch and knocked on the door. They waited, waited, and waited. Chris was tapping his foot in boredom and Spooker tiredly leaned his head on his shoulder. “Maybe he’s not ho-” he was cut off by the door abruptly opening. It revealed a disheveled-looking man who seemed as if he hadn't slept in days. “Hey, you here about the ghost?” He asked.

Chris nodded his head. “Yup, Chris Ghostie and Fred Soup at your service sir” he reached out to shake the man's hand, but he just stared at it. Chris seemed a little weirded out. “Are you gonna…?” He trailed off. “Oh!” He exclaimed in realization as he snapped out of his haze. He took Chris’s hand and frantically started shaking it. “My names… Ben. Thank you so much for coming!” he said a bit louder than needed. Chris had to pry his hand out of Ben’s. “It's no problem” he shifted his gaze to the ground uncomfortably. Spooker smiled. “Can you show us inside?” he asked. “Oh, yes” Ben turned around to get the door.

The two P.I.E members followed the man into the house. It was very dirty and looked abandoned. The two of them felt uneasy but they couldn't back out. Ben turned around to look at them with an awkward grin on his face. “W- welcome to my home please make yourself… at home?” he said. There was a brief silence before Chris spoke up. “Right… and can you tell us where you've been having paranormal problems?” he asked.

“Oh uh- yeah” Ben stuttered. He pointed to a room next to them. “In there,” he said. “Okay we'll get right to it sir” Chris responded and Ben went to sit on the only furniture in sight, his torn-up couch. Chris turned to look at Spooker and held his hand in front of the side of his face so Ben wouldn't hear. “There’s definitely something wrong with that man” he whispered. Spooker gasped. “How could you just say that dude?” he hushed. Chris gestured to Ben. “Just look at him,” he said. Ben was muttering to himself, his eyelid twitching while also chewing on his fingernail. “He looks like a zombie he's seriously giving me the creeps dude. And this place looks like it hasn't been lived in, in years” he explained.

“Well all is see is a troubled man in need of our help” Spooker crossed his arms and pouted. Chris just sighed. “Whatever man let's just put a pin in it for now. Let's go” he reached for the doorknob of the room and upon contact it immediately fell off. “Well that's just great,” Spooker said sarcastically. Chris took a step back and kicked the door open. Spooker stared in awe. “Wow, man that was awesome!” Spooked exclaimed, Chris smirked. “Yeah I know I'm pretty cool” They both crept into the room, the floorboards creaking under their feet. The only thing they could see was a chair in the middle of the room.

Spooker whimpered in fear. “It’s so dark in here. The only thing I can see is-“ he turned around and the entrance of the room was completely gone. Chris went to feel around the wall. “What the hell Where'd it go!?” he questioned. Spooker started yelling at the top of his lungs. “Spooker!… Spooker!… Snap out of it Fred!” Chris smacked him across the face. Spooker rubbed his cheek. “Ow,” he whined.

“Listen, man, in a situation like this we have to ask ourselves what we do if we were Ghost and Toast?” he asked. Spooker paused and hummed in thought. “Kiss?” he suggested. “What!? No w- okay they totally would” he laughed. Spooker raised his eyebrow. “But I don't think kissing is going to help us out of this situation…” he said. “Oh wait! Colon our flashlights!” he pulled a flashlight out from his utility belt and switched it on

“Good thinking dude” Chris did the same and they shined their lights toward the chair. The light revealed a dark hallway leading to who knows where

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[Herald Interview] Young K of Day6 hopes to be an artist that people look forward to hearing more from

By Hong Yoo

Singer-songwriter Young K hopes people to look forward to what he does next. “I love when people compliment me as a promising artist, or an artist to look forward to, because I wouldn’t be able to continuously present new songs without these people that wait for me,” Young K told The Korea Herald. Young K, who is also a member of K-pop boy band Day6, returned to the music scene with his first full-length solo album “Letters With Notes” on Monday, after a 2-year hiatus due to his mandatory military service.

“I enjoyed the process of bringing up this album. I think listeners get to enjoy music when the person producing it also enjoys the process of making music. I made new attempts in this new album which also includes working with new music producers,” he said. He worked with various producers including Paulkyte, Shim Hyun, CHOILB, Park Moon Chi, Da Sol, and MOGT. Producer Hong Ji-sang, Young K’s long-time partner, also took part in making this album including “Nothing But” and “Let it be Summer,” which was released prior to the album. “We’ve been working together since my debut. He is my teacher as he helps me improve as a musician and he knows me better than anybody. For example, he knows what my musical strengths and weaknesses are. He once advised me that I should at least give some change and diversity if I can’t produce music better than before. This is why I want to work on various projects, to give diversity to my work,” Young K explained. It’s been nine years that Young K has been active in the K-pop scene and since has garnered worldwide popularity both as a member of Day6 and as a soloist. “Through each solo album, I continue to get a better grasp of what my musical color is. I used to evaluate myself as colorless and ordinary. But now I know that I am capable of showing various colors and that has been well proved in this new album,” the artist said. Young K’s LP comprises 11 tracks in total which are all like romantic letters that deliver genuine words. “All the tracks in this album are easily relatable. Some songs will comfort you, and some songs will cheer you up. In the title track, I sing about not being able to let go of something when one has to. It’s romantic,” he said. “Sometimes it’s difficult for me to compose a song and sometimes it’s easy despite having years of experience. I try to think of what words would sound better in certain parts of a song. I also try to avoid using same expressions when making music. These are some of the tasks that I continuously give myself,” said Young K. “This album is not 100 percent perfect. But I am not sad about it because I think of this as an opportunity to grow. I hope the public continue to look forward to what I’ve got to show.”

#young k #day6 #day6 even of day #kang younghyun #brian kang #album: letters with notes #young k: interviews

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He follows her as she leads him away, somewhere not so out in the open and lets her buy him a coffee. Thank fuck for that because he was going to need something to settle up his nerves or keep him awake. This did for him and he mutters a thank you as she passes him the coffee.

Clint feels like he's sobered up now as well and the warm cup honestly felt soothing in his hand. He pops the lid to look down at the dark coffee in his hand as they settle for a moment.

When he looks back up, she lets him do some talking before he says anything. Classified is another term that strike him as odd. It's a word that he thinks gets used sixty-nine percent of the time at Shield.

❝ The orphanage or adoption center have some sort of legal thing; or... something more classified? ❞ He would like to hear the story, but he didn't think that it mattered to him. That was a story for Tony to ask about and he could find out later.

Now is a time as any to test his running theory. ❝ Hey Amanda, I'm never been to Heaven. ❞ He wants a moment for a response, granted it may not be one she knows or she just doesn't want to respond. He could ask, he probably will.

❝ Sure, I'm personally curious about the why but that's not really my story to tell. Tony doesn't know that I am here like right now, talking to you. He's in London too, but this is old Hawkeye flying solo. Consider it concern for a friend. ❞ It was genuine concern.

It dawns on Clint this isn't the first time that he's found one of his closest friends mothers without their explicit permission or knowledge. He had found Bobbi's mother, which Bobbi had kept her classified due to Shield. Clint finding her and reconnecting her with Bobbi had lead to her getting shot.

Fuck, please don't be one of those times. He seriously will go drown in a river if that happens, bottle in hand.

❝ If you were to meet him, what would you want? ❞

Amanda's heart is racing. Tony has tracked her down and she was going to get to meet him. She wondered if he hated her. If he was here to tell her how she fucked up and should have kept him. She knows that. God, she would have if she could. She'd take it if that's what he wants. As long as she gets to see him.

But he didn't send his friend? Did he tell Clint Barton about her and now he was too scared to come meet her? Was he still in America? She'd fly to him if that's what Clint thought was best. Anything to get a chance to just see him up close.

There's a prêt-à-manger just near the entrance to the underground. She leads Clint there and buys them both a coffee. It's not until they're both seated with their drinks that she speaks again.

She's tapping her foot nervously on the ground and playing with the cardboard sleeve around her cup. "I guess you want to know why I gave him up?" she said. "And the truth is, it's really complicated and a lot of it is classified. I also don't know that it would be good for Tony to know. I mean - maybe?"

She sighs as she tries to get her thoughts together. She hasn't been a SHIELD operative in decades, and honestly, the things that led her to leaving were the same things that led her to giving Tony to the Starks. She didn't really care about shield or security but how do you tell someone their father was part of HYDRA?

"How about this, you ask the questions. And I'll answer them. It might be easier than a whole convoluted story."

#ic; clint barton #mrtonystark #verse; clint barton; who shares your burdens (mrtonystark)

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HALESTORM Is '70' Or '80 Percent' Done Making New Album: 'We're Excited About It'

In a new interview with PK of Louisville, Kentucky's ALT 105.1 radio station, HALESTORM frontwoman Lzzy Hale spoke about the progress of the recording sessions for the band's follow-up to 2022's "Back From The Dead" album. Lzzy said (as transcribed by BLABBERMOUTH.NET): "We've had three separate sessions in the studio with — we're making a record with [producer] Dave Cobb. And he's actually a huge closet metal fan, and so he's really excited. And so we're making this great music, but we're constantly touring. So we've had, like, three different sessions in the studio. We're probably — what? — 70, 80, maybe, percent there. We have a studio in our house and so I'm doing a lot of the finishing touches on vocals and sewing everything up, doing solos and all that. And then we get back in in December to just say, 'Okay, this is good.' And then, yeah. And then there we are. So we're excited about it. We really are."

Lzzy previously talked about working with Cobb earlier this month in an interview with "The Morning After With Nic & Big J" on the 100.3 The X Rocks radio station. She said: "It's been a really crazy whirlwind making [the new album]. We ended up going in with Dave Cobb, the producer. And it's something completely different than what we've ever had. We literally rolled in with all of our baggage, all of our songs, our riffs, the whole thing, and he's, like, 'No, we're not gonna do any of that. We're just gonna start.' And I'm, like, 'What? There's no plan? What's happening.' And it's kind of beautiful 'cause all of us are very ADHD, and we're locked together in this house in Savannah, Georgia, which, if you've ever been to Savannah, Georgia, there's no scene. It's a spooky historic town with a lot of Spanish moss. And we're locked — literally I'm saying locked, because we locked the doors — we're locked in this house full of every piece of equipment you could ever need. It's all set up. The board is there — everything — and we're all unsupervised. Which I can't tell you the last time that has happened making an album — probably since the first record, [when] we were all living in an apartment together. So, all of our inner children are screaming and we're all just getting into the sandbox and playing, 'Hey, I brought some LEGOs. You brought a rocket. Let's see if we can get it to space.' And so all of this stuff has really been coming together in such a weird and organic way, to the point that it's very much peeling back the onion of what is HALESTORM.

"My brother [HALESTORM drummer Arejay Hale] and I have had many moments while making this record where we look at each other and we're, like, 'This reminds me of when we were 14.' It's just wild," Lzzy added. "So, I'm very excited for everyone to hear it and I'm excited for it to be done. And so hopefully we wrap it up in December and get get it the hell out — out of my house. [Laughs]"

Elaborating on the songwriting process this time around and how it was different to some of HALESTORM's previous records, Lzzy said: "I think that the big lesson in the front of the race here that has been answered is that usually the weirdest ideas are the best. And sometimes it's the things that you don't think are very good that everyone collectively is, like, 'No, that's actually great.' And I think that that's been the beautiful thing is that the four of us, even though… I mean, my brother's 37 — he's the young gun, but we're all in our early forties — and we've been doing this a long time together. And so to have that kind of reconnection to who you are as people and as friends and really having that kind of come out in the music and it not be this kind of assembly line, like, 'Okay, Lzzy wrote 12 songs. We all really like 'em. Let's record 'em.' Or, 'Hey, we have this collection. And we have a month to be in the studio. Let's just go and bang it out.' We've really kind of taken the time to really let the music tell us what to do and honestly let our weird brains tell us what to do, because we're all terrible adults [laughs], and I think that we were never meant to be. So it's been nice to just kind of have the freedom to do whatever the hell we want and then worry about the consequences later. [Laughs]"

This past July, Arejay was asked by The VORTX Podcast with host Ethan Jackson about HALESTORM's decision to work with Cobb this time around. Arejay said: "It's always good for a band to, if you want your sound to evolve, bring in some fresh minds into it. And the cool thing about Dave is that he's a total hard rock and metalhead at heart. A lot of his most successful projects have been a lot of country, a lot of alternative — I mean, he's all over the spectrum — so when works with us, you can tell… There's a really great mutual respect between [us], 'cause we've been doing this long enough and he's been doing it for so long. We've been a huge fan of his as well, so there's a lot of mutual respect between the two of us, and you can feel it in the room."

Asked if he and his HALESTORM bandmates set a date for themselves for when they want to be done with a record, Arejay said: "It used to be a lot more stringent in the early days. 'Cause when you're trying to get the band off the ground, you really wanna kind of keep that momentum going. But our last couple of records have been a little bit more laid back, which is nice. It kind of gives it room to breathe. It gives us time to like really assess where we wanna go. And definitely COVID changed everything."

On the topic of whether the HALESTORM members do more work remotely now or if they still all get together in the studio and collaborate on ideas in one room, Arejay said: "Oh, it's so much more effective for us to be in the same room. I think it kind of forces you to just… I guess we work well under pressure, 'cause, going back to your last question… We definitely feel the pressure to get the album out at a certain time, but what really cranks up the pressure is the fact that we're leaving Nashville and going to Savannah for only a set period of time, 'cause Dave [only has certain] windows [of availability]. And it really forces us to just dig into your gut and just pull things out. And when we're all together in the room and Joe [Hottinger, HALESTORM guitarist] starts playing around with the riff and I start jamming with them, things just come out, things just happen. There's a magic there."

In June, Lzzy told Decker of the rock station Razor 94.7/104.7 (WZOR) that she and her HALESTORM bandmates initially "got a lot of pushback" from their team about the prospect of working with Cobb. She recalled: "We were saying, 'Oh, wouldn't it be cool to do a record with Dave Cobb? Because that would be something that nobody would really expect from us. And I bet you he would come up with some crazy ideas. Don't know the guy, but let's figure it out.' And everybody on our team was, like, 'No, no, he's too busy. That's not you. He's got this stuff going. He's got, like, nine Grammys with Chris Stapleton. That's not your scene.' And so we kept pushing back. We're, like, 'No, no, no. Just ask him. Just ask him. We can handle rejection, but just ask him.' And so finally, our A&R guy at our label is, like, 'Fine, I'll reach out. Whatever. Just stop bugging me.' And so he reached out, and then he called me, like, the next day. He's, like, 'Hey, I heard back from Dave Cobb. And guess what? Not only does he absolutely know who you are, but he's been wanting to make a record with you for, like, seven years. And he has a plan already of how he wants to do it.' And we're, like, 'What? This is sick.' So anyway, we went to go test the waters, and we go into the studio. And look, I write every day. When I die, there's gonna be so much that everyone has to sift through, just gibberish songs, all that. So I always have, like, a bank with me, like, 'Here's riffs, here's songs, here's subject titles, here's poetry.' And he was, like, 'No, no, no. We're not gonna do anything that you already have. Nothing.' I'm, like, 'Uh. What?' And he's, like, 'No, we're just gonna start.' Everyone's sitting in a circle and we're, like, gonna kumbaya. So everyone got an instrument, like, 'All right. So what are we feeling today?' I'm, like, 'Is this a therapy session?' And we ended up — it's crazy, 'cause then we'll like grab on to something 'cause of that pressure of, like, 'Well, I was thinking about this as this is happening.' 'Cool. Let's go there.' And so he has this amazing instincts that are very, like, you can't see it when you're in it. And then, as soon as we start like putting stuff together, we kind of zoom out and, like, 'Oh, wait a minute. This is so wild and awesome and exactly what we do.' So it's very strange. But we're all very free. And then the other thing is that while we're writing it, we're recording it at the same time. So these tracks are, like, us discovering the song for the first time as well as we're performing them. There are some things that we're performing them all at the same time. There's one track in particular that we completely forgot to put the click track on, and we did like three takes like that, and then we're, like, 'Oh, wait. We don't even have a click going.' Arejay said something, like, 'Were we supposed to have like a click track so we all are on time together?' And everyone's, like, 'We didn't even notice it was gone.' And so we did another take with the click. We're, like, 'No, we like that other one better.' So there's stuff like that. A lot of weird surprises. There's a lot of space. And we're really excited because we're not going country or anything like that, or Americana. This is such a new — it's got so much teeth, and it's so different than what we just did with 'Back From The Dead', but in this almost weightier, heavier way. And the lyrics are — I'm tackling subjects I've never tackled before because I'm having the freedom to do so. So I'm very excited."

Fronted by Lzzy with Arejay, guitarist Joe Hottinger and bass player Josh Smith, HALESTORM's music has earned multiple platinum and gold certifications from the RIAA, and the band has earned a reputation as a powerful live music force, headlining sold-out shows and topping festival bills around the world, and sharing the stage with icons including HEAVEN & HELL, Alice Cooper, Joan Jett and JUDAS PRIEST. Additionally, Lzzy was named the first female brand ambassador for Gibson and served as host of AXS TV's "A Year In Music".

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Choosing Among Truths (FFC, Day 1)

(the prompt: fake dating)

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Being in a band was a lot to handle without adding the extra layer of playing up to the press. At least, that’s what Neil thought when they first started out, and he’s pretty sure Rob and maybe even Eva would’ve agreed with him. (Roxie took to it like a duck to water, and everyone seemed to gravitate toward her.

Eventually they recognized her burnout signs and realized their assumptions weren’t totally accurate.)

But now? When they have a moderate level of fame and an income source that's relatively stable? Now it's fun to screw with the media.

It started simply enough. Neil got a kick out of the Ho Yay fans thought existed between him and Rob; annoying the man is just a bonus.

He and Eva are literally dating and somehow stay under the radar, so leaning into the "will they won't they" stage flirting is way too easy to pass up.

Roxie... well. Her energy is damn nice to have around and to be the recipient of (but Neil will kill anyone outside of the band crew for knowing this). They're both guitarists so teaming up in charged ways is second nature.

Roxie and Rob? It's not they're fault their fans are trash for height differences.

Eva and Roxie seem to... just fit together. Neil can't explain it otherwise. Eva's penchant for leaning against Roxie while she's singing, or moving to Roxie's solos right near her, is more fuel for the fans.

And of course, Rob and Eva had to start stage flirting too. For maximum press confusion, obviously.

Except that confusion filtered down to the four of them at some point and now, as far as Neil can tell, they're in a perpetual "what are we" square, arrows pointing every which way. But Neil's not gonna be the first to talk about it; he's having fun, and he damn well knows his bandmates enough to know he's not the only one. The elephant (if there even is one) is still a baby, hardly anything to talk over yet.

Until...

"We're all dating each other," Roxie says during a particularly inane interview. "Bandmates and lifemates!"

She adds that irrepressible giggle which indicates to the rest of them, ninety-nine percent of the time, that she isn't serious. But Neil, Eva next to him and Rob on the other side, is thrown into react/fuel the flames mode, so he can't figure it out in the moment.

He'll just conjure up some elephant-proof locks.

#SigSquare #JujYwrites #polyamory #FFC 2024 #february ficlet challenge 2024

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sakurajjam · 1 year ago

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Queria pedir uma ajudinha pra achar alguns faces chineses ( Masc ).

Pois veio ao local certo, pompurin! Vem comigo, vou te apresentar alguns mocinhos chineses e que podem te agradar. Não coloquei ninguém do RED ou do IG, pois não curto sugerir eles já que não sabemos se permitem o uso ou a idade real. E se quiser encontrar resources dos mesmos, sugiro ver esse guia feito pela @weizhmng, é muito útil!

Luo Yunxi, ator (1988)

Zhu Yilong, ator (1988)

Jing Boran, ator (1989)

Wei Zheming, ator (1990)

Yang Yang, ator (1991)

Yu Bin, ator (1991)

Xiao Zhan, ator (1991)

Deng Lun, ator (1992)

Gong Jun, ator (1992)

Wu Jiacheng, X-NINE (1993)

Liu Haikuan, ator (1994)

Ding YuXi, ator (1995)

Lin Yanjun, Nine Percent (1995)

Ren Hao, ator e R1SE (1995)

Wang Haoxuan, ator (1995)

Xu Kai, ator (1995)

Zhu Zanjin, ator (1995)

Chen Bohao, ator (1996)

Qian Kun, NCT (1996)

Wang Zhuocheng, ator (1996)

Wen Junhui ou Jun, Seventeen (1996)

Yan An, Pentagon (1996)

Zhu ZhengTing, NEX7 e Nine Percent (1996)

Bi Wenjun, NEX7 (1997)

Dong Sicheng ou Winwin, NCT (1997)

Huang Xinchun, NEX7 (1997)

Wang Yibo, ator e UNIQ (1997)

Wang Ziyi, solo e Nine Percent (1997)

Xu Minghao ou THE8, Seventeen (1997)

Cai Xukun, solo e Nine Percent (1998)

Dylan Wang, ator (1998)

Song Jiyang, ator (1998)

Yao Chen, R1SE (1998)

Zhang Yanqi, R1SE (1998)

Ding Zeren, NEX7 (1999)

Wang Linkai ou Xiao Gui/Lil Ghost, solo e Nine Percent (1999)

Wong Kunhang ou Hendery, NCT (1999)

Xiao Dejun ou Xiaojun, NCT (1999)

Zhai Xiaowen, ator e R1SE (1999)

Zhao Lei, R1SE e X-NINE (1999)

Chen Feiyu, ator (2000)

Fan Chengcheng, NEX7 (2000)

Huang Renjun, NCT (2000)

Krystian Wang, solo (2000)

Liu Yangyang, NCT (2000)

Zhou Zhennan, solo (2000)

He Luoluo, R1SE (2001)

Li Quanzhe, NEX7 (2001)

Zhong Chenle, NCT (2001)

Zhao Rang, R1SE (2001)

Justin Huang, NEX7 e Nine Percent (2002)

#♡ · ✉️ : respondidas #( rinn a poderosa chefinha )#♡ · 🖼 : fc help #chinese fc #fc help

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010 : JAW OF THE BEAST.

Starring: Kang Minwoo.

Featuring: Jung Myeongjae.

Summary: Minwoo sells his soul.

Word Count: 2k.

CW: Sponsorship, trauma response.

In almost 24 years, Minwoo had done a lot of things that required a lot of bravery.

At nine years old, he stood in front of a huge audience at a national competition and danced solo. When he didn’t win, he plastered a huge smile on his face and clapped loudest for the winner. At thirteen, he’d obscured the view of the drama his parents were watching and declared himself gay with no room for doubt and such a sense of conviction that he hadn’t even considered the rejection that may, but fortunately didn’t, follow. At sixteen, he had sex with a boy for the first time, and hadn’t so much as imagined the possibility he might not be very good at it regardless of his lack of experience.

At eighteen, he made the decision to enter the industry even though his father had warned him it would be the hardest and most exhausting thing he’d ever do, and would only get easier if he stopped. At nineteen, he sat atop a car in a gross old parking lot as the sun set, and asked Tachikawa Tetsuo if he could kiss him. At twenty-three, he presented himself to the world in split-dyed hair and his dad’s old jacket and demanded they remember who he was.

Minwoo had done a lot of brave things. He was a brave person.

Right now, he’s not being brave. He's hyperventilating in a bathroom stall, in one of the classiest restaurants he’d ever stepped foot in. He'd never felt underdressed in a suit before, but that was only about six percent of the greater issue. The greater issue was that he thought he could make this easy for himself- thought that the several shots of vodka he’d downed would have given him enough courage to face anything. He thought that he could look this man in the eye and make a demand, feel anything other than an almost crippling fear, as if he hadn’t spent the past four months of his life haunted by him, seeing him even in the man he loves.

It's not easy. In fact, it feels impossible. But Minwoo is here because it’s what he needs to do for his family. And so it’s with that in mind that he takes a deep breath and unlocks the bathroom stall. He takes a look in the mirror, adjusts his bangs, and steps back out into the restaurant, where the monster under his bed awaits.

“I was beginning to think you’d run away from me.” Says Jung Myeongjae.

For a moment, as he looks at him, the entire restaurant freezes. It’s as if the lights have cut out, spotlight on Myeongjae, Minwoo firmly in the dark where nobody can see and anything can get him. He feels his heart begin to palpitate, his palms sweat, and he hates himself for how afraid he is. He shouldn’t be. Myeongjae is an old man. He'd cut and paste at his face enough to de-age him a little, but Minwoo knows him to be somewhere in his sixties. At the end of the day, he’s just a sad old man who nobody loves, who’d lived a life in the closet and lost all chance at a genuine shot at this, at real, meaningful love or intimacy, and so now he lords his power over money-hungry record labels and gets them to send boys in their early twenties like tribute to a fearsome ancient god. Minwoo shouldn’t be scared of someone like that.

Except for the fact that Inkigayo is in Myeongjae’s network’s back pocket. One false step and Minwoo could literally lose his job. He approaches the table slow, pulls his chair out softly and sits on it with a hesitance. He thinks Myeongjae must know that he’s afraid. He regards him with a blank expression, though, betraying no emotion to Minwoo. Minwoo doesn’t know if he’s happy to be here with him or if it’s a nuisance. Seungsoo had asked a thousand questions when Minwoo asked him to find Jung Myeongjae’s phone number. It makes sense that Seobin had hid it from him; arranged for a different manager to take Minwoo to the hotel that night. Seungsoo would have probably beaten Seobin to death if he knew.

“Sorry.” Minwoo says, picking his fork up primly and rolling it around the pasta dish he’d ordered. He has no idea what he’s eating, but he doesn’t actually have much of an appetite anyway. He would have had this meeting anywhere; the restaurant was Myeongjae’s idea. Truthfully, Minwoo isn’t comfortable with him buying him a meal. He doesn’t want to owe him any more than he has to.

“That's okay.” Myeongjae says, simply, cutting into his steak. Red juices flow from the meat, and though Minwoo knows enough about food, having grown up in a restaurant, to know that it’s not really blood, it still churns his stomach. He takes a bite, and he chews wetly in a way that makes Minwoo itch. After he swallows, he says, factually, “Seobin doesn’t know you’re here.”

“No.” Minwoo confirms. “I asked my manager to find your number for me.”

“I see.” Myeongjae says. “I was very surprised to hear from you. I thought you might be trying to blackmail me.”

Minwoo looks up at him, meets his eyes and finds that Myeongjae is searching him, as if he’s looking for guilt in him. There's a lot of that, but Minwoo’s superpower is to glass his eyes over and lock everybody out. He hadn’t even considered the possibility of blackmail. He was too smart. Men like Jung Myeongjae couldn’t be defeated. There was no attack. To get what you wanted, you had to barter.

“You like me, right?” Minwoo asks. He says it seriously, but Myeongjae fixes him with an amused look that makes him feel juvenile.

Myeongjae raises his wine glass to his lips, smirking over its rim. After a sip of it, he says; “I think you’re gorgeous. And I haven't forgotten how good you feel, either.”

The words feel like a punch in the gut. Minwoo takes a gulp of his own wine, nodding, trying his best to breeze past it. He tries to ignore how Myeongjae had felt; sharp and selfish and wrong. “Right,” he says, taking particular interest in the pattern on the table cloth. “Right, well, I was wondering-”

“You’re offering yourself to me.” Myeongjae says. The phrasing makes Minwoo want to deny, vehemently so, but he supposes that that’s exactly what he’s doing. He inhales sharply through his teeth, head dropping, gaze falling to his lap. “How much do you want?”

It's as if the oxygen has become solid and it’s crushing Minwoo down, pushing him into the ground and suffocating. He'd never felt like this before. He wonders if this is how Harin feels when he has one of his moments and, if it is, then how he even bears to face the world. Minwoo has no room for pride, though, not anymore. Though it chips away at his ego, and he feels the first ever threat to his masculinity in his life, he says; “I need five hundred thousand won.”

There’s a pause. Minwoo doesn’t know why, but he can’t bring himself to look at Myeongjae. the silence ticks over, and he passes it by picking at his nails and trying to mentally will his hands to stop shaking.

“Minwoo.” Myeongjae says. Minwoo hates that. His name sounds wrong in Myeongjae’s voice. “You realise that that isn’t even a dent in what I paid your label, don’t you?”

The words prickle. He sucks in another breath, drawing his shoulders in on himself. He can’t think about that. He can’t think about Seobin collecting money from Minwoo’s body, while Minwoo’s family struggle to make ends meet. While he prepares to put himself through this all again just so he can help them.

“That's all I need.” Minwoo says. The money isn’t even for him. It's so he can pay for Minhyung's Japan trip. For his entire life, Minwoo had had all the help he needed to get the career he wanted. It wasn’t fair that Minhyung wasn’t going to get the same. A tour of some Japanese animation studios and contemporary art galleries wasn’t much, but at least it was something. At least he’d be contributing.

“I have no issue paying you more.”

“No.” Minwoo says, quickly. He doesn’t want to take more than he needs. He doesn’t want to gain anything from this. Nothing he spent the money on would bring him any joy. He would just always know. He'd know how he got it and it would destroy everything.

“I'm not really in a position where I can just take you home.” Myeongjae says. Minwoo forces himself not to wonder what that means. He doesn’t want to know. “I'm taking a trip to Jeju next month. Just me. How about this; I give you the money right now, and you accompany me?”

“A trip?” Minwoo asks. He looks up at Myeongjae, finally, and the fear must waver in his voice because Myeongjae fixes him with a complicated expression.

“It's two days. After that, I won't hold it over you. I won't contact you, I won't ask for anything more from you.”

Minwoo scratches his cheek. He can’t imagine being alone with Myeongjae for two days. Certainly not so far from Seoul. A thousand things could go wrong. Myeongjae could murder him and throw him into the ocean, just to knock the tip off of the iceberg. Minwoo doesn’t even know if he’s trying to be hyperbolic or not when he thinks that. He has no idea what Myeongjae is capable of. But coercing record labels into pimping out their artists didn’t exactly promise a strong moral code.

The idea is terrifying. Terrifying and he’d be so stupid to go along with it. It’s not as if being around Myeongjae has eased any of his anxieties. His heart still feels like it’s beating out of time, his palms are still sweating, his mouth is dry and even the thought of taking a bite of his fancy pasta dish churns his stomach. Every single instinct in his body is screaming danger, it’s telling him to run as fast as he can and never look back. He knows he shouldn’t say yes to this. He knows he can’t. But if he doesn’t, then he’s back to square one, and it’s likely that Minhyung will go without in turn. He can’t put himself before his brother again. That had been Minhyung's entire life. And that isn’t fair.

Minwoo gives his answer.

Minwoo stands in the alleyway outside the restaurant. Myeongjae is long gone, whisked away by a driver as soon as they’d finished their meal. Minwoo had refused a ride, making up a lie about Seungsoo insisting he be the one to drive him home. In reality, Seungsoo had sounded annoyed when Minwoo called him. He does feel a little bad; Sour Candy had definitely made a bad habit out of using him as their personal taxi service. But Minwoo didn’t want to endure another second with Myeongjae. On his way out, he’d placed his hand on Minwoo’s shoulder in a parting sort of way, and his skin still feels like it’s burning. He just wants to shower.

Truthfully, he has no idea how he’s supposed to stomach two days with Myeongjae. He’d already been transferred the money, and there’s a voice in his head telling him to just block his number and cut off contact, but Sour Candy promote their music on his station. It's then when he understands, with a horrible sinking feeling, that there will never be any true escape from this. Even if Myeongjae is true to his world and lets Minwoo move on as soon as the trip is over, he’s always going to know. Once a week, every promotional cycle, he’s going to stand in the monster’s den and use its stage to beg for love and validation from a crowd who would want him dead if they knew what he did.

As he waits for Seungsoo’s car, hidden away from the street, he fishes his phone out of his pocket and sends a text to Minhyung.

‘I got the money for your trip.’

He’ll be brave. For his family, he’ll be brave.

He has to be.

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