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The Au Pair Boy Part 3

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In this we have a lot of growing pains and the girls try everything they can think of to keep Eddie home.

Part 1 Part 2

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The next couple of days were spent ironing out of the kinks and setting expectations. Like when Steve scolded Janice for pulling on Joan’s braids and she yelled back that she wasn’t the boss of her.

Both girls went running to their dad.

Eddie looked down at his two little sun spots. “I don’t know why you’re coming to me about this, if Steve saw Jannie pulling Joanie’s hair, then he had every right to call it out. Just like Chrissy, just your uncles. He is in charge while I’m gone, so you better get used to his authority. Both of you girls go sit on your time out chairs for five minutes.”

Both girls gasped in shock, but after an intense showdown, they did as they were told.

“Thanks for that,” Steve said with a huff. “There’s always a little bit of give and take for first couple of weeks, and you laying down the law will really help that.”

Eddie smiled up at him. “It’s just been a tough year for them both. They’re old enough to remember Ethan, but young enough that it’s all the good and none of the bad. So they don’t understand why he left. I’ve been talking to a couple of therapists that think once they’re a little older, they want to start seeing both girls.”

“Nothing quite as traumatic as abandonment issues from an early age,” Steve said with a nod.

Eddie huffed out a laugh. “Sounds like you’re talking from experience.”

Steve sat down on the sofa with a sigh. “Unfortunately, yes. Only my parents did just enough to make sure I wasn’t taken away from them. Making sure their trips would only last long enough that it would be considered child abandonment and endangerment. Sending me gifts for my birthday and Christmas, but not being there.” He ran his fingers through his hair.

“Then as I got into high school, sending me money for groceries and gas. As well as a hefty allowance to make sure that I wouldn’t talk. ‘Let’ me throw lavish parties and then ground me when they found out. Only they would pack up and leave, knowing I’d ignore the grounding because they were gone. Just a bunch of stupid shit like that.”

Eddie’s expression softened. “In the Hall of Fame of shitty parents, that’s really up there, man.”

Steve let out a huff of bitter laughter. “I got the last laugh though. The second I turned eighteen and finished school, I told them I was running away with my best friend and joining the circus. Then I told them I was bisexual and never looked back.”

“So how was the circus?” Eddie asked with a grin.

“Not as fun as you’d expect,” Steve conceded. “Robin and I didn’t have anything like skills to be a performer, and wasn’t experienced in running the booths and rides, so we were part of the put up and take down crew.”

“So how did the nanny thing come about?” Eddie asked, crossing his legs and leaning his elbow on the arm of the chair.

“I used to babysit these kids when I was younger,” Steve said, putting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together, “and when the one’s dad died and left a hefty life insurance to his mom. She suddenly was overwhelmed and hired me to nanny for her.”

Eddie thought back to the resumé the agency had sent over. “Mrs. Henderson, right?”

“That’s the one,” Steve leaned back on the sofa. “Dustin was a good kid. Too smart and arrogant for his own good.”

“Then of course, Mrs. Henderson recommended me to her friends,” Steve said. “One of them said they would only hire me through an agency. My ex-girlfriend happened to work at a nanny agency while she was going to school and offered to put in a good word for me.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows. “That was nice of an ex. I don’t know if I have any exes that would do the same for me.”

Steve just shrugged. “We didn’t exactly part on the best of terms either, but I used to babysit her younger siblings and knew how good I was. Nancy Wheeler is nothing but logical. She knew I would be good at it.”

“I spoke to a Nancy earlier,” Eddie said thoughtfully. “She really went to bat for you.”

“That’s Nance for ya,” Steve huffed. “Tenacious to a fault. This is her last semester at college and then she’s going to go to Emerson to get her journalism degree. She wanted to get her generals out of the way so she wasn’t paying out the ass for them.”

Eddie smiled. “Looks like I really lucked out then.”

“I guess you did,” Steve said softly. “I did too. Having you here these last couple of days have really helped out. They are still going to have the worst meltdowns during that first week you’re gone, but knowing you’ve already set the boundary they’ll only butt against it instead crossing it.”

Eddie smirked. “They’ve chased off nannies before. It’s why I have a very specific list of do’s and don’t’s with anyone I hire.”

“Oh I don’t doubt it,” Steve chuckled. “Normally, I’d put them to bed, but because it’s your last night with them, I’d suggest you do it.”

“Of course,” Eddie said softly. “Thank you for taking good care of them, Steve. I’m really grateful to be leaving them in such capable hands. I don’t want to go on this tour, not really. But I need a break. I love my girls, but with Ethan leaving it feels like he took away my right to chose how to live my life.”

Steve got up and moved to the desk and sat down on it half way. “But at least you have the money and the wherewithal to make sure they are taken care of. Every parent needs a break once in awhile. You’ll go out there make your fans happy and then when you come back, you’ll appreciate them all the more for leaving.”

Eddie looked up at him, then his eyes fluttered shut. He pursed his lips together and leaned his head back. He opened his eyes to look at him again. “You don’t think I’m being a bad parent?”

“It does you no good to burn yourself out,” Steve soothed. “It would do them more harm if you burned out and couldn’t take care of them anymore.”

“I love them so much,” Eddie said, his lower lip quivering. “But not having any help except Chrissy occasionally made it hard.” Tears trickled down his cheeks.

Steve pulled out a tissue and handed it to him. Eddie let out a watery chuckle. “You didn’t have anyone close that could help you?”

Eddie wiped his eyes and shook his head. “My former bandmates kinda scattered all over the globe. Gareth in Wales where his family is from, Jeff in New York, and Brian in LA. My uncle, Wayne broke his leg just after Ethan left and he’s just barely moving around without a cane. I couldn’t make him watch two rambunctious four year olds.”

He let out a shuddering breath and then another. “A lot of the nannies we had kept trying to be their mother. One was even caught trying to teach Joanie to call her Mama.”

“That’s rough,” Steve murmured. “But I’m here to help you. I’m not going to try and replace you as their dad. Or even Ethan, really. I’m just an extra person you can rely on.”

“You don’t mind setting up the household staff do you?” Eddie asked, his voice still rough from the crying. He blew his nose and then threw the tissue away in a nearby garbage. “It’s just that I want people that will work well with you and not try to fight you on every little thing.”

Steve shook his head. “No I get it. Plus getting help for a place as big as this one, I’d need the help otherwise I’d wear myself out before you got home.”

Eddie chuckled. “Do you like the house? Some of the other nannies thought it was creepy.”

“Mr. Muns–” Steve began but Eddie cut him off.

“Call me Eddie,” he said softly. “Mr. Munson makes me feel old and I’m not ready for that yet.”

“All right, Eddie,” Steve murmured back, “I think it’s spooky in a fun way. It’s not creepy. It’s beautifully decorated. I’ve seen creepy. Like tiger and elephant heads mounted on the walls with fully stuffed birds and in one horrifying case a Tasmanian wolf.”

“Aren’t those extinct?” Eddie asked with a grimace.

“Oh yeah,” Steve said, moving to sit on on the desk all the way, to put some distance between them. Before he did something stupid like kiss his boss. “I made sure to report his taxidermy to the Feds on the way out.”

“Brutal.”

“Dude was creep and his wife wasn’t much better,” Steve said with a shrug. “I felt sorry for their kids. They didn’t deserve having parents like those.”

“What made you leave?” Eddie asked, honestly curious on how Steve could have gone through so many clients considering he didn’t seem very old.

Steve kicked his feet a little, careful not to kick Eddie. “They aged out of needing one. They were already pre-teens when I got hired. They basically only needed someone to pick them up from school and make them dinner before their parents came home.”

“How long were you with them?” Eddie asked, more to keep Steve there then any real curiosity he had. Yeah, he had been curious about what made him leave, but this was blatant flirting at this point.

Steve laughed. “What’s this, more interview?” he teased. “No, in all seriousness, it was about a year. Most of my clients only need me temporarily anyway. I’m pretty sure that for at least three of them, their friends or family got to them about me being a guy, because they hired a female nanny soon after.”

“That’s bullshit,” Eddie huffed. “I’m sorry that they kept doing that to you. If anyone says anything to you, send them my direction. I’ll set them straight.”

“Thanks,” Steve murmured. He checked his watch. “It’s about time for me to make dinner.”

Eddie nodded and watched him leave. Once Steve had closed the door to his office behind him, Eddie put his head in his hands. It was so hard to keep his hands to himself when Steve was that close.

He just hoped that the three months he was going to be gone would be enough to put out the fire in his gut for his new nanny for fuck’s sake. He needed to get laid, Jesus fucking Christ!

The rest of the night passed with relative ease. Steve made meatloaf and garlic mashed potatoes with corn on the side.

Night time went well, too. Both girls drifting off to sleep quickly.

Morning, though? That was what was fraught with difficulties and tantrums.

Joan refused to get dressed, flopping on the floor and sobbing uncontrollably. Janice dumped her cereal on the floor, kicking and screaming like a toddler. Joan threw herself at the door while Janice tried to hide Eddie’s shoes.

Eddie stared Janice right in the eye as he pulled out another pair of shoes out of his carry-on. And then another out of his suitcase. He put the shoes back in the suitcase, but pulled on the shoes from his carry-on. All while Janice stood there with her jaw on the floor.

Steve pulled Joan away from the door so Eddie could open it and both girls started crying. Eddie hugged and kissed each girl goodbye.

Steve picked up both girls and held them up to the window so they could wave goodbye as Eddie drove off.

He set them down and they both flopped on the floor like ragdolls. He let them lay there for awhile, even taking advantage of Joan not moving to get her dressed. He put his hands on his hips it was going to be a long week. A very long week.

~

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[morganbritton132]

I absolutely love every time other people find something out about Steve and are just like ???

I wonder if any of his student’s parents are fans of Eddie’s but have no idea their kid’s teacher is married to him (perhaps finding out at career day 👀)

I love the thought of some rock n roll dad (aka: the guy in the minivan blaring Rage Against the Machine during morning drop off (aka: aka: my dad)) meeting his kid’s teacher during open house and seeing a picture on his desk of him and guitar legend, Eddie Munson.

Steve’s in the middle of explaining the curriculum for the year when Rock N Roll Dad points to a picture of him and Eddie backstage at the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame last year when Eddie presented like, “You like that guy?”

Steve looks from Rock N Roll Dad to the picture and then back, “Yeah, you could say that.”

Then he goes back to talking about what they should expect in terms of homework and that was that until parent/teacher conferences.

The first thing Rock N Roll Dad clocks in the new picture on Steve’s desk. It replaced the Eddie Munson one with a new one of the two of them in the parking lot after a local show. Steve’s got his arm thrown around Eddie’s neck, both of them smiling wide, and Gareth is in the background giving them bunny ears.

Rock N Roll Dad points to the framed picture like, “Pretty cool to have met ‘em.”  

“Yeah,” Steve nods. “It’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”

Rock N Roll Dad is not gay himself but he is not one of those ultra straight Corroded Coffin fans that liked to pretend that half the band isn’t queer. He was actually watching the MTV Music Awards show that Eddie publicly came out at by declaring his love for some guy named Steve, and actually.

Rock N Roll Dad thought it made a lot of sense that Eddie Munson was gay because well. A lot of his songs were… phallic.

So, he knows.

He knows that Eddie Munson is gay and that he’s married to some guy whose name isn’t even listed on his Wikipedia page, and he knows that he lives in Chicago, but what he doesn’t know is why he never put two and two together and got Steve Harrington.

There’s a different picture of Eddie Munson on Mr. Harrington’s desk when Rock N Roll Dad goes to talk to him after his kid gets detention for being a little shithead. There is framed original concept art for CC’s first album on the wall behind Steve when Rock N Roll Dad checks in on his kid during a zoom study session.

Hell, Rock N Roll Dad follows Eddie on Tiktok.

He has seen the ass shots that Eddie has posted of his husband in his running shorts, and he did think, yeah, that’s a great ass. He didn’t know he was thinking that about his kid’s math teacher!!

It’s not even Career Day when he discovers it. It’s the day before when they can set up their booths in the gym because Rock N Roll Dad may be a heavy metal fan always, but he’s also an accountant from 8:30 to 4:30 Monday thru Friday.

 He’s struggling to keep his poster board up when in walks guitar legend, Eddie Munson. He’s carrying a box, following behind a guy carrying an iguana.

Rock N Roll Dad abandons everything and walks over to the booth across the way. He can hear the two bickering with each other but before he can say anything, Steve Harrington is there and he is distressed, “Why do you have that?!”

“Her name is Leia, Steve,” Dustin says, “and she has separation anxiety.”

Steve opens his mouth like he wants to complain but doesn’t even know where to begin so he just accepts it, “Is she going to eat somebody?”

“That happened one time!”

Eddie Munson, infamous guitarist that lived on Rock N Roll Dad’s walls as a teenager, uses the opportunity to slide up next to Mr. Harrington and wrap an arm around him. He kisses his cheek, “Baby, we’re here to help.”

“You’re here to guilt me into letting you be a part of Career Day.”

“I can multitask, babe,” Eddie grinned, still so close to Steve that his smile touches his cheek. Steve just sags against him and Rock N Roll Dad thinks, oh. He thinks, oh, shit.

“You have a fan,” Steve mumbles, pulling away a little. It takes Rock N Roll Dad a second to realize that they’re talking about him and then he thinks, fuck.

“Hey – Hi. Uh.” He stops, thinks about lying and saying he needs tape or something, but settles on, “I didn’t know my kid’s teacher married you.”

“Technically, I married him.”

“Technically, I married both of you,” Dustin pointed out. “I officiated the wedding.”

“Ah,” Rock N Roll Dad says because what else is there to say. “Big fan.”

“Yeah, I can tell.”

[skylarksilver]

Hall of Fame (In my Home)

After finishing Cloudcalling, I had some thoughts.

In the universe where Leona likes Yuu and wants to keep them around. Be is romantically or plaronically, both work because he would be underhanded and possessive of his significant other and his friends. But the sneaky lion doesn't talk about that, he just focuses on obstacles that would prevent Yuu from living close by. He's had a plan in the works for a while to keep the prefect close.

But now, Leona has to take care of the obstacle of his own making. The title of Sunset Warrior is a big deal in his homeland. So the names of the participants and winners are probably recorded in a Hall of Fame somewhere. This means the prefects name is put down as a winner of the Bead Brawl. Neji covered for him in the moment. But Leona won't leave it to chance that someone will recognize the prefects name, see them in person, see how they move and realize that it was almost certainly not them who won the Bead Brawl. No, Yuu has to learn enough to act the part should it become necessary.

That's Leona's excuse to spend lots of time with them and he's running with it. He sets aside time to teach them how to fight in the Bead Brawl and persuades Yuu to join him for some one on one coaching. They had looked like they wanted to participate but had allowed his team to remain focused. He prepares to review the rules, but Yuu just grins.

"It's like flag football meets tag. I can play that. Let's do this!"

Leona's ready to write this off as overconfidence. But after several minutes of him trying and failing to get the beaded ribbons that they are using in place of beads, the lion beastman is honestly surprised. Yuu's past experience is formidable, and they honestly seem like they are having the time of their life dodging around him. It's not that they are faster than he is. They just judge his reach, speed, and their own position so well that cornering them is no easy task. And they are very good at deflecting his attempts to grab their agreed upon flag. His hunting instincts are on fire and he is having a fantastic time chasing his herbivore around their makeshift ring. And if there's trash talking? Game on. He's already planning the next session.

He does manage to snatch their beads and stop the training round, but it takes considerably more time and effort than he anticipated. In all honesty, it wouldn't take nearly as long as he expected to get the prefect to such a level where it could be reasonable for them to genuinely have won the Bead Brawl final.

Not that he let's the prefect know that. Nope, he goes straight into breaking down their performance and where they can improve. He's gonna milk as much time out of this as he can. It's time when Yuu's attention is on him and him alone. And his herbivore is both popular with their friends and extremely busy. He's a master long-term strategist, and his plan to coax Yuu to settle in the Sunset Savanna is gonna take years to play out. Especially since he needs them to think it is all their idea and not because he wants them close. But Leona can bide his time with the best of them, especially with such a prize as his herbivore on the line.

[basu-shokikita]

Happy Birthday Dethday, Toki!

I've been busy this week so I tried to whip out something real quick for the best boy's birthday! 🎂🌈

Happy Birthday Toki, you make my world a better place 🩷

Birthdays weren’t exactly celebrated in the Wartooth household, so Toki didn’t know they were supposed to be important. He never received a cake for it, or even a congratulations from his parents. He didn’t have friends, either, so it’s not like someone else could’ve celebrated for him.

Birthdays were just another regular day as far as he was concerned, and that’s exactly why he had no idea when his was. So, when Charles asked him, a few days after joining Dethklok, he panicked and went with the first date he could come up with. September 1st.

Later on, he realized that he had seen that date on a movie displayed on the big TV screens displayed by an old store, right across the alley Toki used to sleep in. The children were happily going back to school to reunite with their friends. It was September 1st.

He couldn’t imagine it being that important, so he quickly forgot he ever gave that information. Nor did he think it would be relevant in the future.

…

“Toki! Hey, Toki!” Someone shook him violently. “Toki, wake up!”

“Mmh?” Toki turned around in a daze. “Pickle?”

“We’re late, Toki!” Pickles said, seemingly stressed. “Get up already!”

“L-Late?” Toki sat up and grabbed his pants. “Lates for whats?”

“The…The show!” Pickles urged him with his hands. 

Toki glanced at the clock in his room. “But it’s-”

“Just huhrry up!” The drummer dashed to the hall and out of Toki’s sight. 

“Wait, Pickle!” Toki put on the nearest t-shirt he found and followed him.

The apartment seemed near empty, which was weird because it wasn’t even 10 am. Because of their growing fame, they had moved to a new place in LA. It was more spacious than the Florida apartment and now everyone had their own rooms, but still you could hear what everyone was up to. Which made this silence even more ominous.

“Pickle?!” Toki called him, to no avail. Suddenly, he heard a scream coming from the living room. Freaked out, he ran towards the voice, hoping nothing bad had happened to Pickles.

When he walked into the living room, the words ‘Your time is up’ were written in thick, black letters on the wall. Whoever had written that, was still in the house because the ink seemed fresh. Horrified, Toki looked down to see Pickles’ body lying next to the message.

“Pickle!” He screamed and bent down to hold his bandmate. He seemed unconscious, was he even breathing? “Oh, no, Pickle…” Toki sobbed quietly. 

He didn’t have time to grieve, because a couple of footsteps behind him chilled his blood. The subsequent creaking on the floor confirmed it, there was someone else in the room. And he was fastly approaching him. Toki felt his breath hitch and his heart about to burst out of his chest.

Slowly, he turned around but before seeing the face of the assailant he was splashed with a thick liquid. He screamed and closed his eyes as he awaited for the substance to melt his skin or something equally deadly. When a few seconds went by and he felt no pain, he opened his eyes. 

“Huh?” He cautiously touched his face in fear and stared at his hands stained with red gooeyness. “Whats the-” 

“Happy Birthday!” Several voices went off at once, prompting him to look up. 

Murderface was right beside him, holding the empty bucket in his hands with a smile. Nathan, Skwisgaar by the table a handful of feet away, clapping in delight. Even Pickles, held between his arms, was cheering too. 

Toki felt close to fainting.  “What ams…what ams goings on?”

“Its yous borfdays, dildos.” Skwisgaar said, with a smile. “Remembers?”

Like a hazy dream, Toki remembered giving the information to Charles. Right, so today was September 1st. Still, it didn’t explain this demented display. He looked at his completely ruined shirt, entirely lost. 

“It’sch pig blood.” Murderface helpfully informed, with a grin. “Pretty brutal, right?” 

Toki was bewildered. Blood? He splashed him with fucking blood?

“Dude, look at his face.” Nathan commented, told Skwisgaar. “He totally didn’t see it coming.”

“Tolds you, he wouldn’ts eggspekts dis.” Skwisgaar snickered back.

“Oh, yeah, Pickles, the pretending-to-be-dead bit was a really good touch.” Nathan said.

“Nuh, that was forreal.” Pickles pointed at the bottle by his feet. “I tripped. Behd.” 

“Oh.” 

Groaning, Pickles got up, leaving the speechless Toki crouched on the floor. “Come ahn, Toki.” He offered him his hand. 

Toki grabbed it and Pickles pulled him on his feet. It happened kinda fast, though, so it left Toki feeling kind of dizzy.

“Check out the cake we made.” Pickles said.

“Yeah, it’s pretty fucking brutal.” Nathan agreed and Toki followed his stare.

There was a big black and white cake on the table, with a deformed thing on top that seemed to be his old Flying V. Red stripes decorated the sides and Toki assumed they were supposed to be blood. 

“I deskigneds its.” Skwisgaar said with his chest puffed up. “You ams welkomes.”

“Tis ams for mes?” Toki pointed at himself. 

“Well, ye!” Pickles patted him in the back, joyful. “Its yer birthdei, dood!”

“We schtill get to eat schome, though.” Murderface added, appearing on his other side.

“Wowee…” Toki was overwhelmed. “I…Is never…”

“Had such a brutal birthday celebration?” Nathan completed his sentence.

More like, never had anyone celebrating his birthday. He nodded with a smile. “Ja.”

“Obviouslies.” Skwisgaar said, putting a black cone with sloppily drawn skulls on Toki’s head. “Happies birthdays, eh, Toki?” He patted him on the shoulders. 

Toki looked down, unable to process all the attention given to him on a day that, until moments ago, was just like any other for him. He really didn’t want to cry, because that wasn’t brutal, and he didn’t want them to see his flushed cheeks either, because that was embarrassing. “Thanks you…” He muttered, unable to meet their eyes.

There was a short-lived silence, because the others weren’t any more able to deal with emotional stuff either, until Pickles shouted. “Alright, get the alcohooool!”

While the rest dashed to the kitchen to get drinks, Toki wiped his eyes surreptitiously. Honestly, it’s not like they’d notice if he cried with all the blood he had on his face. He looked at his cake again and noticed the date written under the guitar.

Guess his birthday really was on September 1st.

[animatorweirdo]

Soundless

Your father discouraged you from seeking the elf, but since you were desperate to have your locket fixed -- you decided to let his words go soundless in your ears. Turns out, the ill-famed Feanor wasn't so bad after all.

[] = Sign language

Warnings: mentions of a dead mother, hearing loss, rumors, Feanor's reputation, softness, and Feanor not being bad after all.

(Note: I decided to take a softer turn for this guy,)

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Your life has not been an easy one. Despite being born into nobility as the child of a Telerin lord, you faced your share of hardships from a young age. Your mother passed away shortly after your birth, and then you lost your hearing to a strange illness.

Growing up without the ability to hear the sounds of nature or music was incredibly challenging. Many people looked at you with pity, and some even speculated that you were cursed, given the unfortunate circumstances surrounding both your mother's death and your hearing loss. This placed a heavy burden on your father, who was left to care for you alone.

You two shared a great bond, and he had been genuinely a good father to you, helping you adapt to your disability and trying to make sure you were happy. However, you knew how tired he was and how he held a look of longing in his eyes. He was most likely still waiting for your mother to return from the halls of Mandos. 

Your mother had been born with a weak body thus the childbirth took a severe toll on her and her spirit. The Valar and the Maiar assured that she would heal over time, but it would take a long time. There was a high chance she would return when you had already grown into your teens. 

Your father was deeply saddened by the news and carried a heavy burden of guilt, believing that he was responsible for your mother being stuck in a state of recovery. Despite any rumors or beliefs held by others, he never allowed you to bear the blame. Instead, he shielded you from such notions, ensuring that you understood it was not your fault and that you were not to blame for your mother's passing.

You didn't want your father to blame himself, so you always strived to be on your best behavior and do things that would make him happy. You also wanted to prove to him that he didn’t always need to worry about you and that you could handle yourself, even if you were deaf. That was one of the reasons why you were determined to learn how to read people’s lips and make communication easier for yourself.

One of the only things you had from your mother was a silver locket.

Your father allowed you to keep it, and you held on to it ever since. Unfortunately, the lock had gotten stuck, thus making you unable to open it. 

Your father didn’t know what the locket held inside, so you pleaded with him to have someone fix it. However, since the locket was an older design from the First Age, none of the craftsmen knew how to repair it. They all advised you to dismantle the locket and salvage whatever was inside, but you were unwilling to do so. You were fond of the locket itself and didn't want to risk damaging whatever precious contents it held.

You began to lose hope when there were no more craftsmen to turn to, and even your father seemed less eager to save the locket. He eventually told you to simply keep the locket as a memory, assuring you that knowing what was inside was not important.

You valued your father's advice, but you also couldn't shake the desire to know what was inside the locket. Perhaps it contained a picture of your mother, since you had so few of them in the house, or maybe it held a cherished item she kept as a memory.

You then heard about an elf who was rumored to be one of the best craftsmen known in history: Feanor, King Finarfin’s older brother and the eldest of Finwe’s children. You heard that he had done troubling things in the past and nowadays lived in seclusion with his sons, rarely attending social events. Despite his reclusive nature, his reputation as a skilled craftsman persisted.

You felt hope for your mother’s locket, but when you asked your father if you two could meet him, he suddenly became angry and refused. You were startled as you had never seen him so angry before. 

Your father apologized for snapping at you and then explained that Feanor was not someone who should even be spoken about. Despite the passing of many years, the wounds he had inflicted were still fresh in the hearts of many. He was not to be trusted, so it's only for the best that you forget the whole thing.

Normally, you would have listened to your father, but your stubbornness to have your locket fixed strived you forward. 

During a celebration event with most noble houses and the city attending, you sneaked away from your father’s side and made your way to the workshop where you heard Feanor usually occupied alone with his gadgets. 

You had visited many workshops while trying to get your locket fixed, so you had a good idea of what to look for. It didn’t take long for you to find the place and walk inside. The workshop was empty, as most of the people were attending the celebration. Although it was a bit eerie to be alone, you pressed on until you found a door with light emanating from the room beyond.

You quietly peered inside and observed a dark-haired elf seated beside a table, engrossed in some task beneath the flickering candlelight. For a moment, you were awestruck, realizing that this was the famed Feanor, the elf who had allegedly committed terrible deeds.

With cautious steps, you entered the room, mindful not to startle the elf, and pondered how to approach him without alarming him. Unbeknownst to you, the door behind you closed shut, causing the elf to startle and snap his head towards you.

You were frozen in your place when you locked your eyes with Feanor. His features were sharp and he frowned when he saw you. For a moment, he looked a bit terrifying. 

“Child? What are you doing here alone? Where are your parents?” Feanor questioned, but you awkwardly remained quiet as you only managed to catch ‘here’ and ‘parents’ from his lips. Your lip reading skills weren’t the sharpest despite you having been trying to improve them. 

You took a deep breath and then tried to explain in sign language why you were there and that you had hoped he could take a look at your locket and perhaps know how to fix it since no one else knew how to. 

Feanor gazed intently at you as you signed, and then there was an awkward pause. You weren't sure if he understood sign language, and you mildly regretted not bringing a piece of paper and a pencil, which would have made explaining much easier.

Feanor’s eyes then softened, and to your surprise, he motioned his hand in sign language. 

“[Come here…]” he said. 

You then walked up to him and handed him your locket. 

He inspected it carefully, taking in the design and the lock. After he tested it and tried to open it, he then laid it down on the table. He grabbed one of the vials and what seemed to be a small tool. You looked at him curiously as he started doing something. 

He then glanced at you. 

“[Take a seat. This might take a while…]” He signed. 

You nodded and quietly sat on the opposite side of the table, watching as he gently poured drops on the lock. 

“[What is that?] you curiously asked. 

“[A type of acid. It can remove the rust that had locked the locket from the inside,]” he explained. 

“[Wait! So you can really fix it without having to break it?!]” you asked excitedly.

“[Of course I can. I do need to take the lock apart to clean the excess rust from the inside,]” Feanor explained while dropping drops on the locket. 

“[How do you know sign language?]” you asked. 

“[I was the one who first developed it,]” he answered, making your eyes widen. 

“[Did you or anyone in your family have hearing problems too? ]” you asked. 

“[No. I just wanted a way to bad mouth my half-brother without him understanding anything. I was a bit of a drama seeker,]” he explained, making you giggle. 

“[Then it was adopted by those who were unable to speak or hear words,]” he added.

“[How long have you been unable to hear words or sounds?]” he asked while cleaning your locket’s lock. 

“[My whole life. I lost my hearing somewhere in my birth,]” you answered.

“[Do you want to talk about it?]” Feanor asked, and you became excited. No one else besides your father has spoken to you in sign language this long. 

You then talked about your life. How your mother died during your birth, and how your father had taken care of you your whole life. You also talked about how your father seems to be blaming himself for your mother’s death and how you hated when others would look at you with pity and think you had been cursed. 

Feanor listened attentively while fixing your locket. 

After half an hour of talking and watching him work, you took a break, but then you saw how the elf in front of you placed all the parts back in the locket and opened it. 

You looked at him eagerly as he closed it and then opened it, making sure the lock worked properly before handing the locket back to you.

You grabbed the locket and took a look at what was inside. It was a small picture of your mother and father. They looked happy together, and there was also a small gem inside. It was most likely the gem your father gave your mother as a gift, and she had kept it inside the locket for safekeeping and carried it with her. You felt immeasurable joy looking at the picture and holding the gem. 

Your father would be so happy when you showed these to him. 

Feanor then caught your attention by tapping the table in front of you. 

“[The locket should work fine for now, but make sure to take care of it and not leave it somewhere where it could rust again, ]” Feanor explained. 

“[I will. Thank you,]” you signed. 

“[Now come on. I take you back to the entrance. You shouldn’t be here,]” he said, then stood up. 

You followed the elf out of the workshop, and you two then stood on the empty street while the celebration was still going in the distance. 

“[Do you need me to escort you back there?]” Feanor asked. 

“[No. My father is pretty easy to find, and I don’t think he even noticed that I’m gone. I’m pretty quiet after all, ]” you answered. 

“[Very well, and by the way,]” he said, making you look at him curiously. 

“[Your mother’s passing was not your fault. No matter how tragic it was, you are not at fault,]” he explained. 

You looked down for a moment. 

“[But others think differently,]” you said. 

“[There will always be people who will judge you for what you don’t have. Don’t let their words get to you. Otherwise, your life will become difficult and harder to enjoy,]” he signed.

 “[And remember, hearless or not, your mother would have loved you]” he added. 

The thought made you smile. Your mother had a weak body, but it didn’t mean she did not want you. Your father and the rest of the relatives always explained how she was excited to have you. 

She might be in Mandos, but she was going to return one day. 

“[I won’t. Thank you, Mr. Feanor,]” you said, and he softly smiled. 

“[Now get along now. Your father will notice your disappearance soon enough,]” he said. 

You then suddenly hugged his legs, making him look at you surprised. He then patted your head as you freed him and began making your way back to the party. You waved at him, and he waved in return till he saw you disappear into the crowds. 

Feanor returned to his workshop, feeling pleasant over the encounter. 

[gaysindistress]

Limits of a Fae Heart - two

Pairings: Azriel x reader

Summary: part two for this.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: mentions of past abuse but no detailed descriptions gaysindistress masterlist one | three | four | five | six

“Impossible?” I hiss at the High Lord of the Night Court. “Tell me how this seems impossible when your own mate was Made as well as her sisters. Tell me how it’s inconceivable when I was stuck forever living and dying.”

He says nothing, only staring down at me with those violet eyes. I sarcastically chuckle.

“Since you drug me here and will be forcing me to stay as it seems, I would like to retire to a room now,” I snap at Rhys and he nods. He goes to place a hand on my upper back and the shadows are quick to rip it away. Rhys sighs but keeps his hand at his side and settles for just pointing to the hallway for me to follow.

He wordlessly leads me up the stairs and down a dark hallway. All the while I feel the blazing stare of the Shadowsinger on my back.

Rhys stops a door at the every end of the hall and gives it a light shove to reveal a bedroom that is cozier than I expected. Dark wood planks cover the expanse of the floor and an equally dark green shade covers the walls. Upon closer inspection, I see that there are trees of varying greens painted all around the room. Surrounded by a forest that feels like home but so foreign, my soul yearns for something I can’t give it.

“This will be your room,” Rhys explains as he walks further in and candles ignite as he passes by them, bringing with them light. “There is a bathing room here,” he explains while pointing a doorway off to his left and then points one to his right, “and there is a wardrobe. If you need anything, my wife’s and my room is to the left of the stairs, Cassian and his mate are on the right, and Mor’s are next door. Kitchen is downstairs and past the living room. I’m sure Mor will come bother you at some point but I’ll try to keep her away as best as I can. Is there anything I can get for you before I leave you for the night?”

It’s not lost on me that he didn’t mention where Azriel’s room is and he knows it too. He shifts his weight ever so slightly under my unwavering stare.

The words spill out of his perfect lips much to his surprise, “He’s across the hall but I can have him stay somewhere else for the night.”

Happy with his confession, I turn away to take in the rest of the room. “No, this is his home after all. Warn him that I will not hesitate if he comes near me.”

I don’t have to elaborate, Rhys understands my meaning. I can feel him grappling with why he told me that so I answer for him so he’ll leave.

“I take it you didn’t think my famed ‘sociability’ was more than a good personality?”

“I’d heard rumors of people telling you their darkest secrets without prompting but I figured it was because of who your mate was.”

I stopped trailing my hand over the cream knitted blanket on the simple wooden framed bed.

“And who was he? What name do they give him now?”

“He’s the King of Hybern now.”

“Of course he is,” I snort and continue my inspection of the blanket. “You may leave now.”

He’s gone in an instant and silence surrounds me. Glancing over my shoulder, I see the bathroom and debate whether or not I want to truly see my current state. I’m sure I look like a complete disaster but I’m not sure Im ready to face my reflection.

A sharp pain hurts through my back and the heat of my body disappears as fear takes over me. I can hear my heartbeat pound in my ears as my breathing starts to become labored. Already weak from death, my knees buckle and I stumble forward, desperately searching for something to grip onto. I find nothing as the pain in my back becomes a searing sensation that is only amplified as my knees and hands catch on the floor. They tear into the soft skin and cause blood to leak from the cuts. The candles are blurred around me, and the silence surrounding me becomes suffocating. Water starts to envelop me from within as my breathing picks up pace even more, making it harder to swim to the surface of my emotions. Pain continues to spread from the torn skin and my back when I hear an awful tearing noise. I let out a sob as I feel the skin of my back break open and something tears itself free.

Blood drips onto the pristine wooden floors around me and there is a heavy weight at my back now but I can’t move. I don’t dare to move. I stay with my hands and knees firmly planted on the floor as sobs rack over my body.

I don’t know how long I stay on the floor but no one comes no matter how loud I scream at the agony in my back. Shadows, the persistent bastards, flood underneath the door and rush to me. I bat them away, unwilling to accept their help. They refuse to listen to me and hover with nervous energy as I crawl to the bathroom. I wince and bite back more sobs as the things that tore themselves free drag on the floor. They catch and hit furniture, ripping at them as I slowly make my way to the massive sunken bathtub. I don’t bother to pull off my clothes and instead just allow myself to fall right into the warm waters that are already waiting for me. I hiss at the feeling of warm water on my skin but it eases the ache in my body enough that I don’t wish for death.

Floating in the water beside me are membranous wings.

Ones similar to those of Cassian and Azriel. I snap my eyes shut and push myself further under the water. A deep dread sets in as I start to accept that this isn’t another nightmare created by my shattered mind.

I’ve been resurrected.

My former mate is now a king while the one I seemingly gained is a Shadowsinger and his pets are frantically tending to me.

What a shit show my life has become.

Waves of cedar, freezing mist, and olive filter through the room as my eyes flutter open. Sweat pools at the hollow of my throat and causes my skin to stick to the sheets beneath me. I brush back strands of hair that are plastered to my feverish forehead as I stare up at the ceiling above.

Shadows hover all around the room and I can only assume they’re standing guard outside of my door.

A shine from beside me catches my eye and I turn to see a blur of those creatures next to my hip. Cautiously, I shift and they awake at my movement to reveal a mess shiny black hair laying on top of muscular golden arms next to my hip. Unwanted comfort washes over me and my chest aches to be so close yet so far away from him.

He stirs for a moment and moves his head so he’s facing me. With his eyes still closed, I get a good at the face I already know by heart. The brave candle light that breaks through the shadows dances across the elegant planes of his face. Faint pale scars litter his skin and my fingers itch to trace them until my touch heals them. Scars cover the skin on his hands too but they are harsher, more jagged and deep than the others. Their angry deep brown color tells me that they’ve been inflicted many years ago and never healed properly. With how deep they go, I can practically feel the pain and damage they must have caused him. Something breaks inside of me to see that he’s been through so much but knowing that it’s similar to my own trauma is too much. I can’t fathom another ever coming close to going through what I did and I have to tear my eyes away from him.

Fate has been cruel to me and I suspect she will forever but this? Giving me a second mate and one who no doubt has the same nightmares that I do? That is a string even she wouldn’t think to weave herself. A part of me wonders if my first mate had anything to do with this. If he’s been able to take the crown, could he have been able to force the hand of Fate in his favor?

I scoff at the idea. That would be giving him too much credit to assume that he could do that or even would. He’d used me until I had nothing left to give and nourished me back to health only to restart the cycle. He’d whispered the most foul words a mate could hear as he bound my wings to my body after he found me. He’d forced me to be his own spy master and extract any and all information from his targets. It didn’t matter if it was important to his mission, he needed everything. When I proved to be too broken and weak to be of use to him, he’d left me for dead. He’d allowed his men to chase after me like hounds chasing a fox. He even demanded that they keep me alive so he could be the one to finish me off. It had my mate, the man the Cauldron said I was fated for, that put me on that island where I laid half alive, half dead for years. I don’t even know how long I’d been there but it doesn’t matter anyway.

Regardless of who Azriel is, I don’t want him. I can’t want him.

I can’t need him the way I thought needed the King of Hybern. I can’t allow myself to be in such a vulnerable position again even if I know Azriel would never do that same.

The two men have to be the same in my mind if I’m going to survive.

And I’ll do what I should have the first time; reject the bond and save myself.

It’s Feyre who does knocks at my door first. A woman who looks like a sharper and more intense version of her stands behind her. I quickly learn that her name is Nesta and she’s mated to the man child Cassian. She laughs and makes a side comment about how we’re going to get along when I tell her that. Feyre laughs as well but she stays quiet, probably in fear that I’ll say something less kind about her mate.

”We thought you might like company,” her gentle voice answers my unspoken question. She sits in the chair I assume Azriel was sleeping in earlier while Nesta makes herself comfortable on the bed next to me.

I go to push myself up but am stopped by the heavy weight at my back. My wings, I realize, as I push myself onto my forearms and watch as they emerge from under my hair. Feyre gasps and I quickly glance over to her to see that she’s also looking at them. She looks at me in wonderment. Nesta shares a similar look but keeps it isolated to her eyes and her face remains a facade of collected beauty.

“He…Rhys didn’t tell me you were Illyrian,” she mutters more to herself.

“Bold of you to assume that I am,” I say with a hint more edge than I intended. Her gaze flickers for a moment and Nesta chuckles under her breath.

Feyre goes to apologize but I stop her, “I was teasing. My father was Illyrian.

“And your mother?” Nesta asks and earns a stern look from her sister.

“Hybern.”

“Oh what a disgusting revelation.”

Once again Feyre tries to reign her back in while I feed into it.

“Yes it is quite unfortunate; however I don’t imagine the King would’ve taken me if I wasn’t from his land at all.”

Nesta shrugs her shoulders, “he’s a disgusted man. He probably still would have just for the fun of it.”

“Nesta!” Feyre gasps and looks to me with apologetic eyes, “I’m so sorry. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to bring her.”

“Do I look offended?” Both women look at me and scrutinize every inch of my face. “No, she’s fine and it’s…refreshing to be around someone with a sense of humor.”

I try to move again and my wings quack against my back from the pain.

“You’ll get used to them with time and practice,” Feyre tells me. There’s an underlying order in her words; don’t push yourself.

“I know you’ve only been here for a day but how is everything?”

I arch a brow at her, “define everything.”

Nesta snickers.

Cutting her off before she melts into her chair, I say, “everything is fine. Thank you for all of it.”

A gentle chill overcomes the room. One of those pesky shadows creeps in and slides over the back of Feyre’s chair. It plays with the ends of her hair before making its way to Nesta and halting by my foot. Nesta shivers and looks like she wants to bat at the shadow.

I clench my jaw and finally push myself further up so Im sitting against the wall. It’s painful and almost leaves me in a tears but I do it anyways. The shadow darts up to me but waits for me to invite it closer. The sisters are watching my every move as I reach my hand out with my palm up. It hesitates for a moment and then circles around my fingers. The shadow is cold but it’s not unpleasant. It crawls further up my wrist and to my arm. The ache in my chest feels content as this shadow traces my arm.

I let out a sigh. Warmth fills me and there is something akin to hope in the waves of comfort but it’s foolish. Hope cannot exist when the king still has his cold hand wrapped around my throat.

I swallow thickly despite the cold pressure on my neck and look to Feyre. “Why am I here?”

Nesta shoots her an uncharacteristically nervous look. Feyre sits straight up and clears her throat. “We need your help.”

“With?”

“The King. He’s planning a war and…”

I interrupt her, “let me guess; you’re running out of options and Rhys thinks that I’ll have some insight you haven’t found anywhere else.”

“And she’s smart,” Nesta pipes up and the shadows agree with her. They’ve made themselves comfortable on my shoulder and nestle against my neck.

“Well I can’t tell you anything you don’t know already. He isn’t the type to sip tea by a fire and spill his darkest secrets. That and I’ve been dead far longer than even your High Lord has been alive. Tell me, Feyre, how did he know about me.”

I want to feel bad about using my powers on her but I don’t think she would tell me without it.

“Az was the one who told him. I…I don’t know how he knew.”

The shadows shutter at the mention of their master and sink onto me even more. Feyre blinks in shock.

“It seems like I need to pay him a visit next.”

With that, the sisters leave. Now it’s just me with the shadows of a man who knows more about me than I would like.

[seunmong-in]

💋🌧️Kiss Me in the Rain🌧️💋

Pairing: Non! Idol Seungmin x reader Genre: Love at first sight (They did meet before but never gotten close), humor, cursing per usual, fluff, references to video games and anxiety Summary: Unable to go home due to the heavy rain outside, Seungmin is faced with being stuck at Changbin’s house until the rain clears out. But what happens when Changbin’s roommate, who Seungmin has only met once, is also home and steals Seungmin’s heart at first glance? Words: 2.9k A/N: So this may be a bit longer than I intended… but my insomnia got the best of me and my brain kept rambling with thoughts so here we are, my longest POV. I know I said this under my Felix POV but I have to say it again because I can not EXPRESS how much I am grateful and overwhelmed with joy about how many people liked my POV’s!! It truly means the world to me and it makes me strive to write more for everyone to enjoy! If you haven’t read Felix’s or Han’s story and want to, click on their name, it should send you to their stories. Later in the week I will be making a poll on which member I should write next about so stay on the lookout for that in the next couple days!! Anywho, getting on to our scheduled program now, I hope you guys enjoy Seungmin’s story!! 

P.s. Who else is going to Lolla this year and is secretly wishing Straykids play Topline or Hall of fame so they can scream their lungs out? I know I am!! 

♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆

Oh, fuck me. 

Those were words Seungmin thought when he opened the door to reveal the pouring rain outside. He regretted not listening to Jisung when he said it would rain heavily later in the afternoon as he left for Changbin's. Mentally cursing himself out, knowing he couldn't drive home as planned, Seungmin sighed as he closed the door and walked back to the living room, throwing himself on the couch. Seungmin would've gone upstairs to Bin's room to bother him, but his hyung had left a few minutes before the rain started to pick up Jeongin. Pulling out his phone, Seungmin texts Changbin, letting him know that he is staying until the rain dies down and for him to stay safe. He puts his phone away, leans over, and grabs the TV remote. There wasn't much on the TV, so Seungmin watched anime to pass the time.

"Binnie, where the fuck did you put my gaming headset- Oh shit, Hi, um… Seungmin, right?"

Completely engrossed in the anime, Seungmin suddenly jumps when the soft-spoken voice speaks, pulling him out of his trance. He turns to see Y/n, Changbin's roommate, standing at the bottom of the stairs. Seungmin's heart skipped a beat as he took in her appearance. Y/n was wearing an oversized hoodie that belonged to Changbin and biker shorts. The hoodie engulfed her petite frame, making her look delicate. Her hair was still wet from a recent shower, and the sweet fragrance of vanilla filled the air as she approached him. Seungmin couldn't help but admire her beauty, noticing her glasses slightly fogged up from the shower's steam. He found himself getting lost in her sparkling eyes and felt his heart racing. Although he had met her at Changbin's housewarming party a few months back, Y/n looked different, and Seungmin couldn't resist but admire her beauty. 

"Yeah, And you're Y/n, right." 

Y/n positions herself comfortably on the couch beside Seungmin, crossing her legs as she nods in agreement with him. Seungmin pauses the series he is watching and turns to face her fuller, a hint of shyness creeping onto his face. 

"By chance, where is my wonderful hyung? The bastard misplaced my gaming headset, and I need it to play Overwatch with a couple of my friends."

Ignoring the first part of her question, Seungmin's excitement beams through when Y/n mentions she plays his favorite game. He usually plays with Changbin and Jeongin, but it has been a while since they've played. He primarily plays alone or with Felix and Chan, though they are more severe players. 

"Wait, you play Overwatch too?"

Seungmin's voice was filled with so much excitement that Y/n couldn't help but giggle. She got up from the cozy couch and approached the stairs. She looked back at Seungmin, still sitting on the sofa, staring back at her.

"If you want, I can show you my gaming pc setup. It's not much, but it's something," she offers as she continues to walk up the stairs.

With a slight hesitation, Seungmin followed Y/n up the stairs to her room, still feeling shy around her. But as he stepped inside, his eyes widened with amazement. The room was spacious and decorated with album covers and paintings, gifts that his other hyung, Hyunjin, had given her. The LED lights wrapped around the ceiling, casting a warm, inviting orange glow that made the room feel cozy and welcoming.

Looking around more into Y/n's room, his eyes were immediately drawn to her gaming setup. It looked like a gamer's paradise with a customized PC, fantastic LED lighting system, custom gaming keyboard, and sleek wireless mouse in pink and black. Y/n's setup was impressive, nonetheless. While one of her monitors had Overwatch already launched, the other screen had a Word document open, with the title reading "Kiss me in the Rain. "But before Seungmin could see more, Y/n quickly minimized the tab, leaving him curious and intrigued. He couldn't help but wonder what that document was about.

"You write as well?"

Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she looked down, realizing she had been caught red-handed. Hot flashes crept up her cheeks as she realized that no one, not even Changbin, had ever laid eyes on her writing. It wasn't that she was embarrassed about her work, but the fact that she had always thought of writing as her own private sanctuary, where she could feel vulnerable and have no judgment. Writing was also her second safe place, her go-to whenever she had a panic attack, with Changbin being her first. When distressed, Changbin would soothe her with warm hugs and cuddles until she felt better.

Y/n settles into her gaming chair, her fingers tapping nervously on the armrest. "To be honest," she says, "writing is my go-to when I'm anxious or want to feel vulnerable for a while. There's something about putting pen to paper that just helps me calm down." Seungmin couldn't help but be intrigued by her words. Though the pair rarely spoke when he did come over to visit, it felt nice to be able to interact with her on this level. Not wanting to bombard her with more questions, he simply asked more about the story she was writing. 

"What's this story about?"

"It's about two friends trying to complete their bucket lists before the summer ends, and they have to go off to college. They devised a plan to complete each of their bucket list dreams one by one until the very last day of summer. On the last day, the FMC added one more thing to the bucket list she wanted completed before leaving: for the MMC, her newly developed crush, to kiss her in the rain while it was pouring out."

"Kinda sounds like how it is right now," both laugh as Seungmin looks out the window. The rain is still pouring hard outside, and there is no sign of stopping soon. Y/n's phone vibrates as she turns her chair to grab it off her desk. It was a message from Changbin.  

"Well, Binnie isn't coming back tonight. He says the roads are bad, so he's staying at Jeongin's. Which sucks cause I still don't have my damn headset," Y/n pouts as she puts her phone back on the desk. Without saying a word, Seungmin gets up from the beanbag chair and exits the room, only to appear minutes later, handing Y/n the headset he took from Bin's room.

"I keep a spare one in Hyung's room whenever I stay over; here use it.”

"Oh, Minnie, you didn't have to."

Minnie... Feeling his face turn red with the new nickname Y/n gave him, he continued to hold out the headset in front of her. 

"Seriously, take it. Besides, I wanna see you play. I have to see what my competition looks like."

Without backing down from Seungmin's challenge, Y/n confidently takes the headset, puts it on her head, and connects the aux to her PC. As the match starts, Seungmin is taken aback by her intense focus. He is fascinated by her gameplay, which is different from his own. Despite her unique approach to defense and combat, she continues to win match after match.

Seungmin sat back on the beanbag chair as Y/n continued her winning streak. However, he wasn't watching her play; his eyes fixed on her. He couldn't help but notice the small details of her behavior - the way she would scrunch her nose to keep her glasses from sliding down her face, the little victory dances she did when she won matches, and the lightning-quick movements of her hand when her hair fell over her eyes. He was amazed by her skill and grace, and he felt a sense of awe and admiration wash over him.

But as he watched her, Seungmin realized his feelings for Y/n were changing. A strange sensation began to stir in his stomach like a flock of butterflies had taken flight inside him. Feeling flustered and confused, Seungmin tapped Y/n on the arm and excused himself. He ran out of her room and hurried downstairs to make an urgent phone call to the only person he could think of who might help him figure out what to do next.

"Hey Min, what's up," Binnie answers, yawning mid-sentence.

"What do you do when you like someone?"

"What?"

"Changbin, I know you heard me. Answer my question," Seungmin demands. 

"It's Y/n, isn't it? See, I knew it from the first day you met her. Your eyeballs practically almost fell from your face," Changbin teased. There was nothing but silence and embarrassment as the banter continued. 

"Jesus, Bin can you shut the fuck up for a minute and help me, please," Seungmin practically begs his hyung. It was rare for Seungmin to say please, nonetheless, curse at anyone. This was serious for him. 

"Okay, okay, sorry, I'll stop," Changbin laughs. "What exactly do you like about her?"

Seungmin paused, taking a moment as he tried to collect his thoughts. Y/n is kind-hearted and gentle, with a soft-spoken voice that makes him feel safe. Her writing was outstanding, and he hung on every word she said. However, it wasn't just her mind that he was drawn to. There was something undeniably alluring about her physical presence as well. The way her hair fell in soft waves around her face and her eyes lit up when she laughed - every little detail about her seemed to captivate him.

Seungmin's heart was heavy with emotion, and he knew he couldn't keep it to himself any longer. "Hyung," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes darting around to ensure Y/n was out of earshot. "I can't help but feel drawn to her. She's like a dream come true, the perfect match for me. Changbin, I didn't expect to fall for her so quickly, and I don't know how to handle these feelings. What should I do?"

"Tell her how you feel. Knowing Y/n, she would be flattered hearing this. Oh, just to give you a confidence boost—you didn't hear it from me—but when everyone left after the housewarming, she thought you were the cutest out of all the boys." 

When Seungmin heard that, a bright smile that stretched from ear to ear was plastered on his face. It indeed gave him a boost to follow his heart. Before ending the call with Changbin, he asked for one more thing from Seungmin. 

"Just don't hurt her, Min. You both mean a lot to me and if things don't go well with you guys, I refuse to take sides. Plus, I don't want to fight you for hurting my best friend; you are too soft and cute to hit." 

"I won't, I promise."

Trying to contain his happiness, Seungmin quickly runs up the stairs. Ideas on how he could tell Y/n how he felt started going off like fireworks until he thought of the perfect one. He softly opens Y/n's door just as she stops playing OW. Instead, she had the same document open and was typing away. Feeling like she was being watched, she turned her chair around only to meet Seungmin's soft gaze. She softly smiles and asks, "Everything okay, you were gone for a while. I didn't make you nervous with my gaming skills, did I?"

Chuckling at her joke, Seungmin shakes his head as he approaches her.

"I was just telling Binnie I was staying the night since it's still raining out," Seungmin lied. Though the rain was starting to die out a bit, the roads weren't safe to drive in. Suddenly, Seungmin reaches out for Y/n's hand, pulling her out of her chair and her room. Confused with what was happening, Y/n couldn't help but question what was going through his mind as they both walked down the stairs, heading towards the house's back door. 

"Minnie, what are you doing?" Y/n asked as he let go of her hand and opened the door to reveal the rain outside. Though it wasn't as hard as at the beginning of the afternoon, it was still pouring down at a decent rate. 

"When you mentioned your story earlier and how the friends had things on their bucket list they wanted to complete, I realized that I had some of my own I have never completed. And well, playing in the rain is one of them. So I was wondering if you wanted to help me with that," Seungmin's cheeks turn bright red as he extends his hand towards her. Without a second thought, Y/n grabs his hand as the pair goes outside into the rain. 

As the chilly raindrops cascaded from the overcast sky, Y/n and Seungmin stood opposite each other in the backyard. They gazed at each other with wide grins and intertwined their hands, feeling the warmth from their palms. They began to spin slowly in a circle, their movements cautious at first, and then they picked up speed, their feet sliding on the slick grass. As Y/n lost her footing, Seungmin swiftly grasped her by the waist and pulled her toward him to prevent her from falling. Although the darkness enveloped them, Y/n's cheeks flushed a bright red at the proximity of their bodies.

"Is this okay?" Seungmin asked, trying to read her face to see if she was uncomfortable. The last thing he wanted was to make her uneasy, ruining his chances of possibly being with her. Y/n smiled as she nodded. She wrapped her arms around his neck, softly swaying. The two continued to sway slowly, staring into each other's eyes without saying a word. The moment couldn't be perfect for Seungmin as Y/n, their eyes now connected. 

"As much as I want to continue dancing in the rain, I want to tell you something. That phone call with Binnie-hyung wasn't about me staying the night, though I know he would be okay with either way. It was about you," Seungmin starts to explain. Y/n's face turns into shock, and she tries to figure out if she did anything wrong. Seungmin must've picked up on what she was thinking and started to chuckle. 

"I want you to know that you haven't done anything wrong. In fact, you have done something that I didn't think was possible. It's difficult to express myself, but I want to take a chance. Y/n, I have strong feelings for you. I understand this may seem sudden, especially since this is our first time hanging out alone. However, there is something about you that draws me towards you. There is so much more to learn about you and I want to know everything about you- your likes, dislikes, fears, and dreams. I want to be there for you in every possible way imaginable. You don't have to say anything now; I don't expect you to feel the same way as I do. I simply wanted to tell you how I feel before I get inside of my own head." 

Y/n took a moment to process everything that had been said and looked down for a moment. She started catching feelings for Seungmin too, whose shy and calming manner perfectly fit her sometimes crazy personality. Looking back into his eyes, she noticed that his now wet hair covered most of his vision, so she softly pushed it away, revealing her cheeky smile. She was going to ask him something that the FMC wanted done in her story.

"I also have a bucket list I didn't get to complete. Do you mind helping me," Y/n asked.

"Sure, what is it?"

"Kiss me in the rain."

Seungmin's heart races as he looks at the girl he confessed to. Without wasting another precious moment, he gently takes her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. He can feel the warmth of her skin against his as he pulls her closer, his other hand cupping the back of her head as he leans in for a kiss.

The rain slowly begins to let up, creating a serene backdrop for their first kiss. Seungmin's lips are soft and tender against hers. As the last few drops of rain trickle down, Seungmin finally pulls away.

He doesn't want to let go of her just yet, so he takes her hand in his, holding it tightly as they both catch their breath. Their eyes meet, as he is the first one to speak. 

"So, I assume you feel the same way then.”

"Yeah, I do. And by the way, you don't have to ask; I'm yours now, Minnie."

As soon as she responded, he couldn't help but smile, feeling a rush of warmth in his chest. He pulled her in without hesitation for another passionate kiss, their lips meeting perfectly harmoniously.

After their little moment, the couple realized they were soaked from the rain, so they decided to change into dry, clean clothes for the rest of the night. They spent most of their time playing Overwatch together, with short intermissions in between as Seungmin helped Y/n with her story. 

When morning arrived, and the roads were clear, Changbin came home and peeked into Y/n's room. He saw Seungmin sleeping beside Y/n, with his arms wrapped around her. Her head was resting comfortably on his chest. Changbin smiled and took out his phone to send a picture to the boys' group chat. He knew Seungmin might be annoyed with him later, but for now, he was happy to see his friend with his dream girl.

[annieqattheperipheral]

Mitchy read Naz's book and has a review on the back cover!

(not my hand lol)

"Nazem Kadri epitomizes the heart, grit, and skill it takes to be a leader on and off the ice. This is a story of determination and perseverance in the face of doubt. The lessons shared through Kadri's memoir, from his family's remarkable journey to his unrelenting belief in himself, are an inspiration for anyone who dares to dream." DOUG GILMOUR, MEMBER OF THE HOCKEY HALL OF FAME, AND FORMER CAPTAIN OF THE TORONTO MAPLE LEAFS

"In this book, Nazem doesn't shy away from addressing the tough topics throughout his NHL career, on and off the ice-including experiencing death threats and Islamophobia to a degree that would make many quit their jobs, or worse, fear for their lives. Nazem meets every peak and valley with thoughtful and honest reflection. Mashallah!" ARDA OCAL, ESPN BROADCASTER

"A must-read book about one of the best team players to play the game. A lion of a competitor." LOU LAMORIELLO, LONGTIME NHL AND TEAM USA EXECUTIVE

"Naz is the kind of teammate you know will always stand beside you. He's a warrior on the ice and a leader in the locker room. His memoir is one of hockey's great stories." MITCH MARNER, NHL ALL-STAR

"A fascinating look at the unique experience of not only trying to make the Toronto Maple Leafs, but doing it while navigating a sport that hasn't always welcomed ethnic minorities. It's hard not to appreciate Kadri more after going behind the scenes of some of his biggest moments and really feeling what he and his teams were going through." JUSTIN BOURNE, SPORTSNET BROADCASTER AND BESTSELLING AUTHOR OF DOWN AND BACK

"Whenever a player like Kadri comes along, the game wants him to change. Maybe it's the game that needs to change. When it does, we will have more players like him-strong mindset, strong family, strong will to win. Kadri's book shows us what we need in the game." TED NOLAN, FORMER NHL PLAYER AND COACH, AND BESTSELLING AUTHOR OF LIFE IN TWO WORLDS

You can read a preview of the first few pages here

[reysdriver]

Reminiscence | R.L.

You and Remus confess your feelings for each other at James and Lily's wedding, but it's never too late — remus x fem!reader fluff

warnings: brief alcohol consumption, some foul language

words: 1.4k

It was the night that your best friend Lily was getting married to James Potter of Marauders fame back at Hogwarts. You were proud to say that you were the maid of honour for Lily, with Alice and Marlene at your side as bridesmaids.

They had found each other at school, James had courted her for years, and they had been dating since year seven; three happy years together. Though, you couldn't say the same about yourself.

You did like someone—one of your best friends, Remus Lupin—but you didn't think he liked you back since he never made a move or showed any true interest. And you didn't want to say anything, as it had potential to ruin a great friendship.

After you and your friends graduated from Hogwarts, you decided to put your feelings for him away for good, and just accept the fact that you're only friends. It was what you thought best for everyone involved.

Although, your hope for a purge of feelings didn't seem to be working. Two years after graduating, here you both were; he was in his groomsman suit, and you were still thinking about how you want to be his.

The wedding ceremony was lovely, taking place at Hogwarts while it was empty for the summer. They got married in the courtyard, where Lily and James had their first date and the reception took place in the Great Hall, where Lily agreed to date James. 

It was almost over, with only about half of the original number of guests still hanging around. You had a half-full glass of firewhiskey as you talked with Lily, James, and Sirius. You were all reminiscing about life at Hogwarts. Even though it was just two years ago, it felt like a decade.   

"You know what?" You said with a faint gasp. "I wonder if our carvings in the bedposts are still there in our old dorms." 

"Oh Merlin, I forgot about those!" Lily giggled. 

"I want to go check! I know if I don't it'll be on my mind forever, I'll be back. I'll let you all know." 

"And with her leaving, this is my cue to get another glass." Sirius said, getting up right after you. 

You started to head out of the Great Hall, but you bumped into Remus by the doors, almost spilling your drink.

"Oh my, Remus, I'm so sorry." 

"No, don't worry, I wasn't looking where I was going." He apologised. 

Trying to shift and carry the conversation, you mentioned where you were headed. "I was just going to the dorms to reminisce." You said with a soft smile. 

"Oh, well, have fun with that." He said, excusing himself and walking to the table. 

Slightly disheartened, but not too thrown off, you continued heading to your old living quarters, unaware of the conversation starting in the Great Hall between Remus and Sirius. 

"Moony, mate, you have absolutely no game." Sirius taunted as he walked towards his friend with a fresh drink in hand. 

"Shut up." Remus grumbled. He had been tired of the years of teasing from his friends about his crush on you, and assumed it would have stopped when you graduated, but it never did. 

"Moony, 'Hey Remus, I'm just going to see my old bed, and oh Godric, I wish you would join me!' and you reply with 'have fun with that'?!" 

Sirius had apparently overheard your exchange, and was clearly having fun with it.

"She didn't say that." 

The two young men sat down at the head table, a few seats away from the happy couple. 

"But she meant it. Believe me, I know what it looks like when someone wants to sleep with you, and that was it."

Remus looked at Sirius with a questioning look. "If she likes me so much, why hasn't she ever mentioned it?"

"You've never told her about it either. Plus, she thinks you hate her."

"What? How could she think that? I could never hate her."

"Every time you're near her, you get all awkward and nervous and weird! What do you expect her to think?"

A wave of realisation washed over Remus as he thought about your perspective of everything. "Oh fuck, you have to help me, Pads."

"You don't need help."

"What are you talking about? Of course I need help! You just pointed out that (y/n) thinks I hate her!"

"Exactly. She thinks you hate her and she still likes you. All you need to do is talk to her and tell her how you feel." 

"Now?"

"Well I think now is the best time, besides the last decade or so. Don't you think so?"

Remus realised what he needed to do, and started to head up to your old dorm rooms. He had an advantage due to his long legs, and so he strided quickly to catch up to you. 

Once he reached the Gryffindor girls dorms, he found you leaning down, focused on the wooden bedframe where you used to sleep. 

"It's all still here." You said, catching Remus off guard as he didn't know you were aware of his presence. 

"What?" 

"The carvings the girls and I made on our old beds." You clarified. "Our names, little hearts and flowers, 'L.E. + J.P.', 'M.M. + D.M.', all of it." 

"What about your initials? You never wrote down your initials with someone else's in a little heart?" 

You shook your head. "I never had anyone to do it with." 

"Why not? You never liked anyone? Because you could have anyone you wanted."

Memories started to flood through your head. Memories of crushing on the man in front of you throughout your entire academic career, plus the time even after you graduated. 

"I did like one person. But nothing ever happened between us. He didn't—doesn't—like me back." You confessed, fidgeting with your fingers. 

"That's not true." 

"I think if you knew who it was, you would disagree."

"I think I do know who it is." His words caused your gaze to suddenly shift from your hands over to him. "(y/n), is it me?"

"Yes." You said ashamedly. 

"Then I was right. The person you like feels the same way. I do, I've felt this way for years."

Millions of new thoughts rushed to you. Remus Lupin likes you, and he has for years.

"Why didn't you say anything?" 

"Why didn't you? Merlin, (y/n), you're stunning, and you're kind, and you're funny. You're perfect." He took two long strides towards you, then took your shaking hands in his. "You're so incredibly out of my league, I never thought you would like someone like me. A mon—"

You cut him off with a soft hand over his mouth before he could finish that word. As you slowly pulled your hand away, he pressed a gentle kiss on your palm. 

"Remus, don't say that. We've been over this. I promise you that you are not a monster. You are the exact opposite of that. You're my best friend, you're the sweet, witty, adorable man I've been in love with for half of my life." 

Remus placed a large hand on your reddened cheek, lightly stroking his thumb under your eye. 

"Since the day we met?" He said in a half joke. 

You laughed lightly and looked back into his soft eyes. "Of course. I've been in love with you since the day we met." 

"Good. Me too." 

He leant down to your height and pulled you into a long-awaited kiss. It was sweet, and it started with just a small brush of your lips. It quickly became gentle yet passionate, as you now had all that you have been waiting for. 

The two of you pulled apart, smiles strung across both of your faces. 

"I really should have done that a lot sooner." Remus admitted. 

"Me too." You said with a slight giggle as you indulged your younger self. "But I think we should go back downstairs, I promised to tell Lily about the carvings." 

[louisupdates]

Louis Tomlinson and ITV Big Brother's AJ Odudu lead red carpet best dressed at Rolling Stone UK Awards

Louis Tomlinson and telly presenter AJ Odudu were just some of the names gracing the red carpet at Camden's Roundhouse for the Rolling Stone UK Awards and they did not disappoint

By Daniel Bird | Assistant Showbiz Editor

Louis Tomlinson, AJ Odudu and Mae Muller certainly ensured all eyes were on them at the Rolling Stone UK Awards.

Celebs gathered in Camden, north London, for the first-ever Rolling Stone UK awards in collaboration with Remy Martin. The glitzy bash celebrated all things music and will also see 13 artists be inducted into the Rolling Stone UK Hall of Fame.

Throughout the night, those in attendance will see Ozzy Osbourne pick up the Icon Award. However, the Prince of Darkness won't be performing, instead, he will deliver a speech. Meanwhile, Jessie Ware went up against Raye, Jorja Smith, Romy and Grian Chatten for the Artist Award.

Meanwhile, Louis Tomlinson went up against the likes of Yungblyd, Elton John, Nova Twins, Loyle Carter and Rina Sawayama for the Live Act nomination. Here, we take a look at some of the hottest red carpet looks from the night.

1. Louis Tomlinson

Chart-topper Louis Tomlinson may have only recently finished the sold-out and critically acclaimed UK leg of his Faith In The Future World Tour but he stopped by the glitzy awards. The rocker from Doncaster, South Yorks, is nominated for Best Live Act.

Louis Tomlinson, Rolling Stone UK Awards 2023

[writingamongther0ses]

Dedicated to Hera

Summary: Jason is Hera's favorite hero and Medea's husband. When Creon offers his daughter's hand in marriage, Jason decides to go down the path his patron would prefer.

AO3/Ko-Fi

-_-

The palace of Corinth was buzzing.

For ten years, a hero had lived in their city. Jason the Argonaut, captain of the Argos, was known far and wide for his many deeds in his quest to rescue the Golden Fleece. It helped that he was handsome, with a charming smile and golden curls that resembled the Fleece that had won him such fame.

For ten years, a witch had lived in their city. Medea the witch, foreigner, was known far and wide for her many deeds in her quest to carve a path of destruction and chaos. It helped that she was beautiful, with an angular face and dark eyes that resembled the magic she used to ruin Jason's life in his home kingdom.

King Creon preferred the former. So did his daughter, Glauce.

So he had invited Jason for dinner. It wasn't the first time he had invited the hero over, but today was special.

Today was the day...

"Absolutely not."

Today was apparently the day Jason rejected his offer.

"Excuse me?" Creon said, sitting up on his couch. The hall had gone quiet, eager to hear what the wonderful hero would say to the king's offer. "You're...refusing?"

Jason sat up as well, his charming smile gone from his face. "Yes," he said. "Let me be honest, Creon-" Everyone flinched at the lack of title, of decorum. Jason slipped up sometimes, something he chalked up to living in the mountains and living on a giant ship for most of his life, but this was personal. "I would not have accepted your invitation if I knew you were going to make me cheat on my wife."

"Cheating?" He scoffed. "I would hardly call it cheating. I would call it thinking of your future." Medea had already gotten Jason banished from Iolcus, taking away his rightful throne. Jason's marriage to Glauce would grant him another throne. If he stayed married to the witch, the hero would drown. "Besides, I very much doubt you're actually married to that thing."

"Actually, I am married to her," Jason's eyes darkened. "In the eyes of Hera, she is my wife, and I will bade you to treat her with the respect she deserves."

Creon only saw a flash of purple before his daughter rushed up from the doorway she was hiding in, hoping to perhaps watch her engagement. Instead, she gripped her purple dress with white knuckles. "Jason, please. Think of your future," Her words were delicately sweet, and Creon's chest warmed. Any man would fold to sweet words and shiny, about to cry, eyes. "My father and I just want what's best for you-"

"And what about you?"

"...What about me?"

Jason leaned away from Glauche, staring her down. Creon had seen that look in soldiers' eyes before, figuring out how to best attack the enemy. "Aphrodite made Medea and I fall in love. Hera witnessed our union. Hera, beyond that, is my patron and the goddess of marriage." Glauce reached out, but he only let her slender fingers stroke his hand before he pulled away. "By leaving Medea and marrying you, I would be entrapping you in a cursed marriage. Hera is not fond of those who break their oaths." A cold breeze whistled through the hall as if to make a point.

Glauce somehow dared to speak, going, "But-"

"Think of what is best for you, princess, and forget this offer." Jason stood before Creon could figure out what to say next, to try and figure out how to make the offer sweeter. "Goodnight, King Creon, and Princess Glauce. I apologize for leaving so soon, but it is Tisander's birthday, and I skipped the celebrations."

He turned and marched out.

The servants would later whisper that Medea, the witch and wife, was waiting for him at the doorway to the palace, a warm smile across her face and a warm embrace waiting for Jason.

According to them, she had never looked more beautiful.

[mustainegf]

—masterpost

—𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖 ★ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐄

A month and a half later, the first day of school had arrived. Grade 12.

As I got ready that morning, my mind buzzed with excitement and a bit of anxiety.

This wasn’t just the beginning of our final year; it was also Felicity’s first day back at school in years. The thought filled me with so much happiness for her.

I pulled on my favorite band shirt, hoping it would bring me some luck, and grabbed my backpack. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, taking a deep breath to steady myself.

I ran my hand through my wavy long blonde hair.

Felicity always complimented my long hair, and I wanted to grow it out like some of the guys in my favorite bands.

This year was going to be different, special in so many ways. With one last look, I headed downstairs.

I stepped outside, the crisp morning air waking me up fully. As I walked towards school, my thoughts kept drifting to Felicity.

I knew today would be overwhelming for her, but I also knew how strong she was. She’d faced so much and come out the other side with a resilience that amazed me.

When I arrived at school, the buzz of excitement was palpable. Students milled around, catching up with friends and sharing their summer stories. I scanned the crowd, looking for a familiar face. Then I saw her.

Felicity stood by the entrance, her eyes wide with both wonder and nerves.

She looked beautiful, her hair blowing gently in her face. She looked nervous, with her bag slung around her shoulder, the outfit I knew she had spent days picking out. Seeing her there, ready to face this new chapter, filled me with pride.

"Liss!" I called out, waving as I made my way through the many students.

Her face lit up when she saw me, and she waved back, a bit shyly. "James! Hi!"

I reached her side, and I gave her a quick peck on the cheek, not caring who saw. "You ready for this?" I asked, my voice gentle.

She took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine with determination. "I think so. It’s a little scary, but I’m excited too."

"You’ve got this," I said, squeezing her hand. "And I’m here with you. Every step of the way."

She smiled, the nervousness easing a bit. "Thanks, James,” she giggled, squeezing my hand back.

We walked into the school together, the familiar hallways suddenly feeling new and different with Felicity by my side.

As we navigated through the crowd, I could feel the curious stares and whispers.

I knew people were curious about Felicity’s return, as well as me, a bit of a loser, suddenly walking the halls with a girlfriend.

I didn’t care, I always thought school drama was dumb. I was just glad to be here, and even more grateful to have Felicity by my side. Alive.

— 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟖

Nine years had passed since that first day of Grade 12.

It was now 1988, and life had taken us on an incredible journey. Felicity and I were now 26, and happily married.

We had been through so much together, and every step of the way had only strengthened our bond.

I had started a band with my best friend, and against all odds, it had taken off in ways we could have never imagined.

We called ourselves Metallica, and over the years, our music had found a passionate audience. The fame and recognition had come fast, but Felicity was the constant in my life that kept me sane.

Tonight, we were playing a sold-out show, and as we finished our set, the roar of the crowd was deafening.

The stage lights dimmed, and I wiped the sweat from my brow, feeling the rush of adrenaline that always followed a performance.

As the final notes echoed through the venue, I glanced backstage and saw her, there she was, Felicity, the woman I loved so dearly.

She stood there, her face lit up with pride and love, her smile as radiant as ever. Despite all the changes and the chaos of our lives, Felicity remained my everything, my biggest supporter, and my best friend.

As I made my way off stage, the noise of the crowd still buzzing in my ears, I thought back to the moments that had led us here.

When the band started gaining traction, Felicity was there every step of the way.

She encouraged me when I doubted everything I was doing and celebrated every success with a kiss and smile.

Our relationship grew stronger with each passing second, and before we knew it, we were planning our wedding.

Our wedding day was the happiest day of my life. Surrounded by friends and family, we exchanged vows that reflected our journey, promises to support each other, to cherish the moments, and to always be there no matter what.

Felicity looked stunning in her dress, her eyes sparkling with tears of happiness.

As we danced that night, I knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful life together.

The real dance I’d always promised to give her.

With the band’s success, life became a whirlwind of tours, recording sessions, and media appearances. Yet, through it all, Felicity remained. We made a home together, a place that was our sanctuary amidst the chaos.

And now, standing there after another successful show, I felt the weight of all those memories. I reached Felicity and pulled her into a tight embrace, the noise and the lights fading away as I focused on her.

"You were amazing," she whispered, her voice filled with pride. "As always."

"Thanks, honey," I replied, kissing her forehead tiredly. "I couldn’t have done any of this without you, you know."

One of the biggest hurdles had been Felicity's health. I remembered the fear and uncertainty we had felt when she had needed a transplant.

But Felicity had fought with a courage and that left me in awe. And when she had finally come through it, scarred but alive, I had never been more happy.

I loved her transplant scar, it was a reminder of everything she had overcome, a testament to her strength and determination.

Whenever she felt insecure about it, I would kiss up the length of it, letting her know just how beautiful I found her, scars and all.

But not all our memories were happy ones. Halfway through Grade 12, my world had been shattered when my mother passed away from cancer.

It had been a devastating blow, leaving me orphaned and adrift.

My mother had refused medical care because of her religion, and by the time we realized how serious her condition was, it was too late anyways.

I always wondered if I could’ve done something, said something more, raised my voice again.

But I knew in my heart that no sentence I could string together would diminish my mothers dedication to her faith.

Her passing had left a void in my life that could never be filled. But in the midst of my grief, that same beautiful woman was by my side, Felicity. And when I moved in with my half-brother, she had been there every step of the way.

As I looked at Felicity now, her smile lighting up the room, I felt a surge of gratitude for everything she had done for me.

We had been so young, so full of dreams. I smiled to myself, remembering the late nights we spent sharing secrets, our whispered conversations stretching into the early hours of the morning.

Those moments had been our escape, our way of creating something for just the two of us.

We would talk about everything-our hopes, our fears, the future we wanted to build together.

Felicity would often curl up next to me, her head resting on my shoulder as we lay in my bed, the dim light of my bedside lamp casting a warm glow over us. We would laugh, sometimes cry, but always, we were there for each other.

Those nights were filled with a kind of magic that only young love can bring.

I remembered the first time we made out, our kisses hesitant at first, then growing more confident as we learned each other's rhythms.

The feel of her lips on mine, the way her breath would catch when I held her waist.

And then there was the first time we had sex, when we were 17.

It had been awkward, clumsy, and beautiful all at once. We had giggled nervously, unsure of ourselves but eager to explore this new level of intimacy.

There was a sweetness to it, a sense of discovery that was only ours. Afterward, we lay in each other's arms, laughing softly at our inexperience, feeling closer than ever.

Another memory bubbled up, one that still made me laugh every time I thought about it. We were nineteen, young and in love, and we were together in my room in my brother’s basement.

One evening, we were caught up in the heat of the moment, tangled in each other’s arms. Just as we were about to take things to the next level, the door burst open.

In walked my brother, oblivious to what he was interrupting. The shock hit us like a jolt of electricity. Felicity and I jumped nearly a foot in the air, scrambling to cover ourselves, our faces flushed with a mix of embarrassment and adrenaline.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” my brother stammered, his eyes wide as he realized what he’d walked in on. He quickly backed out of the room, closing the door behind him with a muttered apology.

Felicity and I sat there in stunned silence for a moment, the tension hanging thick in the air. Then, the absurdity hit us, and we burst into laughter, the sound echoing off the walls of my room.

“Did you see his face?” Felicity giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“I thought my heart was going to stop,” I admitted, still chuckling. “Talk about a mood killer.”

It became one of those stories we’d tell over the years, a funny, awkward moment.

I remember that night vividly, the one when Felicity slept over at my place. Everything had been perfect. We'd stayed up late, talking about everything and nothing, the room filled with our quiet laughter. Eventually, we fell asleep, her head resting on my shoulder, my arm wrapped around her. It felt so right.

But the next morning was different. I woke up to find her already awake, sitting up and staring at the sheets with a look of pure horror. It took me a second to realize what had happened.

There was a small red stain on the sheet and a bit on my sweatpants. Felicity had gotten her period during the night.

She looked at me with wide, tear-filled eyes. "I'm so sorry, James," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I didn't mean to—"

Before she could finish, tears started streaming down her face. She looked so embarrassed, so vulnerable, and my heart ached for her. Without thinking, I pulled her into my arms, holding her close as she cried into my chest.

"Hey, it's okay," I murmured, stroking her hair gently. "It's perfectly fine, I promise."

"But I ruined your sheets and your pants," she sobbed, her words muffled against my shirt, trying to hide.

"Don't worry about it," I reassured her. "It's not a big deal. Really."

I kissed the top of her head, hoping it would help calm her down. After a moment, I gently pulled away and told her I'd be right back. I went to my sister's room, rummaging through her things until I found what Felicity needed. Thank God for sisters.

Being a teenage boy, I knew little to nothing about periods, but I did my very best.

I handed Felicity the supplies and started stripping the bed. She watched me with wide, red-rimmed eyes, still sniffling. I tossed the sheets and my pants into the laundry basket, then quickly put fresh sheets on the bed.

"See? All taken care of," I said, trying to keep my voice light.

She gave me a weak smile, still looking a bit guilty. I took her hand and led her back to the bed, urging her to lie down.

I slid in beside her, pulling her close again, her head resting on my chest. She was still sniffling, but I could feel her starting to relax. “I’m so gross, I’m sorry..” She whimpered.

"You're not gross, Felicity," I said softly, kissing her forehead. “Don’t ever think that.”

Another memory drifted into my mind, a memory so vivid and emotional that it felt like it had just happened yesterday. It was our wedding day, the day I had officially committed my life to the woman who had been my everything since I was a teenager.

I could still remember the exact moment I first saw her in her wedding dress. I stood at the altar, my heart pounding in my chest, waiting for the doors to open and reveal Felicity.

When they did, and she began to walk down the aisle, time seemed to slow.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her dress was simple yet elegant, perfectly complimenting her natural grace. Her hair was styled just the way I loved, soft waves framing her face, just like when we’d met.

I felt a lump form in my throat, my vision blurring as tears welled up in my eyes.

I had always known that Felicity was beautiful, but in that moment, she was radiant, a vision of perfection that seemed almost otherworldly.

The emotions hit me all at once, and I couldn't help but cry at the sight of her.

Seeing her in that dress, knowing that she was about to become my wife, was overwhelming in the best possible way.

When we were teenagers, I used to daydream about our future. I imagined us growing up together, marriage, a house, a child.

They gave me hope and something to look forward to when everything else seemed uncertain. Now, looking at Felicity, I realized that those dreams were no longer just figments of my imagination; they were becoming our reality.

And then there was the success of the band. Starting Metallica with my best friend had been a leap of faith, a dream we both shared.

We had no idea if it would work out, but we poured our hearts and souls into our music. Seeing our band take off, playing sold-out shows, and connecting with fans all over the world was beyond anything I had ever imagined.

But through all of this, Felicity remained the center of my universe.

My everything.

Taking a deep breath, I let my hands trail carefully down her body, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers.

Every touch was a reminder of the countless moments we had shared, moments of laughter, tears, triumph, and sorrow.

She smiled softly, her hand reaching up to gently cup my cheek.

I nodded, my throat tight with unspoken words.

My hands rested on her hips, and I pulled her closer, feeling the gentle swell of her stomach against me. It was a subtle change, but one that carried the weight of a new chapter in our lives.

Pride swelled in my chest as I thought about Felicity being pregnant. It was all I had ever wanted, and soon we would have a little baby, a sweet little one of our own.

The love that had carried us through was now bringing new life into the world.

We're really going to have a baby, my heart whispered.

I kissed her gently, my heart swelling with love and anticipation. As we stood there, the memories of our past mingling with the promise of our future, I felt gratitude for the life we had built together.

Looking into her eyes, I saw not just the love of my life, but the future mother of our child.

In that moment, holding her close, feeling the tiny life growing inside her, I felt a love and fulfillment I had never known before.

The space between us filled with an unspoken promise of the life we were about to welcome into the world.

The space between us,

Keeps the memory of my mother's faith.

The faith that tore her away.

The space between us,

holds the teenage love,

A bond forged on sandy shores.

The space between us,

Carries the rhythm of the dance on the beach.

Fumbling feet mix with water and sand.

The space between us,

still feels the ache of Felicity's near-death.

Life’s thread almost cut short.

The space between us,

Holds the pain of grief,

A shadow we carry, hand in hand.

The space between us,

Brings the sweetness of kisses shared,

A taste of forever on our lips.

The space between us,

Carries a baby,

A life built from an awkward conversation on the lake.

The space between us,

Carries a life,

A life we’ve conceived.

The space between us,

Hurts

Sometimes.

The space between us,

resides the quiet girl at the lake,

A reminder that sometimes, the greatest love stories begin with an awkward hello.

In the end,

What brings us closer together,

Is the space between us.

Taglist: @whatsupvic

[love-my-fictional-men123]

Bucky Barnes x y/n

Y/N's passion for history, especially the era of the 1940s, often left her longing for a time she'd never experienced. She had a particular soft spot for the tales of heroism and heartache from World War II. She never thought that her obsession with the past would lead her to a chance meeting with a man who'd lived through it all.

One crisp evening in Brooklyn, her love for bygone stories guided her to an old, quaint bookstore that seemed to call out to her. The moment she stepped inside, she was enveloped by the musty aroma of ancient pages and leather-bound chronicles. As she navigated through the labyrinth of shelves, she was drawn to a corner filled with war memoirs and letters sent from the front lines.

While she was poring over the delicate pages of a soldier's correspondence, a voice, both warm and slightly worn, broke the silence. "Those are some of the best insights into what it was like back then," the voice remarked.

She turned and found herself face-to-face with a man who seemed as if he had stepped out of one of the history books she adored. His dark hair was neatly combed back, his blue eyes carried the weight of many untold stories, and his left arm gleamed with a metallic sheen under the store's dim lighting.

"You're... You're Bucky Barnes," Y/N gasped, her heart racing as she recognized the famed war hero and former Winter Soldier.

Bucky offered a small, self-deprecating smile. "In the flesh, well, most of it anyway," he quipped, a hint of humor twinkling in his eyes as he gestured to his prosthetic arm.

Y/N let out a soft laugh, her initial shock giving way to intrigue. "I'm Y/N, a big fan of... history. Your history," she admitted, still unable to believe who she was speaking with.

"Not many people come looking for that part of my past," Bucky said, his voice carrying a note of surprise.

They settled into a cozy corner of the bookstore, each taking a seat in an armchair that had seen better days. The conversation began with a shared enthusiasm for history, but it quickly unfurled into deeper territory. Bucky spoke of his experiences with a candor that he rarely afforded others, while Y/N listened, captivated by his firsthand account.

"It's strange, but talking to you feels like I'm reconnecting with parts of myself that I thought were long gone," Bucky confessed, his gaze lingering on Y/N's attentive face.

"And you," Bucky inquired, "what drives your passion for times long past?"

Y/N shared her dreams of writing and her desire to keep the stories of the past alive for future generations. Bucky hung on every word, as if her aspirations were the most important tales he'd ever heard.

Hours slipped away as they lost themselves in conversation. It wasn't until the bookstore owner announced it was closing time that they realized how much time had passed.

Bucky, ever the gentleman, asked tentatively, "Would you maybe want to continue this over dinner?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "I'd like that very much, Bucky."

They found themselves at a vintage diner, reminiscent of the era Bucky hailed from, and took a seat in a quiet booth. The conversation picked up right where it left off, this time interlaced with laughter and an ease that felt like the comfort of an old friend.

"You make the past come alive, Y/N. I feel like you were there alongside me," Bucky said, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

Flattered, Y/N replied, "You're not too shabby at storytelling yourself, Mr. Barnes."

As the evening wound down, they lingered outside the diner, neither willing to end the night. Bucky was the first to break the comfortable silence.

"There's an old dance hall from the '40s in the area. It's been fixed up a bit, but it still has that old charm. Would you... would you want to see it with me?" Bucky asked, his voice laced with a hint of hope and vulnerability.

Y/N's response was immediate, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I'd love to, Bucky. It's like stepping into history with the perfect guide."

Their gazes met and held, a silent acknowledgment of a bond that had been formed over shared stories and a mutual understanding. With the promise of more time spent together, they parted ways for the evening, but the warmth of their connection and the promise of a dance stayed with them, hinting at the start of a beautiful journey through time and memory.

Sorry I haven’t been posting lately I been busy with work and school and stuff

Hope you like it I’ll post something tomorrow probably💕🌸💘🎧🌸💕

[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 16th: Library | Eyes on Fire - Blue Foundation | Curious a/n: little Eddie & Wayne, ADHD!Eddie, pre-canon Eddie & Jonathan friendship. un-betaed because I'm challenging myself to write these in under an hour. read on ao3 | ao3 masterpost here

All his life, all seven years of it so far, Eddie has been told to be quiet, to sit still, and to not touch things. He can’t help it most of the time– there are so many things to explore, and learn, and find, so many different textures to feel. Eddie learns best when he’s able to physically hold something in hands to help him focus and it’s gotten him into trouble on more than one occasion. 

But living with Wayne, at least for the summer, he’s been given more opportunities than ever before to lean into his curious nature without being scolded. They’ve gone to museums, petting zoos, science centers, even the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Each new experience is a novelty and Eddie’s loved every single one of them. Today though, Eddie’s nervous. 

“You almost ready, kid?” Wayne pokes his head into Eddie’s bedroom, warm smile and a cocked eyebrow. Eddie’s been taking his time, untying and retying his shoelaces over and over to stall. 

“Uh, yeah! Yeah, I’m ready.” Eddie offers a tight smile, one that feels faux even to him. 

“Do you not wanna go? We can try something else if the library isn’t your thing.” 

Eddie shakes his head. “No, I wanna go! It’s just…”

Wayne enters the room fully, sitting down on the bed next to Eddie who fidgets with his fingers and looks down at the floor, his feet swaying back and forth over the edge of the bed.

“Just what?” He doesn’t touch him, but Wayne’s presence alone is comforting enough. 

“What if I get in trouble? Aren’t you supposed to be super quiet and stuff in libraries?” 

Eddie knows Wayne well enough by now to know that he’d never get in trouble that way that he has with his dad, but he doesn’t want to disappoint or embarrass Wayne, either. 

“Well, yeah, on the grown up floor for the cranky old guys like me,” Wayne bumps his shoulder against Eddie’s, and Eddie can’t help but smile– real this time. “But there’s a whole children’s room that has games, lots of books, fun stuff. And if it feels like too much, you just give me our little signal and we’re outta there.” 

When Eddie first started going places with Wayne, they’d developed their secret signal that probably wasn't too secret but worked just the same– Eddie would stand next to Wayne and step on his foot. Not hard, not enough to hurt, but enough that Wayne would notice, look down, and see Eddie’s overwhelm. And like promised, they’re outta there. No questions asked. 

“Okay, I think I’m ready then.” Eddie stands up and heads toward the front of the trailer. “Let’s go.” 

They’re at the library for all of a few minutes, Eddie hesitant to leave Wayne’s side as they scour the fantasy books, when he meets another kid around his age, maybe a little younger. Both boys go to reach for the same illustrated copy of a book about dragons. 

“Oh, sorry, you can take it,” Eddie offers, moving his hand instinctually. 

“No, no it’s okay, you were looking at it first. Go ahead.” The other boy responds, shrugging and looking back at the shelf. 

There’s a woman behind him, smiling down fondly as she speaks. “Sweetie, why don’t you share with your new friend?” 

“Yeah, if you wanna share, we could. Only if you want to though.” Eddie bounces on his heels, hopeful. He doesn’t get to make a lot of friends when he’s home with his parents. 

“Okay, yeah,” the little boy smiles carefully and pulls the book from the shelf. 

Eddie follows him to a small table at the end of the aisle and they pour over the pages, full of colorful illustrations and short stories. Eddie loses track of time, but he and his new friend, who he learns is named Jonathan, are just kids who don’t need to watch the clock. 

They finish the book and return for another, and then another. Eddie's disappointed when the day ends and they have to leave, but he sees Wayne trade contact information with Jonathan's mom, Joyce.

"We'll see you again next week, Eddie. It was so nice to meet you." Joyce smiles, sweet and comforting, and Eddie isn't so afraid of the library anymore.

[wingedprincesskoala]

Steve Perry: Hello, Rock and Roll Hall of Fame! You sure look good to me tonight. I’m going to keep my cheat sheet here because I’ve got a lot to say. I’m going to start with, when I was living in Los Angeles, I was looking to get a record deal, trying my very best. It was tough to get signed at those times. And I would always go to the Starwood to see Journey perform cause these guys have the most amazing musical ability. I’ve never seen a band like that in my life. So every time they’d go to the Starwood Club, I had to go watch with amazement. Though their musicianship was absolutely par to none, there was one instrument that was flying about the entire city of Los Angeles. That was the magic fingers of Neal Schon’s guitar! Somehow, one of my demo tapes fell into the hands of Herbie Herbert. I would not be here tonight if it was not for Herbie Herbert. Because he did not have to call me. He gets tapes all the time. But there’s something about the demo tape, and he called me. And the next thing I knew, because of Herbie, I was writing music with Neal Schon. And the very first song we ever wrote together was “Patiently,” you remember that? So, I absolutely must tell you, I must thank Herbie Herbert for believing in me. Thank you. 

Aynsley Dunbar, Gregg Rolie, Steve Smith, Neal Schon, Jonathan Cain, Ross Valory. Are you fucking shitting me? Any singer would give his ass for that shit. They played so well. So, I want to thank them for all the music we’ve written. Thank you, Gregg for letting me live at your house to write the Infinity record. Thank you for letting me live at your house, Neal Schon. Thank you so much, Jon, for all the songs that we all have written together. Steve Smith’s amazing drums. Basso profundo, Ross Valory. Alright, guys, I thank you so much for all the music we’ve written and recorded together. It will be forever in my heart.