#i have no actual idea how scheduling tours work so don’t come for me

[amoderndreamletdown]

made a fake Julie and the Phantoms + Dirty Candi tour poster of the 3 year anniversary

#i have no actual idea how scheduling tours work so don’t come for me #jatp #julie and the phantoms #dirty candi #dirty candy

[the-boy-meets-evil]

with the band | ksy

pairing: drummer!soonyoung x journalist!f!reader genre: 70s!au, band!au, fluff, smut, tiny bit of angstsummary: you’re fresh out of college with big dreams about changing the world with your words on a page. The last thing you expect is to end up covering a tour and you certainly don’t expect to fight falling for the drummer. rating: explicit, minors dni word count: ~8.2k (i literally don't know, don't @ me, it was supposed to be short) warnings: brief mention of drinking, brief mention of assumed infidelity (not actual), reader mentions difficulties of male dominated profession and being a woman, 1 mention of drinking, explicit smut: kissing, fingering, unprotected sex (don't do this), multiple orgasms, oral sex (f. receiving), briefest handjob/blowjob, reader is a little obsessed with hoshi's arms, hoshi picks reader up 1 time, idk i think that's it

a/n: this is for @svthub's 70s;teen collab and i'm so thankful that i got to take part in it. make sure you check out all the other amazing fics here! also a massive thank you to my bby indi @classicscreations for another last minute banner with minimal info from me. ily. (this is unbeta'd because i finished it late sorry!)

When you went to school, you had all these big dreams. It’s easier for women to get an education now, universities that had been single sex are going co-ed, and women are allowed to have ideas. You feel excited about your future. You’re going to change the world. At least, that’s what you think.

Before you know it, graduation is around the corner and it’s time to try to find a job with your journalism degree. While you’ve become a standout contributor at your school paper, this is entirely different. Your big dreams start to feel a little deflated. Sure, you can get a job at a big newspaper, like you’ve always wanted, you just have to be fine with being the assistant to someone else. Getting their coffee and lunch orders, handling their schedule, fetching dry cleaning. And it’s not that you mind paying your dues, you don’t. You know that you’re going to have to work your ass off just to get that chance. But you’re not sure you can take the chance of getting boxed into being someone’s assistant. Close enough to get a hint of the story while never actually writing it yourself.

As you’re about to take one of the positions you’re so opposed to, you happen to get to know someone from the infamous Rolling Stone magazine. It’s not really your style, the whole sex, drugs, and rock’n’roll scene. You don’t feel like you know more than the average person when it comes to music. Music is great, you like it, and you’ve covered the occasional show for your school paper. It’s just not where you feel comfortable. However, as your new contact points out, they’re more than music. They’re culture and politics and just the heartbeat of the country. So, okay, why not take a shot? The worst that happens is they say no and you still have the papers to fall back on.

You don’t need to fall back. They like your writing at Rolling Stone, like your perspective. They like your honesty most of all, that sticks out. Someone tells you that they can tell exactly what you think about something and it’s exactly what they’re looking for. Maybe later, you’ll look back and wonder if this was really the right fit. If you knew what you were getting into. All you can do when you get the offer is say yes. It’s the opportunity of a lifetime, you tell yourself, to actually get to say something right away. Who cares what you’re talking about? If there’s one thing you know how to do, it’s form an opinion. 

Several months into the job, you actually like it a lot more than you expected you would. Yeah, there’s a lot of partying, a lot of drinking, a lot of other things you’re not going to mention. But, the world is changing and you want to be there for it. 

As much as you initially expected to join Rolling Stone for the culture and political pieces, you’ve written just as many pieces about music. There’s a human element to it that draws you in, a commentary on the artists and what they’re trying to say. You don’t think twice when your boss assigns you to cover a show in the area. A big group is headlining, something you know will draw everyone out, but your boss wants you to pay attention to the other acts. Find out if there’s a story.

You’re somewhere in an open staff room before the show, taking time to catch up with people you know through work, through other shows, just from being around the area. It’s there that you hear the commotion outside the room. It sounds like a group of girls reacting to someone, probably one of the musicians. Seconds later, the musician in question opens the door, smiling softly over his shoulder and calling out a string of thank yous before heading around the corner.

It’s familiar with the shows you’ve covered. He’s hiding out from the fans that hang around and try to get closer to them. Some of them are familiar with the staff, both for the groups and the venues, though, and they come and go as they please. He seems to realize this and rushes over to your table, sits down in an empty seat and tries to look like he belongs.

“What’s the low down?” he asks without preamble. 

You’re caught off guard for a lot of reasons. The first is that you have no idea who this man, with his short hair and denim shirt actually is. He looks like a musician, probably could be a member of one of the other, smaller groups playing tonight. He seems like he’s probably in his mid-20s. But you don’t know him. The second reason is that you’re not really sure what he’s asking.

“With what?” you finally ask.

“The group of girls hanging around outside,” he supplies. Of course.

“This your first show or something?” you ask.

“Not exactly,” he says. “I mostly did studio work until I replaced the guy before me in Moonwalker. They needed a new drummer.”

“I’m sure you had plenty of girls hanging around the studio,” you say. 

“Including you?” he wonders. “I’m Soonyoung, by the way.”

You give him your name in return. “And no, I write for Rolling Stone.”

That catches his interest in the way it always does with musicians. They all want to be in the magazine, want to know they’ve made it. Just as many want to make sure whatever’s published about them is positive, paints them in a good light. It’s why your boss has always stressed to remember the musicians aren’t your friends. That’s never been an issue for you, so you’ll continue to chat with Soonyoung. Try to see if his band might be the one you pitch to your boss. 

He wants to keep talking, you can tell, but a man that looks like a manager pops his head into the room. Once his eyes land on Soonyoung, he’s calling him away. The rest of the band is going over something pre-show and they need him. Soonyoung looks back at you.

“Catch ya later?” Soonyoung asks it as a question instead of making it a statement.

“Maybe,” you answer, noncommittal. 

The next day at work you fill your boss in about the show and pitch Moonwalker for a feature. They’re young and hungry, saying a lot with their music, and there were almost as many fans there to see them as there were to see the headliner. Culturally and musically, they’re relevant. If you can get the jump on this story, you might even be able to beat out the competition. Which is always a gamble. You don’t have some magic 8 ball telling you if these guys are the real deal. 

After your boss loops in a couple of the big music guys at the magazine, he agrees that you can try to get the story. If the band will let you go to the next several stops, and actually answer your questions, your boss will sign off on it. Well, you have to stay on top of your other assignments too, but you assure him that won’t be an issue. 

Three days later you’re headed to your first stop on the tour. Their manager had initially been skeptical, but called back a few hours after the pitch. Apparently Soonyoung had asked if it would be you doing the story, said you seemed cool, and the rest of the band was eager for the exposure. So you packed your bags and got on the next bus out to meet them on their tour. From there, you would be traveling with the band. That had also come with the warning from your boss and colleagues, a reminder that the guys in the band weren’t your friends and the women who traveled with them were even less so. Not that it was news to you. 

(And not that you’re thinking about the phone call you got after work that night.

“Hello?” You’re balancing the phone against your ear as you sort through some recent mail.

“Hey! This is Soonyoung!” comes a cheery voice on the other end.

“Oh, uh, hi,” you say. “How did you get my number?”

“My manager called the magazine for a couple last minute questions and they gave him this number,” Soonyoung answers.

You’re wondering why your boss, always worrying about keeping those lines firmly in place, gave out your personal number. But that’s an issue for another day. 

“So you’re hitting the road,” Soonyoung carries on. “You must’ve been into our sound.”

“You’re different and the crowd seemed to dig it,” you say.

“Can’t wait to catch you on the trail,” Soonyoung finishes.)

The band is funny to be around, you think. It’s a little like herding children at times, even though they’re a few years older than you. But their attention is constantly somewhere and rarely on the question you’re asking. Which should be frustrating, except that Soonyoung is always looking over at you with an apology in his eyes. Always filling in every answer that he can with this band he’s gotten used to at light speed. 

You do get your answers, though. Answers about everything from how the band got together to where they see themselves going to what they think about where the country is headed. In between the booze and the women and the drugs, you’re able to piece together who this group actually is and what they’re about. The more you learn, the more you want to learn. The more you relate to the things they’re saying. For the first time in your career, you’re actually wondering if you can capture the energy of this band when you put it to paper. Can you capture the way they vibe together? Can you capture the way the singer mesmerizes an entire crowd? Can you capture the way Soonyoung goes from smiling and happy to laser focused on stage? There’s magic in seeing them perform live.

There’s also the small matter of getting too close to them. Or to one of them in particular. From the beginning you knew that Soonyoung would be a problem. He’s too loud and he’s not all that smooth, but there’s a real tenderness to him. There’s a softness to his approach that you weren’t quite expecting. The first time he invites you to hang out with the band after a show, you ignore it. It’s easy. You’re thinking of the advice from your boss and your coworkers. The second and third times are easy too. Well, easy enough. You say no and go back to your room to work on notes for the story.

Except, that’s when it changes. You get on the phone with your boss, tell me how much bigger the story is becoming than you ever anticipated. There’s so much more than just the band, from the backgrounds of the members, to the lyrics of their songs, to where they see themselves heading. Three members, including Soonyoung, are the children of immigrants in this country. Where you expect push back from your boss, instead you’re met with agreement. Stay on the road, you’ve been on top of your assignments. He’ll give you more words for the piece you’re writing. Just carry on, he loves all the notes and ideas he’s seen so far. 

It’s exactly what you’re hoping for and yet there’s still a feeling in the pit of your stomach like things are about to change. Not because this is a big article, though it is. You’ve never been given more than a thousand words and you have three thousand now. It’s more than just a chance. Yet you’re still unsettled about something. 

It’s another day. Another set of pre-show questions, a depth to each band members’ background, an insight in the process of writing songs, even a little bit of a look into why each of them got into music in the first place. The leader of the band and the manager are more reserved, concerned with how the group will come across when you write this article. They’re always asking what you’ll say or if they can see the article before it comes out. 

Your answer is always the same: no. But, you assure them that you’re not in this to ruin their careers. What would be the point? Who would want to answer your questions moving forward? You just want to paint an honest picture of what they’re like and what they’re about. 

Post show is the same song and dance as always. Soonyoung asks for you to come by their routine after-party. You see the way some of the other hangers-on watch for your answer, seem annoyed that he’s asking yet again when you’ve said no every other time. You say no, like every other time, and watch the smiles that form instantly on the faces of those who drag Soonyoung off. His eyes stay on you even after you turn around to head to your room. 

That’s where the similarities stop. You’re reading over your notes at the desk in your dingy hotel room. It’s far too late and the lighting is awful, but you want to make sure you get it all down before you forget. You also want to test out a few sentences or even passages to send back to your boss. The article really has taken shape in your head and you’re excited to actually write it.

A knock at the door pulls you from your thoughts about word choice. You figure it’s probably just some drunk person looking for the band and getting the room wrong. Or looking for friends after the show. It’s not like that would be the first time. So you don’t consider that you’re not really dressed for company.

“Hey,” from a voice that’s entirely too familiar. 

There’s a moment when you’re both just looking at each other. You’re trying to figure out what he’s doing here and why he doesn’t seem drunk. He’s taking in your open bathroom over your nightgown. After another moment, you pull the bathrobe closed, definitely too late by the smirk playing on Soonyoung’s mouth. 

“Uh, what are you doing here?” you ask after clearing your throat.

“I wanted to see what was so important that kept you from hanging with us,” Soonyoung answers. “‘M I interrupting something?” 

“Yes, actually,” you say before you can think better.

“Really?” he challenges.

“I was writing,” you rush out. “I don’t have my typewriter here but I’ve been putting passages together.”

“And that couldn’t wait til morning to hang out with us? See what we’re like outside of the venue?” Soonyoung presses.

“I’ve seen you outside the venues,” you argue. “And it’s not that it’s keeping me from hanging out with you.”

“Then what is?” he asks. 

“We’re not friends, Soonyoung, and you’ve got plenty of people to keep you distracted,” you offer with an eye roll.

“They’re not that distracting…or entertaining,” he says and you actually laugh. 

“They’ll be heartbroken,” you muse.

“Let me come in for a drink,” Soonyoung presses. “It’s rude to leave company in the hall.”

“I don’t have anything to drink,” you say, almost regretful.

“I do,” Soonyoung says, holding up a six pack.

This is dumb, a terrible idea. It’s exactly what your boss warned you about. But you step to the side anyway and let Soonyoung walk around you. With a look down the hallway to confirm nobody saw him, you close the door.  

“What are you doing here, really?” you ask.

Soonyoung settles on the edge of the bed and opens one of the beers. He holds one out to you and you take it. He’s already inside the room, might as well appreciate something free to drink.

“I don’t know, I like being around you. There’s more to you than most of the people that hang around the band,” Soonyoung says.

“That’s because I’m not just hanging around the band. I’m here working,” you reason.

“And that means you can’t have fun?” Soonyoung wonders.

“I am having fun,” you disagree. 

“You know what I mean,” he says, not letting you get away with it. You hesitate, unsure where to go from here. “You don’t have to tell me, but I’m interested in you. I want to actually know you in the way you’re getting to know us. I’m laying myself bare and you don’t have to do the same, I just want to know you.”

Which is fair, isn’t it? Of all the band members, Soonyoung has been the most open, the most honest about who he is, what he’s about, and where he wants to go. So you make the decision you probably always were going to make. You sit down on the bed next to him, instead of leaving space by sitting in the chair, and you start to tell him who you are. Nothing feels off limits from your struggles in a male-dominated field to your family life to your past relationships. To his credit, he’s a good listener. His face is so expressive and open that you find yourself saying more than you have to anyone in ages. 

As you continue to talk, your beers sit largely untouched. Soonyoung’s taken a few sips, but mostly his eyes have been focused on you, like he’s looking for the things your face is saying that your words aren’t. Somewhere it progresses from you talking about who you are to the two of you talking about anything that comes up. It’s not a level of comfort you were ever expecting to feel in a place like this. It’s also really difficult to remember what your boss said.

“So we’re not friends, huh?” Soonyoung asks during a lull.

“Oh, well…” you stutter.

He laughs. “Luckily I’m not so easily scared off.”

“It’s just, my boss…well he warned me not to get too close to you,” you admit.

“Me specifically?” Soonyoung asks.

“No, the band as a whole,” you answer without meeting his eyes. 

You start when Soonyoung’s finger lifts your chin up to meet his eyes. It’s hard to meet them when you feel like he sees through you. “I think you seem smart enough to make that call for yourself, don’t you?” 

All you can do is nod. That seems to make him happy. You feel more exposed though, more raw. Even more so when you remember that you’re only in your nightgown and bathrobe. Without even realizing it, you pull the bathrobe closed again.

“Do you want me to go?” Soonyoung’s voice is quiet, not a whisper but deep with something else. The entire mood shifts. 

You shake your head immediately. This time it’s not enough.

“I need to hear you,” he says.

“No, Soonyoung, I don’t want you to go,” you say quietly. 

His fingers are on your chin again, soft enough that you could pull away if you wanted to. Which you don’t. His voice is still low, thick with something you now realize is desire. It’s the same feeling you got when you extended your trip following Moonwalker on the road. And it’s definitely trouble. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, voice gentle like he has to be careful with you. 

You nod again before considering if he needs to hear you. He doesn’t. Not this time. His lips meet yours gently, so soft like he’s not really sure it’s happening. Like he’s worried this is all a dream. You’re kind of worried about that too, but you’re not sure if it would be better that way. If this should all just be something you’re dreaming up instead of something that’s actually happening. 

It’s not enough, you open your mouth and he takes it as an invitation almost immediately. The kiss deepens, becomes a little more insistent and a little more desperate. He’s testing the waters at the same time. One hand rests on your bare thigh and the other slides up your neck into your hair, anchoring you to his mouth. You gasp a bit at the firmness. It’s a different side to him than you’ve seen. Well, except when he’s on stage. He’s just as focused then as he is now. 

But it’s not quite enough and you’re not really sure what makes you adjust. You’ve never really been someone to be forward, not like this. So you’re not really sure why you readjust to straddle his lap. Not that he’s complaining. His groan is low, from the back of his throat, as you settle on top of him. For a moment, you’re aware that you’re still just in your nightgown. 

Until Soonyoung’s hands run along the bare skin of your thighs and you shiver under his touch. Until his fingers dig into your skin, just hard enough to anchor you but not so hard it’ll leave marks. Until your own fingers find their purchase in Soonyoung’s hair, shorter than you’re used to on men, yet perfect for him. You’re not used to straddling someone like this either, so you try not to move too much. Except when you need to adjust because your knees aren’t comfortable as they’re digging into the mattress. That single movement drags your core across his lap and pulls a deep groan from him. You can feel him hardening when he jerks his hips up into you.

Soonyoung moves one hand up your back, underneath the nightgown so his fingers are on your skin. His other hand holds the back of your head so you can’t stop kissing him. Then he’s leaning back onto the bed, bringing you with him so that now you’re on top of him. You feel a little out of your element like this, not entirely used to being the one in control. Even if the control is an illusion and it really rests with Soonyoung. It’s like he can sense that and wraps his strong arms around you to flip the two of you over. He breaks the kiss only for a moment as he’s hovering over to look down at you. You’re sure you blush under his attention, there’s so much affection. Then you’re kissing again. 

You know where this is heading, know and don’t want to stop it. His hips rut against your core more as the kisses continue to intensify and you want more. Need more than the friction with too much clothing between you. You’re about to pull his shirt off, have your fingers on the hem, when there’s a loud banging on the door. It startles you both from your little bubble. After a second, the banging starts again.

You reluctantly slide out from underneath Soonyoung to go look out the peephole. Something you did not do when he showed up. It’s one of his bandmates. You crack the door open and try to act like you’d been sleeping.

“Hey sorry, we’re looking for Soon, have you seen him?” he asks.

You pretend to yawn and shake your head. “Sorry, been sleeping.”

“Huh, well sorry,” he says and is gone before you can say anything else.

Soonyoung is behind you before the door even closes, wrapping his arms around you and holding you back against his chest. He presses a soft kiss behind your ear, gentle like his first kiss. 

“I should probably go before they come back,” he whispers against your skin.

“About what I said,” you begin, turning around in his arms to face him.

“S’okay, I get it,” he assures you. He places the gentlest kiss on your lips. “I know what you’re dealing with.”

“Thank you,” you say quietly.

“And maybe we’ll get to continue this,” Soonyoung offers. He sounds like he’s trying to be nonchalant, but his face gives away how badly he wants you to agree.

“God, yes, please,” you respond. You don’t care how you sound when his face lights up. That’s all you need.

The next day has you packing up and heading to the next city. Road days are actually some of your favorite because it’s just you with the people on the bus. It’s a much smaller group than at the venues or at the hotel afterwards. It also gives you a better glimpse into who Moonwalker are outside of the performances. You see how they interact, how they approach conversations, what they do to fill their time.

Of course, now, Soonyoung wants to be around you whenever he can. A fact entirely too obvious to some of the people on the bus. He accepts that you want to keep some amount of distance, doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. The two of you just kind of gravitate together anyway. Whether it’s sitting near each other on the bus or stopping at the same places for food when you stop. Most people seem to write it off as how he’s been with you the entire time. Most don’t realize that you’re seeking him out almost as much now. 

You get enough time without prying ears to let him know that you don’t want to distract him the night before a show. You also know how their manager can be, so you think it’s best for him to be in the bed that he’s supposed to be in. He pouts for a second but understands. You’re trying to keep at least the appearance of separation. 

The day of the next show finds you in the lobby waiting for some coffee and something to eat when a woman breezes in through the open doors. You hate to generalize, but she looks like a lot of the other women that hang around bands, except a little more confident. A little more sure of herself or her position. Maybe she’s someone’s girlfriend. You’re sure that whatever Moonwalker gets up to on the road, at least some of them are in relationships. Not Soonyoung, you’re sure he would’ve mentioned it. 

For some reason, the woman approaches you after speaking to someone at the desk. She’s glamorous up close, for lack of a better way to put it, but maybe not as confident as you’d initially thought.

“Is this where Moonwalker is staying?” she asks without preamble. 

“Uh, yeah,” you answer.

“Oh good, I’ve been looking for Soonyoung and I keep missing his stops,” she says with a smile.

Your stomach drops and you do everything you can not to let your face show how bothered you are. She’s looking for who?

“Soonyoung?” you ask. Thankfully, she doesn’t seem to pick up on your distress.

“It’s an unusual name, I know, but he’s the drummer for Moonwalker,” she carries on.

“Uh, I haven’t seen him today,” you offer.

“I wasn’t expecting you had, you’re clearly not a groupie,” she says with a slightly sympathetic smile. You’re not really sure what to do with that. “But he’s staying here?”

“Yeah, they’re staying here,” you confirm. “Who are you?”

“Oh well I’m his…well it’s complicated, but we’re seeing each other,” she says.

“Right,” is all you can muster.

“Who are you?” she asks.

You give your name. “I write for Rolling Stone.”

“You’re a journalist?” She asks the question with all the surprise and disdain of someone that thinks only men can write.

“I am,” you confirm and stand up. “It’s been great speaking, I’m sure Soonyoung will be around soon. They haven’t left for the venue yet.”

You’re off before she can say anything else without coffee or the snack you’d been looking for. Before the tour, you never drank coffee in the afternoons because of the caffeine. Now, you’re staying up much later. 

Once you’re back in your room, you let yourself cry. For so many reasons. For breaking the rule and getting so close to Soonyoung. For allowing yourself to feel something for him. For being stupid enough to think he felt something for you too. For how hard it’s going to be to carry on with this story now that you know who he really is. For having to separate personal from professional. For all the things that could have been. 

You keep your distance from Soonyoung through the rest of the day and the show. He’s visibly confused when you make excuse after excuse to walk away or talk to someone else. But why should he be? Surely the woman ended up finding him after speaking to you and surely she’s waiting somewhere for him. Why should he keep bothering with you? 

It’s not until you’re back in your room post-show that you start to plan your next steps. You’re scheduled to join the band for at least 3 more shows. It’s what you and your boss agreed to. And it was fine, before everything happened with Soonyoung. Could you find a way to convince your boss that you do actually have enough for the article and it’s time to come home? Maybe. You’ll have to start thinking of good reasons.

It’s during this inner monologue that you hear a quiet knock at the door. You know who it’s going to be before you even open the door. Soonyoung stands on the other side looking much more subdued than normal. He looks sad, maybe even hurt.

“Can I come in?” he asks.

His voice sounds just as sad as he looks, which causes anger to flare in you for a moment. What reason does he have to be hurt? But you step aside anyway because this isn’t a conversation to have in the doorway where anyone could overhear.

“What is it?” you ask once you’re both inside. He sits on the edge of your bed and you take the chair at the desk.

“What’s wrong?” he asks in response.

“What do you mean what’s wrong?” you ask louder than you intended.

“Everything was good and we were on the same page, what changed?” Soonyoung asks.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe you having a girlfriend? I met her in the lobby this afternoon, she was looking for you,” you fire back. 

Soonyoung goes quiet. Not like he’s been caught, like he’s confused. Like he doesn���t know what you mean. Then his face changes into one of annoyance. “Do you mean Mary?”

“I’m not sure, Soonyoung, how many girlfriends do you have?” you ask, irritated.

“None,” he insists and then describes the woman from earlier.

“Sounds right, she didn’t mention her name,” you agree. 

Soonyoung huffs out an overly annoyed sigh. “That’s not my girlfriend and again, I do not have a girlfriend…”

“Girlfriend, friend, groupie, whatever,” you dismiss. “I’m not interested in the drama.”

“Neither am I,” Soonyoung insists. You want to believe him. His face is so kind, so honest. But this is why you don’t get involved with the band.

“I want to believe you,” you start.

“Then believe me,” Soonyoung pleads. “Mary used to hang around at the studio I worked at before coming on this tour. I was nice to her, we chatted a couple times, but I never even got her number. I never even went out with her or kissed her or anything. I have no idea why she showed up here.”

“You promise?” you ask. 

Soonyoung is off the bed and coming to kneel before you in a single move. He takes your hands in his, so still and serious. Like nothing else matters. 

“I promise you, there is nothing going on there. The only person I’m interested in getting to know is you,” he says. 

“Soonyoung,” you caution.

“I know, your career, the article, all of it, I get it,” Soonyoung assures you. “I’m willing to take whatever you can give me.”

It’s dumb. You know it’s dumb. And you don’t care because this man in front of you is doing more than you ever expected. So you lean forward to kiss him and feel him smile against your lips. The next second, he hoists you up (you’re thankful for that drummer arm strength) and carries you to the bed. He’s so gentle when he puts you down, so careful to make sure you don’t hit your head on the headboard. 

And then his lips are on yours again, kissing you so fiercely that you lose your breath. His hands wander your body like he’s trying to map every piece of you. Every curve, every spot, every place that makes you shudder. His lips on you are a constant, keeping you grounded in this moment, allowing it to feel like more than a dream. His hands wander up the skirt you wore to the show earlier. You had put off changing for bed beyond removing your stockings and shoes. Now you’re almost thankful for that decision with how your skin erupts into goosebumps under Soonyoung’s touch. 

This time when you reach to remove his shirt, there’s no loud knock to disrupt you. There’s nothing at all to distract you from the beautiful man hovering over you on the bed. It seems ridiculous, now, that you ever thought you could ignore him. Once you get his clothes off, he removes your own, so you’re laying bare on your bed. Everything inside you wants you to cover yourself, unused to anyone taking you in with the attention Soonyoung gives you. But when you go to move your hands to cover yourself, he catches them, places the softest kisses on your knuckles, and lightly puts them over your head. His eyes take your body in like he’s never seen anything better.

“Absolutely beautiful,” he whispers against your skin. “You’re perfect.”

“Look who’s talking,” you manage to reply. 

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks, pulls away so he can look you in your eyes. “It’s okay if you say no.”

“Little late for that,” you chuckle.

“No, it’s not,” he reiterates. 

“I know, Soon,” you say through a smile. “I do want this.” 

It’s all the reassurance that he needs when his lips meet yours again, insistent. One of his hands runs down your body and along your thigh before he separates your legs. It makes you shiver in anticipation. Every part of you longs for him. You know he must realize. He runs one of his fingers between your folds and moans into the kiss with how wet you are. How badly you want him. How ready you are for him. After he does this several more times, you pull away.

“Please,” you beg him. 

You’re expecting him to tease you or to ask you what it is you’re begging for. Instead, he slides one finger inside you and captures your gasp. The kiss doesn’t last nearly long enough before he’s pulling away again, this time to watch your body react to his finger pumping slowly in and out of you. He’s encouraging your moans, muttering praises into your skin, making you feel like nothing else matters. He slides a second finger into you and your back arches at the feeling. He hooks his middle finger inside you and you know you’re going to be done for entirely too soon. 

As his pace quickens, he trails kisses along your neck, your chest, your stomach. You can’t even be self conscious because he doesn’t give you the chance. Just makes you feel better than you’ve ever felt with just his fingers. Your hands tangle in the sheets as you writhe under his attention.

“Soonyoung, please, I’m gonna come,” you whine out. He doesn’t slow, just adds a third finger.

“Then come, baby, I want to watch you come all over my fingers,” he urges.

And that’s, well that’s got you even closer. Never have you had a guy put your own needs above his own like that. He keeps his rhythm steady and it’s all too much, you’re feeling him everywhere and your body is on fire.

“Let go,” he whispers low into your ear.

So you do, you let go and drench his fingers, the release so strong that it takes you a minute to come back down or to realize you feel empty without his fingers. He’s laying on his side next to you and running a hand through your hair to brush it out of your face.

“Oh my god, Soonyoung,” you rasp out.

“Yeah?” he asks and you nod. 

He adjusts his position and you feel his hard length against your hip. You reach a hand down to lightly grip his cock. It’s longer than you were expecting but not too thick. Not entirely intimidating to think about inside of you. 

“You don’t have to…” he starts.

“I want to,” you disagree.

You run your finger over the head, collecting a little of the precum and then run your hand back down. It’s not enough though, so you push yourself up. He follows you with his eyes and readjusts so he’s leaning back against the headboard. You get between his legs and lick a stripe up the underside of his length, watch as he shudders over the briefest touch. You can tell he’s trying to sit back and enjoy it, but he’s sensitive. He must have enjoyed you coming on his fingers more than you realized. 

He lets you tease him, running your tongue along him entirely too slowly, your hand pumping without enough friction. But his desires win out before long.

“I need to be inside of you,” Soonyoung whines. “Please?”

You swallow hard and nod. “Yes, oh my god.”

Before you even realize what’s happening, he gathers you up in his arms and lays you down underneath him. He spreads your leg and kisses all the way up from your thigh to your lips, leaving you desperate for more of him when he pulls away. It’s only so he can line himself up at your entrance, though. He eases into you slow enough that you can adjust to the feel of him. And then he’s rolling his hips into you.

You’re not sure if it’s the build up between the two of you, the realization of your feelings when you met the woman claiming to be his girlfriend, or what, but everything just feels…better. The stretch is that perfect kind of pleasure and the way he rolls his hips into you is just the right pace. He whispers constant reassurances into your skin and you don’t think you’ve ever felt this safe or whole with someone before. 

He takes his time with you, doesn’t thrust into you too hard or too fast, just wants to savor the moment. You can’t recall your last relationship taking this much care. It’s overwhelming in the best way, in the way that you don’t want it to end.

“I’m so close,” he hisses out too soon. 

“I’m almost there,” you whine out, heading towards your second orgasm of the night.

Soonyoung reaches between you and starts to rub your clit, making you cry out from the sensitivity. In no time, you’re screaming out as you come seconds apart from each other. 

“Wow,” Soonyoung says when he’s caught his breath and laying next to you on the bed. 

“Yeah,” you agree. 

He rolls over onto his side and faces you, looking both incredibly relaxed and impossibly happy. “Are we okay?”

“Oh my god, this is when you ask?” you laugh out.

“Well, I don’t wanna make the wrong assumption!” he defends.

“Yes, we’re good,” you start, “and before you say it, I will talk to you before making assumptions next time.”

“There’s going to be a next time? Do you like me?” Soonyoung asks, all gentle teasing in his voice.

“I am going to kick you out of this room,” you threaten.

You don’t follow through. Not when he wets a towel to come help you clean up or when he offers to get you clothes to wear to bed. Not when he fills up a glass with water for you to drink so you’re not dehydrated. Not when he offers to leave so that people don’t get the wrong idea. Not when you’re pulling him into a kiss and back into bed. Not when you’re talking until you fall asleep tangled up in each other.

The next couple days pass in kind of a blur with traveling and getting settled into the next tour stop. Needless to say, you don’t reach out to your boss about ending your trip early. You do have a conversation with Soonyoung, though, about how it is almost your last stop. He gets it, but he’s not ready to think about it, instead wrapping himself around you and pressing kisses to any part of your body that he can reach. He’s incredibly distracting and you find you don’t really mind. You also don’t mind if he lets his bandmates think there’s something going on with you. None of them seem surprised, which makes you wonder what he said before he won you over. 

After the next show, he doesn’t even pretend to go to the afterparty before coming to see you. He departs from his band and the hangers-on at the entrance to the hotel and comes straight to your room. Just as the two of you planned. And not that you’re expecting anything, but you’re waiting in your nightgown just in case, unable to stop thinking about Soonyoung moaning over being interrupted the first time. 

“Hey…wow,” Soonyoung says when you open the door and he takes you in.

“You were whining about being interrupted the first time,” you offer with a shrug. 

“I was not whining,” he protests, but kisses you anyway when he steps inside. 

“You were and it was cute,” you disagree. Calling Soonyoung cute is a mistake, you realize that the second you see his face.

“You think I’m cute,” he preens.

“I take it back,” you say immediately.

“Nope,” he says and pulls you into him. “Can’t take it back.”

He kisses you hard and deep before you can continue the argument. Not that you’re complaining about it. He moves backwards to sit down on the bed and pulls you onto his lap. Same position, different bed. You’ll still take it. 

“Soon, can I ask you something?” you ask.

“Anything,” he offers.

“Tonight, can you…don’t be gentle with me,” you manage.

“You didn’t like that?” Of course that’s his first worry.

“No, no, it was amazing, completely perfect,” you assure him and he relaxes beneath you. “It’s just…I want…”

“Something else,” he finishes.

You nod and look down, absently playing with the hem of his shirt. “I just, I feel safe with you and I want to try things.” 

Soonyoung lifts your chin with a finger so you can see how much care there is behind his eyes. He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth and then to your lips. 

“I won’t be so gentle with you, then,” he agrees. “But you have to tell me if it’s too much okay?” 

“Okay,” you agree.

And he’s not gentle. He takes his time building up to it, kissing you hard and pulling your lip between his teeth. Pulling off your clothes so you’re naked on his lap. Leaving marks where nobody else will see them. Grinding against your core even though he’s still dressed. Pulling endless moans out of you. Until he flips you onto your bag and pushes your legs open. He’s got his fingers inside you again and it’s nothing like the first time. Nothing like the gentle rhythm. He’s scissoring his fingers and pumping them quickly. He’s using this thumb to rub your clit. The stream of words coming out of your mouth is incomprehensible and you’re sure the people in the rooms on either side can hear you. You’re equally sure you don’t care.

It feels like record time when he’s coaxing your first orgasm out of you. Your whole body is sensitive and the waves continue to ripple through you. It doesn’t even feel like you’ve recovered from the first orgasm when you feel Soonyoung’s tongue run between your folds. He’s spreading your lips with his fingers and lapping into you.

“Soonyoung, fuck, oh my god,” you scream out.

He pops his head up from between your legs just long enough for a single question. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, fuck, please don’t,” you whine out and he’s between your legs again. 

You can’t even see straight but you’re sure that the sight of this man between your legs, tongue working you like he’s starving, is the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. His thumb rubs over your clit again and you arch into him. You move your hand into his hair to anchor him or yourself, you’re not sure. You’re oversensitive and overstimulated, but it’s the best kind of mix of pain and pleasure. There are tears forming in the corners of your eyes and you urge him on, beg him to keep going. 

The second orgasm rips through you even harder than the first and you’re screaming out your praise for him as he guides you through it. Once you come down, you feel him come up next to you and roll towards him. His lips are on yours in the next second and you can taste yourself on his tongue. You think you could kiss him for hours without getting bored or wanting to stop. Yet he pulls away from you entirely too soon. 

There’s confusion on your face as he gets out of the bed (and maybe a little bit of embarrassment that you’ve come twice and he’s still dressed). His eyes are on you as he strips himself out of his clothing before leaning over the bed. If you’re waiting for another kiss, you’re left waiting. He grabs behind your legs and pulls you to the edge. His eyes are full of fire, yet still checking to see if you’re okay. You ease any worries with a quick nod of your head. With that he pulls you up against him and kisses you quickly.

You’re so dazed that you don’t even realize he’s changing your position until you’re leaning over the edge of the bed with your ass in the air. He uses his foot to spread your legs apart so that he can line himself up. Even though you want to watch him, he presses between your shoulder blades so you’re leaning forward as much as possible. And maybe he’s got a point because the feeling of him pressing into you is so much better when you’re not watching him do it. 

This time, he doesn’t wait for you to adjust to him, just immediately snaps his hips into you, burying his cock fully inside on the first thrust. Even though he’s being rougher, his praise is still constant. Still talking you through every moment. When he lifts one of your legs up so your knee is on the edge of the bed, you think you see stars at the new position. He’s hitting you so deep and filling you so completely that you’re not sure how you ever survived without him. Dramatic, you chastise yourself, but you’re a little beyond sex stupid right now. 

His fingers dig into your hips where he holds you in place, keeping up the pace that has your eyes watering yet again. You’re so sensitive and you’re sure you’re not going to come again. Until you feel the orgasm building and the pressure in your tummy. Until his own words become unintelligible, just a string of curses and praise. Until you hear yourself tell him that you’re gonna come again and feel his own release just after yours. 

Your legs feel like jelly as he guides you back into the bed and disappears for a towel. You can hear the water running just before he reappears to clean you up. It’s such a stark contrast from minutes earlier when he’s gentle with you again. It’s way too early to feel anything for him, you remind yourself again, but you also can’t pretend not to feel anything. 

Once he cleans himself up, he gets into the bed and tucks the two of you under the covers without bothering to get dressed. His arms circle you and you feel safe, like this. Wanted and special and right. The kiss he presses to your forehead almost makes you sigh.

“How are you?” he asks softly into your hair.

“Amazing? Perfect? I don’t even know,” you answer.

“But you’re okay,” he presses.

“No, I’m a lot better than okay,” you assure him. He must see your smile. 

“Me too,” he agrees.

You’re not sure what happens next or how you’re going to be able to make this work. Or if it’s even going to work. You’re not sure any of that matters because you have this night and you have Soonyoung, at least for now. Nothing else matters.

thank you for reading, i hope you liked it 💕

#svthub #svthub.collab #kvanity #hoshi fic #hoshi smut #hoshi fluff #soonyoung smut #soonyoung x reader #soonyoung scenarios #soonyoung imagines #soonyoung x you #hoshi imagines #hoshi scenarios #seventeen fic #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut

[steddieas-shegoes]

Request: THIS IDEA JUST SPARKED HOLY SHIT?? OK have you ever watched Hot Ones with Sean Evens (first we feast is the youtube channel) so basically that but Steve is the one being interviewed but he LOVES spicy food??(watch the episode with Florence Pugh i LOVE it but basically I want it to be kinda like that) just yeah that. Jxjxnxnx please and thank you

MY LOVE ❤️ I admit, most of what I watch of really anything is either highlights on Tik Tok or short clips my friends send me because I am out of touch with the cool kids. But Hot Ones is SO GOOD. The Lewis Capaldi episode (I do love him anyways) had me actually almost pee my pants laughing. I hope you love this fun (short, sorry) thing for this! - Mickala ❤️

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“I just don’t know why you got Hot Ones. They could have had the whole band on there making idiots of themselves,” Eddie pouted.

He’d been pouting for two days now.

In fact, his entire band was from the moment Steve called him on tour to let him know that he would be doing the Hot Ones interview next week.

“I told you, they had a last minute cancellation and my schedule just worked. Maybe you’ll get next season,” Steve said over the phone as the oven timer went off to let him know his brownies were done cooking.

“Whatcha makin’ Stevie?” Eddie’s curiosity was adorable.

He was in London, just got off stage from their last show in Europe. Steve was in their home in LA, having the last lazy day in before his awards season started.

“If I tell you, you’ll be sad you’re missing it.”

“Tell us! Tell us!” Gareth said from much closer than Steve would have expected.

“Hi Gare Bear. No personal space tonight?”

Eddie laughed as Steve pulled the brownies out of the oven and shut it off.

“He said personal space is for people who don’t like each other and he likes me very much,” Steve could hear Eddie’s eye roll in his voice. “A shame because I can’t stand him.”

“Play nice boys. You’ll be home in less than 24 hours,” Steve reminded them.

Gareth lived a mile up the road from them with his boyfriend and their excessive amount of cats.

Excessive being four.

Steve was allergic, so any amount of cats seemed excessive to him.

But Steve and Gareth were close, had been since even before Eddie and Steve started dating.

He was Steve’s best man in their wedding, much to Dustin’s bafflement. He only didn’t argue because Eddie softened the blow by asking him to be his own best man.

Usually if baked goods or a home cooked meal were involved, Gareth would show up at their door ready to partake.

“You’ll be home when I get there?”

“Yep. Cleared my whole day just for you, baby.”

“Good. Miss you.

“Miss you too. You heading to bed?” Steve poked at the brownies, making sure they were cooked.

“Yeah, I’m beat.” Eddie yawned to emphasize how exhausted he was. “Did your manager tell them you love spicy foods or are you just gonna let them assume you’re a wimp?”

“Nah. It’ll be fun.”

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When he arrives on the set of Hot Ones, Sean greets him with a smile and a handshake.

Eddie wasn’t able to come with him, but Robin had promised to record the whole thing just for them.

She watched from the side next to his manager, Nancy, and his bodyguard, Hopper.

They settled at the table, got mic’d up, makeup touched up, and Sean reminded him that if he absolutely had to tap out, they could stop recording and edit everything accordingly to make it look like he made it through the challenge.

Steve wasn’t worried.

The first three wings didn’t even have a kick. It was just a casual conversation between friends.

He talked about his work with a theater group for kids in New York City, as well as his work on an indie film that was coming out in the fall.

The fourth and fifth wings had a pinch of spice to them, but nothing to make even bat an eye.

Sean continued asking questions, Steve continued answering them.

On the seventh wing, Steve was barely distracted from the question: “What project of yours are you most looking forward to doing next?”

“I think I’ll be most excited to take some time off with my husband, working on starting the family we’ve wanted for a while. He’s been on tour for most of the last year, and we agreed it was a good time to figure out what we wanna do,” Steve said as he took another bite.

He could feel the burn of this one at least, felt the sting on his lips and tongue.

But it was very manageable, and the jalapeno flavor was almost refreshing. It tasted fresh.

“Okay, I have to ask: did you practice these beforehand?”

Steve snorted.

“No. I’m just not very sensitive to spicy foods. I usually keep a lot of hot sauces in my house. Poor Eddie’s learned how to tolerate spice because of it,” Steve said as they brought out the eighth wing.

“I’ve never had anyone so calm at this point. I’m starting to think even the hottest one won’t really bother you!”

“I guess we’ll see!”

The ninth wing was hot. He wouldn’t try to deny it.

“It does have a lovely watermelon flavor to it, very fruity and tangy on top of the spice. I like it,” Steve smiled.

He knew his face was getting a bit red from this one, and he reached for the water, but only had to take a couple of small sips before he was ready to keep going.

“Alright, for this one, we’ll ask a question for you to answer before and then we’ll have one for right after. You ready?”

“Bring it on!”

And it definitely did.

It was hot, and he could feel tears in his eyes, and sweat breaking out across his forehead.

“Finally, we have a reaction!” Sean exclaimed.

“This one’s definitely a lot more than the others,” Steve added, reaching for the milk.

He could tell Robin and Nancy were laughing, probably very much enjoying any amount of pain he managed to have when he went into this so sure that none of them would get to him.

“Final question: Would you ever consider retiring to follow Eddie on tour with your future family?”

Steve nodded once, taking another sip of the milk.

God, this one was hot.

“Uh, yep. I mean, retiring is a strong word. I would definitely take a long break. I’ve always wanted a family,” he stopped to take another sip and a bite of the celery. “I’ve wanted to be a dad for as long as I can remember. And I know Eddie wants that, but he also doesn’t wanna stop making music, and the rest of his band isn’t ready to take a break like that. I know it would be easy for me, so my plan would be to take at least a few years off.”

“Doing alright over there?”

Steve laughed, fanning his face.

“I’m okay. That just went from a kick to a beatdown pretty quick.”

“Well, you’re a pro at making it look easy. You deserve an Oscar for this performance!”

It was a ridiculous sentiment, but funny, and Steve was up for an Oscar this year.

He finished the glass of milk and shook Sean’s hand, thanking him for having him.

“Eddie is already in tears watching Sean watch you in disbelief,” Robin started as soon as he joined them again.

“What was all that at the end?” Nancy asked, arms crossed, face furious.

He usually had free reign in interviews, but he knew Nancy would tell him not to mention anything even slightly related to retirement.

His career had really only just taken off a couple years earlier, and talking about a break or retiring now would immediately cut his chances of good roles in half.

“Just the truth, Nance. You know Eddie and I wanna start a family,” he said as they started walking through the backstage area to leave.

“I just didn’t know that meant taking a break. I thought you’d just take turns with stuff or hire a nanny.”

Steve knew that worked for a lot of couples, but they both were too family-focused for that. They didn’t want a nanny raising their kids.

“Why are you freaking out?”

“I’m not! I just would’ve liked a heads up.”

Robin stared between them, eyes bouncing back and forth like it was a tennis match.

“I don’t have to tell you every single detail of my life. You know all that’s relevant right now.”

Nancy sighed, but nodded, turning away and typing furiously on her phone.

His phone rang seconds later.

“Sweetheart, let me just say: it is so sexy how you handle those hot sauces,” Eddie’s teasing voice was enough to get him back into a happy mood.

“Your standards for sexy are so low,” Steve said as he walked to the corner to get as much privacy as possible.

“No, it’s just that everything you do is sexy.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“But I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours.”

“Steve!” Sean’s voice came from behind him, large smile lighting up his face. “Sorry to bother you, but would Eddie and the guys like to come on the show as our bonus episode this season?”

Eddie was screaming yes through the phone, much to their amusement.

“So…yes?” Sean asked.

“Yes!” Eddie yelled.

Sean walked away to update the producer while Steve kept talking to Eddie.

“See? Now you’ll get your show, too.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #request #ficlet #stranger things #rock star eddie munson #actor steve harrington #modern au

[ileftmysoulinnorway]

We all had a tough end of the week, so I thought I would put together something about my IWTV set lurking experience in Prague, hopefully to cheer someone up and show you that the people working on our little show are incredible, everything is well thought out, and we have a lot to look forward to.

Locations

I am confident that Prague will be a good substitute for Paris. I love this post comparing Prague's Théâtre des Vampires location with a real Le Grand Guignol in Paris. But similar care is given to other locations as well.

I like to joke that I enjoyed a month-long tour of Prague's most famous landmarks, only to have the actual filming take place in nondescript alleyways right next to them. But it makes perfect sense. They want to capture the nicer and older parts of the city that suit them, but not anything that would tell you it's Prague.

Production design, costumes

I saw them build everything from scratch on several sets. And I'm in awe. From putting up posters that will probably only appear in the background of a single shot, to street names that fit the exact topography of Paris and make sense in the context of the scenes that take place on them, to storefronts that they really didn't have to pay that much attention to, or a menu at Le Dakar Café that you could only read up close, but someone took the trouble to make it anyway?

And maybe this attention to detail is normal, I don't know, but I still think Mara and her team deserve all the praise they get.

S1 showed us how much attention is paid to the costumes. I can assure you that has not changed. All the hats, coats, capes and dresses. I can't tell you how many times I've been pleasantly surprised. By the choice of colors for Lestat. By how beautifully all of Armand's black clothes come to life with little details.

People

There are so many people (and I mean SO many) working on the show and they all know exactly what is expected of them, everything runs like a well-oiled machine. I haven't seen any problems, any conflicts, any excesses.

I'm not under any illusion that everything was trouble-free, but really the only complaints I heard were about the horrendously hellish schedule (I guess that's normal) and then the occasional person wishing they had finished earlier (they never finished earlier).

They are all heroes to me.

Directors

Levan is the only one I saw. He seems so focused and professional. His "rolling...and action" is unforgettable.

Actors

After six locations and about fifteen scenes (and countless rehearsals and takes), I think I managed to get at least some idea of them, and yes, they really seem to be such nice people.

- Jacob, I don't envy him at all the emotional strain of playing Louis, but at the same time I love his portrait of Louis so much.

- Sam's transformation into Lestat is something to behold.

- Assad was the only one present on every set. I don't think we've fully realized how big a role he's going to have (at least in S2).

- Delainey, Ben, Roxane and everyone else 💜

Scenes

They were far from finished when the strike started, but at least (in my opinion) they got to the last block of episodes. 

I'm not going to pretend to have a concrete idea of what to expect from S2 based on what little I saw. But I do have a few guesses, and I'm insanely excited and thrilled. And, in the case of the 1700s flashbacks, totally confused. I can't believe they're going to do so many unexpected things, or other things so soon.

I truly believe that S2 will not disappoint any of us. We just have to wait a little longer. But if this strike means that everyone gets a better deal and the studios are forced to change their ways, it will be worth the wait.

#iwtvphotos&asks

[marksbear]

So I was thinking about yandere reader who fell in love with Steven at first sight. He overheard Steven talk about Egypt and then went to go learn about his likes to know him better. Which leads to them picking the same book by accident and reader asking sub Steven out. They go to his house and it leads to reader saying how perfect he is. Steven is shocked thinking anyone would see him. Which leads to reader kissing all over Steven body and saying what he loves about him such as his eyes when he gets excited,his body when he hunches over to read, his reading glasses. Steven wonders how he knows this when it's only at home but stops thinking when he feels good. And reader asks Steven if he will let him love him forever,how he won't leave him and always make him happy. Steven of course never heard this and says yes and readers says he loves him,wanting to start a family and get married when they fucking.( I just realized this is kinda similar as the last one. Am so uncreative sorry bout that😭😔)-🐻‍❄️

We love a good reverse yandere! Thank you as always for requesting my friend! Please don't be scared to tell me more ideas like you always do!🐻‍❄!

warning! obsessive reader, stalker reader, a bit delusional reader, breeding kink, being called a toy used, breaking in slightly, SMUT, hand job, fingering, spit as lube, kissing all over, nipple play.

SUB STEVEN GRANT X DOM YANDERE MALE READER

Y/n stood next to his friends as they look at one of the pieces inside the museum. The friends was talking and stating their own opinions on the art while Y/n stood behind them day dreaming.

Y/n snaps out of his thoughts and looks around the museum. “It’s boring here we should….“

Y/n trails off spotting a man crouched down by one of the pyramids talking to a little girl. “Actually, you guys stay here.” Y/n says leaving walking closer to get a better look.

“But in there something wicked” The worker says to the little girl pointing at a nearby tomb.

Y/n stands from afar watching the man talk with the little girl until a woman comes giving him things to carry.

As the worker moves to the gift shop register Y/n moves closer not making it obvious.

“Your not the bloody tour guide Stevie—“ The woman says before the worker interrupts “Steven actually I am Steven.”

“Steven” Y/n thinks to himself as he stare at the man.

Y/n felt someone’s arm around him. “Y/n! There you went we was looking for you everywhere!” One of Y/n’s friends says. “Cmon we’re just about to leave. Right after Viktor is done buying some souvenirs.” The friend adds before dragging Y/n closer to the register.

“In Egypt they don’t have these—“ Steven says showing Viktor the product. As Steven talked about Egypt to the group, Y/n leaned against the counter looking at Steven hopelessly.

“Thanks for the facts Steven and have a good one!” Viktor thanks before grabbing what he bought and leaving with the rest of the group.

Y/n’s eyes were glued to Stevens as he thought.

“That tiny crooked smile you have is so gorgeous. Your to kind and beautiful for everyone to be seeing you. No one besides me should ever lay their eyes on.”

The last sentence made Y/n think even harder. Y/n felt like he should be the only one for Steven.

No. He just didn’t felt it he knew he could the only person for Steven.

“Cmon Y/n!”

One y/n’s friends called out to him letting the man get out of his thoughts.

Y/n stares at Steven a bit longer before turning and leaving with his friends, but as he walked he turned his head back to Steven giving him one long glance.

TIMESKIP

Y/n began to learn and stalk Steven. He learned Steven’s work schedule, the usual bus he takes, where his apartment is located and etc. Not just that Y/n learned that Steven had a huge thing about Egypt and the culture so Y/n took it upon himself to learn more about it.

He spends the time when he’s not stalking Steven learning Egypt like going to various places about it and even started to read books about it. Somehow Y/n didn’t know the library he frequently visited was the same place that his crush goes to.

“Where is this stupid book at?!”

Y/n says to himself as he looks for a specific book.

The book the man is looking for was just recently released and apart of this famous book series about the Gods of Egypt.

Y/n had to find this book. He was determined to find it so in case Steven ever rambles to him about Egypt Y/n would know what to say.Y/n finally sees the bright brown book he’s been looking for half the entire day. Y/n reached out for it not noticing that someone is to.

Then both hands meet at the book at the same side hands brushed up against each other.

Y/n’s head turns to the side with a confused expression.

“Oh! Sorry excuse me!…”

Y/n’s eyes flare open once he hears the family voice. Y/n’s eyes meet Steven’s.

“No- Sorry excuse me you didn’t do anything wrong.” Y/n says with the sweetest smile he could muster.

“No it’s my fault.” Steven apologizes again with a tiny frown on his face much to Y/n’s dismay.

Y/n let’s out a low chuckle before taking the book offering it to Steven.

“Here you take it.” Before Steven could argue back Y/n adds in “I assist” Steven hesitantly takes the book from the man’s hands before smiling brightly.

“Thank you thank you!” Steven blurts out even bowing his head a little “Your welcome, but hey can I say something?” Y/n asks. Steven hums in response as a yes.

“Do you think I can take you out? Like for dinner or something?” Y/n asks already having the perfect place in mind.“Yeah! Oh I’m mean sure… As in a date?” Steven questions already smiling to ear to ear. “Yes as a date.” Y/n says with a small giggle.

“I would love to!” Steven responds back. “Great! I forgot shit- My name is Y/n L/n” Y/n holds out his hand offering it to Steven.

Steven takes his hand and shakes it. “Steven Grant” “Steven grant” Y/n thinks to himself as Steven answered.

“Could I see your phone?” Y/n asks with a smile.

“Yeah uhm-let me just get it out.” Steven responds back digging inside his pockets before getting his phone and hands it to Y/n.

Y/n takes the phone and gives Steven his number before handing it back.

Y/n took out his own phone handing it to Steven as he does the same.

“Well then, bye Y/n!” Steven says before leaving with the book tight to his chest. Y/n watched Steven leave with love full in his eyes.

"Thank you to whoever that is up there to bless me with this angel I have a date with."

TIMESKIP

Y/n took Steven to a nice and relaxing vegan restaurant with all kinds of things Steven could eat.Y/n maybe had put every last cent he had into this dinner and god it was worth it. Y/n paid for everything even bought Steven flowers and chocolate.

Now Y/n was walking Steven home with an arm around him as he used his free hand to hold the bouquet of flowers he bought.

“You know… You didn’t had to do all of this for me. We only had met once and you went all out for me.” Steven says quietly.

Y/n only let out a stiff laugh. In Y/n’s mind he was a bit betrayed that the love of his life didn’t recognize him from they “met” But Y/n couldn’t blame him. He was with a lot of people and he was quiet.

Y/n snapped out of thought and responded back to Steven.

“Well I had to. It would had been crazy if I asked you out but didn’t make a effort to persuade you to have another date with me.”

Y/n says hinting to Steven, but sadly Steven didn’t catch it.

The walk went back to its comfortable silence with Steven leading to the way of his house not having a tiny clue that the man behind him knows the route by heart.

“We’re here!” Steven says looking at his apartment building before turning back around to Y/n. “I really don’t want this date to end…Hum would you mind coming up for tea?” Steven asks looking at Y/n with hope full in his eyes.

“I’d love to have tea.” Y/n says with a smile.

TIMESKIP

After both men went inside the apartment and inside Steven’s flat they sat at the dinning table drinking tea.

“Sorry if the tea isn’t good… I tried my best to please you.” Steven says with a light chuckle.

“Steven. I think it’s perfect. You are perfect to me Steven.” Y/n responds back setting down his cup of tea lightly on the table.

“You think I’m perfect?” Steven breathes out mostly to himself.

“Yes. I think your more than perfect. Everything about you is.” Y/n compliments before standing up with his chair. Steven watches Y/n in awe as he moves closer.

“Let me show and tell you how perfect you are.” Y/n says taking Steven’s hands and pulling him up off the chair onto his feet.Y/n holds onto Steven’s hands softly as he pulls him to the bed bed before sitting him down on it.

Y/n kisses Steven’s lips softly as he push him down on the sheets towering over him. Y/n begins to strip Steven out of his clothes pulling each layer off until he’s fully naked.

Steven watched Y/n fully in a trance as Y/n’s lips trailed across his body.

“I love your eyes when you get excited.” Y/n says into Steven’s neck kissing every single spot.

“I love how you try to fall asleep in the cutest ways.” Y/n adds kissing Steven’s body lower and lower. Steven’s heart kept fluttering with each compliment. Steven never had been seen like this. He’s never had been treated like this so right now he’s loving it.

But something was on the back of Steven’s mind.

How does Y/n this about him?

“I love how you hunch over to read and I love your reading glasses.” Y/n says compliments one last time before hovering over him. Y/n moves his hand in between Steven's thighs rubbing and squeezing them before trailing up until he reaches Steven's cock.

Y/n wraps his arms around Steven's cock giving it a few lazy pumps before leaning back down kissing Steven's neck. Steven moans and squirms as Y/n touches him.

Steven begins to roll his hips into Y/n's hands as Y/n pumps his cock.

Y/n's hand began to move faster and faster as he began to lower his head until he reached Steven's chest kissing and biting onto his nipples.

Steven squeezed his eyes shut and head rolled back slowly as he moaned out endlessly. Steven's cock twitched inside Y/n's hand as he felt his orgasm nearing.

"ohh!~ fuck me! Y---y/n i'm close!" Steven moans out moving his hands to Y/n's shoulders holding onto them tight.

Y/n hand jacks off Steven faster before pulling away from Steven's chest to encourage him to cum. "Steven cum for me baby.~" Y/n whispers against his ear. With one last long moan Steven cums hard inside Y/n's hand painting his fingers white.

Steven whipped his head to the side kissing Y/n deeply. As the two messily makeout Y/n used his cum covered fingers as lube pushing them slowly inside Steven.

A light gasp escapes Steven's mouth as he feels Y/n's finger buried deep inside him. Y/n pulled away from the kiss with a smirk as Steven tries to chase his lips.

Y/n moves his finger in and out as Steven tries to tug the clothes off of Y/n.

"P---please take them off!~ I want to feel you~" Steven whines out kissing Y/n's jaw. Y/n giggles at Steven's eagerness before pulling out his finger to take his clothes off.

Steven watches in awe as Y/n pulls off his shirt revealing his body. Once Y/n's hands reached down to take off his pants Steven's hands were already there pulling them off in a hurry leaving Y/n in his boxers.

Steven's eyes were met by Y/n's hard cock bulging inside Y/n's underwear. Steven's cock begins to harden again just at the sight of Y/n. Before Steven could pull down Y/n's underwear Y/n pushes Steven back on his back.

Y/n inserts his finger back inside Steven reaching further and further inside. Steven throws his head back slightly moaning. Y/n carefully adds another finger this time curving and twisting them.

Y/n's fingers rub deeper and deeper inside Steven's walls causing Steven to whine and moan out. Y/n spreads his fingers apart stretching Steven nicely.

Finally once Y/n thought Steven was prepped enough Y/n pulls his fingers out slowly before moving his hands to the band of his underwear pulling them down letting his hard cock spring out.

Steven watches in awe as Y/n spits into his hand jerking off his cock using the spit as lube before crawling between Steven's thighs.

Y/n holds Steven up by his thighs as he grinds his cock against Steven's hole teasing him. "fuck me! please!~ just fuc- me already.~" Steven moans out with a whine. Y/n only chuckles in response, and slowly moves his cock inside Steven.

Thrusting slow and gentle at first Y/n thrust inside Steven carefully looking for any sign of discomfort. Steven's body grinds down onto Y/n's cock as soft moans escapes his lips.

Y/n grips onto Steven's thighs tightly as he rocks inside him back and forth.

Steven felt full and overstimulated. Y/n's cock began rock inside him with a different force lust over taking Y/n. Y/n began to pick up the pace with his thrust no longer treating Steven like glass.

Y/n's cock moved in and out roughly as he abused Steven's hole with his cock.

Steven's moans and cries filled the room with skin slapping against each other from the two men causing the bed to shake alongside some of the books on the shelves.

Y/n moved Steven's legs onto his shoulders as he used his new free hands to grip Steven's waist pulling him up and down onto his cock as he thrust inside him as if he was a toy.

Steven moaned and cried endlessly in pleasure as Y/n used him.

"Steven-- Can I love you forever? Would you let me love you forever really? I would never leave you alone not even for a second. I'll make it my life mission to just make you happy. So would you let me love you?" Y/n blurts out runt inside Steven faster and deeper.

Steven was shocked and new to those words. "Love me forever?" Steven thought to himself even though his brain was in scrambles right now.

"y-yes!~ OhhHh fuck!~" Steven answers with a moan. Y/n's eyes insistently brighten up with a smile on his face. Y/n moves Steven's legs to be around his waist as he moves closer to Steven fucking him even faster.

Steven wrapped his legs around Y/n's waist holding onto his shoulders for dear life.

"I love you Steven! I love you!" Y/n exclaims feeling his cock twitch deep inside Steven. Steven's cock leaked precum showing that he was close.

"I can't wait to start a family together! With my cum deep inside you everyday until you get pregnant!" Y/n says snapping his hips back and forth.

"Then were gonna get married! We'll share last names, and own a big house. Me you and the kids even Gus would be a big happy family!" Y/n says already making plans in his head.

Without warning Steven's cock shoots his load all over the two of them. White streaks of cum kept coming and coming from Steven as Y/n sped up his thrust trying not to leave his husband behind.

"Steven i'm cumming! Fuck! i'm cumming!" Y/n moans out cumming deep inside Steven painting his walls white. Y/n slows down his thrust as he rides out his high finishing his orgasm with a few more thrust before pulling out.

Y/n watched as his own cum leaks out of Steven.

Steven unwraps his legs from Y/n's waist as he breathes heavily. Y/n lays on the side of Steven pulling him close in a tight grip. As Steven falls asleep in Y/n's arms Y/n is wide awake thinking about the future.

I love you Steven Y/n thinks one last time before drifting asleep.

THE END

#steven grant x male reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant #moonknight x male reader #moon knight #x top male reader #x dom male reader #x yandere male reader #marvel x male reader #x male reader #male reader #the bear club

[dailytomlinson]

Louis on Will&Woody, interview by Annalise

Annalise: I wanna start off by asking, do you believe in signs?


Louis: [awkward silence] Oh, nooo, I don’t. I hate to to burst your bubble! I should’ve lied and said yes…


Annalise: I might change your mind—


Louis: Go on


Annalise: Today is my birthday — 


Louis: Happy Birthday!


Annalise: Thank you. Today’s my birthday, on the 27th of July, on the 27th of July One Direction was formed—


Louis: Correct


Annalise: I’m gonna cast your mind back to when you guys did the video diaries back in the day. I thought was a really good idea when I was younger to do video diaries in response, and like, ask questions and, hm, in my brain, I was gonna send to you guys, obviously, I didn’t quite get there, your loss unfortunately, but, for your birthday, on the 24th of December, I actually sung you happy birthday… Here, I got a little bit of an audio to show you this—


Louis: Amazing. Amazing. 


Annalise: [shows audio] Can you hear it?


Louis: I can now.


Annalise: It was your 22nd birthday and today is my 22nd birthday.


Louis: Start of something… The stars have aligned!


Annalise: It’s all meant to be. It’s all meant to be! But I wanted to ask you, when you were first getting into music, getting into this career, did you ever have a moment when you met someone, like… That moment, kinda like I’m having right now?


Louis: [laughs] Hm, I think for me, it’s become most common in my career, when you work with really great songwriters, and I don’t really wanna single anyone out, I’ve been able to work with really great people, but when you’re in the room with someone who’s got real sense of melody, is just, is just, and it’s obviously, as a songwriter myself, that’s really, really, inspiring. Probably, one of the many songwriters I worked with, so…


Annalise: I love… And it’s kinda crazy that now you’re in this area where people are coming to you, for your lyrical abilities and amazingness, kinda leads me… Obviously, your tour is happening at the moment, Australia, sold out in Brisbane, sold out shows in Sydney and Melbourne, wild, amazing! How has it been, touring from four-five guys to by yourself? 


Louis: It’s been amazing. I think this is the best year I’ve had as a solo artist, really really enjoyed. I mean, the process is obviously different from touring with the band versus touring on my own, but also I’m a bit older now, so it’s a bit more different. But yeah, I can’t complain, that’s been absolutely amazing. Eh, you’re gonna come down to any shows? 


Annalise: Would love to come down to any shows! I’m planning to getting tickets to the Tuesday show, because I wanted to get it, like pre-Covid, but then all that happened, and obviously you said it, you schedule and had to cancel—


Louis: Yeah…


Annalise: What was that like? 


Louis: Well… [frustrated sigh] It was a bit strict in a way, because I wanted to carry on doing the rest of the shows, obviously, but stopped me from… because for years, I’ve been wondering what tour might feel like, even tho this has met my expectations even from when we started, before Covid, it just gave me a taste and a bare understanding of what I was going in to and stopped kinda got me worried, so, anxiety.


Annalise: Like, now you’re in this area, where you’re able to do it all again, I know you’re by yourself, like, touring by yourself, I have to say, are there any more perks in comparison to when you were touring with the boys? Like, bigger dressing room now?


Louis: Oh I do, you’re right, I do, I do! Before, when I was in the band, the biggest hotel room used to be shared around, do you know what I mean? 


Annalise: REALLY? So now you get the best hotel room every single time?


Louis: ‘Appy days


Annalise: Even dressing room, speaking off, do you have anything that you have to have? In there before a show, or an specific lolly? 


Louis: I’m really saving my rider to be fair, there’s some really random, random stuff in there, that sits in the dressing room and I’ll never eat. Random, yeah, I should probably, think about it.


Annalise: Just make the most of it! Milk it, you know? Get some like, fresh cakes.


Louis: Fresh cakes? Okay…


Annalise: I’ll cook you some, I’m a great cooker.


Louis: Keep the ideas coming…


Annalise: Also, I wanted to know as well, if you have any like pre-shows ritual? 


Louis: Hm… [laugh] not specific, we all get in a little cuddle, like before— me and the band, before we go on stage, but nothing too specific, really. 


Annalise: [forces voice] ONE TWO TREE WOW!


Louis: yeah, exactly. You know it. 


Annalise: Earlier you were saying how you got into your songwriting, and, obviously, you were one of the people who had, like, when you were in One Direction, the most song credits, in terms of like writing, and obviously written your last album as well, Walls, how has it been in terms of like where you get inspiration from compared to when you were in One Direction?

Louis: Hm… I think, writing for One Direction was very different, it was very, it wasn’t that it was super specific, because was me as part of the band, was kinda easier, kinda like this bedside view of every song without really… Cuz, cuz the thing is, about being a solo artist, you have to overthinking every lyric, every melody, everything, whereas, of course, you’re conscious of that in the band but is just a certain different feeling.


Annalise: Have you ever got to that last stage, with Walls [album], and thought ’No, that has to change, guys. It doesn’t work’? 


Louis: That’s, that’s difficult one as well, there’s also something to be said about what’s been written in the room, on the day, and, there’s sometimes a bit of magic in the room and just… And that’s another thing, it’s very easy to be over with the words you’ve chosen, but actually, there’s something said about just kinda owning with what you did in the room that day. 


Annalise: I love that, I love that, that’s amazing! And so, I’ve heard rumours that you got some new music coming up and have you got anything we can look forward to? Have you got a little clip, can you give us any hints on what to expect on the next set of music you’ll drop?


Louis: Hm…. I think, I’m definitely a lot more confident as an artist, as a songwriter, a lot more confident about the second record than I was the first. In terms of like any hints, I’ve kinda just, I’ve kinda just… Instead of thinking about too many other’s opinions, I kinda just tried to follow my heart in this record and make something that’s gonna stand up to the live show. 


Annalise: Love that, that’s really beautiful, and like, get a real crowd feel when you’re up and about?


Louis: Yeah, I’m so blessed to have such amazing energy at my shows, it’s just about giving the fans an album double stand in that idea.


Annalise: Speaking about your crowd, I’m sure you’ve seen some amazing things at your shows through the years with One Direction and your time as your own on your World Tour, what’s some of the wildest stuff you’ve seen happen while at a show?


Louis: The fans often do, they have their own little projects, that they do, and I think that they share on social media, and they organise these little things like holding the signs, during the concert with the lights, all of that is really impressive. Take some level of organisation, that shit!


Annalise: The whole organisation thing, I used to have a One Direction instagram account called ‘fivecrazymonkeys’ and so, the whole time, do you remember No Control just had massive boost in like, I just remember seeing it all over [insta] gram, ‘Lets get No Control to number one’, I was a part of that, I was a part of that era, the energy that the fans have and the dedication they put into it, is just insane, and I just loved it so much, I can only imagine how you feel.


Louis: Funny you mention that, about No Control, that was, that was something very pointing for me in One Direction. Obviously that was maybe first song the I sung the chorus on?


Annalise: yeah!


Louis: I lead on the song and that was a big moment for me, I really, really, really felt the support from the fans, and to say you were a part of it, thank you. 


Annalise: Oh, no, thank you, it was really nice that we got to see your voice come and shine through, and now having that moment where you’re there, having your own hot solo album, you’re doing your own tours, you’re able to express your own creativity within that is really freaking amazing. Like, very, very, very, well done, so congratulations!


Louis: Thank you.


Annalise: On side note, yeah, I, need to actually ask you, during my vlogs that I mentioned a little bit earlier, I was talking to a room of absolutely nothing and no one was replying, I did had a few questions and I was wondering if you might go through some of the questions my 13 year old self had for you.


Louis: DEFINIETELY! That sounds funny!


Annalise: First one, do you keep your bedroom clean or messy?


Louis: Very messy, unfortunetely. I’m not tidy at all!
Annalise: My God, that would kill me! I’m a formely messy person, so I was messy, now I’m a clean person.


Louis: [laughs] Good for you, good for you


Annalise: Do you still have your childhood teddies? 
Louis: Nooo… No… I can’t even remeber what it was, to be fair, I’m [?]


Annalise: What do you do to keep yourself entertained in a tour bus?
Louis: Am I answering it now, or am I answering as me in the band? 


Annalise: You can answer as both, I’m happy either or, or you can do then and now…
Louis: What, what was the question? Tour bus? Ehh, playstation. 


Annalise: You can have a playstation on a tour bus thats…


Louis: Yeah, you can, yeah!


Annalise: That mind blow me, that’s a fun fact for the day. Have you ever painted your nails?


Louis: No


Annalise: That’s fair. What would you be your favorite thing about Christmas?
Louis: Eh, to be with me family. 
Annalise: I love that. Oh, I love Christmas! Actually, had a follow up question to that: In the UK, is Christmas a big deal? Around that time [that she was 13], I was ‘I wonder if they actually have Christmas lights in their like streets or sit in complete darkness through it’, what was I thinking? [laugh] 


Louis: [chuckles] Yeah, we do embrace the Christmas, yeah, it’s massive, massive.


Annalise: Alright, I do wanna wrap this up with, this is a cheeky request and it’s come not just from me, but Will and Woody, who I work with, fortunately sent me here and have told me that I need to ask you a specific question, and I’m like ‘okay’—


Louis: Go on


Annalise: I’m riling up, so, you know how I mentioned earlier it’s my 22nd birthday, and you know how I mentioned how I sung you happy birthday for your 22nd birthday—


Louis: yeah


Annalise: And I know, I’m sorry you didn’t get to hear it, when you turned 22, but it was the thought that mattered, Louis… Would you please sing me happy birthday?


Louis: Here’s what’s gonna happen: Come to the show, whenever you get the chance, I’ll sing it live for you! 
Annalise: REALLY?


Louis: yeah!


Annalise: Okay, oh my God, it’s a deal! I’m gonna be the girl with a sign and it’s gonna be ‘It’s Annalise from Will and Woody, sing happy birthday to me’


Louis: Perfect, luv that!


Annalise: Thank you so much, hey, this has been amazing. I really, really, really appreacite your time, I appreciate the energy, the fact that you’re even allowed to come and this is a real big thing for me. Yeah, probably never gonna forget it to be honest. So thank you so much.


Louis: Well, thank you for your time, about fucking smashed that interview! Nailed it!


Annalise: Thank you so much, I had a moment where WHERE ARE MY WORDS GOING?? 


Louis: Honestly, think you did amazing! I’ve had a lo of shit interviews and that wasn't one. So yeah, nice one

#will&woody #louis tomlinson #transcripts #longpost #250722 #press #ltour: australia

[asmodeus-archives]

Sentimental Moment In Your Arms

SMIYA- Maylor Fic Teaser + Explanation

This fic is a pre? PRE apology for a future fic in ‘the works’ “Don’t You Hear My Call” <which is a sad/angst fic I suppose it’s very upsetting either way) like WE apologize ahead of time if yall do read Don’t You Hear My Call when it comes out.

Sentimental Moment In Your Arms - (taken from the lyrics of One Year Of Love - A Kind Of Magic)

[tags will be included when we actually post it, but it does have some innuendos to sex but is very fluffy with some angst we guess]

[quick note, my friend and I snagged a new writing buddy for us, he’s given us a lot of ideas and new ways to write and even written some scenes for us for this fic. The dynamics of this new third member is I am the main writer, Aj is the beta reader and poem writer, G is our newest second writer who checks up my work and has written LAVISHING scenes for this fic and Don’t You Hear My Call]

—- “He’s having another one, isnt he dear?” Freddie’s voice nearly stung into Brian as the curly haired male hadn’t noticed Freddie was awake enough to notice, but looking toward him, he could tell Freddie hadn’t exactly been asleep either- it was almost like the two had become their loves sentry’s over the tours and years together, protecting and watching over Roger and John for any sign of distress to be there and even watched over each other at times with being the eldest two.

“They seem to be constant on tours.” Brian’s features furrowed at his own words, he knew it wasn’t just the tours themselves- maybe for the most part- it was the pressure from management and even the fans to keep the shows hot, entertaining and lavish. His hand still twirls a few locks of blond to keep Roger grounded in some way, even while deep in sleep.

“You need to sleep too darling, you already know that though.” Freddie reminded, almost like a parent scolding a child- after all he was the eldest of the four it was more or less a given he must act as such- not all the time though since Brian had always been the more mature one in perspectives.

“I know. At night it’s peaceful, with no distractions for a while at least, which gives me time to truly think clearly and understand how far we’ve come… how we’ve gone from scrappy college kids to here.” Brian hummed, it had been only seven or so years since he first met Roger- five years since Deaky became their permanent bassist- three years since Deaky and Freddie finallt bloody stopped with those longing looks, wishful words, teasing and all that to finally confess, and in that same year- Roger had come to him in the flat Brian shared with Freddie while the latter had been out with John- how that memory came back was quick and vivid- he hadn’t thought of that night in a few weeks, even now he felt that pang in his chest from seeing those once blazing blue eyes having lost any real life more of like a blank stare with no hint of a realization about what was infront of him —-

This should be out actually late tonight or well early morning, assumably 1:30 am based on schedules and packing. So 12 hours from this post .

#maylor #brian may #roger taylor #fanfic #queen band #queen #Everyone is Bisexual

[behindsonglyrics]

hey :) you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but I always thought message in a bottle was for harry ? no ?

No problem anon, I answer all asks I’m just sometimes slow in responding! Originally I had a longer more detailed answer typed out but the app closed on me, which I’m frustrated about. I’ll do a quick summary instead.

Just remember as I always say, I’m not Taylor but so I can’t say anything factual at the the end of the day, but in my personal opinion, it’s not about Harry. Timing doesn’t work, lyrical context doesn’t work, timeline doesn’t add up. He is the mistaken assumption because he was Taylor’s first British boyfriend in 2012 and this song was written in 2012. They had quite a public relationship while Red was released. Naturally people will think that the mention of “London” is a secret tie in link suggesting Harry being the Message in a Bottle muse, but it is often a common misinterpretation when you look deeper in the details:

To keep “shorter” I’ll do the context in bullet-in’s:

Harry doesn’t have freckles, these photos of him were taken in 2012, even the KCA’s which Taylor met him (March 31st, 2012)

Message in a Bottle was worked on in the studio on April 23rd. Which Taylor tweeted about, and she mentioned being in the studio the very next day. It was her very first time working with Max Martin. Harry never flew to London for work while this song was written by Taylor and recorded in April. Instead on April 22nd (a day before she was in the studio making Message in a Bottle) Harry was on stage in NZ, touring and the entirety of April it was Australia:

Taylor mentioned that Message in a Bottle was a song about a crush. Who they had no idea that she liked them. This doesn’t apply to Harry as there was dating rumors about them in early Spring of 2012. The point of Message in a Bottle is that Taylor (narrator) is confessing her feelings to her crush because she was too afraid to tell them in person (fear of rejection) and sounds like future distance was an obstacle to her. She is hoping the person she is confessing her feelings to, one day listens to this song and hears how she feels about them and maybe they could be together. If she did date Harry for a week, he already knew. This song wouldn’t have been made. Since early April was when they rumoured when they dated. It denies the timeline and lyrical context and meaning of the song and goes against everything Taylor publicly had stated.

Max Martin gave public info that confirms it was Maroon 5 (Adam Levine) that interrupted Taylor’s first studio session with Max on April 23rd, 2012 as Max mentioned they were finishing their album. “Overexposed” by Maroon 5 came out on June 20, 2012. In the Lover Journals Taylor talks about working with Max Martin (June 10th, 2012 Lover journal entry) but this session in June in 2012 was actually for I Knew You Were Trouble not Message in a Bottle. Taylor just worked with Max (again) in June.

It is impossible for physical copies of an album to be done one week before an albums release. Confirming to us that Message in a Bottle was recorded, and written by Taylor months before June and confirmation that Adam Levine (Jake Gyllenhaal’s bestie was the one who interrupted the Message in a Bottle studio session.)

Come Back, Be Here (and Treacherous) were written on April 12th, 2012. Harry Styles was touring Australia at this time. No work or reason for him to be in London because his schedule never took him to London when this song was written. Come Back Be Here seems to be about the same muse, who had no awareness that Taylor liked them, even though they liked her. Taylor was visiting New York the same week as Harry further putting the Harry as Come Back Be Here’s rumors to rest…

Message in a Bottle has lyrics implying Taylor lost contact with the muse of Message in a Bottle. It is why she asks them “how is it in London?” instead of directly asking them. She wants to know how they’ve been.

One of the lyrics Taylor asks and wonders if she will ever see them again. Taylor and Harry are both musicians, have mutual friends, etc. Taylor still runs into Harry and consistently did previous years. They attend the same career field events and she saw Harry in September after Red’s completion because they were in touch (numbers exchanged) and began dating.

We are now left with “who is it about?” ….

The only fitting theory is presently Zac Efron:

He has freckles… Both on his nose and a bit light freckles on his cheeks which can also be seen from even afar.

He has sparkly bright eyes that completely stand out in a very evident way…

He was photographed in London on April 23, 2012 for work the same day Taylor wrote Message in a Bottle.

In March he was in New York City then was photographed in London (working) days after while Taylor was touring. Fitting with Taylor’s description about the person she met and suddenly had to go away for work while she was travelling, as they were too. He was in New York and London moving quickly again in April as well because of his tight work schedule.

She hasn’t run into him in 11 years: “wondering if I’ll ever see you again.“

He showed public interest that he liked her even while she was next to him he was making it obvious that he had a crush on Taylor. While Taylor was acting nonchalant and the total opposite (besides publicly admitting he’s cute and almost saying it to him).

Taylor was not rumoured to be dating anyone in January, February, March or April 2012. Besides Zac Efron and Harry Styles in April. There is no public indication or knowledge of Taylor going on dates with anyone else during the timeline we have and written date of the song: the only person who accurately fits the description and timing is Zac Efron, who she did not date.

Both Come Back Be Here and Message in a Bottle context and lyrically indicate it was purely a crush who she never dated and Come Back Be Here expresses that she started to fall in love with them (it hit her) when they left. Which doesn’t work with what we know about Harry and how they immediately (rumored) briefly dated in Spring.

Zac Efron spent late nights working with Taylor to prep the song they wrote about Ellen (“4 AM the second day”), as he was learning guitar since Taylor offered to teach him, and he had confirmed he’s been to Taylor’s house before since he was spending time with her.

~~~ Additional 👀 info/context:

(This one is purely up to you whether you choose to read into it or not) but back during the Speak Now era Taylor would write songs on her arm and lyrics indicating how she currently felt. Weeks before Taylor even met Harry and was still on tour Taylor had a few songs (March) about falling quickly and in love with somebody:

Help Me by Joni Mitchell / a track about falling for someone quickly and new (in love again), who is a “smooth talking ladies man” Joni (narrator) asks the person she’s falling for if they’ll join her in the venture in falling love vice versa. The thing is, when you get in relationships, you give up your freedom, which the narrator Joni is acknowledging to the one she’s fallen for and confessing her feelings to them through song. Wondering if both (and specifically them) will chose to give up freedom to be with the narrator… Similar context to Message in a Bottle and Come Back Be Here about falling, and expressing feelings…

2. Neon Lights by Natasha Beddingfield a song about falling for someone, wanting them to feel their love and see it, sharing laughter and memories which is similar context to Message in a Bottle.

There were other songs on the list too from the tour that was interesting.

~~~~~

END

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[tisthenightofthewitch]

THE MAN BEHIND GHOST – EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH TOBIAS FORGE

We can confidently say that Ghost became one of the most successful, unavoidable (well, it’s safe to say that actually, you can even meet the band on racetracks), and divisive bands in recent years. Catchy and dark tunes, breathtaking stage designs, and show elements… Ghost is now on tour, promoting the new album, “Impera” – before the Madrid show, we had the opportunity to talk with the man behind Ghost, Tobias Forge.

-How are you? How’s your day and tour going so far?

-It goes really well! We are in Madrid today, and yeah… I mean, since January we only cancelled one show, which I’m really happy about so… In these days, when things are very rocky (smiles), to put that way, I’m very happy about every show that happened, and just one show has been canceled out of fifty – I think that’s really good! And you know, we are almost at the end of the first half of the tour, so I feel good, it’s working, that’s great.

-How did you survive the “enforced break” caused by the pandemic?

-For me, it wasn’t all bad, because we’ve already scheduled a year off between March 2020 and March 2021 – I was supposed to make a record during that time. Originally, I was quite stressed.

So, when we ended our tour in March 2020, I was supposed to start working immediately full-time making a record.

And as we saw COVID-19 and everything unfold, we quickly decided that I was just gonna take the pressure off, you know. So, I ended up being home a lot more with my family, and I worked maybe just a few days instead of five days a week. I got a lot of time with my wife and my two children. That was great! I had been on tour for 10 years straight, so I was actually quite happy about that. That was a good feeling. But of course, like everyone else, I felt sorry for all my friends who were suffering, or my parents, my mom who actually sat at home for a year until she could get the vaccine and all. That was hard.

-In 2019 after 10 years you returned to Budapest and gave us a fantastic show – and I’m asking this question in the name of all Hungarian fans: why did we have to wait that long?

-The thing with touring is that you cannot control everything yourself. Everything is depending on opportunities, timing, and all these factors. The simple answer to that would be that the promoter wasn’t asking us to come back.

You know, we are trying to be more frequent, especially in the area where we have been before, like Hungary, where we know that we do have fans,

but in order to make a Hungary show work, ideally, you have to have a full European tour or you have to have shows preferably even further, and that is not always the case. You know, it’s just unfortunate. But we’re trying, I’m really happy that we are actually getting back now as this tour is happening and we managed to get to Budapest because I don’t wanna be as infrequent as we have been.

-I cannot pass the fact that Ghost live shows are breathtaking – do you also take part to design the stage, the show elements, and the costumes?

-I am very-very-very involved with that, yes. If I wasn’t a touring musician myself, I would have wanted to work with stage design, that’s one of my main interests.

-In March Ghost appeared as a sponsor for a NASCAR racer, Bayley Currey. How did the collab actually happen?

-Actually, I’m not a giant motorsport fan. I think it was a “coincidence”, they were reaching out to us and we said, “wow, of course, we wanna do that!” You know, it takes two to tango. You just don’t jump on someone, you need to get the approval first. So they decided that they wanted to do something like that because somehow it also made their profile look cool, or I don’t know. I have no idea why they wanted us. But it was a great thing, looked cool.

-Ghost made a cover for “Enter Sandman” for the Metallica Blacklist compilation. If I know well, James Hetfield himself asked you to make a cover for that classic song.

-The reason why we ended up doing “Enter Sandman” goes back years. In 2018 Metallica got the Polar Music Prize – it’s a Swedish, very honorable, cultural award. So every year a distinguished artist gets that. That year was gonna be Metallica, and we were asked by (I guess) Swedish television or the people behind the award if we wanted to take part in that, and I said yes, of course! I mean I love Metallica, of course, we gonna do that. And they were like “ah okay, great, you should play ‘Enter Sandman'”. I was like “no, can I at least choose myself?” and they were like “no, we want you to open the whole thing up and it needs to be ‘Enter Sandman'”. Alright, wooh.

I just thought about it for a second and I came up with this alternative way of playing the song.

Okay, now I know what to do so of course, of course, we’ll do it. I’ll do it for Metallica. And then, when we’ve done that, we were asked to be part of the Blacklist record and I just figured out the lyrics of “Enter Sandman” – it just sounds a little bit like a lullaby in our version, and I just felt that. We were all also informed that if we gonna partaking this record we need to come up with a charity that we wanna donate the money to.

And I was thinking… I’ve seen a TV program about these transgender camps in America, which were founded by parents, but in order to welcome kids who are afraid of being trans in their normal lives.

So, these camps are the only place where these kids can be themselves. So, I just figured out: well, I really support a cause like that, but I also felt that the lyrics of “Enter Sandman” sounds a little bit like a comforting sort of song for a kid in bed. And then I felt just like “of course, we are gonna do ‘Enter Sandman!'” It feels so natural, and it’s a fucking great song! I think our version is also quite good, so it just felt like a typical no-brainer. We can play it live and every time we play that song live it’s gonna be more money to that. Fantastic! So yeah, it was a great honor to be asked to do it, but it’s also great to do something like that. Just spread some awareness, and support something. You know, I’ve not been great at that before, but hopefully, I can be better at it as we’re going forward.

-The USA could be rocky for European musicians, and Ghost’s satanic theme was also problematic for some groups, especially in the USA. But things are slowly changed in recent years – for example, a few weeks ago Ghost appeared on the Jimmy Kimmel Live! show where you performed “Call Me Little Sunshine”, and the “Impera” album sales are also amazing there.

-Okay, so the thing is that the one country that we’ve been always doing great… has always been America. That was the first country where we started touring and where we’ve been steadily just growing ever since.

Of course, we are not a big, mainstream band, I mean compared to Drake and Kendrick Lamar, but America has always been our sort of main proving ground, where we toured the most. I think it’s actually been more shakey in Europe but like France has always been great, England, Scandinavia… And other places, like Germany, have been harder for us to make things, it’s been slower. Everything changes a little, but… As a growing band sometimes you’re in a weird position, in one country you can sell out like seven-eight-nine thousand seats, and in the country next door, you can do two thousand. Sometimes you know, it’s hard to be balanced that way. It just takes time, it’s just part of it. But America has always been steady, but of course, we’ve become bigger now than we were eight years ago… But I have never seen America as a problem, Europe has been more of a problem then. (laughs)

-You recorded the debut album, “Opus Eponymous” with a session drummer and you played most of the other instruments in addition to vocals. Did the working process change over the years?  

-It is changed for each album. The session drummer that I had in the first album yet played on most Ghost records, but not all. It’s a mixed bag, every now and then I change things around and sometimes I like to play everything myself and sometimes I let other people in.

Sometimes it’s also a practical question, because making a record is a lot of work, and if you have to make all that stuff work in six weeks where I have to play bass and sing, and produce, and do all that.

You don’t have time, there’s just not enough time during the day. My fingers can’t play 8 hours a guitar and 3 hours a bass and sing for two hours. No, I just can’t do that… But, on the other hand, when I write a song and make the demos I play almost everything. At some point I have played almost everything you hear, they’ve sort of gone through my hands. So, yeah, it differs, and one day I might make a record again where I’m playing on everything, even on drums – we’ll see. (chuckles)

Interview by Péter Tepliczky Written by Afrodite Szeleczky

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[official-wonho]

[INTERVIEW] Wonho Has No Regrets And His ‘Bittersweet’ EP Says It All

“So, I couldn’t work out today,” Wonho casually says with a chuckle, as we wrap up a 40-minute conversation. “I tried to put it in between my schedule today, but I didn’t have time. So, I’m planning to do it after the Zoom calls.”

If you don’t know Wonho, it’s very Wonho of him to say that. After all, he is K-Pop’s Adonis — known to be an avid gym rat and a walking thirst trap to many. But beyond the strong looks, chiseled muscles and perfectly toned figure, Wonho’s thoughts on his music and work on this call are only a small, refreshing glimpse to how simple yet thoroughly eloquent he can be.

Seated in a conference room, dressed in a grungy black and white striped long sleeve, and occasionally shifting his gaze from the camera to elsewhere, out of frame — to what seems to be my face projected on a television screen, Wonho’s getup coincides with the sounds of his new lead single “Don’t Regret,” off of his single album Bittersweet. The song takes a shift from his usual pop, dance and electric sounds and leans toward a mesh of rock and ballad. Nonetheless, the “Open Mind” singer is in a good mood to take on this night-long press junket. And it has only just begun.

But he’s used to it by now, considering he’s been in the industry for over seven years. Not to mention, just successfully ended his first-ever European tour last month. (“Besides working out, I like sightseeing the streets of the particular place when flying abroad.”) His tone and tenor contains a sense of excitement, knowing he has new music to release just five days away.

Bittersweet is the name of his newest single album, and it contains two tracks, “No Regret” and “On & On,” both co-written by him. Ahead of the release, Uproxx got a chance to catch up with Wonho to discuss the album, the process and how it feels to be standing strong in the K-pop industry.

In the process of going from tour to preparing for your comeback, how do you do it all?

When it comes to my work schedule, the distribution of the work schedule is always well-coordinated by our company. For example, I came back to Korea and I practiced and then right before this interview, I had to film the promo – those liners and content and other Korean content/video contents that I had to shoot. Now, I’m on Zoom right now.

What made you want to name it Bittersweet?

So, it’s just about my story. I just wanted to tell my story – put my story in it. I was thinking of what kind of performances I can show myself while being trendy so I tried to incorporate those too in my mind.

Compared to your last releases, “Don’t Regret,” is more of a rock ballad, how did this come about?

So, I’ve always loved the genre of rock and I really enjoy it more these days because I know that rock is pretty trendy and famous in the music industry. I’m enjoying the music of 5 Seconds of Summer and Fall Out Boy at the moment!

Would you say “Don’t Regret,” is a personal motto you follow?

It’s a saying to myself that makes me look at the person rather than dwelling on the past itself. And it’s like a new challenge, from now on, to move forward as an artist and as a person too.

So, “Don’t Regret” is more of celebrating one’s self and “On & On” is more of moving on?

I would say it depends on how the listener and you interpret it? It is one of the themes that the song (“Don’t Regret”) has. Different people perceive it so I’m very happy that you interpreted it a particular way. It’s another interesting thing to me and you’re right on track about “On & On,” it’s talking about the past, moving forward.

And speaking of “On & On,” I actually made this song thinking about YUNHWAY from the beginning. I contacted her saying I really wanted her to do a collaboration with me. And the process itself was very smooth. The idea just came in, then the speed of the whole process of making this song was very quick.

What would you say is the best part of preparing for this release overall then?

I was very happy that I could give out the songs with this – the lyrics itself and super happy that I’m able to give out 2 songs to my fans. Before the release, so my fans wouldn’t know it right away but once they hear the song and see the lyrics, I’m pretty sure they will be happy.

For the lead track, I usually have the melody and the song itself. And I would often have the basic ideation of the lyrics so I would put it into the song itself that I needed first.

Any struggles?

When it comes to using different words or unique phrases that I wouldn’t often use, I find it kind of difficult. I still have a lot to say, still have a lot to share. It’s one of my agonies and I keep thinking to myself how would I express this in my music?

Since you just talked about expressing, you’ve been replying to your fans a lot on Twitter. How important is communication to you as an artist?

Wonho: If I didn’t have that, there’s no point in being an artist for me. I love hearing phrases like “I will always be by your side, Wonho.” Those are the most memorable notes I keep from my fans and having it brings me full support, strength, and energy. One of the driving motivations for me.

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[pricemarshfield]

a little evil

[Image ID: the shadow of a woman with devil horns against a wall, colorized red and with the text “a little evil” on it. End ID.] (Image Source: original source site no longer up (Potaca.com), found on Pinterest.)

Pairing: MC x Poppy

Rating: M for milder-than-canon-typical sexual content (minors still DNI).

Word Count: 4068.

Summary: A canon-ish imagining of right after the final scene of Queen B, or: resolved emotional tension for the Poppy route. Requested by anon.

Warnings: Second person POV, drinking (not to the point of getting drunk).

Created For: @anyfandomfluffbingo​, filling out the “I guess today’s my lucky day”, drinking buddies, and public sex squares.

Read on AO3 here or below the cut.

The day of graduation, you and Zoey move as fast as your six-inch heels will carry you on your way to the ceremony. "Would you slow down?" you say, eyes more on your own feet than on any of the big ceremony here for her (and the rest of the student body, of course). It doesn't help that her muscles still ache from a night spent with Poppy, and then from staying up just thinking about it.

Zoey looks back at you with a wide smile, somehow not missing a single step. "I can't, Mom's got me on a tight schedule. Graduate by noon, day drink at the afterparty until dusk, and then the tour bus leaves at midnight."

"Don't tell me she's coming on the road with you."

Zoey's eyes go wide in horror. "God, no. Bunk beds and crappy dive bar food with no one to talk to but each other sounds like the set up for an episode of Snapped. But now that she's taking me seriously, she's showing me the tricks of the trade. We're meeting up in LA to prep for some label meetings." She leads the way up the stands and makes a beeline for Felicity who has, surprise, surprise, managed to secure the entire front row for herself.

"You're late," Felicity says, not looking up from her pamphlet.

"That's on me, Momma Wade," you say with a charming smile, on the off-chance she does glance over. "After everything we've been through, I'm having a little trouble saying goodbye to this place."

"You get used to it," says a familiar voice from behind you, and you turn to see Luis and Hayley climbing the bleacher steps. "Plus you get one hell of a reunion when you come back. I've only been gone a year, and my Alpha bros went nuts!"

With the same ditzy smile as her sister, Hayley adds, "OMG, I can't wait! Ohio still has no idea I'm here."

Zoey blinks rapidly a couple times, looking puzzled. "Wait...Hayley, if you graduated last year, shouldn't Ohio have graduated too?"

"People think that all the time, but I'm actually one minute older, so I get to do things one whole year before her."

That gets Felicity to look up at them at last. "Oh, honey. That is not how that works..."

"Maybe I could be of some assistance. After all, in another life, I was a professor."

"Ina!" Looking over your shoulder at the familiar voice, you see Ina following Luis and Hayley up the steps. "What're you doing here?"

Your old professor smiles, looking more relaxed than she has in months. "Celebrating the end of an era. The day that my students embark upon the world was always one of my favorites. Congratulations to you both."

"We won't be embarking on anything if they start without us. C'mon!"

Zoey hurries you down to the field, and before you split up to go to your seats, you give her a hug on the sidelines. "The next time I see you, we'll officially be one degree hotter."

"Like we need it," she says, beaming.

As you settle into your seat near the rest of the H's, Steinhelm takes the podium, looking every bit of 'let's get this over with'. With all the razzle dazzle of a kid's birthday party magician, she whips out her cue cards and starts to read verbatim. "'Graduates and honored guests, we've gathered here to celebrate the outgoing class of 2021--'"

Ford starts off the chaos, screaming, "Momma, we made it!"

All around you, the graduates start to cheer, and from the stands, you see Luis and some of the other returning Alphas raise their shirts to show 'GRADATES' spelled across their chests.

"That's not even spelled right!" Steinhelm says, mouth falling open in shock, somehow? This isn't even gonna be the worst thing to happen today, guaranteed.

Luis yells to the stage over the noise of the crowd. "Tripp's flight got cancelled. He was the 'U'."

Steinhelm's fingers blanch as they grip the sides of the podium, and you hear her heave a heavy sigh. In a quiet voice that still gets picked up by the mic, she says, "Stick to the script, Marguerite. It's almost over. Ahem. 'This year's crop of graduates are some of the brightest, most amazing trailblazers--'"

"Byew byew byew!" Carter yells, clearly having the time of his life.

You're hardly going to pass up an opportunity to let loose before college ends, so you join in with a loud whoop.

"That's it!" Steinhelm balls up her cue cards and throws them in the crowd, hitting Clint Burton in the face, full-force.

"Ow, my eye!"

"You wanna know the truth? I hated every second of this year! Namely because I was undermined at every turn! I cancelled the Person to Watch Award and shut down that awful blog...seconds later, it was back and worse than ever!"

Chloe raises her hand, as though there's the slightest chance of her being called on, and then starts talking anyway. "Okay, but, like, without The T, how else were we supposed to know who we're better than?"

Ignoring her, Steinhelm continues, "I banned parties, and the Alphas threw the biggest rager Belvoire's ever seen--"

"Oh, BTDubs, I talked to the national chapter, greased a few palms, and they told me to tell you...'suck it'," Liam says, trademark smarmy grin on his face.

The brothers whoop and cheer, and you watch as Steinhelm's existential crisis sets in. "I give up. You're all just a bunch of spoiled brats that are going to make the world a worse place...and the only saving grace is that I'll be dead long before any of you affect the world in any meaningful way. Now, in an effort to get you off of my campus as quickly as possible, allow me to introduce the student you voted as class speaker..." She rips open an envelope perched on the podium with the soulless, glazed-over gaze of a woman who got into education to make a difference. "And...of course, it's Bea Hughes."

Sweet.

The crowd erupts in cheers and applause as she sulks over to the chair waiting for her on the stage, and you make your way to the podium. "You all voted for little ol' me? Oh, you shouldn't have!"

Poppy jumps up from her seat and storms the stage, ripping the mic away from you. "We didn't. This 'vote' was faker than Ohio's bottom lip!"

"Well, I did," Carter says with a smile. "Bea killed it this year!"

Emi sits up to her full height to be seen over the rest of the crowd. "I voted for Bea too! She always knows what to say to soothe the savage beast within!"

"And who the eff are you?" Poppy hisses, nostrils flaring.

"...Emi Less? We had Stats together, and you told me to calculate the odds of you remembering my name?" She frowns. "...they weren't very high."

Erik interrupts her. "Bea! Bea! Bea!"

The chant slowly picks up speed until the entire crowd is cheering for you to take the stage. And you can't let your adoring audience down, now can you? "Sorry, Pop. The people have spoken." You grab hold of the mic and then give Poppy a shove before you can think too much about it, sending her over the stage's edge and right into Clint Burton's lap.

"Ah, my nuts!"

Jeez, overshare, much? You wait for the crowd to settle before looking out at the sea of your peers. "I've spent most of this year hunting down haters and making them own up to why they didn't like me. Most of them were full of it...but after hearing their stories, I can't think of a better way to end my time here than by telling my side of things. Without a doubt, Belvoire introduced me to some of the worst people I've ever met."

Your eyes flick to Poppy, almost involuntarily, thinking back to your first meeting. First and last memory of Belvoire, indeed.

"But it also introduced me to some of the best." You smile at Zoey, who waves a hand like you're in The Princess Diaries at the crowd who turn to stare at her and get a picture for their Picta. "My first days on campus were practically perfect. I mean...who else can say they've danced with Jaylen Riaz and watched Poppy throw a hate-fueled tantrum?"

"I forgot about that! She was all--" Liam rushes into the aisle so everyone can see before throwing on his best scrunched-up Poppy face, taking his voice up an octave, and stomping his foot. "'No. No! Everyone, shut up! This is all some sick joke!'"

Carter's laughing a little too much to make his impression of himself convincing, but it's so charming, you're sure no one cares. "Hey, 'babe'! Did you like the performance? I really worked on my dancing--"

"'How dare you help her, you stupid, ugly, pathetic idiot! We're officially over!'"

Poppy's pushed herself off of Clint by now, and her face is flushed red with rage. "One more word, and you'll sound like that permanently, Gill."

"I even bonded with woman's best friend..." You open your purse, and Cutiepie pops his head out, eyes wide at the attention. He barks once, and the crowd melts.

"He's so cute!" Abigail coos, finally showing something other than love of all things gothic.

"But the longer I spent on campus, the more immersed I got in the inner workings of Belvoire. The takedowns and overzealous fans...no matter what came my way, I rose to every challenge." You pause, wondering whether you should mention the gala...but nothing that happened there was fun, not really, so you skip to the good part. "Not to mention when I kicked Poppy's ass and introduced her to the family of algae growing at the bottom of the fountain.

Trixie's mouth drops open. "Damn...I always knew Helena was a savage."

"Now that I think about it, this is the first year where there hasn't been a Person to Watch Award in the school's history..."

Steinhelm brightens at that. "That's right! Maybe I did manage to do some good this year--"

"Soooo I'll take it upon myself to crown one and continue this great tradition!"

"Never mind."

While Steinhelm silently has an aneurysm, you detach the mic from the podium and observe the crowd. Not like you need to; there's only one person here you'd even consider giving this to. "I personally award the Person to Watch Award to Zoey Wade! She's about to take the world by storm, and in ten years, you're all gonna be telling people how you went to school with the Zoey Wade!"

The crowd cheers again as Zoey beams and basks in the well-deserved attention. "Oh, stahp."

"This year has been one for the books. I ruled over you as your first new queen since the beginning of Poppy's reign...which Poppy responded to by going into literal mourning."

"I had that dress burned the second she took it off," Veronica says, mostly directed at her livestream but loud enough for everyone to hear. "You're all welcome."

"And I've done everything I could've hoped to secure my throne, including banishing a less-than-loyal subject..." Your eyes flash over to Michael's empty chair. Rest in pieces, creep. "Making famous allies and putting fake allies in their place." For just a moment, you get stuck on thinking about cherry-bloody Poppy, but you brush past it. "I got in touch with my roots, unveiled the coward cosplaying as the fox in my henhouse, and showed everyone that if you're coming for the queen, you'd better not miss."

"Bro..." Ford says, looking up at you adoringly, which is only like...60% weird. "Bea saved me from the ultimate embarrassment. For real, we all need to bow down."

"Not to mention that hog wrestling thing was kinda hot."

Uh, good to know Carter's into country girls. You'll have to introduce him to some of your cousins who aren't gay. Anyway, back to the speech; it's your moment, hello? "Every incredible moment was all thanks to the fans that believed in me, voted for me, and semi-stalked my every move. But now it's time to move on to my next epic adventure, starting with launching my own company! It's time to take the skills I've learned in managing my own image and expand on a global scale."

"Would you wrap it up, Farmsville?" Poppy says, studying her nails with a poorly-feigned nonchalance. "I'd like to graduate before the school year starts again."

You roll your eyes and head to the edge of the stage to look at your adoring public one last time. "It was a wild ride going from the rolling plains of Farmsville to here, and I'm going to miss each and every one of you--"

"Me too?" Crispin asks.

Barf. "Like I said, I'm going to miss almost each and every one of you...but the person I'm going to miss the most is Poppy Min-Sinclair." Here goes nothing. Or everything. Your heart's in your throat but you've come this far, gotta see it through. "And I know she'll miss me too."

A gasp goes up from the crowd, and as you leave the stage to make your way to where Poppy stands fuming, every eye on the field lands on you two. Her teeth clench as she growls out, "Take it back, right now, Farmsville."

Oof, that's gonna hurt when the adrenaline stops pumping long enough for you to process it. In a low voice, just for her, you say, "No." Her eyes don't suddenly soften, her scowl doesn't slip into a smile, but her expression shifts, still furious but--calculating, enough that you find the courage to continue. "After two years at each other's throats, there's just one thing I need to say, here and in front of everyone..." Deep breath. You've got this. "Poppy, it's always been you. From the moment you first insulted me on the quad, there's just been this spark between us."

"It's called loathing. If you bothered to visit a single English class this year, you'd know that."

Poppy doesn't break your gaze as she says it, though, and you're stupid enough to hope that means something.

"I loathe you too, Pop."

Before she can get another word in edgewise, you grip the back of her neck and pull her in, crushing your lips to hers and tangling your fingers in her hair with a passionate kiss. She bites your lip again, the same spot as last night. You're reluctant to pull away, but you do have to graduate, probably, so you do, hurrying back onstage before handing the mic back to Steinhelm with a smile.

"Alright, Dean Steinhelm, go ahead and take us out."

"If only..." She steps up to the podium and waves her hands over the crowd with all the energy of just a shell of a woman. "With the power vested in me by your tuition payments, I now pronounce you Belvoire's graduating class of 2021. Now get the hell off my campus before I call the cops."

Ford rips his shirt off. Chloe jumps up, locking her legs around Carter's waist, and maybe you'll have to rethink introducing him to your cousin. You bound down the stairs of the stage, leading the way to the afterparty to celebrate saying goodbye to Belvoire University one last time. That's the plan, anyway, until you feel a grip on your arm, tight enough to bruise, yanking you out of the party procession.

"Ow! Who the hell do you--"

"What the fuck was that about?"

Poppy's not madder than you've ever seen her; that still goes to confronting her about Art Nakamura in the fountain, with losing Apodeia at a not-so-close second. But she's pissed, eyes boring into you with such malice that a lesser woman would've shrunk back. You're kind of tempted yourself.

"Well? Your own self-importance got your tongue?"

"No," you snap. "Guys, go on ahead, we'll join you."

Zoey looks at you with such pity in her eyes, and you kind of want to flip her off, but you know it wouldn't be that satisfying, since she's definitely right to pity you. Also, Felicity might kill you, and you'd rather not take that chance. Carter looks like he wants to stay and see how the chaos plays out, Veronica's got her phone out and is not-so-subtly taking pictures, and even Ina's half-smiling.

But they leave eventually, leaving you and Poppy alone on the edge of the field, Steinhelm walking past you and refusing to look at either of you.

"I--"

The thing is, you have no idea what to say. That you didn't mean it? Too cowardly, not after you've gotten this far. That you said it to fuck with her? A lie, and one no one would believe. That you meant every word?

Terrifying. But you're not backing out in the final quarter, so you take a deep breath and say, "I said what I've wanted to for ages, Poppy."

Poppy hasn't let go of your arm this entire time, and a thrill runs through you when she only tightens her grip, shifting closer to you. "Why?"

"Huh? What do you mean, why?"

"Why did you want to say it?"

You roll your eyes and pull away. "Whatever. I'm not feeding your massive ego more than I already have. You have my number if you want to reach me and actually talk about us."

"There isn't an us!" Poppy calls after you, and you let it roll off your back with only a little misery.

The sound of heels on Belvoire's cobblestone pathways follows you. You refuse to look back, give her the satisfaction of knowing she gets to you (more than she already knows, anyway). She follows you all the way back to the party house, a place you're pretty sure Liam's renting as a way to apologize/grovel for forgiveness. Or bought, actually, knowing this crowd.

To his credit, the bouncer doesn't ask any questions, just steps aside and lets you both walk in. You make a beeline for the bar, feeling in your bones that you need a drink before you can even start to have this conversation. Poppy slips onto the stool next to you, staring at your face with an intensity that's unsettling, and a little exciting.

"Can I just get a beer?"

Poppy rolls her eyes. "Seriously? Has your taste not evolved at all?"

You turn to look at her fully for the first time since ignoring her. "What do you want?"

"For you to answer my question! And a pomegranate martini."

That does actually sound kind of good, but you keep your expression annoyed anyway. "Oh, goody, I guess today's my lucky day since you won't fuck off. Do you need me to pay? I know money's tight, and I'm nothing if not a good date."

"This isn't--" Poppy glowers at you, cutting herself off. "My question?" You blink at her, confused, and she makes a quiet, frustrated noise, grabs both your drinks, and drags you into another room under the eyes of literally everyone. Well, more like a closet, but it's big enough that you're not touching, though you're close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of her. "Why did you say it?"

"I already told you, Poppy," you say, opening your beer and wishing you'd ordered something stronger. "I said what I've wanted to for awhile."

"So after you already beat me, you just--what, decided to confess you have feelings for me in front of the entire school?"

"What do you care?" you hiss. "We graduated. You don't have to see any of them ever again if you don't want to, so sorry if you're embarrassed, but--"

"I'm not embarrassed," Poppy says, getting further into your space, enough that your noses brush. "I'm mad. I don't need you trying to manipulate me for--what, every last bit of clout you'll get as the benevolent former Queen? Forgiving anyone, I see that you're playing right into your brand. Well, fuck you. I'm not going to be your pet project--"

"What the fuck? No, that's not--you think I'm trying to use you for my image?" 

It's not the dumbest thing you've ever heard Poppy say, but it's coming pretty goddamn close. You're not appearing like some angelic saint here; you're being honest with a group of people in a way that makes your heart race, makes you terrified, makes you want more than anything to have done this over a quiet night in. Except you were never going to, not with her. She wouldn't have listened to you.

Except that she's listening now.

"You're...not? No, that's bullshit. I know what I am, there's no way."

"It's not bullshit. Yeah, I know you're kind of a monster, but--"

"Rich and bitchy is your type?"

"But I care about you, asshole. Maybe I shouldn't! Hell, I know I shouldn't. But I do. And I'm not taking it back."

"You don't mean that. Really?"

Poppy seems genuinely confused, and the stupid, sentimental part of your heart (which is, to be honest, most of it) breaks at it. "Poppy, I like you, okay? Nothing more than that, no plots or schemes or anything. It's not--I'm sorry I did it like that, since you clearly--hated it, and me, but I just...it was stupid. I'm getting out of--"

"You mean that." She says it like she's just realizing it herself.

You sigh. "Yeah. Of course I do."

Before you can open the door, Poppy puts her hands on yours over the handle, shocking you into stillness. "Don't--give me a second to think."

"Don't give you a second to think?"

"You know what I meant, bitch." You do, and the insult's not said with her usual venom, so you wait for her, trying not to be obvious about the way you can't look away from her face, the little furrow between her eyebrows that means she's concentrating, the way her drink has oh-so-slightly stained her bottom lip, her fingers lacing through yours. "I'm not--used to that."

"To...?"

"To--people meaning what they say," Poppy says, and then rolls her eyes at nothing, glaring at you like you've done literally anything to piss her off. "When they say things like that. I don't..." She pauses, and you let her, much as you want to interrupt her and tell her you do mean it, you do, beg her to listen to you, to see you-- "I don't know what to do with that."

"What, and you think I do?" You laugh. "Poppy, my first and only other relationship ended because she moved out of town and just didn't tell me. And I was 14, so it barely counts. This is--terrifying. Not that you're--actually, no, you are terrifying. But you're good terrifying. This is...I feel like I'm going to fuck up and ruin things. I feel like I have." 

"You haven't," Poppy interrupts. "I'm not promising anything, but you haven't ruined it. Yet. I'm sure you can find a way."

"Oh, fuck you," you say, a little confused and a lot happy, and you pull her in. Poppy melts into it, softer than she has in any of your other trysts, arms winding around your neck. With her heels on to your sneakers, you're of a height to each other. It makes it easier to pull her in, hands on her hips. Poppy pulls back, though she doesn't stay gone for long, pressing quick, sweet kisses to the column of your throat, taking your breath away. "You do--ah--realize this door doesn't lock, right? Anyone could walk in?"

"Let them," Poppy says, voice low, sending a shiver up your spine. "You already told everyone something's happening. Show them how much you need me."

And she sounds, just a little, like she wants you to show her, too, so you grab her hand, press a quick kiss to her palm to watch her shiver, and bring it up your skirt. "I need you. Only you. Always been you, Poppy."

She kisses you again; you can feel her smiling into it. You can't help but smile back.

#anyfandomfluffbingo #queen b fanfiction #poppy x mc #poppy min-sinclair #queen b #my fics #fic: a little evil #playchoices #mc x poppy #bea hughes #oc: daija hughes #request

[talkingharrystyles]

She was served custody papers in front of 1000 people and the entire world saw it. She is being accused of not being a good mom to her kids and constantly leaving them. And she’s now on vacation instead of being with her kids. She really is a fucking moron. Also this proves my point from the very beginning that this stunt is more important to her then her kids. Like you got served custody papers while you were at work because you were dodging the process servers and now you want to be on vacation instead of being with the kids that you could lose custody of. Like she’s actually not that smart.  so Jason is done filming Ted Lasso and since it is his week with his kids I’m assuming that they are already back in New York.  I have said from the beginning that they are not going into press for this movie with the stunt still going on. They will end it before the movie comes out. My theory is that we will either get the break up article either before tour Or sometime during tour.My guess is sometime in July or August. The movie comes out 22 September promo for a film normally starts about a week or two before the movie actually comes out. Harry has a 6 day break between 15 September and the 21st. And another break from the 21st to the 25th. That is not a lot of time for him to do any type of promo especially with the cast. I am thinking that since he will be in New York for the first break he will do a couple New York talkshows and do most of the promo for this movie remotely via zoom. So I’m guessing and hopefully I’m correct we will probably get a break up article in mid july- early august. That will leave a little bit of time before press starts and it will drum up even more Talk to the movie. The reason I don’t think this will last until after the movie is Because Harry instead of making time in his schedule to promote this film that he is the lead of and it is first leading role he littered his schedule with a bunch of concerts. Instead of having to be there and having to work with her again to promote this film he would rather do concerts and not even take time. We all know how you could’ve cleared a week or two in his schedule to promote this phone but that he didn’t. I also see while I’m looking at these tour dates is that Harry has a two week break in October which leads me to believe that that is going to be around the time that my policeman comes out. We all heard it was having a full release and I find it very interesting That Harry couldn’t clear his schedule to promote don’t worry darling but clear over two weeks to promote my policeman. We have all seen but Harry has done the bare minimum for the stunt but Harry is also doing the bare minimum for this movie. Florence Pugh has a fuck ton of movies that she is going to be filming this year and next year so we have no idea if she’s going to be able to promote this movie as much and so does Gemma Chan. So with the three of them not promoting I wonder what’s going to happen? Florence start filming dune part two in July and Gemma has a series that she’s filming as well so who knows

Olivia wants to be famous and apparently she doesn’t care about losing her own children to get it!!!

#fauxlivia #holivia is fake #holivia #pr stunt #publicity stunt #holivia stunt #publicitystunt #pr relationships #holivia pr stunt

[starshine-hockey-girl]

Congrats on the 300 followers 🎉

I would love Lex and Teddy with 22 "Who said this is a good idea?"

I changed the phrase slightly

For those who want to see how they began-

Summer 2019

Lex sat on the small bed and sighed. They had just arrived in Paris on an early morning flight from London. He swore that the room looked bigger in the pictures. He had been so proud that he had planned the trip without much input from Teddy. To be honest, he had booked flights and hotels. With the exception of the tickets to Wicked, Teddy had planned the daily itineraries. He couldn’t even complain about them. They were detailed, organized and alternated between a busy, full day of sites and a lazy, unplanned day of relaxation. Teddy called them days to “soak up the culture”. 

Teddy stood in the doorway to the bathroom and smiled. “It’s cozy, Lex,” she tried to make the best of it, “I love it.” She took a step to the window and looked at the Eiffel Tower. “The view is lovely.” 

“Bliss,” he laid back and spread his arms wide. His arm span exceeded the width of the bed. His feet hung over the edge of the bed.  He sat back up and reached to touch her arm. “It’s tiny,” he whined, “It’s so small.” She turned to look at him and saw the look of misery on his face. 

“Do you want me to get us a different room? A bigger room?” she asked sweetly.

“Can you? You know- work that Teddy magic? he asked expectantly. 

Within the hour, they had checked out of the hotel Lex had selected and were being escorted to their suite in the five star hotel that Teddy secured. There had been a war of credit cards at check-in which ultimately Teddy won. “I have not paid for a single thing on this trip- nothing- so let me pay for the better room. I may have splurged just a bit too,” she insisted. Lex could tell right away the hotel was WAY more expensive than his selection. His jaw dropped as the door to the suite opened up. The large suite was bright and airy. There were Eiffel Tower views from every window. Duplex Suite at Shangri-La Paris

“Where’s the bed?” he asked as the bellman pointed to the stairs which led to a large bedroom upstairs. Even Teddy’s jaw dropped as the bellman opened the door to the private terrace with an amazing Eiffel Tower view. Lex tested out the bed and found it to be large enough. Teddy walked out onto the terrace while Lex tipped the bellman generously. He found Teddy and wrapped his arms around her body as she stared at the Eiffel Tower. “Thanks for the upgrade, Bliss,” he kissed her neck, “How far behind have I thrown us off your schedule?” She grinned, “Actually we are not behind at all. We don’t really have anything planned until this evening. If you are hungry, I have a few restaurants that I want to try. Other than that we can take a stroll or nap.” She turned her head and winked, “We will need our rest for tonight. I do have a couple of things planned.”

“Lunch and then a nap sound perfect,” he smiled. 

LATER THAT EVENING

“Lex,” she said as he gathered his things and put them in the backpack, “Don’t forget your jacket."

“Bliss, I am already in a sweatshirt and sweating,” he whined. 

“Just put it in the backpack or don’t whine later,” she responded, “It will be cold down there.” He rolled his eyes and zipped up the backpack, which did contain her jacket. There had been quite the debate in Dallas when Teddy had insisted that Lex bring a couple of sweatshirts and a jacket for the trip. They had proved to be invaluable on some rainy days in England. Why he was balking at wearing them in Paris confused her. 

At the entrance to the Catacombs, a young gentleman held up a sign that simply said “Oleksiak”. Teddy and Lex walked up to him and Teddy greeted him, “Bonsoir, I’m Teddy and this is Lex. Are you our tour guide?” 

He looked up at Lex and said, “Yes, I am. Come with me.” They were led past the line that snaked around the building. Julian, the tour guide, marveled at Lex’s size as Teddy tried to explain that Lex played hockey and not football or basketball. They held hands as Lex followed Julian down the narrow, spiral stairs to the catacombs.

"How many steps are there?" Lex questioned as he struggled to navigate the steps that did not accommodate his large feet. His broad shoulders barely fit.in the stairwell.

"131 stairs on the way down," Teddy answered.

"Ugh," he whined.

"If it's any consolation, there are only 112 going back up," she tried to joke.

"Who thought this was a good idea?" He looked back and teased, "Sure, let's take the Big Rig and send him into tiny, underground catacomb."

"Your beautiful and awesome girlfriend who you love so much?" she answered.

He smiled and pulled in her for a kiss, "It's a good thing I adore you. Hey, we only have 70 more steps to go!"

"That's the spirit, Lex," she cheered.

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[samkiszkasfacialhair]

It’s My Heart She’ll Keep

It’s My Heart She’ll Keep

Pairing: Jake Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: Jake proves his love with the ultimate gesture.

Warnings: Mentions of sex

Word Count: 3.5k

You and Jake have been married for almost a year now. Greta Van Fleet had taken an unofficial hiatus from touring so that you and Jake could enjoy married life together for a bit before things picked up and became hectic again. You loved lazy days with Jake and days where the two of you would just go to the store to get home decor or go out to eat. No schedules, no deadlines, no living out of suitcases. Normal life. The time off had been amazing but you knew Jake was itching to get back out on the road again and you missed seeing him live his dream.

You laid in bed next to Jake with your head on his chest, watching TV. He had his phone in his hand and his left arm resting on top of your head as he texted. 

“Who are you still talking to? It’s 1 in the morning.” you asked, laughing a little.

“Josh,” he answered casually.

“About what?”

“Just trying to figure some stuff out.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Work stuff.”

“Mmm, boring.” you said softly.

Jake giggled underneath you and you felt him take a deep breath.

He stuttered, “Actually, there’s, there's something I want to ask you about.”

You sat up on your elbow and put your hand on his chest, giving him a worried look. He sighed and began. 

“So, I’ve been throwing around ideas with the guys lately but I want to make sure it’s okay with you first.” 

You gave him a concerned look and he grabbed your hand and started playing with the diamond ring and gold wedding band on your left hand, spinning them around your finger. He was looking down at them. You knew he was nervous because he wasn’t looking you in the eyes.

“It’s nothing bad, don’t worry. It's just that, we were talking about, maybe,” he looked back up at you. “Maybe, going back on the road again. You know, to tour the album.” He looked nervous. He knew you loved the quiet, little life the two of you had created together and he wasn’t sure how you were going to react to his proposition.

“Well, what do you want to do?” you asked.

“I kind of wanna do it. I miss it.” He replied, breathing out deeply. “But I know you love this. What we have here.”

“Jake, if you want to do it, I’m not going to stop you. This is your job. This is what you love. You should do it.”

He sighed and looked back down again, fiddling with your rings. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” he said quietly.

You lifted his chin so his eyes would meet yours. His eyes looked tired and sad. There had been times where you stayed home while he was away. Tour was a lot for you and at the time, you had your own life and your own job to worry about. It was hard being away from each other and Jake hated every second of it. He would call you before shows, after shows, on his days off, and randomly at night when he couldn’t sleep. Your heart would break when you would hear “Hi baby, can you talk me to sleep?” from him on the other end of the phone at 5 in the morning, your time. 

You quit your job last year to focus on the wedding and spending time with Jake. And to be honest, he made good money. You didn’t need to work and it made Jake happy knowing he could provide for you. 

You rubbed your thumb on his cheek as his eyes silently begged for you to say something back. 

You smiled, “I wouldn't miss it for the world,” you said as you leaned in to kiss him. He dipped his head down to meet yours and you could feel him smiling into the kiss.

Even though touring took a lot out of you, you loved it. You loved the excitement and energy of the shows. Seeing Jake and the guys play to thousands of people was something you never got tired of. Not to mention, Jake’s fans were amazing and always so sweet to you. 

The sudden sound of Facetime ringing made you both jump. Jake picked up his phone and answered. You were both greeted with a “So?” from Josh on the other end of the phone.

“Yeah, she said it’s cool. Let’s do it.” Jake said, smiling.

“Fuck yeah!” Josh yelled, holding the phone to his face and downing a shot.

“Don’t get too fucked up tonight, Josh. Tomorrow we have to figure all this out.” Jake warned. 

“I’ll be fine,” Josh assured him. “Goodnight my little love birds.” Josh said as he blew you a kiss through the phone as Jake laughed and hung up.

~~~~~~~~~~

The next few months flew by and by the time you knew it, you were sitting in crowds of fifteen thousand people, watching Jake and his band blow the roofs off arenas all over the country. 

Your favorite song was Lover, Leaver (Taker Believer.) You loved how hard it hit every time. And Jake’s solo using his slide was your favorite part. They didn’t do it every show, but when they did, Jake shot you smiles the entire song.

After one of the shows you left your section, and after spending some time with some fans who spotted you, you went backstage to meet Jake. As you walked down the hall to his dressing room, you saw the door slightly open. You snuck inside and closed it behind you. 

“Fuck.” Jake said to himself as you entered his dressing room. He rubbed his forehead and pushed his hair out of his face. He looked around the floor, lifting up pieces of clothing, throwing them across the room, and rummaging through items on counters. He didn’t even notice you standing there.

“What's wrong, babe?” You asked as he continued. 

“I lost it.” 

“Lost what?”

“My wedding band,” he sighed and his eyes scanned across the floor. “I took it off and put it on the amp next to my slide and now I can’t find it. I already looked all around the stage.” he sighed. 

You could hear the frustration and anger in his voice. He was mad. Mad at himself. He was sure it was gone forever. He’d misplaced it at home many times when he took it off to play. But at home, he always found it. This time was different. This venue was huge. There was no hope in finding it here. Sure, he could buy another one, but it wouldn’t be the same.

“You mean this?” you asked, smiling and holding up the little gold ring.

His eyes darted from your eyes, to the ring in your hand. Hiis face immediately relaxed. 

“Your guitar tech gave it to me. He said he found it on the side of the stage after the show. He figured it was yours.” 

Jake sighed and held his hand out to you. You pulled the ring back and out of his grasp teasingly and gave him a smirk. 

“Promise you’ll be more careful next time?” you teased.

“Yes, Mom, I promise.” He joked back. 

You grabbed his hand and slid the ring back on his finger. He pulled you in by your waist and whispered “Thank you,” before he kissed you sweetly. He pulled away but kept his hands behind your back, holding you close.

“You do need to do something about this though. You can’t keep losing it. And besides,” you said, rubbing your hands up and down his chest, “I like when you keep it on when you play. When the cameras zoom in on your hands and I can see it on the big screens- everyone knows you’re mine.”

He smiled and licked his lips. “I know. It’s just, when I use the slide it gets in the way so I have to take it off.” he explained. “Trust me, if it was up to me, I would have it permanently on my finger at all times.” 

“Yeah well, that’s not possible. You have to think of another way to keep it safe.”

“I will. I love you.” he said.

“Love you, too.” You replied. 

“You wanna help me clean this all up?” He asked, looking around the room at all of his belongings that were thrown around the room in his frantic search.

“No way this is all you, baby.” You laughed. You pulled out of his grasp and started to walk back towards the door. “By the way, Josh said once he showers, he wants to go out, and the venue said we have to be out of here in 30 minutes. You better be quick.” You said as you grabbed a bag with your stuff and threw it over your shoulder. You shut the door behind you and walked down the backstage halls of the arena, and out to the bus. 

~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning you woke up in your hotel room and reached over for Jake, with your eyes still closed. You opened your eyes and sat up, confused, when you felt the empty spot next to you. You checked the time on the clock next to the bed. 11:45 AM. Normally after a show, Jake slept until the early afternoon hours. You walked out of the bedroom and into the suite, shocked to see Jake nowhere to be found. You knew he left because his room key and wallet that were once on the kitchen counter were gone. You picked up your phone and read a text from him.

11:29 am: Hey babe, I know you’re asleep right now but I went out with Josh. I’ll be back later. Few hours ♥

You showered and started your day. You preoccupied yourself with calling your mom and online shopping; but the whole time you wondered where Jake had gone. It was his day off. You kind of thought he would want to spend it with you. A few hours went by and you heard the hotel suite door open. You went into the living area to see Jake set his phone and room key on the table next to the door.

“Hey, where’d you go?” you asked casually.

He looked up at you and jumped as if he was surprised to see you standing there. 

“Um, Josh and I got food,” he said, putting a hand behind his back. 

“What’s behind your back?” You asked flirtatiously, walking over to him.

He smiled and turned past you, not letting you see what he was holding behind him. 

“Nothing,” he said, walking out of the room backwards.

“You’re hiding something from me, Jake,” you sang out as you followed him through the hotel suite.

“No I’m not,” he laughed as he backed into the kitchen counter. “So, what did you do today?” he asked, trying to change the topic of conversation.

“What did you do today?” you asked back. 

“I already told you what I did. I got food with Josh. Now, what did you do?” 

You got close to him and snaked your arms around his back. His breathing got heavy and you could practically hear his heart in his chest. His body was trapped between you and the counter. He couldn’t get out of this one.

“If I tell you what I did, will you tell me what you’re holding back there?”

“I’m not holding anything but okay.” he said, smiling. 

You told him about your uneventful past few hours and as you spoke he looked into your eyes deeply. Something about the way he was looking at you was different but you couldn’t put your finger on it. After you finished, you went to ask him about his whereabouts and then it hit you. You knew why he was keeping his left hand out of sight.

Your face dropped and you let out a sigh mid sentence.

“What?” he asked. 

“You lost the ring again. Didn’t you? That’s what you’re hiding” you said sadly. 

“Quite the opposite actually,” he replied.

Using his right hand, he dug into his pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. He handed it to you.

“Open it,” he said, flashing you that big, bright smile.

You opened the box and pulled out a long gold chain with a clasped loop on it. Inside the loop was Jake’s wedding band. You gasped quietly as you watched the jewelry glisten in the light. You were relieved to see that he hadn't lost it and that he had actually done something to keep it safe. You played with the hook a few times, making sure it was strong and the ring wouldn’t get out. 

“Clever,” you whispered.

“Now I wont lose it,” he said with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Can I put it on you?” You asked, holding up the chain with two hands.

Jake lowered his head and you put the chain around him and lowered it to rest on his chest. You could see it perfectly through the shirt he had half way unbuttoned down to his stomach. You played with the necklace in your hands for a moment and looked up at him to see him smiling at you. 

“Looks good,” you said softly.

He raised his eyebrows, smiled slightly, and nodded.

His expression turned serious as he grabbed your neck with his available hand, breathed you in, and kissed you deeply. You ran your hands up his back and into his hair. You gave the hair at the base of his neck some tugs, causing him to moan into the kisses.

His other hand grabbed yours and he spun you around so now you were sandwiched in between him and the counter. You opened your eyes briefly and looked down at his hand on top of yours, spying some clear plastic around his finger.

“Hm, what's this?” you asked in between kisses as you moved your hand on top of his.

Jake pulled his hand away from yours and put it behind his back again. 

“Nothing, just keep kissing me,” he said into your mouth. 

You continued kissing him but your mind was racing with thoughts. If he had the ring on the necklace, why was he hiding his hand? What was he hiding? Where did he go this morning? It doesn’t take hours to simply get food with Josh. You couldn't take it anymore. Finally, you had enough.

You broke away from him and grabbed his chin, looking deep into his eyes. “Show me your hand, Jacob.” you said firmly. His eyes snapped open and a small smile broke out on his face.

“Here it is!” Jake said as he held up his right hand and smiled.

You sighed, “Your other hand.”

Jake closed his eyes, breathed deep, and looked down as he slowly brought his hand from behind his back. You held your hand out to him and he placed his hand in yours. 

He had clear plastic wrap wrapped around his ring finger. He slowly unwrapped it to reveal tiny black cursive letters on the top of his finger. Right in between his base knuckle and middle knuckle.

You stared at his hand in disbelief. It was your name. Written on his left ring finger, perfectly situated in the white spot where his ring created a slight tan line.

“Jake,” you whispered as you picked his hand up and held it closer to your eyes. Your mouth opened and your eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at him.

He bit his bottom lip and looked up at you, unsure of what to say or do.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke.

“So, what do you think?” he asked hesitantly.

“I think you’re insane, you know that?” you said.

“Yeah,” he breathed out nervously.

“You did this for me?” You asked, still a little shocked. You weren’t sure if you absolutely loved him or hated him for this. Your thoughts were divided. On one hand, he was crazy for this. A tattoo is permanent. Jake had never gotten a tattoo before. He never even showed any interest in one, ever. Though you were sure you’d be with him for life, a tattoo is still a huge commitment. But on the other hand, this was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you. His love for you was permanently written on him.

You looked at him, your face still full of disbelief. He smiled and continued, “Now, when I take the ring off to use my slide, and the cameras zoom in on my hands for the big screens, everyone will see your name on my finger. And they’ll know I’m yours.”

You smiled and sighed. “I love you,” you whispered. 

“Safe to say I love you too,” he joked. 

“Did it hurt?” You asked curiously. 

“Like a bitch.” 

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The next night, Jake had a show. You were watching from the audience when the familiar notes of Sam’s bass playing Lover, Leaver blasted through the arena. The song started normally until it got closer to Jake’s solo. Jake turned his back to the audience but from the side you could see him. He pulled his wedding band off his finger and hooked it through the loop on the necklace. The ring now rested on his chest. He placed the slide on his finger, turned around, and began his part. 

When his solo came, as expected, the cameras zoomed into his hands and projected the images onto the screens. When you looked up at the big screen, sure enough, right below the slide was your name written on his skin in tiny black letters. The screams got louder in the audience as his fans realized what was on his finger. 

You smiled to yourself as he played. The wedding band hitting his chest as he moved along with the song and the tattoo on full display. He smiled and pointed at you in the audience when the solo was done. You started giggling and he pulled himself back together to continue the show. 

After the show, you ran backstage to greet him. You jumped into his arms and he kissed you hard. You didn’t care that you were in the middle of a huge hallway with the crew, venue employees, and the rest of the band walking around. 

“You were so good, Babe,” you said with your hands clasped around his back.

He held his left hand up to you and smiled as he displayed that his wedding band still on his finger.

“Safe and sound,” he said with a satisfied voice.

“Good.” you said sweetly.

He kissed you again softly. His arms moved from around your back to around your waist. He pulled away from you and gave you another peck on the lips. 

“Did you like what you saw?” he asked. 

You pulled his chin close to you, brought your lips close to his ear, and whispered, “My name written on your finger like that, seeing it on those big screens- was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

He smiled, licked his lips, and raised his eyebrows.

“Oh yeah you liked that?” he asked suggestively.

“Mhm,” you said back, stretching out the hums.

He hand found the back of your neck and he moved your face to be directly in front of his. He pulled you in for a deep kiss. You felt your heart explode out of your chest. Your entire body was on fire. You wanted him so badly right then and there. What Jake just did on stage was the biggest public display of affection you could have ever imagined and it was unbelievable. He drove you crazy in the best way. You were absolutely and completely in love with him. 

Jake pulled away from the kiss and opened his eyes slowly. A huge smile crept on his face. He broke away from you and led you down the hall. The both of you started walking towards his dressing room with his left hand around your waist.

“You know, we better enjoy these last few shows, because when we get back home- it's baby making time.”

“Why wait until we get home?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

He shot you that big full smile, opened the door to the dressing room for you, followed you in, and locked it behind him. 

Author’s Note:

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A3! Magazine Interview Translation - B’s-LOG March 2022 [Chikage & Hisoka Interview]

I Want to Know, I Want to Feel, The Real You The Allure of Secrets

Mysterious people are beautiful—.

This month, under the theme of “mysterious”, we bring you a special feature following “them” who possess an enticing charm.

A3! / CHIKAGE & HISOKA

Secrets that are known by “moonlight”

MANKAI Company’s Spring troupe’s Utsuki Chikage & Winter troupe’s Mikage Hisoka.

We bring you a newly written interview with this pair who share a deep bond that extends beyond their troupes.

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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——Please tell us your impressions about the cover photoshoot this time.

Hisoka: It felt warm and fluffy, and it was hard not to fall asleep.

Chikage: I wore an outfit that I typically wouldn’t wear for the photoshoot, so I suppose it felt fresh.

Hisoka: I guess it’s rare to see Chikage without glasses? I feel like you don’t really see it in other photos.

Chikage: The cameraman suggested that I take them off during the photoshoot, so I did. I never actually expected that shot was going to make the cut.

Hisoka: I think that element of surprise is nice. …Probably.

Chikage: You’re not even sure…

——You two have known each other for a long time. But are there any points about the other that make you think, “this is strange”?

Hisoka: The fact that he likes spicy food.

Chikage: The fact that he likes sweet food.

Hisoka: The fact that he doesn’t sleep at all.

Chikage: The fact that he keeps sleeping on and on.

Hisoka: The fact that we’re complete opposites, and yet we’re living and acting together for some reason.

Chikage: …I feel the same way.

Hisoka: But, I don’t hate it. Oddly enough.

Chikage: Well, I… agree. I just wish you would give me a break from babysitting you though.

——Please tell us about a person at MANKAI Company who you think is “mysterious”, and a story about them.

Chikage: Mysterious, huh…? If I had to say, then maybe Omi.

Hisoka: Omi?

Chikage: He works, acts, and he’s also in charge of cooking in the dorm. Well, as for our meals, it’s not that he handles them every day. But I wonder how he manages his time.

Hisoka: Yeah, that’s kind of mysterious. He’s always coming up with tasty desserts too. But then again, isn’t Itaru also like that?

Chikage: Chigasaki is… He's the type of person who implements a schedule while balancing his hobbies, work, and acting. And it seems he’s working hard when you can’t see it. …If I think about it, maybe Omi is the same way.

Hisoka: That’s not mysterious at all.

Chikage: Then do you have anything to say?

Hisoka: Mmm… ah, there’s just one person. Tetsuro.

Chikage: Ahh…

Hisoka: He makes props for us all the time, but I have no idea what he does apart from that. I heard Juza has gotten tickets to the zoo from him before… I wonder if he likes animals?

Chikage: Now that you mention it, we don’t know much about him even though he’s been helping us so much.

Hisoka: Should I ask him next time? I’m not sure he’ll talk to me though.

Chikage: I'm not confident you would even be able to hear him if you two spoke. Well, there’s no need to pry unnecessarily.

Hisoka: Yeah. It might be better to keep the mystery a mystery.

——If you switched places with each other for a day, what would you like to do?

Hisoka: With Chikage? …No thanks.

Chikage: That’s not something I really want to think about.

Hisoka: I’d go on a marshmallow tour around the world on his company’s dime.

Chikage: Oi.

Hisoka: Of course I’d call it a business trip.

Chikage: Good grief… this isn’t a game, you know?

Hisoka: I know that. What about you, Chikage?

Chikage: I would eat fiery hot spicy food the entire day.

Hisoka: …I bet I’d get a stomachache after we returned back to normal. I wish you’d do something else.

Chikage: Why do I have to change my answer for you? …Then otherwise, perhaps I would try talking to cats?

Hisoka: You, Chikage? Why?

Chikage: Cats are tough to deal with since they just cry and I can't understand what they're saying. I have no idea what kind of demands they’re usually making. On that point, you understand what cats are saying, don’t you?

Hisoka: Sort of. Not as much as Misumi does though. We don’t need to switch for you to know that much, right?

Chikage: I asked because I didn’t know. …I really do want to avoid switching with this guy after all.

——What does “family” mean to you?

Hisoka: It’s a precious place that will accept me no matter who I am.

Chikage: It’s a special place that I want to protect no matter what happens.

Hisoka: …There it is. Chikage’s protectiveness.

Chikage: I simply don’t want to lose it. It’s that special to me after all.

Hisoka: That’s true… but I think you can depend on your family too, not just protect them.

Chikage: You’re too dependent.

Hisoka: You’re way too independent, Chikage. It’s alright to be selfish once in a while. Like, say you want to eat tons of spicy food or something.

Chikage: What the heck? Well, we may have different ways of doing things, but we both agree that it’s the place where we belong.

Hisoka: Yeah.

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