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Proposals & Gem Cuts (Yassine Bounou x reader)

Request 1: marriage proposal with bono!

Request 2: yassine bono x reader on a dinner date when he want to propose her in front of his teammates in world cup

Warnings: none

“Okay okay okay should I go for a more natural gem cut or would she prefer the princess cut? I know that the princess cut is more befitting but I don’t think she’s a huge fan of super polished looking jewellery so maybe the natural one is bett- YOUSEF ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?” Yassine cuts off his rambling to chastise his friend who is dozing off. The conversation has gone on for far too long for his liking. He throws his pen at the poor guy who jolts awake and rubs his eyes.

“Yassine, I don’t know how to tell you this but…” he trails off, not sure on how to break it to his friend gently.

“What?” Yassine asks, he’s all in his head about the ordeal and practically seething.

“What he’s trying to say is that this is useless!” Nayef states, he came all the way to Spain from England for this?! Yassine’s eye twitches with an uncharacteristic rage.

“My proposal plan is useless?” he asks with a raised eyebrow and the offender gulps, regretting his phrasing immediately.

“Look, what he’s trying to say is that you seem to already know what you should be doing! Half of this meeting has been you arguing and compromising with yourself!” Hakim intervenes before Yassine does something he’s going to regret. He lets out a breath he was holding when Yassine’s eyes return back to a sane state.

“I’m sorry this is just a big deal, you know? She’s dealt with my dumbass for so long, the least I owe her is a fairytale proposal!” he explains, plopping down onto one of the seats.

“I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit.” Yousef says, patting his shoulder.

“Because we're in a really good place?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of the fact that you’re both complete dumbasses but sure, that too!” Hakim slaps the back of his head for that and Yassine returns to looking through his plans.

“Yassine, my friend, I promise you that she’s going to absolutely love whatever you’ve chosen for the whole thing. You know her a lot better than we do and personally, I think you should just go for it!”

“Natural gem cut it is!”

You’re both laying, savouring the moments of peace and quiet you get to share after spending too long apart. He’s laying his head on your chest and looking up at you with a softness that makes your heart swell with love for him. These full 90 minute matches really took the life out of him and you knew that he needed time like this to ground himself again.

“Is there anything I can do, my love?” you ask, fondly staring at his sleepy form.

“Your perfect self is more than enough, ya amar.” he assures.

“Sleep might do you some good perhaps?” you retort with a small laugh.

“Can you blame a man for wanting to appreciate such beauty? I can’t do that while I’m sleeping!” he reminds with a teasing smile and your cheeks heat up. He spent every second of every day with you making you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world but he still had that effect on you. And he sure loved it.

He rests a hand on your cheek, stroking over the apple of it gently, tracing over your lips, entranced by you. You close your eyes at the warmth of his hand, the gentle touch he provided that created butterflies in your tummy at the mere thought. What made you the most flustered was the look in his eyes: it was a level of adoration and affection that you struggled to comprehend. This was the sort of thing from movies that you, among many, wrote off as unrealistic yet there he was: looking at you like you hung the moon and stars. Of course you were just infatuated with him but you never expected anyone to feel that way for you. Behind the love, you see something swirling in his eyes. He’s thinking about something but you dare not interrupt his thoughts, wanting to bask in his warm gaze for a bit- no a lot longer.

His mind is flickering from appreciating his beautiful girlfriend to the little box he knows is in his bedside drawer. It was literally right there. He could grab it right now and take his shot. It was getting harder and harder to wait until his perfectly constructed plan could fall into place.

“What’s on your mind, pretty boy?” you ask with a smirk as his face flushes to a light pink: he was usually the one to cause the flustering but you would be lying if you said you didn’t love to get the same reactions out of him.

“Just admiring the view…” he mutters, trailing off into a silence as he continues to battle with himself.

“I hope our kids have your hair.” you say nonchalantly, running your fingers through the dark, fluffy locks. He raises an eyebrow with a smile, you only made it harder and harder for him to stick to the plan.

“Only if they have your smarts.” he responds with a happy sigh.

“Do you think that Ariel would be a good babysitter?” you both giggle and he pulls you closer so you can cuddle into his chest.

“I bet she’d be wonderful.” he assures you, enjoying the feeling of your warm breath and the small vibrations as you continue to giggle. You both quieten down shortly after but he breaks the silence again.

“Would you really want to have kids together?” he asks. He just has to make sure. He may think the world of you but himself less so.

“I mean, I’ve never felt this strongly about anyone. If it's gonna be anyone, I can’t imagine it being someone who isn’t you.” you confess nervously, worried that maybe he doesn’t feel the same. You wallow in the nerves until he dips his head down to press a kiss to your lips and his fingers card through your hair, holding your head gently so he could pour out his feelings in a way that he didn’t think words could. You relax into his ever-comforting touch, smiling at the reassurance his mere touch provided you.

Oh he was most definitely marrying you.

The pair of you had hung out with the whole team like this pretty rarely given the busy schedules and hundreds of miles separating you all. So when you finally did get that month together, you best bet that you would all be spending as much time together as possible.

With that in mind, you really weren’t sure of the boundaries Yassine had with them all. You would normally spend movie nights cuddled into his lap, dozing off with your head tucked under his chin and his hand drawing shapes onto your back or running through your hair but you didn’t want to risk making him, or anyone else uncomfortable. You opted to sit next to him, leaving enough space and practically reducing contact to nothing as you all gathered round to watch the film Hakim had chosen: Rush Hour. just like the last 15 or so times.

To put it lightly, Yassine was confused by the distance but decided to cope with it. For a short while at least. As the movie progressed, he grew more and more antsy without you being there. Sure, you were right next time but you weren’t there like he needed. So, like any adorably affectionate and clingy partner, he did something about it: he reaches over and hauls you onto his lap, immediately wrapping his strong arms around you and pressing kisses to the top of your head, making up for the half hour he had to endure without you. The dopey smile that brightens his face does not go unnoticed by everyone as they turn around to see where the commotion was coming from. Sure, based on the conversations he had with everyone, it was pretty clear that he was sweet on you but this? No, Yassine was on a completely different level. Hakim is perhaps the only one to not turn around, partly because he loved the film but more so because he had been on the receiving end of the ramblings that were 80% you and 20% begging him to come back home.

“How could you torture me like this?” he whispers with an adorable pout.

“What do you mean? I was right next to you!” you whisper with a giggle.

“It’s not the same!” he justifies, huffing as you shush him.

“Pay attention to the movie!” He isn't overjoyed by your nonchalance but does his best to let you continue watching the movie. He’s still making up for the lost half hour to appreciate your form which isn’t very helpful for your focus but you allow it because you’re enjoying it. You soon grow tired of the movie in front of you and opt to bask in his love. You press a chaste kiss on his cheek and begin to play with his hands, admiring how pretty they are. You don’t miss the way his eyes brighten as you reciprocate the affection.

Given the closeness, he immediately picks up on the light rumble of your stomach.

“I’m just gonna grab some hot chocolate!” you whisper to him, moving to get up and he furrows his eyebrows as you turn to walk to the kitchen.

“Shall I come with you?” you shake your head with a smile as you look back.

‘It’ll only be a couple minutes!” you attempt to reassure him with a kiss to his lips.

“I’ll come with you.” he reaffirms, promptly getting out of his seat to go to the kitchen with you.

The team immediately gets to chattering once you’re both out of earshot.

“Did you see that?”

“Damn he’s properly whipped!”

“That’s a lot, even for him!”

“Guys shut up! We’ve almost reached the scene!” Hakim attempts to quieten the group, only to receive a loud, collective groan in response.

“Hakim, we love you and we’re glad that you’re back but we’ve watched that entire movie like seven times already! It’s not every day you see Yassine somehow be more affectionate than usual!”

“If you’ve been on the receiving end of his facetime calls, it’s hardly surprising.” he mutters with a shake of his head.

Indeed, this was extraordinary. Even for Yassine. As the team all turn their heads to peer back at the kitchen, they see him hoist you up onto the kitchen counter, not forgetting to press a kiss to your forehead, then nose and finally a much longer one to your lips before getting the milk warmed. They don’t miss the look in your eyes either. You couldn’t be more content with the situation you were in. you were both in your blissful, happy little bubble; enjoying each other’s company without a care in the world.

First thing you hear the final whistle blow and the next, you’re met with the sight of the love of your life sprinting towards you at full speed before you’re enveloped in the tightest hug you had ever felt. You don’t have much time to react as quickly so there’s a slight delay before you wrap your arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the back of his head as you squeeze your eyes shut. Taking in the moment with him in your arms. There was never a doubt in your mind that your Yassine could achieve something as monumental as this but you were so glad that he could finally prove it to himself. You feel the shoulder of your no.1 Morocco jersey soak through before you feel him sobbing into your shoulder and you can’t help but release a few tears too. The moment barely felt real.

Normally, Yassine would keep anything related to you under lock and key but today was different. He was aware of the dozens of cameras but didn’t have it in him to care as he lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you. The pride in your eyes makes his heart swell with pure, unadulterated joy and he pours his feelings out to you in a heated kiss that quickly takes your breath away. You smile into it as you feel his relief and gratitude. For all the nights he spent crying quietly into your chest, unable to sleep, set back by yet another knock from another careless player, you were right there with him. Those horrid nights in which he felt as if he was worth nothing, you stood by his side and gave him the same love you always did, without condition. He felt like he owed every ounce of success to you. Sometimes he felt like the biggest inconvenience but not once did you allow him to continue to think that way, showering him in love that would melt the coldest of hearts.

Your cheeks are aching from how wide you’re smiling and burning from the intensity of the kiss when he reluctantly releases your lips. You raise your hand to gently wipe away his tears and he does the same and you see that look flash across his eyes again. You’ve seen it many times, in fact but you still haven’t figured out what it is exactly. He says it's just his undying love but you feel it in your bones that it's something else.

Before you can ask, he’s dragging you to the pitch so you have more space to celebrate together. You’re struggling to breathe from laughter as he attempts to ballroom dance with you, the laughs that come over his own body making it difficult for him to dip you without almost falling over.

You’re both in that happy little bubble again so you have absolutely no awareness of the team watching over you, once again witnesses to just how perfect you are together. From the scenes in front of them, you would almost have them believing that you were already married but alas, soon.

You sigh out in relief as the closing ceremony comes to an end, signifying the end of the rollercoaster tournament. The night has been long and morale amongst the team has been pretty low for the past couple of days. But there is some relief in knowing that the better team actually won this time. There was some vindication at least. The feeling of his fingertips grazing over your hair and down your arm is a comforting one that has you closing your eyes to savour it, sending rushes of warmth over your body.

“Are you still okay for dinner after this?” he whispers and you lift your head to look at his eyes: concern but once again laced with that look. You’ve been itching to spend some time alone with him so you nod your head enthusiastically, willing away the tiredness as best as you can. He kisses your forehead and squeezes your hand before getting up and gently pulling you towards him. Naturally, he throws an arm over your shoulder as you walk out together, waving a goodbye to the team. The second you turn your head back around he gestures towards the team with his hand. Today’s the day he finally, finally executes his plan.

“Wait, which dress should I go for?” you ask as he adjusts his tie. He truly was a sight to behold in the tuxedo. His voice pulls you from the trance.

“Ya amar, you’re perfect regardless.” he answers truthfully but he sees that you’re not satisfied with the answer as you tear your eyes away from him and look between the two dresses.

“We’d match if you wore that one.” he smiles, gesturing to the dress in your right hand and his heart beats a little quicker at the smile that breaks out onto your face. You hurry to put it on and he takes a seat at the foot of the hotel bed, admiring you as you went about your routine and fiddling with the little box in his pocket. He doesn’t have time to let the doubts swallow him up further as you’re ready and pulling at his arm so you can both leave. You couldn’t wait to see the place he had chosen. Your Yassine was a brilliant over-planner so you knew that today’s date, like every other date, would go without a hitch.

He eyes your reaction nervously, biting at his lip as he lets you take in the surroundings. The garden is somehow even more ethereal than the photos and the little gazebos are perfectly decorated with vines and fairy lights, dimly lit as the other guests enjoyed their meals. Of course, the gazebo in the centre is the most beautiful: it's raised, more intricate, and spacious. It's obviously the one he jumped through many hoops to have booked for tonight. Oh god, he was done for if you noticed the people at the other tables. They were pretty far away from the central one reserved for the pair of you but he felt as if his plan was on the brink of collapse if you recognised only one face. Once again, he can’t let his anxiety fester for long as the smile on your face erases any other thought from his mind.

“Yassine, my love… you never cease to impress me!” you mutter as you admire the venue. He was always the type to go all-out but the thought he put into everything still blew you away.

“Only the best for you!” he laughs nervously and you squeeze his hand in an attempt to calm him down a little. He’s been a little antsy since you left the stadium and you’re completely lost on what could be causing it.

He seems a little more relaxed when you’re both sitting down at the table. That's largely because you’re now faced away from the other tables and there’s a much lower chance that you’re going to catch the rest of the team sitting and waiting for the final flourish of the night.

Every time your gaze shifts from him to admire the surroundings, his hand reaches into his pocket wondering whether that’s the moment. But he’s a man who trusts his instincts and they still haven’t kicked in. He worries as the night progresses that he isn’t going to be able to do it until you come up with an idea.

“Are we allowed onto the grass?” you ask tentatively, not wanting to get in trouble your eyes widen and a smile appears on your face when he nods.

“Let's dance!” you say excitedly, getting up and he quickly follows, taking a gentle hold of your wrist as he pulls you onto the grass. He’s still doing his best to make sure that you’re facing away, of course.

He smiles at the feeling of your head on his chest and strokes your hair. One of your hands is encased in his and you’re softly swaying to the music. There couldn’t be a better way to end off such a wonderful time in Qatar. Although it pains him a little, he pulls you off him and you look up in confusion. It only heightens as he smirks. He can feel it now.

The next thing you know, you’re being spun away and just when you think he’s going to pull you back, he lets go of your hand and you squeal. You plant your foot to stop yourself and turn around. Your heart stops at the sight. He has that look on his face and you think you understand where it's coming from now. He’s on one knee, both of his hands are tightly gripping the little blue, velvet box. The tears form in a record time as you hear him speak.

“You’ve given me the happiest moments of my life but there’s nothing that would make me happier than being your husband. I promise that I’ll spend every waking second of my existence trying to make you the happiest woman on the planet. I love you, ya amar and I would love for you to marry me…” he says, not breaking eye contact once, holding himself back from running up to you and wiping the tears off your face.

“Oh Yassine you big idiot!” you exclaim and his blood runs cold. Of course you didn’t want to marry him. As happy as you made him, he was just a thorn in your side, just as he always expected. How stupi-

“You already make me the happiest woman in the universe! Of course I’ll marry you!” you say, running over to him, savouring the way his face lights up. He gets up and back onto his feet, hands shaking like crazy as he places the ring on your finger. You take a second to admire it: it's perfect, exactly the kind of ring you would have chosen for yourself for something like this. He knew you too well. It's only a second before you look at him, both of you now in tears as you pull him down for a kiss. You feel his tears drop onto your face and his arms wrap around your body to bring you impossibly closer. You think your heart is gonna burst with how happy you are. To finally tie the knot with the man who was willing to give you everything in the universe. You had felt it for so long that the relief you were feeling was indescribable. Your Yassine. Your kind, smart, handsome, funny Yassine was going to be your husband. And to think he had any doubts about it was crazy to you.

The relief and joy he felt was all-encompassing. Every neuron in his body was alive and firing with excitement at the idea of you being his wife. He loved you with everything he had and now you were finally going to get married. He’d spent months dreaming of his moment and years dreaming of it. He had known from very early on that it was you. It was always going to be you. His angel, his sunshine, his rock. His instincts had never let him down before and today was evidently no exception.

“I TOLD YOU, DUMBASS!” you laugh into the kiss as you hear the familiar voice and the cheers that follow. Of course everyone was here. You were shocked that you didn’t realise that before. No wonder poor Yassine was so nervous during the walk over.

“Sorry, I thought they’d behave themselves.” he mumbles into your lips, not ready to pull away.

“They’re not too bad.” you assure him, lips crashing into his in yet another bruising kiss.

The rest of the night is spent with the whole team on the grass, careful to not leave a mess behind as you all celebrate the night together. Your head rests on his shoulder, a hand encased in his as you soak in the atmosphere. Perfectly content and relaxed. Ready and excited for what the future held.

“You do prefer natural gem cuts, don’t you?” he whispers. It's clearly not quiet enough as Hakim and Nayef overhear the question and let out a frustrated groan.

“Not this again!"

a month late but it's a pretty long one so I hope u forgive me, lovelies xxxx

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lukin08 · 1 month

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Up In The Air- Chapter 1

Kristanna Modern AU

Rated: T

WC: 1234

Summary: Tired of her nomad lifestyle, traveling nurse Anna Arendelle on a whim picks Pensacola Florida as her new town to try find a sense of home. Meanwhile, Navy Pilot Kristoff Bjorgman has accepted a dream position at the Naval station in the same town. After a chance encounter goes south, the two of them find their lives entwined, with neither of them all that happy about it!

Also available on AO3 here

Happy Birthday @kristoffxannafanatic! This is as much her story as it is mine and please consider her the co-author. I just managed to write down all our ideas! Hope you enjoy

10:50

There really was no point in checking the time, he already knew before he looked. Kristoff sat his phone down and leaned forward on the bench at the foot of the bed, elbows on his thighs as he scrubbed at his eyes with his thumb and forefinger of one hand. He hated this. Only ten minutes to go and it felt like an eternity. Five months of hustling, mostly on his own dime in the hopes that he would even get noticed had all boiled down to the longest ten minutes of his life.

He sat up and looked around. It was oddest feeling whenever he was back home, sitting in his old room with almost all the remnants of his childhood stripped away. It was a neutral color now, with a new bed and bland as any guest bedroom you would imagine. But there still were the nicks on the closet from where Kristoff used to lean his hockey sticks against and a couple trophies his mother didn’t have the heart to throw out were on the dresser. A few remaining snippets of a simpler time.

A week had gone by since he first graced his parent’s doorstep. It was the longest stint he’d been home since the summer before his senior year of college. That was well over ten years ago and he’d been a nomad the whole time since. He had to admit it was comforting to be back home. It had been an anchor for him during the chaos of the week and the thought of wanting to stay had started to creep up on him. Now he was stuck between the desire to escape from the reminder this wasn’t his room or even his home anymore and the intense pull that was calling for a sense of some permanence. In ten- no, eight- minutes he’d know if he’d be able to answer that pull.

This was better than the other candidates had for sure. While the others went back to their temporary barracks, Kristoff came home to a comfortable bed and most importantly, his parents. One of the many benefits of being local, a piece of information Kristoff had kept close to his chest the entire process. His days and nights had been long, but he always took the time to sit with his mom and dad for a bit before heading upstairs and collapsing into bed. He felt bad he hadn’t been able to spend more time with them. Regardless of the outcome of the call at 1100 hours, Kristoff was going to take the next week off to decompress and spend some real time with them before heading back to Norfolk.

He thought about going downstairs since no one was home. His mother promised she’d be out of the house until after lunch, but he knew her too well. It would be all too convenient for her to have “forgotten” something and come home and he really didn’t want an audience for what most likely was going to be a polite rejection. There were only eight pilots after all that flew for the Navy’s Blue Angels, and four were returning from the previous season. Four open slots for the 90 candidates that started officially with him in April. Now they were down to 20 vying for those 4 positions. He knew the odds, had rehearsed what to say to sound professional when the rejection came. But still…there was something that also told him to plan for what to say just in case it was a yes. He would want to sound excited, but not like some idiot screaming and jumping up and down. Kristoff shook the thought from his head, accepting the impending rejection.

10:55

Kristoff sat and reflected on the events that led him here. He had officially put his formal application for the Blue Angels in February through his Naval chain of command. By March his application had been accepted and he was on his way to his first airshow. Spring was a blur, with his everyday duties during the week, followed by a rush to an airshow whenever he could to shadow the team by sitting on team briefs, post show activities and social events all to haul it back to base Sunday night to start the week again.

The application process was described to him like rushing a fraternity. Something Kristoff knew nothing of except that he probably wouldn’t be good at it. But he did understand the game. The process objectives were clear: meet the candidates and find out if they were the type of people you want to be part of your organization. The team needed to get to know the individual and Kristoff’s personality wouldn’t get him there attending one or two shows. So, he showed them his tenacity attending as many events as he could, talking to each team member on an individual basis, meeting the fans, showing them what he could do.

10:57

Whatever he did worked because by June he received an invitation to Pensacola for finalist week in July. Now he was at the end of the time that had consisted of a dizzying number of activities – dinner with the team only, dinner with team and families, social beach party with team and families, strength tests, the briefs/shows/debriefs, and the dreaded interview.

All 16 Blue Angels officers from the different departments were at the interview and they each asked him one question. He had taken the time to prepare for it, just by thinking about some things that were important to him. It didn’t matter how many flight hours he had or the combat missions he flew. Everyone sitting on the interviews had the same qualifications as him. Kristoff told himself to be honest at all costs. It was the only way it would work. He had once made a promise to see this through and he was going to keep it.

10:59

He came out of the interview feeling good about it. At the very least, if he didn’t get the job, he knew he had given them everything he could. His dad casually mentioned that evening the officer who was renting his place had been transferred and the family were leaving by September and maybe they should hold off putting a listing up.

It was all too convenient and too hopeful. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to have that conversation yet.

Kristoff’s alarm went off. He grabbed the phone and took a deep breath. The moment of truth was here. He had a five-minute window to call the Boss. His commanding officer at his base in Norfolk had let him in on a little secret. If the Boss put you on speaker, you were in, otherwise you were out. Kristoff placed the call trying to keep his hands from shaking too much.

“Lieutenant Commander Bjorgman,” he identified himself and was asked to hold.

A minute later Boss Kesselring answered then said “hold on a sec.” Kristoff heard the unmistakable change in background sound of being put on speaker. His heart raced as he only had an instant of prep for what the Boss was going to tell him.

“You there Bjorgman?”

“Yes, sir.”

There was a moment of silent before a group of voices yelled in unison, “Welcome to the team asshole!”

#up in the air #Edin what did you write #up in the air chapter 1 #kristanna #frozen #anna #kristoff #Kristoff Bjorgman #shaking the rust off #Its been so long since I posted anything #Tw: military #If you don't like that aspect then stop reading

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ilookedintoit · 1 month

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In Another's Eyes: Garth & Trisha, Part 1

When Garth Brooks met Trisha Yearwood in a Nashville studio in the late 1980s, both singers were unknown and still hoping for their big break in country music.

Though Garth would later admit he felt like he had met his wife when he and Trisha first crossed paths, the fact was he already had a wife, and Trisha had a husband. So they were friends, and Garth made Trisha a promise - if his career ever took off, he'd be sure to give her a boost in any way he could.

Just a few years later, Garth was riding a wave of major success and he needed an opener for his upcoming tour. He picked Trisha. As they both became two of the biggest names in country music, they remained friends, contributed to each other's albums, and released a Grammy-winning duet. All the time, Garth was married to his college sweetheart Sandy, producing three children.

When Garth and his wife filed for divorce, everyone predicted he and Trisha would end up together after years of tabloid rumors - and of course, they did. But did anything happen between them before he was finally single?

1986

May 1986

Garth marries Sandy Mahl on May 24, 1986, when he is 24 and she is 21.

Garth met his future wife in 1983 when he was working as a bouncer at the Tumbleweed Ballroom, a bar in Stillwater, Oklahoma. She was a fellow student at Oklahoma State University.

Two versions of their first meeting have been told. Sandy would say in Garth's 2019 documentary, "The Road I'm On," that they met when Garth asked her to dance.

The other story that Garth told in the early 90s was that they met after Garth went into the women’s bathroom to break up a fight and found Sandy with her fist stuck in the wall.

After Brooks extricated the fist and ejected the lovely lass from the club, he tried to pick her up. “She said, ‘Drop dead!’ and called me a few other names and walked off.” “I said, ‘Well, can I call ya?’” the undaunted suitor recalls. Sandy gave him the courage to give his music a try. He’d come to Nashville once in 1985, but was terrified on his own in the country capital and fled homeward. But with Sandy by his side, Brooks came to Music City to stay in 1987. She calmed his fears and they took jobs at a boot store while he knocked on the doors of Music Row. (The Tennessean)

1987

June 1987

Garth and Trisha will first meet while working as demo singers at a studio in Nashville. Garth has often said he had been married for 13 months when this occurred, so it was presumably in June 1987 that they met.

Trisha was also married, having wed music producer Christopher Latham earlier that same year.

"Kent Blazy introduced me and Ms. Yearwood, and he goes, 'I knew you were gonna like her,'" Brooks recalled during a 2013 interview with Ellen DeGeneres. "When she left, he goes, 'What do you think?' "I said, 'Well, it's strange because I felt that feeling like when you just met your wife.'" (Source)

Garth and Trisha, how did you know the other person was the one? Garth: When you meet someone, you know. The problem was [when I first met her] I had been married for over a year. And that couldn’t have been wrong because you’re married in front of your family and God. You think, there must be some feeling that isn’t right. Trisha: It was probably the minute I met him, even though I didn’t know it at the time. (Source)

In Garth's 2019 documentary, "The Road I'm On," she reiterates that she had no intentions on anything ever happening.

“You feel the chemistry, it’s like there’s something here — but I’m gonna go home now… For me it was, I’m a good little southern girl, I was married, he was married. Not my world in that moment, it’s not an option. So when I left that day, I just thought he’s a nice guy, great voice, and I wish him well.”

A few years later, Trisha would recall this meeting and the promise that Garth made to her at the time:

He and Yearwood were among Music Row’s most in-demand singers of demonstration tapes; writer Kent Blazy knew them both and brought them together for a session. “That day we were singing on the same mike and doing the same licks and it was like, ‘This is really strange,’ and we really hit it off,” Yearwood recalled. “He said then, ‘I don’t know what’s going to happen with my career, but if I’m lucky enough to have some success I want to help any way I can.’ "I didn’t think about it, I put it out of my head, and went on about my business and made a living doing demos." (The Tennessean)

1989

April 1989

Garth releases his debut album "Garth Brooks" through Capitol Records Nashville in April 1989.

As he begins to achieve success, he also ends up cheating on Sandy while on the road.

When he married Sandy, he figured he’d settle down—only to give into temptation once given the chance. “I don’t see [unfaithfulness] as a necessity,” he insisted. “Anybody starting out saying, ‘Man, this has to happen’ — bullshit. It doesn’t.” During his first major tour in support of his debut album for Capitol Records, 1989’s "Garth Brooks," the entertainer was called out by friends for sleeping with other women while on the road. Sandy made an ultimatum: Stop fooling around or lose me. (Source: Garth Brooks: The Life & Times of a Country Superstar)

November 1989

One night when Garth is in Missouri for a concert, Sandy calls him and tells him that she is leaving him if he doesn't change his ways.

Then, says Sandy, ''an informant'' on tour confirmed her worst suspicions. ''Garth has always been a very sexual person,'' she says. ''It was his ego: proving he could look out, point and conquer. What made it easier to cope with was that it wasn't someone special. It didn't mean anything.'' In those heady first months, Garth admits, ''I was a spoiled ass. Responsibility, commitment was not my game.'' Sandy, who never toured with Garth back then, recalls it was the night of Nov. 4, 1989, when she nailed him by phone before a show. ''I told him my bags were packed, my plane ticket's bought, and I'm gone,'' she says. '''You come home and we'll talk, on my turf, eye to eye.''' (People Magazine)

He would tell Barbara Walters in a nationally-televised interview in 1993 about how he broke down on stage that night when trying to sing "If Tomorrow Never Comes:"

Garth: I guess you’d probably go back to playing Cape Girardeau, Missouri; this was when Sandy found about everything I’d been doing. Barbara Walters: Found out that there were other women. Garth: I got through the first three songs fine, and “If Tomorrow Never Comes” comes up, and … there wasn’t anything else. There was nothing left, I was inside out. The band kept playing, I didn’t know what to do, and I asked them to stop and they didn’t. I asked them to stop again and they did. This place was silent. I remember walking out and the applause was there, a different kind of applause, almost like a support applause.

Garth was able to win Sandy's forgiveness over time:

The mending took a while. ''I wanted Garth to feel my pain,'' says Sandy. ''He had hurt me so bad. I had wasted two years of my life is how I felt. I'd been the perfect little wife who thought everything was hunky-dory. The hardest thing was to keep from beating the holy s--- outta Garth at the sight of him. He was ashamed, embarrassed, and it was written all over his face. He broke down like a baby. He was on his knees, more or less beggin' me, 'I'll change, anything. You name it, I'll do it.''' And so he has. ''It took a helluva human being to forgive me,'' says Brooks. ''I had to promise I'd make this marriage work. It ain't a bed of roses now, but we bust our asses, and it works unbelievably well. For the first time in my life, I feel good about being a husband and a partner.'' As for Sandy, ''I love her to death,'' he adds solemnly. ''When I've been down, Sandy has given me strength. That's definitely given me what I have.'' (People Magazine)

1990

Garth's star is on the rise while Trisha is still looking for her breakthrough. In the meantime, Trisha provides backup vocals for Garth’s second album “No Fences,” which is released in August 1990.

Garth also introduces her to his managers, Bob Doyle and Pam Lewis, and his producer Allen Reynolds introduces Trisha to her new producer, Garth Fundis. (“I’m probably the only person in town who works with both Garths,” she quips.)

"No Fences" will inevitably be a smash hit with singles including "Friends In Low Places," "Unanswered Prayers," and "The Thunder Rolls."

October 1990

Garth wins the Horizon Award at the CMA Awards on October 8, 1990, and he insists on bringing Sandy up to the stage with him. Before accepting his award, he says:

“I’m not much good at it, but when I don’t sing I try to be a husband."

1991

As Garth prepares for his headlining tour and Trisha prepares to release her first album, he makes good on his promise to her from a few years ago to give her a career boost when it's in his power to do so.

As her first single "She's In Love with the Boy" begins its climb to No. 1, Trisha becomes Garth's opening act on his "Ropin' the Wind" tour. Trisha will tell The Tennessean in August 1991:

“When I got my deal, he came through and offered me this tour. I’ve been really lucky to be out on the road with someone that I’d had a friendship with before – and who also happens to be the hottest thing in country music.”

In the midst of the tour, Trisha releases her debut album "Trisha Yearwood" in July. Garth sings supporting vocals on her second single "Like We Never Had A Broken Heart," which peaks at No. 4 on the country chart.

According to the 1993 book “Get Hot or Go Home” written about Trisha with her cooperation, her new success and time away on tour hastens the demise of her already “faltering” marriage.

Christopher Latham tried to get her to seek counseling with him. His wife’s response: “I just don’t see how I can get back feelings I never had.”

They divorce without much fanfare. Trisha would later say about the marriage:

“You are encouraged to get married when you are a small-town person, and that’s what I did even though I knew it wasn’t right. I had met this guy and I thought, ‘I am never going to meet anybody who cares about me this much,’ which is probably true, so I married him. “There was just no real spark, which I think there is supposed to be. It wasn’t show business that broke us up. We wouldn’t still be married if I was back answering telephones.” (The Los Angeles Times)

In addition to her divorce, Trisha faces taboid rumors that have popped up about her and Garth having an affair. About these rumors, she will later say:

“We knew back when we decided we were going to do the tour that there would be talk,” she said. “But the first time I read it in the tabloids, I got really upset. So did my mom. I thought, ‘I’ll have to call everybody and say it isn’t true.’ “Then I figured that if you believe what the tabloids said about me having an affair with Garth, then you’ll also believe what is on the next page, which is something preposterous.” (The Los Angeles Times)

November 1991

In November, Trisha leaves Garth's management team to sign with Ken Kragen. After a whirlwind year, she is deemed Nashville's hottest new artist.

Garth doesn't want to take credit:

“A lot of people are making the mistake of saying I introduced Trisha Yearwood to country music,” he says. “Her talent is so very, very visible that that’s like saying you introduced Wayne Gretzky to hockey.” (The Atlanta Constitution)

December 1991

STAR Magazine prints a story in its Dec. 10 issue about how Garth is "furious" about the cheating rumors surrounding him and Trisha.

Garth phoned his mother, Colleen, from Little Rock, Ark., to set the record straight. “He likes his family to hear bad news from him direct. So even while he was on tour, he made sure to call his mom specifically to tell her about the rumors that he was having an affair with Trisha Yearwood,” says a source. “He told her, ‘Mom, I just want you to know what people are saying and what they’re trying to make of an innocent situation. The rumors are false, Mom. You know I love Sandy and would never do anything to hurt her or jeopardize our marriage.’” Another associate points out that wife Sandy would never put up with sharing Garth with another woman. “Sandy is a strong, independent woman. If there were any truth to these rumors, Trish wouldn't have been his opening act as recently as last January. If Sandy had any suspicions whatsoever, Trish wouldn’t have been anywhere near Garth. What wife would allow a possible lover so close?"

1992

February 1992

Just in time for Valentine's Day, Garth and Sandy are featured on the cover of USA Weekend, talking about how they saved their marriage after his infidelity.

Sandy Brooks, a slim, intense woman with a rapid smile, sits at a Nashville restaurant in November, picking at a plate of fried steak. She has reason to be moody. Her husband is baring his soul, she has been on the road for three days and she thinks she might be pregnant. But she’s been so busy that she hasn’t had time to take a home pregnancy test. Across from her, Garth Brooks – her husband, but more significantly, the hottest act in the hottest music in America today – is speaking quietly about the womanizing that almost ended their six-year marriage. Sandy’s blue eyes fill with tears. “I asked myself, why do I stay here? I know I love him, but…” “She’s got every right to leave me,” Brooks finishes. “But I’m happy here,” she interrupts, the tears now spilling down. “I think it has something to do with my physical build and good looks, too,” says Brooks, trying to lighten the moment and flirtatiously batting his eyes, deep-set in a moon face under a receding hairline. It works. Sandy bursts out laughing, affectionately elbows Garth. He squeezes her shoulder. The tears retreat, the moment ends.

Garth admits that the time his career takes him away from his wife leads to continuing struggles.

“For every day I give Sandy, I turn around and give one or two to the music,” Brooks says softly. “This six months I’m taking off? It started out as six months for Sandy and me, and I bet you we won’t have seven days in that six months.” Sitting next to him Sandy, 27, nods in agreement. “The marriage is still together because of her, not because of me,” Brooks says. Until recently, “I had the mentality of, ‘OK, if you don’t want to put up with me, you can hit the road.’ She said, ‘OK!’ Then I finally straightened up. The wife I got back after my infidelity was 15 times the woman I had. Like, ‘I’m gonna show you that any time you leave this house, you’re losing something,’” says Garth, playfully imitating his wife.

And Sandy acknowledges that people don't understand why she is the one who gets to be married to country music's biggest star.

“A lot of people look at me and say, ‘Why you?’ I ask myself that also. My answer is, because I fell in love with a long-haired country boy long ago. I was there when it was like, how many ways can we figure out how to cook potatoes?” ... While Sandy is happy about the unplanned baby, she continues to hope for peace, quiet and Garth. “There will come a day in my life when it is just Garth and me. I might be 75 and toothless,” she says, laughing. “But that’s what keeps me going.”

March 1992

After wrapping up her opening act stint on Garth’s seven-month tour, Trisha reflects on what it has meant to her:

“Anybody would have killed to be on this tour,” she said between sips on a soft drink. “It was scary, intimidating and wonderful. I know a lot of people came to see Garth, but we had something to offer.” Their careers were not merely linked by the 80-city tour. Yearwood sang harmony on his albums “No Fences” and “Ropin’ the Wind,” which together have sold 12 million copies. In return, he sang harmony on her album and co-wrote two of the 10 songs, including her second hit, “Like We Never Had a Broken Heart.” “He’s been like a big brother to me,” she said. (Associated Press)

Around this same time, Trisha has begun dating Robert Reynolds, bass player for The Mavericks.

Yearwood met Reynolds at a party given by her label, MCA. “It was really one of those corny across-the-room kind of things,” Yearwood says. “I saw him and he kind of saw me and we rounded the ice sculpture and met in the middle.” (The Atlanta Journal)

April 1992

In April, a pregnant Sandy accompanies Garth to the ACM Awards. She has had some health scares during the pregnancy, and on stage as he accepts just one of the awards he will win that night, he thanks everyone for their concerns for her and the baby.

July 1992

Sandy gives birth to their first child, Taylor.

August 1992

As Garth struggles with the seemingly impossible task of balancing career and family, he toys with the idea of retirement. He tells the Edmond Evening Sun:

With the birth of a daughter, Taylor Mayne Pearl Brooks, the former Oklahoma State student is considering cutting short his career in favor of fatherhood and a more traditional home life with wife Sandy. “Fatherhood’s new for me and it’s kind of thrown me for a loop,” Brooks said. “One thing that I always recall that my parents gave me was time and attention. “And I think children deserve that. My occupation doesn’t allow me to give time and attention. So I’ve got to find a way, good Lord willing, to do ’em both. “If I can’t do ’em both, then I must not choose music over (my wife and daughter).” Brooks has a cutback in his schedule planned after December, at which time he said he will make a decision on his future. “I’m saying my prayers and hopefully I’ll make the right choice.”

1993

January 1993

Somewhat cynical reporting will claim this narrative of Garth wanting to retire is “partly a ploy during heated contract negotiations with his label, Liberty Records.”

Whatever the case, Garth ultimately does not retire and signs a new lucrative, 20-year contract with Liberty in January 1993.

February 1993

Trisha tells a reporter that she and Robert Reynolds are celebrating their first year together as a couple.

“It’s really nice to be with somebody who understands it (the country music business) because he does it, but who also understands that life is more important. When we’re together we have a five-minute business rule – we can talk about business for five minutes and that’s it.” (The Commercial Appeal)

March 1993

Trisha and Robert get engaged.

But she’s not about to abandon her career. “I would like a family someday, but I’ve been pretty unconventional up until now, so I don’t think I have to stop and have three kids.” (The Atlanta Journal)

June 1993

Trisha talks again about Garth's influence in getting her career started and the tabloid rumors that swirled around them.

Q: Were you surprised when Brooks picked you as his opening act? A: I was actually, because only a handful of people believed in me then. He took a really big risk. But when we met, he said, “I love your voice, and if things go well, I want to help you out.” And he obviously meant it. He sticks by what he believes in; that’s why he is who he is. Q: At the time, the tabloids wrote that you two were having an affair. A: It wasn’t true, and when I first read it, I thought I’d better call everybody and tell them it wasn’t true. Now I’ve learned that it’s part of [being in show business] – if you’re successful, you’re going to be in the tabloids. But I never even got talked about in high school! I was always a good girl. Q: Brooks must have taught you a lot. A: He’s like a big brother to me. He taught me about the things you’re supposed to do, like visiting radio shows. I learned a lot watching him with the fans – I never saw him be anything but gracious. He always remembered why he was there. (Simi Valley News)

1994

April 1994

Trisha says she and Garth have talked about possibly doing a duets album and going on tour together. She reiterates that he is like a "big brother" to her.

“I’ve made three albums now, and I want to do different things,” she said. One of those different things involves a “sort of side career” of duets with longtime friend Brooks. They recently talked backstage at an awards show about doing a duet album and maybe touring together as a twosome. They’ve talked about it for some time, Yearwood said, and finally decided to quit talking and do it. “There really haven’t been any famous duet partners in a long time, for more than one song or album,” she said. “I do think there’s a place for that. We’ve always traded harmonies on each other’s albums. “Garth’s always been like a big brother to me,” she continued. “We’re not just two voices singing at each other.” (Fort Worth Star Telegram)

May 1994

May is a big month for both Garth and Trisha.

On May 3, 1994, Sandy gives birth to her and Garth's second daughter, August.

Garth is announced as the ACM Entertainer of the Year this same day, but is unable to even accept his award via remote feed because he has gone to the hospital to await the birth.

And after more than two years together, Trisha marries Robert Reynolds on May 21, 1994, at the Ryman in Nashville with a small invitation list. They honeymoon afterward in Ireland.

December 1994

Garth indicates that he and Trisha have already tried to put together a duets album that didn't work, but are not giving up on the idea:

He still plans an album of duets with old buddy Trisha Yearwood; their first attempt wasn’t up to snuff, he reports.

He also says he wants to put his family first.

“Now every minute I don’t spend with my family I spend with music, not the other way around.” (Knight Ridder News Service)

1995

Spring-Summer 1995

Sandy is frequently at Garth's side during public events, including the People's Choice Awards in March, ACM Awards in May, and his Hollywood Walk of Fame ceremony in June.

October 1995

Trisha tells the New York Daily News that she and her husband of 17 months are juggling busy schedules.

“We’re so busy, we practically have to make an appointment to see each other,” said the Georgia peach. “But it’s been a good year for us.” With The Mavericks being white-hot, Yearwood and Reynolds have been crossing flight paths since their wedding a year ago.

1996

July 1996

Garth and Sandy welcome their third daughter, Allie, on July 28, 1996.

August 1996

Trisha and Robert are still in what sounds like a long-distance marriage.

Yearwood’s extensive touring schedule is keeping her away from husband Robert Reynolds even more than usual. Reynolds plays bass in The Mavericks, the popular Miami-rooted roots-rock/country band, which is also on tour this summer. “I think, so far, the longest we’ve been apart this summer is right now which is two weeks,” Yearwood said last Friday. “And we’re going to see each other because I’m going to California and he’s going to be near there, so he’s going to get on a plane and come see me. We do that a lot. “We really go that extra mile to really seek out those days we can spend together. Sometimes it means flying into Nashville, like if I’m home and he’s on the road and has a day off, he’ll fly in and take me to a movie. It’s an expensive movie. But that’s kind of how we make it work.” “Things will eventually slow down for us – we won’t be touring this heavily the rest of our lives. We’ll have plenty of time to talk about what we used to do.” (Lincoln Journal Star – Aug. 23, 1996)

September 1996

In a September 10, 1996, cover story for Country Weekly, Trisha's life is deemed a "fairy tale" and Trisha gushes about Robert.

“I’m amazed we’ve been together for four years and still feel this way about each other. It’s kind of moving into a deeper level, even.” Life’s an adventure when the happy twosome finds time together, Trisha revealed. “He’s a laugh a minute. The last time we were home we put up the tepee I gave him for Christmas, and he was like a 12-year-old.” Asked how much time she and Robert get to spend together, Trisha said: “Believe it or not, we see each other quite a lot. He’s on the road and I’m on the road, but when one of us is off, we often fly to be with each other. We’ve got a lot of frequent flyer miles, let me tell you.”

October 1996

Garth and Sandy renew their marriage vows at the Good Shepherd United Methodist Church in Madison, Tennessee, on October 26.

1997

May 1997

Garth films a concert special in Ireland that will air on TV the following year. Trisha flies there to provide harmonies and sing a duet with him for the Ireland concerts.

She talks about it to The Tennessean ahead of the filming and how she tries to balance real life with her demanding schedule:

Fitting normalcy into a jet-set schedule is difficult. Tomorrow morning, for example, she boards a plane for Ireland, where she’s slated to perform with Garth Brooks as the “backup chick singer” for a series of concerts. “Yesterday I get home, I’ve been on the road for three weeks,” Yearwood recounts. “I’m like, ‘OK, the shrubs have not been trimmed in the three years I’ve lived here,’ and I just got out a pair of weed whackers – the big shears – and I did the whole house. Robert comes home and goes, ‘What happened?’ I’m like, ‘I don’t know, I went nuts.’” … Yearwood consciously fights that tendency toward isolation. Husband Reynolds, with whom she’ll celebrate their third anniversary during the Ireland trip, pushes her toward normalcy, despite his own bit of fame as the bass player for the Grammy-winning band The Mavericks. “Robert is totally undaunted by success,” she notes. “He’ll go out on the road with me where everybody knows he’s out there, and he’ll go out in the audience with a laminate (backstage pass) on, and sign autographs for an hour. He’s so unafraid of just getting out there in the middle of it, and he encourages me, in turn, to be that way.”

Robert is along for the Ireland trip and they mark three years married:

Congrats to Trisha Yearwood and The Mavericks’ Robert Reynolds who are celebrating their third wedding anniversary today (May 21) with a trip to the tropical island where they first honeymooned. Trisha’s been in Ireland opening shows for Garth Brooks. (The Tennessean)

August 1997

Trisha's new album, Songbook, is released in August 1997 featuring a duet with Garth, "In Another's Eyes." Though they have worked together in the past on each other's albums and had entertained the idea of doing a duets album together, this is their first true, major collaboration.

This duet will kick off a partnership between the two that is much more frequent and consistent than it has been since Trisha opened for Garth in 1991.

"In Another's Eyes" is also sent to country radio in August as the second single from Trisha's album. The song was written by Garth Brooks, Bobby Wood, and John Peppard.

In another's eyes I'm someone who Loves her enough to walk away from you I'd never cheat, I'd never lie In another's eyes

In another's eyes I can do no wrong He believes in me and his faith is strong I'd never fall or even compromise In another's eyes

For country star Trisha Yearwood, the current hit “In Another’s Eyes” marks a new chapter in a long-standing friendship. The song is a duet with superstar Garth Brooks, who Yearwood knows from demo-singing days of the 1980s in Nashville. “We’ve been friends for 10 years, and we’ve always been on each other’s records,” said Yearwood during a recent telephone interview from her tour bus. “We talked about doing a duets album, which has never gotten done. But we got the one tune recorded, and it’s been really nice. I hope that it’s going to be the catalyst that gets us back into the studio, and gets us recording a whole album.” (The Times)

September 1997

To promote the song in addition to some joint performances during live concerts in the fall, Garth and Trisha appear on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno.

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They also appear and sing on Terry Bradshaw's show.

On September 25, 1997, Trisha wins Female Vocalist of the Year at the CMA Awards, and she thanks Robert who is in the audience. Garth wins Entertainer of the Year but is not in attendance because he is on the road.

1998

February 1998

Garth and Trisha win the Grammy for Best Country Collaboration with Vocals for "In Another's Eyes."

Beginning in February, Trisha joins a number of Garth's world tour dates throughout the duration of 1998 to sing "In Another's Eyes" and "Walkaway Joe" during the concerts.

Garth also drops in on one of Trisha's concerts in late February:

Country music fans at a free promotional miniconcert by Trisha Yearwood got an unexpected bonus. Superstar Garth Brooks dropped in on his friend and opening act at the Caravan of Dreams on Sunday afternoon. Yearwood and Brooks sang a couple of tunes to the surprised crowd, including their duet “Walkaway Joe,” that has been highlighting his concerts in the Dallas-Fort Worth area the past two weeks. When Brooks walked onstage fans were shocked, but Yearwood simply turned and asked, “Would you like a Tic-Tac?” (Odessa American)

April 1998

In early April, the soundtrack for the movie "Hope Floats" is released, featuring Garth and Trisha's separate versions of "To Make You Feel My Love" at the beginning and end of the track list.

At the ACM Awards on April 22, Trisha introduces the presentation of the Special Achievement award to Garth, as he and Sandy sit in the audience.

Trisha also wins Top Female Vocalist and mentions her husband in her acceptance speech:

"Thank you... to my sister, who’s my date tonight because my husband’s in London. I love you Robert, wherever you are."

In a Q&A with the Associated Press, Trisha praises the way Garth handles being so famous.

Q: Besides touring, including a trip and television special in Ireland, you and Garth Brooks recorded a duet. What has he taught you? A: I’ve known him for 10 years and we’re good friends. He’s like a big brother to me. I think we both value each other’s opinion. I watch him and how he deals with fans. Let me tell you, he has class. He’s a good person. The biggest thing to learn from him is he really focuses on the music and lets the other stuff (gossip and critics knocking him) fall to the wayside. He doesn’t act famous. I like that.

July 1998

Trisha appears on Prime Time Country on The Nashville Network, and Garth drops in as a surprise during her interview.

Garth: “Usually we’re everywhere together… So she was here, I was off… I work for her now.”

September 1998

Garth and Trisha have another duet, "Where Your Road Leads," on her newest album of the same name. It is released as a single in September.

They perform "Where Your Road Leads" together live via satellite from their concert in Buffalo, which is broadcast on the CMA Awards on September 23.

They also accept awards they win that night - including Female Vocalist of the Year for Trisha and Entertainer of the Year for Garth - via the remote feed from Buffalo.

December 1998

The entire year has been full of Garth and Trisha performances, so of course it ends with a Christmas program appearance on NBC.

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1999

I wasn't able to find a whole lot of information about Garth and Trisha interactions throughout most of 1999. This may be because Garth's latest world tour has finally ended, and he has some new areas of focus including the "Chris Gaines" experiment that takes him down a very different tangent, along with the decision to privately separate from Sandy in March.

It may also be that they have spent the last year being such a duo that it was naturally time for a break from that. Whatever the case, they continue on as they were before... until October when Trisha files for divorce, and everyone's eyes turn to Garth.

January 1999

On January 5, Trisha receives three Grammy nominations and The Mavericks receive one, which is highlighted in a widely-dispersed Associated Press report, including the subhead: “Yearwood does better than husband.”

Sandy is with Garth at the American Music Awards on January 11, where he and Trisha also perform "Powerful Thing" together.

Less than a week later, Robert is with Trisha on January 16 when she is officially invited to join the Grand Ole Opry.

February 1999

Nancy Jones, wife of George Jones, has recently released a book called "Nashville Wives" which features chapters on wives of big country stars. Sandy contributes to the book, reportedly against Garth's wishes. Nancy tells a reporter:

“I didn’t really have to dig. I think it was therapy for a lot of these women. I think that with Sandy Brooks, there were some things she wanted to tell. Garth told her he didn’t want her to do the book, because he thought it would come back and haunt her. She called me several times, changing her mind before she said, ‘I’m doin’ it!’”

A quote from Sandy in the book includes:

“I knew nothing of what he was up to on the road, and he knew nothing of what I was up to, and we came together and said, ‘This ain’t what we had planned for each other,’ and we refocused and realized that we are a team and that we loved each other very much, but we had gotten off track.”

In an interview with Good Morning America, Nancy Jones talks more about what Sandy needed to get off her chest in the book:

Interviewer: You even talk with some women who talk about their husband's infidelity. Even Sandy Brooks, Garth Brooks' wife. And he publicly admitted his own infidelity. Nancy: Yes, he did, and in the book it also tells how Sandy dealt with it and how he dealt with it at first when he announced it. I mean, gosh, you get on TV and announce it, it's definitely embarrassing. She dealt with it and she tells how she still deals with a lot of things out there. Just imagine being married to Garth Brooks and all the women screaming and hollering for him.

Garth's "Chris Gaines" project, which is supposed to be a lead-in to a movie, is announced in February:

Garth Brooks’ new album, a pop release that will serve as a prequel soundtrack to the movie “The Lamb," will lead off with both a pop and a country single, according to Brooks. The Don Was-produced album, which features Brooks singing as Chris Gaines, the lead character in the movie, will be called “Garth Brooks in the Life of Chris Gaines.” The idea, says Brooks, is that by the time the movie comes out next year, people will recognize the songs as well as have a constant reminder that the movie is coming. (National Post)

(Though the Gaines album is initially supposed to get released in May 1999, it is pushed back several months. It will become a joke to the general public despite the commercial success of the album. The movie "The Lamb" will never end up being filmed.)

March 1999

When Garth and Sandy's divorce is filed in 2000, the documents will state that they had been quietly separated since March 1999. It appears that in the ensuing months, the two were still closely co-parenting and weighing the future of their marriage.

In Garth's documentary "The Road I'm On," Sandy says they had grown apart due to his constant career endeavors taking him away:

"When you’re not there on a daily basis, even a weekly basis, to communicate feelings… those were some lonely times."

While publicly Garth is gearing up for the Chris Gaines project, Trisha also takes on a different career move with an acting appearance in the TV show "JAG." In an article profiling her time on the show, Trisha and Garth are quoted about each other:

"The artist I would want to work with - every day, every night - is Trisha Yearwood," Garth Brooks says flatly.

“We have always just clicked,” Yearwood said. “The first time we sang together, it was like we had always sung together.” They’ve continued to do occasional duets. Yearwood opened for Brooks last year, singing to throngs. “In Minneapolis, we had 190,000 people over nine days,” she said. (Lansing State Journal)

An article mentions that Trisha's husband and parents are there when she is inducted into the Grand Ole Opry on March 13. I cannot find anything showing whether Garth was there, but he does offer this quote:

“I’m so happy for Trisha because she gets what it means to be a member, and I’m so happy for the Opry because they’re getting the highest in class and quality in return. It’s going to be a good marriage.”

May 1999

Amid their private separation, Sandy accompanies Garth to the ACM Awards where he wins Entertainer of the Year and Artist of the Decade. While in January he was still wearing his wedding ring, in May his finger is now bare.

During his speech to accept the Artist of the Decade award, Garth says, “I’ve got to turn to my wife, Sandy, and say thank you for a wonderful decade.”

In response, Sandy mouths, “I love you.”

He then says, “As far as a partner in the 90s music-wise, Trisha, I can’t thank you any more for the friendship you’ve shown me.”

June 1999

Trisha and her husband's band The Mavericks play a fundraiser for makeup artist Joel Green, who is battling cancer.

September 1999

Robert sits with Trisha at the CMA Awards on September 22 where she is nominated for Female Vocalist (losing to Martina McBride).

October 1999

Just two weeks after the CMAs, Trisha files for divorce from Robert. It is announced on October 5:

Country star Trisha Yearwood and her husband Robert Reynolds are calling it quits. Her publicist issued a statement Tuesday saying that the couple “filed for divorce today citing irreconcilable difference.” The statement also says, “The couple asks that their privacy be respected during this very personal and difficult time.” The two married in May 1994.

News of the divorce will set off a flurry of tabloid stories and rumors surrounding Garth and Trisha, even as he works out his separation from Sandy for another year.

For Part 2 click here.

#garth brooks #trisha yearwood

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chiquititaosita · 1 year

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monster trio reacting to you playing chicano hip hop, and lowrider jams part 1

post type: headcanon

reader: latina reader

summary: you show them new music and they’re reactions are unpredictable.

ft: monster trio luffy,zoro, and sanji

bear note: the second songs that I link are for part two’s future post 🤭

Luffy

‣ totally interested into the music

‣ “I LIKE THAT PART!! OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!” he loves the talk box 😭❤️

-dances like a fucking idiot with you, and makes you dance with him.

-he’ll be screaming these specific lyrics

-“you stood out from the group across the room! I had to keep my attention on you!!!!”

‣ he’s definitely a fan! Of nb ridaz. For sure will go to any concert if they’re performing at any island the straw hats land.

‣ “eres la princesa qUe Me VUELE lOCOOOOOO!!!!!!” HES even got chopper, usopp and sanji on this song 🤦🏽‍♀️

‣ the minute y’all play this song after a while, luffy will scream on the top of this lungs to every song that’s on. it’s adorable 😭❤️

-“HAVE I EVER TOLD YOU BABY!? THAT YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY!! A GOOD CRAZY!” he was just singing random lyrics from this group. Since the group had made new songs. He follows MC Magic (the guy who does the talk box) and loves this one song which I’ll link here

‣ you do not understand, you’ve showed him a new world to Chicano music and lowrider jams…. he didn’t even know that was, until then he’ll stick to it.

‣ His mixtapes are full of 90s rap and hip hop and some cumbias

Zoro

‣ he’s just like….what?

‣ “ I hate it.” he lied he loved

‣ he snickered at the part where chino grande says “baby gorl don’t cry 🫦”

-he wanted to do that for Halloween the makeup so y’all did that.

-hums the tune when sharpening his swords.

‣ “why are you playing it again?” You ask him?

‣”you like the song don’t you?”

‣”yeah-“

‣”then don’t complain.” He pouted because he secretly loves it

‣ “is youuuu.. and I wouldn’t trade it…” he’ll bop his head to the song, and tap his feet to it..

bear note- since tiktok ate this song I’ll give you part two.

Sanji

‣ “how do you know that song?” He was shocked and his heart was fluttering

‣ he’ll ask you because his mom would always sing a certain song to him when he was little. He told you it would always have him sound asleep, or leave a smile on his face.

‣“I’ve always heard this song playing when I was little. It stuck with me.” you sigh in nostalgia and happiness where you had those moments at the flea markets with your family eating elotes, tacos and street food.

‣“dance with me.” you’ll grab his hand and hug on his sleeve.

‣”as you wish my darling, just let me start it over again.” He puffed out his cigarette placing it on his ashtray. Starting the track over on the speaker.

‣ “remember when I told you about my mother singing me a certain song if I ever felt sad, or frustrated?” he gazed at you eagerly. You nodded in response and smiled at the fact you knew what he was going to say

‣”is this the song?”

‣”yeah…..” he explained how it was a comfort to him after him opening up to you about his family. you never felt so bad for such a man who has such a loving presence and a very big heart.

‣”ill try my best to sing it for you as often as I can.” He’ll whisper into your ear before kissing your temple, and tell you how lucky he is to have you.

‣ after a few days ago by when y’all land to a new island, the song plays again from a live band. You smile at him “may I have this dance amor?”

‣ he giggled and took your hand “yes yes you may.” He’ll kiss the tip of your nose, and sing in your ear. The way this man sings is heavenly 🥰

‣ “my angel baby is what I am going to call you from now on..” he’ll mumble as a blush appears on his face.

‣ it’s now your theme song. because he sings it or hums it all the time when he’s with you.

‣ so now anything with angels, or anything that says angel baby he buys it for you 😭❤️

‣any song with oldies he’s in love for real 🥰

#Spotify #one piece imagines #sanji x latina reader #sanji x fem reader #zoro x reader #luffy x reader #one piece x reader #roronoa zoro #pirate hunter zoro #sanji fluff #sanji x y/n #one piece x black!reader

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australianb1tch · 1 year

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so inviting, you almost jump in || kent fisher x gn reader

a/n - this is part 2 to weird but fucking beautiful. this part is based on gold rush :)) once again, this isn't proofread

summary - you don't like a gold rush but kent has you stuck in your thoughts and feelings about him

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You were lying on your bed, staring up at the ceiling reminiscing over the night you had. You had lost track of thought when your phone chimed and the screen lit up.

Enid: are you alright, you seemed in a haze back at the rave'n

you: i'm good, something just happened there that I wasn't expecting, that's all

Enid: you sure? if you ever need to talk about anything we can have a sleepover and talk it over some movies and snacks. we can do it tonight?

you: of course, come over when you're ready. Wednesday can come to if she'd like

3 minutes had passed when you heard a knock on the door. you opened it and saw Enid standing there with a blanket, bag of snacks and her phone. "Hey, where's Wednesday?" you smiled at her.

"She didn't want to come, she wanted to write a page for her novel. Also where can I put these?"

"You can put them on the bed for the time being."

"Now what's been bothering you, you have never acted like this in my time on knowing you. Did someone say something rude or is it something else?" Enid asked concerned.

"I, uh... I think I like someone..."

"Oh.. my.. god, WHO!" she screamed.

"Keep your voice down!" You whisper-shouted, "Also I'm not going to tell you it yet. Tell me who likes who and I'll tell you afterwards."

"Okay so I'm like 90% sure Xavier likes Wednesday, Bianca still likes Xavier, a few guys like Bianca, a few girls like Xavier and Kent..."

Your face dropped at the statement. a few girls like Kent. it felt almost as if your world was going to come crashing down. There was no way he would like you now that there's a few others in probably the same situation as you. Was the Rave'n seriously just some stupid thing you came up with in your head? You knew it felt to good to be true.

Enid continued to rant on about the gossip as you grabbed your laptop and some of the snacks. As she was talking she put on 10 things I hate about you and you two got yourselves comfortable. "So far, that is all I know," she finished off with. You pressed play in hopes that Enid forgot about asking you about who you like.

Halfway through the movie, you felt some pressure on your shoulder. You turned your head and you saw that Enid had fell asleep. You checked your phone and the time read 1:30. You set an alarm for 7 so you wouldn't miss breakfast. You closed your laptop and gently moved Enid so you could switch off the lights. You got back into bed and looked back up the ceiling, hoping you wouldn't fall harder for Kent.

You heard groaning on the other side of the room as your alarm had sounded. You dug your face into the pillow as you took a deep breath. You sat up groggily and stopped the alarm. You looked over to Enid and you both chuckled at each other seeing how bad the other's hair was. You walked into the bathroom and brushed your hair, then you washed your face while Enid cleaned up the remains from the night before. You walked out and went to the walk-in wardrobe and picked out your shoes and outfit, laying it on the bed then helping Enid with the rest of the room. "Thanks y/n, I'll see you down at breakfast," Enid said as she was walking toward the door. You waved to her as she closed the door.

You got changed and headed down to breakfast. You grabbed a mug and poured yourself some tea and grabbed a plate, taking some food before sitting down at an empty table. You stirred the tea slowly, while getting sucked into your thoughts. What must it be like to grow up that beautiful, his blue eyes gleaming and twinkling, like sinking ships on water. It was so inviting, you wanted to jump in but everyone wanted him. You re-focused as those thoughts faded into the grey of the tea cause it could never be. You couldn't dare to dream about him anymore. You drank your tea and you saw Enid and a few other students flooding into the dining hall. She smiled at you and grabbed some food before coming and sitting down opposite you. Wednesday quickly followed. The three of you talked for a bit before you started eating in silence. Your thoughts about Kent quickly chased after you but you kept them out. Your plate was empty after a few minutes and you decided it was time to head back to your dorm.

You left the dining hall as another flood of students was coming in. You walked down the corridor and your hand brushed past someone. You turn your head around and you locked eyes with the guy that took up your head. He seemed to move in slow motion, his hair bouncing ever so slightly with every step he took, falling into place like dominos. Your heart seemed to stop at the sight of him, fireworks and butterflies seemed to replace the food in your stomach. You felt yourself falling for him even harder than the night before but you turned around and kept walking as you knew that falling felt like flying till your bones crushed. You kept repeating in your head 'everybody wants him, you don't like a gold rush'

#kent #kent the siren #kent wednesday #kent x reader #kent fisher #enid sinclair #wednesday netflix #wednesday #taylor swift #gold rush

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rocksaltandroll · 8 months

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So, I feel like it’s Unpopular Opinion Time about GO2. I’ve been thinking about it since I watched it and…well…I hate it, lads. I really wanted to love it, but…

Well, here are my Reasons:

I first read Good Omens in probably 2003. It was a friend’s copy and I finished it & immediately went & bought my own. I loved it.

I was so scared to watch it when Good Omens (1) first came out. I thought the casting was all wrong. I was worried they would butcher one of my favourite books of all time.

I was so glad to be wrong. I loved everything about it. The casting was actually perfect, I was okay with the changes, and I absolutely adored that cold open! Hell I even wrote a whole 135k 1941 spy romance fic based on that 5 minute scene in the church!

And then I heard they were making GO2 and I was scared again.

I knew that T&N had batted ideas for a sequel about years ago, but nothing had come to fruition. This time it would all be Gaiman. I’ve never made it through a single Gaiman book but I’ve read most of Pratchett’s. I was worried.

But I watched it. And the more I watched, the more I disliked it and by the end, I honestly hated it.

The first thing: all of the fun & funny, all the favourite lines and things that made you giggle in the OG GO? 90% of those were Pratchettisms. S2 was severely lacking in Pratchettisms.

The second: Plot? What plot?

I mean, if you set aside the mini episodes inside the main episodes (those mini episodes are a whole other problem all by themselves), what exactly have we got?

The Archangels are plotting. Gabriel disagreed with what they were plotting and he’s walked out, memoryless, naked with an empty box & turns up at Aziraphale’s.

A&C aren’t getting on. For some reason. At the end of S1 they were honestly ready to get married & have babies, and now Crowley is living in his car because his flat is apparently Company Property and he’s been evicted. I still don’t understand why they’re not getting on.

So both heaven & hell are looking for Gabe, and A&C are trying to hide him while they figure out what’s going on.

Except they don’t. S1 they figured out things, they pieced things together, they investigated.

S2 they spent the whole time trying to play matchmaker for Nina & Maggie, and despite having been on Earth for 6000 years, seem to have zero idea about human mating rituals.

It’s literally only at the end when Gabe gets his memory back that he TELLS them he left because he disagrees with triggering the second coming & want to run off with Beelzebub which, to me, is like Gaiman took a nose dive into the GO tumblr tags and went ‘aha! people have started shipping this! let’s make the masses giggle!’

On top of this, in what life would our Aziraphale - the angel who isn’t really an angel anymore, the hedonist, the guy who literally looked heaven in the face and said Buggere Alle This For a Larke and went off to find his friend and stop Armageddon - in what life would he think ‘ooh the metatron is giving me a promotion to start the second coming, let’s grab Crowley and we can turn him back into an angel!’????

No. He’s already made the decision that Heaven is Wrong. Heaven isn’t Good. He & Crowley have already decided at the end of S1 that they’re on their own side - the HUMAN side - and there’s no way Aziraphale is naive enough to think he can change anyone’s mind Up There.

And that kiss. God that made me so uncomfortable. It wasn’t heartbreaking to me, it was just uncomfortable and wrong.

As for those mini episodes. I’m honestly not sure what I can say about those. They bored the shit out of me & served little purpose to the ‘main plot’. They saw everyone loved the cold open and just thought ‘what chaos can we cause putting these two in various historical costumes this time?’

Im not in this to analyse every single thing, I’m not in it for the meta, I’m in this for the story. And to me, this was a seriously disappointing story.

I did like Nina & Maggie but I didn’t like how their story was handled. I also enjoyed how all the shopkeepers in Whickber Street were all convinced that stuffy & fluffy Mr Fell had himself a hot redhead vintage car enthusiast boyfriend, but that’s about all I really enjoyed from the whole thing.

I hate that I hate it. I really wanted to love it, especially since I see the vast majority of you loving it. I wanted to join in the froth. I hoped it would reignite my desire to write.

Alas.

Thus ends my unpopular opinion.

#Good Omens 2 #unpopular opinion

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areseebee · 2 years

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Hi!! Just reread all of Maybe Someday - 😍😍 It is SO amazing and completely canon in my mind! Cannot wait for the rest of Someday!

I love the bisexual James HC and love to see it here too, and I know it won't be a focus of the fic, but I have been wondering - there is no way James "I support gay people even though I am not actually gay myself" Maguire didn't have a huge-ass crisis, right 😂? Did you have any thoughts on what that might've been like for James?

thank you!! 🥰 also thank you for this ask, i didn't realize how much my brain would light up to get asked questions about the story itself and my headcanons! here is my very long, winding, should-have-been-more-succinct answer to this:

james being bi was mostly something i sort of kept to myself as my hc of choice from the minute i wrote in smoke break chapter 1 about james having tried menthols before. it was the most minor detail, but, while michelle is convinced he tried the methols because of a girl, i chose from erin's POV to have her always think about a possible partner of james in terms of "someone" or "them." because, in truth, in my head, james did try menthols because of a crush at school, but it wasn't because of a girl (and he really doesn't want to talk about it because 1. it's just a crush and 2. he's not sure how he feels about having this crush).

it wasn't until i was chatting with @derrygirlstrash one day about where the story could go after smoke break that she was like "so, to me, james is bi" and it was the loveliest thing in the world for me to be able to say "me too!" that's when i decided to make it officially a part of how i write james.

i read james's sexuality through my own lens of experience - for a while, he's not really sure how he identifies, he's not really sure if his friendship with this crush with the menthols is because he hasn't really been friends with a lad for a long time because all his closest friends are girls, or if because he just admires and respects him, or if it's because he really likes this guy - all he knows is that he wants to be noticed by him, wants to spend time with him, goes out of his way to put himself in his crush's path. ultimately, however, it is something he sort of puts away in a box - he goes to derry for the summer and things happen with erin, and then goes back to london and meets his post-smoke break gf, faye. maybe he had a growing awareness of his sexuality, but it sort of took a back seat because he was with partners who he loved so it didn't really matter that much what he identified as. it's sort of a "i'll think about this later" sort of thing.

i like to think that him being so close to clare and observing her get more comfortable in her identity softened the "realization" of it all. he knew he had people around him that would be accepting, he knew it wasn't some end-of-the-entire-world kind of thing, and he just organically gets more comfortable with himself as he gets older. also - it probably helped that faye is bi, too, as hinted with mentions of with her and clare dating later on during the someday timeline. it just becomes increasingly a part of his ecosystem during the formative years of his life.

my experience is, of course, not everyone's experience. but i vibe with the part of me that figured it out over time without it being much of a struggle with my identity, that it was something that felt like welcoming a new color to my own identity that i hadn't seen in myself before, that also felt like it was about the individual i cared about/crushed on, rather than their gender identity. so that's the experience i choose to imagine for james too.

ultimately, to me, it doesn't really become a thing for james until he meets someone who sort of makes it a thing: miles, who he meets on a set of a film shoot, and who is disturbingly handsome - patrick swayze/john stamos lovechild handsome; the perfect 90s heartthrob, basically.

incidentally, i wrote a short little thing (very unedited) about the first time miles and james meet, which i am happy to share here. i gave him some bi panic, as a treat. but it’s because miles is absurdly hot, not because james is necessarily fighting against or even all that surprised by the attraction. i am not sure if it will show up anywhere "officially" in the future, so here it is now:

“Has anyone ever told you that you look like Patrick Swayze?”

Miles paused before a slow grin came over his face. James swallowed, his mouth feeling very suddenly dry. “Flattery will get you everywhere, mate,” he said, before turning back to his sound board.

“Not trying to flatter, just…wondered if anyone had said. Cause – Patrick Swayze’s great. And you definitely look like him.”

Miles glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, his smirk remaining firmly in place. “Big fan then? What’s your favourite Swayze film?”

“Er – Ghost. I guess.”

“Classic,” Miles answered. “Want to know mine?”

“Sure,” James shrugged, stuffing his hands in his jean pockets just to have something to do with them.

“Dirty Dancing,” Mile said with a wink. James immediately felt hot all over.

He cleared his throat and tried to sound nonchalant. “That’s…good choice,” he said. Miles nodded, and continued connecting cables. “‘I carried a watermelon,’” James offered.

Miles’s hands had been moving quickly, setting up for the day’s shoot, but they stopped as he glanced questioningly at James, “What?”

“Oh. Er,” James started, feeling exceedingly stupid. “It’s what Baby says. When she first meets him.”

“Oh. Right,” Mile said, chuckling, and turning back to his work. “Good memory.”

“I can’t help it. The lines just sort of stick.”

“And see, my brain’s just like a sieve. Goes right through. Maybe I need another watch sometime soon. You can tell me when all the good lines are coming up,” Miles said, another smirking glance sent James’s way.

“Oh. Yeah. Maybe.” James’s cheeks felt very hot. “Well…I should go. Do my…job. Or whatever.”

“Sounds good, mate,” Miles chuckled again. “See you around. And – if you ever want to get lifted like that, well…you know where to find me.”

“Um. Ok,” James said, knowing for certain now that he must look like a tomato. He turned exactly 180 degrees and walked for too long in that direction. It was only when he ended up on the outskirts of the set by the makeup trailer that he realized he’d gone exactly the wrong way. He had to call Clare.

#ask #james maguire #i have thought a lot about james maguire #i have thought a lot about anything i write and LOVE to talk about it #so always feel free to send me asks about it!#my fic

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trekkiepirate · 1 year

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THIS WEEKEND THOUGH!

Yesterday was at a big con for the first time in years (LACC and yes my back and feet are pissed off at me today and i blame them not 1 whit): got to see a friend and chat with him for a while and he signed my photo of us with this silly in-joke we’ve had for... jeezy chrizzy EIGHT FUCKING YEARS I HAVE JUST REALIZED!

Also got some great gifts for my brother for xmas and his birthday in March, Got an animal crossing puzzle and cute card for my mom, a redacted for my sister who will read this post and who needs to remind me if I have their new address (@intheseautumnhands *cough*), I spoiled myself on a set of gorgeous tiger eye dice and the booth did a raffle and I WON GORGEOUS METAL DICE IN MY FAVE COLOURS SO TWO DICE SETS (the latter of which I asked my friend, known for his poor rolling skills, to curse so when my chaotic neutral rogue needs to do something I KNOW IS BAD FOR THE PARTY AND/OR GAME, I can hope to stop her). No less than 5 people told me that my dress was pretty (it is, it’s also super comfy and I don’t have to shave my legs to wear it and it’s my new favourite) and...

I GOT A PHOTO OP WITH ELIJAH WOOD! If y’all knew me as a teen, so like three of you, you’d know LOTR is my JAM, especially the Hobbits (I didn’t know they had a Hobbit duo with Elijah and Sean or I would have been on that SO FAST but they sold out). Y’all Elijah Wood’s eyes are SO BLUE. Like, I am fairly sure I said the word “hi” when he said “hi”, we took the picture, I took one last look, vaguely think I only mouthed the words thank you, I don’t recall hearing myself say them and I just ran off to go stand in a corner and wiggle like a happy hedgehog for a solid two minutes.

AND THEN! To what do my wondering eyes appear, but not only new Jaskier pics (I will do murders to whoever hurt my beloved bard MURDERS) BUT Joey at a con, being precious AND a huge drop of interviews featuring Joey and Sir Lenny Henry (who I have adored since the 90s because Yes, Chef! was a fave in my family) being the most chaotic, hilarious, insightful, brilliant duo I could have imagined. These videos are getting put on a playlist called Instant Serotonin.

AND THEN to cap it all of another fave of mine was also at a con (in...Germany... I think? IDK) so there’s adorable pictures and video of him as well (including IN GLASSES PEOPLE IN GLASSES ARE 10000x HOTTER IT IS KNOWN THIS IT IS THE WAY) and I am seriously putting off the last two episodes of Dickensian, which I have been bingeing (and which features new fave being the most preciously impossible jackass and doing a posh accent so crisp it could cut and it sounds So Wrong on him but is still fantastic) because I both 1. have read Dickens books and know how bad these characters’ lives turn out and 2. am aware waht Dickensian means. Like, I am savouring my happy and I will watch their lives crumble to even more ash tomorrow during work.

#SO MUCH #my tonin is sero'ed #LACC #Wil Wheaton #Joey Batey #Sir Lenny Henry #(who is an icon and a gem and if Joey wasn't sitting there vaguely losing his MIND over hanging out with Lenny Henry I will be SURPRISED #Joseph Quinn #ELijah Wood #it's a good weekend for #brown eyed guys I am or would love to be friends with #and blue eyed boys I am or used to be in love with

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sweetdreamsjeff · 2 years

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Jeff Buckley

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Jeff Buckley's voice is one of the most enduring sounds of the 1990s.

His music still holds power, despite it being 20 years since the release of his only studio album Grace and over 17 years since his untimely death.

Interviews with Buckley expose his unpredictable character ranging from quiet and guarded to candid and revealing. Either way, one thing’s for sure: Jeff Buckley could never be relied on for an easy interview.

"He had a whole mythology that was kind of growing up around him," musician Jen Cloher remembers. "He was a bit edgy. You couldn't quite categorise Jeff Buckley. I think there was a bit of intrigue as well. Who was this guy? It was really fresh."

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Soundgarden frontman Chris Cornell, who was a friend of Buckley’s, says he possessed a star quality.

"What made him that person? I have no idea. But he was that person," he recalls.

"He was this amazing, unique kind of spirit that everyone was kind of drawn to. He had that quality that superstars have. But he unfortunately didn't live long enough for that to be exposed to everyone."

Related article - Hallelujah: The song that took a decade to connect Download the Jeff Buckley J Files podcast on iTunes

CHAPTER 1

Kangaroo

While in some parts of the world – his native USA among them – Buckley became a musical hero in the wake of his tragic death, Australia embraced him as a superstar while he was alive.

Jeff Buckley's mother Mary Guibert assured triple j in 1998 that the love we showed Buckley was not only acknowledged but very much reciprocated.

"He loved Australia, adored Australia," she said. "It was so exciting for him to be there, the response was that palpable for him.

"He really wasn't ready for the depth of the response. It was really gratifying to him. There's something about the Aussie spirit, that kind of independence, that struck a harmonic note with Jeff. He was always so experimental that he didn't always get that really roaring enthusiastic reception in the US, which was alright with him. He liked just being a songwriter and admired for his singing and having a controlled following rather than some kind of raging success.

"But the genuine nature I think of the [Australian] reception, just the way the fans responded to him in concert, the feeling he would get from the people in that performance experience, which he loved to do in the first place, was really a strong and powerful one. It was good for him."

He visited Australia twice in his relatively short career. A short promo tour that saw him in small clubs in Sydney and Melbourne in August and September 1995. Just five months later he had a mammoth theatre tour, selling out some of the biggest rooms around the country, sometimes repeatedly.

The reviews were largely glowing.

"With Jeff’s first tour in 1995, there was a considerable level of excitement and anticipation," triple j Music Director Richard Kingsmill remembers. "Australia had had plenty of time to live with Grace, it had been out for exactly a year before his live show got here.

It was, and still is, as close to a perfect concert I’ve ever seen.

Richard Kingsmill

"Everyone knows now that Grace is a classic. But even after a year of it being out, he was still more a cult artist getting great reviews than he was a superstar. The shows booked in Australia on that first tour were pretty modest size rooms – nothing like the big theatres he played on his follow up tour here in 1996."

Kingsmill remembers the opening show of that first, intimate tour at The Metro in Sydney.

"It’s fair to say the crowd was full of as many local musicians as there were punters," he says. "As soon as he started playing, and then when he sang, the room was his for the next 90 minutes. It was, and still is, as close to a perfect concert I’ve ever seen. He knew this was an important show and that there was a lot riding on it for his growing popularity here.

"He and his band were on fire that night. All in his camp agreed afterwards it was a good one. For me, when towards the end of the night he started dropping in really challenging covers like Big Star’s 'Kangaroo', it had gone way beyond being just a great gig. It was simply a thrill to be a music fan and there that night to soak it all up."

Wendy Tuohy raved about Buckley's return to Australia, writing for The Age in February 1996.

"A fragile figure with a boy's white arms told us wrenching stories of loss, pain and aching," she wrote.

"He used a musical language so beautiful - and sang at times in a voice as rich but tortured as a male Nina Simone - that the pain became a thing of beauty.

"We do not know the exact origins of Jeff Buckley's intensity, or what causes the compressed tension that sometimes makes him rigid at the microphone, but the ’lots of bad things’ he speaks about to journalists, the ‘lots of irreparable damage... the agony of learning all over again’ certainly came through in his coiled-spring stage presence."

Grace has spent 52 weeks in the ARIA charts since its release, even sitting in the top ten back in 1995. The record only managed 149th spot in his native US, though Buckley's mother believes this was due to his label wanting to build his profile slowly.

"Part of that was by intention, I'm sure," she said. "I've seen the marketing plans all throughout and they were all a very low-key, take it easy, let Jeff develop kind of thing."

There was truly an affinity between the artist and the people of this country. If you ever poured your heart out to Jeff Buckley via fan mail, there's a good chance he took what you wrote to heart.

He got a lot of very touching letters from Australian fans which he kept as keepsakes. And he was not a keeper of things.

Mary Guibert, Jeff Buckley's mother

"He got a lot of fan mail from the Australian fans too," Guibert said. "He got a lot of very touching letters from Australian fans which he kept as keepsakes. And he was not a keeper of things. But there were some really powerful letters that he got from some of the Australian fans about how his music touched them. I think that really endeared them to him as well."

Photographer Merri Cyr was a close friend of Buckley's throughout his life and took the iconic photo that adorns Grace's front cover. She also attests to how much the singer loved our country.

"I know Jeff loved Australia, particularly he loved Melbourne," she remembers. "He talked about that quite a bit. Australians really connected with Jeff immediately and embraced him, they loved him.

"I'm glad he got to experience that while he was alive. Not just adulation, but the love."

CHAPTER 2

Wait In The Fire...

1994's Grace was Jeff Buckley's only studio album. While collections of material – demos, live recordings, rejected studio sessions – all surfaced after his passing, he left just one finished LP behind at the time.

The album was made at Bearsville Studio in Woodstock, New York, with Andy Wallace, whose production credits at the time were largely for heavy metal and punk rock bands. Making the record in the country was a way of keeping Buckley from distraction, allowing him to channel all of his energy and love of experimentation into making the record.

"I didn't know how beautiful the place would be before I got there," Buckley explained when Grace was released. "I went up there and the place is king, it's absolutely great. So we set up there and we worked for like five or six weeks.”

The core band for the Grace sessions featured Buckley, bassist Mick Grondahl and drummer Matt Johnson, three musicians who had known each other for just six weeks before heading to the studio.

"The whole process of this album was ass-backwards," Buckley said. "The studio was chosen, the producer was chosen, didn't have a band. I thought I'd get it together by that time. I knew I was gonna work with Andy before we got anything solid. We talked about how to record things and the way I wanted to do it. I wanted to get a big room, with the band and the material, 12 mics, live. Virtually we did that."

The recording space was setup in a way that would allow for the band’s ever-changing dynamic, according to author Daphne A. Brooks.

"Wallace and the group set up two different full band recording situations – for louder and softer ensemble playing with two different sets of drums all miked up and set to go at any time. Wallace was always ready with tape rolling,” Brooks wrote in her book Jeff Buckley's Grace, part of the 33 1/3 series.

"An additional third performance area with microphones was set up with a riser, similar to a small stage in a cafe. From time to time Jeff would sit down and play songs.

"There was no set plan or schedule for these recordings, but these sessions clearly provided a fluid bridge between Buckley's solo work and the structure for his new experimentation with the band."

Many consider Grace to be a classic album. It gets the kind of praise reserved only for truly game-changing records. It has earned countless five-star reviews, frequently appears at the pointy end of "best album" polls and has no shortage of glowing recommendations.

"I still think it's one of my all time favourite albums. It's just timeless," Big Scary's Tom Iansek says. "I think you can put it on now and it doesn't sound dated. I guess this just comes down to the quality of the songs. They're that good that they still have relevance and they still bring up the same emotions and evoke the same feelings as they did years ago."

Jen Cloher agrees.

"Grace is an album that stands up today, it's a classic," she says.

"It's a classic album and I think it will go down in the history books – it already has – as one of the most accomplished debut albums of all time. Amazing songs."

Speaking to Mojo magazine in 1997, Patti Smith Group guitarist and Nuggets co-curator Lenny Kaye said Grace was merely hinting at bigger things to come.

"Grace was a great beginning, staking out all the stylistic territory," he said. "I think he was getting ready to make his first real record, working out what he wanted to say without letting that wonderful voice distract people from his internal emotion. I'm sure he wanted to be more than just a pretty face and voice. He had a vast plain to work in and he never really got to work it."

CHAPTER 3

Songs To No One

Jeff Buckley's playlist of tracks that mattered to him On his first Australian tour in August 1995, Jeff Buckley visited triple j to talk to Richard Kingsmill about six songs that mattered to him at that time.

Music's power was clearly important to Buckley, as it was something he would connect to the key moments in his life.

"Music needs time to live in and sometimes that time is a memory, a childhood memory or a really dramatic memory of a fight, a loss, a death, a birth, a movie," he said. "Something totally ordinary – if a song captures it, those are the things that keep time in your life.

"The day I heard 'How Soon Is Now', the day I heard 'Yeh Jo Halka Halka Suroor' by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, the night I heard Górecki's Third Symphony, the day I heard 'Ain't No Mountain High Enough'..."

Diana Ross – 'Ain't No Mountain High Enough'

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Diana Ross Aint No Mountain High Enough

Buckley began by recalling hearing Diana Ross' version of the classic soul song 'Ain't No Mountain High Enough' as a five-year-old boy.

"Fullerton, California. Pritchard St house. We lived next to a railroad track and an airport simultaneously," he reflected. "My mother had a garage full of weird clothing she would make and she had her own business called Elegant Funk. I would roll joints for my parents."

When Kingsmill asked if his childhood was good, Buckley's response spoke volumes.

"Eh," he shrugged. "It was a childhood."

The Grifters – 'Get Outta That Spaceship & Fight Like A Man'

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The Grifters Get Outta That Spaceship

Jeff Buckley's love of The Grifters is well acknowledged, particularly by his Australian fans. He loved the band so much that, on his second tour of Australia in 1996, he brought them along to open the shows.

Buckley was first turned on to the Memphis indie rockers in the live arena.

"For some reason we ended up in Iowa City and opening up for us was The Dambuilders, a really rocking band from Boston, and The Grifters and then us. I don't know what the hell happened – it shouldn't have been like that, but it was and that was how I saw The Grifters. It was just great."

Vocalist David Shouse’s emotion is intense in this track, a trait Buckley seemed to admire above all others.

"Dave's voice... He hurts real bad. He hurts real good."

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Bad Brains – 'How Low Can A Punk Get'

Bad Brains - How Low can a Punk Get

You wouldn't expect Jeff Buckley to be a hardcore punk aficionado after hearing his achingly beautiful songs, but Bad Brains were an important part of Buckley's introduction to New York City.

"It was D.C. hardcore and New York hardcore and hardcore all over the place. They just came out and they were so ahead of everything it seemed. Not ahead, they just nailed it.

"My introduction to New York for the first time, the first thing I heard was 'Re-Ignition', that changed my life. I Against I, that whole album...

"But the first Bad Brains album is the one that I love the most. It took a while for me to get into Rock For Light 'cos there's a lot of the same songs as on the first one and it's produced by Ric Ocasek from The Cars and it sounds really bright and clear, whereas the first one sounds muddy and evil. But I learnt to like it because there's songs on it you can't get anywhere else, such as this one."

Jon Spencer Blues Explosion – 'Blues X Man'

Jon Spencer Blues Explosion - Blues X Man

Jeff Buckley was a well-known figure around New York's Lower East Side. So it stands to reason that he was familiar with the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, another popular act formed in that area around the same time Buckley was cutting his teeth at Sin-é.

Buckley hadn't yet seen the band live, but he certainly had some ideas about what it might be like.

"I pretend I'm Judah Bauer naked in my apartment sometimes," he told Kingsmill. "Sometimes I pretend I'm the back-up girls on this song."

Shudder To Think – 'Track Star'

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Shudder To Think - The Recording of Pony Express

Pony Express Record was the first album Washington D.C. punks Shudder To Think released on a major label. It was 1996 and labels were still taking chances with loud, unique bands in the hope of another Nevermind. Shudder To Think never reached such lofty heights, but the record, mixed by Grace producer Andy Wallace, was an artistic triumph and remains critically adored.

"They used to be based out of D.C. now some of them are in New York. People think that I'm good. But this is a person, these are some people that I think are really good, really beautiful. You've never heard anything like this. There are too many things to choose from on this one, but I especially adore 'Track Star' – you'll see.”

The Patti Smith Group – 'Ain't It Strange'

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Buckley was a huge Patti Smith fan. One little known fact is that Patti Smith had a profound influence on the now iconic cover of Grace, Merri Cyr explains.

"The image that was chosen for the album cover was an image that I didn't even notice on the contact sheets, and that I hadn't even made a proof of," she told Double J when asked about the now iconic shot.

"Jeff pointed his finger to it and said 'I want that one'. The reason he liked that photograph was that he could tell he was listening to music in that photograph. He could see in the image that he was listening to music.

"We were listening at that time that the shot was taken to a Patti Smith album, Horses. It was a funny thing, we both brought the same CD to the shoot that day. He was really digging into the music, so I got that moment. That's why he chose the image."

'Ain't It Strange' is from Smith’s 1976 album, Radio Ethiopia. Buckley initially said there were no words that he could use to describe the power of the song, but then couldn't resist trying to articulate what made it so special.

"This song sounds like a song of devotion in its strength," he said. "Her voice and her music and her words are all equally special and strange and penetrating and understanding. They all integrate.

"I can't separate her from her voice, I look at a picture of her and I can only imagine that sound coming out. Like a force of nature."

CHAPTER 4

The Man That Got Away

Jeff Buckley's father was revered folk singer Tim Buckley. The two were estranged up until Jeff was eight years old, at which point Jeff's mother took her son to see the folk hero perform live.

The two Buckleys spent a few days together following that show, but Tim died just a couple of months later from an overdose of alcohol and heroin.

Jeff could never shirk the unwelcome comparisons to his father that he garnered all throughout his career.

"It always came up," Merri Cyr remembers. "At his shows a lot of Tim fans would be requesting Tim songs. They'd say 'Play 'I Never Asked to be Your Mountain'' or something and he'd be like 'Fuck you!'. He just kept comparing himself to Tim and I think that's a sad thing."

Cyr noticed an element of competition that Jeff had with his father's legacy.

"I think there was this time when he was about 27, I remember him telling me 'By the time my dad was this age, he had seven albums already and he had slept with more beautiful women then I ever will'. So I think, unfortunately, he was in some competition with his father, but he didn't know his father so it was... I don't know if it's oedipal, but it's kind of definitely mythological."

I think, unfortunately, he was in some competition with his father, but he didn't know his father so it was... I don't know if it's oedipal, but it's kind of definitely mythological.

Merri Cyr, photographer

Mary Guibert believes that Buckley was beginning to become more comfortable being compared to his father, despite his early frustrations.

"I think he was becoming more comfortable with the constant comparison," she said. "He certainly was getting to a point where he could understand how a young man of 18, at the beginning of his career, could find it difficult to break through the wall that you build over the years between yourself and an estranged son, in the way that he and Tim were estranged.

"I think, in the process of becoming a man himself, he was able to understand and accept more the way things turned out and be more at peace with that. I think if Tim were alive today he would be so proud of his son. And if you were to ask Jeff, he'd be proud of what his father accomplished. He just felt that they both deserved to have their own place."

The soundtrack to my life! Mid-twenties, life overseas, breakups (Last Goodbye & Lover You Should've Come Over), get-back-togethers, my first born daughter is named Grace & now all 3 of my daughters love his music...it's so moving & ethereal...

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Despite their stylistic differences, Guibert said the way the two men approached their music was almost identical.

"I think the one thing that impressed him the most about his father's work was that it was really true to him, it was an extension of himself. He didn't hold anything back. In those two ways they were similar. But not because one was influenced by the other, they were just simply that way on their own. As individuals."

Guibert's comments echo a sentiment Buckley expressed to Rolling Stone in 1994.

"Separated all our lives, and now I'm right there in the [CD] bin next to him," he said. "His thing should stand on its own, so should mine. Otherwise, how else could I bring honour to it?"

CHAPTER 5

Mystery White Boy

It's an easy, but fair, assertion that Jeff Buckley was complicated. His varied influences, his complex relationship with his father's legacy, the strange way in which his one true studio record was made and the deeply spiritual connection he had to music, that he often struggled to verbalise, all examples of this.

There can be no denying that the mythology of Jeff Buckley is a part of his appeal.

But what will always loom largest about Jeff Buckley is the 51-minute opus that is Grace, from the sweet, sustained harmonics that usher in the delicately beautiful 'Mojo Pin' to that one final falsetto croon that closes 'Dream Brother'. This will forever be Buckley at his most pure to his legions of current fans and the many who will continue to discover him in the years to come.

For a career that was so short, Jeff Buckley has left us with so much.

"Being a guy that's been to a lot of funerals for young people, the discussion comes up – the light that burns twice as bright burns half as long," Chris Cornell says.

"That's the way you treat the notion of a person that does well before they should. It's usually BS, it's usually a way of everybody just kinda dealing with it and feeling better about what happened. But in his case it was very true."

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[スタオケ] La Corda d'Oro Starlight Orchestra Main Story Chapter 2-9 Translation

*Starlight Orchestra Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Main story tag will be #Main Starlight

Female Student 1: That was a brilliant concert~ What should we do now? Should we go to study in a nearby cafe?

Female Student 2: Sure! There’s an exam coming up, so we have to put in our due diligence.

Female Student 3: Why do I feel like we’ve all gotten much closer after we started holding study sessions together?

Female Student 2: Hehe. Right? I guess this is what you call the springtime of life.

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Kirigaya: I’ve finished up things on my end.

Kirigaya: …Hm? And why are your eyes shining like that…

Seiji: You’re up to something. And I’m 90% sure that it’s nothing good.

⊳ Choice: Let’s hold a study session with all three of us!

Kirigaya: HUH? Me? Study with him? You’ve gotta be kiddin’...

Seji: The idea of holding a study session is sound, but getting this guy to sit in a chair for a prolonged period is nigh impossible.

Kirigaya: What, ya’ belittlin’ me?

Seiji: And there you have it. See? No need to force us to befriend each other.

And they get along swimmingly when they’re arguing with each other too…

Seiji: Judging from that look on your face, did you really think that we’d make up and be friends through a study session?

Akira: C’mon, don’t look so down. I’ll do it, but only if it doesn’t take long.

Seiji: And he took the bait… You’re one unsuspecting schemer, aren’t you?

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Seiji: (L/n)-san? You’ve been stuck on that question for a while now… Are you at your wit’s end yet?

Akira: Ya’ just have to look at the answer sheet for that, don’t you? If you copy the answers down, you’ll get it all down pat in a minute at most—

Akira: There isn’t one…? Damnnit, let me shimmy my way out of this like how I always do at least!

Seiji: Come now, don’t force such low standards onto her. Were the Concertmistress to stoop to your level, then this Orchestra is going to fall into ruin.

Akira: Ahh, I’m so glad your sly and studious bespectacled ass didn’t end up bein’ the Concertmaster. You’d ruin it for everyone.

They’d both been throwing insults at one another while studying.

⊳ Choice: You guys actually seem to be getting along better now…

Akira: Huh??? Seiji: I find it hard to understand just how you came to that conclusion.

⊳ Choice: You both fight like an old couple

Akira: No way in hell. Akira: If that’s true, then, surely, I must be best friends with the delinquents down in Ibaraki.

⊳ Choice: You’re both like two pieces of a puzzle!

Seiji: Poor thing’s hallucinating. Did you go scavenging for the wrong mushrooms?

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Akira: Ahhh, I can’t do this any longer. I’m outta here…

Akira: ….Huh? What’s this music sheet?

Akira: Is this… Mack the Knife?

Seiji: Oh? Do you play jazz too? I must say, that’s an interesting choice.

Seiji: Playing this song while hunting down the delinquents in Ibaraki…

⊳ Choice: What do you mean by that?

Seiji: This song is about outlaws. It's a Jazz standard. Akira: The townsfolk once heard rumors of a serial killer on the loose, and his name was Mack. You can't see him, but you can sense his presence.

⊳ Choice: I think it’s fitting

Akira: So you do get it! The lyrics are aggressive as well. Akira: It’s about outlaws. They remain strong in the face of adversity despite their fear, and they won’t bow down to those in power.

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Akira: This guy can pull off the craziest stunts while remaining unseen. Don’t ya’ think that’s cool?

Seiji: However, not only was his identity revealed, but rumors had also started to spread. If he’s not a goner by then, then I don’t know what is.

Seji: I think I can handle it much better than him regardless of who I’m up against.

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Looks like “Mack the Knife” has managed to catch their interest.

⊳ Choice: Why don’t you try playing it now?

Seiji: I knew you were going to say that sooner or later. Akira: Sure thing. It’s loads better than borin’ old studyin’.

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Both of their performances perfectly complement each other.

It was harmony, something that we couldn’t attain in our prior practice sessions.

But… I feel like I’ve heard this resonance somewhere before…

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Tomoharu: Here, look. This video seems to have been taken from when the place was still in business.

Ginga: We can’t really see the other guy. The video’s too dark.

⊳ Choice: (No way… Was the other person from back then…)

Seiji: What is it? It's a little distracting when you stare at me like that.

⊳ Choice: I think I know now!

Akira: Know what? Seiji: Who knows? Perhaps she had a eureka moment regarding the question she was stuck on earlier.

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Seiji: Miss Concertmistress here seems to have lost her focus as well. What do you say we end things here for today?

Akira: About time too. See you next time, (L/n)-san.

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My first foray into a new kink-1

I am a man of late thirties. So far I've been with only one woman, who is also my partner. To say that my sex life has been stale is an understatment. So I decided to get a little more "experienced" in the matters of bedroom with a little help from a friend. So this friend of mine introduced me to one of his many adventures to make me, in his words a better man. And boy, I'm here to write down my memorable experince of only 2 hours. I don’t expect any audience or readership, as I want it to be private, so it is written just for me. But the events as unusual as they are, they are true.

So my friend hooked me up with, let's call her "M"- an upscale escort. She is a dominant type, around 30s fit woman. While being pretty nervous I requested beforehand that our encounter be limited to only oral sex. On the day before my birthday, I went and booked a hotel for us, and when she arrived I was a little daunted. She looked your typical nice looking girl with a fit figure and height, there was some edge in her personality. So after some introductions we went to our room and chatted some more. I clearly laid my boundaries, then she proceeded to take off my clothes. But I was too nervous, so I asked she took off hers first. And boy, that was genius. She took off her Kamiz and out came her sexy red lacy bra and bikini. And my mind started to race, my cock was i full attention. She noticed the scene had what effect on me, and gave a laugh. " I see you like my body"- well yes I did. She had a fit, peefectly toned body which is attained by quite a lot of maintenance work, that much I know. She came to me and took off my shirt and undid my belts. Then she downed my pants, out came my boxer with a raging hard on, with a little spot of wet embarrassment on my black briefs with precum already oozing out of my cock. She gave a knowing smirk, and pulled down the boxer without a hint, I almost tried to cover up but she grabbed my throbbing, mildly trembling and raging red cock. And immediately she just put the tip of her tongue on my peehole where precum was leaking more than ever. I let out a loud whimper as this came out of the blue. "Nice little cock you have here"- the word little seemed a little strange to me. More on that later. At that moment I was totally under her control, and she knew that more than anybody. She took off he bra and panties. I was in a trance. She kind of roughly shoved me in the bed, my cock standing erect at 90 degrees and I have never seen it so red since my teens. She sat on my stomach and started aggressively kiss me and then nibble on my nipples. I moaned, as she licked and bit quite hard both of my nipples. I didn’t expect ot to say the least. But it felt good, so good. She then just turned back and put her pussy on my face and suddenly grabbed my cock and put it on her mouth. Now my wife has given me blowjobs quite often, but not once has she been able to swallow it whole. She did it with such ease, my mind was just blown. At the same time I started to lick her pussy, and immediately found her clit- and she responded with a resounding yes. That encouraged me more and I started licking her like there's no Tomorrow and while she gave me a head of the lifetime. I was about to climax in about two minutes- it was just too good- when she pulled out and started pinching the base of my cock especially the urethra with considerable force. I cried out loud in agony, not quite knowing what was happening. She continued to pinch and I was mad with the pleasure of near perfect orgasm but the pain of not getting it. It was blissful hell. I tried to get free and started thrusting my butts up and down, but she didn’t release her grip. Soon I started leaking cum, but the force of ejaculate was stopped and threads of milky white semen just poured onto my belly. She made sure of it by bending my penis towards my navel. And it was over in almost in a minutes. I continued to moan loudly, I had conflicting emotions of pure pleasure and pain. She gave a nice chuckle and tapped my now limp cock lying down. "You have an impressive erection, but I doubt how you ever did please your wife with such a little cock of yours. But your tongue game is mighty impressive." She laid down beside me while I lay spent looking at the ceiling with my own cum dripping over my belly. My humiliation was complete, I was on the verge of crying. But worse, I liked it so much. I was hooked what I later learnt to be ruined orgasm and small cock humiliation.

To be continued...

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Sleeping (+morning routine) headcanons for some genshin boys

A/n: hello ladies and gentlemen I'm happy to announce that I may be back now that my life has decided to stop throwing endless shit at me. Now I also write for genshin so feel free to send asks in my inbox!!

Warnings: nightmares for xiao, favoritism in diluc's part, purposeful misspelling and slander in C*ilde's part,overall tooth rotting fluff

Zhong li

Sleeps like a rock (pun intended)

This man will not wake up unless there is an emergency

No matter how much noise you make or whatever is going on around him he'll stay there laying in bed completely silent

His breathing is so quiet you think he's dead half the time if not for his endless sleep talking

And you can actually have full on conversations with him while he's asleep

Also he sleeps in a solider position which leaves you to cling on him like a koala on a big ass tree

Sleeps in really soft bamboo pyjamas that you bought for him

Zhong li will only wake up at exactly 7:30 am no matter if it's a week day or a weekend/ his day off

He also doesn't stay in bed for more than 10 minutes unless as stated before its his day off and you aren't awake yet

The man will stay there taking in the sunshine rays from the window as he's looking at your peaceful face

After an hour or two hell rub your back and gently wake you up with forehead kisses while softly calling your name

When you finally wake up you usually start with the morning hygiene and whatnot

Also he will ask you if you want to take a morning bath together but absolutely respects you decision if you won't and you don't need to even give him a reason you declined in the first place but will make sure you know he loves you no matter what

After that he will sit down with you and drink tea and have breakfast with you for the next two hours

It's the only reason he wakes up so early

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After that he goes to do his usual shift at the wangsheng funeral parlor

Venti

Menace to society

He either sleeps sprawled out in a starfish position with his arm and leg over your body or in a fetal position with his face buried in your breasts/chest

He usually sleeps in your clothes or in his everyday clothes

His little snores are super cute tho

Venti's snoring isn't super loud, it's actually really quiet but still there

Since he's a bard he stays at the Angel's share until it closes which is usually very late into the night so he sleeps until like 2pm

He isn't a heavy sleeper so you usually accidentally wake him up if you have some errands to run early in the morning

Venti will cling to you and pretend that he's asleep so that you can stay in bed with him

After like 20 minutes of this he finally let's you go and makes you promise him that you'll be back quickly

When you returned to your shared house from doing commissions you found him still sleeping in the bed so you quietly took a shower and snuggled in with him for another hour or two

After he finally wakes up for real this time he has breakfast lunch with you and goes off to Angel's share but not before giving you a thousand kisses

Kaeya

He's sleep schedule is ON POINT

He always gets back from Angel's share at exactly 1:00am, showers, eats and does his skin care routine and gets in bed around 1:30am

He also wakes up at exactly 9am but stays in bed until ten

He trashes through the night, he also talks in his sleep but it really weird and it's mostly things that are in English but you can't understand them at all

Kaeya is also a blanket snatcher and will snatch your blanket if you aren't holding it tightly

I feel like he also sleeps with socks on but has a few special pairs of socks that have some cute patterns that he would rather be caught working with the fatui by his own brother than wear them outside once

Also sleeps in silk pyjamas, doesn't care if the cotton ones are easier to breathe through, he likes the feeling of silk on his skin

Kaeya loves his personal space and he doesn't like to be touched while he sleeps but makes up for it when he's awake but still in bed

The only exception is when it's cold outside, I headcannon he's naturally cold and he doesn't like it at all

His morning routine is 90% of him taking care of his face and showering

His skincare routine is also more expensive than some people's houses so don't touch his products plz

Kaeya will gladly teach you the basics of skin care and will buy you your own products that thinks will suit your skin better

He's also almost late to work every day so every day you see him put on his shoes calmly, take in a deep breath and then he kisses you goodbye and runs off like a mad man in order to get to the headquarters on time

Diluc

He has so much unprocessed trauma I would be surprised is sleep schedule is anything but a mess

Diluc doesn't sleep a lot, he would have a normal sleep schedule but since he has a lot of stuff to do all the time it stops him from sleeping property

Not only does he work as a bartender at Angel's share when Charles can't he also works as the Mondstat's one and only Dark Night Hero

He usually comes home around 4 or 5 am and will only sleep until like 8 and you will have to force him to have a nap in the afternoon

Also he sleeps in his everyday clothing and he's sometimes too tired to even take his coat off

Diluc sleeps on his stomach which causes him to have back and neck problems but it's the only way he can actually fall asleep

He's a really light sleeper which also adds up to his sleeping problem

Also he snores loudly, like really loudly, and he only snores at night for some weird reason

You discovered that because one day you accidentally woke up at like 6 am and you couldn't fall back asleep because of his loud snoring but you didn't dare to move since you knew how little rest he gets

He's not a morning person at all, if he didn't hate alcohol, he would be the person that chugs half a bottle of vodka in the morning just to keep him awake

Diluc usually starts his morning off with some personal hygiene and then starts doing the endless paperwork without even having breakfast or anything to drink

So out will have to force him to eat and drink so that he doesn't pass out from work

On the rare days he doesn't have any work to do he usually sleeps them off to make up for the time he didn't sleep

Albedo

Chalk boy over here also has a terrible sleep schedule

He's not really forcing himself to stay up but rather doesn't realize how late it is

You will have to pull him out of his work in order for him to go to sleep

Albedo has a special pair of pyjamas that he wears when he's sleeping and he only wears them because for his last birthday Klee has given him a pair of pyjamas that were originally grey but she hand painted them herself with the help of Jean and Lisa and he's been sleeping in them ever since

And when i say every day I mean every day

But don't worry he hand washes them every two days and takes special care of them in order to not wash of the fabric paint

His snores are also really quiet and quite cute, I recommend commenting on that if you wanna see him blush ^-^

Albedo usually sleeps on his stomach but unlike Diluc he is small enough to not crush you under his weight so he usually sleeps with his head on your stomach or buried in your neck

Pease touch his hair he melts when you do

Albedo can sleep for a looonng time if you don't wake him up so he relies on you to wake him up or else he'll spend the next 16 hours in bed sleeping without a care in the wold

When he wake up he does his usual morning routine, which is usually a quick shower, breakfast, brushing his teeth and his hair out, and then goes off to work

He will absolutely make you have a nap with him in the afternoon or whenever he feels tired

Xiao

He doesn't sleep much, hell I don't this man sleeps at all sometimes

Adepti don't really require sleep or food like normal humans do

It took a lot of time for him to trust you enough to sleep besides him

Xiao doesn't feel safe while sleeping at all, he also fears that his karmic dept might take affect on you so he keeps his distance for quite some time

For the first month or two he would wear his normal every day clothes but then you gift him a cute plain green onesie and at first he straight up refused to put 'that thing' on but he gave in and hasn't sleep in anything else since

At first he would be the big spoon so that he can protect you from any harm but when you spooned him for the first time he felt so safe and warm he never wanted to let go of that feeling ever again

After that he would ask you under his breath if you could spoon him more often, you barely understood what he was saying but perfectly understood what he wanted and needed.

He also regularly has nightmares which causes him to trash around and maybe whack you in the face once or twice but you're quick to calm him down

Xiao never really realized that he was hurting you until he gently hugged you and you winced because he accidentally touched the small mark he left the previous night after having another nightmare

Doesn't touch you or sleep with you for a week after that, he already hurt you enough but you don't really care so you coaxed him into sleeping with you again very easily since he missed your warmth a lot

He doesn't really have a morning routine but he does wake up every morning before you so that he can teleport to the Huaguang Stone Forest to pick some Qingxin flowers for you

He's also gets back into your arms right before you wake up so that it seems like he never left in the first place

But you always notice the new fresh bouquet of the beautiful white flower on your desk and thank him for it

T*rtaglia

Listen here ok I'mma be real with y'all

Turbulence sleeps exactly one hour less than normal people but makes it seem like he gets like 2 hours of sleep per night

"Ugh I didn't sleep last night at all😩😏" Like bro stfu

He also makes jokes about sleeping so little because he was with you last night or that he was training so hard or doing a mountain of paper work

While you know damn well he was with you entire night sleeping like a baby right by your side

He sleeps naked solely so that one day when a hypothetical intruder gets into your home he can scare them off by yelling at them while being completely naked 💀

But he will put a pair of pyjamas on if you're uncomfortable

He mostly sleeps on his side because he needs to hold something while he's sleeping, if you aren't with him that night he will hug your pillow and sleep like that

Tagliatelle also doesn't like to sleep when in a cold room so he will have one of those water bottles that people use for back pain and will put one in the pillow he's holding and two in the blanket itself

He's totally a morning person and has no problem with getting out of the bed in less than like 10 minutes unless you ask him not to

If he has a day off he won't sleep in that much but he will curl up beside you and 'accidentally' place his head on your boobs/chest

Y'all saying Terrorism is the caring older brother? WRONG he's the forgotten middle child. we ofc know about Tonia, Anthon and Teucer but he also has two older brothers and at least one older sister

I feel like he's the middle child that had to take all the responsibilities when the older three/four moved out

So yeah he can make a damn fine breakfast for you without skipping a beat

But don't let me even start on his personal hygiene

Like shower are fine ok and he baths once a week only because he can but like

I know damn well his back teeth are ROTTING

He only uses mouthwash and brushes the front and bottom part of the teeth so that they look presentable meanwhile his back teeth got their souls sucked out

Moving on from that Tellurium can't really spend the whole morning with you so he will have to leave you late in the morning.

Coffee? :>

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summary; The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack. warnings; fingering, blowjobs, tit play, praise kink, standing sex, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl kinda idk lol, daddy kink that morphs into i love u kink tags; jk is an avid history channel viewer, jk hates Barbie movies ik we took an L today girls 😔, jk goes thru like 4 personality changes (commanding > soft > mean > in love), honestly idk what to tag it’s a mess, he’s still cheesy and romantic but also 👀 just read word count; 9.8k

notes; there is no rest for the wicked, aka miss 1kook writes another part for this fic i swore wasn't gonna be a series except this time we ditch the gentlemen persona and go into maximum overdrive. its not proofread bc i wrote this entire thing at 4 am last night after inhaled a whole bucket of spicy popcorn

[ part 1 ; netflix & chill ] [ part 2 ; hulu & wohoo ]

Jungkook sees it on display during your weekly Target trip. You know he won’t say anything because despite how long you’ve dated he still likes to pretend he’s the epitome of adult maturity. Yet the way his eyes linger over the electronics section, cart rolling to a stop in front of the massive screen, tells you all you need to know.

“Baby, the toilet paper is this way,” you sing, giving the front of the cart a gentle tug that pulls it and his thoughts away from the television that seems to hold reign over his interest.

“Ah,” he mumbles as he shakes himself out of whatever trance he was in. “Right.”

The Target trip ends rather uneventfully; you grab all the items you came for and make the executive decision of swapping Jungkook’s tangerine bathroom soap with strawberry instead. Normally he’d put up a good fight, argue about the comfort that came with consistency, but today he says nothing. You chalk it up to that flatscreen that hypnotized him earlier.

“You wanted it,” you announce rather pointedly in the car. He’s backing out of the parking space now, one hand on the wheel the other pressed to the side of your seat. His jaw twitches as he tries to maneuver around a stray shopping cart someone didn’t return to the retrieval area. He’s wearing that dark jumper you like, with the high collar that covers all of last night’s bruises up wonderfully.

Jungkook scoffs as he finally gets the two of you back onto the main road, Target and the flat screen left behind. “I didn’t,” he defends. “Just thought it was neat.”

You snort. “Neat. Okay, grandpa, did it tickle your pickle?” you tease, obnoxiously leaning over the center console to get all in his face. Jungkook greets your proximity with a palm against your forehead.

“Please don’t ever say that again,” he laughs, pulling to a stop at the next red light. He turns to level you with an easygoing grin, sparkly anime girl eyes extra shiny under the red glow. “Only want you to tickle my pickle.”

You gag. “That’s actually disgusting.”

——

You graduate on a Saturday and your dorm stay expires on the Tuesday that follows. You spend the entire day shoving all your belongings into a variety of trash bags, from your weighted blanket to the collection candles you and Doyeon swore to light every night and never did. Speaking of Doyeon, she cries through the entire process. From the moment you take down the first wall decoration she’s in tears, and not even her mom, who’s come to help out, can quell her emotions. The girl cries and cries. She cries throughout the clean up, like she hadn’t spent the week before cursing the funky aircon system to hell and back. It’s probably the nostalgia that comes with leaving college, you assume. When Jungkook picks you up around noon, even your eyes are glassy.

Jungkook’s mom, who you only just met a few months ago, is over at his place when you arrive. You get along fairly well, in fact, you would even go as far as to claim you got along really well. You had first met her over this past spring break when Jungkook invited you along to his family trip to some tropical island. The Jeons were lovely people. In fact, had Jungkook not explicitly introduced them as his parents, you would’ve thought they were some sitcom actors carrying out the role of most in love, sophisticated lovers to ever exist. Yeah, they were super into each other, and you suppose it’s why Jungkook is the way he is, loves as hard as he does. The only thing that broke their attention away from each other was the sight of their precious Jungkookie bringing you to a family event.

It was hard to keep them entertained. Every second was spent worrying about your appearance, your demeanor, whether or not you looked like a devil beside their (your) angelic boy. It certainly didn’t help that Jungkook was wearing that obnoxiously floral shirt at the restaurant you went to, the first three buttons undone almost lazily. It was a look your boyfriend rarely showed, always so meticulously dressed. Of course, he had that cute boyish style of his that consisted almost exclusively of baggy pants and designer tee’s a little too plain to cost as much as they did. But even those outfits had a specific Jungkook rhythm to them— the darker tones always went with the pants that had twelve buckles on them; the long sleeves always went with the jeans. He was awfully particular about those kinds of self-set rules, and this jarring floral print did not fit any of them. It was too provocative, the black skinny jeans he’d paired with it too devious.

Maybe he knew what he was doing to you dressed so hot like this, but knowing Jungkook, you doubt he did. His parents hadn’t batted a single lash his way, eyes laser focused on your every word as you stumbled through three plates and dessert. It was a battle you fought alone, and one you barely survived.

So despite you impressing his parents, she still gives you an odd look when you enter Jungkook’s swanky townhouse with all your garbage bags of items. You promise her it’s just for the weekend, until your parents clean out your old room that they’ve filled to the brim with holiday decorations and miscellaneous objects. You’re not trying to take her baby chick out of the nest. (Yet.)

You watch TV for a couple hours, mostly her favorite soap operas on his 67 in. screen. It takes up a huge spot on the wall where it’s mounted, glossy black screen glaring back at you. Even his mom scolds him for such a huge screen, and you wonder how she’d feel about the absolute giant he ogled at the Target last week. Super angry, you think, and the image of her raging in flames while Jungkook apologizes like the momma’s boy he is makes you giggle.

She leaves a little after sunset, kissing and hugging the both of you on the doorstep like she’s going off to war and will never return. She’ll be back by the weekend, desperate to check on her baby boy, but you let her have her moment. It’s weird seeing how dramatic the Jeons are compared to how reserved Jungkook is.

You pounce on him the second she’s gone. He goes down with a muffled yelp against the sofa, hands grasping at your waist until you straddle him and begin going to town. Your fun lasts all of two minutes before the old lady novella Jungkook’s mom had been watching cuts to commercials and a loud advertisement for irritable bowel syndrome medication begins playing.

“Oh, that is so not sexy,” you whine childishly, trying to roll your hips over him again. Jungkook laughs, all low and sweet as he sits back up again.

“Give it a rest,” he says, shifting you until he’s got you hugged between those stupidly strong arms of his. His pecs feel strong and comforting beneath your cheek, and the feeling makes your tiny pouting session end earlier than usual. “Come on,” he mumbles as he manhandles you around, until your back is pressed against his chest and you’re sitting between his legs. “Let’s watch this film on Mesopotamian folklore and its overall significance to the nations it birthed after its downfall.”

——

You rarely use the key Jungkook gifted you a few months back. The majority of your visits to Jungkook’s house were either the result of Jungkook picking you up from somewhere and bringing you back, or Jungkook inviting you over after dinner. In short, he was always with you when you arrived at his stoop.

Today you’re alone, juggling two boxes of takeout and some cheap wine in one hand as you fight to unlock his door. He hadn’t answered his phone, which leads you to believe he’s holed himself up again in that damn study. He likes to do that sometimes, lock himself away like some modern day Rapunzel until he finishes whatever project he has this time around. When he gets like this, it’s like all other body functions are forgotten, his brain zeroed in on the lines of code you barely understand.

Just as you suspect, the house is too dark when you finally break in. The hall light is off, which isn’t out of the norm, but so are the kitchen and living room lights. You pad down the hall, flicking on the light to the living room to set down your offerings onto the edge of the coffee table. There’s a scrambled pile of notes on top that seem too disorderly to disregard. You whirl around, making to head back out into the hall and down to the study, when you see it.

A good 90 inches mounted on his wall. It’s a monstrosity of a screen, devouring nearly the entire surface of the wall, from stainless end to stainless end. It’s ridiculously thin in the way all modern TVs are, but this one is even more so given the fact you hadn’t registered it in your peripheral when you walked in. It’s just barely short of a Jumbotron, the kind they have at baseball games to make sure you can see every nose hair on the pitcher.

His mom was going to kill him.

“Jungkook?” you call out slowly, inching back out into the hall with your gaze glued to the screen. Like maybe you’ve imagined this all and that isn’t the stupidly gigantic television screen Jungkook had gawked at just a few weeks ago.

There’s a soft hum down the hall, the sound slipping beneath the bottom gap in the door frame. You make a beeline for the room, oddly unsettled with the huge screen. The door gives way, exposing your boyfriend’s hunched back and the blue light from his monitors that highlights his frame. “Hi, sweetie,” you begin, inching over to him.

“Hi,” he sighs, leaning back into your touch when you step behind him. His dark eyes are weary from staring at his tablet for too long, his usual tender expression melted into one of mild irritation. “Can’t figure this out,” he says, tapping his stylus against one line of absolute nerd gibberish you don’t bother trying to decipher. Maybe another day you would have entertained him, but today you cherish this moment with him knowing it might be his last before his mom comes over and kills him.

“Sounds like break time to me!” Your proclamation makes him frown, a frustrated groan pulling itself from his lips. His head droops forward again, chin touching his chest. But there’s a hint of relief in his groan that tells you all you need to know. “Baby needs a break,” you smile, pressing a peck against the back of his head.

“You’re baby,” he tries to fight, but his limbs are so pliant under your touch that it practically means nothing. “I’m the head honcho around here.”

“Uh huh,” you appease him, finally managing to tug all that muscled body out of his seat. “And apparently that means making dumb purchases.”

“What dumb purchases? Are you talking about the cactus again?” he asks, letting you guide him back down the hall.

“Yes, Kook, the cactus you haven’t watered in three months,” you drawl sarcastically, the sad plant sitting in the kitchen a reminder of both your incompetence. “Namjoon would hate you for that.”

Not amused by the insinuation of his favorite senpai being disappointed in him, Jungkook goes to fight you on that. By then you’ve stopped at the entrance of the living room, glaring at the straight up theater screen that sits on the wall. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” you mimic, flopping down on the ground beside the coffee table. Jungkook doesn’t follow, choosing to sprawl himself over the couch instead. “What’s with the Jumbotron?”

He stretches his arms out, moaning something sinful at the way his bones pop. “It adds to the experience,” he says. “Movies are more enjoyable when the pictures are bigger; a tall aspect ratio and stadium seating really add to the experience.” He was such a nerd.

You snort. “The experience— Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t know I was speaking to Mr. IMAX here.”

His cheeks flush a soft pink at your jab. “Don’t be mean,” he mumbles, tugging on your arm as he sits back up. You find your way onto his lap, neatly seated over one thigh like he’s the Santa Claus at the mall; not a single gray hair in sight but you’d still let him call you his hoe, hoe, hoe. Realizing there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Christmas ham, you shake those images away.

“Good thing I brought a movie,” you beam, gesturing to the pretty pink case resting over top the takeout bag.

Jungkook doesn’t even spare it a single glance as he burrows into your neck. “What? No, we’re finishing the docuseries on—“

You groan loudly to muffle the rest of his sentence. “Kook, I don’t wanna watch another episode on Stonehenge being done by aliens,” you whine, picking up the movie case to brandish in his face.

It’s admittedly the wrong move when Jungkook’s eyes roll themselves into another dimension. “Absolutely not,” he says. The case is quickly discarded off to the side as he attempts to distract you with a kiss against your cheek.

Too bad you’re evil and determined. “No! We are watching the Princess and the Pauper and that’s final,” you exclaim, scrambling for the movie before he can hurl it out the window. He catches you by the waist, your fingers just an inch away from the pink case. “Babe!” you cry, but his fingerprints are bruising their way into your skin.

“No more Barbie movies,” he begs, yanking you back onto his lap. He does so with so much force that it makes the two of you tumble to the side, your head bouncing on the cushions as he catches himself over you. “Please.”

“I hate you,” you fuss, pointedly ignoring the tiny mole beneath his lip that drove you crazy. “We’ve seen every single thing on the History Channel this week, but we can’t watch one Barbie movie?”

Jungkook sighs, dropping his head down against your shoulder. He smells good and feels even better over you, but you’re not going to stop until the Princess and the Pauper is breaking in the new Jumbotron. “It’s weird,” he huffs, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “Especially when we start getting… experimental, and I have to listen to Barbie sing in the background.”

“First of all, her name is Annaleise in this movie,” you correct, squirming beneath him to no avail. “Secondly, how do you think I feel when you’re eating me out while some old British dude narrates the creation of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon?”

Jungkook scoffs, finally letting himself snuggle completely into you. “You don’t even realize it because you’re screaming the whole way through.” That earns him a sharp tug at his ear that has him sputtering apology after apology.

“It’s boring!” you feel the need to emphasize.

Jungkook sits up with an uppity look on his face. “It’s not my fault you don’t appreciate the cinematography that comes from educational pieces,” he points out, rather presumptuously.

You shove him off of you. “I don’t care about cinnamon topography, just play the damn Barbie movie,” you hiss, swiping the movie case from the other end of the couch and pressing it to his chest. If words could hurt, yours definitely do. Jungkook crumbles against the couch, childishly stomping one sock-clad foot against the ground as you gesture toward the movie player.

He doesn’t move, and you’re about to begin another tirade against his snobby movie critiquing habits when he procures a sleek, tiny remote that you would honestly mistake for an iPhone from a distance. It has, no joke, about seven buttons max, four of which are just the up and down, left and right arrows. You let out a low whistle at that. Wow. Technology sure was advancing.

The TV turns on to some minimalistic home page, tiny widgets showing every app it has; the bottom row is dedicated almost entirely to Jungkook’s massive streaming service provider collection. After a moment of brewing in his feels, Jungkook quietly announces, “it’s on Amazon Prime.” This is news to you, being able to watch a Barbie film on a streaming service and not the old disk you scratched when you were ten. Something distinctly carnal flashes in your chest when Jungkook clicks through all the payment options without a care in the world. Oh, that was definitely going into your horny 3 am dreams.

Despite his earlier protests, you know Jungkook will soon fall into his usual movie watching habits. He settles into the couch beside you. You cuddle up next to him, enveloping him with the grip of a killer octopus choking out its prey, except Jungkook is usually the one doing the choking in this relationship. Still, it’s not close enough, and you throw your legs over his thigh. You’re practically sitting on him at this point.

You have no doubt the speakers on this thing are average; it was too thin to really pack any punch. However, that was the TV sans the Bluetooth speakers Jungkook has installed all around his house.

(You swear when the android uprising finally begins, your boyfriend will be the first one out.)

The speakers really amplify the sound. The opening sequence has your bones rattling inside your body, the loud music of the selection screen reverberating through the entire living room. It reminds you of that pounding COMING SOON clip that used to play at the beginning of DVD’s back in the day. Jungkook scrambles to lower the volume. “Sweetheart, you’re cutting off my circulation,” he wheezes afterwards.

“What? This is how we always watch movies,” you say with a frown.

“Yes, and I always end up with less oxygen than before.”

He doesn’t let you argue, which is good, because you could make a thirty five slide PowerPoint presentation on the advantages of watching movies like this. One, your boyfriend was warm. Two, your boyfriend smelt good. Three, your boyfriend’s ripped body awoke some ancient being inside of you that would not rest until his cock was halfway down your thro—

He hauls you into his lap. The angle forces you to let him go, instead met with the jarring nothingness of having his hot body ripped away. Meanwhile he gets to wrap you up in his arms, hold you like a teddy bear to his chest. “I hate this,” you huff, but the movie is already starting, the beautiful blonde Anneliese appearing on screen. You lean back against his chest, pout still evident. “This is ridiculous,” you snort, her face blown up on this jumbo screen.

“Shut up,” he says, settling in behind you. “Movie’s starting.”

Most Barbie movies you watch end up in one of two ways: either Jungkook falls asleep twenty minutes in or he stays up until the end to critique every aspect of it. With the way he’d gone soft from your early battle, you’re guessing he was going to knock out before the Princess can even meet the Pauper.

As much as you hate to admit it, the huge screen does incite quite a thrill in you. There’s something so nostalgic about watching one of your favorite childhood movies on a screen this huge. The size showcases the sheer perfection that is every single Barbie movie. You lose yourself in the movie, singing along to the opening song and growing agitated when the antagonist appears.

Jungkook says nothing, and you’re half convinced he’s taken his first preferred route and snoozed off, when his fingers twitch around your waist.

There it was.

The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack.

“Absolutely not,” you say, slapping a hand down over his before he can slip beneath the fabric of your shorts.

He lets out an indignant noise, a puff of air running along the side of your face. You ease his hands back over your stomach, taking extra care to knot your fingers with his. “We’re supposed to be breaking in your new screen,” you remind him, glancing up to catch his unimpressed expression.

He complains quietly, but he settles.

For all of twenty seconds.

“Oh my god,” you sigh, trying to act like the subtle rutting of his cock on your behind was a nuisance and not the luxury it is. “Babe, the jumbo screen… look at it.”

“Not even jumbo,” he murmurs against your ear, hot breath sending a shiver down your spine that has your toes curling. You fight to keep his hands still, but the muscles in his forearm tense, inked skin contracting as he slips them between your thighs. You suck in a sharp inhale, trying to maintain your immovable front. Jungkook sees the fortress you’ve built around yourself in the name of watching The Princess and the Pauper, and spares you no mercy with his attack. His hands massage the skin of your thighs, tiny shorts doing absolutely nothing to save you from him. “Jumbo didn’t fit.”

The back of your mind registers the fact he was apparently trying to get a TV even bigger than this. You tuck it away for later to snitch to his mom. For now, you’d very much appreciate it if he could make you cum before the two girls perform the iconic “I Am a Girl Like You” song.

His hands are so smooth, soft skin tracing over your body like you were nothing but a slab of clay ready to be molded under his touch. He abandons your thighs to creep them under your shirt, where he wastes no time tugging the cups of your bra down to fondle your breasts.

Belatedly, your stupid tongue remembers to move. “I know something jumbo that fits,” you babble, rolling your head back against his shoulder. Jungkook laughs at the utter stupidity of your sentence, and the aforementioned jumbo thing fattens against your ass, before brushing his lips against yours. The airy laughter, one of your favorite sounds in the world, is swallowed up by your greedy mouth. “Can fit in two places, actually,” you murmur when he pulls away. His fingers massage the doughy skin of your boobs causing your back to arch slightly. “Wherever he wants it to.”

“Really,” Jungkook teases, obviously entertained by your silly dirty talk. He’s grown used to your outlandish remarks in the past few months of your relationship.

You like to believe Jungkook has fully accepted your occasional bouts of weirdness. He’s had the last few months to grow familiar with the inner workings of your mind, and even absorbed some of it into his own personality. Which is why he doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by you referring to his cock as jumbo, when there were admittedly more fitting words to describe it as.

(Thick, juicy, angry, demon cock, if he really wanted to know.)

“Where do you think it should go?” he asks, the low hum of his voice snapping you out or your thoughts. There was no need to daydream about a cock that was right in front of you. His hands slow their gentle caress over you, fingers closing in on your nipples.

A sharp hiss pulls itself from your throat, chest arching as he tugs and toys with your hardened nipples. “Wh-Wherever,” you pant, reaching your own hands down back between your thighs. The phantom of his palms linger, making your hands feel sorely inadequate. “Wherever Daddy wants,” you purr, swallowing harshly when he twists a nipple.

Jungkook groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “Don’t,” he sighs, hands faltering over your breasts. Eventually they drift away, settling around your waist as you slip your fingers under the front of your bottoms.

“Why?” you laugh, pointer finger brushing along your clit. “Don’t like it when I call you that, Daddy?”

He lifts his head to watch you play with yourself. His hands grow tight around your waist, labored breath filling the air to harmonize with your breathy moans. You’re absolutely soaking your panties, sticky arousal making the fabric stick to your folds. “You know I do,” he murmurs, watching the outline of your knuckles through the fabric of your shorts. “Thought you wanted to play nice today.” He takes in a sharp inhale when you ease your finger into yourself, a breathy moan escaping from your lips.

You were already so wet, and you’re really not surprised this is how the two of you would break in his new IMAX, high definition flatscreen. Your pussy tightens around your finger, thigh muscles jumping at the intrusion. Fuck, you needed him so bad.

You smirk, drawing your hands out from their hiding spot. The television is the only thing lighting the room, the two of you shrouded in relative darkness. At first, your hand is shadowed by the glow of the screen, nothing more than an outline. But when you turn it just right, the light catches, highlighting the glistening skin of your fingers. It makes Jungkook shudder.

Ever so slowly, you bring your fingers up to his face. The tip of your middle finger runs teasingly against his plump lower lip, his shaky exhales sending a cool breath over your knuckles. “Open, Daddy,” you encourage, watching with rapt attention as he envelopes your fingers between his lips. He sucks, tongue dancing between each digit to slurp off your juices. “Do I taste good? Do you like it?”

You know he loves it, but it never hurts to ask.

Between the two of you, you each had your own share of distinctive interests when it came to sex. Kinks, if you will. You adored the softer, vanilla aspects of sex— the languid makeouts, the slow rutting against his thigh, the whispered praise, the cute pet names. Meanwhile, despite his initially reserved exterior, Jungkook preferred the other end of the spectrum. (You should’ve known from the get go!) He loved it fast and hard, so hard it would make you cry. He liked watching you squirm and beg for his cock while he pushed you to new heights. He liked the sticky, sweaty sex that left you feeling like a used rag beneath him, something you would have never expected given his neat and kind nature.

However, as with all things Jungkook, you always came first. Jungkook’s dream sex style was often pushed to the side in favor of pleasuring you. So quick and rough sex was more of a rare, once in a blue moon, type of luxury. Up until recently, sex had been mostly what you wanted. Either way you did things, Jungkook was fine as long as he got to hold you close.

It was only a few weeks ago that you discovered your shared daddy kink, him obsessed with the idea of shoving you around, something he would otherwise never do. You, on the other hand, found a pleasant satisfaction from being good for him, a stark contrast from your usual sharp tongue and nonexistent filter.

You pull your fingers from his mouth, the sleek drip of your arousal replaced with his saliva. Jungkook grunts as he hauls you further onto his lap, swollen cock nudging itself between your cheeks. “You know I love it, baby,” he growls against your ear. His hot breath fans over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Have you had your fun now?” he asks, tracing the pads of his fingers around your nipple teasingly.

“Mhm,” you moan. Jungkook’s hands decide they’re done toying with your tits, drifting back down to their original target between your shorts. “Want Daddy to fuck me now.”

He places a kiss against the side of your neck, right over the vein that runs beneath the skin. Jungkook kisses and nips down your skin, until his hair is tickling your collarbones as he sucks a hickey against the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Is that the right way to ask for something?” he purrs, rubbing your cunt over your shorts.

It’s nowhere near as fulfilling as it would be without the garments. Nonetheless, it makes you ache for him, thighs quivering at the simple touch like you’re a bumbling virgin being touched for the first time. You’re nowhere near that, but every time with Jungkook was exhilarating enough to the point it felt like it was.

“Pretty please,” you pant, covering his hand with yours.

Jungkook rewards you with a fluttery kiss against your shoulder. “Good girl,” he hums. He finally gives you what you want, bypassing the fabric of your shorts and panties to dip his fingers between your folds. You gasp, hips jumping at the sudden brush of his hands along your quivering folds.

“Inside please,” you whimper, knees moving back and forth, only stopping when he helps you out of your bottoms. He places his free hand on one of them, stilling your writhing to fully focus on pleasing the burning fire inside of you. “Jungkook—“

A slap against your cunt that makes you squeal. “Ah ah,” he warns, voice a low tenor against your skin. If you focus hard enough, you can feel the faint brush of a smirk against your neck. “We’re playing a different game right now, pretty girl.”

On screen, your favorite childhood movie is bearing witness to the sinful acts at your boyfriend’s hands. It shouldn’t be surprising how easily you fall into his arms, onto his lap, especially with your history of movie watching with Jungkook.

From your very first date you were enamored with him; the dip of his Cupid’s bow, so innocent and cute, embodied every single aspect of his personality. He was the sweetest, softest boy, one your brain could never conjure in a thousand years. Jungkook’s level of care was hard to come by nowadays; he was a gentleman through and through.

These days he was growing out of that mature persona, and you like to think it’s thanks to you. Your wildness rubbed off on him, made him confident enough to geek out in public, or be adventurous in private. It helped nourish his impulsivity, which led to things like the Super Bowl Jumbotron watching you fuck now.

Despite knowing all this, knowing the way he is, the slow grind against your ass sends a thrill of arousal up your limbs, sensations converging just beneath your mound. “Yes, Daddy,” you mewl accordingly.

Pleased with your obedience, he rewards you by circling your throbbing clit with his thumb. It’s a terribly slow motion, pad of his finger easing over your engorged bud every other second. You wanted more, needed more. You squirm beneath him, attempting to push your clit against his palm. Your efforts are in vain when he clamps a hand down on your waist. “Sit still,” he growls.

You whimper. “Need more,” you rasp out. Your whole body is acting out now, shifting and turning as you try to wiggle closer. Your mouth brushes against his jawline. The sharp angle is the first thing your muddled thoughts focus on, lips hungrily latching onto his porcelain skin to suck a purple blossom onto it.

Any other day Jungkook would bask in the attention, let you bruise his skin up until he was violet from love.

Today... well.

You were playing a different game.

The hand that had been exploring your nether regions suddenly snaps up, catching your chin between his fingers. The wetness that has coated his digits smears messily across your skin, and you whimper when he squishes your cheeks beneath his fingers.

“No ‘please’?” he huffs, turning your head to meet his eyes.

Dark chocolate eyes you’ve come to associate with love and adoration stare back at you unimpressed. His pronounced brow bone twitches, like he’s holding the true intensity of his glare back for your own sake. He slots his mouth against yours with no warning, tongue pushing its way past your lips. It’s messy, his tongue licking into your mouth like you’re nothing but a lollipop for him to suck on. It pulls a surprised moan from your lips that he swallows quickly enough, biting down on your lower lip harshly. When he pulls away, he’s got that same bored look on his face. You feel small under such a cold look, shoulders scrunching up damn near your ears in a subtle attempt to hide from him.

The action makes Jungkook scoff as he leans away from you. He leaves you on his lap alone, like a tiny island desperate to join the main land. You shuffle around in a hurry, looping your arms around his neck in a last ditch effort to calm him down. It does nothing for Jungkook, who only prods his tongue along his cheek as he regards you with a calculating gaze.

After a moment, he finally says, “on your knees.”

Your heart falls out of your chest. “Huh?” you whisper hoarsely, wide eyes taking in his unimpressed expression. “Knees? But Daddy,” you whine, lower lip quivering as you glance down at the hardwood floor.

Anywhere else you wouldn’t have minded. In fact, anywhere else you would’ve been on the floor before the sentence even left his mouth. You loved sucking his dick almost as much as he loved eating you out. However your knees were embarrassingly frail against hard flooring, which is why most blowjobs had been administered in the comfort of his bed or the couch. Sometimes on carpeted surfaces, but Jungkook never pushed when he knew you would be aching the whole time.

Which is why his current demand has you standing stiff. “O-On the floor?” you murmur.

The stark truth was that Jungkook had you terribly spoiled. His constant pampering had convinced you you were invincible. His love was practically handed to you on a silver plate, cloth napkin folded like a crane beside it. He had never made you do something you didn’t like, and he had never put you in an uncomfortable position, mentally or physically.

Until now.

Jungkook gestures for the ground with a curt nod. “Is there a problem?” he inquires.

You look back again, eye the dark wood planks beneath you, glossed over enough to make them shine even in this weak light. “No,” you belatedly respond, slowly pushing yourself off his lap and onto your feet. Your big shirt falls back down, covers the tops of your thighs as you stand nude from the waist down. You’re tempted to just yank it down even more, hide beneath the cloth so he doesn’t have to see you whine and bitch about your knees aching.

Jungkook was so cool. He was so suave and composed. He was the opposite of you, which is why the two of you meshed so well together. You’ve thought about it about ten times tonight, but it was true. Despite all that, there were times his mature exterior made you feel small— small and silly. Like now, with him sitting against the sofa, dark eyes tracing up your legs in amusement.

You sink to the ground, very pointedly avoiding his gaze. The wooden slats are cold and hard beneath your knees, your kneecap immediately screaming in discomfort. Jungkook leans forward with his elbows on his knees, messy curls covering half of his face. “You know,” he hums, reaching out to trail his knuckles across your cheekbone. “I kinda like having you like this,” he admits, “below me like the good little girl you are.”

Your breath stutters as it leaves your lungs, fidgeting hands tugging at the front hem of your shirt in a feeble attempt to cover yourself up. Jungkook smirks at the movement, eventually retracting his hand to give you one, condescending pat on the head.

A hearty sigh escapes his lips as he settles back onto the couch cushions. “Keep me entertained, will you?” You gawk, but you know it’s not a question. He reaches over for the remote to turn the volume up on the Barbie movie.

Your favorite song on the entire soundtrack is playing, almost mocking you as you shuffle closer to him. Two hands tentatively placed on his thighs as the two animated maidens flounce around the screen. He doesn’t bat a single lash your way, eyes focused on the huge screen behind you instead.

His sweatpants give away easily, elastic band snapping away from hips. You have to fight that and his boxers down, Jungkook sitting like an immovable boulder in front of you. You barely manage to free his cock— the same jumbo cock you had referred to earlier —and it almost slaps you across the face from the force of its recoil. Your breath catches in your throat, a short-lived squeal as you flinch at the movement.

The sound causes him to look your way, over the bridge of his nose. “Do you mind?” he says scornfully. “I’m trying to watch a movie.”

“S-Sorry,” you stammer, quickly grasping his cock between your fist.

But apparently you’re doing everything wrong tonight. Jungkook hisses. “Shit— would it kill you to lick it first? Like you’re trying to start a damn fire on my cock,” he mumbles, head lolling back to watch the screen again.

You move in slower this time, careful to lick your palm before trying to grab him. When you do, it’s even more delayed, fingers hesitantly tightening around his swollen member. You’re trying to gauge his reaction, worried eyes flickering up to him every few seconds. Jungkook doesn’t object, craning his neck to the side to crack a joint there. With his clearance you carry on.

The strokes are slow at first, hand barely reaching over his tip like he likes. You’re weirdly anxious you’ll mess up for him, make him look at you with contempt. You suppose it’s because of the game you’re playing that you’re on edge. Usually, Jungkook adheres to your rules, soft as they may be, and he never pushes where you don’t want. Tonight, it’s like you’re a show dog desperate to impress her owner. In short, you were his bitch.

You loved it.

As much as you wanted to be good for him, the mere thought of your normally sweet-hearted boyfriend glaring down at you does something to you, makes your pussy clench.

It’ll haunt you for weeks. The image of such unimpressed eyes leveled your way because you couldn’t handle his dick will stain the insides of your eyelids. Even though he’ll brush it off, kiss you and tell you it’s fine, the inner conceited hoe in you will never let it go, will recall the memory every time your hand is under your panties.

Still, you’re terribly desperate to impress him. He was your other half, your lover, your sweetheart, your goddamn king; he deserved only the best— not some half-assed, scaredy-cat blowjob that would leave him reeling back afterwards.

With that belief and a sticky blob of spit later, you’re pushing him into your throat. It’s the first reaction you get since he’d started feeling you up, a deep, raspy groan straight from the pits of hell, that has you working even harder to swallow his cock down. “That’s it,” he pants, carding his fingers through your hair. “Good girl.”

You positively mewl under the praise, tongue growing heavy in your mouth as you swallow more and more of him down. The hard tip of his cock pulses inside, rubbing against your palate and then your throat. A gag catches in your throat, one you quickly subdue by shifting your hips.

Fuck, he was so big. Just the feeling of his cock brashly rubbing against the corners of your lips has you fantasizing about how he’ll undoubtedly stretch your pussy apart later. You moan, letting your eyes flutter shut as you try to wave those images away.

When his cock hits the back of your throat, you’re ten chapters deep into an erotic novel all about sucking Jungkook‘s dick. If your eyes weren’t already shut you’re certain they’d be at the back of your head anyway. It twitches against your tongue, one thick bead of precum sliding down your throat.

It seems to be the final straw for Jungkook, who clamps a hand down on the back of your head, forcefully pulling you away only to shove you down again. With his grip in your hair, he really goes to town. You whimper at his brutal movements, his cock nudging the back of your throat with every harsh tug of your hair. The slippery, wet glide of his cock against your mouth fills the room with a lewd squelching that drowns out the movie.

Your pussy quivers with each new intrusion, thighs pressing together as if that will quell the searing ache between them. It doesn’t, and when Jungkook finally bursts in your mouth, creamy cum splattering against your tongue and lips, it only grows.

“Fuck,” he growls, pushing you away as he sinks back into the cushions. His chest heaves beneath the material of his t-shirt, sweat dripping down from his hairline. Normally, you’d take this opportunity to crawl back onto his lap, lick and kiss away at his body while he recovered. But truthfully, you were both still new to this whole experience so there were still the occasional lulls between actions.

Sensing your uncertainty, Jungkook tugs you onto his lap. He presses one soft kiss against your cheek, eyes momentarily losing their hard edge to assure you everything is fine. You give him a tiny nod, as if assuring him you’re okay. He presses his mouth to yours, plush lips soothing over your raw lips. It’s brief, the kiss; he guides you through it but switches back quickly. He pulls away and bites down harshly on the side of your neck. “So perfect for me, pretty girl,” he murmurs, soothing his bite over with a swipe of his tongue.

You dissolve into a mushy puddle on his lap, muscles growing weak from his touch. Jungkook kisses down your neck, over your t-shirt clad chest, before he’s nudging you back down onto the cushions. With him looming over you, your body instinctively has you spreading your legs apart. His t-shirt comes up with one yank over his shoulders, sinewy muscles coming into view.

“Yum,” you whisper, hands reaching up to trail over his v-line. They’re quickly slapped away, a startled gasp pulled from your lips as Jungkook takes your wrists in his hands.

One shapely brow is raised in your direction. “Did I say you could touch?” he murmurs, pinning your hands above your head. A gasp catches in your throat from his close proximity. You subconsciously tilt your head up, try to brush your mouth against his, only to be denied with a subtle turn of his face. “How do you want it, pretty?” he asks, releasing the tight grip around your wrists.

Immediately, you latch around his broad shoulders, fingers tracing over the muscles of his arms until they meet at the base of his neck. “However you want,” you purr, pulling him closer until your bodies are aligned, the warm heat of his frame over yours. You kiss the spot beneath his ear once before he trails his lips down.

Jungkook mouths against your shoulder, lips tracing over the juncture where it meets your neck. “Hm,” he hums, taking a tiny sliver of skin between his teeth. “And if I said I wanted it hard?”

His proposal is followed by a slow roll of his hips against your throbbing core, the same dick you had just choked on gliding along your folds. You whimper, toes curling as the pleasure washes over you. Every ridge, ever vein of his hardened cock runs along your sensitive folds, reminding you of the aching flame inside of you. “Th-That’s fine,” you pant, leg lazily thrown over his hip. His hands trail over your waist, collecting your t-shirt as they move up your body until it’s pushed over the swell of your breasts.

When the material is finally discarded off to the side, leaving you in that flimsy bra Jungkook that snaps off, he strikes again. His tongue laps over your collarbone first, pouty lips ghosting over the skin as he makes his way to your breast. He takes one hardened peak into his mouth, drawing a shaky inhale from you. He rolls it between his teeth, tongue flicking the sensitive nub as you squirm beneath him.

Eventually he pulls away with a wet pop. Jungkook smirks, a soft puff of air fanning over your newly bruised skin. “Aren’t you the prettiest little thing.” He pushes away from you with one strong arm, looking down at you with an unreadable expression on his face. “Watch the movie,” he says.

You blink. “Huh?”

Before you know it, he’s tugging you back up onto your feet. He pushes you around, nearly sends you toppling over the coffee table as he positions you to his liking. “Kook!” you exclaim, palms slapping down against the glass tabletop in an effort to catch yourself. Just barely, your reflection glares back up at you.

A tap against your pussy startles you from the sight. “Wha—“

Two hands grab onto your biceps, tugging you up forcefully until your back arches, leaving you bent at a ninety degree angle before him. “Look, sweetheart,” he coos against your ear, voice deep enough that it vibrates through every bone in your body. Your breath stutters in your throat, exhilaration blossoming in your chest. “It’s your favorite movie.”

It is in fact your favorite movie, the same one you had fought tooth and nail just moments prior to watch. On screen, the two damsels are exploring new things in their lives, just how you were experiencing Jungkook’s true intensity for the first time. “It is,” you quietly confirm, back aching from the position.

Jungkook either doesn’t care about your depleting strength or really trusts in you not to faceplant onto his glass coffee table, palms sliding down to the crease of your elbows to hold you. “Tell me what it’s about,” he says

Just as the words leave his mouth, something hard and wet prods against your folds. “Oh,” you cry, fists tightening into balls as the feeling overwhelms you. “Jungkook, please.”

One elbow is let go, and the abrupt release has you scrambling to catch yourself, your glass reflection coming a little too close. This becomes even more difficult when a hand suddenly strikes down hard against your ass, a startled yelp escaping you. Just as quickly as you were released, Jungkook wastes no time snatching your back up, yanking you back until your cunt runs along his cock again.

“C’mon, pretty, thought you knew better,” he sighs playfully.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, chest heaving with every slow roll of his hips. Your pussy was sopping, desperate to be filled with something. It was even worse knowing his dick was right there, just inches outside of where you need him most. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” you repeat.

Jungkook chuckles, and your heart backflips when he finally begins lining himself up. “It’s okay,” he assures you, in that same gentle tone he uses when you accidentally shove the wrong food down the sink disposal. “Baby’s still learning,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss against your shoulder as he begins pushing himself in. Just the head of his cock proves to be a struggle, swollen tip stretching your entrance wide. There’s an extra sting today from your half-hearted preparation, the both of you relying solely on your own arousal and excitement to let him in. It’s a nice kick.

When he finally pops past that initial tightness, you swear you could transcend into another dimension from the absolute feeling of euphoria that washes over you. “Fuck,” you mewl, fighting against his tight hold. Your efforts are in vain, ultimately choosing to drop your head down as the ecstasy continues to wash over you with each inch he offers you.

A warning squeeze around your wrist. “Language,” Jungkook reprimands, though his voice is strained and light.

You nod mindlessly, toes curling against the wooden floor. “It-It feels so good,” you whine. Your knees wobble dangerously beneath you, until you’re swaying just the slightest bit.

He gives until there’s nothing left, the soft hairs around his dick tickling your lips as he reaches the hilt. “There we go,” he grunts, giving you one final tug to make sure this is as far as he can go. You squeal, the brush against your walls making you ridiculously high. “That’s my girl.”

The praise has your stomach tightening, the pretty images flashing across the screen completely lost on you. You felt so full. The two of you rarely did it like this, without looking at each other straight on, but there was something about Jungkook’s looming figure being distorted by your brain’s memory, his touches wild and unpredictable, that made something inside of you twitch.

“Ohhh,” you whimper, muscles going slack for the briefest moment. The only thing that saves you from falling over is the killer grip on your forearms; when he tugs you up his cock runs along your pulsing walls. “Please, Daddy,” you beg, mouth feeling a thousand times heavier.

“The movie,” he repeats, slowly beginning to pull away from your clenching heat. You moan. “Tell me what it’s about,” he husks, punctuating his seemingly innocent statement with a harsh snap of his hips.

You wail, stumbling forward at the intensity. Still, it’s just a taste of what he has in store for you. He soon picks a pace, not too rushed or slow, as you struggle to keep your eyes open. “I-I don’t know,” you choke out, the images flashing across the gigantic screen practically unrecognizable to your muddled thoughts.

Behind you Jungkook tuts at your incompetence, thrusting forward with an intensity that would have sent you flying if not for the grip he has on you. “You don’t know?” he huffs, tugging your elbows back again as if to secure his grip on you.

His hips are moving fast now, every piston into your warm heat making you tremble. “Fffuck,” you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues ramming his cock into your pulsing hole. You’re met with a harsh yank that pulls you snugly onto his cock, your entire body screaming at the way he nudges against your cervix. Despite the pleasure it gives you, Jungkook seems anything but pleased.

“C’mon,” he huffs, twisting your arms painfully behind your back. “What did we say about that dirty mouth?” His question is followed with a snap of his hips that makes you choke on your spit. “Need you to be good for me, baby,” he groans.

“I-I am good,” you weakly defend, head hanging down limply as you fight to regain some semblance of your senses. But everything feels too much, from the rough push of his hips to the tight grip on your arms. His cock pulls out nearly all the way each time, swollen tip the only thing stopping him. Every thrust makes you quiver, every touch makes you melt.

You suppose he’d been too lenient on you up until now, and that final claim makes him snap. Jungkook scoffs, ramming his dick inside of you. “You’re being fucking terrible right now, doll,” he admits, hammering into you like a crazed man. You sob, the coil in your belly tightening with every brutal shove of his cock. It’s something about the way his composure withers away, all sweetness melting off as he thrusts into your cunt. “I’ve asked you twice now what the damn movie was about, and you didn’t answer either time.”

A hand clamps around your throat suddenly, yanking you up right until his breath fans across your ear. You’re not sure when your eyes had become so teary, but the images flickering across the screen are a foggy mess you couldn’t decipher even if you tried. “__,” he rasps against your ear, his voice scratchy. “Tell me. Now.”

You whimper as he shoves his way back inside, the angry head of his cock testing you. “T-Two girls, one’s a princess,” you cry, knees wobbling as the feeling in your core grows. “They look alike, and-and…”

“And?” Jungkook asks as you trail off, his words followed by a particularly brutal surge of his hips. His cock glides against your walls easily despite the way you clench around him.

“A-And they have problems they wanna avoid,” you stammer, the plot slipping in and out of your mind with every roll of his cock into your core. “So-so they swap places.”

Behind you, Jungkook snorts. “What a stupid fucking movie,” he says meanly, before he begins to piston his cock into you. You’re trembling by now, your orgasm looming over your head with each thrust.

Before you can warn him, the thin string holding you together snaps, the sudden flood of relief making your knees buck dangerously. Jungkook barely has enough time to catch you around the waist, holding you against him as a litany of curses and his name come spewing out of your mouth. “No, no,” you wail, your entire body twitching as the orgasm rolls over you. “Kook— Jungkook!”

“I’ve got you,” he reassures you, fingers holding you tight around the waist. The coffee table you had feared cracking your skull on finally comes to use as you press your hands onto the surface in a feeble attempt to steady yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, faintly aware of the rock hard cock between your pulsing walls, probably drenched in your cum now. “I-I didn’t—“

He shushes you quickly, settling the two of you back onto the couch. Funnily enough, he doesn’t bother pulling you off of him, his dick snug inside your cunt as he seats you on his lap. “You’re alright, sweetheart,” he comforts, hands soothingly running up your sides. You want to protest, want to get back on your knees and give him another chance to cum all over your face, but Jungkook nudges your chin with a knuckle. “Watch your movie,” he croons.

The Princess and the Pauper is literally the last thing on your mind right now; didn’t he realize how much you wanted to please him? Why was he choosing now to be so stubborn? Oh, that Jeon Jungkook, maybe Doyeon was right to call him an airhead.

Your slander campaign against your boyfriend is cut short when a hand flutters over your mound, thumb idly tracing over your sensitive clit. Before you can turn and look at him, Jungkook is rutting his hips against you slowly. “The screen, baby,” he says, and you want to argue that you can’t possibly enjoy a movie with him being so sneaky beneath you. The words get washed away when he presses down on your clit.

“Koo— Daddy,” you whine, lower lips still trembling from the orgasm you had two minutes ago. Jungkook responds with a kiss against your shoulder, hands trailing around your waist.

“No more of that,” he mumbles as he begins bouncing you on his cock. You moan, every inhale cut short by the shallow thrusts of his cock into your delicate walls. “Just your Kook now.”

“My… Kook,” you pant dreamily. Your cum provides an even better lubricant than before, lewd squelches filling the area alongside your cries as Jungkook chases both your second orgasms.

“Mhmm,” he groans, jostling you over his lap with no rhythm whatsoever. “Yours, baby.” You stretch your hands back, carding one set of fingers through the hair above his ear, pushing the strands away from his face. “Just like you’re mine.”

Something inside of you tightens painfully, and you’re not sure if it’s your heart or your pussy. You guess it’s both, as you stutter out, “y-your pretty girl?” Jungkook hums in agreement, repeating your favorite nickname back to you. The rest of your words die out between the two of you, lost in the slow and soft movements that fill in. You want to tell him you love him, adore him like no other, but every breath of air is stolen away by him.

Eventually the two of your are cumming, your second orgasms much quieter and slower compared to your first. You still mewl, wither against him when you cream his cock, and Jungkook catches you all the same. He guides you through the fog with kisses against your jaw, your dripping pussy helping him through his own.

When all is said and done and you’re both basking in a post-orgasmic make-out, you realize how sweaty and icky you are. “Ugh, this is gross,” you pout as he wiggles you off his lap. He pushes you beside him, letting you flop over the length of the couch as he reaches for something to clean you up with.

“You’re gross,” he retorts softly, blinking in that slow, drawn out way he does when you know he’s sleepy. His t-shirt runs along your neck, collecting the sweat there.

You nudge him with your foot. “I’m not the one who wanted to fuck during a Barbie movie,” you scoff, pinching the skin on his forearm when his gaze lingers a second too long on your creamy pussy. “Look somewhere else, weirdo.”

Jungkook laughs quietly, looking at you with an adoring expression on his face. He doesn’t even finish cleaning you off, tossing the soiled shirt somewhere off to the side in favor of cuddling into you. “Where? My Jumbotron?” he teases, raining down a parade of kisses against your face. “Don't wanna,” he smiles, too soft and boyish for the words that leave his lips next. “Wanna lick your pretty pussy clean.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” you scold, covering your face with your palms in embarrassment. “Look at your stupid IMAX screen and leave me alone.”

He cackles loudly now, in that evil witch way it took him a while to show you, and you know he’s got that big silly grin on his face now. . “The IMAX screen? The same one that made you,” a pause, “climax?”

“Get off of me.”

——

Just as you predicted, Jungkook’s mom gives him the scolding of a lifetime when she drops by the next weekend. The poor woman nearly faints at the theater screen on the wall, only to quickly regain herself. You giggle from your spot on the couch as she whacks his stupidly ripped bicep with the leek you’re supposed to chop up for dinner later.

What you’re not expecting is for her anger to shift to you as she scolds you for letting her idiotic son make such purchases. She gets one playful thwack against your side with the leek before your charming idiotic boyfriend swoops in to save you.

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Settle Down: Chapter 11

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: SpencerXReader (kinda enemies to lovers)

Rating: M

Words: 1.9K

Warnings: Child birth, language, tooth aching fluff

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Y/N and Spencer don’t get along but turn to each other for the one thing you need someone else for… A baby. You can plantonically start a family, right?

AN: Two updates in a row! (Unedited) Now the taglist is officially closed now that we only have the Epilogue left. Thank you to everyone who took this journey with me, let me know what you think! much love, Cia

Chapter 11: A PowerPoint, really?

Morgan called outside the door for more nurses as soon as he heard what you said. Soon 3 women are rushing into the room, one of them clad with a wheelchair. You look at Morgan as they begin to load you in the chair.

“Derek, call Garcia and tell her to come with my emergency birth bag, then call Dr. Lizzie and tell her the baby is coming-AHHHHH!” You screamed as you were being wheeled out. Contractions, as they turn out, are the worst feeling ever.

Garcia is barging into your hospital room not long after that baby bag in tow. You kept an extra one at her place just in case you went into labor when the team was out on a case. “I drove just about 90 mph to get here. How are you feeling, mama bear?”

“Like Satan himself is putting me on a spit roast.” You grunt through clenched teeth.

“Think of the bright side you’re about to give birth to the cutest, most intelligent baby.” Garcia says. “Plus Dr. Liz told me I need to keep you calm so let’s do your breathing exercises.” Garcia starts huffing in syncopated time in order to get you to follow. You scream in her face. “Ok, so maybe not.”

“Who’s ready to have a baby?” Dr. Liz says, in a joyous tone as she sweeps into the room. “Let’s take a look at you.”

“Thank god! Lizzie, I need epidural. Shoot me up, Doc.” You groan from the pain.

“So someone is a little more eager to meet the world than we thought. It’s too late to safely administer epidural. You’re going to have to go natural, kid.”

You look at her wide eyed. “WHAT?!” You shake your head. “I-I can’t.”

“You can, Y/N.” Penelope says. “You can squeeze me as hard as you can.”

Tears start to fall from your eyes from the combination of pain and loneliness you felt. “I can’t do this, I need-I need Spencer.”

You hear the door opening. Spencer walked in pushing an IV still attached to his arm, other one draped around Derek’s shoulder as he helped him walk in. Once Spencer was next to you and leaned against the wall, Derek and Penelope stepped back to give you and Spencer privacy in your moment.

“Alright, you’re crowning. It’s time to push so next time you have a contraction, I need you to push as hard as you can.” Dr. Liz says, you nod. Spencer is pushing some of your sweat matted hair out of your forehead.

“What are you doing? You’re supposed to be in bed.”

“I told you I’d be here for you, for this.” He says, grabbing your hand letting you squeeze around his palm. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Spencer, I--AHHHHH!” You say, pushing. Your hand tightly squeezes around Spencer’s who despite how rough you must look right now is looking at you with the utmost awe and admiration. Dr. Liz gives you some words of encouragement as you breathe waiting for the next contraction.

“You don’t have to say it, I know, Y/N. I know.” He says, hand running through your hair.

“No, I need to say it. Spencer, I’m so in love with you. I love you so much, I’m sorry I kept hurting you but I need you. I love you--AHHHH!! I take it back, I hate you! I fucking hate you for doing this to me!”

Spencer kisses the hand you’re squeezing. “I love you too, Y/N/N. And I know you don’t mean that. It’s actually fairly common for all mammals giving birth to feel disdain towards their partne--”

“SHUT UP!” You yell as you push. “I usually love your facts but right now, shut the fuck up!”

“You’re doing great, mom. Just one more.” You hear Dr. Liz shout over your screams.

They don’t tell you this in any book, Doctor’s appointment, or mommy and me class but for a moment even though it is a fleeting moment. There is a stillness in the air where everything is silent and you are only snapped out of it at the sound of your baby’s first cry. Everything else from the cheers to Spencer cutting the cord is drowned by the sound of your baby loudly entering the word.

Your baby.

They place her on your bare chest and your arms instinctively wrap around your most precious being. You coo as the baby continues to cry the fluid out of her lungs. She’s covered in blood and goop but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Suddenly the thing you’ve wanted for so long was finally here and she was everything and more than what you thought, the perfect manifestation of you and Spencer’s love for each other.

Genevieve Rosalind Reid was born early November 10th. Given the name Genevieve after the song, Lady Genevieve, you and Spencer loved so much and Rosalind after famous female scientist Rosalind Franklin.

Not more than a couple of hours after the rest of the team is slinking into the room to get a peak at the baby, bearing gifts and congratulations to you both. Spencer managed to negotiate with the doctor to at least have a bed moved into your room so if they were going to make him lay and rest at least he could be near you and the baby. Soon, one by one the team starts leaving the last being Penelope who Derek had to haul away with him. You turn to Spencer once they’re gone.

“I love you, Spencer. I’m sorry I didn’t say it. I was scared.”

“I know, Y/N. I love you, why were you scared?”

“I didn’t want to lose you with my selfishness. Genevieve needs you more than I do, I didn’t want to sacrifice her having both parents because I couldn’t control myself.”

He reaches across the aisle between your beds for your hand which you stretch to him as well. “I’m not going anywhere.” He says looking you in your eyes. “I would never abandon either of you. I love you, but no matter what happens between us, we’ll make it work. For Genevieve.”

“For Genevieve.” You repeat back.

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It’s been about 9 months since you had Genevieve and you and Spencer we’re still going strong. Though the first couple of months were difficult with Spencer being injured and having an actual newborn to care for. You were still better than before, Spencer made things better. Genevieve was perfect and looking more and more like Spencer with each passing day. In fact, it seemed the only trait she did take from you was a wild stubbornness and love for Disney movies.

You were out walking Genevieve in her stroller when you got a call.

“Hey Spence. What’s up?”

“Hey, where are you?” You hear over the line.

“I’m walking with Gen in the park.” You say.

“Do you want to meet at the coffee shop on the corner?”

You shrug even though he can’t see it. “Sure, get me a cold brew.”

You push the stroller into the coffee shop ten minutes later and walk over to the corner table you and Spencer have deemed yours. Your daughter is already fussy and making grabby hands for Spencer, who smiles and scoops her out the stoller.

“Hey, Bug.” He says, sweetly as your daughter smiles brightly at him.

“God, she’s such a traitor. Instantly forgets I exist as soon as she sees you.” You say, as he hands her back so you can put in the high chair for lunch. You’re opening her banana and pears baby food when you notice it. “Why do you have my laptop?” You ask.

“Well, open it.”

You give Spencer a weird look before handing him the food to feed Genevieve so you can open the laptop. Your heart stops for a second as you read what’s on the screen.

“A PowerPoint, really?” You chuckle. “Spencer, what is this?”

“This is Reasons Why You Should Marry Me.” He says, looking up to look you in the eyes.

“Yea, I got that from the title, Spence.” You chuckle, wetly. “And you thought a PowerPoint was the best way to ask?”

“Well, I felt you’d be more inclined to consider it if you knew I spent time on a presentation.”

“That’s true.” You say, chuckling at the memory of your first friendly encounter. You take the food back from him. “Well, show me what you got.”

“Okay, Reason #1, You love me.” You laugh, nodding as he goes to the next slide. “And I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Spencer…” You said, swooning slightly.

“#2, I’d be a great husband.”

“That’s a debatable fact.” You say, chuckling.

“Have I given you any indication that I wouldn’t be?”

You smile and shake your head no.

“#3, I have a ring, a very pretty one that Garcia helped me pick out and it’s yours if you say yes.” Spencer says, that makes you laugh loudly because of course she did, no wonder she’d been acting weird at work for the past couple of weeks. “In all seriousness… Y/N, I love you and I feel like I’ve loved since you brought me to this coffee shop more than a year ago and asked me to make the best decision of my life. You are my best friend, the mother of my child… I can’t think of anyone else I’d want to share my life with. So..” Spencer takes that moment to stand to kneel down on one knee. “Will you marry me, Please.”

The tears that had been threatening to fall since he started were coming in full swing now. You nodded fast. “Yes! 1000% yes!” You exclaim. Spencer takes that moment to slide the ring on to your finger as you hear the faint applause from the bored baristas in the empty coffee shop who have gotten to know you both over the years. Spencer sweeps you into a deep kiss, that you can barely stop smiling for. You pull apart when you hear Genevieve start to babble in her highchair, reaching for the two of you.

“Oh, come here, Bug.” You say, going to pick her up, kissing the top of her head. “Can’t stand not being the center of attention, huh?”

“Well, she is her mother’s daughter.” Spencer chuckles when you level a bored expression at him. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” He says, starting to pack Genevieve’s stuff back into her stroller. “What movie are we watching tonight?” He asks.

You think for a second. “How’s Wall-E sound?”

Spencer smiles when he hears you say the first movie you watched together. That was the night he knew for sure that he was going to marry you someday. You didn’t know it yet, but Spencer did, and he was rarely wrong.

“Sounds wonderful, baby.” He smiles, as the three of you walk out of the coffee shop, a newly cemented family.

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