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soapybutt17 · 6 months

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Coldest Night

Summary: What if your worse nightmare has come to life?

Character: John Price x F!Wife!Reader. Simon "Ghost" Riley. Kyle "Gaz" Garrick. John "Soap" MacTavish.

Word Count: 1,702

Chapter Warnings: Angst. Character Death(s). Life threatening injuries. Mentions of blood loss. Mentions of violence. Major Spoiler for MW3.

A/N: To the anon that sent me the request, just know that i know you had good intentions, but i am not over mw3 and what they had done to my boy Soap and now i'm just down right sad again. didn't go into too much detail for soap's part cuz the wound is still fresh and my boy did not deserve what happened to him. :'(

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John “Soap” MacTavish

The day that you had learned Soap was KIA, you had fallen to your knees in the middle of the base and had sobbed your heart out. Johnny had always had a special place in your heart. Out of the three, you had worried about Soap the most knowing how his tendency to act brashly had ended with him more injured than he needed to be.

You mourned his death worse than anyone else in the base. You were the one that had to make the call to his family, letting them know about Soap’s passing. How it had been so hard for you to hold the tears as you listened to his parents crying through the other line. You still held a level of professionalism as you explained to his family the next step that was needed to be taken and you would be helping them all throughout wherever they may need you.

Early on, a part of you would begin to blame each and every single one of the boys. They had made a promise to you that they would keep an eyes on each other. But they broke it, you had unfortunately displaced most of your anger towards your husband, who’s already filled with guilt knowing Soap had died under his command, Soap had died saving him from Makarov.

But slowly but surely you began to heal, learning that you should not have blamed anyone of the boys for what has happened—especially your husband. The man was already plagued with his own guilt, Survivor’s guilt as the therapist you had forced all three of them to take had explained. You had your own guilt, knowing if only you had been there for the mission, you could have made difference. But at the end of the day, there was no use thinking of the what ifs. It was about learning to move on.

It was in Soap’s death that you and your husband have decided to retire. The fear of having to lose either Gaz or Ghost haunted you both. It was no a decision either of you would be willing to make any longer. You couldn’t in your conscious allow another meaningless death because of a war be on either of your hands.

Even as the years has passed since Soap’s death, you had never forgotten the man and all the memories that you had shared with him in your time as part of the Taskforce. You were still mourning just as much as your husband, but it was slowly but surely getting better. It had also become your mission of constantly checking up on the two boys, proud that they’ve gotten themselves promoted as Captain and Lieutenant respectfully. They had both deserved it, more than either of them would believe, Soap would have been their number one support should he still been alive to witness it all.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

“Don’t you fucking die on me, Riley!”

Even as hard as you try to keep the wound covered, Simon was losing so much blood that you were slowly but surely doubting if he would be able to make it. It was stupid of him to take the bullet to save you. Completely and utterly stupid of him to do this to you now when he finally has a life to live.

“You deserve to live, you’ve got the Captain and the little princess waiting for you back home.” Simon gasp, even as hard as he tries to be strong, pain was very well written on his masked face.

Your hands dug further onto his stomach where the bullet wound resides. All of your medical training has faded from your mind as panic continued to settle. Tearing your sleeves off, you placed it onto his stomach, hoping it would add to the gauze stopping the wound from bleeding further out.

“You fucking deserve to live too.” You snapped, radioing back up again. A single tear was shed as you were given an ETA of an hour.

Simon might not make it in an hour.

“I want you to promise me something, Rookie.” He coughed, his shaking hand slowly pulled off his mask revealing his pale face, and blood loss was slowly but surely manifesting. “Promise me that you’ll bury me in my home town, not as Ghost, but as Simon Riley.”

You sobbed, knowing what his request had entailed. His past that had once haunted him all throughout his life and his career. He was ready to leave it all behind and live and die finally as the man behind the mask.

“Bury me with me Mum and brother.”

“Okay.” You nod, sobbing now as he clasped onto your hands pulling it away from the wound on his stomach.

“Thank you for being the Mum I thought I could never have again.” He whispered cupping your cheeks with his bloodied hand before his hands fell and his eyes closed.

Death had taken him from you and all you could do was sob, shaking him awake, ignoring the voice of your husband and the rest of the team that had grown concern that your sobs would notify their enemies of your whereabouts, but it truly didn’t matter. You’ve lost Simon, your boy. The man that you had loved like he was your own, and the man you had promised your husband to protect when you had agreed to go on this mission with him.

You had failed Simon, just as much as you had failed to keep your promise with John. You would never see yourself ever stepping back onto a mission again after this. You had vowed to yourself never to because of it.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

“How is he?”

It’s been three days of no sleep for you. You had refused to leave the confinements of the cold plastic chair that was situated outside of the hospital room where Kyle was in. No one, not even your husband could coerce you into leaving your place outside of the room.

John, Soap, and Simon had begun taking turns in giving you food, coffee, or change of clothes. But nothing could truly make you leave your position until you were sure that Kyle was stable and as far away from any sorts of danger.

But you should have expected something like this to happen. A mission gone wrong would always end with someone getting compromised. You were thankful that it was just an injury—as severe as it had been for the past few days, it was better than dealing with a funeral and paper works that come along with it.

You were still shaken up after you’ve been notified that Kyle was compromised. You dropped everything and made your way here in the hospital. All thoughts of work and your obligations were placed in the backburner until you were certain he was going to be alright.

“Stable.” The Doctor’s single word had washed all the relief onto your body. It was all you needed to know.

“Damages?” You inquired.

“Broken collar bone and hairline fracture to the skull, but they will heal. What I want him to focus more on is healing the few bullet wounds to the stomach he dealt with. We were able to remove most of the bullets and fragments, but we will not be certain about any underlying damage until after he wakes up.”

You nod. In the years of knowing Kyle, you know he would be able to get back from this, but knowing the damages that he had to endure because of this mission, there was this fear that just doesn’t seem to leave you. What if there was something wrong that would change his life in a way that no one would help him with.

“When will he be able to wake up then?”

“When he is good and ready.”

You nodded, thanking the doctor for the update. Slumping back onto the chair, you sighed resting your face onto your hand. Only now did you feel the fatigue and lack of sleep finally get to you.

“How are you holding up, Darling?”

Looking up, the sight of your husband was a welcome comfort for you in this very moment. He sat beside you with his arm immediately wrapping around your shoulder. Only now did you also come to realize the shiver that run through your body at the lack of coat.

“Better than Kyle is.” You muttered.

“He’s gonna be alright.” John’s reassurance did nothing to you in the moment, but you held onto it still. Every single reassurance that was given to you, you would take.

“I hope so,” You muttered. “He was supposed to be on drill duties next week.” You hoped a little humor could ease away your worries.

“And he still will when he wakes up.” John reassured with a chuckle. “I’ll make sure of it, My Love.”

“What if he doesn’t come out of this the same way?”

“Then we will help him adjust to the civilian life should it be the choice he makes for himself.” He answered immediately. “We will not know for sure, but whatever happens, it is our duty and our responsibility to make sure all three of those Muppets are well taken care of whether they still work for us or not.”

You nodded understanding very well what he was trying to say.

“I just can’t stop worrying about him. I don’t know how he’s doing right now and what he’s feeling.”

“I worry about him too.” John admits sighing. “But we will resolve nothing if all we do is worry about him and the other two.”

You nodded. Only now did you realize that for the past few days, your husband had allowed you the time to take it all in. How one member of your team being compromised as Kyle was right now would not be the first time that it would happen and you were certain it would not be the last.

You had your duty just like John did. With Kyle now in the clear, it was only time for you to regroup and deal with the mess you’ve left behind in the base.

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author-ssi · 11 months

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Music & Sex ~MYG

➜Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader ➜Genre: Smut, (Slight) Fluff, One-shot Warnings: vulgar language (Yoongi cursing), oral sex;fem receiving (Yoongi’s tongue technology), fingering, hand job, vaginal sex (protected and kinda rough) [18+ MDNI] ➜Word Count: 2.6k ➜Summary: A rebellious Min Yoongi keeping the company of a docile girl seemingly appears a bit odd. However, there are certain things that connect the two and those are music and sex.

“Min Yoongi, get out of my class!”, the professor’s agitated yell echoes throughout the classroom and all the students are left to watch a fuming Yoongi storm out, slamming the door behind him. “Fucking asshole”, he growls marching up to his locker and starting to take out his things. “I swear that was the last straw! I’m going to drop out!”, he mutters frustratingly slipping his guitar’s strap over his shoulder and shoving his laptop along with his music equipment in his bag. “Fuck those shitty professors! Acting like they care whether I become successful or not, while all they do is promote their own favourites. What a shitshow! As if fake support and perfect grades will get me to my dream. I don’t need anyone’s help. I’m going to get there on my own!”, he determinedly grumbles to himsef slamming his locker shut. “Yoongi-ssi”, her gentle voice is immediately recognised by him and he halts his movements turning around to face her.

Y/N; one of his classmates, a quiet and mellow girl who Yoongi has developed a soft spot for. “Sweetheart, I’ve told you before to stop adressing me so formally”, he chastises her with a small smile and a tender gaze, his frustration slowly dissipating. She mumbles a timid apology with a slight bow of her head before raising her eyes to meet his. “You shouldn’t drop out”, she tells him attentively, taking a step towards him. “You heard that huh?”, he half-smirks leaning his body against the lockers as he takes out his pack of cigarettes, not missing the frown that instantly takes over her features. He’s aware of her disapproval of him smoking but he can’t force himself to quit it; it helps him cool off whenever he’s upset. Having placed the cigarette between his lips, he glances over at her while he lights it, chuckling at her reaction. “You’re cute when you pout”, he teases enjoying the red tint on her cheeks that only he seems to be able to evoke.

One might wonder why he hasn’t already made a move on her. The reason behind that is because he doesn’t feel like he deserves her; he’s a rebel and she’s a sweetheart. He can’t trust his unstable self around her, sooner or later his reckless actions would hurt her. “After you left, professor Han announced to us that a showcase is going to be held at the end of the month where every student has to participate-”, his nonchalant groan interjects her making her memontarily pause before continuing unbothered by his evident expression of disdain. “He also mentioned that representatives from certain music companies will be present, on the look-out for new recruits”, she finishes her sentence knowing full well that by the end of it, she’s got his attention back. And she was right... Yoongi’s eyes gleam conspiratorily as the cogs in his brain start turning full-speed, brainstorming tons of ideas before ultimately settling on one, “Let’s do a performance together”.

Despite his rebellious tendancies, slacking off has never been a part of Yoongi’s vocabulary so the moment Y/N agrees to their collaboration, he has thrown himself right into work; coming up with a series of melodies and beats while trying to put together the best song he’s ever produced. After all, he has a knack for constantly surpassing his previous works and outdoing himself. “This is amazing Yoongi!”, and of course, the sight of Y/N’s impressed face when she listens to the final result is a bonus. A proud smirk appears on his face pushing aside his usually humble self; a behaviour brought out solely by her expression of admiration towards him. “Glad you like it. Can I trust you to have the lyrics figured out by the end of the weekend?”, he asks reverting back to his professional self. “It’s Friday... I’ll have them done by tomorrow night! You can count on me, Yoongi”, she grins widely at him, determination flashing over her clear eyes. He smiles satisfied with her work ethic, gathering his equipment from around the studio of their university where they had arranged to meet up. “Alright then! So... Want to go grab a drink or something?”, he suggests casually and when she shoots him a quizzical look, he reveals to her his habit of rewarding himself after finishing a project by indulging in the calming sensation of alcohol. Giggling at that, Y/N agrees in a heartbeat.

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“How can you still look so pure? Naked and writhing under me”. He tried to resist. Really, he tried. How had an innocent offer for a drink led to this? “Yoongi please”. When did things go off track? Was it when the conversation somehow ended up heading to their past sex experiences? Was it when she revealed how much she craved to be eaten out since her fingers were not good enough for her anymore? Was that his breaking point? His eyes had darkened as he processed her drunken confession and without wasting another moment, he rushed her out of the bar they had been lounging at - the one he’d always opted for since it’s the closest to his apartment. Thanking the heavens for this convenience, Yoongi led the girl only two blocks down the street gently pulling her along by the grip his long, slender fingers had on her wrist. It wasn’t until he reached his doorstep that the reality of what he was rushing her into dawned on him and guilt started to consume him. He became so eager that he didn’t even glimpse at her the entire time. If he did, he could have at least gathered from her body language or expressions whether she was as eager to do this as him. He mentally facepalms himself for almost taking advantage of her innocence like that and proceeds to loosen his grip on her turning around to voice his apology. “Are we not gonna go in?”, her voice laced with anticipation reaches his ears before he’s able to complete neither of his intented actions; his fingers remaining encircled around her wrist, his apology dying in his throat. What he turned to face was the sight of her clear, impatient eyes gazing up at him, her cheeks flashed and her thighs tightly pressed together. Yeah... That was his breaking point.

Nose brushing against the skin of her inner thigh, Yoongi resumes his previous actions ignoring defiantly the begging whimpers of the innocent girl whose legs are wide open for him. “You’re so loud”, he sighs with a low chuckle as he finally stops his trail of wet kisses on her thighs. “Alright, if you need it so much... I’ll give it to you”, he smirks as his index finger creeps over to the part of her that seems to be calling out to him; glistening with her arousal, clenching over nothing. Yoongi only but presses his finger against her clit, slightly rubbing on it and that’s all it takes for him to hear the sweetest moan fall past her lips. “Is that it? That’s what you were whining about? Hm... You’re easier to please than I thought”, he mocks her moving his finger down her slit before he brings it - now coated with her arousal - over to his mouth. He doesn’t break eye contact, his intense gaze remaining on her as his finger leaves his mouth with an intentional ‘pop’. Y/N knows he is only teasing her. She knows Min Yoongi isn’t stupid. He had known what she craved for him to do the moment she was left lying naked under him, her legs parting as she bared herself to him. So, she whines his name again looking at him with furrowed eyebrows and pouty lips. "You're cute when you pout", a smirking Yoongi mumbles knowing she's had enough of his teasing by now. And so, his smirk disappears into her dripping and pulsating core as he starts to ravish her; wet lips pressing down fervently, skillfull mouth moving eagerly as if it belongs to a man who has been starved for days. “Now sing for me, your moans are the sweetest music”, he whispers with his warm tongue flicking her clit which causes her body to jolt and his request to be fulfilled. A string of moans fall past her open lips and her small fingers tangle themselves in his hair tugging them firmly in search of a way to channel the immense pleasure surging through her body.

Yoongi’s senses are overwhelmed by her voice, scent and taste and his resolve to go easy on her is easily broken. His slender fingers grip her thighs pushing her knees to her chest as he plunges his tongue in and out of her more forcefully. He feels her legs start to tremble as she continues to moan and mumble incoherently about how good it feels. This only adds to his fervour; two fingers take his tongue's place inside her slit and his tongue moves over to suck on her clit. That does it for Y/N. Her head drops back on the bed and her back arches against it as she reaches a toe-curling orgasm. Yoongi removes his fingers but not his tongue, simply slowing its movement instead, in order to prolong her pleasure. Y/N rides out her high humming in satisfaction before giving his hair another slight tug to let him know she's done.

A dazed smile appears on her lips when Yoongi lifts his head and locks eyes with her. "Good girl. Such a good girl for me", he praises her with a half-smile, half-smirk squeezing her thighs softly. His sturdy body then moves up to press against her own bringing them face to face. She simply stares at him too breathless to voice her own thoughts. Even more so when he kisses her deeply letting her taste herself on his tongue as he swipes it over her own. Y/N moans in his mouth, desperately wanting to reciprocate the pleasure she just experienced. Getting more daring, she sucks on his tongue lowering her hands towards his clothed erection. Yoongi won't deny that he's been feeling his cock straining in his jeans all while eating her out. When he notices her getting more daring, he pulls away from the kiss and casts his gaze down to the sight of her nimble fingers fumbling with his zipper. "Too eager, aren't we now, sweetheart?", Yoongi teases her slightly biting onto his lip while he waits for her next move. "I want to pleasure you too, Yoongi", Y/N states confidently, her words all the more fuelling his lust for her.

His hand joins hers to remove his jeans and he hastily kicks them off along with his briefs. Hardly does his erection make its appearance before Y/N's hands are touching it, feeling his hard cock up and down eagerly. Yoongi groans from the pleasure he's suddenly receiving, burying his face in her neck and sloppily sucking on it while he lets her do what she wants with him. A small whimper is all Y/N allows herself to release, her mind now set on only pleasuring him. Her thumb swipes across the tip of his cock smearing his arousal all over the head, before she resumes to vertically stroking his cock. "Ff-fuck Y/N, keep going", Yoongi grumbles under his ragged breath, his hands gripping the sheets on its side of her body as he hovers over her. She glances up at him with a satisfied smile, only now noticing how straining his position appears to be. Using her other hand, Y/N grasps Yoongi's shoulder firmly, pushing him to the side and making him lie down on his back. Her other hand keeps working on his cock, as she moves to straddle his legs, "Much better", she comments earning a simple nod from Yoongi as he lets out a deep breath, visibly relaxed and now more open to the pleasure he's receiving. Y/N slightly tightens her grip around his slim girth and moves her hand more swiftly on his long length. Shivers travel through her entire body, almost making her halt her movements, when she hears him let out a low moan. "Dammit Y/N", Yoongi hisses with his jaw clenched, abruptly lifting his torso and grabbing the girl by her hips. His lips find hers in a fervent kiss whilst she continues to stroke his cock.

"Y/N, I need you to answer me something...", a panting Yoongi murmurs against her lips placing his hand on top of her own to halt her actions. "Are we going to go all the way or...?", he trails off looking her straight in the eyes with a serious expression. Y/N glances down at his cock, erect in her hold between them, raising Yoongi’s doubts of whether she actually wants to do this with him or not. He deems his concerns as justified when he sees her lift herself off of his lap, drawing away from him. A deep frown settles on his lips in disappointment until he realises that she's settling herself beside him; lying down on her back and opening her legs for him. Once again, Yoongi erases all of his inhibitions - hastily taking out a condom from the drawer of his bedside table and eagerly moving to place himself between her legs after having put it on. "Are you sure about this, sweetheart?", he asks for her permission once again, gently cupping the outer side of her thighs. "Yes, I'm sure Yoongi. I want this, so don't hold back", she answers him urging him to go on with a roll of her hips towards his awaiting cock. That's the last consent Yoongi is going to take tonight...

Keeping one of his hands on her thigh, he uses the other to guide his cock to where she needs him most, entering her with a slow push. A whine slips past her now parted lips, drawing his attention. Yoongi focuses his gaze on her, drinking in the sight of her beautiful face twisted in pleasure, before moving his hips until his whole cock is buried deep inside her. He watches as she squirms and whimpers under him, wrapping her legs around him and pulling his body close. Her soft skin is burning hot against his with each one of his languid moves and her breathless moans sound melodic to his ears. As his rhythm accelerates, the sound of the raw contact between their bare flesh acts like the bass line to a song, providing him all the more satisfaction. His ears pick up on the moment her breath becomes more shallow, immediately knowing that she's close to coming undone. So, Yoongi leans in to Y/N’s ear urging her in a whisper, "Cum around me, sweetheart". It's like he flipped a switch in her because in that exact moment, he feels her walls tightening around his cock as she cums, granting him his own orgasm as well.

Normally, if this was just a hook-up, Yoongi would already be lying on his back and lighting up a cigar while watching the random chick put her clothes back on to depart. With Y/N it's different, though. After disposing of the condom, when Yoongi lies on his back, he doesn’t reach for his pack of cigars - instead, he reaches for her; pulling her body close to him as he hugs her waist. Closing his eyes, he relishes in the rhythm of her trying to steady her breath and the tuneful, satisfied hum that follows after she snuggles up to his side.

It is then that Yoongi realises that having sex with her feels the same as making music. And damn, he fully enjoys doing both.

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earthtoharlow · 11 months

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Flashing Lights

Jack Harlow x Singer!OC

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07) Focus

This chapter is part of my one year anniversary celebration, where there’s a new fic every tuesday!

warning: SMUT (:

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user: REAL MUSIC BACK !!!

user: LISTENING RIGHT NOOOOOW!

chloebailey: so proud of you 🥹

user: the honesty and emotion on this record, unreal 🔥

user: drop the album

user: can you focus on meeeeeee

jackharlow: ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

“Lately, I've been a little fed up, wish you would just focus on me”

Jack sang as he reached to turn the radio up as he drove to the airport to pick up Maryse from LAX. She had been doing press all over New York City going to talk show, to talk show to promote her first single, Focus from her debut album. The song has only been out for a week and a half and it’s already topping the charts and constantly playing on the radio.

With Maryse being in NY and Jack traveling to LA and ATL to record his own album. They hadn’t seen each other as much as they would’ve liked. Which is why Jack planned a special date for the two of them tonight.

Jack decided to wait in the parking deck for her so they could have some privacy knowing the paparazzi would bother them in the pick up area. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long, Maryse was walking out the revolving doors, 15 minutes later.

His heart stopped when he spotted her. She looked adorable with her blanket wrapped around her shoulders, huge dark sunglasses and her curls tossed up into a messy bun. Jack stepped out of his jeep and leaned against it, so she could see him. He watched as the smile spread across her face at the sight of him. The closer she got she dropped her suitcases and started running towards him

“Oof” Jack let out as the wind was almost knocked out of him as Maryse flew towards him. Maryse wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her face against his neck.

God, he missed this girl so much. The two stayed like this for what felt like forever. Maryse soon removed her face from his neck, and grabbed his face with both hands before leaning down and kissing him. Jack moaned into the kiss, while sliding his hands from her waist that was holding her steady to her ass, giving them a slight squeeze. Maryse broke the kiss with a giggle.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

They laughed as they both spoke at the same time.

“C’mon let’s get outta here, I’m taking you out tonight” Jack said as he went to put her luggage in the truck before hopping in the car.

“You are?” Maryse started bouncing in her seat with excitement.

“Yeah, but first nap time.”

“Oh thank god, I’m so sleepy.”

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Jack couldn’t help but think he hadn’t slept that good in months, might even be years. He knew it was because the woman curled up next to him. Maryse’s body fit so perfectly against him. It was like she was made to be here in his arms.

He gently moved the curls that were falling in her face, so he could admire how peaceful she looked. He smiled at the way she slept with her legs tangled with his and one arm wrapped around his body. Jack would be content if he could stay like this forever. But knowing how long it was going to take her to get ready, she would need to get up now.

Jack leaned down and pressed feather light kisses on her face. He watched as Maryse slowly opened her eyes and stared into his blue eyes. “Well, that’s not a bad way to wake up.” Her voice was slow and dragging as she tried to not fall back asleep. “What time is our date?”

“In 3 hours.”

Maryse’s eyes shot back open. “3 HOURS?! Jack, do you not know me at all? I have to get ready now!”

Jack tightened his arms around her to stop her from getting up. She tried to pull away but soon gave up with a pout. He leaned over and kissed her pouting lips before letting her go.

He watched with a smile as she rolled outta bed to find something to wear.

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“I can’t believe you got me blindfolded. Is this the part where you kill me?”

Jack laughed and rolled his eyes as he continued to walk her up the steps to where they were having their date. He really hoped she loved this because trying to set it up was difficult.

“You didn’t reply, oh god”

“Will you stop being so dramatic? Now be careful this is the last step then I can take this off you”

Maryse stayed silent as Jack carefully walked her to the last set of steps. She could then feel him walk behind her, and rubbed his hands up and down her arm before reaching up to untie the cloth from her eyes. “Ok, open your eyes.”

Maryse slowly opened her eyes and blinked a little to adjust to the light. She gasped as she looked around her.

“Jack…” Maryse was sure she looked crazy as her mouth hung open. She just couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

“Like it?” Jack asked her nervously.

She shook her head. “No…I love this” she could feel her eyes start to water.

Jack Harlow rented out the whole Getty Museum just for the two of them, but that wasn’t all there were lights on the floor making a pathway to a table set for 2. It was the most beautiful thing Maryse had ever seen. She slowly turned around and wrapped her arms around him. “Jack, I can’t believe you did this! I can’t imagine how long it took you to pull this off!” Standing on her tippy toes to kiss him.

“Last week you talked about wanting to show me around LA since I’m usually only here for work and you offhandedly mentioned that you visit the Getty whenever you’re here because you love art museums so I figured I would do something special for our first date.” Jack told her as he rested both of his hands on the sides of her face and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears.

“You remembered that?” Maryse asked him

“Of course, I remember everything you tell me. Big or small.” Jack replied before walking her towards the table, and pulling her seat out so she could sit down. He kissed her forehead before walking around to his side of the table.

She watched as he pulled the tops covering their plates off. Maryse was shocked to see a full course meal, Salmon, mashed potatoes, and asparagus. It looked delicious.

Maryse just shook her head in amazement. She could feel herself getting emotional. She was with Nate for years and he never put this much thought and detail into a date before.

Jack reached across the table and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Stop looking so shocked, you deserve this and more. Now let’s dig in!”

As they ate they talked about everything under the sun, their laughs and conversations echoed throughout the quiet museum.

“Thank you again for those flowers you sent me last week, they were beautiful.” Maryse said to Jack as they were lying on the floor of the museum. Apparently they didn’t have to be out till 3 am so Jack brought blankets and pillows so they could chill until they felt like leaving.

“Beautiful flowers for my even more beautiful girl.” Jack replied as he looked down at Maryse as she was laying in his arms. He watched as Maryse wrinkled her nose up at him, knowing she was going to call him out for being cheesy.

“You’re a cornball”

“You love it!” Jack says before kissing her forehead. “But for real though, I’m so proud of you. I know how hard you’ve been working on your album. You haven’t mentioned it, but I can tell you’re nervous about your album coming out but you shouldn’t be. Focus is already a hit, and your album is going to be a game changer.”

Maryse squeezed Jack letting him know she heard him, before climbing on top of him and pressing her face against his neck. She could feel Jack arms wrap her waist, before moving his hands down and casually resting them right above her ass. Lifting her head up, she leaned down putting their foreheads together.

Jack could see the emotions on her face and simply kissed her lips, assuring her, “You don’t have to say anything.”

Pulling away from the kiss, Maryse spoke in a whisper “You always know all the right things to say.”

“It’s probably a fluke. I think I just say the right things to you.”

Maryse shook her head in disagreement, knowing that wasn’t true and laid her head back down on his chest. It was quiet for a while, the only thing you could hear were their steady heartbeats. Maryse didn’t know it was possible for someone to make her feel the way Jack did. With Jack, she always felt fully cared for. Maybe it was too soon to call this love, but if it was, she completely understood why people go crazy for it. She felt like she was drunk on him.

Maryse’s thoughts were cut short when she felt Jack move his hands up under her dress trying to cop a feel. With her head resting against his chest she could feel a groan rumble in his chest when he noticed she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Fuck, Maryse.”

Maryse said nothing as she moved her hips against his, teasing him slightly. She could feel him throbbing in his pants. Not being able to take the teasing any longer, Jack connected his lips to hers with another groan. The sounds of their kisses as they grasped one another were heard in the dim museum. They pulled away from each other long enough so they could pull Jack’s shirt over his head, and so he could unzip his slacks and briefs.

Once all his clothes were off, Jack bunched up her dress around her waist, while Maryse pushed herself up on her knees. Jack could feel her hand grab hold of his thick length steady as she sunk down on him.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good” Jack said in a breathly tone.

All Maryse could do was whimper in response as she gripped his shoulders as she continued to ride him. Jack sat her up in his arms and started attacking her neck with kisses and bites. Sucking along her skin just the way she likes.

The connection Jack had with Maryse was nothing like he had ever felt before. His attraction to her felt off the charts.

He hummed against her skin each time she dropped down into his lap and took him completely. Jack knew they were both getting closer with each buck of her hips. “You take me so well. You were made for this, Maryse.” Jack whispered in her ear

Maryse shivered against him as his hands ran down the length of her back, giving her ass a tight squeeze.

“Such a naughty girl, riding me in this museum.” Jack could feel her clench him tight.

She was getting close with the way her breathing was becoming more ragged and the grip she had on him tightened.

Jack quickly flipped them over and pounded into her hard, making Maryse whimper. He was so close as he pressed kisses against her shoulder. “C’mon baby, cum for me.”

“Jack, please.” Maryse moaned.

“You can do it, baby. Let go.”

The only sounds in the museum were grunts of pleasure as Maryse came, Jack came right behind her. Maryse felt like her senses were on fire, with the way the warmth of his skin engulfed her.

Maryse let out a small sigh of happiness as Jack laid on top of her, chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. They both were in a happy daze for the rest of the night, silently hoping nothing or no one would ruin their happiness.

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Maryse Monet is finally ready to release her debut album!

In a two bedroom Brooklyn Heights brownstone, R&B star Maryse Monet paces around the living room barefoot, in drawstring shorts and an oversized Missionary Jack tee (Stolen from boyfriend, rapper Jack Harlow) her natural hair in full bloom, while members of her glam team prepare her look for her upcoming appearance on Good Morning America. In three hours, the singer-songwriter was going to announce the title of her debut album; “Ugh, those feels again.” (Dropping March 31st)

Having dropped the lead single, “Focus” the night before which was getting rave reviews from music critics, she still feels anxiety with dropping music.

“Dropping music, to me at least, is like letting the whole world read my diary.” She says. When asked if she ever regrets any music she’s dropped she tells me no.

“No, never. Letting people hear it is a risk, but I believe putting music out into the world is a great teacher to help all my future projects sound better.”

The doorbell rings loudly throughout the house. I watch as the singer leans over the arm of the chair to try and see who’s at the door. Her eyes widen when her manager, CoCo walks into the room holding a bouquet of Peonies. Maryse immediately grabs for them, smelling the flowers. The smile on her face only gets wider as she reads the card. When I ask who the flowers are from there’s a twinkle in her eyes when she tells me they’re from her boyfriend and doesn’t explain further.

The last year has been some sort of Maryse explosion where she went from just being New York’s star quarterback girlfriend to breaking away and becoming a Grammy award winning singer. At 24 years old, Maryse is already a household name. “I’ve really put in the time and work,” she says. “I’m so happy that everything has been, you know, manifesting.”

Growing up with a dad who played guitar and a mother who was a music teacher, Maryse can’t remember a time where music wasn’t part of her life. “Music was playing around the house but I think something outwardly happened when I heard Mariah Carey sing for the first time. I remember getting the craziest chills and goosebumps and I was like, “what is she doing? I want to sing just like that?” I always tell people that music was my first love.”

She then asked me if I wanted to hear her new music. I can feel the tingling excitement build as we sneak away into her home recording studio. As she takes her laptop and plugs it in, she tells me she’ll probably only be about to get through two songs before someone realizes she’s gone missing. Quietly, the r&b star hits play on her upcoming album.

Instantly, a wall of sound hits me. There’s only two reactions you could have to the song. One; saying “Whoooo” and/or Two; fanning themselves vigorously. I was doing both. Her voice was dreamy and hushed, with the song being sultry and slow. This was the type of love song you play to the person who might just last till cuffing season. The one you play with your head stuck out the window as the wind blows in your hair. Maryse was able to play a couple more songs before she was summoned into hair and makeup.

The making of the album has been a long process, she explains, as her hairstylist tries to tame her curls. She started writing the album after returning to dating following the end of a long term and very public relationship.

When we reached out to Maryse's equally famous best friend, Doja Cat, she says the world is finally going to know the real Maryse Monet.

“Everyone knows that she's an amazing musician, but they'll also find out that she’s a real ass bitch, who’s music is going to bring people together and change lives.”

We couldn’t agree more.

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AN: This might be the longest fic I've ever written, but I really love these two and didn't want to split it into different parts :) I hope this all flows well together. Enjoy them being happy beause drama is coming Thank you for reading and as always tell me your thoughts!

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lieslab · 2 months

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You're somebody else

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Pairing: Lee Know X gn reader

Summary: After he arrives home from traveling, you're forced to confront your lover turned cheater.

Genre: Angst with no happy ending

Word Count: 1.5K

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Minho knew something was wrong when he came home to find the living room dark. Every part of the house was pitch black. It was strange and it wasn’t like you. He was excited to see you again. He had specifically told you tonight was the night he’d be home from doing promotions and a few concerts in Japan.

He walked tediously through the house. His arms stretched out in front of him and his socked-feet sliding along the felt-like carpet beneath him. His next assumption was that you were asleep. You had been working an awful lot lately. Maybe you crawled into bed and fell asleep while waiting.

Whatever the case, he couldn’t wait to see you again. He couldn’t wait to see the twinkle in your eyes. The way your mouth stretched into a crooked grin. Your happiness was infectious; there was nothing he loved more.

You were the best part of his day and night. The love and the light of his life. You were there sharing the highs, you comforted and continued giving him your support during the lows. Experiencing you was one of his favorite parts of living.

His heart picked up speed in his chest; a euphoriant reminder that he loved you. A smile fell onto his own face when he thought about the forthcoming scene. He’d crawl into your shared bed and he’d gently shake your shoulder to wake you up.

Your whole face, illuminated by the moonlight through sheer bedroom curtains, would light up. That crooked grin of yours would come out sleepy. Your eyes would only be half-opened as you wiggled into his arms and buried your face into his chest.

He’d take pleasure in the familiar scent of your shampoo and the way your body pressed against his; a puzzle piece that had been missing over the span of three weeks. His mind constantly went back to you.

You were the center of his universe and he orbited around you. Spinning, spinning, spinning, your gravity pulling him in and keeping him center. Helping him with mundane tasks and sharing intimate and domestic moments together.

Pushing open the creaky bedroom door, he was met with a perfectly made empty bed. The sound of sad music drifted from beneath the bathroom door. He glanced over to find soft light peeking out from beneath it. The smile on his face faltered.

You must have been really struggling to listen to sad music. You believed that sad music increased your sadness. You were the type of person who surrounded yourself with upbeat music because you knew listening to sad and slower music would dampen your mood.

He stepped forward and knocked on the door. “Baby? I’m finally home. Can I come in?”

He was met with the subtle sound of sloshing water. The sad music lowered, but continued to play. He stayed put waiting for your response, but it never came. He knocked again, but you didn’t respond.

After a few second pause and increasing anxiety, he finally pushed the door open. “Are you ignoring me?” The words were a light-hearted joke. However, when he stepped further inside, his heart stopped.

You sat up to your neck in white foamy bubbles. A glass of wine sat in your hand and you glanced over at him with watery eyes. He blinked making sure he was taking in the scene correctly. Around you, candles had been placed around lighting up the bathroom.

The scent of lavender mixed with heartbreak. You stayed quiet as you stared at your boyfriend. A blank look fell over your face despite the tears in your eyes. “You’re home,” you muttered.

“What’s wrong?” He asked with his eyebrows pinched together. You looked rough with dark bags beneath your eyes. He took another step closer until you lifted up a foam filled hand to stop him.

“Just don’t,” you got out, “please leave me alone.”

“Why are you crying?”

“Don’t come in here and act like you don’t know why.”

“But I don’t know w-”

“Don’t make me pull up the photos of you snogging another person. You’ve always been the kind of person who owns up to their faults. Can’t you, at least, admit you cheated on me?”

And with those words, he couldn’t breathe. Your gravity cut out and he was free falling through space. Down, down, down. Further and further lost in a vacuum without any oxygen.

“I-I can explain that. I was drunk and I-”

“I don’t want an excuse.”

He went quiet instantly as your eyes met his. That twinkling that you once had, the light, the sparkle, the joy, all the scintillation was gone. All he was left with was an icy gaze.

It was the one thing about you that he adored. The way you had created steel walls for every boundary you had. You set those boundaries in stone and refused to bend them for anyone. It was something not many people had. With them, you were an unstoppable force.

Your fingers paled around your glass of wine. “If you didn’t want to be with me, you could have told me. You didn’t have to tell me through a Dispatch article. What did I do to deserve that?”

“Nothing,” he whispered, “you didn’t deserve that at all.”

“Are you tired of me? Is there something I’m doing that you don’t like? Have you fallen in love with someone else?” You kept your voice steady despite the ache in your heart. “I deserve an explanation.”

“What?” His face fell. “No! No! No! Of course, there’s nobody else. I was drunk and I was stupid.”

“Seriously? That’s the excuse you’re going with?”

“I-”

“What was it really? Do you know them? Do you love them? I can handle it if you do I-”

“No! I don’t even know who that person is, I swear!” You were ripping his heart in half with that look of yours. “I was really lonely in Japan and I missed you a lot.”

“So that makes it valid for you to snog a stranger?”

“No! I-I-” He sucked in a sharp breath, “there is no excuse. I hurt you in a way that was awful. No matter how much I apologize for it, it’s unforgivable.”

“You’re right, so please get out. I’m going to finish this glass of wine and relax. I’m going to bed after that and packing my things starting tomorrow morning.”

“You can’t be serious, please don’t.” Panic began to flood him. “Please, I’ll do anything. I’m so sorry, but please don't leave. Please, I need you.”

“You should have thought about that before you snogged a stranger. You know what the worst part is? I would have forgiven you if you admitted it the next day. That article came out four days ago! You’ve had, at least, four days to admit you fucked up.”

He stayed quiet because he didn’t have a rebuttal. Part of him was hoping you wouldn’t have seen the article. Maybe you would have believed it was fake or maybe you would have pretended like it never happened, but you were you.

You were stitched together with unwavering strength and self-confidence. You refused to take shit from people and that included your own boyfriend. You knew what you were worth and you knew how you deserved to be treated.

A lump began to obstruct his throat again. If looks could kill, he’d be six feet under. There was no warmth in that look of yours. The familiar light was gone and replaced with dejection.

“Please, I can fix this.”

“You broke my trust and if you think you’re going to be able to patch it with a band-aid of ‘I’m sorry’ then you have another thing coming. How am I ever supposed to believe you won’t do it again? What about the next tour you have or the next vacation? It’ll always be in the back of my mind.”

“Please,” he collapsed to his knees. His fingers reached out to you open and outstretched, but you shrank back into the bubbles. He was hoping you’d allow him to touch you.

Your eyes narrowed at him and your words came out venomous. “Don’t fucking touch me, you cheater.” The words were low and you knew it. Hurt filled his eyes instantly, but you didn’t regret what you said.

“What am I supposed to do without you? I can’t lose you. Give me one more chance to fix it.”

“I told you, back at the beginning of this relationship, that if you cheated on me, I’d be done. I told you it was the lowest thing a romantic partner could do to their significant other. It was inexcusable and unforgivable.”

“I was drunk.”

“And they say drunk actions are sober thoughts. I don’t know who you are anymore. We can’t have a relationship without trust. Nothing you say will make me change my mind. You fucked up and besides a new cheating scandal, this is the consequences of your actions.”

He slouched back on his knees defeated. You shifted back in the bubbles and tipped the wine glass to your lips once more. Waves of lavender embraced him again. The only noise was the sound of your sad music.

Lavender and heartbreak, invigoration and longing, tranquility and turmoil; something the two of you would never forget.

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baurbiediv · 1 year

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PAIRING ➔ toxic!jack harlow x gf!reader

WARNINGS ➔ none

AUTHORS NOTE ➔ listen to needed by brent faiyaz

DISCLAIMER ➔ in no way am i portraying jack’s behavior in this way! it’s just for shits & giggles and heart break!

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“save your breath, don’t even speak on me now.”

“you and your friends ran my to the ground.”

“you left me then so i figured it out.”

“save your tongue, don’t even give me a call.”

“if i was a bum, you wouldn’t call me at all.”

“i don’t say it enough, i’m getting tired of y’all.”

“you say you’re so happy for me, you’d always know what i would be.”

“where was the love when it was needed?”

you knew better than to keep messing with jack, the first time should’ve been enough. he was having you make yourself look like a fool, all over social media and behind the screen. countless times you’d convinced yourself that one day, you would get up and leave him.

easier said than done though, right?

jack has you constantly making yourself look idiotic. when he told you he was going out to clubs to promote his albums, he was, but that was partly true.

blogs were all over it, posting a copious amount of pictures with girls all over him and in his section. nobody in your life understood why you chose to be with him.

it was evident he wasn’t treating you the way any normal person would treat their significant other. on some nights, you find yourself with tears spilling out of your eyes, jack had constantly ‘promised’ that he’d turn his life around because he ‘truly loved’ you.

a part of you wanted to believe that he was partially telling the truth and that he was being honest. you already knew how this game went though, he tells you he’ll change for you and yet, he turns around and does the exact same thing.

the small led clock read 1:57 am, the faint sound of cars honking and occasional blow of the wind were the only things that were keeping you awake.

you could hear the sound of the front door unlocking. you knew it was jack since he was the only other person to come in at this time of night and he was quite literally the only other person who has another key to the house.

your back faced faced the bedroom door and you closed your eyes to avoid whatever foolishness jack was up to. the bedroom door opened.

jack’s somewhat heavy footsteps could be heard leading up to the bed, you hoped that he’d just go to bed and not fool around. the bed dipped beside you as he now made his presence known, his lips softly pressed against your cheek and made your way down to your neck.

“hi baby, i missed you.” he mumbled, the rasp in his voice obvious. in that moment you thought your heart would probably burst out of your chest, yet you were growing annoyed with him and his actions.

“jack ..” you grumbled while pushing his face away, “i’m not in the mood.” you could hear him smack his lips, and you wanted to smack his entire face off his head. you reached over to the nightstand and turned on the bedside lamp.

who did he think he was, for him to come in during the late hours of the night and think that he’ll get whatever he wanted?

you sat up against the headboard and scoffed, “with that attitude, you can go sleep on the couch.” you told him, the look on his face almost made you want to laugh.

“i’m not sleeping on that damn couch.”

“and you’re sure as hell not sleeping in this bed. find a blanket and a pillow, and lay down on the floor.”

“y/n why are you acting like this.” he questioned like you were the one who did something wrong.

“cause you ain’t shit jack. don’t think i haven’t seen those blogs. i’m not stupid.” you looked at him and suddenly he looked guilty.

just like you wanted him to.

you got up and walked towards the closet which had jack questioning what you were about to do.

“and you don’t even like me, neither do your friends. i’ve heard about the things y’all say about me. and if you claimed you ‘loved’ me, you wouldn’t even let the shit come out of their mouths. jack who do you think i am? some bitch that’ll wait on her hands and knees for you?”

you occasionally dropped his clothes near a window, until you opened it.

“i’ve dealt with your shit for too long jack, i really did and i loved you. but clearly the feeling wasn’t reciprocated.” you faked a frown before you threw the clothes out the window.

jack swore he never reacted faster, he made his way to you and pulled you away from the window and looked out of it, “y/n are you serious!” he tried to restrain from yelling.

the smile on your face was very clear, meaning there was no regret for what you did.

jack left the room quickly and you followed him out to the doorway of the backyard, he grabbed as many clothes as he could, hoping to come back for the rest that he couldn’t grab.

without thinking you locked the door behind him, you watched as he twisted and pulled the knob.

“y/n, i’m not playing with you. open this door!” he yelled but you shook your head.

“have fun sleeping with those other bitches tonight!”

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just a lil sum as i’m coming back from my unannounced writing hiatus, i missed you guys sm

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pommpuriinn · 6 months

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꯳⃘꤫ ⠀ ∩ ⑅ ∩ ˚₊ ͡ ︶. FANSIGNS

synopsis: fansigns are the number one place where you could actually talk and try to connect with the people that have been supporting you, so let’s see some moments during the freefall promotions.

⇢ joohyung always tries her best to make eye contact with all her fansites and pose the way they want her to unless they’re being a little rude and demanding then she won’t pose the way they are demanding her to

⇢ adding on to the eye contact many moas that attend and get to joohyung have said that she gets them flustered with the way she looks at them, so they immediately stumble on what they were planning on saying to her

⇢ “why are you looking away *insert moa’s name*-ie?” joohyung tilts her head to the side, trying to look into their eyes with a cheeky smile on her lips

⇢ the same moa that asked yeonjun to stand up also asked joohyung to see if joohyung was really that tall, which no doubt joohyung was pretty tall

⇢ “wow unnie!” the room erupted in screams much like how yeonjun got when it was his turn

⇢ joohyung really doesn’t expect gifts being given to her during these events, but when moas bring gifts for her she really thankful and always constantly thanks moas

⇢ “really?! For me?” joohyung pointed at herself looking at moa and down at the pompompurin plushie. “Yes! You deserve it. Plus I know how much you love Sanrio and plushies.” The moa handed it over to joohyung

⇢ handbands was such a huge thing to gift to idols and joohyung loves it always making sure to pose to the person that gifted it to her

⇢ moas would even get couple handbands or plushies to gift to joohyung and beomgyu to show their support for the cute couple and they even wish them well in their journey, which warms the two’s hearts

⇢ speaking of the couple of course fans love to roleplay boyfriend and girlfriend scenarios with the members, so beomgyu and joohyung don’t always sit together in these events and when a fan does pop up with this scenario they don’t really feel weird or cringe, plus it’s not like they really believe in what they’re saying in this roleplay scenario

⇢ but when they do sit next to each other for example in one fansign a fan got to beomgyu who was before joohyung and she said “beomgyu why are all these people doing here on our date?” beomgyu’s eyes widen before trying to hide his surprise with a chuckled

⇢ on the other hand joohyung just finished with the moa in front of her and was sitting there waiting for the fan that is with beomgyu to switch, but she heard the comment and just gave beomgyu a side eye

⇢ yes they do talk about it after the events because is it weird and a bit cringy especially when joohyung gets a male fan and they try doing it with her, but she doesn’t entertain it (beomgyu does stare them down shamelessly)

⇢ some wholesome moments during the fansigns is when moas genuinely thank joohyung for everything she has done for them and to not listen to nonsense people say about her because no matter what she will always have moas by her side supporting her for forever and ever

⇢ even seeing foreign moas come all this way just to say ‘ I love you and everything you do’ plus more honesty brings tears to joohyung’s eyes, and many video capture those moments where after having the time with moa she turns around and wipe the upcoming tears

⇢ after everyone getting their turns talking to the members it was time for the members to just talk and pose for pictures with their gifts that moas have gotten them

⇢ joohyung likes to show off her Sanrio plushie collection including custom made one, so she builds her little army on the floor and sits behind it of course the members love messing with her and misplacing her plushies

⇢ “ya! I’ll beat you up punk.” joohyung threatened kai who was getting a little too close to her army making everyone laugh at their encounter

⇢ another time when they had motorcycles helmets and pretend to take them off to give moas a show, meanwhile joohyung actually had on her’s which had cat ear on top and she wasn’t paying attention because she was setting up her army of plushies again, the members playfully scolded her

⇢ a very viral moment is when beomgyu and joohyung took turns giving each other little pigtails

⇢ joohyung loves teasing moas especially when it comes to taehyun muscles, one time taehyun had a sleeveless shirt on and joohyung made her way over to taehyun and started hugging his arm, “I bet you wish you were me right now, huh?” moas whined making joohyung evilly laugh at them

⇢ moas aren’t the only victims of joohyung’s evil teasing, soobin and yeonjun were both sitting on either side of joohyung during the actual signing part of the event and this moa who traveled from the american and only spoke english was talking to joohyung about gaming

⇢ “I want to ask who do you think is the worst at gaming?” they asked, making joohyung think a bit. “I think them two.” she pointed at both soobin and yeonjun

⇢ “what? No, no he’s worst!” soobin quickly tried defending himself with his cute english skills making the two girls laugh. “Ok since you’re cute I’ll say yeonjun is bad.”

#txt 6th member #txt additional member #kpop added member #kpop additional member #txt female member #kpop female addition #kpop female oc #txt female addition

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placeinthisworld · 15 days

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just curious what you mean about your idol becoming what she used to sing about? what do you think has changed? no hate just genuinely curious

i feel like over the years her music has become more jaded, less personable more targeted. she used to sing about her experiences and feelings more generally and therefore held more interest bc of the relatability aspect of her songs. like for all the ogs which i may still listen to she had so much intent in the songwriting. like, as a teenager i never went through a breakup (still haven’t?) so i could never relate to her breakup songs in a traditional way- but the way she would write about her feelings would still feel relatable to me enough to help me through different situations.

i feel like now she writes to complete and album. she knows she can bullshit something quick is she’s motivated enough. it feels like midnights was a first draft- like it was never edited and perfected it was just written, recorded and produced. done.

i also feel like her fanbase has a lot to do with it. i think when folklore was released, she had disappeared from the spotlight long enough for the general public to forget why they were so against her to begin with. i think taylor made her dating life a main highlight in her career (whether that was on purpose is another debate), so when she got with joe and went private for a bit the general public weren’t being plastered w ts/ bf gossip and sightings to annoy them and remind them of her “serial dater” reputation. and when folklore came out it was purely about the album and not the relationship that influenced the album bc it was “fictional,” and people needed something fun to transfix on when the world was unpredictable and scary bc of covid- which is why everyone and their mom became a swiftie overnight. nobody speculated about what song was about who (i mean swifties did ofc but it wasn’t a world wide thing- it was just rocking out to august). the internet definitely shifted during this time and it feels like everyone became chronically online.

long story short: i feel like taylor is using her songwriter and platform as a weapon. she knows her fans are weirdly cult like and notoriously known for being bullies on the internet, and that they’ll buy and believe anything she says. i think everyone will be expecting a folklore- likeness to ttpd but i think it’ll be a cheap way of blowing over her relationship with joe and changing the narrative for rep tv. overall it just feels like all of her songwriter is so personal to her life and her relationships it’s not relatable anymore, her words don’t have the impact they once did. everything feels tailored to her life specifically and it’s more of a show for swifties to make pick up easter eggs for clout on the internet. like she knows what she’s doing with ttpd, we all know.

it’s evident in the way she markets herself, it’s evident in the lack of marketing of her albums. she knows her fans will promote it for her. no lead single, no real description of the album or anything. hundreds of dollars of encouraged preorders for something you don’t even know if you’ll like until you buy it. fucked with umg to try to return it if you don’t. fomo if you missed out on an “exclusive” or “limited” item.

also just the whole miss americana thing she’s ignoring. we all heard her. she said she wanted to be on the right side of history. yet here she is politically silent as always- besides that one time in 2020 when she coincidentally had something to release….

(also unrelated….but like the taylor overexposure is real. i love that she’s interested in doing different things but i wish she would prioritize quality over quantity. it feels like she’s rushing through everything to get to the next one. i just wish she would care more about her art than breaking records and being #1/ talked about constantly. it just feels very….narcissistic? like girlie you’re a billionaire and youre still in your early thirties what are you trying to do??? be the first person to sing on the moon like??? when is it Enough for her?)

#answered #anonymous #anon #like ‘i’ll never change but i’ll never stay the same either’ bullshit just bullshit #you changed as soon as you realized how to have your cake and eat it too girlie

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one of them - prologue

a/n: welcome to "one of them", i hope you love this story as much as i do. leave notes and submit asks with your opinions!! love you all!

Prologue

heartbreak. it fucking sucks, some even say there’s no pain like it. there’s always something that hurts more. Heartbreak from different people is what differentiates the pain from me. From a boyfriend, you’re sad for months, from your father, more like your whole life.

I could beg to be loved, something that felt second nature to me. To want to be loved so deeply is a dream only some can achieve, i don’t think I’ve ever experienced this.

relationships are tricky. I’m on the road most of the year, every year. I’m in a band, with four guys. I’m in the public eye, nothing is private. Not many people want to date a girl that loves her job more than anything.

There however was Ben, Ben Willis. We had dated for 3 years, we met in London when the boys and I had moved there, our relationship was easy but so hard. I looked past red flags and now I realized how stupid I was to let him have me all those years. I would have married him if I hadn’t found out he was cheating on me for the entire 3 years.

I was 18 when we met and started dating, broke up when I was 23, and now at 24, I try my hardest to figure out who I am aside from him. The life we had or the illusion I made up in my head.

Maybe it was me, maybe it was my fault he did what he did. If I wasn’t constantly away, he wouldn’t have to resort to cheating on me. Then again, why didn’t he just break up with me when my lifestyle got too complicated for him?

What if I wasn’t supposed to find someone? What if I wasn’t supposed to find someone like Crystal, or Kay, or Sierra? What if that wasn’t part of my life? Maybe, just maybe, I’m not deserving of the love I give to others.

That’s a thing, right? Some people just end up alone, I define-

“ Lucy”

I shook my head, snapping out of my dreadful thoughts,

“ We gotta board the flight”, said Ash, looking at me while starting to walk away. The year was 2018, we were on our tour 5SOS3, promoting our 3rd studio album, and getting back into the groove of touring.

Once I stood up from the uncomfortable airport seats someone pulled my arm, “ Hey, everything okay? You’ve been really dazed the past few days”, said Calum

“ The whole Ben thing is all”, I said putting my backpack over my shoulder and beginning to walk with him to the door to get our tickets scanned again.

“oh, sorry you have to go through that bullshit. You don’t deserve it Lucy”, he said walking beside me to the actual plane. Once we arrived at the door the flight attendants directed us to our seats. I was in a window seat, in the same row as Luke.

Cal, Ash, and Michael were in either the seats next to Luke and me or in front of us. Andy would be paired up with the last guy who was sitting alone.

I dropped into the window seat, taking a deep breath before pulling my headphones out and beginning to play music. Andy was recording us boarding for the tour diary. We decided to bring him with us because his work was amazing and we wanted to document touring, release week, and overall the experience.

I was trying my best to block everyone out, it felt like that’s all I was doing. They caught on after I said I wasn’t in the mood to have drinks with them and their girlfriends. I loved all the girls so much, I’ve spent most of my life surrounded by these guys, even when they annoyed me most, I wouldn’t trade them for the world.

“Lucy”, I heard someone say. I snapped my head to the right, looking away from the window.

“What’re you listening to?”, asked Andy holding the camera towards me. “ Uh, Somebody Else by The 1975”, I said holding my phone towards him.

“Ouch”, said Luke looking at me with a joking smile. “ Can we watch Netflix on your laptop?”, he asked.

“ Yes, yes we can”, I said buckling my seatbelt, motioning Luke to do the same.

Ladies and gentlemen, please find your seats as we prepare for takeoff

I sat in my seat, pulling out my journal and a pen, I looked out the window and jotted down a thought,

Everyone, please fasten your seat belts we are departing Heathrow Airport for john f. Kennedy airport.

sometimes taking off felt like an escape. for a brief amount of time, everyone’s worries were targeted at the flying plane and not you and every single thought creeping into your mind.

As the plane moved against the taxiway, I gripped the armrest, I hated takeoff, always listening to music to mask my fears.

Ladies and gentlemen once the seatbelt light above you turns off, you may roam the aircraft and use the lavatory

“c’mon we gotta finish new girl”, said Luke moving his backpack from the seat so i could scooch.

“Why don’t you watch without me? here”, I said handing him my laptop.

“Lucy”, he said.

“Just watch Lu”, I said, leaning my head against the window. I sat silently, trying to make him get off my back. The only thing I ever thought about nowadays was my shitty love life,

it was like everyone around me was madly in love, and here I was heartbroken.

Calum was head over heels for his girlfriend Margaret, even though they began dating a month ago. Luke and Sierra had been in love for years now, same for Ash and Kay, and Mike and Crystal.

“Lucy”, said Mike as he turned his body to face me.

I looked from the window and turned my head to face him, undoing my seatbelt

“Yeah?”, I asked

“We were thinking about going to a bar when we land. the girls will be there”, he said very cautiously. I could see the concern in his eyes.

“Kay keeps asking for you”, said Ash.

“yeah, Sierra said she wants to sing karaoke with you. She even called the place to make sure they had it”, said Luke moving to the seat next to me.

“c’mon we miss you”, said calum.

“I’m right here Cal”, i said. Not fully understanding what he meant. But in reality, I knew what he meant, I wasn’t the same, and hadn't been for a while.

“You haven’t been you for a while now. you know it and so do we. come and let loose.”, said Ashton.

I looked back out the window before saying, “Okay”.

“ Alright boys operation Get Lucy Drunk is a go”, said Calum.

“I hate you guys”,i laughed.

“ no you don’t”, said Luke wrapping me in his arms. He’s right, I don’t hate them.

“ you love us”, he said kissing my cheek.

That was true, loved the four boys more than anything in my life. Except they were my brothers.

That’s when he came into the picture, perfect timing.

#matty healy #ross macdonald #adam hann #george daniel #the 1975 #ross macdonald x reader #5sos #calum hood #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #michael clifford

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stargirlie25 · 3 months

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Ok scrolling through acotar tiktok KILLS ME. Its not the og tiktok with cool edits of ships that you prefer its just pure toxic hate.

Like me, you might have noticed there are few and few Gwynriel/elucien content then Elriel content. I don´t believe it is because they dont ship these ships anymore i think its because they are tired.

When i was neutral (about a year ago) on the ships wars, i would CONSTANTLY see Elriels being so confident about their ship and how acosf pointed to an elriel endgame. I had not read acosf by then and when i did+ the bc i didn´t hate elriel i just started to love Gwynriel.

Sometimes sarah likes to put positive factors on a ship, like something beautiful without there having to be a whole theory. Because sarah does not expect her readers to be theorists. She wants them to laugh,cry,giggle,scream. etc. So when she was writing the BC which according to elriels are not important she probably wanted us to look at Gwyn and Azriel and consider her obvious wording and differences between elriel and gwynriel. According to elriels the BC isnt important and does nothing to contribute into plots,but also it introduces Gwyns lightsinger powers? Whatever that is not even my point right now. My point is, at first glance at the BC everybody should be more positive towards Gwynriel. SJM put out a free bonus chapter. Why should something heavy like a characters powers be in there? Its supposed to be a light hearted thing. Im just tired of Elriels saying we are delusional or our ship is a crackship.

I never hated Elriel before. All the anti elriel stuff i have mentioned is everything i was already aware of before ´´hating´´ elain and az together. I was still neutral even with all those negavtives.

Its the fandom that made me turn around and choose Gwynriel. I noticed Gwynriel and Elucien content was much more surrounding pro content for their ship and cute headcanons,cannons,edits,fanarts etc. It rarely EVER mentioned anti Elriel information. Except the elriel content then and now, all revolves around Gwynriel and Elucien. Instead of promoting their ship, they have to tear down our ships and say we are crazy.

It was like: Elriel vs Gwynriel and it said that gwynriel was fanon and elriel was canon. Thats´ just false but i understand i cant change that which i dont mind but why scream about it to my face? I saw people bullying Gwyn and saying she was faking her trauma,lured in hyberns men or was evil for the sake to uplift elriel/elain. I saw people bully emerie too calling her a crippled fake illyrian and how it was stupid for emerie to win the blood rite against her cousin. Or how somehow emerie was a b*tch and does not deserve to be a valkyrie+ nesta and gwyn. I saw people make edits to uplift Elain and hate Gwyn. I witnessed people dismissing Luciens trauma and comparing him to his father. I saw people say he faked the bond to protect tamlin or what not. I saw people make up theories for Clotho saying she was odd because she said she was going to give Gwyn the necklace but probably didnt....

That was my last straw. So yes naturally i did in fact shift to the Gwynriel/elucien side. It was easier. Instead of the bullies i saw cute videos of ´´Azriel and Gwyn singing´´ or ´´Elain and lucien picking flowers´´ it was all just so lighthearted and beautiful.

Although i think the fandom for G/A and E/L decreased because they are tired. Because i was tired too. I did not even want to enter acotar tiktok because i knew we would all be bashed for it. Dont get me wrong i find myself sometimes leaving comments on Elriel videos. Not the ones with a cute edit or fanart the ones the share false information or something i disagree with. I only hope for a civil talk and next thing i know, there is a whole gang of elriels trying to push their narrative on me without listening.

Honestly the ship wars have always existed but before Elucien was the calmer side. Although sadly they got roped into the mess of the G/A vs, A/E wars. WIthout a doubt on every single Elucien video, elriels never miss a step. It would be a cute video like a fanart of them and they will start being like ´´ElAinS So UNComFOrtabLE aROUnd hiM´ like you guys ask us why we ship elucien when mentioning this but its like you dont even want an answer you just want to disagree. We tell you and you flat out ignore it.

As much as i love Gwynriel/Elucien i cant help but miss the days were reading ACOTAR was for all the characters. When it was just to see my favorites like Nesta. When i just desperately wanted to get to the iconic epic scenes.

I know if e/riel was confirmed, Elriels would firstly shove it in Eluciens and gwynriels faces and then maybe celebrate the characters.

I know Gwynriels/eluciens would too and i honestly want to see none of that. Yes i do believe we are getting Gwynriel/Elucien but i would not want to make people feel bad for their ship. They by all means can still love elriel. So many people like feylin,nesris,Aelin x chaol,aelin x dorain, and obviously aelin x sam (my endgame if rowan never existed) dramoine,klaroline,stelena,stiles x malia, Jelly,Bellarke,clexa,Rory x those 4 other guys etc etc.

Main point, Can we all just do better? Yes i am talking about elriels for my sake and lots of others peoples sakes but to everyone PLEASE.

I know that wont work though even if i say it because im only one human hahah

What im going to say is we should tag all our posts to our preferred ship and probably always put anti to the ship we dont like. That way everything is divided and less toxic. Also i will be tagging nothing to do with ship wars because i want everyone to see haha but please be nice!

This is just my experience btw im sure Elriels have has their fair treatment of toxic Gwynriels/Eluciens

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i used to go here a while back even though i wasn’t rlly a proper larrie (complicated lol). at one point i started talking mad shit about them and everyone hated me only for me to come back and see how different people move now. womp womp :/ i genuinely feel like everyone dislikes them a teeny tiny bit, it’s weird to see. back then it was a big deal if you got away with a tad bit of criticism and anyone who was proper bitter was ousted into a small corner of this site where they stayed bitter with their anons. and it was also like 3 people. now im checking random blogs and literally everyone has some shady thing to say. DESERVED tbh. leaving before I say more. sorry if this is annoying or unnecessary. i just wanted to say it 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

I mean… if you’ve been following closer, they have been clearly very hard on larries for a while. Take Harry for example. This past summer he made his life purpose to destroy all things larries used as… something lol blue bandana? Here, X*nder have it. Sweet creature? It’s for Gemma and he said it in front of 90K people which was very humiliating imo. Umbro shirt? Listen, he’ll have it for a pap walk he will have to promote his brand and yall like bluegreen nail polish. And the last one, the one people willingly ignore, he has O*ivia name tattooed on his INNER THIGH. I dont think it gets worse than this lol do I even have to mention the biking sessions to promote a theatre play or…?

Louis has been a dickhead on twitter since he was in the band. Yesterday he was even more of a dickhead than he used to. If he wants to be the third Gallagher brother he should be asking them first. He was unnecessarily rude with everyone and with the chicken parmesan thing he showed to me he doesn’t even read the tweets or whatever issue with reading comprehension he has going on.

The good thing about social media instead of live or interviews is that you can take your time to write down some articulated response and that you happen to choose what you reply to.

He announced he was going to do this thing 24 hours prior, went online and treated everyone with sufficiency. Totally unprovoked. Can you see how prepared this was? That makes it even worse because he is acting like this on purpose and everyone knows it. Like what’s the point of doing that speech on stage everyone gets so emotional for if you go online and bicker with your fans? They’re not taken for granted when they buy your tickets, but when they tweet constantly about you and keep you relevant on social they’re? This tells a lot to me.

The problem is he wants to deny what he created (he mentioned the recipe even for walls promo) but he puts a target on larries’ back as always, because his fans can be unreasonably nasty and the pop world hates larries already they don’t waste a minute to start alienating them, insult them and bully them out of the safe space they have created for themselves. It’s the marketing they have chosen, their propaganda.

It’s weird when accounts with huge following interact with this part of fandom, because they never do it to “protect” them. We’re talking about a loud, mostly queer and young side of his fandom… I wonder what would happen if larries finally decided to turn their backs at them (which I encourage to do). Yes, there still might be a target on them but at least it wouldn’t be like that. I’m pretty out of the fandom, barely talk about them but I still follow some blogs so I know a few things. I’ve realised I’m not comfortable anymore here. I still want to write a few stories because it’s fun and I like the exercise but that’s going to be it.

#it is very deliberate to not mention Palestine and the genocide #and honestly they can get fucked for that #casella di posta numero 32

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obsessivestaringdisorder · 2 years

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New Destiny

pairings: bucky barnes x oc

Word Count: 6346

warnings: female masturbation, talking through orgasm, slow burn romance, omega reader and alpha Bucky, cursing, mentions of virginity, mentions of dub-con

18+, minors DNI

Requests: Open and Welcome

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Presenting is hard. Coming from a family of betas, we all assumed I would be, as well. My brother presented at 15, my mother and sister were both 14, and my father presented at 16. All betas. When I was finally of age to start presenting, I expected the same fate as the others, no knot, no heat, and no strong scent. As a female, my family also assumed that I would present at fourteen. My mother and father had awoken me to my favorite cake and high expectations. Even when I failed to meet those expectations, a lot of good came around that year: my brother had gotten bonded and married to another beta, my sister graduated high school, I started practicing for school affiliated soccer tryouts, and my father got promoted at Stark Industries. Fifteen was the exact same way with a cake and assumptions of my presentation. Again, nothing happened in a sense of who I was and where I stood in society but more good happened in life: My sister dropped out of her second semester of college and moved into her own apartment which drove my parents ballistic, my mother got one step closer to her dream job at a local bakery and started chasing her own goals, and I made the high school varsity soccer team while also acting in the Queens’ Metropolitan High School’s production of “The Effect of Gamma Rays on Man-in-the-Moon Marigolds”.

I always thought that my family was lucky. My father came to every game with his ‘GO KNIGHTS’ t-shirt that he got when he went to QMHS, of course now we just call it ‘the metro’. He never missed anything, for any of us, and never let work be an excuse to skip something. Mother dropped her easy-living, house wife life to follow her passion of baking and started learning how to take over the ropes so she could one day run the bakery herself. She did everything she could to balance that and loving us, with a smile on her face. Karen, my sister who was elegantly named after our late maternal nana, had a free spirit and often struggled to conform to anyone’s beliefs. She inspired me to love with an unconditional heart and taught me that it was okay to cry. Even when she moved out and skipped out on NYU, Karen always called me after a game if she missed it and never failed to listen to me. My older brother and his wife, Konrad and Daisy, were around constantly and helped whenever they weren’t working or in class. Both of them were subtle and relaxed, their lives seemingly perfect with the high school sweetheart bond. My parents often harassed them about pups, but they seem to be more fascinated with saving for a home and not just their studio apartment. Konrad is a whopping seven years older than me, which made him 22 when I was 15. Karen was older but still in the middle at 20. I thought we were a lucky family. Yet, I turned 16 and I still had not presented.

My years went on and I was finally deemed a late bloomer on my 18th birthday, which was a week ago. My parents had begun to freak out about my health care; since I was now an adult without a presentation, I didn't have a doctor to see. New York State is very specific about its health laws when it comes to our presentation. Konrad and Daisy never said it, but they had also started to worry over me. Everyone watches me constantly, as if I’ll present at any moment or die otherwise and it is getting offly depressing. Even Karen’s phone calls and visits have been about a plan of action or if I feel any different. Honestly, I could live without a heat or a knot or a presentation of any kind. I just wish I could be like everyone else; all my friends had presented one by one and many have even bonded to another. In ‘the metro’, I had my little pack of people; we looked out for each other and every single one of them have checked up on me since graduation. I had seen most of them present and begin their different phases of life, which made me feel even more alone at times. We had Dom and Lenna, a bonded alpha/omega pair that I’ve known since middle school. They bonded junior year but we all saw how infatuated the pair had been since they each presented. There was also Zane, Carter, and Jayla. Zane and Jayla were our calm, collected betas and they tended to sit on a fence, typically our peacekeepers. Carter was an omega, a title in which he wore with pride since the day I met him. In fact, he often got teased but never tormented as he refused to let any beta or alpha mock him. In his words, “Any alpha would kill for a night with me over any of them”. I guess that’s true, except when it came to Ally Coolishmen. She was an alpha that held no care in the world, regardless of class. Her presentation was the hardest; Ally had always held a brutish personality and when she presented as an alpha, she turned angry and even unintentionally challenged Dom as the pack alpha. With her scenting Carter often enough and Zane and Jayla as mediators, it all got sorted out in a matter of months. Of course, I had no place in the issue. Dom and Ally were literally at each other’s necks, it was as if I had no natural presence at all. I felt no need to keep peace like a beta, I had no want to bow down and accept one as another half of me like an omega, and I didn’t feel the need to join in like another alpha. As my pack I worried for each of them, but it went no deeper than that. Everyone of those people have come to see me and ask me how I felt, which is always the same answer: empty.

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I woke up today just as normal as I always felt. While I have accepted my fate of nothing, no one else has. Two taps came from my door as it was opened by my father, “Knock, knock. I heard you moving around up here, but isn’t it a bit early for you?” I smiled gently at my father and shook my head, “Not today, I was actually about to walk down to the coffee shop”. He nodded and stayed silent. “Dad, wanna come with me?” I pushed out. My father and I weren’t too close but he was still a joy to talk to. “Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to come to work with me today? We can still walk down to the shop and get breakfast, then just take a cab?” His voice was steady, but his face looked nervous. My father reached to his face and cleaned his glasses; this is what he does when he’s anxious. Something was definitely up. I went to turn down his offer when my gut pulled me to say yes, “Sure, dad.” Dammit. I was supposed to meet Carter for lunch and I had been looking forward to it. Suddenly, I was the one feeling anxious. Maybe this was a bad idea. The smile on my dad’s face soothed me, just a bit. I smiled back, “I’m going to get lunch with Carter at one, so I’ll just meet him somewhere near your work.” His smile got even bigger, “That sounds like a good plan, I’ll even give you some money to bring me something back.” I nodded as he started to back out of my room, “I’ll be ready in like, thirty minutes.” He turned his back to me and threw up a wave before shutting my door behind him.

I chuckled and began to get ready, applying only a light layer of makeup with an outfit already in my head. I pulled out a light colored pair of jeans with tears at the knee and a loose t-shirt, laceless sneakers to follow. Checking myself in the mirror, I catch my focus on my arms. They are toned and defined, yet smaller and lacking any bulk. My legs were the same way, strong but about as thin as pool noodles. I lifted my shirt to look at my stomach; even if half of it is covered by my jeans, I can still see the small scars from where I got caught in barbed wire as a kid. That was one of my favorite memories of Karen. My phone buzzed and I remembered my father was waiting on me downstairs. “I’m ready!” I shouted as I quickly grabbed my bag and phone, making my way to the kitchen. “Konstellation May, I am impressed. That was only twenty minutes.” He was grabbing his keys when he looked over at me and frowned. My father reached farther and handed me my jacket from the rack, “It is only supposed to get to sixty-five today.” I nodded and shrugged it on. I opened the door and waited as he locked the door before following him to the street. My father and I made small talk while we walked; it’s the same topic he’s always asked, if I had thought about playing soccer in college or what my plans for summer looked like. “Dad, I don’t know if I’d be a great college athlete.”

He shook his head, “Konnie, you’ll be amazing in whatever place you land.” Dad threw his arm over my shoulder as we neared a street corner. Today felt different somehow. I smiled at him as we crossed the street, “Thanks, dad. I have been thinking about getting a job for the summer and maybe a gap year. Just until I know what I want to do.” We continued our talk until we got to the coffee hut. My dad turned suddenly, “Hey, you’ve always been good at writing and helping mom with her forms and stuff!” You laughed, “Are you saying I should major in being a secretary?” He smiled again, “No, I mean, Mr. Banner has been looking for an assistant. Maybe you’d like to intern for him this summer and that could help you make some decisions?” He stared at me as I thought about it, “Well, I don’t know, dad. Interning for an avenger seems like a lot of work.” We neared the front of the line and both of us ordered, a lavender breve latte and bacon egg biscuit for me and black coffee with a sausage croissant for dad. He paid and we took our items to go, dad’s hand flying up for a cab, “You never know, Kon Kon. Maybe just take today and see how you feel tonight.” I nodded, mouth full of biscuit. His face looked like a kid on Christmas Day. Dad always loved his job. So, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad getting to spend more time with him.

The drive felt short, but that may have been because dad kept trying to make me laugh and I fell for it every time. I finished up my breakfast but kept the warm latte in my hands, thankful that dad had me put on a jacket. Through metal detectors and clearance checks, a visitor's badge was placed on my chest and I followed my dad to the elevator. Dad scanned his card and hit a button, the elevator moved fast and moved smoothly, though I suspected this since we were in the Stark tower. We hit the top floor and I stepped out after my dad, following his lead and putting my jacket on a hanger. The lab was clean and white, shredded with glass everywhere. I felt like I was going to break something. The lab coat hung around my father’s frame was clean as well, which is surprising since I have seen him eat. I’ll have to remind him to take it off when I bring back lunch. I felt like I was following him around until the elevator made a sound and the door opened. Out came Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, the latter wearing a lab coat with the ‘Stark Industries’ to match the one my dad wore. My eyes followed the two men until they approached my father, speaking only slightly louder when they joined as a group of three. Mr. Stark’s eyes found mine, “I’m sorry, do you belong to me?” A smile cracked from my dad, “No, that one’s my youngest. Dr. Banner and Mr. Stark, meet Konstellation.”

I smiled and stuck out my hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet both of you in person, my father adores you both.” Mr. Stark shook my hand first, “Most people do say that, but call me Tony.” Dr. Banner followed, “Bruce, and your father has been an excellent addition to my staff.” I smiled at my dad as he shrugged away the compliment. Bruce turned to dad, “May I ask, is this daughter that you recommended as an intern?” My father nodded, “Yes, I was just speaking to her about it this morning over breakfast.” I smiled again as Bruce spoke, “And how do you feel about it, Konstellation?” Taking a second to look at my dad, I answered, “Well, I wasn’t sure this morning, but after meeting you both, I’d be happy to apply.” My dad visibly got excited. Tony nodded, “Not needed, you’re hired. If you are half as competent as your father says, welcome aboard.” I matched my fathers energy and gave him a high five. “I agree, but I actually had a request for you.” Both of our attentions turned to Bruce, “Of course.” My dad had a knowing look, “Mr. Banner, that’s not necessary.”

“No dad, what is it Mr. Banner?” He looked down to avoid my fathers stare, “I just want to know more about your presentation.” Damn, I should have let me father protest, “Well, I don’t have one.” Both men looked shocked as my father looked at his shoes. Tony spoke first, “What do you mean, aren’t you 18?” I nodded, “Yes, sir.” Bruce looked at me confused, “And still no presentation? I’ve never heard of that.” I shrugged in response. For me, this was a normal occurrence. People were always shocked when I told them and the frustration on my father’s face was also not new. Bruce nodded, “Well, that’s interesting. I apologize if I made you or your father uncomfortable. I hope you do not reconsider being my intern this summer.” I smiled at him, “No worries, I’m use to it and my father just worries for me.” We exchanged a few more details before both men left and it was time for my lunch plans. My dad handed me a twenty and said he wanted a shawarma sandwich. I’ll never understand the fascination with that place.

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“No. Fucking. Way.” Carter looked at me, mouth full of pizza. I smiled at him, “Yeah, they even asked me to call them ‘Bruce’ and ‘Tony’.” He took a big swallow and looked back at me, “That’s crazy, KonKon. Congrats on being smart enough to do this.” I couldn’t help but sigh, “I’m honestly feeling nervous, I don’t want to disappoint my dad.” Carter rolled his eyes at me and took another bite. I had always struggled with accepting responsibility, I’ve always been a Nervous Nancy. We continued lunch like normal and he followed me to get my father’s order. “The pack is gonna be so excited for you! Like, even I can’t wrap my head around it.” I laughed, “Promise you won’t say anything until I start next week. Let me adjust first.” Carter's eyes went wide, “Uh, I might have already sent a group message about it.” My head spun to him, “Oh Carter! You freaking troll!” I smacked his shoulder with my hand as he tried to jump out of the line of fire. “I’m sorry! I was just so happy for you.” I rolled my eyes as he opened the restaurant door for me.

I went to place the order, “Can I please get a number one with a side of fr-!” I stopped mid-sentence with a blinding cramp in my stomach. Carter put a hand on my back as I doubled over. “Ma’am, are you alright?” The worker asked, looking just worried as Carter, “Kon Kon, what’s wrong?” I took a few deep breaths and stood back up. The cramp was still there but less aggressive, “I’m good. Just got a bad cramp. A side of fries and a diet soda.” The worker nodded and took my money, looking at me warily. Carter and I sat down at a table and waited for food. He smiled at me, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, avoiding eye contact. “Well, it’s just, that huge cramp has happened to me.” He said.

“So?” Carter got closer, so I leaned in too, “That’s how my first heat started.” My eyes went wide, “No, that’s not what is happening to me. No, no, no.” He gave me another sad smile, “Kon Kon. I know you want to belong somewhere; you’ve been through a hard road. What if this is you presenting? Would that be so bad?” I shrugged, “I don’t know.” The worker called for our attention, “Ma’am, here’s your number one.” Carter and I stood up, taking the food and leaving. The walk back to the Stark Tower was long, or at least it felt like it. Carter had bid me good-bye at the restaurant, so I had plenty of time to consider what he said. What if I am presenting? Isn’t this what everyone wants? I got to the building and had to go through security again, even having a security guard open the bag of food and taking the lid off my fathers drink. That seemed unnecessary.

I walked into the lab to see a gathering of people around my father and Bruce, none of them had lab coats but seemed to dress in street clothing. I took a step out of the elevator as it dinged, causing the attention to gather on me. Every Avenger was standing in front of my dad, “Kon Kon, come over here!” I swallowed and trotted over, setting his lunch down. “Everyone, this is Konstellation, Ken’s daughter. She is going to be my intern for the semester.” Bruce motioned to me as he talked. I gave a small wave and smiled, “Hi guys.” The first person stepped up, “Hi! I’m Peter, or Spider-Man, but I prefer Pete.” I shook his hand and gave him a bigger smile, “It’s nice to meet you, Pete.” Everyone introduced themselves from where they stood. The last man stepped up, “James.” I smiled at him, this man clearly screamed alpha even if he seemed to hide behind everyone else. “Konnie, join us for our weekly meeting!” Tony exclaimed, leading the way into a conference room. My dad walked beside me and gave me some notes, “Before I forget, let me tell you something. Almost everyone here is an alpha or Beta; that includes Steve, Bucky, Thor, and Tony. Betas will be Clint, Bruce, Natasha, and Carol. Peter and Wanda are our only omegas. Unless you want to include Pepper.”

I nodded and continued to follow the group. As everyone was sitting, another cramp rocked my body. My body froze as I gasped, having to lean against the door frame. My father turned to me, “Kon Kon, is everything alright?” I tried to breath through it like before, but as soon as one passed, another followed in suit. I gasped again and fell to my knees, holding my stomach. My dad followed me, “Konstellation, what is it?” I couldn’t answer, the breath taken from my lungs. My body is hot and the cramp was blinding, making my eyes close. I could feel my father’s hands on my back and they are burning my skin even more. I know all eyes are me and the scene I am causing, making my embarrassment even more prominent. Bruce’s voice flowed in my ears, “Konstellation, what are you feeling?” I turned my head his way, “Hot, cramps.” It was all I could manage. My eyes opened and I saw Bruce kneeling next to me, but not touching my skin. My father removed his hands from me, “Do think that she is - uh, presenting?” Bruce nodded and realization hit me, I’m going into heat. I finally look at all the eyes in the room, some are horrified and others are filled with pity. Tony was talking into his wrist and three people approached me. Steve Rogers stepped closer, “Konstellation, can we help?” His hand reached out to me and my body screamed out, causing my legs to kick me away. His scent reached my nose and I wanted to gag, he smelt strongly of burning campfire and alpha male. Bruce threw his hand up, “Stop, Steve. She can’t handle an alpha’s scent.” Steve stopped in his tracks and backed up, noticing how I was trying to put distance between us. Pete and Wanda warily stepped closer, almost edging towards me. Wanda smelt of snickerdoodle cookies, full of cinnamon and just sweet. Pete had an aroma of lavender. I felt calmer than when Steve had reached out. “Konnie, can we come closer?” Pete asked, glancing towards Wanda. I nodded, my eyes pleading for their help. My father said they were both omegas, which must be why my body felt more compelled to reach for them. Pete stepped closer and reached out his hand. I wanted to take it, but I was afraid. I didn’t want to be in heat, or be presenting as an omega. I had always wanted a presentation, but an urge to be a beta. I shakily took his hand and Wanda looped her arm under mine, both of them pulling me to my feet. I went to turn when Pete stopped me, “You aren’t gonna want to do that.”

I knew what he was talking about as I moved, the slickness was already pooling between my legs. I grew more hot with their hand on my body, but less aggressive than my fathers. I could see the worry in his face and I wanted to sooth him. Pete and Wanda began to walk me backwards, away from the group with my front to them. My feet couldn’t keep up, but they both began to support me. I heard the elevator ding behind me, “This way, hurry.” I didn’t know the voice, but I could feel the calm wafting towards me. This must be Pepper Potts. When we got to the elevator, I could see the whole team. I tried to smile, but I know it didn’t reach my eyes. Suddenly, I could only meet one persons. James is staring into mine and I felt like I could feel his soul. I whimpered and began to reach out. Alpha, screamed in my mind. The omega in my head fought against what I wanted. “No, don’t.” The same voice called my back and I finally looked away. The blonde next to me smiled sadly. The doors shut and my lungs could breathe again. “Hi, I’m Pepper. We all understand what you are going through, but trust me. You do not want to be with an alpha you don’t know.” The blonde said, Pepper now being confirmed. “Why is this happening to me?” I whispered, looking down on my feet. I felt a hand rub my back, “It’s you nature, Konnie.” Pete said. I hate nature, and I certainly hate secondary genders right now.

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The three omegas laid my down on a bed that wasn’t my own. I know I’m still in the tower but I don’t know where. Pepper rubbed my hair as Wanda tilted water into my mouth. Pete had gone to get me something to change into as my clothes are being ruined by my biology. My skin felt like I was in the Caribbean, burning and sweaty. Even if my body felt like death, I was grateful for the people around me. Omegas were taking care of me, because they knew exactly what I was going through. If I was at home, I would be alone. Pepper smiled at me, “I know this kinda sucks and you are going to be in a lot of pain, but you do not have to be by yourself.” It was as if she could read my mind. I whimpered again as another cramp struck me. I could hear the door opened with a faint conversation, “No, Bucky. You have to go.” I looked up to see Pete in the doorway with his back to me, a duffle in his hand. James towered over him as we made eye contact, his brows furrowed. God, he’s beautiful. My thoughts were invaded by him, his scent filling my senses. He smells like mahogany and teakwood. It was all musk and worry. My slick fell from my thighs as he spoke, “I just want to know if she’s okay.”

His voice was deep and smooth, causing my body to want him even more. I sat up against the voices of Pepper and Wanda. I just needed to look at him more. He stood tall and gorgeous. “Pete, let me see him.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Pete turned to me, a frown on his face, “Konnie, that’s not a good idea. You can’t think straight right now.” I shook my head and pleaded more. James' eyes were on me and I could smell that he wanted to be near me. His head shook, “Konstellation, I won’t come any closer.” He looked back at Pete as I began to cry, tears slipping out of my eyes. Wanda held my arm as I tried to get up, Pepper pleading with me. Pete looked back at him, “Please, Bucky.” James looked back at him, “Just give her this.” Pete took what he offered and closed the door. I cried out, wanting to see him again. Pete walked over to me and set the bed down and I could finally see what James gave him. A leather jacket sat in his hands. I opened the duffle and found the best items: a teddy bear that Karen gave me, shirts from Konrad and Daisy, some bread and kitchen towels that were my moms, and my dad's lab coat he was wearing just earlier. A pair of my own shorts and a band shirt were at the bottom. “I also got some stuff from our rooms; so you can have calming scents.” The items he held out definitely belonged to each of them. There was a pair of leather leggings that were obviously Wanda’s, a science shirt that must be Pete’s, and a work blouse that smells like Pepper. Then, there was James’ jacket. I easily began shifting the clothes around me, nesting in the scents that smelt like my new friends and my family. Wanda and Pepper moved so I could arrange my items. I nestled in, holding the leather jacket in my arms, taking a deep breath of the scent that smelt like an alpha. “We’re going to give you some time to adjust, Konnie. We’ll check on you later, okay?” Wanda asked. I nodded, focusing on the jacket. I heard them exit the room and waited a few more seconds before standing. I slipped on my own clothes and randomly discarded my dirty ones. Hesitantly, I slipped the jacket on before laying back down. Everything still hurt, but the jacket’s scent soothed me. James’ smell lingered on my body and I felt settled for the time being.

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Time slowly passed for me, though it was dark out now. I know I need something, anything at this point. I reached down and felt my own core, rubbing myself to the faint scent on me. I imagined the alpha kissing my lips, my chest, and my core. I needed him to touch me everywhere, my body screamed for him. My first orgasm came on fast. My body screamed for an alpha’s touch versus my own. It was a craving I had never wanted, but that point was mute now. I didn't know how to handle it. However, it seemed that I was going to find out fast. I could smell a familiar scent, one that I happened to be thinking of. I stood on wobbly legs and drug my body to the door, flinging it open with all my willpower. James sat against the wall across from the door and his head shot up when the door opened. I know my scent spread to him, probably enveloping all of his senses like he was doing to mine. He quickly rose to his feet and my hands reached out for him. I tripped over the frame and James caught me, my skin instantly relaxing in his hold. I cried out in relief as he wrapped his arms around me. I looked up to meet his eyes, “What were you doing out here?” Not that I really cared, as long as he was here. “I didn’t want you to be alone.” He said, his voice quiet and soft. My brows furrowed, “So you’ve been sitting out here the whole time?” James nodded, slowly moving me back into the room. I did my best to help, but his touch made my knees weak. He shut the door without a sound and scooped me into a bridal hold.

I wrapped my arms around me, “Please don’t have sex with me. I’ve - uh, never don-.” He interrupted me, “I would never take advantage of you, especially not in your first heat.” James laid me down in the middle of my make-shift nest, crawling in behind me. I pressed my back into his chest and took a deep breath, inhaling his scent uncensored. “Thank you for being here with me.” I spoke. He didn’t respond out loud, but his arm got tighter around me. I reached down and pulled the blanket from the end of the bed over us. I could still feel my heat, but James’ scent made me relax. I know slick was still coming out of my core but I didn’t want to touch myself in front of him. He sighed, “You don’t have to be uncomfortable, I’m just here to support you.” I nodded, throwing all self-control out of the window. My hands instantly pulled my shorts off and proceeded with my shirt, sitting up to do it. I’ve never been naked in front of anyone and my nipples hardened at the idea of James’ being the first. He quickly pulled the blanket up to cover me, as if he was trying to preserve my innocence. I knew I would be grateful later, but for now I was frustrated at him avoiding it. I wanted him to touch me, to look at my body and claim it. I scooted up so my head rested on his shoulder, my neck just inches from his mouth. My core was aching, so I returned my hand to it. Rubbing myself in front of him made me moan out. I felt him turn his head to me, but I couldn’t meet his gaze with my eyes closed.

I was too focused on my own hand until he whispered in my ear, “You are so beautiful, Konstellation.” His tongue touched my neck, licking over my bonding spot. I came on the spot. I rode my orgasm out with my left hand in his hair and another loud moan. I loved what he did to me, never having realized what I was truly missing out on before this moment. Being an omega was my destiny and suddenly I loved it. I loved having an alpha behind me, urging my actions on yet still respecting my boundaries. The haze cleared for a second and I suddenly felt embarrassed by his gaze on me. His hands were above the blanket, avoiding my breast. “Don’t stop, it’ll hurt again. I don’t want you to hurt.” He whispered to me. Sounds erupted from my chest, as if I was purring at his soft words.

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My heat lasted for five days. I spent every moment either sleeping or touching myself to James’ words. He made sure I ate and drank water, going to the bathroom to shower and take care of myself. James never looked at my body, always keeping his eyes on my face. When my heat ended, a knock came from the door. My father opened the door with his classic, “Knock, Knock.” I looked up to see his face read absolute furry, “You mother fucker!” James instantly sat up, as if to move away and my arms shot up to calm my father, “Dad, stop!” The alpha behind me kept the blanket up, hiding my body from my angry father. My father continued to charge towards us, “No, Konstellation! He took advantage of you while you were vulnerable!” I wrapped the blanket around my body and stood up, “No! He didn’t, dad! James didn’t even touch me.” My body stood in between the two. James got up and stood up behind me, “Sir, I would never hurt her.” I could see my father roll his eyes, “The Winter Soldier would hurt anyone he put his hands on and I saw what I saw.” Others soon followed through the door, Steve Rogers leading the group. Pete and Wanda shoved their way to the front, Pete speaking first, “Bucky, what the hell?”

“Let’s all just take a second and listen to them,” Bruce spoke. I felt James move from behind me to stand in front of me, blocking me from the view of others. “Bucky, I think you should leave them to talk.” Steve said. I heard the growl from James, “Not until she can have privacy to get dressed.” It made my heart warm, he was still protecting me. I heard shuffling and when I peaked around, most people were gone with the exception of my father. His face softened and he met my eyes, “Kon Kon, I know it’s scary presenting even if we have differences. I can’t let you get hurt.” I moved out from behind James, who seemed reluctant to let me, “Dad, he didn’t hurt me. James never even touched me and he made sure to never look anywhere but my face. He didn’t want me to be alone through my first heat.” My father looked between the two of us, “Bucky, is this true?” James nodded beside me, “Yes, sir. I know that I’ve done unforgettable things as the Winter Soldier, but he doesn’t exist any more. It’s only me, James.” My dad almost smiled, “Okay, but you better watch it.”

James nodded. My father and him both walked out the door, with a lingering look from James. A smile was on his face. I smiled back and he shut the door behind him. I quickly put clothes on, which seemed to include Konrad's shirt and Wanda’s leather leggings. I slipped on my old socks and hesitantly walked outside the room. I tried to take in everything, which was hard for my eyes to believe. My mom seemed to be scolding my father and James as my siblings watched, Tony and Steve were clearly in heated argument, and everyone else seemed to be indecisive on which conversation to listen in on. I cleared my throat and I was, again, the center of attention. My brother and sister ran for me and almost took me to the ground; Karen had her arms around my neck and Konrad was squeezing my stomach, which must have looked funny since he was almost a foot taller than me. I smiled at their embrace, even if they were suffocating me. “You smell different, Kon Kon.” Karen said as she pulled away, “I don’t know how I feel about it.” Konrad straightened his back and put a hand on my shoulder, “I know. It suits you, all chocolate-y and stuff.” I laughed and pulled them closer to me again, “I can finally smell you guys. Konrad, you smell like rain and Karen, you smell like citrus.” They both laughed and embraced me again, though I winced when Karen brushed my neck. She looked at me and whispered, “Did he bond you?” I shook my head, “No, I’d probably feel better.” Karen chuckled, “Good, mom might actually kill him.” I looked at mom and James, who both smiled. My mom walked closer and I left my siblings to wrap my arms around her. She took a deep breath and pulled back to look at me, “God, Kon Kon. You had us all worried.”

I nodded, “I know, mom. But, go easy on James. He really took care of me.” Mom looked back at me and leaned close to my ear, “You smell like him. It makes me happy you weren’t alone.” I smiled and nodded, a little choked up to respond. Pete and Wanda were next to embrace me. Wanda pulled back, “Are you sure you are okay?” I looked back to James, who smiled, “Yeah, I’m good. A lot better than I expected.” Having all of these people surround me just makes me realize how loved I truly am. Pete and Wanda have barely known me a week and are already taking care of me like another omega. Man, Carter is going to lose his mind. I looked around at the room, filled with people who were worried about me and stayed around. While I never dreamed of being an omega, I know knew that I wouldn't want it any other way. I look forward to see my new destiny.

#original character x bucky barnes #oc x bucky barnes #fanfic #alpha bucky barnes #slow burn #the avengers #marvel fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #marvel smut #omega reader

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Intuition | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: Y/n starts to have a strong intuition that Matt is cheating on her. Despite his denials and attempts to cover it up, Y/n’s gut feeling continues to grow stronger. As she navigates through feelings of betrayal and heartbreak, she channels her emotions into the powerful themes of Lemonade, ultimately finding strength and empowerment in her own journey of self-discovery and healing.

Warning: Cheating! I'M NOT PROMOTING CHEATING! AT ALL. This is fiction, please DON’T CHEAT ON ANYONE!!! Also this will be a lyrical and poems fiction!!

Requested?: Nope!

Author's note: That is my work, Please DON’T COPY MY WORK! This is based on my own life experience. ( Also I love Beyonce, and she helped me through tough times. SO PLEASE DON'T HATE!!)

–You can taste the dishonesty it's written all over your breath as you pass it so cavalier but even that's a test constantly aware of it all my lonely ear pressed against the walls on your world

Y/n had always been the embodiment of love and light. She was the kind of person who believed in second chances and forgiveness. She never thought that her worst nightmare would come true. She had always believed that Matt Sturniolo was the love of her life, her rock, her everything. But one fateful day, everything changed.

– I tried to make a home out of you but doors led to trap doors, a stairway leads to nothing. Unknown woman wanders the hallway at night.

One day, she saw it. Y/n was sitting in the kitchen listening to Pray you Catch Me. She got a message on her phone, video of her boyfriend having fucking another girl. Matt was out of town doing his meetings, he would soon come home to his girlfriend. After a while Matt came home to his girlfriend sitting on the kitchen chair crossing her arms.

“You cheated on me, Matt!” she shouted her voice filled with betrayal and hurt. “I can't believe you would do this to me.”

Matt looked guilty as he tried to explain himself, but Y/n was having none of it. She got up off the chair and stood there looking at Matt with a disappointing look. “I…I can explain.” he stammered with a sad expression. “Please, Y/n, I made a mistake. It was a moment of weakness, and I swear it will never happen again. I love you more than anything, and I can’t bear to lose you.” he pleaded, his voice desperate.

– In the tradition of men in my blood, you come home at 3 a.m and lie to me. The past and future emerge to meet us here.

But Y/n’s heart was shattered into a million pieces, the wounds of betrayal too raw to ignore. “I don't know if I can ever trust you again, Matt, You’ve broken something inside of me that can never be repaired.” she said, her voice filled with sorrow.

Matt reached out to touch her arm, but Y/n jerked away from his touch as if his mere presence disgusted her. “Don’t. Just… don’t.” she whispered, her voice cold and distant. As Y/n walked out the kitchen “Pray you Catch me” was playing in the background as Matt’s and Y/n’s relationship fell apart.

–What luck what a fucking curse.

Y/n sat on her shared bed with Matt, she knew that he loved her. But now she didn't know if it was real or not, or maybe this was all a dream. A dream that would be forgotten when she woke up the next morning.

– Nothing else ever seems to hurt like the smile on your face, when it's only in my memories. It doesn't hit me quite the same. Maybe it's a cause for concern. I'm not at ease Keeping my head to the curb.

Y/n slowly opened her eyes, her head pounding from the tears she had shed the night before. She glanced around the room, expecting to see Matt sleeping beside her, but he was nowhere to be found. Panic set in as she remembered the argument they had the previous evening, the revelation of his betrayal cutting through her like a knife.

As she got out of bed and made her way to the kitchen, Y/n saw a note on the table. It was from Matt, apologizing for his actions and explaining that he had left to give her space to process everything. Despite the hurt and anger she felt, Y/n couldn't help feel a sense of relief of his absence.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n realized that she had the strength within herself to move on from his betrayal. She wasn't defined by Matt’s actions. With Lemonade playing softly in the background, Y/n felt a newfound sense of empowerment as she began to heal from the heartbreak and infidelity.

–Pray you catch me listening, pray you catch me whispering

As the sun rose outside, casting a warm glow over the room. Y/n knew that she would emerge from this stronger than ever before. But it was gonna take some time before she loved herself and forgave Matt for his actions.

– The End.

This is my first-time writing fan fiction, so DON’T HATE PLEASE!! Let me know how I did, and also let me know if I should continue this series!!!!

#beyonce #beyonce lyrics #matt sturniolo

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Hehehehe, listen to the voices aph >:3

Alright so is it okay for me to add some small stuff to my request? (It's stuff I deliberately didn't add out of fear of limiting your creativity with it being too detailed, you can choose to not follow the stuff I say here if you want)

So about Cocolia, we all know she had been listening to the Stellaron and obviously the reader knew of the existence of the stellaron and their hold on the Supreme Guardians (also they know that their adopted mom was the one who made the eternal freeze via Stellaron bc I feel like maybe the guilt for causing it had been eating her alive since she became the supreme guardian, so she told her child when they got older) Bc of this, Cocolia planned to assassinate the reader bc they would realize she had finally fallen to the Stellaron's words and she could actually do this bc no one would know or care about the reader’s disappearance bc so few little people know of their true origin and duty. She could just simply make an excuse about their absence for those who don't know and quiet those who do know with something..?

So the assassination happened and if it weren't for the regenerative capabilities that their species have, the reader really would have definitely died but they didn't (but their trust would). Around that time, with no advisor to watch her, Cocolia enacted the decree to separate the Overworld and the Underworld thing. So using this to their advantage, the reader quickly go to the underworld to hide from Cocolia and stay low until they can make a plan to stop Cocolia. And this is also how the reader got to know the characters in the underworld

About fighting Cocolia that you mentioned, they would definitely join the the trailblazers and Seele to the final battle and I imagine them take control of the Engine of Creation bc like they have been in Jarilo-VI since the antimatter legion first invaded and the Engine of Creation is something that the supreme guardian had made for a much greater purpose for the future, so wouldn't it be fitting that the reader would take control of it and help the battle that way? And besides they used to be part of the hunt and even though they now follow the preservation, some part of them wants to beat the everliving shit that is the Stellaron out of Cocolia.

Also can you imagine their surprise about the debt with the IPC when that time comes? Like they were aware that the IPC might do something now Jarilo-VI has started to reach out with the help of the Nameless (and also their dad was one of those investors..) but WTF why was it so big?! I can definitely see them either having a long debate with Topaz or instantly trusting her due to her connection to the IPC and their dad was part of the IPC but idk..

Also for the Mama Xianyun kid, i think [name] would either have Pyro or Electro vision because (note this is stuff I took from tv tropes bc it's reasonings are something I agree with) For Pyro, Pyro characters have a great singular passion (like Amber's duty as an Outrider, Bennett's love for adventuring, Xiangling's talent for cooking, Klee's love of explosives, etc) They are also associated with personality individualism, representing how their quirks are often seen as weird by many people. For Electro, Electro characters are either outcasts or actively choose to be different. (Like Lisa refuses to be promoted to a higher position, Beidou is a pirate who constantly butts heads with the law, Keqing wants her people to stand on their own two feet instead of being looked after by Archons, Fischl grew up without friends, etc) They are also associated closely with their desire in life, representing how all of them got their powers because of their respective desires shapeing them into the person they are now. Those are my ideas but choose whichever element you want!

So yeah.. welp that’s it for now, hope you have a good day/night’

- 🐱 Anon

YOU!!!!!

your requests always FUCK, i LOVE your ideas, i am KISSING YOU ON THE FOREHEAD (IF YOU CONSENT TO THAT)!!!!!!!! i am going to write SUCH A FIC ABOUT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!

i think alisa would have felt guilty--she was just trying to protect the planet. she didn't know better. she just... did what she could at the time, and the only thing she could do to fend off the destruction was one-up the legion with whatever resources she had. unfortunately, "resources" would mean the stellaron. and i think, near the end of her life, she would tell them the truth and express her sorrow for what she had done. [name], as a a xianzhou native, would only be STARTING their long life by the time she was dying; they'd be like, 60 or 70 but still look like a kid. and she would feel as if she shouldn't dump all this on them, but... well. she also knows that [name] is not like her. and they're probably just as mature as she is, if not moreso. but she knows that she cannot lie to them. she knows that the stellaron is shitty news. and, maybe... maybe she knows it will cause further calamity in the future, the future that they will be alive for. so, she cannot lie. she does not want one of her beloved children--because even if they aren't hers by blood, they are hers, and they will always be hers--to feel lied to or betrayed.

onto cocolia's fucking assassination attempt (which btw i LOVE this idea. i think cocolia wouldn't quite understand what they are, since jarilo-vi would have been cut off from the rest of the universe for hundreds of years atp; she would not understand how hard it is to kill what the abundance created--hell, she wouldn't even know where their immortality came from. she would just know that they knew too much and needed to be eliminated):

she knocks them out cold somehow, believing that she has killed them, and dumps their body out in the eternal freeze where no-one would dare to look for them. except... they aren't dead, and when they wake up, they're furious. so much so that they have to remind themselves to calm down, lest their mara flare up, which is what would ACTUALLY "kill" them.

and they're just... beyond heartbroken to find out what she has done. so, they slip underground. the above world does not need them. cocolia does not need them (they would get along SO well with serval after this shit fr. i imagine they got along with her very well before too, but now they and serval have a more intimate understanding of one another).

OHHH YEAH THE ENGINE OF CREATION WOULD SO JUST...... BEND TO THEIR WILL SO EASILY. I WHOLEHEARTEDLY THINK THEY WOULD KNOW HOW TO CONTROL IT SO WELL. they've been on jarilo-vi for so long atp, they probably know the planet far better than cocolia herself.

their path alignment has long since changed to preservation, but the hunt still burns deep within their blood. and in that moment? they are hunting her ass down. fuck preservation. they murmur a quick prayer to the aeon lan, and return to their roots.

they know it isn't completely her fault, but...

it's hard not to be pissed.

sooo many thoughts about this concept 🐱 anon......... *head in hands* the VOICESSSSSSS. i love this so much, please feel free to send any additions. you are not limiting my creativity, you are perpetuating it HAHA <3

OH PYRO WOULD BE SO CUTE give the chaos child fire, what could go wrong? /lh but really... i think there would be something very endearing about the contrast between them, their big sisters, and yaoyao. they, who wield pyro. their sisters, who wield cryo. yaoyao, who wields dendro. those elements don't mix well with pyro, but somehow, [name] fits perfectly together with these people. different sides of the same coin. pyro [name]......

#aphelion replies: 🐱 anon 🌸#sorry everyone i am gatekeeping the details of 🐱 anon's initial request 🤭#/J /LH #i'll see if i post the context soon so you all can understand wtf we are talking about!

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