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theloveoftoms · 2 years

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The Proposal - Rooster x reader

Summary: Your boyfriend rooster has plans to propose, and the day of, you decide to do a crazy stunt and end up loosing connection with the tower, leaving rooster worried for your whereabouts. Will rooster's proposal go as planned?

Request: (summarized) from the wonderful @tinfoilhat2719 "hey! could you write something where the reader and rooster are dating and he plans to propose. the reader is a pilot and one day decided to do a crazy stunt in the air, and of course rooster gets worried. when she lands...." (you will see;))

A/N: Well, I watched top gun: maverick again yesterday, and when I say I sobbed, I SOBBED. I got this request a couple days ago, and i've been busy working away at it since - sorry it took so song, i've been so busy these last few days with prep for visiting my uni this weekend (with me luck lol). I am in-love with rooster now, so enjoy this story that is chaotic but fun :) also, i'm not a professional pilot, so enjoy me trying to describe this flight maneuver lol. I LOVE YOU ALL xoxo - Mackenzie :) (ps, the readers call sign is "Shadow").

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"You got a ring and everything?" maverick asked, looking at a small blue box in the palm of roosters hand, "when the hell did you get so grown up?"

rooster flashed him a quick grin and then opened the box to show him the faded gold band, with a sparkling diamond in the centre and two smaller ones on either side. the ring was gorgeous and classy in an old fashioned type of way, and that was the perfect thing for his girlfriend, or should we say, soon to be fiancé??

As rooster slipped the box back into the pocket of his jeans, the air between him and maverick fell silent. "Do you have any advice on this sort of thing?" he asked maverick, who's definition of commitment was a three month long fling involving motorcycle rides, steamy kisses (and rounds of forceful sex) , and singing along to the songs on the radio.

"Rooster," he said, putting a hand on the young pilots shoulder, "I'm not the best at this kind-of stuff." Rooster looked away, unsure of why he asked anyways. Maverick noticed and spoke up, "Look at me, it took me thirty years to finally realize that penny was all I had ever wanted in life. And we both know you're way smarter than that."

Roosters lips curled up sideways into a smirk, "You got that right pop."

Any time someone - particularly one of his students, - would refer to maverick as 'pop' or 'old man' they would get a light slap on the shoulder, and maverick would put on a show about how he hated being referred to as a senior. But whenever rooster call him that, his heart (yes, maverick has a heart) would swell a tiny bit just to know that Bradley thought of him as a father figure. And hell, he was here right now asking him for advice on his proposal.

"You're a great guy Bradley," maverick begun, "and y/n's a great girl. the two of you make quite the pair!"

Rooster grinned, fumbling the wallet sized photo of y/n that he kept in his flight suit pocket. It was a photo of you on the beach, yes, that beach. The one beach in Italy that was a favourite spot of yours, where you would spend hours walking the sand and swimming in the sea with your lover. The portrait was of you in an airy white linen shirt, a pair of shorts, and your sun-kissed hair was messily kept beneath one of Bradley's baseball caps. A smile, glowing brightly on your face. The sort of smile that came after a bought of laughter; the sort of smile in which your eyes turned up, and your nose was crinkled. The sort of smile that was only found on your face whenever rooster was near.

"I wish I had more experience in this type of thing," maverick said, pinching the bridge of his nose, "but man, when you have it, you have it."

"And hey," maverick said patting rooster on the back, "You'll be a great husband. Anyone who has you in their life is lucky, because rooster, you are one of the best people I know."

...

"Are you going up today?" phoenix asked, tucking one final bobby pin in her dark hair.

"Yeah," you said, "I'm thinking about trying out a new maneuver."

Phoenix, one of the only other female pilots on base, and your wild roommate, always was keen on hearing about your latest plans to spice things up in the sky. "Really?" she asked, eyes bright, "I want to hear all about it!"

So, on your afternoon walk to the flight depot, you told phoenix everything. Every gruelling detail, and little insignificant note was spilled, and phoenix was glad to hear it. "That is so badass," she said after you told her about your plans, "I haven't even tried the cobra yet!"

You tucked a loose strand of hair back into your bun and grinned, "Hey," you said, smirking, "I can be your wingman anytime."

Phoenix laughed, having picked up on the saying that was often bounced around Captain Mitchell and Admiral Kazanzky, some inside joke of theirs from their old days at top gun??

"If I did that with bob in the back, he would never forgive me," phoenix said, putting on her favourite pair of aviators, "I love him to death, but he is so work driven that sometimes he forgets to have fun."

You were glad that you flew solo, just you and your f-18 up in the sky. It also worked whenever you wanted to try something new, because with a bask seater, you have someone else to think about as opposed to just yourself and your jet.

"Be safe up there Shadow," phoenix said, giving you, her friend and flat-mate a squeeze on the shoulder, "I wanna see you for drinks later tonight."

You grinned, "Count me in."

...

At the flight depot, you saw your boyfriend rooster standing there, all suited up in his flight gear which was identical to yours. "Hi," you said, walking over, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Hey," he said, putting his arm around you, grinning at your sight, "Going up soon?" he asked.

You nodded, taking your aviators from the pocket of your t-shirt and putting them properly on, "I'm doing the flight by point Loma today, then the circle loop around generals bay."

Rooster nodded, "I was out early this morning, so its just a fun afternoon of paperwork for me," he smirked.

"I'm thinking about trying a new maneuver," you said brightly.

Rooster shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, "God," he sighed, rolling his eyes as he laughed, "You and your crazy stunts. Your just like maverick!"

You laughed, "well, he was one of my first instructors!"

The clock on the wall read 5:35, it was time to get going, after all, you had booked the 5:45 flight slot.

"I gotta go babe," you said, squeezing roosters shoulder, "Listen for me on the radio if you'd like. It might make your paperwork more interesting!"

Rooster always listened to the radio when you were up in the air. Even before the two of you begun dating, rooster always listened to the radios, back at top gun, even back in flight school where the two of you had first met.

One day in the cafeteria when you were trying to buy a protein bar from the vending machine, the machine wouldn't take your quarters, and lucky for you, rooster was behind you and offered his one dollar bills instead. He got you the snack and instead of taking your change like you had insisted, he opted to hear about the cobra maneuver - which you had just tried the day before, and nearly succeeded - instead.

The two of you became friends and one night at the bar, a drunken almost-kiss lead for unfamiliar feelings for the both of you, which you were forced to face the next day in class when you were assigned a task together.

"About last night," rooster had said, stopping in the corridor outside the classroom, "I'm not sure how you felt about that, but um," he paused, unsure of what to say next.

But then you and your smart mouth interjected, "I like you too rooster."

The two of you had laughed and then arranged a date, and since then, the two of you - despite the jobs taking place an oceans away- have remained close and very much in love.

"Just, be safe up there," rooster said, kissing your temple, "alright?"

You gave him a nod, "You got it lieutenant Bradshaw!"

After doing all of the necessary and required pre-flight checks, the sound of your f-18 roaring to life was like music to your ears. Although, it was a rather gruff sound, that at times could be quite gruelling to listen to due to the power of the dual engines, but it served as a reminder of how hard you had worked to find your place as a naval aviator. Another reminder, one that made you incredibly pleased, was the sticker bearing your name "y/n "Shadow" y/l/n" beneath the canopy that you grinned at each time you stepped into your aircraft.

It wasn't always the easiest thing being a female in a male-dominated career, but your name on this lustrous aircraft proved it was all worth it, now if only the pricks who thought that you didn't belong could agree. The hurtful truth is that no matter how far you got in the navy, there would always be one person with a snide remark for you, always one who would choose to loathe you based on your gender, always one who would go out of their way to make you feel as if you didn't belong. It was hard at first, but after you got a feel for who supported you, and wanted you to succeed, work was more enjoyable than it had been before.

A woman's voice from the tower filled your ears; those four little words that made your heart swell, "All go for takeoff." And with a big groan of force courtesy of the throttle, you were barreling fast and hard down the runway, and before you knew it, you were up in sky, pulling 3g's right off the get go.

The gravitational force sent you back into your seat, a feeling that excited you although you were used to by now. You remembered at first, when you were learning how to fly, the feeling that would accompany takeoff. The feeling that your eyes were going to fall back into your head, and that your legs were being pushed away behind you. The coat of sweat and the tremors that would accompany the first pull into the sky. From time to time, you still found yourself getting nervous, but the more that you thought about being up in the sky, the less the impending thoughts seemed to bother you.

The sky seemed especially blue today, and the clouds were few but gorgeous. "On your six Shadow," Payback said through the microphone, singling that he was behind you as expected.

Usually, when you were just going up for a flight, the commander would send another jet, just to have two eyes and ears checking out the sky. You weren't looking for anything in particular but instead just practicing and maintaining your flight techniques. Today, your wingman was Payback, and his wso, Fanboy.

"Copy payback," you said, turning in your seat, glancing back at the fellow f-18 behind you.

"On the way back, theres something I want to try," you said, grinning.

In the other jet, coyote was shaking his head and payback was smirking, "Another one of your stunts shadow?" he asked lightly.

"Affirmative," you replied, now soaring over point Loma.

"Hey," payback begun, "at least its us and not Yale and Juno flying with you today. They hate that sort of stuff."

"Not us though," payback said, giving you his support, "we love the show!"

"why are you waiting until the end?" fanboy asked, clipping on his mask into the side of his helmet.

Good question? why am I waiting until the end of the flight to do my trick?

"How about I do it at generals bay?" you asked, "Give the people on the beach a bit of a show?"

Payback laughed, "No one flys like you do Shadow."

Generals bay approached quicker than you had expected, and a glaze of sweat was beginning to coax your brow. You felt the sweat along the back of your neck, the wispy ends of your bun messily tangled in your helmet. God, its hot today.

You made the loop around the point, and on your way back north, payback and fanboy flew up beside you. "The stage is all yours Shadow," payback said, fanboy in the back giving you a hearty thumbs up.

The 'stage' or in this case, the clear clear almost-evening sky, was wide open for you, ready for your stunt.

So, giving the jet just a bit more gas, pulling the throttle back ever so slightly, you climbed higher in the sky, and then once at your satisfied altitude, you tilted the front of your jet to a near vertical descent, the water looking very blue beneath you.

You felt yourself catch on the straps of your seat belt as your altitude began to drop, now it was time for the main attraction.

Plummeting towards the ground, you manoeuvred the jet in a spiral pattern, resembling a corkscrew type of wave, moving the control so the spiral turns would pull even more g's than usual. A wave of thrill rushed over you as you approached the earth, the altitude giving you a play by play, each number being read aloud by the automated voice, "15,000, 14,000, 13,000."

When the automated voice screeched that you were around 7,000 feet, you pulled up, but not in the traditional sense. You levelled off your jet to go at a straight line, but however, you were inverted, still facing the ground, the blood rushing to your head, a feeling you thrived to feel when upside down in a jet. At first it was disorienting, but after your third and fourth time upside down, you get used to it.

"How was that boys?" you asked your wingmen, "Like the inverted flying?"

Payback hollered into the radio and fanboy laughed. "There's no one who flys like you y/n," said fanboy.

"Well, maybe except mav!" Payback said.

"One last thing," you said, puling the jet up, now you were going sparing into the sky, speeding beside the other f-18, making payback grip the controls just a bit firmer than he had before.

"What the hell!" Fanboy shouted, but you could tell he wasn't mad, due to his laughter.

You brought the jet just a bit higher and then did a sort of loop in the sky, one that was quick in speed with high velocity. As you completed the loop, going upside down, facing the ocean for the third time today you felt a rush of adrenaline pump through your veins.

As you were finishing off the the loop, a light began to flash on the dashboard at a rapid pace, "left engine." Then a god awful noise, that started off as a murmur, but grew into something loud and rumbling came from the back of the plane. "Payback," you said clearly through the radio, "There's something wrong with one of the engines!"

And just as you were levelling off, the radio made a loud shrill and then a crackling pop, and radio silence filled your helmet. You tired turning it back on, playing with the main radio in the jet, but it was no use, the light for the radio was dead.

"Fuck," you said aloud, the sweat coming hot and fast, making a glossy film over your skin, "I've gotta get back."

Noticing the check-engine light for the left side was flashing more rapidly now, you did what you were taught, and attempted to re-generate it, in hopes of it turning back on. At first, there was some hope, and that same gurgling sound from the back of the jet, but then a cloud of smoke was released into the sky, and you knew that your left engine would likely not turn back on.

Without dual engines, it was rather difficult to keep up with payback and fanboy, who were now long ahead. Even as you followed them from behind, you found it difficult to keep an eye on them as they barrelled along the pattern.

You tried another switch on the dashboard to try to get the radio back on, and for a second it worked, and you were able to scream out, "Request to land immediately, mayday, mayday," but with the static cutting in and out, it was hard to tell what the people in the tower could hear. As you tried again, flipping the switch, the lights on the dash all went dim, something was seriously wrong with your jet.

"No, no, no, no, no," you repeated to yourself as you tried any switch that would flip.

Back at the base, after hearing the stunt play out through the radio, rooster had attracted quite the crowd in the office room. A terrible feeling filled his head, and his heart was pounding once he heard the radio fall silent on your behalf. "y/n!" he said, grabbing the small box in-between both hands, and then he took off into the flight depot, to go find a commander.

On his way there, he ran into maverick, who was alarmed to see him pass by in such an alarmed state. "Rooster?" he asked, seeing him run by in a blur, "What's going on?"

Rooster stopped hastily, looking at the captain with wide, scattered eyes that couldn't seem to focus on anything in particular. Beads of sweat on his forehead, and that same nervous look on his face that presented itself every so often when rooster was particularly stressed or anxious.

Maverick recalled when Bradley was young, that same look - the one with the slightly raised brow and tucked lips, and trembling eyes that always seemed to drift from surface to surface - that usually seemed to present itself before a major baseball game or right before a math test that he hadn't studied for. Even after all of these years, whenever rooster was distraught, he still looked at him with those same wondering eyes as when he was a child.

"Its y/n!" Bradley said, "She did some stunt and theres a problem with her engine. We've lost all contact with her. No one knows where she is."

"But weren't payback and fanboy up there with her?" he asked.

"Yeah, but last I heard, they were ordered to land immediately," Bradly said, looking around for a commander or admiral, anyone with power who could help with the matter.

Then in the corner, the short greying commander Hinton, was sipping his evening coffee. "Commander Hinton!" Bradley shouted, running over to the old man, maverick following suit.

As Bradley begun to speak, his words coming out all slurred and jumbled, Commander Hinton hushed him, "Lieutenant," he said calmly, but when rooster carried on, telling him things he already knew, Hinton said it more harshly, "Lieutenant!" which made the pilot straighten his posture and take a step back beside maverick.

"All we can do is wait and see if she makes it back," the commander said dryly, leaving maverick to chase after rooster who was already in the process of running towards the airstrip.

...

There it was, the runway, the one you were incredibly glad to see, thankful that you were paying attention during takeoff to remember where you were scheduled to land.

The sky was now glowing in hues of golden orange, a heavenly shade of the tropics that you rarely got the chance to fly in. Usually, after a day of flying, the last thing you wanted to do was land, but tonight, after the flight you've had, you were more than relieved to see the landing strip.

The lights on the tarmac were flashing in a particular sequence, showing you where to go and when to do it. Having no radio connection to the tower made it tricky to land. You mainly were worried about another jet trying to land at the same time as you were, but when you finally touched down and parked in your designated stall, you could finally breathe.

You opened the canopy and descended the steps. Taking your first few steps on the concrete, your legs felt wobbly and unsure as you removed your helmet, setting it below the leg of your aircraft. A sigh escaped your lips, you were finally back down on earth.

From the main building, you could see rooster running out towards you at a rapid pace, his dark hair blowing in the wind, and the gorgeous night time sun reflecting on his skin. God, he's so handsome.

Approaching you, rooster's sprint slowed down to a jog and then later an abrupt halt, gasping for air, looking at you with his foggy eyes, displaying an unreadable emotion.

"What the hell was that?" he gasped in an distraught tone.

Rooster rarely raised his voice, especially at you, what was the matter with him? did something happen while I was up in the sky?

"What do you mean?" you replied firmly, "I landed the jet like normal!"

Rooster grunted, pinching that spot at the base of his neck that always seemed to collect stress, his arms flexing tightly in his black t-shirt. "No, y/n," he spat, "That stunt. What the fuck was that! You disappeared from the radio!"

The force of the moment found its way into your veins, making your chest feel tight and head growing hazy. You rolled your eyes, taking a step towards your boyfriend, "God rooster, I had it all under control."

A stout laugh escaped his lips, "Did you?" he hissed.

"Yes Bradley, I did!" you replied harshly, "I value my plane very much, and I took every precaution necessary to land safely!"

"You and your stunts," rooster said hotly, shaking his head, "You're so reckless, do you know that?!" Now he was staring at you, intensely, urgently, his eyes were pressed to yours.

You nodded, stepping forward's rooster, "Yeah, I do! But I don't know why you're so mad at me?"

Rooster stepped back, letting a breath escape his lips, his face red and blotchy from anger, "Fuck y/n," he said angrily, "You could have fucking died up there!"

"But I didn't. I didn't die, and I'm right here on the landing strip fighting with you."

"God shadow," rooster said, calling you by your call sign, still fuming, although now more relaxed, "What the hell would have happened if we were married? Your decisions could have killed you."

married? hold on a minute, what did he just say?

"Married?!" you shouted, arms flailing in the air, "What the hell are you talking about rooster?"

Arms shaking, rooster shoved his hand into the pocket of his dark green trousers and pulled out a small blue box - a ring box. He opened it, flipping the top up with his opposite hand, showing it to you, "This, y/n!" he shouted, showing you the gold ring he had picked out last month, "I was going to propose tonight!" he said urgently.

You looked at rooster with quiet eyes, not making a sound, your mouth falling open from the shock of it all. did rooster just say that he was going to propose?

Your eyes scattered down to the ring box, how it was held gently in roosters strong hands. "Rooster," you said gently, "You were going to ask me to marry you?"

Rooster nodded, closing the box, "Yeah. I had it all planned out. We were going to walk down to the beach and just as the sun was about to set, maverick was going to do a fly-by in his p-51, and," he paused shutting his eyes, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that stuff to you. God, I've just been so fucking nervous lately."

You took a step forward, taking one of roosters hands gently in yours, "Rooster," you spoke, voice trembling, "I'm sorry for what I said."

He shook his head, "don't be, I overreacted. I shouldn't have said what I did."

"No," you said, "I should be more careful, and I'm glad you care enough to tell me that. I did over-do it tonight."

"This whole thing was a disaster," Bradley said, looking down at the box.

"You really meant what you said?" you asked, "You wanted to marry me?"

Rooster looked up, meeting your eyes, "I want to marry you y/n."

He held your hands in his, "I want to know what its like to wake up with you beside me every day of my life. I want to spend all of my time with you y/n, because I love you, every part of you, even your reckless stunts!"

"You're the most important person to me, and I don't want to loose you," he said, eyes misty, looking at you, only you.

If rooster wouldn't have brought his hand up to the side of your cheek to wipe the tears streaming down your face, you wouldn't have realized that you were crying. God, you of all people, didn't think you would be capable of crying at your own proposal.

"What are you saying rooster?" you asked, smiling gently, already sure you knew what he was going to say next.

"I'm asking, shadow," Bradley said, grinning, "Will you marry me?"

As another fat tear rolled down your cheek, a smile spread across your face. You nodded, throwing your arms around Bradley, "Yes. I would love to marry you!"

It felt so good to have your boyfriend's, fiancé's arms around you, his hands on your back holding you tightly towards his body. You were consumed by his scent, the way it filled your head and suddenly brought you home. You loved the way strong arms were holding you, and the way he smiled into your hair. "I love you," he whispered into your ear.

"I love you too," you repeated, your tears getting sopped up in rooster's tee-shirt.

You looked to rooster with eyes of salt, and brought your lips up to his. And there the two of you stood on the tarmac, kissing. The kiss was long and slow and made electricity buzz through your veins in a sweet low tone. No matter how many times he had kissed you, each time it felt new and entrancing.

When you broke the kiss, Bradley brought back out the ring box, concentrating with tears in his eyes, as he took the gold band out of the tan cushion it was held in. You held out your your hand, wriggling your wedding finger as rooster shakily slid the band up and over your knuckle. It was a perfect fit, it was made exactly for you.

You held your hand closer to your face and looked at the ring. The diamond shone brightly in the evening sun, and it looked gorgeous on your hand, nearly too beautiful to belong to a fighter pilot!

You grinned brightly at rooster, looking up from the ring, "I can't believe we're engaged," you said, looking around, the moment finally setting in, "Oh my god! we're engaged!" you screamed.

Bradley grinned, picking you up in his arms, which earned a squeal from you, "Bradley! Put me down!" you laughed to your fiancé who was carrying you towards the flight depot, one arm supporting your back, the other beneath your legs. As Bradley waded forward, the two of you couldn't stop grinning and gazing at one another.

Under one of the canopies where rooster had carried you to, all of your friends (that were pilots and wso's) were there, clapping and cheering for you.

Rooster set you down, and then put his arms around you, brining you into a hug from behind. "Everyone," he said to the other pilots and crew, gathering their attention, "We have something exciting to tell you!"

You grinned, looking up at Bradley, who'e eyes were beaming, "I think they already know rooster!"

"You guys are getting married!" phoenix said excitedly, bring you in for an an embrace, her arms wrapping tightly around your torso.

"We saw the whole thing go down on the tarmac," bob said, giving rooster a pat on the shoulder, "Congratulations!"

Just as you were showing your colleagues the gorgeous band that rooster had picked out especially for you, there was a loud noise in the sky. You looked up, it was a jet!

Up in the sky, one of the f-18's was doing a fly-by, soaring loudly and quickly over the depot. You looked to rooster and exchanged a glance, "Maverick," you agreed.

I guess part of rooster's plan did go as expected, it was during the hours of sunset, and maverick flew overhead, although it wasn't his stunning p-51 and just an ordinary f-18, the moment was perfect, and you were one step closer to spending the rest of your life with the most important and wonderful person, rooster, the love of your life.

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allylikethecat · 3 months

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January OTP Prompts

Literally had crawled into bed to go to sleep when I realized I forgot about todays prompt. Then I had to get up and get my laptop back out and write it. But we did it! Here she is. Prepare to be underwhelmed (I was so focused on finishing up the Ducklings chapter that this totally slipped my mind!)

22. Walking through the park

“I love you,” said Matty, giving George’s hand a squeeze as they made their way through the park. He felt like he was living out some kind of romance movie montage, holding hands with his partner, the sun shining down on them as the flowers began to bloom around him. He took a sip of the coffee he held in the hand not intertwined with George’s and smiled. He never thought that he would be here. He had never even let himself even hope and dream for it, not wanting to be let down, having spent his teenage years desperate for love, but feeling undeserving of it. He didn’t let himself think about the way he sometimes hadn’t even thought he’d make it to twenty eight, let alone thirty five.

“I love you,” said George, putting emphasis on the word and squeezing his hand back, flashing Matty his own crooked smile. He held tight to Mayhem’s leash, the dog trotting happily beside him before pausing to sniff at a patch of grass. George and Matty stopped as well, letting him sniff to his heart’s content. They weren’t in any kind of rush, they didn’t have anywhere to be. The entire day was just for them to exist, enjoying each other's orbit.

“Your dog is so cute!” said a girl walking towards them, she looked to be somewhere in her late teens and early twenties. Matty couldn’t help but wonder when people that age started looking so young.

“Thanks,” said George, smiling back at her. “He’s a menace.”

“No,” said Matty, unable to help himself. “He’s Mayhem.”

Mayhem looked up at the sound of his name, fixing Matty with his dark gaze. George snorted in amusement at Matty’s bad joke. The girl looked between them, confused.

“His name is Mayhem,” George explained, “and he lives up to it.”

Matty opened his mouth to explain that he was actually named for the Norwegian metal band, but thought better of it, choosing to lean into George’s side instead.

“Can I pet him?” she asked.

George nodded, “yes of course, he’s very friendly, probably too friendly if we’re being honest,” George said with a chuckle. The girl bent down, and gave Mayhem a pat on the top of his head.

“Thank you so much,” she said, giving them both a smile. “Have a great rest of your day!”

“Thank you,” said Matty, “you as well.”

George gave a slight tug on Mayhem’s leash, encouraging him to start walking again as they continued their way across the park. Matty let go of George’s hand to take a few steps to the side and throw away his now empty take away coffee cup, his phone buzzing in his pocket as he did so.

“You two are disgusting,” sent Adam in their group chat and Matty frowned, before clicking on the link he had included and breaking into laughter.

“Hey George,” he said, returning to the path, “that girl knew who we were.”

“What?” George asked and Matty shoved his phone into George’s face, still chuckling. There was a photo, taken from an interesting angle as if the photographer was trying to be discreet, their hands intertwined, Matty’s head resting against George’s shoulder.

@ 75fan99 Just met Matty and George. I managed to play it cool AND they let me pet Mayhem #bestdayever #evenifMattymadeadadjoke

“That was a pretty bad joke,” George said, bumping Matty’s hip with his own.

Matty huffed, “yeah well, you love me anyway.”

George smiled, leaning down to kiss his cheek, “that I do.”

Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21

#allylikethecat #January OTP prompts #prompt fill #prompt fills #matty fic #gatty #keep it kind #this was the closest i have come to saying fuck it and skipping one #but i got it together #and here she is #thank you again for being so lovely about these

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nana1000night · 2 years

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A little request for future(write whenever you want)

Reader gives this to Bucky and asks her to wear it as a dare while the avengers gang is gathered for weekly gathering

Ps-Reader and Bucky are already in an established relationship in this and everyone is alive and healthy and happy…

Love you Nana💖

Have a🍆

a/n: @elle14-blog1 I... changed a little and I’m sorry if I don’t write the whole of them... just wish you could like this.

And Happy Moon Festival!!

"Doll, please...it's too ridiculous. I..."

"No, Buck. A dare is a dare. You know why human have hands?"

"...To pet Alpine and hug you, giving you the pleasures that no one could give it to you."

"What...!? Buck!!"

He huffed while wear a cap with the sign said 'I HAVE A.D.D. A DILICIOUS DICK'

"Poor puppy, I'll make up to you when we back, alright? I gave you the chance but you still lose the paper, scissors, stone. The goddess made her decision, Buck."

He chewed his lips, then his sights on the box which on the corner

"So that means..." His hands ghost around your waist under the shirt, rubbing circle on your belly. Bucky smirk when your body jolted.

"You'll wear the sweater and let me taste your sweet pussy, right honeybee."

He put your earlobe between his lips and sucked it gently. Your body trembling from this seductive invitation.

"And don't worry, I bought the seven colors for them, you could wear them this whole week."

When Tony see the cap on Bucky's head. He just lifted up his glasses

"Wow, are you lost a dare to wear this...wow."

"Tony." Steve gives him a warn stare and holds his smile before Bucky blows up

"Yeah, whatever you say. Just laugh.”

“Don’t be so grumpy to me, it’s not me who made you wear this.”

Bucky growled at Tony, you give each of them a paper bag

“Tomorrow is The Moon Festival, so I bring you a box of mooncakes.”

“You made them yourself?”

“Yes, and I put a small surprise for you, Bucky.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows, he looked more confused when he opened the bag and the iron box.

There’s a photo on the top; Two wolves' pups with a line

—Happy Moon Festival, Papa wolf :D

Bucky snapped his eyes back to you then down your belly. His hands was shaking

“Are, are you...?”

You smiled at him and nodded

"How long?”

“14 weeks.”

The rest of the members stain silence, then everyone looked at you two

“Wait, YOU ARE PREGENT !?"

"Oh shit that’s so awful...and great! Jarvis, find some music is good to the baby. And we are all banned for alcohol FROM NOW ONNNNNNNN!!”

“Yes sir.”

Wanda and Natasha came to your sides, and they all stared at your belly.

“Did you feel any um...I don’t know, uncomfortable?”

“OMG, and it’s twins. I could hear that.”

Bucky perked his ears and murmured

“Twins? I have twin daughters?”

“Nah, it’s too early to say they are daughters, Buck.”

You pat his shoulder; he caught your hands and kissed the wedding band on your finger

Your other hand stroked his hair softly, the hand which was caught guided him to touch your tummy.

“When the next Spring comes, maybe our babies could have the same born month as their father.”

“We’re going to have a new family, Bucky.”

Thor and Loki came to you and their faces are serious

“Can we teach your daughters to become Valkyrja, Sister y/n?”

“Or I could teach them how to use the magic, it’s from Queen Frigga herself.”

Bucky answered before you could say anything, he gritted his teeth to the two gods

“Don’t you dare to think about that.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female chubby reader #1000drabble series

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ancient-cats-unite · 2 years

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Rock and Hang

Moneko hangs out with the Rock Revengers.

Moneko was busy cleaning her lobby. Her stage cats were sleeping on the coffee table. The lobby was silent, even more since Neneko went out. Show buisness was pretty rough, so any downtime would be a blessing.

Moneko honestly couldn't believe it. Who knew singing on a beer box would get her here? She grew to be the Cat Empire's icon after their first Moon takeover. Singing and filling them with determination! Her songs and money got her a comfortable living style.

A knock came at the door. Moneko went to open it. Suddenly, two burly arms spun her into a hug.

"MONEKO!! WHASSUP?"

The lead singer held her up. The Rock Revengers came from the darkness and joined the hug.

"Guys! I thought you wouldn't come!"

Moneko squealed. Her favourite band was here!

The Rock Revengers were in a band called Causin' Effect. After a bad shoot with Sakuranai, they formed an elite friend group over their hatred for him. Fueled by their love of rock music, they washed up Sakuranai and formed the band.

"Guess what? We got STUCK. A bunch of STUPID trash was BLOCKING the road!"

The mortar player put her down with one hand, the other holding a bag. The chestmut came behind.

"A bunch of Sakuranai? In the wild? Bro I need to take a photo!"

Everyone laughed. Moneko didn't get it.

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"I dunno what that's about, but come in! I added some new things!"

"HOUSE TOUR! HOUSE TOUR!"

Everyone came rushing in! Not before neatly putting their boots on the side and hanging their coats. Manners first. The crab walked beside her, the others trailing behind.

"So, what's new?"

"Oh! I renovated my stage! My old stage got rusty.. And I got a suprise!"

"A SURPRISE? SAY WHAT??"

The boys rang out in unison.

"Yeah! I spent a pretty long time on it. I can't tell you cause' that would spoil it!"

"Whatever you got will always be great, strawberry."

The bee patted her on the head.

"Thank you.. this is my lobby!"

The lobby was carefully furnished. The oakwood coffee table and matching sofa were cleaned up. The wallpaper was a light pink and polished world tour photos were framed.

"YO! You fixed up the place real good!"

The chestnut checked out the table, poking the sleeping cats.

"Take a seat guys! I think I ordered pizza!"

The crab sat down on the sofa with the rest of the crew. The mortar played put his bag on the table.

"AWRIGHT!"

The crab pumped his fist up. Moneko sat in a velvet armchair.

"So, what's going on with you guys?"

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//I'm making this a two parter because I'm tired. This was inspired by fraxiommusic's Super Nyahcular Meltdown. Next part will come tommorow. Goodnight!//

#the battle cats #battle cats #tbc #feline fanfics #i thought they would be neat #the revengers are a little rowdy but we love them like that #i refer them as their animal in the folklore #next part has some juicy drama..

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rogeriswater · 2 years

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Don’t Leave Me Now

xiv

This work contains fictionalized versions of real events and people. Most details won’t be accurate to real life.

tags for this chapter: p.o.v changes, beginnings of infidelity

~m.r~

Our tour in America was back on for the first half of November. We were in Los Angeles right now. It was going okay, but we were all getting really worried about Syd. It seemed as he really wasn't into this tour at all. Like he was lost somewhere.

Take tonight for example, we had an appearance on The Pat Boone Show. Syd just stared off into space the whole time we performed, and he wasn't putting much effort into miming. When it came to answering questions, he'd give very terse answers, confusing everybody.

The whole Syd situation aside, I also had a Roger situation. I was doing my absolute best to avoid him when I could. It hurt me every time he would try to talk or interact with me in some manner, and I would just walk away. I saw his face every time I did it. It made me feel guilty. But what else could I do? I was in too deep in this attraction now. The minute I'm alone with Roger, I'm not gonna be able to control myself.

The boys decided to go out drinking tonight at the hotel's bar. With the exception of Syd. Roger (through Rick) told me that he chose to just stay in their room and lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. I decided to stay behind too, my obvious reason being Roger. I promised the boys that I would be checking in on Syd throughout the night.

I was watching some movie on the television. It was muted and I wasn't really paying any attention to it. It mostly due to my talking with Virginia on the phone. "How is it going over there?" She asked me.

"Syd's been really out of it for every performance we've had" I truthfully told Ginny. "He can't even mime or lip-synch properly"

"And you're really worried about him, aren't you?"

"Of course! I mean, I haven't known Syd as long as the boys have but he is my friend, y'know"

"Just give him time, Maggie. He'll get better soon. But other than Syd, how is everything else?"

"I hate lip synching on the television appearances" I admitted. Was it really a "live" performance if we weren't actually playing anything? "And don't get me started on the male hosts eyeing like I'm a piece of meat" I thought back to the way Mr. Boone had been staring at me. It made me feel uncomfortable but I had managed to hide it.

"Don't let them get to you. Besides, if any guy really decided to mess with you, you've got four boys there with you who would be at your side in an instant" Ginny said. I've only really talked about the band maybe once or twice to Virginia. "Now, Ronnie recently showed me a picture of all you guys together"

Oh, that must've been the photo she had taken of us at the airport before we left. It's really a shame that Ronnie couldn't make it this time. "And I must say," Ginny continued. "How did you get so lucky to work with such attractive guys, like honestly?"

I giggled. "They are very attractive yes, but I only see them all as friends" Except for the one you're ignoring because you like him more than you should like a friend.

"Who's the one who had his arm around you?" Ginny asked. "He's a cutie"

"That would be Roger" I couldn't help the smile as I thought about him. I really was being an idiot for ignoring him, wasn't I? It's not his fault I was infatuated by him. Maybe I should go to the hotel bar and talk to him.

"Billy told me you two are ready to have a baby" Virginia said, knocking me out of my thoughts.

"Huh?"

"A baby" Virginia repeated. "You and Billy are trying for a baby. And I tell you, it's about time. I'm ready for a little niece or nephew"

"Yeah, we are" I said. "You know, I was beginning to think that maybe Billy didn't want children at all, but he was the one who suggested we start trying"

"Well, when the time comes you'll be a great mum, and Billy a wonderful dad" I could hear Ginny beaming on the other end. "Bobby is crying. I've got to go make sure he's okay"

"Tell him Auntie Maggie says hi. And say hi to Lee for me too, alright?" Virginia and I said our goodbyes, and then the line went dead. Now that I was truly alone, I decided now was a good time to go check on Syd.

I left the room and went to Roger and Syd's shared room which was next to mine. I knocked first and tried turning the knob, but it was locked. Great, Syd has locked himself in his room, and I don't have a key to get in. I tried knocking again. "Syd, it's Maggie! Are you doing alright?"

I didn't get an answer. I knocked and tried talking to him again. "I'm a little lonely and I would really appreciate some company. Can I come in?" Again, no answer. I sighed, feeling defeated and I made the decision to return to my room. I did contemplate going to the bar to seek out Roger and apologize to him, but I chickened out and decided against it.

~r.w~

Fuck, I was feeling so miserable. I couldn't even find it in me to get drunk. Maybe it was because Syd was deteriorating mentally, or perhaps it was because Maggie hasn't said a whole goddamn word to me during this entire tour. Any time I would try to talk to her, she would turn around and walk away. Had I upset her in someway? I'd apologize to her but I have no fucking clue what I've done.

I was currently sitting at the bar with Nick. "You probably deserve it, whatever you did to our poor Maggie" Nick said.

I glared at him. "I didn't anything to her. I wouldn't do anything to hurt her"

"Then why is she so pissed with you?"

"I have no fucking idea!" She hadn't even been a part of the band for six months even, and I was afraid she was going to leave me. I mean...us. Leave us. "You think she's going to quit?"

"She will if you don't get your act together with her" Nick said. Again, I did nothing wrong. At least, I hope I didn't. Nick pat me on the back. "Look, you should go talk to her and work things out with her, before she decides that this tour is her last one with us"

Nick left me alone presumably to go find Rick. He was right. I should go talk to her. Maggie's my best friend and I don't want her to leave the band because of me. She's an integral part, even if she just provides the vocals for us.

I finished off the rest of the drink that I had. I'm sure Nick and Rick could see me rushing to leave, but I didn't bother to tell them I was leaving. Maggie was important to me in this moment. Not either of them.

Taking the elevator up to our floor seemed to take so long, but it did give me the chance to figure out what I was going to say to Maggie. And as stupid a decision it may be, I was going to come clean to her. Tell her how I feel about her. If she hates me for it and quits, well, at least I'm getting it off my chest.

The elevator dinged as it stopped and the doors opened. I marched to her room. Then, I found myself in front of her door. I raised my fist to knock on her door, but before I could, the door opened and I was face to face Maggie.

"Maggie"

"Roger"

We said each other's names at the same time. Then, we started to laugh about it. "Where are you heading off to, sunshine?" I asked her, once we both had calmed down.

"I was on my way to the bar" Maggie explained. She rubbed her arm. "To go talk to you, actually. What are you doing here?"

"I needed to talk to you, too"

She smiled at me. She finally smiled at me. Yes, during our performances, she would look my way and smile, but those ones seemed force. But, here she was, giving me a genuine smile. "Shall I go first? Or do you want to?"

"You first"

"I was on my way down to apologize to you" She started to explain. "You did absolutely nothing wrong. It's something I did, and I was just taking it out on you for no good reason"

"Well, why take it out on me? Nick and Rick deserve it as much as I do, if not more" She gave me a look. "I was only joking"

"I know, but it still wouldn't make much sense considering I don't have feelings for either of them" She confessed. I looked at her in shock. Had she really just said that? "I have feelings for you Roger, okay? And I know I shouldn't. I thought by ignoring you, those feelings would some how disappear but they didn't. It only made them worse because of how guilty I was feeling and the fact that I was missing you"

"Is that really true, darling?" She looked away from me, almost shamefully. "Please, don't look away from me" I cupped her face and made her look at me again. "Do you truly have feelings for me?"

"Yes" She said quietly. "I can't deny it any more, Roger"

"I feel the same way about you, darling" I admitted to her. "I've been so drawn to you since the moment I met you" I started moving my face closer to hers. "Something about you is so enticing.

I saw her eyes flicker to my lips. She licked her own before looking back at my eyes. "Kiss me"

Our lips met in a passionate kiss. I didn't care about the fact that we were in the hallway, and someone could walk out of their room and catch us in the act. The only thing I cared about right now was the fact that I was finally getting what I wanted. When we pulled away, we had to stare at each other. "You're fucking incredible, you know that?" I told her.

She smiled. "So, are we...?" Maggie trailed off, now playing with my scarf.

I knew what she was asking. "Do you want to be, darling?"

"I'm willing to try this if you are" She wrapped her arms around me and put her head against my chest. "Spend the night with me?"

"Of course I will" I promised her. She looked up at me, smirking at me as she pulled me inside her room.

...

The two of us sat against the headboard on the bed. Maggie leaned against me, her head resting comfortably against my shoulder. There was a movie playing on the television, but it was muted. My arm was wrapped around her waist. The two of us shared a cigarette. Whenever she wanted a drag of it, I held it to her lips for her.

"Can I ask you something, love?" I spoke up. She hummed in response. "The first night we were in America, you kissed me then, but that same night you wouldn't kiss me again? What happened?"

"Oh" Maggie muttered, like she was scared to tell me. "Well, that night Billy told me he was ready to start a family. I guess it brought back my marital bliss. And I made a big deal about it because he was the one telling me he was ready"

"I suppose you want a family, then"

"Well, I mean I thought Billy and I would have one by now. We've been married for seven years" Her voice wavered, like she was unsure of herself.

"But, do you want a baby?"

"Yeah, I've always wanted one" Maggie said. "But maybe now the timing isn't right for me to have one. I mean, I've got you guys now" She obviously referred to the band. "And we've started to tour. I don't think being pregnant and touring is a good idea"

Personally, I thought that Maggie was right about the timing being wrong. How would she focus on our music if she was to become a new mum? Then again, I'm probably saying that because I don't want to see her become pregnant with his kid. It would just be a reminder that she's completely his at the end of day.

"What about you, Roger? Ever think about having kids?" Maggie asked me.

I shrugged, taking a drag of the cigarette. "I'm not too worried about having kids, honestly. Just like I'm not too worried about getting married, either"

She looked up at me. "You're really not gonna marry Judy, huh?"

I chuckled. "That's funny. My mistress encouraging me to marry my girlfriend"

"Calling me your mistress already?"

"Would you prefer lover instead?" I brushed my lips against her ear.

"Mmm, that sounds perfect" She replied. Her head turned to look at me. Her nose bumped against mine. Her hand caressed my face. "I'm gonna change into my nightie, alright?" She kissed me quickly before getting off of me and heading into the bathroom.

~m.r.~

When I got into the bathroom, I closed the door behind me, leaned against it and started giggling like a school girl with a crush. Well, half of that was true. I did have a crush, but I wasn't a school girl. I'm sure Roger heard me but I knew he'd probably be smirking about it.

God, I haven't felt this way in so long. I think last time I actually felt this way was when my relationship with Billy just started. I can't believe it took me this long to agree to be with Roger. My marriage kept me from doing that before, but now I didn't care. Something has felt different about my marriage for months now. With that being said, I still love Billy, and I don't think I could ever leave him.

I undressed and grabbed my nightgown. It was a short, blue baby doll nightgown. White lace trimmed the neckline, straps, and hem of it. It was a bit see through as well, and you could tell that I wasn't wearing a bra or underwear with it. I didn't think Roger would mind though.

When I left the bedroom, I saw that Roger had taken his shirt off. I had to bite my lip to keep the gasp from escaping my mouth. He was so fit. His stomach and chest were nicely toned. His shoulders were broad. And his arms. I've never been so turned on by a man's arms before. His biceps were prominent as were the veins in his forearms.

"You're staring at me, darling" Roger pointed out, a smug smirk drawn across his face.

I blushed at the fact that I got caught. "How can I not? You're gorgeous" Roger watched me intently as I walked over to him. When I was close enough to him, I reached and touched his shoulder. I ran my hand along his shoulder, and against his bicep, taking the time to feel the muscle beneath my palm. Then, I felt up his forearm. I could feel the bulging veins. "You've got sexy arms"

"You like 'em, do you?"

"Very much" You can't talk about this man's confusingly sexy arms, without mentioning those beautiful hands of his. They were so big with long, beautiful fingers. "And you have lovey hands. The way these fingers play the bass, it makes a girl wonder"

Roger bit his lip, eyeing me up and down. He put his hand on my side and rubbed up and down. "This leaves little to the imagination. I can almost see your tits through this" He stopped to fondle my breast.

"Are you really going to sleep with your pants on?" I asked.

"I've got nothing on underneath" He admitted.

Oh. My naughty little eyes glanced downward. I saw the bulge in his pants. If that's how big he looked through his pants, I could only imagine how his cock really looked. I bit my lip and looked back up at him. "Can I see?" I boldly asked.

Roger clicked his tongue. "You're a naughty little minx, aren't you?" He held me closer against him and put his forehead to mine. "Not tonight, darling. I want to take my time with you. I don't want to rush into the sex"

"But isn't that what an affair is? Isn't it just about the sex?"

"But I don't just want sex with you" Roger sounded very serious about that. "I want an emotional connection with you"

"So, does that mean you'd want to take me out on dates and stuff?"

Roger smiled. "I suppose so, but just don't expect big romantic gestures from me. I don't do that shit"

I giggled. "I can live with that" Roger kissed me again. He picked me up and carried me over to the bed. He set me down on my back while he was on top of me.

We went at it like this for a while. Just kissing and touching. He started kissing along my neck. When he was satisfied with all the kisses he gave me, he fell beside me. His arm wrapped around my waist. I turned my head so that I was looking into his beautiful green eyes. He was grinning at me, clearly content with the position we were in.

"I want to be with you for as long as I possibly can" He told me. That was the last thing he said to me before we both drifted off to sleep.

~r.w~

Last night felt like a dream. I mean it had to be, right? Maggie agreed to be with me. But it was real. And I knew that when I opened my eyes to find her sleeping peacefully next to me. I didn't wake her. I just stared at her as I stroked her hair.

Had this been any other girl, I would've just fucked her and kicked her out. I've done it before. I'm not gonna pretend like I've been the most faithful person to Judy. But it wasn't going to be like that with Maggie.

Her eyes eventually opened. She smiled at me. "Morning"

"Morning, darling" I repeated her greeting. And without another word, I leaned in to kiss her. Her hand moved to cup my face and I held onto her waist.

A knock on the door disturbed us. We pulled away. Maggie sighed with disappointment and I was just pissed with whoever had the nerve to knock and disturb us. I got out of bed and went to go answer the door. Andrew looked very confused when he saw me.

"Roger? What are you doing in Maggie's room?" He didn't look too pleased with the fact that I was with her.

"Roger?" Maggie called out. "Who's at the door?"

"It's Andrew" I answered her. Andrew stepped inside while I just went back to go sit on the edge of the bed. I felt the mattress dip behind me as Maggie crawled towards me. Her arms wrapped around me from behind and she kissed my shoulder.

"Is everything okay, Andrew?" Maggie asked our manager.

He looked pissed at the two of us but neither Maggie or I seemed to care. "I thought I made it perfectly clear between the two of you to stay away from each other"

"I don't really see the problem if the two of us decide that we want to fuck" I said.

"Might I remind you both that you are both in relationships, with one of them being a marriage?" Andrew reminded us. He looked at Maggie sternly as he said that. She didn't say anything as he continued. "You two being together might also prove as a distraction for the rest of the band"

I scoffed. "Well it's not any of their fucking business on what Mags and I decide to do, now is it?"

"It will be if it causes tension between everyone" Andrew argued.

"That's not going to happen" Maggie's demeanor was calmer compared to mine. "What? Do you think they'll get jealous of each other because one has me and the other doesn't?"

Andrew sighed in frustration. "We'll discuss this later. I've got to go wake the others up"

"You might have trouble getting Syd out of his room" Maggie warned him. "He locked the door and wouldn't answer when I went knocking"

"Of course" Andrew muttered under his breath. It was clear that he was getting just as frustrated with Syd's recent behavior. "If he continues on like this, I'm gonna have no choice but to send you all home" Andrew turned to leave but gave us one more look. "I don't know what exactly is going on between you two but whatever it is, it ends now, okay?"

Andrew left, leaving the two of us alone again. Maggie rested her head against my back. "I'm really worried about him, you know?" She said, referring to Syd. "There's clearly something deeper going on with him"

"Believe me, I'm worried about him too" I told her. "But if he doesn't want to get help for whatever it is, then that's his choice and we can't do anything about it. Believe me, I tried" I did try taking Syd to a psychiatrist once, but he refused to get out of the car to go in.

Maggie stayed quiet for a moment. "We're not going to end this just because Andrew said so, right?"

"This thing between us barely started yet" I said. "It's our business what we do with each other. It's not the band's business, it's not our manager's business" I turned so that I was facing her. I cupped her face in my hands. "We'll make this work, darling, don't worry" I sealed that promise to her with a kiss.

I don't know how long this was going to last between us but I wanted it to be for as long as possible. And if she decides that she wants to end things, then I'll respect her decision and I won't let it influence my decisions about her during things with the band. The thing is though, would I be willing to let her go so easily if she wanted to leave?

#roger waters #roger waters x ofc #roger waters fanfiction #pink floyd #pink floyd fanfiction #maggie robinson #dlmn #my oc

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abiiors · 2 days

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ok i had a full nights sleep. i am coherent. i am fixing to copy/paste the tweets here for your enjoyment. its a lot.

ok so parx twit had a “trend” on unpopular opinions about the band during the sneaking out of heaven tour (their most recent one) one person said this

“Had to be said. You forgot his over dependence on nyquil and sleep drugs that borderlines abuse, he claims he's straight edge though ✨”

she deleted and posted a noted app apology

“Hey friends, I'm writing this to you, not just as an apology for writing dumb shit on twitter with no thought behind it, but to also share that I do suffer from my own personal addiction to pain medication, and have been since I was 17. Addiction is a real thing, it's a problem and it should be talked about, but not at the expense of others and making baseless assumptions. We all know where false acusations can lead, and it's never a good time. I've been reflecting on my previous inflammatory tweet about Awsten and his use of Nyquil and I want to say that I am truly sorry for my, dumb, offensive and very thoughtless tweet. I didn't stop to think before I wrote something so dumb and hurtful and I'm sorry for that. I'm not perfect, l'm human and I make mistakes. I know I fucked up hard and I'm sorry to anyone that was offended by my words. I can delete a tweet, but I can't take away the fact that I wrote it, and that it's out there causing anger to people, so l'm acknowledging that, and owning my mistakes. I am also very greatful to the people that took the time to educate me on this, I always appreciate any guidance. Moving forward I want to do better, internet etiquette is hard to get right especially when you're in a fandom spanning multiple generations and culture's but l'm definately gonna try harder.”

awsten saw the tweets and now that tour has been over for a while he has responded.

“HEY AND BTW WHEREVER THAT ACORNBRAIN WALMARTMOUTH BREATHING TWITTER DULLED CLOWN IS AT THAT SAID I HAVE A DRUG PROBLEM BC I TAKE ZZZQUIL TO SLEEP IN A BUS ON A THIN ASS MATTRESS, I APPRECIATE UR CONCERN AND I HAVENT HAD ANY SINCE TOUR ENDED, YOU CURED ME OF MY ADDICTION”

“GET COOKED WORMBREATH DUMBASS !!! I HOPE YOURE LIKE 14 BECAUSE IF YOURE OPERATING LIKE THIS AT FULLY GROWN, I FEEL SO SAD FOR YOU HAHA PAINT DRINKER”

he quoted a tweet with this after that.

“THIS AND THEN SELF-RIGHTEOUS PEOPLE SMELLING BLOOD IN THE WATER SWOOP IN TO PAT THEMSELVES ON THE BACK AND ABSOLVE THEM LIKE A PRIEST SAYING "we weren't trying to cancel u we wanted to hold you accountable thank you" LMFAO0000000 I LAUGH EVERY TIME, ITS A FULL CIRCLE OF STUPID”

“it's either a notes app apology or an "i'm taking a break" and they go priv and come back in like two days” ^quoted tweet

he also tweeted a picture of a confessional with “you are… forgiven”

“DUMBEST HILLS HAVE EYES MUTANTS ON HERE WILL BE LIKE “uM personally i think he is so immature and Anyone should be allowed to say Anything and Everything at All Times with no repercussions” SIKE BITCH THIS IS THE REAL WORLD OPEN YOUR EYES”

the person who tweeted what hes talking about is between 32-34 and followed them for a majority of the us tour. they flew in from australia for it. somebody tweeted the photo of the tweet that caused him to say that cropped so the persons @ was cut out and his response to that was

“NO MORE CROPPING NAMES, I DONT GIVE A FUCK, WE SHAME IDIOTS, WE SHAPE THE FUTURE”

“WORLD PEACE

IM OUT”

her response to the paint drinker shit was

“loved waking up to you caling me an idiot, thanks Awsten. This fucked up my mental health something fierce and put me in a really bad place”

“Woke up and burst into tears, thanks Awsten”

and a “Awsten what the fuck”

hold on ill link a few of my favorite tweets from the situation because now what the fuck tweet is a whole fuckin joke.

https://x.com/lowkeyashan/status/1782178428982059407?s=46

https://x.com/aioevera7/status/1782185227428729005?s=46

https://x.com/tantrxmbee/status/1782170160209531077?s=46

-🦞

okay what i'm about to say might be a bad an unpopular take because i only have the context that you've given me in this ask so idk if this user used to be disliked before this, or used to be beloved or super popular or whatever else.

anyway i think awsten is... in the wrong here.

this is not to say that the user who tweeted about his alleged drug addiction is saintly and pure and innocent, that was a fucked up tweet to make regardless of if awsten would have seen and/or responded.

however... if i was a popular celeb with a wholeass fandom i would NEVER say these things publicly like sure i understand being mad that someone is talking to flippantly about drug use and speculating about your drug use online but then to go ahead and call them a bunch of names as well as essentially weaponise your fanbase in a way where they're now making memes about this person, making fun of them etc. i'm glad they're not 14 like he said but he didn't know if they were 14 or not, what if they were super young... what if someone who's barely a teenager had to deal with this not only from someone they adore but also from a whole fandom they considered their own??

anyway... yeah i hope tweetuser is fine and i'm glad there's no addiction here. ooofff that's a messy situation wow 😬

#✉️#🦞 anon

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prozac-shaped-urn · 10 days

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Welp.

The loss of Katie has hit….. Harder than I thought it would.

My dad asked me if I had ever lost a peer and I was like yeah ofc I have I lost Rhiannon and he was like ok I forgot about that.

But like.

Katie isn’t just ~a peer~ to me. She’s never been just ~a peer~ to me. She’s always been Katie Hood. My twin sister best friend soul mate keeper of my secrets until I was 13. We literally slept in the same crib at church. We developed our personalities together. We got to spend our birthdays together. We spent every other weekend at each other’s homes like we were in some kind of divorce settlement. Even me moving 250mi away didn’t stop us from growing our connection.

We bonded so deeply that I felt she had died when we were permanently separated in 2001. I wrote my first short story as a result of that separation/death and it was as depressing as you think it was.

I did reconnect with her about 4 years ago. We sent a handful of DMs and shared photos, but that was the extent of our communication. Everything I know about her family and drug issues I’ve garnered from her FB profile.

We weren’t friends by any definition, but she still holds a special place in my heart. She always has.

I can’t really explain why it hurts except that it just does. It’s like I’m 14 again and so completely and utterly alone that I can’t foresee of any situation where I would feel part of the world or make a new friend. (I literally talked with Sara for over an hour while I drove home yesterday so I consciously know this isn’t the case but my body doesn’t.)

She’s not a peer to me, she’s Katie. She’s KATIE HOOD. That’s like saying Pat Summitt was just a NCAA women’s basketball coach. No! She was THE NCAA women’s basketball coach.

Katie has never not been part of my life. She was there in person from my infant-hood to my early teen years, and she’s been in my heart ever since.

My greatest passions in life have been influenced by her presence and her absence. My writing path started with her. We talked about forming an all-girl band once we were old enough to drive. I was gonna be the drummer and she was gonna be a singer, which meant I had to get really good at drumming very fast so I could be ready to play.

I don’t know how to not think of her on her birthday. I don’t know how to not think of her when I hear certain songs. When I watch Titanic. When I hear trains blowing their horns. When I eat tuna salad. When I hear the name Johnathan. When I see Beanie Babies.

I have a photo of us as 5 year olds in a kiddie pool at my house in Nashville. It’s in a frame along with a photo of my first dog, a photo of me at 4, and a photo of two of my great-grandmothers and my dad’s mom. It’s sitting on my dresser in perfect view.

This is what I’m saying! She’s never not been part of my life. I have photos of her everywhere.

I said goodbye a long time ago, but not by choice. And I never got to say it to her. I never got closure. The only consolation I really have is that I know she had a very rough life and she was in a lot of pain near the end. So for that to all be over is a relief for me. If she’d had an easier path and her life had been cut short, I think I’d be more upset.

I guess I’m sad for myself and for the girl I once knew would never leave me.

#irl post #aaaand the sobbing commences

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floralcyanide · 11 months

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𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝒀𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 ⚡️ 𝑬𝒍𝒗𝒊𝒔 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓!𝑨𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏 𝑩𝒖𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒓

Part Two

Austin Butler x Reader

You have the opportunity to see the dazzling Austin Butler, a world-renown Elvis impersonator, live and in action. You become enthralled with him, becoming an avid fan and attending every convention and tribute concert he attends. Very quickly, you become a favorite in the crowd of Austin's. But will it go any farther than being just a fan? Or will you stay the person in the crowd who always gets a kiss and a scarf? (Will eventually have smut. Takes place in the mid-2000s) (Y/BF/N = Your best friend’s name.)

warnings: none!

word count: 799

author’s note: hellooo welcome to part two! idk how long this fic will be tbh, maybe 5 parts? who knows. sorry this part is so short, I just felt it naturally came to an end where I finished writing. I hope everyone enjoys (:

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To say you’re Austin Butler’s biggest fan is an understatement.

After that first time seeing him, you decided you needed to see him perform again. So you attend a tribute show and have a blast. You had made your way up to the front once more, getting another kiss and another pastel scarf. Soon, you’d have a small collection of scarves- and kisses too. Because after that second show solidifying your new fixation, you swore never to miss another show Austin did. You would ask off work in advance and drag your best friend with you when possible. They had almost as much fun as you, but over time, they got kind of bored with it. Nonetheless, they still supported your obsession.

Your second favorite Elvis era was the ‘68 Comeback Era, and tonight, Austin was doing a show specifically for that. This is your seventh show seeing Austin, and you’re hoping to run into him again, whether it’s literally or metaphorically. You’re in the front again, chatting with some other people your age. You’ve gotten to know other avid showgoers. This time, you’ve brought your digital camera, and you and some of the other big fans are taking photos together. You get their phone numbers and promise to give them copies of the pictures at the next show.

The lights dim, and Austin is announced, causing an eruption of cheers and applause from the crowd. You and the other fans swarm to the very front barricade, reaching out for Austin as he enters the stage.

“How’s everyone doin’ tonight?” he rasps into the microphone, and everyone shouts back a response or whistles.

“Good to hear,” he smiles, “Everyone, please welcome the Blue Moon Boys tribute band!”

A group of men walks onto the stage, one you recognize as you’ve talked to him before one of the shows. His name is Xavier, and he’s a really nice guy. You didn’t know he worked with Austin in any way, but now you wish you had.

The men all wave and take their seats on stage, with Austin joining them. Throughout the entire performance, you’re captivated by Austin and how great he looks in the black leather jumpsuit. Austin soon gets to the center of the stage. He notices you right away, sending you a wink. Some of the older women you’ve gotten close to giggle and pat your shoulder with big smiles, congratulating you on being acknowledged. Your face feels hot, and you wave back at him meekly. The show concludes, much to your dismay. But with every show, you and some fans hang around and talk. You excuse yourself to go to the restroom and walk away from the group. You’re almost there when you nearly bump into a guy exiting the men’s room. He’s got black hair, and he’s wearing a white t-shirt that’s tucked into his jeans. He looks up at you to apologize, and you nearly gasp.

“Isn’t this the second time I’ve bumped into you, sweetheart?”

You look at him, mouth slightly agape, “I think so.”

“Well, I might as well introduce myself then. I’m Austin,” he holds out a hand for you to shake.

“I’m Y/N. It’s wonderful to meet you,” you grin, trying not to freak out.

“I’m sure it is. I’ve noticed you come to every show, and I just wanna say I appreciate it.”

“Oh,” you look down, your cheeks burning, “Sorry if that’s weird.”

“No, it’s not. I love seeing people come out and still enjoy Elvis,” Austin smiles.

“Well, it’d definitely be weird to ask for a photo with you,” you trail off, but Austin’s smile remains on his face.

“Of course! I don’t mind at all, doll.”

You fumble for your camera in your bag, trying your best not to tremble nervously. Austin hails a passerby, asking them to take the photo for you. Austin stands beside you, sliding a hand on your waist. The first photo is a basic one with both of you smiling, and the second one is Austin kissing you on the cheek suddenly. So suddenly that the photo is taken before your smile turns into a look of surprise.

“Thank you,” Austin thanked the person who took the photos and handed back the camera.

“Do you wanna see them?” you ask, going to the gallery.

“Sure,” Austin says, standing directly behind you and hovering over your shoulder.

“Those are nice. You should give me a copy sometime,” he winks.

“Oh, really?” you chuckle nervously, “I can definitely do that. I’m going to your next show, so.”

“Of course. I’ll see you then,” Austin says, walking away, “Don’t forget!”

“I won’t!” you call after him.

“I most definitely won’t,” you whisper to yourself, looking down at the photo of him kissing your cheek.

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musiconanironingboard · 2 years

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6 August 2022: Sixteen Great Performances, Steppenwolf. (1980 MCA reissue of 1975 ABC reissue of 1973 ABC/Dunhill album 16 Greatest Hits)

Dear mercy. Not only am I taking public transportation across town to buy post-Dunhill Steppenwolf albums (see my two previous posts), I go and buy a hits comp. And not just any hits comp, mind you, a reissue of a reissue of a hits comp! Look, when something even this corny is in the bin for $3.99 and it’s in near-mint condition and you’re already buying two other things, if you’re me you just throw it on in. I also envisioned an interesting coda to my year of Steppenwolf in which I could spend December playing this hits album and experiencing songs I’d heard earlier in the year in a brand-new sequence.

In 1973, following the band’s original breakup, their U.S. label Dunhill (owned by ABC) issued a comp called 16 Greatest Hits. There are people whose sole Steppenwolf album is 16 Greatest Hits; one of my friends appears to be such a person. Somewhere along the line, ABC, Dunhill by this time having died off, trotted out a new series of lookalike hits albums called, you guessed it, Sixteen Great Performances. There is a whole slate of artists in this series, and all of the albums have the same cover-art template. For those of you familiar with the 21st century Gold series of CDs or Sony’s The Essential series, this is a long-ago example of the same notion. In this ABC series you have a wild range of people: Pat Boone, The Andrews Sisters, Ike & Tina Turner, and someone called Six Fat Dutchmen. They all have that same mint-green representation of a vinyl record with something in the middle purported to represent the band. For Steppenwolf you get a horrible piece of taxidermy. I guess it was sheer luck that an existing Steppenwolf comp had 16 songs and could easily be slotted into this series. I don’t know what the liner notes are like for the other bands’ albums in the series, nor do I know if these notes appeared on the original 1973 16 Greatest Hits Steppenwolf album, but they border on outlandish. One of my favorite passages involves how keyboardist Goldie McJohn plays his instrument “kangaroo style.”

Above you see the front and back covers. It looks better in real life. In the back-cover photo the left edge looks to be yellowing; in person, this thing is absolutely pristine.

Below is the record in its custom MCA sleeve. ABC ceased to exist in the mid-’70s and was absorbed into MCA. There are a lot of artists out there who were never signed to the MCA label, but whose catalogs wound up there for this reason.

Here’s a close-up of side one’s label.

Last, let me give you a bit of this album’s evolution. None of the images below are mine; I took them all from Discogs.

First up, here is what the original version of this Steppenwolf comp looks like. That’s a pretty terrible cover photo, so I can see why the label wanted to change it. (This is a promo copy; retail versions look the same, but without the “Not For Sale” sticker.)

When the album got absorbed into the Sixteen Great Performances series, it had the same cover as the copy I bought, but the ABC label hadn’t yet died, so here is what its label first looked like (Discogs contributors are horrible photographers, so forgive this shambles):

Last, here are a couple of other entries in this series, showing other bands’ covers with the same design template.

With Six Fat Dutchmen, you get a ridiculously blurry photo of beer steins (and I have no idea why this shows up smaller than other photos here):

Ike & Tina get a blurry photo of high-heeled shoes in front of a guitar—did the photographer for this series not have the capability to focus?!:

Here’s one final example, showing that a lack of focus was apparently the motif for this series (though Steppenwolf’s taxidermy largely seems to have escaped the out-of-focus fate!):

It’s surprising to me that when ABC got absorbed into MCA that the new parent company kept this wacky series going. The covers had to be reprinted with the MCA logo; it was a golden opportunity to redesign the things and get some photos that were actually in focus, but someone must have decided that no further money should be spent on it.

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pukencryy · 3 years

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nirvana, 1993

#90s #<3 #1993 #nirvana #kurt cobain #dave grohl #pat smear #love them all #i love that all of them including kurt said that things got good and fun again soon after pat joined #pat really is the sunshine positivity everyone needs #these photos are some of my favorite group photos of them #any band photos with pat are great #underrated lineup #ok ok enough abt that #90s alt rock #90s grunge #grunge #200

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pictureamoebae · 2 years

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THE SALT BLOCK - a multi-purpose no cc lot by amoebae

Originally owned by Abigail Harrington and her husband, Samuel, the Salt Block was built at a time of great prosperity and glory. After Samuel's passing, Abigail had to sell off the building part by part, until only the corner basement apartment remained, which is where she still lives today. The rest of the building has been repurposed into a mixture of commercial and residential properties, and is a bustling hub for the people of the Spice District.

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There is an album bursting full of lots and lots of pictures of the whole build here: https://imgur.com/a/0xbZRTo

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In the tall row-house section of the building are separate apartments, each fully furnished.

- in the bottom right basement apartment, Abigail Harrington lives surrounded by those few pieces of dearly loved furniture and trinkets she was able to hold onto. Her husband's portrait sits overlooking his beloved ashes, and other family portraits adorn the walls. Abigail's most prized possession is the scale model of Brindleton Bay, which was founded by her grandfather.

- in the bottom left basement apartment a single sim has just recently moved in and is slowly renovating. He has completed the kitchen and bathroom, but the rest of the apartment is still to be finished. No one really knows what he does for a living, but he has been seen accompanying different rich and successful sims to various events around the city.

- in the middle right hand apartment that spans 2 floors there lives a successful couple, an engineer and an ad executive. They enjoy entertaining, and appreciating the finer things in life.

- in the middle left hand apartment that spans 2 floors there lives a younger, fame-hungry couple. One of them has produced some music for films and also has a band that she hopes will one day find success; the other is an actor who, despite his hard work, has yet to make it big. They think they have excellent taste...

- in the top floor right hand apartment lives a young professional architect and designer. She one day hopes to build her own home, but for now is enjoying living in a vibrant and busy city hub.

- in the top floor left hand apartment lives 2 young sports fanatics who love nothing more than to spend their weekends on the piste. Originally living the bachelor life together, they recently discovered they have feelings for each other.

In the commercial, low-rise section of the building is a boutique bakery and a trendy new coffee shop called The Llama Bean. Above them are 3 small apartments [furnished just for show to look lived in from the outside - they are inaccessible]. In the basement is a lounge and comedy club called The Underground, which also serves food (for the brave).

The lot has everything you need to be set as either residential, a lounge, a cafe, retail, a bar, or a restaurant. It is set as a lounge by default. You can change it at any time.

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IMPT: My lots are always heavily detailed. During my play-testing I experienced quite a lot of simulation lag. I expect this is because of the sheer amount of stuff on the lot that can be interacted with. If this bothers you, consider saving the apartments or sections of the buildings you won't use as rooms (in case you want them later) and then deleting everything inside them to free up some capacity.

This lot was intended to reduce the need to travel elsewhere (the Spice District is my favourite neighbourhood), and also to act as a backdrop for photo shoots. If you use this lot in your pictures I'd love to see them.

Note: You may want to lock the doors to whichever parts of the building you aren't using if you want to keep sims out of certain areas.

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You can download the tray files at Patreon (free), and place them loose in your tray folder, or you can search for the lot on the gallery. It has no cc. You can search for The Salt Block, or under my gallery ID - pictureamoebae.

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impishtubist · 2 years

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Well, I bullied a bunch of you into writing a better death for Sirius yesterday, so it’s only right that I post my own contribution. Except this isn’t his death, but the aftermath. Enjoy some Wolfstar-raising-Harry-but-Sirius-still-dies, I guess 😂

Harry should have known better than to linger outside the door, should have known that Da would hear his breathing or his heartbeat or both. Da says, “Come in, Harry,” and he pushes open the door.

Da’s sitting on the bed, propped up against the headboard, a large book open across his lap. He’s wearing one of Dad’s old Muggle band t-shirts, Harry notices with a jolt, and he’s sitting on Dad’s side of the bed. Harry’s heart twists.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Da asks. He pats the mattress. “Come sit.”

“What are you doing?” Harry asks as he climbs up on the bed to sit next to Da. He sees then that Da has a photo album open across his lap and is flipping through the pictures.

“Just looking at some old photographs.” Da taps one of the pictures. “This one was always one of my favorites.”

The picture had been taken on a beach somewhere--Harry struggles to remember where--and is of Dad and Harry. They’re walking away from the camera, their bodies silhouetted against the setting sun. Dad is holding Harry’s hand. Harry looks to be about five or six in the picture, so it must have been taken not long after he’d come to live with them.

“Where was that, again?” Harry asks.

“Florida,” Da says, and his lips quirk fondly. “Our great North American tour. I expect you don’t remember much of it, but we spent that whole summer traveling. We’d just taken you in, and Dad didn’t want to spend a second longer in England than he had to. We went everywhere.”

Harry remembers bits and pieces of that time, or thinks he does, at any rate. He’s heard stories about it often enough that he doesn’t know what’s a memory and what’s something he simply imagined from being told it so many times.

Da flips the page, and Harry is confronted with a picture of Dad napping on a couch, a much-younger Harry sprawled out and fast asleep on top of him. It’s also from that same time period, though a little later--Harry recognizes the couch as the one in the library downstairs. It’s from after they moved into Grimmauld Place, then.

“He loved you so very much, Harry,” Da says softly.

“Then why isn’t he here?” Harry asks.

Da’s hand stills in his hair for a moment. “What do you mean?”

“People become ghosts if they’re not ready to leave. If they have unfinished business, or they’ve left something behind.” Harry rubs his eyes. “Why was he ready to leave us?”

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escapewithbts · 3 years

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“Just Benefits?”(Part One) - Jungkook

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You stretched out your arms and shielded your tired eyes from the morning sunlight peaking through the curtain. Upon sitting up you noticed the space in the bed next to you was empty. You wrapped the sheet closer around your almost naked body as it had gotten colder without another human lying next to you radiating warmth. You rubbed your eyes and yawned before grabbing your phone from the nightstand. An array of text messages were waiting for you.

7:34am From Jungkook: Hey y/n

7:34am From Jungkook: Sorry I’m not there, I had an early meeting

7:34am From Jungkook: Stay as long as you like

7:45am From Jungkook: Also I just want to say I had a good time talking with you last night

You locked the phone without responding and pulled off the covers. Then you got out of the bed and searched the floor for something to put on over your underwear. You only had jeans and a blouse, so you opted for Jungkook's oversized black t shirt from last night and a pair of his shorts. They were massive on you but you were comfy. You picked up your pants and shirt off the floor and folded them neatly on the bed as memories from the night before appeared in your mind;

8:10pm from Jungkook: I had such a rough day. Want to come over?

8:10pm to Jungkook: I’m at work

8:11pm from Jungkook: Ok, after?

8:11pm to Jungkook: Sure. I’m off at 10.

8:12pm from Jungkook: I’ll be at the dorm, text when you get here so I can buzz you in

You sighed and clicked off your phone. This was the third night this week he asked you to come over and it was only Wednesday. You weren't necessarily complaining, it was better than going to your own apartment where you lived alone, but you couldn't help but wonder why he was asking so much.

You guys kind of had an unspoken arrangement; to spend the night at each other's places when the other felt stressed or in need of companionship. You would have sex, of course, sometimes cuddle a little bit after, and then go on about your days the next morning.

You had met through one of your close friends, Kim Namjoon. He was in the same band as Jungkook, the famous k-pop group BTS. You had known Jungkook through RM for years now, you wouldn't have said you were friends, but you were always friendly and liked hanging out with him in a group. This part of your relationship with Jungkook however was relatively new.

It had all started one night when you were hanging out at their place with all of them, watching movies and drinking... maybe a little too much. All the other guys had gone to bed, leaving you and Jungkook alone and tipsy. Jungkook had always been shy, just like you, so when the two of you ended up kissing on the couch it took you both by surprise. One thing lead to another and before you knew it you were both naked in his bed. The sex was good, no great, so great in fact that you both knew you wanted to keep having it. And that's what lead you to this unspoken agreement you had. That first time was months ago now, and the two of you hadn't even talked about the future, nor the present for that matter. You were enjoying each other's company and not putting any kind of label on it... but you knew that always seemed to end up in a mess.

After work, you drove straight to the boy's dorm, notifying Jungkook of your arrival via text. You pressed the call box and waited for the front door to open. Jungkook answered after just a few seconds. He was wearing an oversized black t shirt and boxers, his long black hair was tousled about his head, and his dark brown eyes looked tired, his cherubic face slightly puffy. You had to admit, he looked very sexy, yet also adorable, and it caused you to feel butterflies in your stomach. You ignored them.

"y/n..." his big smile and your name in his soft voice made your knees weak, "I'm glad you're here."

You smiled at him slightly.

"Is anyone else home?" you asked quietly.

"Jimin and Namjoon-hyung, but they're asleep."

You nodded in response and he stepped closer to you, pinning you against the now closed front door. He wrapped his long arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck, kissing your weak spot. It made you moan. How could he do that so quickly? You felt him smile against your skin and it sent a shiver down your spine.

He took your hand and lead you down the hallway to his bedroom. It was basically a routine now. As soon as he shut the door, you were pulling off each other's clothes, kissing passionately between each layer removed. You never got tired of looking at him naked; his perfectly toned arms and thighs, his six pack and deep v hip muscles, the sleeve of tattoos that lined his hand and arm. He had a beautiful body, and that was something you had no problem admitting to yourself.

For being the youngest member in the group, he sure knew what he was doing. He was extremely shy on the surface, but that all disappeared in bed.

When you both had finished (you multiple times thanks to Jungkook), he laid down behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist and the other under your head, like a big spoon and little spoon. He lazily ran his fingertips along your bare side and it gave you goosebumps.

"You've asked me here a lot this week," you stated matter-of-factually.

You felt him sigh softly.

"Yeah, work's been kind of tough."

You traced the purple heart tattoo on his hand with your finger gently, then moved to the ARMY symbol to do the same.

"I'm sorry."

You wanted to know more, but you didn't want to pry.

He sighed again and buried his face in your messy hair.

"Your hair smells so nice." he said muffled.

You smiled.

"Thanks."

There was a pause before he spoke again.

"Plus, I like having you here. In my bed."

That made your heart skip a beat, but you had to ignore it.

"I like being in your bed." you replied shyly.

He scooted himself closer to you, if that was even possible, so close that you could feel his pounding heart in the middle of your back.

"Um.. h-how was your day?" he questioned.

The two of you didn't usually talk much after, hardly at all actually, but this was nice.

"It was okay. Just went to work. Pretty uneventful," you shrugged, "How was yours?"

Jungkook removed his arm from under you and turned so he was lying on his back, his arm resting under his head. You did the same.

"Aishh, it was okay. It's been a little stressful lately. It's different with everything that's been going on. We haven't even really experienced anything like it, obviously."

You nodded in understanding.

"But.. you still enjoy it?" you couldn't help but wonder out loud.

He ran a hand through his messy hair.

"Yes, I love it. I get to work with my 6 hyungs every day. But..." he paused, "It's hard sometimes, too. We are constantly busy, constantly booked. Album after album, performance after performance, always filming something, doing press, shooting videos... it can be a lot. We're coming out with a new album in a few weeks, as I'm sure Namjoon-hyung has mentioned, so we've been trying to put on the finishing touches. It's a great album, I was able to write a lot of it and share my ideas and we're really proud. But there are other things I want to do, too."

"Like what?"

He scrunched his face in thought for a moment.

"Release my solo mixtape. I've been working on for literally years. It hasn't felt good enough, but maybe I'm also too picky. And direct more videos. I like directing a lot. I love taking photos and videos, especially of the people and things I love. So I don't know... stuff like that."

He shrugged.

"I'm sure you will find time," you tried reassuring him.

"Sometimes it feels like there isn't enough time in the world."

He paused before turning his head to you.

"Sorry, for ranting about it," he blushed shyly, but gave you a shy smile.

You smiled back.

"I don't mind."

He stretched out his arm, creating in opening between his shoulder and upper arm. He patted the space above the pit of his arm with his other hand.

"Do you... want to lay your head here?" he asked cautiously, hoping it wasn't too bold of a move to ask.

You nodded slowly and moved closer to him, resting your head in the nook he had made, laying your arm across his chest. You felt nervous, as this wasn't a position you two had ever laid in before. You couldn't believe how well you seemed to fit together, and how warm and comfortable he was. You closed your eyes and felt the rise and fall of his chest with every breath he took. It made you sleepy.

"Thank you for coming over tonight." he mumbled, kissing your forehead softly.

"Mmmhmm..." you responded sleepily.

He caressed your hair gently over and over, lulling you to dreamland.

Before you were completely out however, you heard him say,

"I wish you'd just stay over every night..."

You left Jungkook's room and was met with the bright sunlight coming in through the large windows that looked over the city of Seoul. You desperately needed some coffee so you made your way into the large kitchen.

"I thought I saw your car here when I left for my bike ride this morning!"

Namjoon's back was turned toward you upon you entering the kitchen, but he still noticed your sudden presence. He was pouring coffee grounds into the machine preparing to make a pot.

"Good morning, Joonie," you responded groggily.

You pulled out a stool from under the kitchen island and sat down, leaning your arms on the countertop.

"And how was your night with our golden boy JK?" he asked teasingly.

You blushed. You had told Namjoon when you guys had first started hooking up, but it was still kind of embarrassing having everyone know about it.

"It was fine..." you mumbled back, fiddling with your fingers.

Namjoon turned around and you were met with his dimpled smile.

"Ahhh, I can't believe our maknae is all grown up... and with one of my best friends nonetheless!" he chuckled, "Life sure is weird."

You rolled your eyes at him.

"I wouldn't say he's with me exactly," you corrected him.

He cocked his head.

"No? Then what would you call it?"

You shrugged, avoiding eye contact with your friend.

"I'm not sure..."

He stared at you in disbelief.

"You guys have talked about it at least, right?"

Your silence was all the response he needed.

"Oh my god, (y/n), come on!" he threw his hand up to his forehead and ran it through his brown hair.

"What, Joonie?" you protested, "It's not exactly an easy conversation to have."

"Well of course not, but it's a conversation you should have."

You sighed. You knew he was right.

He leaned in front of you, placing his elbows in his palms.

"He likes you, (y/n)."

You scoffed.

"No, no," you waved your hands in disagreement, "he doesn't. Not like that."

He raised his eyebrows.

"He's constantly asking me about you, (y/n). Wondering what you're up to, what things you like, how he should respond to you."

You looked at him in surprise.

"He is?"

Your heart started racing.

"Yes," he continued, "You're older than him so it's intimidating. I think he's worried about saying the wrong thing, or coming off too strong towards you."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Why hadn't Namjoon told you this before? Were you that unobservant that you hadn't noticed Jungkook had feelings for you? Or was Namjoon exaggerating? Your mind was racing. You put your head in your palms and rubbed your face, overwhelmed with this new information. You groaned.

"I'm sorry, (y/n) I thought you two had talked about it." he paused, "So what are you then... like friends with benefits?"

You shook your head and shrugged.

"I-I don't know... just benefits?"

It was Namjoon's turn to groan.

"Ahhhhh shit, that never ends well."

"Well what do I do, Namjoon-ah?" you asked in concern.

He thought for a moment.

"Do you like him?"

You felt your stomach flop. It was a question you had been avoiding asking yourself. And now here was Namjoon asking you for an answer.

You ran a hand through your hair.

"I really don't know..."

And that was the truth. Though you had idea of the answer, you weren't sure you were ready to admit it to yourself... or anyone else for that matter.

"Well, I encourage you to try and figure it all out," he stood up straight and turned to grab two mugs out of the cupboard, "I love you and I love Jungkook-ah, I really don't want to see either of you get hurt."

"Yeah..." you agreed quietly.

He poured both you a cup of coffee then opened the refrigerator.

"Now, what should I make us for breakfast?"

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wonder (j.a.)

a/n: uhh, yeah so I would like to formally apologise for what you are about to read. I don’t know if I’ll make a pt.2 but if you want one let me know. thanks to the wonderful person who requested this and thank you for your patience. I changed a few things and it’s a little unedited but I really hope you like it!

Summary: Jack tells Y/n he likes her on her birthday.

Song: Wonder by Shawn Mendes

I wonder if I'm being real Do I speak my truth or do I filter how I feel?

“We’re already late! Hurry up!” Corbyn yelled out from the entrance hall of the Seavey residence, ending his third reminder with an irritated slam of the front door.

“I’ll be out in a minute!” Jack shot back quieter. His gaze lingered on Daniel’s wardrobe mirror, clean and reflective of his handsomely dressed figure. Jack sighed as he glanced down at himself, ruffling a hand through his hair.

The day dawned crisp and clear, warm with the light of the sun glaring through fewer clouds than usual. Corbyn strolled across the driveway to meet the rest of the boys - ready and waiting - in the car. No other boy was seen following behind them, indicating another few minutes of waiting to be had.

“It’s a birthday party, we’re not meeting the Queen.” Daniel rolled his eyes.

“It’s not just a birthday party,” Jack declared a moment after, tugging at the narrow collar of his blazer in his hurry to make it to the car. He finally decided this outfit would be the one - all white clothes on, black dress shoes and dark brunette curls left unbound to tumble messily along the breeze as he jogged to Jonah’s open window.

I wonder, wouldn't it be nice To live inside a world that isn't black and white?

“It’s Y/n’s 21st birthday.” He breathed, leaning his elbows on the edge of the window.

“You’re wearing the first outfit you put on,” Zach drawled, slumping back into the passenger’s seat.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Jack shrugged, walking across the road to the empty seats in the back. Corbyn and Jack slipped into the back beside Daniel. The air was sticky and humid, only to perish when the air conditioning blasted from the front before they made it out of Daniel’s neighbourhood, wafting cool air with the low hum of constant blowing accompanying it.

I wonder what it's like to be my friends Hope that they don't think I'll forget about them I wonder

While the rest of the boys filled the air with conversation about gifts and birthday festivities, Jack was silent, making his quiet presence known with simple nods and agreements. His mind reeled with thoughts and thoughts of Y/n, unable to still to a peacefulness for the whole car ride. Y/n was always one to make everyone feel comfortable, especially at a party she’d planned herself. But there was something about Y/n’s special day that made Jack’s cheeks flush and heart flutter with even more intensity every moment he thought about it. Maybe this would be the perfect day to tell her?

Y/n never enjoyed all the parties she’d been dragged to by friends at university. The chaos of college students finally letting loose was overwhelming, to say the least. The strobe lights dancing onto the floor and pounding baselines reverberating through intoxicated bodies and infused scents of perfume and cologne laced in the foggy dark air only made Y/n’s loathing for them grow stronger every time she went to one. And when it was time for her own party, Y/n made sure it was everything she envisioned it to be.

Right before I close my eyes The only thing that's on my mind

Including the guys, an invite had been sent to some friends from her classes, one of whom was named James, a friend from her visual arts class. Nothing more. Or at least that’s how Jack liked to think of it. He had no right to be angry, but every time that name rolled off his tongue, it sent a sickening chill down his spine. It all started when Y/n went over to Jack’s place. With her backpack across her back, she let herself into his room casually. Her smile caught Jack’s gaze as he sat behind his keyboard...along with another smile, from a guy he’d never seen before. Y/n had invited him over herself in order for the two boys to ‘get to know each other’. Jack could barely stomach the thought of wiping the grin off her face with any sort of disagreement, so he let them both stay. That night was packed with great conversation and giddy dimpled laughter between them, but not Jack. His mind was so deep in wonder and confusion that he could hardly hear what they were even saying.

“Jack, could you pass that box over there?” Corbyn asked, gesturing towards the wrapped rectangular gift. Jack raised his gaze to Corbyn. Just a friend Jack thought at last, dismissing the rest of his thoughts as he leaned over to grab the present.

Been dreamin' that you feel it too I wonder what it's like to be loved by you

“You got her something?” He gaped, “I thought we all agreed to not get her anything?” His eyes shot back towards the rest of the guys as they stepped out of the car. He noticed their gifts as his eyes roamed down towards the neatly...and some quite messily wrapped gifts in their hands. “So, it’s just me then?” He asked with an annoyed glare. “Great.” He sighed, “no that’s just wonderful.” He corrected, hopping out of the car to show the sarcasm etched in his expression. “I just won’t have anything to give Y/n. This was my one chance to tell her-”

“That’s okay,” Y/n spoke gently behind him. Her sudden words had Jack twirling around slowly to greet her, as if doing so would ease the embarrassment that washed over him. Though, a quick hug from Y/n had him easing back into himself in seconds. Y/n pulled away and glanced at him, “What’d you need to tell me?”

“Uh...um,” Jack’s eyes flickered to the boys, “Happy birthday!” He assured her, leaning back in for a hug, ignoring the boys’ teasing laughter that found its way along the breeze and into his ears.

“Thank you,” Y/n said sweetly.

“And Sydnie wanted me to tell you that she’s sorry she couldn’t make it and happy birthday.”

“Oh,” Y/n grinned, “Well tell her that I’m sad she’s missing out, but she’s still my favourite Avery.” Y/n bit back a smile and watched Jack’s expression morph into an opened mouthed glare.

She broke out into a fit of laughter, cheerful giggles falling between them as Jack stuttered out a “Wow, how could you?” He shook his head disapprovingly.

I wonder why I'm so afraid Of saying something wrong, I never said I was a saint

Y/n’s party was at the park - nothing unexpected for Jack since he knew she loved it so much - and with the help of some friends, the set up was the perfect mix of classy and casual. A long table cut through the grassy field, standing under a silky white sheet, and it was almost like a canopy of flowers were draped across it. The bandmates noticed a few of Y/n’s friends at their spots on the cushions, helping themselves to the platters of fruit and snacks. And even a small tepee stood a small distance away, upholstered with light blue canvas that sheltered Y/n’s sleepy puppy inside. The sun kissed shades of champagne pink and soft beige with its bright rays and the gentle wind allowed the tableware to stay in place without worry of anything toppling over.

The boys wished Y/n a happy birthday while they took their seats, but Jack lingered in front of the narrow table. The way in which he was standing was almost perfect for a photo and Y/n took their fleeting moment of stillness to snap a quick one beside them. Her beaming smile greeted Jack’s gaze from the side. “I can’t believe you did this,” He chuckled breathily.

“Are you doubting my hard work, Jack Avery?” She teased, pocketing her phone.

“No, no, It’s great.” He rushed out.

“Yeah, this is amazing Y/n.” Jonah started, crouched down to pat the lazy puppy. “It's so aesthetic.” He said honestly, sending a wave of light laughter to flourish over the group.

“Well, come on, then. Sit down.” She ushered Jack to sit on one of carefully placed cushions. A familiar boy came breezing towards the low table from behind the low-lying bushes. Y/n looked up at him with a smile, and she gazed back at the boys to introduce him formally. “Oh, and, um” She wobbled onto her feet and stood beside him. “This is James,” she said gently, looking towards the boys with hesitance in her eyes, a smile still on her face.

I wonder, when I cry into my hands I'm conditioned to feel like it makes me less of a man

Jack’s neutral expression faltered into a frown, and he bowed his head towards his dress shoes, blaming it on the fake notification he’d gotten on his phone when Y/n asked him if he was okay. “You two already know each other.” She smiled, settling back into her seat beside James. “Why don’t you tell him about the band?” she proposed. Her jolly gaze towards the other boy practically gave Jack no other choice but to start the conversation.

“Yeah, sure.” He answered calmly.

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And I wonder if someday you'll be by my side And tell me that the world will end up alright I wonder

Jack had counted sixteen people at the park in his head while he talked to James. It was more of a one-sided thing actually - the other boy held forth almost all hour about his own musical experiences - and Jack finally decided to end the conversation with a random excuse, no longer able to hide his hurt with a smile. “Hey, you know what, I actually have to get Y/n’s gift from the car. So, we’ll talk later?” He spoke gently, standing up to make his escape quick and easy.

“Oh, sure. Nice talking to you.” James nodded, letting Jack leave with a smile on his lips. In all honesty, the conversation wasn’t bad enough for him to leave abruptly, but there was just something about the way Y/n lingered close to him as they chatted...the way her eyes roamed over James’ lips as he spoke... the slight twinkle in her eyes kindled with an almost childish nervousness at their close proximity. To the other boys, Jack was always reading too much into things, but this time was quite the opposite, and he swore there were a bunch of signs that something was going on between them.

Right before I close my eyes The only thing that's on my mind

“Six instruments,” Jack started plainly, trudging over to Daniel and Corbyn. Y/n’s 4-month-old golden retriever had made himself comfortable on Daniel’s lap as the pair sat on the grass with a plate of snacks next to them. The mutual laughter falling between them broke with Jack’s voice again, “He plays six instruments.” He sat tiredly on the grass, palms propped up behind him and legs stretched out. “How can I compete with that?” He threw his hands up in exasperation and dropped them to plop a piece of cantaloupe in his mouth.

“Damn, almost as many as me.” Daniel let out an impressed chuckle, glancing over at the tall brunette boy standing next to Y/n. “Maybe he could be our sixth member.” He joked.

Corbyn caught on and continued their teasing, “yeah, his hair is goals.” He laughed.

��So, what, you guys think he’s great too?” Jack looked furiously towards them as he plucked out stands of grass.

Been dreamin' that you feel it too I wonder what it's like to be loved by you

“You don’t?” Corbyn asked between a bite of his watermelon. Daniel eyed him with an envious stare silently. Jack stayed quiet; fingers focused on ripping out small roots from the ground. “Why are we just hearing of this now?”

“I didn’t think it would get to this!” Jack admitted breathily. “I mean, studying together, that’s okay, but coming to her birthday party?”

“...More of a... get-together...” Daniel trailed off quietly.

Jack continued on as if the others were invisible. “I’ve had my heart set on telling her today for weeks now.” He slumped back against the tepee, sharing a swift look with the small blonde puppy that wobbled back into his bed. “I can’t tell her now. Not when he’s here.”

“We come to birthday parties and we’re friends...I don’t get what the problem is. He’s probably just a friend like Y/n said.”

I wonder what it's like I wonder what it's like to be loved by you

“No, look at the way they’re standing. He linked his arm with hers.” Jack didn’t bother acting sly and just pointed towards the almost coupley pair of university students sitting at the picnic table again. Y/n’s arm was indeed linked with James’ as they shared a plate of snacks. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. Jack repeated, keeping his gaze on the one individual he thought liked him back. But Jack could see how it mattered to Y/n, she wasn’t pulling away after all. He tried to shake it off and focus back on his group that had now increased with Zach hearing Jack’s gloomy thoughts from a few paces away.

“Why don’t you just go talk to her?” Zach said.

“I can’t,” Jack pouted. “Or else I’d be interrupting whatever that is…” Jack’s quiet last word couldn’t be heard over Jonah’s heavy footsteps pounding across the levelled grass. His panicked expression immediately set Jack into high alert, and he looked towards his friend with the same concerned stricken face.

Right before I close my eyes The only thing that's on my mind

“Okay-I-...” Jonah hunched over with his hands on his thighs as he caught his breath, “I don’t- I-” He stopped trying to speak and let a silence fall over the small group. He cleared his throat. “I wouldn’t usually be this panicked about something like this but, they are like going to. Kiss.” Jonah’s words came out as faint breaths, but Jack understood every word and he shifted his gaze over towards Y/n again. The gap between the two was basically non-existent in Jack’s eyes. James’ hand was on her thigh as they faced each other before it reached up to tuck a strand of Y/n’s sun kissed hair that cascaded down her back. And with Y/n leaning in closer with a smile, their lips were mere seconds away from meeting and stomach’s almost swarming with premature first kiss butterflies. That sight of them together, that moment suspended in time ignited this spark in Jack. It was more than the spark of fondness and adoration for Y/n, it was this weird, stinging mix of hurt and panic that just led him towards the picnic table. The loud stomps coming from the corner had Y/n and James flinching back in fear.

“Hey, okay look Y/n. I know I’m not like this James guy,” Jack rushed out, barely paying a glance towards the other boy as he stepped closer to the frazzled girl sitting cross-legged on the floor. “And I can’t play six instruments and do homework as good as him and I don’t have cool hair,” His voice was fragile as if it could break any second with the chance of his confession being a total disaster, but he went for it. “But I like you… so much Y/n. I always have.”

Been dreamin' that you feel it too I wonder what it's like to be loved by you

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