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curi0us-gh0st · 7 months

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Hello! Your the glory headcanons were really good ❤️ can I pls request jealousy headcanons for the two of them with female reader? Thank you 😊

Jealousy (H. Do-yeong & Jeon Jae-jun)

pairings: Jeon Jae-jun x Fem!Reader, Ha Do-yeong x Fem!Reader, Jeon Jae-jun x Fem!Reader x Ha Do-yeong.

word count: 1.163

warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, fighting, swearing, cheating, suggestive.

a/n: Thanks for requesting, dear! My head is melting from how jealous they are of each other because of you 🙃

★ Clip 1

You got out of the limousine holding Do-yeong's hand, giving him stability to start walking on the red carpet with the many camera flashes pointed at you, the famous and big star of yet another drama with his perfect performance and full of glamor , and in excess, their partners. Ha Do-yeong, his manager and Jeon Jae-jun, his ex-boyfriend and camera partner in the new drama, being a mafia couple after the protagonist's family fortune. You, as great actors, with a list of famous and acclaimed characters, most of your characters being antagonists, petty and rich, did not fail to be called to participate.

Do-yeong wrapped his arm behind your back, positioning it at the bottom, walking with you to the center, staying with you until a certain actor intervened. Jae-jun walking forward, pushing the businessman away from you so he took his place next to him, Do-yeong remaining, standing on the other side.

"Ah, let me shine with her." He complained to Ha. "Don't forget that I'm her manager, I deserve it too." The whispering in her ears made you sigh, a few more photos until you left her for a friend of yours from the cast, who you grabbed tightly in a hug as you went back to hold her waist, leaving the two of you in the corner.

"You fool!" Jae-jun poked Do-yeong beside him, angry at being switched. "You started!" The businessman remembers.

The rest of the party was them poking each other and calling each other names while I watched you party with your friends and other cast members, ending the night with two men with their arms crossed, jealous that you didn't decide to stay with them, just them.

★ Clip 2

"Mister Jeon, here are your reports. Some need your signature." You placed a stack of papers on the boy's desk.

"Oh no!" He muttered angrily. "Why don't you go away?" You looked at it, thinking it was for you and looked back to see a well dressed and groomed gentleman. "Get out of here, you idiot!"

"I just came here to talk. I demand only respect." The man in the suit said walking over to the table to sit in one of the armchairs.

"Do you wish something, sir?" You asked, since it was your job. "Yes, just give me some water, please." He smiled politely, you nodded and walked to think about where things were.

"What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy, huh?" Jae-jun asked the man.

"I want to know more. What do you know about Yeon-jin?" He asked and Jeon rolled his eyes. "Really? Leave me alone and ask your wife." He snorted.

"Here." You gave the glass of water and left a glass of whiskey for your boss, walking outside.

"Just that nice ass to de-stress me." Jae-jun said as he drank from his glass, making his cheeks blush as he walked and Do-yeong turned around out of curiosity. "Hey! Don't look at my employee!" He shouted before you left completely, maybe Do-yeong should sneakily visit Jae-jun's scam without him knowing.

★ Clip 3

"Hey guys." You greeted those present on live, while seeing the comments arriving every moment. "I'm here having lunch at a restaurant in…" His eyes were flying, trying to remember.

"Forgot? Montreal, Canada." A whisper was heard and you thanked him. "Montreal, I'm taking a vacation to return to my activities in Korea and be photographed for another magazine cover." You said looking at the phone camera.

"You shouldn't say that, it's a spoiler." Another voice was heard. "No, she's just warning you." The same voice as the other whisper was heard. "No, sir, you know everything, you're spoiling her schedule." You rolled your eyes at the silly argument.

[Who are you with, unnie?]

"I'm accompanied by two quarrelsome children." You laughed at his joke, looking at the two in front of you who rolled their eyes and snorted.

"We are not children!" Jae-jun replied, picking at his food. "Exactly." Do-yeong nodded softly.

[unnie, marry me 🙏🏻🙏🏻]

"Oh, marry you? If you're not underage and can see me at the next fansing, you can already have the ring." You replied flirtatiously.

"Get married? No, no, no!"

[Oh, something is happening~]

"Hey, you're my girlfriend!"

[unnie, are you dating?!???]

[NO, Y/N IS MY GIRLFRIEND!!!]

"What's the problem? I'd leave it for a stan of mine" You laughed seeing the men's faces.

[fans first 😸]

[that's right!!]

"Okay, let's return these things we bought." Do-yeong said, extending his hands to the bags beside him. "Yes, let me get it." Jae-jun agreed, was today their day to help each other?

"Hey, leave my purchases! They're my gifts." You whimpered. "Ask a stan of yours to buy it." Jae-jun shrugged.

[oh, no]

"Okay, okay, okay. No stan. Okay?" You asked. "No. Me or him?" Do-yeong asked right away. "That's messing with me!" He complained.

"Me. I'm better than this old man." Jae-jun said excitedly. "Get your horse out of the rain, I'm better!" Do-yeong responds angrily, starting to fight.

"I'll hang up now, bye" You said goodbye to your fans who were 'worried' and having fun with the situation. The next few moments were filled with Jae-jun and Do-yeong fighting, saying their qualities and reasons for being better than each other, which you just had fun with.

★ Clip 4

"I hope everyone enjoys dinner!" Yeon-jin said smiling, everyone gathered around the table, surprising. Delicious food being served and placed on plates, good quality drinks, background music playing, leaving the atmosphere light and side conversations.

"I loved your outfit. Where did you buy it?" Hye-jeong asked from across the table. "That's when I traveled to Monaco." She responded with a smile.

"Wow, this looks perfect on you. You look beautiful." Sa-ra praised next to her, you turned to look and smile brightly. "Thank you, jagiya." She approached you, giving you a kiss on the cheek and a side hug.

"Hey, aren't you going to talk about me too?" Hye-jeong turned to Lee who just shrugged, listening to Choi's murmurs and snorts.

A strong hand weighed on her thigh, kneading it hard, you bit your lip to keep from swearing seeing that Ye-sol was at the table too. "That hurts." You warned through gritted teeth to the man next to you.

"Stop." Jae-jun replied, not happy with the interaction between you and Sa-ra, on the other side of the table, Do-yeong frowning. “You guys are so…” You were cut off by another squeeze. "Hey!" You almost screamed, making the table members look at you and laughed shyly.

"Sorry, I'm going to go outside and answer my cell phone." She lied, getting up, followed by a bad-tempered Jae-jun.

"Can you stop that? It's going to stain my thigh." She complained before being turned around and pinned against the wall.

"Then stop being an idiot." He muttered angrily and held up his cell phone. "Or else, you won't have your private party today." The messages with Do-yeong to meet him at a hotel were shown.

"That's not it…" she tried to justify herself. "Isn't that it? Really? Shut up, you could at least…"

"Everything okay there?" Do-yeong's voice was heard behind Jae-jun, who rolled his eyes. "Yeah, just talk as a couple, if you don't mind."

“Is everything okay, Y/N?” He asked you directly. "Yes, everything. Don't worry, we're already heading back to the table."

The walk back to the table was full of complaints from Jae-jun, while Do-yeong was calm, maintaining his posture and you were just rolling your eyes in stress.

★ Clip 5

"Hey, watch where your hand is touching!" The warning was for the design of her clothing measuring her body.

"Stop the nonsense, Jae-jun. It's just his job." You reminded him making him snort. "I don't care, what's mine, nobody touches it."

"Your?" Do-yeong entered the room, seeing you in your underwear and on the 'stage' while the designer was writing down some things.

"Hi Do-yeong." You said smiling and hugged him when he got closer. “Hi Y/N, looking forward to your fashion show?” He sat next to Jae-jun.

"Yes, I'm nervous too. I've never participated in something so big and famous. Of course, it's Channel." You said as you looked at the two in front of you.

"Good, perfect. You'll look wonderful. But I want to bring up an unfinished business." Do-yeong looked at Jae-jun and then at you, who replied 'huh?'. "Who will be your date?"

You stopped and swallowed, it was the topic you wanted to avoid talking about until a future time. "Of course it will be me, I'm handsome." Jae-jun was elated.

"You and your self-esteem." Do-yeong rolled his eyes. “So, Y/N?”

"Well, how can I say this… I'll go with Taehyung." His tone of voice dropped.

"Oh, good good." Jae-jun said. "Wait, WHAT?!" He screamed.

"Taehyung? Why? We should go!" Do-yeong was in disbelief.

"Why is he one of the guests and my agent got this…?" It came out as a question.

"That son of a bitch!" Jae-jun cursed.

"I'll go talk to him." Do-yeong got up to leave. "I'll come along!" Jae-jun accompanied him.

"Oh no…" You said watching them leave.

#👻 gh0st headcanons !#fluffy #kdrama #kdrama fic #the glory #jeon jaejun x reader #jeon jae jun #ha doyeong x reader #ha do yeong

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meikyuunolovers · 2 months

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Happy 80th Birthday, Mick Avory !

(15/02/1944- )

Happy Birthday to the strong pillar of the Kinks ! He joined the band in 1964 following an audition, he stayed with the band for 20 years before taking his final bow I'm 1984... only to get hired at Konk afterwards, where he stays for a few years. He's also an OG member of the Kast-Off Kinks and, alongside Dave Clarke (unrelated to the drummer), one of the two OG members still in the band as of 2024.

Honestly... There are way too many things I wanted to say about him, because he has such a direct or an indirect influence on the Kinks history, except that I'm only limited to 10 pictures per post. Therefore, it makes it impossible to use my usual posting style for these posts...

So instead, here's a list of bits of information I've read about him :

-He once said that Sonny Bono and Cher needed to consult a plastic surgeon for nosejobs.

-He once hijacked(?) a limousine and took some of the Kinks, backing singers and staff (it was during the Preservation Acts era) to an Indian restaurant (I already posted the 'Baptist ate the bill' extract on his own bday post, but cropped the beggining).

-Mick became a model around 1966 because a man who worked in a boutique (M. McGrath, possibly renamed as O'Brien in X-Ray, not 100% sure, but there are way too many coincidences and things in common for me to not make the connection) fell in love with him.

-Stripped at a party because he wanted to prove to Ray that the concert promoter was gay (this is, in fact, the beginning of the David Watts story).

-Something I recently noticed while looking at pictures of the band, is that he has(had?) a scar between his bottom lip and chin. He seemingly got it around the same time as the Cardiff Incident, and it was visible on pictures until the early 70s.

-His father designed the iconic 'Kinky boots' logo !

-During the Kast-Off Kinks' performances, he sings lead on 'Dedicated Follower of Fashion' (apparently, it was Dave Clarke's idea).

-He's the one who took Ray with him to clubs frequented by drag queens, which gave birth to the hit song 'Lola' !

Talking about Lola, here's a link to a Lola TV performance just because I like his (and Ray's) clothes there.

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(I think I already said what I thought about the art earlier this morning. Not my proudest post, since I feel like while I tried to do 'too much', in the end it feels more like it wasn't enough because I tried to do too much.)

#the kinks #mick avory #kinks birthday posts #meikyuunolovers art

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aurik6 · 1 year

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Makoto's route. Prologue

Characters mentioned: Makoto Aomine, Yui Komori, Ruki Mukami

Data: 2013

Location: Ryotei Academy

*The scene shifts to the classroom*

Yui: (finally the lessons are over... This time I have to head straight to the limousine, but I barely can stay on my feet...)

*The scene shifts to the school's hallway *

Yui: (It's so deserted here, seems like Ayato and others have already gone away. Now i really can breath in relief... )

???: Hey, you! Yui, stop where you're standing!

*Yui stops*

Yui: Eh?

Yui: (Some girl is calling me?.. Who's that could be?)

???: Listen, I'm in hurry just like you, so I only wanna have a small talk. Where's my chemistry notebook? Remember, teacher asked me to let you borrow my notes?

* Yui looks at the girl but can't recognize her. *

???: Why are you staring at me with a such confused face? Don't tell me you're mute! Or... Does this mean, I've called you with a wrong name?

*The girl grabs her head in despair*

Yui: (Jeez, she is so dramatic!)

No, no! You've called me right, but... It feels awkward, but I can't remember your name...

???: Ah, you've should just say so. I'm Aomine Makoto, from 2-B class. We had chemistry with your class on Wednesday.

Yui: (Makoto Aomine-san... Aomine sounds very familiar, although that's not because she says her name the second time... Where could I hear this? Aomine... )

* Makoto steps closer *

Makoto: You're kinda tired? Seems like you haven't been listening to me at all.

Yui: S-sorry, Aomine-san... Actually, your notebook is at home...

Makoto: Oh, I see. It doesn't matter, let's head to your home immediately!

Yui: ?!.. (No way!)

Makoto: Ah?.. What's wrong? I thought you live somewhere nearby... Am I wrong?

Yui: (No, that's no good... She doesn't have to be there.)

Yui: Oh, actually... I'm late to the family dinner and we have guests, so.. I'm really sorry, but I can't give your notebook back today. Maybe tomorrow in school?

Makoto: Ah, no! Please, please I need it back now! There's a test on Friday!

Yui: (Gosh, that's too hard to lie) Sorry again... By the way, aren't your parents waiting your at home too?

Makoto: !

Makoto: No, they're not. Nobody waits me there actually.

Yui: (How awkward... Did I say something wrong? She suddenly looks hesitant.)

Yui: Well, um... Please take my apologies, but I have to go.

*She runs away*

Makoto: Pwuaaah.

Makoto: Huh. And what have you got from this performance?

*Ruki steps out from the shadowed corner*

Ruki: Not impressing at all, I'd say. As was expected from a coward like you.

Makoto: Coward, you say? I'd rather say that girl is a coward, not me!

Ruki: Stop shouting and listen for once, you coward. Eve is terrified by something we don't know, that's why she doesn't want to talk back. She's not ready for our plan...

Makoto: Our plan, how funny. I genuinely have no idea, why did I do this scene in front of you.

Ruki: Good grief. Your brain truly is pitiful, I should've sent you to Hell's mother even before...

Makoto: !!!

Ruki: But very soon Eve has to understand that I'm better than those filthy aristocrats, otherwise everything is meaningless.

Makoto: (He is so selfish, thinks only about becoming Adam, or whatever it's called.)

Makoto: I see, I'd say everything is already meaningless.

Makoto: ...

Makoto: Say, what would be if I went to those Sakamakis? My role there stops?

Ruki: No. You'd remain with them for some time instead of Eve... And after that time your fate would've been rather uncertain.

Makoto: I see... Honestlt, it really doesn't matter to me.

Ruki: ?

Ruki: I thought you were just stupid, but now I assume you're hopeless thing, aren't you?

Ruki: Well, as you've said it doesn't matter. Well, good for us.

Makoto: Good for you, tho I still exist, don't think how you'll throw me away in several months.

Makoto: The only thing I need is the truth, remember? Do you remember you've promised to show me it?

Ruki: Don't worry, one way or another it'll come to you itself. You don't even need to try. That's how the things work...

* Ruki walks away *

Makoto: A?.. Hey, Ruki?.. He's gone...

Makoto: ( He's the one who promised to explain what has been going on in my life, because he knows some mysterious "Him". "He" is the person who once helped Ruki and his family, so now they're kinda owing Him.

Maybe I'm a fool to trust this Ruki guy, but when you have no hope in life, isn't it obvious you try to catch anything, which looks like a salvation?..)

———

Admin's note: Lmao I decided that all DL events are going in 2013, if I'm not wrong MB game was released then, so thats why I chose this data. I don't wanna make it modern, I just don't see it like this (in 2022 or smth, feels wrong).

And this route doesn't have a structure like OC×canon, I mean all the time isn't devoted to Makoto and her love interest. It's more extended, where the main aim — to develop my Original character.

#diabolik lovers #diabolik oc #kirua9 #makoto aomine #makotoaomine #diahell #yui komori #makoto route #ruki mukami

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msmercury84 · 1 year

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"I Double Dare You" "Paris Part 2: Is Leigh On Her Way to Stardom?"

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*Author's Note: My depiction of Bill Guarnere is solely based on the actor's portrayal in the movie. Special thanks to alluring moonlight babe for an excellent idea that I'm using in this story.*

When Leigh arrived for rehearsal the next day, it didn't take the Andrews Sisters long to notice the engagement ring glistening on Spencer's finger. The women hugged and congratulated her. Maxine said,

"How about we include this in tonight's show? It's going on the radio and your friends and relatives can hear the good news." Spencer thought it was a wonderful idea. Laverne Andrews told Leigh,

"Let's really celebrate in style. We're going to make sure Bill gets a front row seat and both of you will get the V.I.P. treatment. Leigh, we're getting a chauffeur driven limousine to bring you here instead of the cab you usually take. The same driver and car will bring your handsome fiance to the show." Spencer was surprised,

"I can't thank you ladies enough for making this special occasion even more special. Your generosity is boundless and I appreciate it." Patti Andrews asked her sisters and Leigh,

"How about we announce the engagement and then have our bride to be come onstage and sing " Busy as A Bee" then we go right into "Apple Blossom Time" and sing that song to the happy couple?" Her idea was quickly approved. Maxine Andrews asked Spencer,

"What do you think of singing that song to your fiance? Do you think he would object to being onstage?"

"Bill would love it. As you know, we both adore your music."

"Consider it done." Leigh and the famous trio started their rehearsal. Spencer was eager to see Guarnere's reaction to being onstage.

The show would be recorded live and played on the radio the following evening in the United States due to the difference in time zones.

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Leigh was waiting for the concierge to call and inform her that the driver was waiting by the front entrance.

"The Andrews Sisters are going all out for us tonight. I'm going in a limo to the theater. You will be picked up by the same driver when it's close to the time for our show to begin. A front row seat is reserved in your name." Bill grinned,

"Who'd believe that ol' Guarnere would get to ride in a fancy car wit' a driver? Baby, I'm really lookin' forward to this show.

Tomorrow night, the entire United States will hear you singin' on the radio." Spencer was starting to get nervous about performing.

"I know you mean well, Bill, but I wish you hadn't mentioned the radio broadcast. Honey, I'm nervous and a little bit scared." Guarnere wrapped his arms around Leigh,

"Sweetheart, I know you can do this. Like I told ya back in Aldebourne, ain't nothin' wrong wit' bein' nervous. Just turn your fear into the best goddamn performance o' your life. I know that you're gonna be a big hit tonight. Ol' Guarnere ain't never wrong." Bill gave her a tender kiss, adding,

"I believe in you an' I love ya, Leigh." Spencer returned the kiss,

"Thanks for the pep talk and thanks for believing in me. I love you, too, Bill. I think I'll do what I did before the USO competition and pretend I'm singing to you and you alone." He smiled,

"Now you're cookin' wit' gas. I need to shave an' put on my dress uniform. If the car comes for ya while I'm gettin' ready, I'll see ya at the show."

"You'll get a call when the driver is here. I'm looking forward to seeing a certain handsome paratrooper in the front row." Guarnere kissed Leigh,

"Baby, I wouldn't miss this show for anythin'." The telephone rang and Spencer answered. She thanked the concierge and ended the call.

"The driver is waiting, so I'll see you at the show, Honey." She picked up her purse.

"You're gonna be great tonight, Sweetheart. I'd better get movin'." Guarnere left the room and Spencer put on a tailored charcoal gray wool coat. The coat had dark gray buttons accented with tiny flecks of gold coloring. She left the suite, heading for the front entrance of the hotel.

The driver saw Leigh exiting the hotel and he got out of the limousine and went around the car to open the rear passenger door. She thanked the driver and got into the limo and the driver took her to the theater.

Once Spencer arrived at the stage door, she went into her dressing room. The Andrews Sisters had three hairdressers on the payroll and they brought along an extra hairdresser for Leigh.

Spencer was extremely impressed with the skill of the woman styling her hair. Leigh's hair had been extra curly and frizzy due to light snow and a bit of elevated humidity. When the stylist used a curling iron to smooth the excessive curls, her hair looked silky.

Leigh thanked the hairdresser and the woman departed the dressing room. Spencer opened a garment bag and removed the dress that was custom made by the Andrews Sisters' costume designer.

The dress was made of lightweight red velvet covered with dyed to match red handmade lace. It had capped sleeves and a flared skirt. The bodice and sleeves had crystals the size of rhinestones strategically placed to reflect the stage lights. Spencer was pleased that the neckline of her dress would showcase the angel necklace.

Since Leigh was already wearing her bra and panties, she put on her garter belt and stockings, the girdle she detested and a slip. Spencer added open toed black high heeled shoes with narrow straps that fastened around her ankles.

She sat at the dressing table and carefully applied a hint of rouge, powder, eyeliner, a touch of eyebrow pencil, mascara, a new shade of lipstick that matched her dress and nail polish that matched her lipstick.

Meanwhile, Bill had shaved. He put on his dress uniform, ensuring that his Jump Wings, Silver Star ribbon and Combat Infantryman Badge on the left front of his uniform jacket and the Presidential Army Unit Citation with one oak leaf cluster on the right front of his jacket were on straight. A valet from the hotel delivered Guarnere's Corcoran boots that were polished to perfection.

Soon, the telephone rang and Bill went downstairs to the lobby and met the driver of the limousine who opened the door for Guarnere. Bill thanked him and they departed for the theater. He had time to enjoy a cigarette during his ride through the streets of Paris.

Guarnere stopped by the ticket office of the theater and he picked up his ticket for a seat at the end of the center aisle of the first row. Bill noticed that the theater was filled with servicemen and a few civilians.

The prospect of attending a live performance by his favorite group was exciting in and of itself for Bill. Knowing that his fiancee was performing in the show alongside the famous trio made him feel proud and elated. The fact that Leigh would be heard by most of the United States the next evening was icing on the cake, as far as Bill was concerned.

A radio announcer with a microphone and recording equipment was in the wings of the theater's backstage area. A few technicians were on hand to ensure that the radio program was successfully recorded.

Backstage, a messenger knocked on the door of Leigh's dressing room. She opened the door and smiled when she saw a small white box in the man's hands. Spencer thanked him, gave him a tip and closed the door.

She took the box to the dressing table and opened it. Leigh took out a corsage of three white Sweetheart Roses with rose leaves and a delicate, thin, gold colored bow. Spencer smiled as she read the card,

"Baby, you will be a star tonight. You can do this. All my love, Bill." She carefully pinned the corsage to her dress.

Guarnere went to the main desk the day before while Spencer was at rehearsal. He found a helpful older man who exchanged Bill's American currency for French currency, saving Guarnere the hassle of going to a bank.

The concierge helped Bill place the order with a florist, who told him that white roses would show up better on a red dress. Bill thanked the man for his help and left a generous tip.

Leigh and the Andrews Sisters did some vocal exercises to warm up before the show. The sisters wore their trademark military inspired uniforms and hats. Patti looked through a small opening in the curtain and she told the other women,

"We have a packed house tonight, girls." Leigh took a look through the opening of the curtain and smiled when she saw Bill. Knowing he was in the audience made her feel more at ease.

The emcee walked onstage. Standing before one of the microphones on the stage, he said,

"Servicemen, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the concert. We're recording live tonight and the broadcast will be played on CBS radio in the states tomorrow night.

This evening, our show will be transmitted live for all servicemen and women who are here in Europe. Our servicemen and women in the Pacific Theater will have this show on the radio tomorrow night.

Please allow me to introduce the best female singing group in the world, the Andrews Sisters and Leigh Spencer, a USO singer chosen to perform with them.

The curtain was raised and the four singers walked onstage. Each woman took her place in front of a microphone. Bill had a big smile on his face as he saw Leigh with the corsage pinned on her dress.

Maxine told the military personnel in the audience,

"We're honored to perform for the men and women who are serving our country. Since we're broadcasting to military bases here in Europe, I'm going to ask our special guest performer if she would like to say a few words to some folks she knows.

Besides performing for the USO, Leigh Spencer is serving our country as a WAAC." The audience applauded for Spencer.

"I'd like to say hello to the finest bunch of paratroopers in service, the men of Easy Company, the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment, 101st Airborne Division. I've been a Clerical WAAC for the offices of the 506th since 1942. This regiment has an excellent captain and former CO, Captain Richard Winters and the finest Colonel, Robert Sink."

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Back at the Army base in Holland, the Easy Company men, Winters, Bull, Melissa and Colonel Sink were in the mess hall listening to the broadcast. They were very pleased to hear themselves mentioned on the radio. Winters had a grin on his face when he heard his name mentioned and the usually stern Sink was smiling.

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The show began with the Andrews Sisters and Leigh performing the sisters' biggest hits. Spencer felt at home onstage once she started singing and she was determined to give her finest performance. Bill thought,

"This is the best singin' I've heard from Leigh. She's goin' all out tonight!" Midway through the show, Laverne Andrews told the audience,

"We have some happy news about our very talented guest singer. Leigh Spencer got engaged last night to the man she met at Camp Toccoa, Georgia, Staff Sergeant Bill Guarnere."

When the men of Easy Company, Captain Winters, Colonel Sink, Bull and Melissa heard this on the radio, they applauded and cheered. The audience in the theater applauded. Andrews said,

"We would like to have Staff Sergeant Guarnere join us onstage. How about it, Bill?" Guarnere had a beaming smile on his face as he walked up the steps leading to the stage. An assistant backstage brought a chair out for him. Bill sat down and he winked at Leigh. Maxine said,

"Leigh is going to sing for you and then we're going to sing a number for you and your bride to be." The big band orchestra played the lengthy introduction to "Busy as A Bee" and Spencer moved the microphone so she could be facing Bill and she began to sing,

"Busy as a bee, I'm buzz, buzz, buzzin'

Buzzin' the neighbors and breakin' the news.

Babblin' like a brook, I'm bab, bab, babblin'

Gather together the rice and old shoes.

Busy as a bee, I'm buzz, buzz, buzzin'

Spreading the wedding all over the town.

Bidding all the boys a big, big bye-bye,

Me and my honey are settlin' down.

Oh, you've put a certain sound in my heart.

It's sweet music that I hear.

With you buzzin' all around in my heart

I know heaven is near.

We've got everybody and his cousin

Talkin' it over and makin' a fuss.

Busy as a bee, I'm buzz, buzz, buzzin'

Happy, so happy it happened to us."

Bill and the audience applauded loudly. Leigh walked over to stand beside Guarnere. He gently pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her. The sisters began the song,

"I'll be with you in apple blossom time. On the day that I change your name to mine.

One day in May, I'll come and say,

Happy the bride that the sun shines on today.

What a wonderful wedding there will be.

What a wonderful day for you and me.

Church bells will chime.

You will be mine in apple blossom time."

There was an instrumental and Patti Andrews repeated the verses of the song again. Bill and Leigh were smiling throughout the song. The announcer said,

"The sergeant has his fiancee sitting on his lap and he has his arms around her. They appear to be very much in love." Guarnere and Spencer joined the audience in applauding when the song was finished. Bill gave Leigh a tender kiss before returning to his seat with a smile on his face and a bit of red lipstick on his lips.

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At the Army base Mess Hall, the Easy Company men applauded for Leigh after she sang. They were surprised when Bill joined the Andrews Sisters onstage. George Luz grinned,

"You know that Wild Bill is just eating this up with a spoon. That lucky bastard!" The men agreed with Luz. Buck Compton remarked,

"It's a nice touch for the Andrews Sisters to sing to Bill and Leigh. Boys, the announcer is telling us something we've known for a long time about them being 'very much in love.'" George Luz chimed in,

"Next thing you know, the announcer will tell us another amazing fact, that water is wet." The men laughed as the radio announcer commented,

"The sergeant just returned to his seat with some of his fiancee's lipstick remaining on his lips."

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When Bill took his seat, an Army serviceman tapped him on the shoulder,

"Buddy, you've got lipstick on your lips. Congratulations on your engagement." Guarnere thanked him and removed the lipstick with his handkerchief. Maxine Andrews said,

"Our guest singer is called The Songbird of the 506th and the following song is her signature number. Here's Leigh Spencer singing " Stuff Like That There."

The audience members were on their feet, clapping along with the music. Spencer got a standing ovation and had to do three curtain calls before the show could continue. Bill felt a moment of sadness when he thought,

"I wish Henry could've heard this show." Guarnere missed his brother and was still mourning his loss. Bill's mood lifted when he imagined the reaction his mother would have when she heard Leigh singing on the radio and learning that Bill was included in the show.

"The whole neighborhood will hear her yellin'. Hell, I'll probably hear her all the way across the ocean!"

Before doing the final number, Leigh went to her dressing room to change into her WAAC uniform. When the Andrews Sisters' manager contacted the Commander of the WAACs in Iowa to ask if Leigh could perform in her uniform, he was told that the dignity of the uniform might be compromised if it would be worn as a costume.

The agent assured the commander that the uniform and the WAACs would be honored. Permission was granted and Leigh was permitted to wear her hair down for the songs in which she would appear in her uniform.

While the Andrews Sisters sang a song, Leigh got into her uniform and pinned her corsage on the lapel of her jacket. Maxine Andrews told the audience,

"For our last number, we wanted our guest to wear her uniform so we could dress alike, more or less. Leigh, come on out and help us with this number."

The audience applauded as Spencer walked out in her uniform. Laverne Andrews looked at the stripes on Leigh's jacket sleeves,

"Girls, we're outranked. We'd better ask Sergeant Spencer if she would like to perform with us." Sergeant Spencer told them that she would love to sing with them.

They began their biggest hit, "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy." The audience clapped in rhythm with their singing. The sisters and Leigh did a complicated dance routine, making it look effortless.

The audience gave them a standing ovation. Patti Andrews thanked the audience,

"How can we refuse such a nice group of people?" She asked her sisters and Leigh,

"Ready girls?" They answered,

"Yes" in unison. Their encore number was another upbeat favorite, "Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree." This time, the audience stood up and clapped their hands in time with the music. The song received a tremendous amount of applause.

Laverne Andrews thanked the audience, asking them,

"Would you like to hear another number from our guest singer?" The applause was very loud.

"Here's Leigh with 'Thanks for the Boogie Ride." The sisters left the stage and the band leader stood at a microphone. He would sing with Spencer. The upbeat song brought a loud, lengthy round of applause.

The sisters returned onstage and thanked the audience for a wonderful evening. Maxine Andrews asked,

"How about a hand for the very talented bride to be, Leigh Spencer." To Leigh's surprise, the audience, including Bill, gave her a standing ovation, applauding loudly. She had a beaming smile on her face as she looked at the audience. The radio announcer reported,

"The audience is giving Miss Spencer a standing ovation." In Holland, the Easy Company men, Winters, Sink, Bull and Melissa were applauding and cheering.The colonel remarked,

"That girl is extremely talented and she's honored the 506th tonight." George Luz had a huge smile on his face as he said,

"Leigh is one hell of a singer! This couldn't have happened to a nicer person." Dick Winters grinned, commenting,

"Would you believe that Leigh asked me if I thought she was good enough to audition for the USO job?"

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The show had ended and as the audience began to file out of the theater, Bill was getting ready to go outside to wait for Leigh by the stage door. Laverne Andrews saw him,

"Come on backstage, Bill. There's no need for you to go outside." Guarnere thanked her,

"You and your sisters were somethin' else tonight. I really enjoyed the show." Andrews thanked him,

"Your fiancee was phenomenal, Bill." Guarnere grinned and replied as he walked up the steps leading to the stage,

"Excuse my language, Miss Andrews, my baby done one hell of an amazin' job!" Once he was on the stage, Laverne showed him where Spencer's dressing room was located.

Bill thanked her. He noticed that the door was open. Guarnere walked into the room, embracing and kissing Leigh.

"Honey, you done the best singin' I've ever heard ya do! I'm so goddamned proud of ya!"

"Thanks, Bill." Guarnere heard approaching footsteps and turned around. Maxine Andrews told a man with a large camera,

"She's in here." Andrews told Guarnere and Leigh,

"This gentleman is from the Paris newspaper. He doesn't speak English and he wants a picture of you and Leigh." Spencer asked,

"Maxine, would you and your sisters have a picture taken with us since a photographer is here? This would be a lovely memento of the concert."

"Let me get Patty and Laverne, they're next door. It would be a great way for us to commemorate the performance by the best USO singer we had as our guest."

True to her word, Maxine brought her sisters into Leigh's dressing room. Guarnere and Spencer sat next to each other in chairs while the famous trio stood behind them.

They thanked the sisters for posing with them. Next, Bill and Leigh agreed to pose for a picture that would appear in the Paris newspaper. Spencer spoke to the photographer in his native language. The man said something that made her smile. She told Guarnere,

"He said that the newspaper wants a picture of the brilliant singer and her fiance." Leigh wrote down their names for the reporter and asked for a copy of both pictures. The Andrews Sisters also wanted a copy of the picture in which they posed. The reporter promised to send the photographs right away. Before leaving the dressing room, Maxine told Leigh,

"You really are the best USO singer we've had performing with us. You've got it, Kid!" Spencer thanked her,

"I didn't expect the standing ovation or any attention from the media." Andrews grinned,

"You earned it, Leigh. Whenever you and Bill are ready to go, the driver is waiting."

"Thanks so much for the star treatment."

"We're glad you and Bill enjoyed it." She left the dressing room. Spencer went over to stand behind a large screen.

"Honey, I just need to change my clothes and we can go. Thanks for the beautiful roses." Leigh removed her uniform, placing it in a garment bag that she had brought the day before the show. Then she put on her long sleeved red dress, carefully pinning her corsage on it.

She took the garment bag and walked around the screen.

""It was my pleasure, Baby." Bill helped Leigh into her coat, adding, "Honey, I think ya just became a singin' star tonight."

"I think my sweet fiance is getting ahead of himself a little bit. Honey, the show hasn't been on the radio in the States. It would be an honor to be recognized, but I've already made a decision about a singing career." Guarnere pulled up a chair for her and he found another for himself.

"Sweetheart, will ya please sit down? We need to talk about this. You know I ain't got a problem wit' ya singin'. Baby, even Maxine Andrews said you got talent. She's an authority on knowin' if a singer is good or bad. I think, honest to God, that you could be a famous singer." Leigh took Bill's hand,

"Yes, this would be my dream come true. It's what I've wanted for a long time, but I have another dream, too. How could I be a devoted wife if I'm performing all over the country? My dream of becoming your wife is well on its way to becoming true.

Bill, I dream of having a family with you. Anything else is secondary. I want to be the mother of your children. There's no way I could properly care for and raise children if I'm rarely home.

There's another point to be made. Maybe what I'm thinking would never take place, but you might reasonably resent me for being gone so much. You might even decide to marry another woman who would be content to be at home.

I will not allow someone else to step in and take the love of my life, our happy home and our babies." Guarnere realized that Leigh had been giving the matter a great deal of thought.

"Baby, you can't throw away the opportunity of a lifetime if it comes to ya. You know how much I love you. I ain't about to take up wit' some South Philly broad an' give up my angel. As far as family goes, we can work somethin' out. You could be passin' up the life of sell out audiences, concerts an' doin' what ya love." Leigh reached up to tenderly cup Bill's face in her hands,

"It wouldn't be much of a life without you. I appreciate what you've told me, it's good, solid advice, but my mind is made up. Honey, I want to be a wife and mother. That's what matters most to me.

Maybe I could get a job singing on the radio. New York City would be accessible by train and radio shows are five days a week. Please don't be angry with me." Guarnere gave her a passionate kiss. He broke the kiss a few moments later,

"Sweet Baby, I'm behind you one hundred percent, whatever ya decide. I love you, Leigh."

"I love you, too, Honey."

"How about we go back to the suite, maybe order somethin' to eat an' a few drinks? After that, I want to make love wit' the love o' my life." Bill gave her another passionate kiss and they left the dressing room, hand in hand as they walked to the limousine parked at the stage door exit.

They returned to the hotel suite and ordered supper with a nice bottle of wine. After listening to the radio, Guarnere and Leigh made love and snuggled together until they went to sleep.

@ethereal-jumpwings @celie-voss @cagzzz107 @stinkyrat09 @lizziebitch33 @wontyoutakeitback @alluringmoonlightbabe @marycorleone @bellewintersroe @f1-and-shiz @bookfansworld @havaneselover08 @breadsprinkles @theretroloverofmusic @brassknucklespeirs

#bill guarnere #william guarnere #wild bill guarnere #band of brothers imagine #mrsalwayswrite #vintagelavenderskies #valhallavalkyrie9 #bill guarnere imagine #rogue-barnes-durin-main

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llrose-angelll · 2 years

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Electric Stay

Summary:

The superstar turned queen Seafoam Wave is coming to stay at Trollstopia for a whole week to be with her techno girlfriends! Poppy however becomes worried if the queen would like Trollstopias customs and if she doesn’t if she’d tell Trollex of her complaints.

Episode:

-Poppy and Synth are talking by the beach before Rose excitedly runs up to them-

Rose: POPPYYYYYY!!! POPPY POPPY POPPY!

Poppy: ROSE! ROSE! ROSE!

Synth: Baby what’s up? I’ve never seen you this excited since Seafoam asked to be your friend!

Rose: about that…Poppy, you know Queen Seafoam right?

-Val suddenly appears-

Val: SEAFOAM?! THE TECHNO SUPERMODEL?! WHOS SO FAMOUS SHE EVEN ENDED UP ON MAGAZINES IN VOLCANO ROCK CITY?!?!

Synth: Yo where did you come from?!

Poppy: Val…You know her?

Val: Of course I do! I mean…Yeah she’s cool I guess…

Rose: well…I just got a letter from her, she’s coming here from Techno Reef to have a GIRLS NIGHT!!!

Poppy and Val: SHE IS?!?!

Rose: she’s on her way now she’d be arriving in at least an hour!

-a fancy black and white eel limousine arrives at the shore of the river they were next to, honking loudly-

Rose: Holy mackerel she’s early…

-Rose opened the door and a radiant blue light blinds them all-

Seafoam: LETS GET THIS RUNWAY STARTED!

-the lights clear up to reveal Seafoam wearing a anemone boa and black cat-eye shades.-

Seafoam: Rose! Come here my adorable lil tadpole!

-Seafoam hugs Rose tightly then turns to synth to greet him-

Rose: I’m Queen Seafoams “cute lil tadpole”-

Val: She’s so, Casual!

Seafoam: so what’s first on our girls day out??

Val: we’re having a girls day out?!

Seafoam: You bet’cha…Val Thundershock right?

-Val has a stroke-

Seafoam: I think my work is done here. Rose! Be a doll and show me where we’re sleeping!

Poppy: I can’t wait for Seafoam to see the customs here at trollstopia!

Val: wait…but what if she doesn’t like it here??

Poppy: what would make you think that??

Val: cause she’s queen in all?? And what if she tells King Trollex?!

Poppy: I never thought of it that way.

Synth: aren’t you two overreacting a little??

Val: Synth…Not now! Girls talk!

Synth: oh of course why don’t you kick me in the lagoon while your at it…

-Seafoam runs into Synth, shoving him into the ocean by mistake-

Seafoam: What are you girls waiting for?! Let’s get girls partying.

-Seafoam continues her original path whilst Poppy and Val followed-

Poppy: what do you suggest we do??

Val: We make this a Royal girls night out.

Poppy: you mean…?

Val: all of the fanciest places, the best activities, and…

Poppy: No need to continue, I get it…

-a montage of Poppy and Val trying to adjust to make sure Seafoam doesn’t see the true Trollstopia-

-part one is Seafoam visiting the classical restaurant and not enjoying it that much. So Poppy makes sure that the restaurant was at its most best. She proceeds to turn up the marshmallow burners to “Super high “. As you may guess the place caught on fire.-

-part two Val and Poppy have to deal with a bunch of techno trolls having a small fun performance. She looked dull so Val told them to crank it up a notch. This repeated until the rave had gotten too far even for techno trolls and the power in half of trollstopia went out-

-finally part three Seafoam was heading home and Val and Poppy realized the place looked “horrible”. They spend hours stalling Seafoam and rebuilding the house to look “Royal”-

-they return once the place is done-

Seafoam: my goodness that was…Something…

-she notices the place looks different-

Seafoam: this place is also…Something…

Poppy: Do you like it??

Seafoam: one could say that…

Rose -whispering to Poppy-: What did you do to the place?!

Poppy -whispering back-: I know it’s different but bare with me!

- Rose, still confused, sets her bags next to a bed-

Seafoam: we’ll I liked today. I hope tomorrow will be better…

Val: you didn’t like today??

Seafoam: one can say…

-Poppy winces-

Poppy: I promise I will make tomorrow even better than today!

Seafoam: of course you will! ☺️ it’s your job!

-Poppy smiles then they fall asleep-

-the next day…-

Poppy -whispering-: Val!

Val: what?

Poppy: I need your help making another activity for Seafoam!

Val: Poppyyyy it’s really early…

Poppy: I know but…I promise it’ll be worth it!

-they get up and set up a huge Techno Troll surf race-

-in the morning they wake Seafoam up-

Seafoam: Iss…The limousine broken down…

-she lifts up her eye covers-

Poppy: there’s a huge competition at the lagoon!

Seafoam -rubbing her face-: Huuuge!..?

Val: yup! Huge!

-Seafoam groans before they drag her to the lagoon-

Seafoam: this better be good! Woke me up from an amazing dream!

-Synth (in his cheerleading uniform that he absolutely ✨SLAYS✨ in) walks beside Poppy-

Synth: the others are ready and Rose is getting food.

Poppy: great! Thank you again Synth for making this appearance!

Synth: Heyyy. Anything for a friend yo! But I still think your overreacting about this Seafoam being royal thing…

Poppy: I know you care Synth…But this is a girls thing…

Synth: Now I know how Dubstep feels…

-Rose returns-

Rose: I hope you do great out there Synth! Who are you rooting for?

Synth: I actually don’t know…Some Troll didn’t tell me!

-he narrows his big adorable eyes at poppy-

Rose: you’ll still do great out there!

Synth: thanks!

-the announcer starts as the race is beginning-

Synth: Alright im up…Wish me luck

Rose: Love you!

Synth: Love you more!

-they kiss before Synth leaves-

-Seafoam looked a bit down so Poppy tries to help-

Poppy: what’s the matter?

Seafoam: I uh…It’s hot out here. 🫥

-Val passes Poppy a fan as she immediately hands it to Seafoam who looked rather surprised-

Seafoam: I’m not sure where you got that from but okay…

Rose: they’ve been acting weird since you got here…It’s kinda weird-

-the horn blares-

Poppy: Look the race started!

-Okay I don’t exactly know how to discribe what exactly happened but to make things short and easy to understand. Some a-hole Techno troll girl was overachieving and knocking over others. One of the techno trolls she knocked over hit synths stand and he falls into the water (I have funny diolouge for that)-

Rose: SYNTH! -she jumps in to help him-

Rose: Are you okay?!

Synth: they ruined my pompoms 🥺

-after that another out of control racer runs into the announcers stand and sends it crashing to the ground, causing a big fire. The race obviously ends and all of the wounded racers are complaining-

Seafoam: WHAT. THE. HECK. WAS. THAT?!

Random TT: It was POPPYS attempt at putting on a show to impress you!

Seafoam: WHAT?!

Poppy: Wait! Seafoam!

Seafoam: Poppy is that true?!

Poppy: I’m sorry…I just wanted you to enjoy your time here!

Seafoam: you didn’t have to do anything to make things better here! Rose already told me this place was great! Why would you do such a thing anyway??

Val: well…You are queen and all…

Seafoam: are you SERIOUS?! You pulled off all of this just because I’m married to the KING?! Just because I’m a queen doesn’t mean I’m any different than I was when I was single!

Poppy: I’m sorry! I’ll fix this I promise-

Seafoam: No need…I’m outta here!!

-she leaves to pack her things-

-Poppy sighs as Synth approaches-

Poppy: I messed up…

Synth: Yup!

Poppy: I feel so bad…But…What could I possibly have done for someone like her?!

Synth: you could have just treated her like you do any other troll here at trollstopia!

-Poppy perks a little to listen-

Synth: Poppy…You realize that Seafoam is still adjusting to her new life right? She only became queen a few months ago…so obviously it’s hard for her to get used to what comes with it. And you pushing yourself so far just to stereotype what she likes and doesn’t like…Is probably really hurtful to her…

Poppy: how could I possibly make things up to her..?

Rose: maybe go back to our original plans? The casual ones?

-Poppy thinks. Then heads to Seafoam who was just about to leave-

Poppy: Seafoam…Wait…

-Seafoam pauses, her back still facing Poppy-

Poppy: I’m sorry for stereotyping you…I should have just treated you like any other friend…

Seafoam: why did you keep pushing things further?

Poppy: because you looked like you weren’t enjoying it!

Seafoam: what makes you say that?

Poppy: well…you were smiling with your eyes but…you were kinda frowning…

Seafoam: That’s my model face!

Poppy: Oh…That explains a lot…

Seafoam: I’m sorry for making you think that way…it’s just that being queen is hard…

Poppy: Tell me about it…Here, you can leave if you want. But next time you come, I’ll be sure to make the atmosphere more comfortable for you.

Seafoam: as a matter of fact…Under those circumstances…I think I might stay. As long as you treat me like a friend, not a queen.

Poppy: sounds fine by me!

-the two giggle and leave to go back to their friends-

-the end :D-

Ik it’s overdue but I had it scheduled but it never posted .-.

#trolls world tour #trolls #king trollex #dreamworks #trollstopia #dreamworks trolls #trolls oc #synth #rossane pixelnote #fanfic

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hyhbruh9yo1mj7bro · 4 hours

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Michael Jackson and Freddie Mercury

Most people know that Michael Jackson and Freddie Mercury met in the early 80's and recorded three songs (State Of Shock, There Must Be More To Life Than This, Victory) that unfortunately went unrecorded. (Michael Jackson also chatted with Brian in 1980.) State of Shock was completed by Michael along with Mick Jagger. "But what about the llama? She was the problem! Freddie Mercury said that because of their tight schedule they couldn't record everything, and also because there wasn't enough manpower. But they had Peter Freestone with them and he, as we know, started writing nasty things about Freddie when they had a fight in 1986, which is when the rumors about the llama or the chimpanzee started.

Anyway, there are pictures of Michael Jackson with Freddie Mercury. There are also probably some of Michael himself somewhere at Queen concerts from 1980-1983....

JUST HERE TO SEE A FRIEND.”

Michael is politely trying to sidestep an inquiring young woman decked out with the latest video equipment. She blocks the corridor leading to the warren of dressing rooms beneath the L.A. Forum.

“Can I tell my viewers that Michael Jackson is a Queen fan?”

“I’m a Freddie Mercury fan,” he says, slipping past her into a long room crowded with Queen band members, wives, roadies and friends. A burly man with the look of a linebacker is putting lead singer Freddie Mercury through a set of stretching exercises that will propel his road-weary muscles through the final show of the group’s recent U.S. tour. The band is merry. Michael is shy, standing quietly at the door until Freddie spots him and leaps up to gather him in a hug.

Freddie invited Michael. He has been calling all week, mainly about the possibility of their working together. They’ve decided to try it on the Jacksons’ upcoming album. Though they are hardly alike – Freddie celebrated a recent birthday by hanging naked from a chandelier – the two have been friendly since Michael listened to the material Queen had recorded for The Game and insisted that the single had to be “Another One Bites the Dust.”

“Now, he listens to me, right Freddie?”

“Righto, little brother.”

The linebacker beckons. Freddie waves his cigarette at the platters of fruit, fowl and candy. “You and your friends make yourselves comfortable.”

Our escort, a sweet-faced, hamfisted bodyguard, is consulting with security about seat locations. There had been girls lurking outside the condo when Michael sprinted to the limousine, girls peering through the tinted glass as the door locks clicked shut. This was all very puzzling to Michael’s guest, who was waiting in the car.

He is a real friend, one of the civilians, so normal as to pass unseen by the jaded eyes of celebrity watchers. He has never been to a rock concert, nor has he ever seen Michael perform. He says he hopes to, but mainly, they just hang out together. Sometimes his younger brother even tags along. Most of the time they just talk “just regular old stuff,” says the friend. For Michael, it is another kind of magic.

At the moment, though, it’s show business as usual. Gossip, to be specific. Michael is questioning a dancer he knows about the recent crises of a fallen superstar. Michael wants to know what the problem is. The dancer mimes his answer, laying a finger alongside his nose. Michael nods, and translates for his friend: “Drugs. Cocaine.”

Michael admits that he seeks out such gossip, and listens again and again as the famous blurt out their need for escape. “Escapism,” he says. “I totally understand.”

But addictions are another thing. “I always want to know what makes good performers fall to pieces,” he says. “I alway try to find out. Because I just can’t believe it’s the same things that get them time and time again.” So far, his own addictions – the stage, dancing, cartoons – have been free of toxins.

Something’s working on Michael now, but it is nothing chemical. He’s buzzing like a bumblebee trapped in a jelly jar. It’s the room we’re in, he explains. So many times, he’s stretched and bounced and whipped up on his vocal chords right here, got crazy in here, pumping up, shivering like some flighty race horse as he wriggled into his sequined suit.

“I can’t stand this,” he fairly yells. “I cannot sit still.”

Just before he must be held down for his own good, Randy Jackson rockets into the room, containing his brother in a bear hug, helping him dissipate some of the energy with a short bout of wrestling. This is not the same creature who tried to hide behind a potato chip.

Now Michael is boxing with the bodyguard, asking every minute for the time until the man mercifully claps a big hand on the shoulder of his charge and says it: “Let’s go.”

Mercury and company have already begun moving down the narrow hall, and before anyone can catch him, Michael is drawn into their wake, riding on the low roar of the crowd outside, leaping up to catch a glimpse of Freddie, who is raising a fist and about to take the stairs to the stage.

“Ooooh, Freddie is pumped,” says Michael. “I envy him now. You don’t know how much.”

Part two?

#michael jackson #mj #freddie mercury #queen band #80s

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bobonyourfeed · 6 months

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somthinf for my all babygirls

mollybellamichailapumpkinaddyfridastellapekoestomp specialty

CHAPTER NEW!

“i heard if you flip a coin in the montanas bathroom a genie will grant you three wishes.” addy cutely announces while walking off the plane

“it’s true i saw it on mothercains tumblr” pumpkin adds btw

everyone’s scootin off the plane into their rental limousine.. romantic if i do say so myself (😉)

bella and molly were seated in the very back, there was red lights in the limo… 🤯 and plenty more luxurious touches

they had a personal driver, he said his name was adrian idk lolz weird

“Where y’all folks headed!” adrian or sum like that said lolz

“could you drop us off a montana’s please and thank yew!!” -addy

adrian turns back to addy “the montanas in chattanooga?”

“ooltewah but yeah”

sophie thatcher was thirsty!!! “i need a drink” she grabs a big ol wine bottle, taking after cristina ricci tbh

luckily molls and bells were in the back together, the others seated up front more (🥰) romantic tbh

bella was the happiest gal alive!! she spotted a diet coke.. this is legendary tbh

molly decided to have a peek around the limo. she spots a mirror “when did i get this sexy..” she cutely whispers to herself

she was thinking about how cute she was until she heard chanting.. wat

“CHUG CHUG CHUG” everyone was cheering on bella! she was chugging diet coke!!

when she was on her 4th one

“WOOOOOOO”

…

who was that?

they all looked at each other confused, addy turns to adrian “hey buddy what’s all that ruckus in the trunk?”

“oh that would be boygenius they needed a ride”

“WHAT?” bella thinks this day is getting better and better!! she pulls out a pen

“AUTOGRAPH PLS AUTOGRAPH PLS”

they all sign her shirt and all of a sudden molly barges in the moment..

“LUCY CAN I GET A KISS? ILL GIVE YOU $20”

“hey $20 is $20..” molly leans in for a big ol smooch, bella’s a bit sad.. she feels betrayed

they finally arrived at montanas!!! they sat down waiting for the waitress

“hey peeps welcome to montanas my name is stomp and i’ll be your waitress btw”

stomp!!! michailas dog!!!

addy looks at the cute gal beside her “you never told me stomp was a waitress!”

michailaqueen didn’t care “yeah it be like that”

they got their menus but bella didn’t even need to look. She knew her order loud and clear, chicken tacos for 16.99 and a root beer. ez

when stomp arrives with the drinks, they received PAPER straws 😡

“I WANT TO TALK TO YOUR MANAGER!!” pumpkin is fuming!! it’s dog vs dog

“she will be right with you ma’am”

pumpkin is in disbelief with this customer service. “this is ridiculous!”

bella is playing tic tac toe with molly (romantically) bella won 3 rounds already she’s tic tac toe and hoedown champion!!

they were interrupted by a cute southern voice “hey y’all my names jordy and im the manager what seems to be the issue here”

“JORDY I DO NOT TOLERATE PEOPLE LIKE YOU I WOULD LIKE A REFUND ASAP AND A PLASTIC STRAW PRONTO (and stomp in a maid costume)”

“yes ma’am” -JORDAN HENRY

she cutely walks away and stomp shows up holding a plastic straw just for pumpkin

everyone was chilling waiting for their food until..

“HAPPY HAPPY MARRIAGE FROM MONTANAS TO YEW.. HAPPY HAPPY MARRIAGE FROM MONTANAS TO YEW..” everyone in the restaurant was cheering!

boygenius started performing cool about it as a backround tune after the montanas workers left

“what’s going on” bella was confused or sum tbh

molly thought this was the perfect moment “bella cutie oh how i love thee..”

addy and michaila started throwing confetti “ITS HAPPENINGGG!!!”

“will you marry me?”

“YESSSSS MOLLY I WILL I WILLLL!!!”

and ya! love you guys don’t forget to smile!

mella wedding??? 🤯🤯🤯😱😱😱😳😳🤯🫢🫢🫢😨😨😨🙀🙀🙀

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What's Contained In Funeral Plans

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bonky-n-steeb · 2 years

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— bodyguard! bucky barnes x popstar! reader

summary || you cannot resist your mysterious, grumpy and sexy bodyguard, Bucky Barnes. (bodyguard au)

warnings || unprotected sex. car sex. daddy kink. dom/sub undertones. fingering. dirty talk. petname (princess). pining. PWP. — MINORS DNI

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The glitter on your eyelids and the sweat dripping off your forehead sparkled in the focus of bright lights as you bent down for a final bow.

The audience roared rowdily as you as you waved them goodbye and walked away from their eyes and into the darkness of the backstage.

You shut off your mic and discarded all the wires on your body before starting to jump around in excitement. “It was amazing! Everyone loved it!” Wanda, your manager, clapped with exhilaration.

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Wan, I can’t believe this!” You hugged her tightly and you were both jumping on the spot with excitement.

“I knew you’d do it! I just knew!” Wanda wasn’t just your manager but your best friend and confidante too. And when no one else had believed in you, she had.

This wasn’t your very first concert, but still every concert for you was just as important. The thrill of singing in front of the mob of people who loved you was better than any drug.

“Come on! Let’s get you into the car before they come swarming in.” Fame came with pros and cons. The love of your fans was both, a pro and a con.

Sometimes it got a little too much and people forgot you were a real human with emotions rather than a part of your their fantasy.

You nodded to Wanda and your eyes search for one man specifically among the mass of people working backstage.

“Where’s Bucky?” You asked Wanda as you both started walking. “He’s waiting outside to escort you to the car.” Wanda informed as you two hurried past everyone.

You were wearing a short checkered skirt and thigh high boots. You paired that with a corset top which made you feel sexy as fuck.

You had defied expectations and marched to your own rhythm right since the beginning. And at this point, you didn’t care what people commented about your body.

You were tired and exhausted after performing for so long but the instant you saw Bucky, you quickly improved your posture and tried appearing energetic.

James Bucky Barnes code named the winter soldier, was a high profile bodyguard, you had hired. He previously worked for President Steve Rogers, and even you didn’t know till now how you afforded him.

He was broody and mysterious and mouth-wateringly handsome. His sharp jawline and steel blue eyes could make you dizzy with just one look.

You didn’t know much about him, but at the same time, you knew his weirdest little habits like how he listed down all the things he had to do in a day and that he owned a cute white cat, alpine.

He just gave a quick nod, and didn’t even say a word more as you walked besides him. He was constantly checking your periphery to see if you were away from harms way.

You sighed when you finally hoped into the limousine and Bucky followed close by while Wanda stayed back to ensure everything ended smoothly.

“Did you like the show?” You wiggled happily as you asked him. Bucky was in a grumpy mood 24x7 and today was no different.

“It was good.” He stated flatly as the car started. “Only good? Not excellent? Not outstanding? Not out of this world?” You always shamelessly flirted with Bucky and he resisted.

“It was really good.” Some days you wanted to punch Bucky, this was one of those days. “Okay.” You just grunted and turned your head away. But what you didn’t notice was the way his lips smirked up as you acted out.

Bucky wordlessly thrusted a water bottle in your hand and you greedily gulped down the much needed water with some droplets slipping past your lips.

Bucky’s eyes refused to move away from the stray droplets as they disappeared past your cleavage. He knew he should avert his eyes but he was just not able to.

He wanted to lick clean each of those droplets and fuck you until you begged him to stop. He always acted restrained and grumpy because otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

You caught him staring and you didn’t know what was in the air, but you wanted nothing more than Bucky to just hold you down and fuck you into oblivion right in this car.

You purposely let the bottle slip out of your hand and spill on the floor. “Oops!” You you giggled and bent down to pick it up from the floor.

You knew Bucky was getting a great view of your ass from beneath the really short skirt, and that’s exactly what you wanted.

You wiggled your ass, pretending to be innocent, as you chased the bottle which was laying right in front of you.

Bucky’s hand was itching with the need of grabbing your ass. But Bucky was nothing if not professional. He folded his palm into a fist and clenched his jaw tight.

“Like something you see?” You teased as Bucky’s eyes were locked upon your ass. “Don’t tease me.” For the first time, you were seeing his professionalism slip.

“Or what?” You bit your lower lip as you asked and the next thing you knew, you were being pulled into Bucky’s lap.

“You gotta learn some fucking manners, princess.” His hands kneaded your ass and you let out an unholy moan at the slightest touch.

“Please…” your panties were dripping already. “Please what princess?” His hot breath on your neck was making you shiver with anticipation.

“Please fuck me..” you were breathless and pure lust was flowing through your veins. He swatted your ass and your eyes flew open, when you hadn’t even realised when you closed them in the first place.

“You know better than that princess.” You just knew what he was asking for and you were more than willing to give it to him.

“Please fuck me… daddy!”

“Now that’s my girl!” His lips were instantly on yours and he kissed you like a desperate man finally finding his elixir.

You weaved your hands through his short trimmed hair and held him close to your face as you both kissed passionately.

It was as if all that pent up sexual tension was poring itself out of the box you had both sealed it shut with. You could feel his hard cock near your core and you grind down on it.

“Fuck princess!” His fingers wrapped around your panties and ripped them right through the middle giving him access to your pussy. “Da… daddy!”

His fingers rubbed your arousal around before entering your dripping hole. You choked on your breath as his thick fingers stretched you.

He pumped them in you and you writhed on his lap as he pulled out and pushed them in. He placed his other hand around your waist to hold you steady.

You couldn’t stop the moans that spilled out of your mouth. All you cared about, were Bucky’s thick fingers fucking your cunt.

“Daddy I need more! I need you!” You panted as he continued his ministrations. “You are still too tight princess.” You shook your head and protested.

“I need you now! I need to feel you, please daddy!” You whined and Bucky pulled his fingers out. “Please please please!” You mumbled as Bucky pulled his cock out of his pants. It was long and curved slightly and thick with veins running down his length.

You stroked it before lining it up with your wet hole. You sighed when his head entered you, but then, Bucky gripped your waist and thrusted up in a single movement making you squeal out. “Daddy!”

“Shhh princess, you don’t want the driver to listen to your pretty moans, now do you?” The screen between the driver and you was down. Yet you both knew that by now he definitely had heard what was going behind his back.

The fact that you could get caught was making you drip with arousal. Bucky’s hand gripped your nape and the other held your waist as he thrusted up into you.

“Oh.. fuck..! Hnnggg..” you were reduced to a whimpering mess as kept hitting your spot repeatedly. You threw your head back in ecstasy and his lips attached to your neck.

He nipped and sucked on your neck and shoulders and that combined with his hard thrusts, was making you quiver. You just knew this was going to be the best fuck of your life.

“Harder Bucky! Please, I need more.” Bucky was an itch you just couldn’t scratch. “Yeah? God, princess, what am I gonna do with you?”

Bucky pulled out and you clenched around the air, pathetically begging for more. Bucky flipped you on your stomach on the car seat and swiftly entered you from behind.

“Is this what you wanted, huh? You wanted daddy to fuck you hard?” This time he was fucking you hard enough to choke on his dick.

You tried clutching the leather seats but they didn’t have any give to them. So you just laid with your face down and ass up, and took what Bucky was giving you.

“I… I’m….” You could feel the coil in your stomach was close to snapping. “You’re gonna cum?” Bucky could feel you clenching around his length.

“Yes! Yes please!” Bucky was getting off on you begging for him. “Cum for me, princess.” His words were enough to send you spiralling down the deep crescent of climax.

Bucky clenched his teeth as you squeezed his cock. Feeling you flutter around him, he couldn’t stop himself either and after a few desperate thrusts he was coming deep inside you.

“We’ve reached your house ma’am.” You both heard the driver speak through the speaker and you and Bucky, both dissolved into a fit of giggles.

You both were panting and sweating while Bucky was still sheathed in you and yet, you both couldn’t stop your laughter.

Bucky groaned as he pulled out of your heat and saw his cum dripping down your messy folds. The animalistic part of him proudly preened as he had finally marked you as his.

“Did you like it soldier?” You asked as you got up in a sitting position. You could feel his cum drip down your legs and your rubbed them together as you squirmed.

“I loved it princess. What do you think about a second round?” You almost gawked when you noticed that his cock was already half hard. “I’m always down for a second round daddy!”

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randomshyperson · 3 years

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WANDA X READER - 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU - Final

Gif is not mine.

Summary: Pietro Maximoff is handsome and popular, but he can’t date before his twin sister. The problem is that no one can get close to his sister, Wanda Maximoff. To resolve the situation, a girl interested in Pietro bribes a colleague with a mysterious past to go out with Wanda and, who knows, try to win her over. Or The one directly inspired by 10 Things I Hate About You.

Words: 11,620K (Complete) /// Read on AO3 too || Part I

Warnings: PG, fluff, language.

She doesn't answer your messages during the weekend. So you don't press her. But then you are on the field, in physical education period, and she is practicing.

You sit on the bleachers, trying to focus on the math homework you needed to finish, when Monica joins you on the bench.

- Hey, girl. - She says hello as she sits down. And noticing your gaze shifting from the notebook to Wanda, she comments. - What happened between you two?

You sighed angrily.

- I did the right thing. - You comment with irony, but seeing Monica's frown in confusion, you add. - She wanted to kiss me after the party. I refused because she was drunk.

- But the plan was working! - said Monica.

- So what, you called the whole thing off.

Monica giggled, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

- Yeah, I know, but it was...it was before what happened. - She said, and you looked at her with confusion. - Pietro kissed me.

You blink and then laugh, shaking your head. And then Bruce comes to join you two.

- I just talked to Wanda. - He says. - Look, she said she hates you with the intensity of a thousand suns.

You let out a dry laugh, running your fingers through your hair.

- Thank you Bruce, that's very comforting to hear. - You tell him wryly, and he nods uncomfortably.

- Maybe she needs a day to calm down. - Monica says, and the three of you look toward the field, where Wanda was training veritably.

- Maybe two days. - You comment as you watch her knock a girl down.

//-//

You managed to fix most of your motorcycle. And then you found out that your mother punctured the tires, and you stormed angrily into her room.

- Have you completely lost your mind? - You shouted, and she just took off her glasses and crossed her legs while looking at you. - You slashed the tires on my motorcycle?

- I told you that you were grounded.

- That's ridiculous! - you say. - You don't have the slightest respect for my things.

- Don't talk to me that way. - She warned, and you let out a wry laugh.

- Be damn sure that when my bike is up and running, I'm out of here!

You shout before leaving the room, slamming the door.

You were coming out of geography class when Pepper Potts came to talk to you again.

She pulled you into a far corner behind the closet, and held out a hundred dollars to you.

- Take her to prom. - She said. - It's all here, limousine, clothes.

She pushed the money in your hands, but you pushed it back.

- I'm done with this game, Potts. - You retorted, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

You started to turn to leave, but Potts stepped in front of you.

- Hey, hey, wait. - She asked, and then pulled three more bills from her purse. - Three hundred dollars, okay? Come on, it's just a date.

You swallowed dryly as you accepted, trying to push to the back of your mind how wrong it was. And Potts smiled mischievously, then left.

//-//

You went back to the same record store in front of the laundry room where you found Wanda that other day. And you tried not to be so nervous.

Looking around, you found her walking around the shelves, and she was admiring a guitar. You put your hands in your pockets as you watched her put on the headphones and try the instrument, sitting down on one of the stools in the store.

You moved closer, and could see her reflection in the mirror a few feet away, but Wanda didn't see you, as her eyes were closed while her fingers danced on the guitar strings.

You smiled at the image, she looked so peaceful and comfortable. You couldn't disturb her. So you just left the store.

//-//

You saw Wanda again the next day. You didn't give up talking to her, and ended up going to the only bookstore in town that you knew sold the poetry that Wanda liked to read according to the list Monica had given you.

And while you were browsing the shelves, you found her looking distractedly at a stack of books. You walked over to her, following her across the opposite shelf, and when the shelf was over, you ended up in front of each other.

- Excuse me, miss. I'm looking for an Avengers comic book, have you seen any around? - You joked, but Wanda didn't smile, looking annoyed.

- What are you doing here?

- I hear you like poetry. - You answer and she sighs impatiently.

- You're so...

- Charming? - You interrupt with a smile, Wanda rolls her eyes as she walks away from you. - wholesome?

- Inopportune. - She says irritated. You bite your lip and walk toward her.

- You're not as mean as you think. - You tell her.

- And you're not as bad-ass as you think you are.

- Oh, someone still has her panties in a twist.

- Don’t for one minute think that you had any effect whatsoever on my panties.

You let out a smug chuckle.

- And where did I provoke?

- You provoked my vomit, nothing more. - She retorts, then grabs a comic book from the stack of books in front of her and slaps it against your chest, walking away.

You stare at the Avengers comic book in your hand for a few minutes before handing it back, completely impressed by the dialogue.

//-//

At break time, the day after your argument with Wanda, Monica and Bruce approach you in the snack line.

- She's still mad at me, people. - You tell them as you put some noodles on your tray.

- Look, you embarrassed her, you need to apologize. - Monica said and you frowned.

- I'm not going to apologize for not taking advantage of her drunken state! - You retort. - It's not my fault she's stubborn, and would rather be angry than admit she's wrong.

You finish your lunch and get out of line, Bruce and Monica follow you to the table. They don't sit with you, but watch you sit next to Carol at one of the circular tables.

- Come on, Y/N, try to think of something to please her. - Bruce says, and you roll your eyes.

- You can sing your apologies. - Mocks Carol from beside you, making you laugh. But then Bruce and Monica have serious expressions and you frown.

- Not a chance! - You warn them, but they are already letting out excited exclamations.

Carol starts laughing next to you.

- I have the perfect idea! - Monica says. - You can sing a romantic song in front of the whole school! Any girl would love it.

- I'd kill anyone who did that to me. - Carol mumbles humorously, and you laugh.

- Can I at least finish my lunch in peace? - you say, and Monica and Bruce nod in agreement. You point to the free chairs at your table, and they are very happy to sit with you.

//-//

And then you ended up outside the school again. After infiltrating the upper booth of the soccer field and getting a microphone and access to the outside speakers. You also had to pay the band guy, but you figured it was only worth it.

- You're just too good to be true. - You sang into the microphone as you walked out of the booth toward the stands. Your voice echoing across the field - Can't take my eyes of you. - You continued as you walked. All the students were looking around trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. - You'd be like heaven to touch. I wanna hold you so much. At long last love has arrived. And I thank God I'm alive - You sing and finally become visible to the people in the field. - You're just too good to be true. - You look for Wanda in the crowd in the distance, and sing the last part while looking and pointing at her. - Can't take my eyes of you.

And then the band starts playing, and you follow the beats, continuing to sing the song, as the crowd claps their hands and enjoys your performance.

You keep looking at Wanda throughout the song, and even as the security guards pull you off the field, you see that she is blushing, and smiling.

//-//

You end up in detention after hearing from Principal Harkness that she was impressed that you did romantic acts, and you laughed before leaving the office.

And then Professor Thanos was walking around the detention room, and stopped at the desk next to yours.

- You look nervous. - He said to the student who was sitting down.

- A little bit sir.

- You are sweating like a pig. - said Thanos.

- Yes sir. - agreed the frightened boy.

- Your eyes are red. - He said.

The boy nodded nervously, looking down at the table.

- You have pot, don't you? - said Thanos angrily, and the boy turned pale. - Hand it over right now.

After confiscating the boy's weed, Thanos walked back around, and then the door opened. You raised your head when you heard Wanda's voice.

- Professor Thanos, may I speak with you please? - she asked, entering the room and walking towards the man.

- What can I do for you, Miss Maximoff?

- I have some ideas for improving the team. - She says.

- Great! But we'll talk about them later. - Thanos replies with a serious expression, and as he looks across the room, Wanda looks at you, and quickly signals the window of the room. You blink in confusion, and when she whispers "window," Professor Thanos turns to her again.

- As you know, we have an important match against the Panthers coming up. - She starts to say, clearly trying to distract the man. You rush to gather your backpack and sneak out of his field of vision. - Wow, your muscles are huge! - She comments with a false sweetness in her voice, pulling the professor along and enabling you to run behind one of the pillars. The floor is very noisy and Wanda is trying to keep the man distracted by talking about match tactics, and when you finally reach the window, there is a metallic clatter and you think Thanos is going to see you, but then Wanda is pulling you by the arm again, and lifting up her own blouse.

The whole room makes a celebratory buzz and you try not to blush at the image of Wanda's exposed breasts, hurrying out, around the building on the fire escape and out the side.

//-//

It takes a while, but Wanda joins you.

- I can't believe you showed your breasts to a professor. - You remark with a laugh when she arrives.

- I can't believe you sang in front of the school. - She replies with a smile.

You shift the weight of your feet, staring at the ground for a second.

- Do you want to do something now? - you ask, and Wanda smiles as she nods.

You sneak off the school grounds, avoiding being seen by any security or teachers.

You end up in the city park, on the pedal boats in the middle of the sea.

- I can't stop thanking you for getting me out of detention. - You say with a smile as you pedal along together. - That was really nice.

- No problem.

You are silent for a moment, before you decide to ask her what she wants to know.

- What is your excuse?

- For what? - she asks confused.

- For behaving the way you do.

- I don't like to do what everyone expects. - She says. - Why should I meet other people's expectations and not my own?

- So you disappoint from the start, and then you don't have to worry?

She smiles lightly impressed.

- Yeah, something like that.

You nod, looking away.

- So you failed.

- How so?

- You've never disappointed me. - You confess, and Wanda looks at you. You smile at each other for a moment, before you look away again.

A few meters from the edge of the beach there is a paintball field.

- Hey, are you in? - you ask, pointing to the place.

- Yes. - Wanda agrees, slightly excited.

When you get off the pedal boat, you race to the paintball field, and Wanda absolutely beats you to it. You are laughing as you pay the entrance fee, watching her excitement.

After you put on your protective clothing, and get the paint ammunition, she moves first into the field, and hides, causing you to lose sight of her. You walk around looking around, and then feel something cold hit you on your back.

- Cheater! - You shout cheerfully, as you grab some paint from your ammunition pouch, and run toward Wanda, who is laughing as she tries to run away. You hit her in the leg.

And you stay in this race for several minutes, throwing paintballs at each other while laughing and trying to dodge the shots. At some point between ducking behind one of the obstacles, you corner Wanda, but she looks so cute that you don't have the heart to throw paint at her.

So you just put your hand down and smile. But seeing your hesitation, Wanda laughs and jumps at you, knocking you into the hay as she falls on top of you. You both laugh but your laughter dies down when you notice how close you are. And then she gets that look in her eyes again, and you want to kiss her, so you do.

And you kiss against the hay for many minutes, the feeling of having her against you makes you absolutely satisfied. And you continue there, until Wanda sighs against your lips, and you are warm, and it is better to stop before you are thrown out. And when you part, Wanda hits you on the head with a paint ball, and the moment changes completely. Soon you are back to playing and running.

//-//

On the way back to Wanda's house, you talked about the most varied subjects. When you are arriving, you start talking about the rumors that have been made at school about you two.

- I've heard that you sold your liver on the black market. - She remarked, making you laugh as you turned off the car.

- Those things are lies. - You retorted sheepishly as you got out and walked towards her backyard.

- The parole story?

- False - You deny it laughing. - The fight that ended in death in the parking lot?

- Rumor. - Wanda says with a laugh. - The robbery in New York?

- Just gossip. - You say. - And the kick in Tony Stark's nuts?

- True, he deserved it. - She says. - I'd do it again, he tried to grab me in the cafeteria.

You nod in agreement.

- What about your accent? - you ask curiously.

- I thought it was one at a time. - She jokes, and you shrug. You sit on her balcony. - It's real. My family is from Sokovia, we moved here when I was eight. - You grumble in agreement, waiting for Wanda's question. - Where were you last year? Since the parole story is a lie?

You laughed, looking away for a moment.

- I was in Colorado, living with my father. - You tell, and then look at her again, tucking her hair back behind her ear.

Wanda looks at you with curiosity and tenderness.

- Tell me something true.

- True? - you repeat with a thoughtful tone. - I hate peas.

She laughs lightly.

- No. Something real. - She clarifies. - Something no one else knows about.

- Okay. - You agree by coming closer. - You're sweet. - You tell her by lowering your head to her neck and kissing. - And sexy. - You kiss the skin on the other side. - And you're completely crazy about me. - You say as you bump your foreheads together, and Wanda laughs, pulling away a little.

- You have a huge ego, anyone ever tell you that? - she scoffs.

- I tell myself that every day. - You smile back, before kissing her. - Come to the prom with me.

- Is that a request or an order?

- Come on, go with me.

Wanda sighs.

- No.

- Why not?

- Because I don't want to, it's a silly tradition. - She explains.

- Now, nobody expects you to go.

- Why are you so insistent about it?

You look at her in surprise, feeling your heart race. Then of course you get defensive, because Wanda can't know. At your lack of response, she asks:

- What's in it for you? - She sounds suspicious and irritated.

- Now I need a reason to be with you?

- You tell me.

You look away, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

- You need therapy, you know. - You say back. - Has anyone ever told you that?

- Answer my question.

- Nothing. - You exclaim without patience, looking at her. - I get nothing, just the pleasure of your company.

You look out into the yard again, and Wanda lets out an angry exclamation before getting up and walking into the house, slamming the door.

You run your hands through your hair, hating that you accepted the damn money in the first place.

//-//

You thought Wanda was angry, but she calls you the next day after school. And she accepts the invitation. You are surprised, and feel guilty, but you are also happy to spend time with her.

She says she will accompany her sister, and meet you at the dance. So you stand at the entrance to the party, wearing your best clothes and trying not to look so anxious.

Wanda doesn't see you as she walks up the stairs to the party, and you bite your lip, impressed by how beautiful she looks.

You approach slowly, and whisper a hello in her ear, which startles her slightly, but she smiles turning to you.

- You look stunning. - You say breathlessly.

- So do you. - She replies with a smile.

You offer your arm for her to hold, and she accepts. You walk together toward the ballroom.

- How did you get such a fancy outfit? - she asks with a slight irony.

- Oh, I had kept it at home. For situations like this. - You joke.

- What situations?

- A date with a pretty girl. - You retort with a smile, and Wanda laughs lightly.

You walk to the entrance of the photos, and you lean against the pillar.

- I'm sorry I questioned your motives. - she says when you stop. - I was wrong.

You swallow dryly, feeling guilty. But you try to cover it up.

- You are forgiven.

Wanda smiles.

- Are you ready for the ball?

- Yes, miss. - You agree with a light laugh as you turn toward the party.

You dance together for a few minutes. The songs are terrible, but with Wanda, it's fun.

You also see Pietro and Monica dancing together, and Wanda exchanges a pleased look with her sister.

- Girl, have you seen him? - asks a redheaded girl walking up to Wanda. You know they are friends, and that her name was Nat or something like that.

- Who? - Wanda replies, confused.

- William! - she replies. - He asked me to come here.

You and Wanda exchange confused and amused glances.

- Natasha, please don't tell me you're hallucinating.

You were going to ask what they were talking about, but then you looked toward the stage and understood. You signaled for the girl to look, and she cracked a big smile when she saw Bruce Banner dressed as William Shakespeare waving at her, and walked off in your direction.

- I'm not even going to ask. - Wanda remarked with a chuckle before she went back to dancing with you.

And then the music is ending again, for a romantic one to take its place. You turn Wanda in your arms, kiss her tenderly for a moment, and then dance again, feeling her rest her chin on your shoulder.

And you dance for several minutes, and then someone pulls you away.

- Girl, what is Pietro doing here with that asshole? - Pepper asked aggressively as she pulled you away. - I didn't pay you to go out with Wanda and get nothing for it.

It was as if a bucket of cold water had fallen on you. Your gaze returned immediately to Wanda, and she was already looking at you with teary eyes.

- You have nothing to gain from this, have you?

she retorted wryly before walking away, bumping into you. You gave Potts one last look before following her.

- Wanda! Wait! Please! - You shouted as you walked out of the hall. She then stopped walking, and you let out a sigh. - Give me a chance to explain.

- You were paid to go out with me by the person I hate the most. - She retorted. - I knew it was a trick.

- No, Wanda. It wasn't like that.

- How was it then? An advance, and the rest of the money when you sleep with me?

- No! - You denied it with a shout. - I didn't care about the money! I cared about you.

Wanda shook her head, incredulously.

- You're different than I thought you were.

And then she turns and runs outside, and you sink your hands into your face, trying to calm yourself down.

- Where did she go? - You hear a male voice, and take your hands away from your face to see Pietro standing in front of you.

- Away. - You retort, feeling your stomach clench. - I screwed up.

- We did. - He says upset, putting his hands in his pockets.

- At least you got the girl. - You comment wryly before turning and walking away.

You think you're crying, but you don't care as you leave the party.

//-//

Your first lesson is literature the next day. And you know you will see Wanda, but you are hating yourself so much right now that you don't care. You arrive early for the first time in the whole school year, and sit in one of the back chairs.

As the other students arrive, you keep your head down, trying to distract yourself with your cell phone, even though you know that all your attention is on the girl sitting two chairs in front of you.

When Professor Fury finally starts the class, he is all excited.

- I guess everyone had time to finish the poem I asked for. - He announces standing at the front of the room. - Except for Mrs. Potts, who has an excuse. - He scoffs lightly, mentioning the confusion that occurred at the dance when you left, where Monica punched her in the nose. And now she was wearing sunglasses to cover up the purple. The whole room giggles at Fury's words. - Okay, does anyone want to start the reading?

The room is silent, but then Wanda raises her hand.

- I will.

- Lord, here we go. - Comments the teacher as the girl gets up, and stops at the front of the room. Wanda begins to recite the poem:

-I hate the way you talk to me. And the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. - She narrates, without taking her gaze from the notebook - I hate your big dumb combat boots, And the way you read my mind. I hate you so much, that it makes me sick, And even makes me rhyme. - She pauses, taking a deep breath - I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh. - She looks directly at you, her eyes filled with tears and her voice trembling. - Even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you not around. And the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, Not even close, Not even a little bit, not even at all.

Wanda lets the tears flow as she finishes, and the room was too shocked to react. She rushes out next, grabbing her backpack on the way, and slamming the door.

You are trying to hold back your own tears as you stand up.

- I'm going to the bathroom, Mr. Fury. - You grumble as you leave, without waiting for permission.

But you don't find Wanda, and you decide that you’re simply not in the mood for school today.

//-//

You sell your motorcycle. You hate that it has the parts for the money Potts gave you, so when it is fixed, you call Carol, and she finds you a buyer. This means you are stuck with your mother for a longer period, but it seems like the right thing to do.

And then you text Wanda, asking her to meet you wherever she wants. She says she won't leave the house to talk to you, so you end up at her front door, shifting the weight of your feet before you decide to knock.

Wanda's father looks stern, and he doesn't smile when he sees you.

- Are you the girl who made my daughter cry? - he asks with a serious expression.

But then Pietro appears at his side, patting him on the shoulder.

- My God, Daddy, don't be like that! - he asks, smiling at you. - Y/N, you are here to apologize, I imagine. Let her talk to Wands.

Mr. Maximoff takes one last look at you before entering back into the house, and Pietro smiles, nodding his head for you to enter.

- Thank you, Pietro. - You tell him, and then he takes you upstairs.

He drops you at Wanda's door, and you take a deep breath before knocking.

- Come in. - You hear her voice on the other side.

Entering the room, you are slightly overwhelmed by the amount of visual information. Wanda has many posters. And she is sitting on the bed, with a book on her lap.

- Hey. - You greet her, closing the door. You leave your hands in your pockets, deciding whether to stand.

- Hi. - She replies, placing the book on the bed and crossing her legs. - What did you want?

You swallow dryly, and decide to sit on her bed, keeping your distance.

- To apologize. - You clarify, and she looks away. - Properly apologize.

- I don't know what you want me to say.

- I just want you to listen. - You retort and straighten your posture, feeling your heart soar. - I'm sorry I took Potts' money, because regardless of my motives, it was wrong to put your feelings on the line.

- Wanda frowns slightly, as if deciding whether to believe you or not. You clear your throat.

- I never should have accepted it in the first place, but mostly I should have stopped when I realized I was falling in love with you. - You say, and Wanda looks at you, surprised by your confession. - But I didn't stop, and I lied to you and kept deceiving you, when I should have told you the whole truth. I'm sorry I hurt you, Wanda. I swear I didn't think all of this would happen.

You take a deep breath, running your fingers through your hair. Wanda just stands there, looking at you as if trying to read your mind.

- I just wanted to say that. - You tell her feeling flustered,

- Are you in love with me?

Wanda looks at you intently, and you just smile shyly.

-Very much so.

And then Wanda approaches you, and when she is close to your face, she says:

- I'm still mad at you. - And then she kisses you. You have missed her lips, and unfortunately the kiss doesn't last long.

When you open your eyes, Wanda has already moved away again, leaning her back against the headboard.

- When you are no longer angry, can we do something together? - you ask her tenderly. Wanda stares back at you, as if to say something.

- I received my acceptance letter today. - She tells you suddenly, and you blink in confusion. Before you can congratulate her, she adds. - In California.

You look at her in surprise, feeling your heart race. Wanda was leaving.

- Oh. - You swallow dryly, shake your head slightly, and smile. - I'm proud of you, Wanda. Congratulations.

- I thought you'd be upset.

- No, it's okay. - You give her a sad smile. - I'll miss you, but it's amazing that you're going to college.

Wanda lets out a sigh, keeping quiet for a moment.

- What did you need the money for?

You are surprised by the question, and look away from her, feeling slightly uncomfortable that this subject is back. But you decide that Wanda has the right to know whatever she wants to.

- I needed to fix my motorcycle. - You tell. - My mom is... hard to deal with. We had a fight and she broke some parts with a hammer. The next day, Potts was offering me the money I needed.

Wanda looks at you for a moment, seeming to be absorbing the story.

- Did you fix it?

- Yes. - You confirm, but let out a humorless chuckle. - But I sold it later.

The girl looks at you, frowning in confusion. And you shrug.

- I felt bad about everything. I decided to try to do the right thing then. - You explain. - I think I'm stuck with my mother for a while now.

Wanda looks surprised at your conclusion, and you let out a sigh, flopping down on the bed as you stare at the ceiling. You are silent for a moment, and then Wanda crawls over to you and lies down beside you, looking up at you.

- What if you leave with me? - She whispers, running her fingers across your face, and you blink in surprise.

- What?

Wanda smiles shyly.

- I have a car. - she says. - And you could work, and we could share an apartment.

You straighten your posture, leaning on your elbow and looking at Wanda in amazement.

- Are you serious? - you ask, smiling, and she nods slightly. You let out a happy exclamation, and move in, kissing her on the mouth. Wanda giggles against your lips, but returns the kiss.

You quickly let go and sit down on the bed when Wanda's father suddenly opens the door.

- Keep this door open! - He warns with a stern look, and you swallow dryly.

- Yes, sir. - Wanda says with humor.

When he leaves, you throw yourself on the bed next to Wanda, and she goes back to reading while you lie beside her.

- Any chance you have any comic books around here? - You joke, and Wanda giggles, denying it with a nod.

You don't mind though, her company is enough to keep you distracted.

//-//

You end up using the money from the motorcycle sale to pay the deposit on the apartment you find for yourselves, fifteen minutes from her college. You get a job the same week, and you finally read the poetry that Wanda likes as you both drive towards California.

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𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡 (𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡) 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠

𝐺𝐼𝐹𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠

⩥ 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

„Are you done, baby?“ Resonated the voice of your sugar daddy Hongjoong from outside the luxurious bathroom you were dressing up in. As you were finishing putting on dark red matte lipstick - the last detail of your makeup to decorate your perfect image, you opened the door and stepped outside into the wide hallway of his house.

Hongjoong was taking you out tonight. He had to use this opportunity of the only performance the worldwide famous soprano singer had in your city.

Coming out of the bathroom, you were wearing the black satin gown made by the best French tailors, Hongjoong bought for you when he was staying in Paris last week. It was as if the dress was made for you and you only, perfectly accentuating every curve you wanted to show off.

„Gosh, you look like an angel who fell straight from the sky, beautiful. Words can't explain how pleased I'm to accompany a lady this charming. Ladies first, we should get going to the philharmonic orchestra, shall we?“

Hongjoong bowed a little as he saw you, holding out his hand for you to take. A true gentleman. Going outside the luxurious mansion, a limousine was already waiting for you two in front of his grand house.

If there was anything Hongjoong loved more than you, it was spoiling you with everything you wanted, so when he heard that the primadonna you were fond of, was going to sing in your city, he had to buy the tickets with the best seats for you two.

Walking down the red carpet, straight to the VIP lounge of the philharmonic orchestra. Leaving your purse on one of the hangers, along with the coat Hongjoong helped you to take off, you sat down on one of the two velvet sofas there were, as Hongjoong did the same next to you.

The waiter who was previously waiting by the door came up to you two, a bottle of red wine from the best French winery in his hand as he poured you two a glass.

Throughout the concert Hongjoong’s hand never left its place on your upper thigh, your one, on top of his, fingers playing with the rings he had on.

However, the concert was kind of forgotten as you two just peacefully enjoyed the presence of each other.

The sound of a steak being grilled, vegetables being roasted, the tastiest smell of the chocolate lava cake that was being baked only added to the sight of your handsome sugar daddy Seonghwa, as you two enjoyed your time together in his black & white marble kitchen.

You were sitting on a kitchen counter, watching Seonghwa who had his back facing you as he stirred the vegetables, however, your mouth wasn't wetting at the vegetables, but the immaculate sight of his broad shoulders in the white shirt.

It wasn't a problem for Seonghwa to afford any 5-star Michelin restaurant or rent the best chef in the country to cook for you, but it didn't have the same atmosphere, nor was it a gesture that came straight out of his heart, like cooking for you himself was.

As he turned off the stove, he served the meal on pretty ceramic plates with golden lining. Pouring champagne into a fancy glass and dropping some strawberries into it, Seonghwa picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, and arms around his neck to not fall, he seated you on a dining chair in front of the glass dining table

Flashing him a smile, you dipped your tongue into the bitter alcoholic liquid, cutting the vegetables and the meat on your plate, you put some of it into your mouth, the tasty food melting on your tongue.

Like seriously, is there something this man is bad at? He is the most lovable person you know, he's smart, he's handsome, he can cook, and he can definitely bring you a lot of enjoyable moments in bed...

„Enjoy the dinner, beautiful. I hope you’ll like what I’ve cooked for you and don’t get too full, because there are also some desserts waiting for you.“

You laughed at his flirty comment because you knew the chocolate cake wasn’t the only dessert waiting for you tonight.

⩥ 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

Spoiling his sugar baby, buying expensive clothing and accessories for her, or just spending money on her in general, was probably Yunho’s favourite activity. So when he was scrolling down different blogs trying to look for some place to take you to next a photo of Milan in Italy popped up.

Travelling there wasn't a problem as your sugar daddy Yunho owned a private jet ready to take him wherever he pleased. And before you could say anything, you were already laying in a king-sized bed with a tray full of different types of breakfast food, because in Yunho's opinion there was no better way to start a day than with a tasty breakfast in bed.

Laying next to you, he fed you crepes with fruits, pouty smile showed up on his face as he saw how much you seemed to have enjoyed the food he ordered for you, his hand tucking your hair behind your ears so it didn't get to you face as you ate.

After the breakfast you had to take a shower because let's say, there just wasn't much energy left to shower the night before. And as you finished showering an outfit Yunho prepared for you was already waiting there, since you two were supposed to go out today and do some shopping for the next week's ball Yunho was taking you to.

And there came his favourite part of this day - shopping. It wasn't a coincidence he chose Milan for your trip, since it was a city of fashion you two adored that much. Shops like Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton, or Versace, you name it. Yunho's hand found your as you two intervened fingers and headed your way through the beautiful city.

„Princess, take this dress as well. I’m sure it'll look amazing on you, this shade of blue is totally your colour.“

You know, when shopping with Yunho, everyone would feel like the prettiest person alive, he won't stop hyping you up or complimenting you as you show yourself off in different robes. The current blue satin robe, that was accentuating your curves went perfectly with the clear high heels with diamond straps that adorned your ankles. However, the diamonds on the straps weren't that shining as the ones in Yunho's eyes when he looked at you in awe.

„Oh god, no words needed, we must get you this dress, it's just so... perfect on you baby. Now… what do you think of us going shopping for lingerie and you give me another private fashion show afterwards?“

⩥ 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

After you got into a sugar daddy type of relationship with Yeosang, you learned the difference between secret and private relationship. Even though people knew you two were in some kind of relationship, no one knew what it was about and apart of that, Yeosang liked to keep things rather private and just between the two of you. So the best dates in his opinion were the dates where you two weren't in public and could be just by yourself, which was quite difficult to carry out considering your busy schedules.

„Good evening, Mr. Kang. Your table is ready, the restaurant is closed down as usual, so you two could dine and enjoy each other in private.”

Said the young waitress, who was here always at the times you two came.

Showing you the way wasn't necessary as you always took the same table. The one right next to the glass wall with a panorama of the city covered in the dark, shining lights that decorated the evening in the streets.

You usually just stood there quietly for a few minutes, while the best cooks in the city prepared your meal. A glass of red wine, in one of Yeosang’s hands and the second one, wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him. At this point, dinner at this restaurant was like a ritual, always keeping your schedule free for a few hours on a friday evening no matter what.

Every friday, Yeosang would reserve the whole restaurant for two hours, just so you two can eat in private, and spent the time talking and enjoying each other's presence.

„The view today is magnificent, the lights are shining bright, not as impressive as my girl though, but it's still very beautiful.”

Giving you a soft peck on your cheek, Yeosang's hand motioned for you to sit down on the leather chair with soft cushions, and talk to him about your week while enjoying your favourite food with the best man in the world.

⩥ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧

„Gosh, princess come on, why does it always take you so long to pack when we go somewhere, it isn't like you're gonna wear something half of the time though. I told you that you don’t need to bring anything, I’ll buy you anything you need when we get there, so please hurry up already...”

You couldn't quite understand why San was being so impatient to leave when the jet you were flying by was his, therefore, it probably wouldn't be that much of a problem if you came a few minutes late, but you still listened and obeyed his complaints, zipping up the luggage you decided to take with you.

Turning around, your eyes fell on the already impatient figure of you sugar daddy San, the unbuttoned top buttons of his white linen shirt exposed how in shape he was, sometimes making you wonder why he hadn't become a model with a face and body like that, but when you came to think about that, if he were famous, he wouldn't have been yours...

San needed a well-deserved rest at some peaceful place for a while, since his job was stressing him out so much, and there wasn’t a better rest than a week on a private island with his beautiful sugar baby. And since you already finished your semester, there wasn't a problem with you leaving for two weeks.

His limousine along with a driver, with who you were well acquainted, was already outside his mansion, waiting to take you to the airport. San, like the true gentleman he was, immediately took the luggage out of your hand and opened the door of the limo for you.

Throughout the drive to the airport, you were sitting on the back seat next to him, your head on his shoulder and his fingers playing with your hair.

You fell asleep on the way to the airport since San for some unknown reason woke you up at 5 fucking am, and San just couldn't help but admire how beautiful you looked as you were in the peaceful state occupied daydreaming. And because of that, he didn't have the heart to wake you up, so as you two arrived at the airport, his strong arms picked you up close to his chest as he carried you to the jet bridal style.

⩥ 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

Seeing the impact your overly stressful work had on you lately, Mingi couldn’t leave you to suffer and cope with it by yourself, that’s why he had to come up with a way to help you relax, and there wasn't a better way to make you relax than to take you to a luxurious spa resort in mountains.

He wanted to dedicate you a week full of massages, swimming pools, jacuzzis, saunas and of course himself. While you two were there, Mingi had carefully planned out your daily routines, so you can get as much relaxation as possible.

According to his in your opinion completely unnecessary schedule, it was time for a good massage. But for real, what was the point of creating a timetable, when you could just be spontaneous. However, it was still really cute and thoughtful of him.

The male masseur hasn't even massaged you for more than five minutes, when Mingi told him off, jealous at having to watch the way the male's strong arms rubbed on your bareback rather inappropriately in his eyes. And that was why Mingi was currently massaging scented oil into your skin, certain that he'll do better than the male masseur because he knows what's the best for his princess.

His hands roamed all over your body, not leaving any part of it untouched, and by that time, you both knew that it wasn't just a massage to relieve stress anymore. He tried to hold himself back to not tug at the towel that covered your bottom half from him, his eyes drifted to the wet swimsuit you previously had on when you two went swimming.

„Princess, what do you think of jacuzzi right now? You know, the one that's outside on our balcony, we could watch as the snowflakes fell onto the ground, while mountains covered us from the sun, while enjoying the hot water and bubbles. And since it’s private I don’t think there would be any need to wear a swimsuit…”

⩥ 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

„Mr. Jung, here’s the virgin mojito for you and Ms. Y/L/N” interrupted the waiter you and your sugar daddy Wooyoung in a conversation full of teasing and sexual tension. Poor boy, the awkward discomfort visible on his face. You two smiled at him and took the drink he handed you „Hmm, virgin mojito, just like the first time we met, well except for the virgin part...“

You two were laying on the couchette, the beach umbrella keeping you safe before the piercing sun rays. You cringed at the reference about your virginity from the first time you two met in the club. „Oh my god, Wooyoung can you not-“

Looking at him in disbelief through the expensive sunglasses you had on, you both fell into a burst of deep laughter at the memories from a few months ago that were flooding back. Taking a sip from the cold drink in your hand, you eyed the people that were playing around on the beach or in the sea.

„Wanna go swimming, princess?“ giving Wooyoung a side-eye, you pondered over his idea, without any word being said you stood up from the couchette and made your way to the sea. Looking back you saw Wooyoung still sitting there under the umbrella watching you in the distance.

„You going or not?“ and with that, he ran over to where you were, a mischievous smile on his face as he picked you up unexpectedly, running with you deeper into the water, „Jung Wooyoung, if you throw me into the water, I'll fucking kill you.“

⩥ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

Opening the massive door of your sugar daddy Jongho’s penthouse, with the golden entrance card e gave you, you stepped into the marble hallway. His housekeeper took the purse from your hand and helped you take off the coat you had on.

And as you arrived in the living room, he was already waiting for you there, his eyes shining brighter than the beaming smile he had on when he was you standing there in all your glory. You two haven't seen each other for almost two months he spent abroad.

And as soon as you caught the look in his eyes, you ran towards him, not wanting to wait any longer until you can finally hug him. Jongho's strong arms effortlessly picked you up as your legs wrapped around his waist to get closer than possible to him as you hugged him, probably squeezing the soul out of him.

„Baby, I’ve missed you so much, my pretty little princess, I promise to never leave you for this long, every day I had to spend without you was like a punishment. And the guilt I felt for neglecting you was eating me alive, that’s why I had to bring you some gifts to make it up for you. Come on, let me show you.”

You pecked the tip of his nose as you always did, the look in your eyes telling him that you felt exactly the same without him, allowing him to take you wherever he wanted. Not letting you go out of his arms that held you up, he took you to the guest room of his penthouse.

The one that was usually empty, because you of course always spent the night in his room, when you were staying over. Opening the door of the room for you, you almost fell from his arms as you saw all the designer dresses, shoes or accessories there were. „Jongho, baby, but you didn’t have to buy me anything, I just wanted you to finally be home.”

„Well, then now you not only have me but all of this. I too wanted to get back to you as soon as possible, but you know how much I love spoiling the heck out of you, so buying these things for you helped me overcome the sorrow I felt from not being able to be with you, princess.“

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ekaterinatepes · 3 years

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Nothing but the Best

WARNING: nsfw (oral m and f receiving)

MINORS DNI

XIII.

(Part 2/3)

He stood up and set you on the table, standing between your legs Satoru moved his hands over your body, he opened your jacket thankful you were so thoughtful as to have places heaters on every corner of the gazebo so you wouldn’t freeze. With a smirk he pulled back “I am ready for desert” a mischievous glint in his cerulean eyes told you he wasn’t referring to the food. You moaned in answer while your hands also started taking off his clothes until he was left only in his pants and you completely naked before his predatory gaze. “Toru…” you moan against his lip when his index finger moved between your thighs to collect the wetness already pooling in between. “Mmm… better not let this go to waste..” he whispered before he knelt in front of you. Sucking his wet fingers before his mouth attached to your leaking entrance making you scream. You were so ready for him that the slightest stimulation had you tethering over the edge. “SATORU!” Screaming his name you placed a hand on top of his head caressing the his platinum strands while he ate you. He moaned sinking his tongue as deep as it could go within your womanhood. “Oh fuck!” You cursed when he added two fingers inside, pumping them slowly, making a come here motion at the same time he licked and swallowed everything you had to offer “come for me princess…”, “come for daddy…. I want my desert now” his husky and demanding tone sent an electric current down your spine making you tense right before you released in his mouth. Satoru groaned in delight sucking and slurping your juices “good girl” he praised you in between kisses until you were completely clean “I love desert” with a big smile he placed himself between your legs making you chuckle “well… I will have you know, I like my own desert too…” with a grin you switch places. Kneeling between Satoru’s legs you stroke the hard bulge under the tight fabric of his trousers. He moans at the stimulation letting you do as you pleased with him. Unzipping his pants you pull them down along with his boxes. His cock springs free hitting your face, Satoru groans louder at the sight. “You look so fucking beautiful right now” he praises you. Licking his member from the base to the tip you finally wrap your lips around the swollen pink head and suck hard. Bobbing your head you start a steady rhythm. Satoru’s sounds of pleasure encouraging you to take him deeper and faster until he is fucking your face, bucking his hips but avoiding pushing your head. ��I’m gonna come baby… I’m gonna come” he moans desperately. To which you respond by deep throating him, inviting him to come down your throat. “oh Fuck! Y/N!” He came hard, a spray of warm cum shot down your throat. “Take it all princess! Take all of daddy’s cum down hour throat! That’s a good girl” Satoru encouraged you. Pulling your mouth back you suck at the tip of his sensitive member, making sure that you swallowed it all. “Oh fuck! Y/N! You are so fucking hot! My sexy and hot wife” a stupid smirk spreads across his lips making you chuckle when you stand up again. He pulls you in for a deep kiss “I love you princess” he says before grabbing a blanket from the small ottoman in the corner “you came prepared!” He observed chuckling, making you blush. Yeah, you were married for almost 4 years and that moron still managed to make you blush like a virgin. “Well it’s winter, I wasn’t sure the heaters would cut it.” He pulled you in his arms, kissing you once more while he accommodates cushions and a mat on the floor to then have you sitting on his lap. Serving each of you a glass of champagne you kissed and spent the night there in each other’s embrace. ~~~ End Flash Back~~~

On the other side of the world a sorcerer opened his blue eyes after a dream. The best dream he’s had since you left. It felt… so real; he dreaded the moment he woke up. He could feel you in his arms, taste you on his tongue. But it all had been just a beautiful dream, a memory from past times when you both were happy.

Sighing he sat upon his bed, alone again. Not that he wanted any of his one night stands soiling the sanctity of his home. Satoru never took them back home, it was always some hotel or their place. NEVER your bed, the one you both shared for the happiest years of his life. He had even bought your perfume ‘Ballet Rose’ by Philosophy to spray it on the bed and sleep surrounded by your familiar and comforting scent.

The dream was a memory of his last birthday, the one he spent with you. Making love and eating sweet things until the break of dawn. Closing his hand tightly in a fist he swallow hard. He missed you so badly, lately it felt… debilitating. How pathetic! The strongest jujutsu sorcerer reduced to a ghost of himself since you kicked him out of your life.

He had to do something. Even if he didn’t get to talk to you, he just wanted to see you one more time. Make sure you are alright, that you are happy…. Safe.

He grabbed his phone and looked for the phone number of the Chair Woman for the American School of Ballet. “Yes, good evening Mrs. Mazzo I am aware it is late where you are but I have a question for you. Is there any upcoming shows where Miss Petrova is performing?” He asked remembering you were a student still under a false name. The woman on the other side of the line sighed and sleepily answered you would be performing for 2 shows of The Nutcracker for the NYC Ballet Fall Gala at the David H. Koch Theater in three days time. “While you are at it I will need a ticket for the best seat on the right balcony. Private access, don’t care about the price just make it happen” the woman agreed and then hang up.

Satoru’s plane landed at night time in New York City and just like the last time he had s limousine waiting for him to take him to his suite at The Plaza. It felt it had been a lifetime ago when he last saw you in this very city.

He wanted to go find you but he swore to himself he would refrain from doing something stupid. He was here to see you in secret, without bothering you. He promised to himself he would respect your wishes and wouldn’t intrude your space.

He prepared himself for the Gala, wearing a black Armani suite, choosing to wear his dark Versace round sunglasses to match his style. Giving himself a good look in the mirror he smirked, well… at least he still got it. He was handsome and looked literally like a million bucks.

With a little boost to his confidence he left the suite and went to the theater where he would watch you perform that evening. As he walked towards the entrance to the main hall he saw your picture on a two gigantic banners, the advertisement for tonight’s show with your beautiful face, smiling and your body on a ‘grand battement’ pose wearing a beautiful cream colored tutu with golden roses carefully sown, your shoulders naked and the deep v cut of the corset showing off slightly your beautiful breasts, you were perfect… an angel. His heart stopped for a second. You were… absolutely gorgeous. He noticed on the picture that you had returned your hair to your favorite tone and your eyes shone brightly accentuated by an alluring cat eye make up that complimented your features, the image was enchanting. Truly a vision.

——-> Chapter 13 / Part 3

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Venti’s a Celebrity (GN)

1) You’re a fellow celebrity and do a lot of collabs with him

You both produce music professionally and work for the same album company. Your styles work well together so they have you do a lot of duets. Or sometimes you’ll play the music and he’ll sing, or vice versa.

Eventually the two of you collab with each other more than you make individual content. Individually content is still made, but your joint performances do incredibly well. So it’s only natural that the two of you would form a group together

In all reality, it’s not very different from what you were doing before. You just get to come up with a group name and generally spend more time together.

The two of you get closer and bond (you have all the inside jokes). It’s honestly a dream come true for you. You’ve always thought he was cute, but the more you get to know him, the more you grow to like him

Starting a romantic relationship with him is just a natural extension of your already existing relationship. When they catch you making out, your staff were more delighted than surprised to see that you’d finally acted on your mutual pining

You gaze in the mirror, admiring the work of your makeup artist as you wait for a stagehand to let you know when it’s time. Tonight’s performance is live, on-stage and you’re a little nervous. You lightly trace your meticulously done hair with your finger, too afraid of messing it up to do anything more. There’s a knock on the door. “Come in,” you call. The door squeaks as someone enters.

A few moments later, two arms wrap around your torso and you hear Venti take a deep breath. You rest your hands on his and manage the courage to give him a little smile. “Hi Venti,” you whisper. “Hello!” He replies. “I see my precious songbird is nervous for our first performance. Would a kiss cheer you up?” You smile a little wider. “It would,” you admit. “But I think Lisa might just kill me if I mess up my makeup.”

2) You were his very first fan

He started out small on YouTube. You were always the same to like the video and leave a comment. And you would always share it with twenty of your closest friends (or really just anyone you could- internet strangers included)

He appreciated your support so much, always responding to your comments and sometimes giving you shoutouts in his videos. Everyone knows that the role of #1 fan is already taken

It took years for him to get big, and you were there for him the whole time. So when he finally did it, he sends you tickets to his first performance with an invitation to meet with him

You’re ecstatic to know that he’s finally getting the attention he deserves, and are thrilled to receive the ticket and invitation. Of course you accept! And if it took begging for a few days off and splurging on an airplane ticket there… well, he didn’t need to know that

When the two of you meet, you really hit it off and become friends. It helps that there’s so much history between the two of you, but you also find that you have some things in common

After a while of staying in contact as friends, he invites you to another event… as his date. While it was a bit of a shock at first, you were happy to attend and had a lovely time with him

You squeeze his hand lightly as the two of you walk back out to the limousine. He’s chatting about how great it was to see so many of his friends and introduce you to them. You are honestly only half listening, as you hum and agree in all the right places. Tonight has been a lot and you’re still processing what happened. He notices that you seem sort of distant once you’re both seated in the limousine and holds one of your hands with both of his.

“Did you enjoy tonight?” He asks. “Oh, yes,” you say kind of distantly as you snap back to focusing on him. “It was wonderful. My brain is just struggling to comprehend that I just met fifty of your closest celebrity friends.” He laughs. “Well, do you think you’d be up to doing it again? There’s another event in a couple weeks that I’d like to bring you too.” You smile warmly. “Sounds like a date!”

3) You randomly meet them in a regular situation and don’t recognize them

You’re sitting at a bar with your friends, sipping your drink and jamming out to the music playing. It’s by your favorite artist, The Bard, and is one of your favorite songs

Said music artist happens to be at that bar that night and notices you jamming out. So, just for fun, he decides to go sit by you

He asks if you really love the music so much, fully expecting you to recognize him on sight. You don’t recognize him and proceed to go on a rant about how awesome he is and how much you love his music.

He’s surprised, but pleasantly so, and the conversation eventually drifts to other topics. You have a great conversation and he really enjoyed spending time with you, so he gives you his number

You think it’s kind of odd, but he asks you to not give other people his number. Of course you agree, but it’s kind of a weird thing to ask. Why would you just randomly give out the number of some guy you met at a bar?

When he leaves your friends all pounce on you and ask about him. You’re really confused about why they’re interested until one of them mentions him actually being your favorite music artist. It takes a while for them to convince you that they’re not joking around

“Just call him!” Amber proposed. “Who better to convince you who he is than him!” You frown, Venti was just a nice, cute guy you met. There’s no way he could be a famous singer and songwriter. But you know they won’t leave you alone until you ask. “Alright,” you sigh, ignoring their cheers and high fives.

Pulling out your phone, you open a new text chain, type a new message and send it. ‘Are you The Bard? Sorry about the weird questions, my friends are making me ask.’ You wait a couple minutes with your friends on the edge of their seats. Ping! Your phone let you know you received a message. ‘Yep!’ The text reads. ‘I didn’t think it would take you this long to figure it out ;)’. Your friends swear, to this day, that your jaw dropped to the ground and your eyes were the size of dinner plates.

4) You somehow show up in many pictures of them, despite being a random bystander

He likes taking a bunch of pictures, including selfies, and putting them up on social media. It’s his way of connecting with his fans, and it works pretty well. A ton of people follow him and like his pictures

That day you happen to be at his performance and every. single. picture. somehow has you in it. You’re even in the backstage ones because you got a backstages tour. He doesn’t even notice until one of his fans points it out in a comment

His fans love you so much already and insist that he get a proper picture with you. They come up with wild theories and have the craziest ideas of why this is happening, when in reality it really is just coincidence (or is it fate?)

One moment you’re just hanging out in the food court waiting for your friends to get back with your food, the other you’re being tugged along by the star of the show himself? You’re really surprised when he asks for a picture with you. Why in the world would he want a picture of you?

But you agree and the picture is taken. The fans love it so much. So he and the crew invite you to a joint interview stream later. You’re pretty sure the sky is falling, pigs are flying, and that hell has frozen over, but you agree

The fans ship you already and can tell from your matching blushes in the picture that you think each other are cute. So they play wingman and get you together with their full support

“This question is from istananon in chat,” the person reading the questions says. “Venti, if you were to take them on a date, where would you go?” Venti blushes harder and laughs nervously. “Wow, you guys are really asking a lot of questions about us dating,” he notes. “Um, I guess I would take them to Angel’s Share and we could just talk and get to know each other more.”

“There’s a follow up question,” they remark, turning to look at you. “If Venti were to ask you on a date, would you accept?” You hide your face in your hands and whatever you say is muffled. “What was that?” Ven asks nervously. “We didn’t quite catch that.” You pull your face out for a second to respond and then hide

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