#It's not just the English speakers who sing in drag

[siilent-wanderer]

dynamics with aespa

A/N: just aespa 5th member! reader’s dynamics with the rest of the members (excluding jimin)

Aeri

as the fluent English speakers in the group, they bond over inside jokes and cultural references that sometimes go over the others’ heads

once, a MY asked something in English, and Y/N confidently answered

“Wow, Y/N-ya so fluent”

side eyes

while traveling abroad, they always pair up, taking turns to translate for the group

Aeri and Y/N often partner up during practice, vibing naturally when going over rap or choreo sections

they always team up to playfully tease the other members, but especially Jimin, since Aeri picked up on Y/N’s feelings early on (and Jimin is just always in denial)

music is their love language — they constantly recommend songs to each other and have impromptu jam sessions

Aeri once introduced Y/N to an obscure indie artist, and it’s now Y/N’s favorite

one night, Aeri discovers Y/N editing a song on her laptop. Intrigued, she offers to help and spends the evening suggesting beats and lyrics

that unfinished project becomes their little secret

Aeri and Y/N love going shopping together

Aeri is great at picking outfits for Y/N, often saying, “This will look so good on you,” while Y/N playfully teases her with over-the-top accessories

they always love going on unplanned adventures together

one rainy day, they went for a walk despite the weather, splashing in puddles and getting completely soaked

they returned to the dorm drenched but laughing uncontrollably, earning a scolding from Jimin

Minjeong

Y/N and Minjeong once attempted to bake cookies for the group but ended up burning half of them. They spent the night laughing while trying to salvage the batch

Minjeong constantly teases Y/N about being the younger one

“You better listen to your unnie,” she says with a mock-serious tone, pointing a spatula during their chaotic cooking nights

Y/N rolls her eyes but secretly loves their playful dynamic

they often lie on Minjeong’s bed, sharing funny or embarrassing stories about their trainee days. Minjeong always starts the conversation with, “Okay, spill!”

Minjeong notices Y/N retreating into herself one evening and quietly joins her on her bed, handing her a stuffed animal

“You don’t have to talk, but I’m here”

Y/N loves taking care of Minjeong too

during a hectic schedule, Y/N noticed Minjeong looking pale and dragged her to a quiet corner. She handed her a water bottle and said, “Unnie, don’t push yourself too hard.”

Minjeong never argues, knowing Y/N’s concern cones from a place of care

they have a running bet to see who can stay awake longest during movie marathons

Y/N usually wins, but only because Minjeong secretly lets her because she loves watching Y/N’s smug victory dance

they often stay up late talking about random things, from conspiracy theories to what they’d do in a zombie apocalypse

“I’d probably sacrifice myself for you guys”

"The zombies have nothing to eat, unnie"

"mWO????"

Yizhuo

Y/N and Yizhuo’s rivalry often shows in group activities

whether it’s who can dance better during warm-ups or who can guess the most trivia questions, their (chaotic) competitiveness keeps the group entertained

despite being a few months older, Y/N often loses to Yizhuo who gloats endlessly about her victories (the unnies find it cute tho)

Y/N and Yizhuo occasionally sit on the dorm floor, experimenting with harmonies for random songs

their impromptu duets usually end with giggles when one of them misses a note

"Stop laughing!"

"Your face is just too funny, I can't even remember when to sing anymore"

during a group outing, Yizhuo dares Y/N to sneak an extra dessert onto Jimin’s plate without her noticing. When Jimin finally catches on, she shakes her head at the two maknaes’ antics

despite being younger, Yizhuo sometimes cheekily calls Y/N “baby unnie,” poking fun at their close age

Y/N responds by dramatically calling Yizhuo “our precious baby,” which never fails to make the other members laugh

Yizhuo once demanded Y/N carry her on her back after a long day,

“It’s the unnie’s job to take care of me.”

Y/N groaned but obliged, grumbling, “You’re so spoiled,” while secretly smiling at Yizhuo’s giggles

[tetsunabouquet]

Because @evelhak said she'd be interested in hearing Dutch parodies and funny folk songs, I will hereby share some of our funny music. First up, we have some classics of musical parodies in Dutch.

This is a lyric video to a famous Dutch parody on Basshunter's Boten Anna. It's very nostalgic to me because of how it is low-key jumpstyle and that was such a dance craze when I was growing up.

The aforementioned parody that reframes the Dutch love song, 'Ademloos' (breathless) to be about a frustrated mistress who is fed up with her lover and just wants him to go back to his wife. Waardeloos means worthless, and throughout the song they roast him including an entire bridge just comprised of words ending with 'loos' such as hopeloos (hopeless) and smakeloos (tasteless). I am willing to bet my money Izuki Shun from KNB and Joco from Shaman King would appreciate this bridge. It is sung by three Dutch drag queens, which gives this song a layer of gay to. (I wanted to share the video to a more recent parody that got quite big, which is Ponkers doing Justin Bieber's Sorry but it is age restricted. IDK why, perhaps it is the Justin persona having sung about accidentally killing Selena's Gomez cat that he pretends to bury at the beach and touching on the disturbing cut 4 Bieber thing). Some funny Dutch folk songs:

The aforementioned song about the woman who loses her panties at the pub which she suspects to be stolen by the owner and she laments how cold her ass is. (Cor is Toos' husband who plays the accordion, before anyone wonders wtf the dude is as only the woman sings) (also, considering the name appeared twice, to anyone wondering how to pronounce 'Toos', it is like 'Toast' but without the t at the end)

Sung by Connie Schouman, this is 'Een Beetje Geld Voor Een Beetje Liefde' meaning 'A Little Bit of Money For A Little Bit Of Love'. This comes from a collection of Dutch old dirty songs. Obviously from the song's title, this song is about a prostitute with lyrics such as 'Wanneer je me zoekt, ik zit in de yab-yum, verdien dan mijn boterham met mijn tum-tum' which means, 'When you are looking for me, I am at the Yab Yum, where I earn my money with my tum-tum. ' I love that rhyme so much. (Yab Yum was an old famous brothel and tum-tum are Dutch candy produced by Lemco. They're especially popular during winter season with bags of Dutch holiday candy such as pepernoten mixed with tum tums. Tum tum gummies are my 2nd favorite type of gummies in the world and minor confession time, but when I wrote in that one headcanong of Murasakibara getting addicted to cannabis candy as an young adult I felt that because cannabis based tum tums are my fucking kryptonite).

This is a little less folk but it is a comedic song sung by famous Dutch comedian, actor and singer Wim Sonneveld. He is regarded as one of the big 3 of the Dutch cabaret after the WWII period. Tiny bit of trivia, but my grandmother loved this song and named my mom after it. So every time I listen to this song I am grinning at the lyrics with warmth because Margootje's stubborn and silly nature does reflect on my mom.

[pandapetals]

Disco Party

The mansion is turned into a disco party!

professor logan howlett x professor fem!reader - married couple, cute, fluff, banter, no y/n used, no reader description, your an english professor, logan is a history professor

read on ao3 or find more parts for the series: here

divider credit: @enchanthings

“A disco party?” Logan repeated, his tone caught somewhere between disbelief and outright disdain. His scowl deepened as he leaned back on the bed, watching you fuss over two sequined jumpsuits in front of the mirror. “You’re jokin’, right? Who the hell thought this was a good idea?”

You grinned, holding the jumpsuits up against your body and tilting your head as you examined your reflection. “It was Ororo’s idea, obviously. And for the record, I think it’s genius. It’s fun, it’s retro, and c’mon… you lived through the disco era! You should be excited about this.”

Logan let out a low groan, dragging a hand down his face. “Sweetheart, trust me—livin’ through it once was enough. The disco era wasn’t all glitter and bell bottoms, you know. It was chaos.”

You turned to face him, ignoring his grumbling. “Okay, Mr. Grumpypants, focus. Which jumpsuit—gold or silver?”

His gaze flicked over you, and even though he tried to maintain his gruff expression, the way his eyes lingered on you betrayed him. He pointed to the gold one with a faint smirk. “The gold makes your ass look good. And it’s more accurate to the time period if you care about that sorta thing.”

You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched into a smile. “You really know how to sweet-talk a girl.”

Logan shrugged, leaning back on his elbows. “Just statin’ facts.”

“And what about you?” you asked, holding the gold jumpsuit up to your body for one last look. “What are you wearing to this fabulous disco extravaganza?”

“Hell no,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I’m not dressin’ up.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, setting the jumpsuit down and crossing your arms. “Oh, yes you are.”

“Darlin’, there’s not a chance in hell you’re gettin’ me into one of those ridiculous getups.”

“Oh, really?” you challenged, raising an eyebrow. “Logan, you’ve survived wars, mutant battles, and teaching hormonal teenagers. And you’re telling me you’re scared of a little polyester and sequins?”

His jaw tightened, and you could see him waver. He hated being called out, and you knew exactly how to push his buttons.

“You don’t even have to try that hard,” you added, softening your tone and stepping closer to him. “Just wear a pair of flared pants, an open shirt, and maybe a chain or two. You’ll look amazing. Trust me.”

Logan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose like he was already regretting this. “Fine,” he grumbled. “But if anyone takes a picture of me, I’m leavin’ early.”

Later that evening, the mansion was transformed into a glittering time machine. The large ballroom was strung with colorful lights, a disco ball casting shimmering patterns across the walls and floor. Abba blasted from the speakers, and nearly everyone was dressed to the nines in retro-themed outfits—bell bottoms, platform shoes, bright colors, and sparkly jumpsuits.

You walked into the room with Logan by your side, beaming as you took in the scene. Logan, however, looked less than thrilled in his flared black pants, white shirt left unbuttoned halfway down, and a gold chain you had somehow convinced him to wear.

“You look amazing,” you said, threading your arm through his.

“Feel like an idiot,” he muttered, though the faint blush creeping up his neck betrayed him.

“You’re my idiot,” you teased, leaning up to kiss his cheek before dragging him further into the room.

The energy in the ballroom was infectious. Everyone was dancing, laughing, and singing along to the music. You couldn’t stop smiling as you twirled in your gold jumpsuit, the sequins catching the light.

When “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!” started blasting through the speakers, you turned to Logan with a mischievous grin.

“Oh, no,” Logan said immediately, holding up his hands. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Come on, Logan!” you said, grabbing his arm. “It’s Abba! You can’t not dance to Abba!”

“Watch me,” he deadpanned.

But you weren’t having it. With a firm tug, you pulled him onto the dance floor, laughing as he let out a resigned groan.

“Alright, fine,” he muttered, standing awkwardly in the middle of the dance floor while you began to move to the music.

“Loosen up!” you said, grinning as you spun around him. “Just follow my lead!”

He grumbled something under his breath, but the sight of you—bright-eyed, laughing, and completely carefree—was impossible to resist. Slowly, he started to sway, his movements stiff at first but gradually more natural as you took his hands and guided him.

“That’s it!” you encouraged, laughing as you sang along to the lyrics. “Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight…”

Logan rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at his lips as he watched you dance, your joy lighting up the entire room. “You’re somethin’ else, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and warm.

“And don’t you forget it,” you teased, spinning around and pulling him closer.

To your surprise, Logan started to move with you, his hands resting on your hips as he let the music take over. His movements were a little clumsy, but there was something endearing about seeing him let his guard down.

“See?” you said, beaming up at him. “You’re a natural!”

“Don’t push it,” he muttered, though the smirk on his face betrayed his amusement.

As the song reached its chorus, you leaned up and kissed his cheek, your lips brushing against his stubble. “You’re officially my favorite dance partner.”

“Yeah?” he said, his hazel eyes softening as he looked down at you. “Well, you’re the only reason I’m even out here.”

For the rest of the song, you stayed close, swaying together as the disco ball spun above you. And though Logan would never admit it, he didn’t mind the ridiculous outfit or the cheesy music—not when it meant moments like this, where everything else melted away and it was just the two of you.

As the song ended, Logan leaned down, brushing his lips against your ear. “Next time, we’re pickin’ a decade without sequins.”

You laughed, resting your head against his chest. “Deal. But you have to admit, you had fun.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Yeah, maybe a little.”

[j0kers-light]

Hey <3 What would Joker think about a reader who speaks lots of languages? Does he speak multiple as well? Would he learn some together with the reader? Or does he not really pay attention to that? Have a lovely day~

Hey hi my love!! 🖤✨

It’s a beautiful day actually and my brain is running a mile a minute to answer this. As someone who is trilingual, (and working on learning more) I find it tricky to answer this ask from Joker’s perspective. 

Because on one hand learning a new language is both daunting and fun; anyone can do it! However it does have a tendency to pinpoint origin and define you as a person. 

Joker knowing a different language (in my opinion) is too risky given his strict, “I have an untraceable past” reputation. If he starts speaking a different language, it can be traced back to his past.

So no. I don’t think Joker would bother learning a different language. He speaks English and sarcasm. Now if it were for the betterment of his Light? He might?

Joker believes that pain translates the same across all languages, so why bother trying to understand what a person is saying as they plead for mercy?

He doesn’t have the need to pick up a new language so English it is!

That all changes when he meets his Bunny who is a foreign speaker. And ohh boy, he wasn’t prepared.

Your accent, the speed in which you talk.. Joker finds it downright sexy! Everything you say has a bit of a kick to it.

He doesn’t know a word you’re saying most of the time and you use that to your advantage when you’re upset with him. 

You stop talking in English and rant in your mother tongue leaving Joker standing there like 👁️🫦👁️

Joker is a certified simp. We know this. He instantly bricks up hearing you speak, especially if you say something during sex that he can’t translate. Horn-Y to the point of no return. 🥵

He is in awe how you speak multiple different tongues in the same conversation, simply because you can. 

One minute you are cracking a joke in English, you pause to listen to someone speak (insert language) and then you reply in a third; effectively blowing J’s mind.

You are constantly translating in your head and thinking of the correct consonants and vowels to use while still engaging in conversation.

It takes a sharp mind and loads of patience that Joker greatly admires. How you do it? He’ll never understand but it’s definitely hot.

Joker finds out that you know to sign and can read Braille too by accident; what are you? A walking Rosetta Stone? At this point what language do you not know?

Imagine his disbelief when he discovers you can sing certain songs in several more languages…

Joker dubs you his Google translate and if he needs assistance, best believe he’s asking for your help. 

You turn to glare at your boyfriend in disdain. He really dragged you out of bed for this. “I don’t know Mandarin, Joker.” You say for the fourth time.

Your response isn’t what J was expecting and his wide grin slowly falls from his face. Tense seconds pass as he hides his disappointment. “Bunny… you know a loT of languages..”

“Yes, but not..” You pinch your nose with a sigh. You are not an automated translator that J assumes you to be. You don't know every language! (that would be so cool btw)

The best course of action is letting Joker's hopes and dreams down softly. “It’s a rather hard and complicated dialect to learn, J.”

“And that mumbo jumbo you sang the other day wasn’t hard?!”

You drew a blank at him cutting you off. “J, what are you talking about?”

“Uhh you sa~ng in the car jusT fine, what's stopping ya now?” He grumbled. It took you a minute to remember what he's talking about and even then, you're still confused.

“Joker. That was Hebrew. Completely different language. Omg, are you really that racist?” You ask.

The poor guy that Joker abducted will just have to wait until you and J finish arguing to confess that he's fluent in English. He's too invested in this discussion to interrupt.

So that was a self insert head canon anon sorry not sorry. 🤣🤣🤣🥴 To clear the air. 

I can speak English, Greek, and Spanish. Although I can read and comprehend Spanish better than speaking it. 😭

I began learning French and Russian when I was in school but dropped it for personal reasons. Oh! I totally forgot that my boss was teaching me Vietnamese for two years back in the day lol.

I can sing certain songs in Hebrew, Danish, Latin, Spanish, French, and Japanese. I also poorly translated a few chapters of a book in German out of desperation until the official release was published in English. 🙃 I'm a menace.

[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

The Ducks Would Love Hamilton

In honour of me seeing Hamilton live tomorrow (!!!) here's some things a friend and I discussed last night about the DuckTales characters enjoying Hamilton.

• Fenton had a slight existential crisis when he was lucky enough to go to a show with the OG Broadway cast, because how in the hell does the guy playing Hamilton sound exactly like him (ooh, how very meta)

• Dewey's the first to discover Hamilton out of the family, and he does not shut up about it. Eventually everyone listens to the album, and while most of them seem to enjoy it, Dewey, Della and Webby are by far the most obsessed. Donald is not a fan, but gets dragged into the whole thing anyways.

• The kids use their dart guns for fake duels in the hallways. Scrooge not only allows this but encourages them (and also turns around so he can have deniability).

• Donald keeps getting woken up early by Della trying to learn the fast part of Guns And Ships. It takes her a while but she eventually gets there. 

• The next time Goldie comes over, someone (probably either Louie or Della) starts playing Say No To This over a Bluetooth speaker. Goldie, having never even heard of Hamilton before, is confused af, while Scrooge is blushing redder than his jacket.

• ^^ Because yes, as much as he hates admitting it, even Scrooge loves Hamilton. For starters, he's always admired the theatre (my hc is that he's a huge Shakespeare nerd since his youth). He also finds Hamilton's whole "determined immigrant" thing wildly relatable, and he also writes like he's running out of time. His favourite song is Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down) because y'know. Victory and all that.

• When it's announced that Hamilton is coming to Duckburg, everyone (understandably) flips out. Scrooge anticipates this, and buys tickets super early to guarantee the family gets good seats. It goes... Well, about the way you'd expect a night at the theatre with the Ducks to go.

• Everyone dresses to the absolute nines, even though it's not a particularly fancy venue - it's a big night for them all. Dewey, Della and Webby are actually in full cosplay, while Scrooge, Beakley, Huey, Louie, Launchpad and Donald (who was all but dragged there) are in fairly regular formalwear (the latter two are more along the lines of "business casual" but still).

• Everyone tries to keep a lid on their excitement so they don't get in trouble for singing along, and it kind of works.

• In the end, it's actually Scrooge that's the first to draw unwanted attention, for booing when King George enters to singYou'll Be Back. Something, something, historical hatred of the English monarchy runs deep for Clan McDuck.

• Because they don't wanna get kicked out of the Coolest Musical Ever To Exist (Webby's words), everyone just lip-syncs to the songs. This is exactly what I'm gonna be doing when I go, by the way.

• Webby cries during That Would Be Enough. Della cries in Dear Theodosia and Stay Alive Reprise (Donald even sheds a few tears during those songs, but he'll never admit it.) Everyone ends up a little emotional in Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story. 

• The car ride there (and back) was spent belting out the songs because they knew they couldn't in the theatre. Donald brought his headphones and sits in the back, resolutely listening to Nirvana or something. Am I adding this to the ever-lengthening list of fic ideas? Yeah. Is that a guarantee I'm actually gonna write it? Nope.

[lndsismaeverything]

"Maye I have this dance? " |

Gojo satoru

Short , short , fluffy ,fluff, puff

An: gojo satoru is definitely the type to sing along to a slow dance. So romantic (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

Not proof red. English is not my first language .

Gojo satoru is definitely the type to sing when the two of you are slow dancing. It can be in the living room at 3am or outside when its raining. He will sing.

And you don't mind it because he has a lovely voice and it makes you fall in love with him again .

Gojo satoru will randomly take your hand, his around your waist pulling you toward him and start dancing . Which makes you laugh a little

" what so funny , pretty " he called you

" nothing " you shake your head and just dance with him.

But this time it was little different. You see him turning the speaker on , connecting the it to his phone and then starts making his way toward you. Where you were sitting on the sofa in your pj's.

" my lady? " he said extending his hand out

" what's the occasion today? " you said gently putting you hand on top of his.

" what? I can dance with my lovely girlfriend ? " he said pulling you towards him, the music started to play on que

You wrapped you arms around his neck as his where around your waist. And you guys started to dance to the music

It was quite for a couple of minutes untill satoru spoke.

" I'm grateful "

" for what ? '' you said looking at him

" for having you of course " he chuckled

" but seriously I'm really grateful for having you. You make me feel like I'm gojo satoru not for the strongest but for who I really am. You make me feel loved , you make me feel at home , you make me feel that I'm not alone " he said slowly dragging you to the beat of the song

" if we ever meet again in our next life I won't hesitate to choose you again. And I will do what ever it takes to make you mine again and again..." His words makes you heart melt

" guess I'm stuck with you forever huh? " you said Chuckling , can't help but kiss him by the neck

" you fucking bet " he said and started to sing to song that was playing and can't help but join

" Wise men say "

"Only fools rush in"

"But I can't help falling in love with you"

"Shall I stay?"

"Would it be a sin"

"If I can't help falling in love with you?"

"Like a river flows"

"Surely to the sea"

"Darling, so it goes"

"Some things are meant to be"

"Take my hand"

"Take my whole life, too"

"For I can't help falling in love with you"

"Like a river flows"

"Surely to the sea"

"Darling, so it goes"

"Some things are meant to be"

"Take my hand"

"Take my whole life, too"

"For I can't help falling in love with you"

"For I can't help falling in love with you"

The song ended and the two of you locks eye, his ocean blue met your lips without a word the two of you shared a passionate kiss.

" damn it " satoru laugh a little after the two of you pulled away form the kiss

" you be the end of me someday " you playfully punch his chest

" and you are stealing my heart everyday , you thief " which he just laughed more

" well we both doomed " he says before tackling you on the sofa.

[xoxoxoz]

Lee Youngseo x F!reader

📝: You and Youngseo have been keeping your relationship on the down low since R U Next began. But the moment one contestant found out the truth, there was no point of hiding anymore

⚠️: fluffy YoungY/n type of fic, Youngseo tops in the relationship but not in a nsfw way (does that make sense😭), reader is in the Bad Boy group with Jiwoo, Jeongeun and Chanelle, English speaker reader, reader is an 05

For: @strawbseo

“Yesss Y/n, your vocals are vocallingggg” Chanelle praised with a dramatic click of her fingers.

You had to cover your mouth to laugh. “You’re making me shy”

“What does vocalling mean?” Jiwoo asked as she scratched her head.

“It’s just a silly expression to say that Y/n’s vocals are super good” the half American explained.

Jiwoo slowly nodded her head. “So if I said her singing is singinging…”

“Mmm doesn’t work like that”

The two walked off as Chanelle tried explaining the phrase in a better way and Jeongeun followed them. You mentally patted yourself on the back just before an arm rested around your shoulder.

“Hey, beautiful” your girlfriend whispered closely in your ear.

You hid your face in her chest. An advantage for Youngseo because she was taller than you. “Hi, Youngie”

“Your vocals never fail to blow me away. I kept messing up in my group practice because I was focusing on you more” She giggled.

“Is that why I heard Moa Unnie scolding you?”

“Yep. It was hard finding an excuse”

“It better have been a good one” You playfully warned.

“Yah, what’s happening over here? Are you two a couple now or something?” Yunah teased while wrapping her long arms around you and Youngseo.

“We’re actually married. We made that official with our cheese rings last night” Youngseo replied smoothly.

“Last night? I would’ve wifed up Y/n the moment we met” Yunah winked at you, causing you to blush and hide in Youngseo’s chest again.

“Hey back off, she’s mine” You heard your girlfriend say in a tone that you couldn’t decipher.

Yunah laughed it off and ran away to annoy Minju who was eating Jihyun’s snacks. You pinched your girlfriend’s cheek as hard as you could.

“OW!”

Going on your tippy toes, your lips matched height with her ear. “You need to learn to control your emotions or else we’re gonna get caught”

“Ow ow ow im sorry! I didn’t like what she said” Youngseo whined before you released her now reddening cheek.

“Just don’t be too obvious, babe”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Youngseo…”

“It’ll be a quick one!”

You looked around the room and thankfully no one was paying attention to you or your whiny girlfriend. “Fine. But let’s go and get snacks. I’m kinda hungry”

Youngseo grabbed your hand and started walking towards the doors but Jiwoo stepped right in front to block your path.

“And where are you two going?”

“Just getting snacks” Youngseo replied happily.

“And you’re taking Y/n?”

“She was the one who asked me to go with her. Don’t worry Jiwoo Unnie, we’ll be back before you know it!”

Jiwoo sighed and stepped aside. “Alright. Bring me something back while you’re at it. Wonhee ate everything in my bag”

“No worries, Unnie. Bye~”

Your girlfriend continued to drag you down the halls where the vending machines were located. Your sparkling eyes scanned over the delicious chips and drinks provided.

Youngseo’s sparkling eyes, however, were all on you. Her arm went around your waist and her smile seemed to grow impossibly bigger than before. “You’re so pretty, Baby. Do you know that?”

Thank God for the air conditioner inside the building otherwise you would’ve melted to the ground by now. You covered your face and started squealing. “Stop it!”

“But I’m telling the truth. You’re beautiful and I’m so lucky to call you mine” she continued to say while she kissed your head. “Now which snacks would you like?”

You peeked through your fingers. “The spicy chips please”

“Alright…but give me kiss first” Youngseo quickly said and puckered her lips.

You held her cheeks and kneaded them like dough. “You’re so frustrating but so cute”

“Kiss kiss kiss~” she chanted a bit too loud that you jumped into kissing her on the lips.

It was strong enough to almost knock her down but she managed to keep her balance by squeezing your waist. You finished the kiss with 3 more pecks before you pulled away.

“There, can I get my chips now?”

“Mmm, there’s an extra kissing fee”

“For what?!”

“Because I’m your girlfriend and I need more kisses or else I’ll die”

“Stop being dramatic! We’re always together 24/7”

Youngseo pouted. “Just a few more and I won’t ask again”

Rolling your eyes, you kissed her gently this time. It let Youngseo savour the taste and warmth of your soft lips and the feeling of your small hands caress her nape.

Neither of you wanted the moment to end.

But a loud gasp caused you two to separate.

Chanelle stood there with her jaw slacked. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt—whatever is going on”

“Chanelle Unnie! I-I uh…Let us explain” you panicked in English.

“Hey woah there sister, you don’t need to explain anything. I’m not a snitch” she chuckled. “Sorry for my reaction, I was just not expecting for this to happen”

“I’m sorry, I’m a bit worried about what the others would say—“

“The others? Honey, we all know you two are practically married. We just like to tease you to see if the truth would come out sooner. Took longer than expected” Chanelle spoke with a smile.

“Wait, everyone knows?” Youngseo asked while holding your hand.

“We talk about your chemistry a lot so you can call us your biggest YoungY/n fans. But the only thing we have to say is that you two should be careful especially since we have cameras everywhere. Last thing we want is for your debut spot to disappear when Korea finds out. You know how they are”

“Yes Unnie we’ll be super careful” Your girlfriend said.

“You two are cute together. Don’t lose that spark. I’ll go back now and you should too. Can’t keep them waiting” Chanelle winked before running off.

Youngseo pulled you into a back hug and took a whiff of your floral scented hair. “You feel better now?”

You leaned back into her long arms and sighed with content. “Absolutely. At least we can act normal around each other when the cameras are off”

“Oh for sure. Will be giving you all the kisses we’ve missed these past days”

“Come on, let’s buy the snacks now. I’m gonna pass out from starvation soon”

Youngseo pulled out her credit card. “Yes ma’am. We need to get Jiwoo Unnie’s chips too”

While the taller girl was inserting the card and buying the snacks, you leaned up to kiss her cheek. “Thanks again, Youngie. I love you”

“I love you more” She giggled and quickly kissed your lips before grabbing the packets of chips.

[patrickbaeddman]

went to a show for the first time since neutral milk hotel in 2014. so it's literally been 10 years, not counting places where bands were playing in the background or that i was dragged to and didn't care about or like, raves. it was very interesting, i learned a lot. some observations

it's not that loud. my speakers at home can almost get that loud. i was right next to the speakers, too. i was also right next to some girls. the girls were way louder than the bands. girls can scream really loud, huh? so powerful.

it's a losing game to try to dance to shoegaze, but, other people clearly don't care about the drums as much as i do. they literally don't dance to the drums. i thought that's what sort of set the pace and style of dancing

i guess, unless it's very interesting in some other way, i need music to be kinda fast to enjoy it live. this was like normal alternative rock music and i was trying to dance and the fact that literally nothing happens musically was really messing me up. it's interesting that most normal alt rock sort of pauses the music part to allow us to hear someone singing lyrics written in the 1,000 most common english words. i don't usually listen to this sort of thing so it was sort of extraordinary to hear it.

girls love music. there were like a million hot girls there and it wasn't even like a girly band, i was under the impression it was an internet band for internet boys. and they weren't just with their boyfriends, they were with other girls. or alone. or lesbians. inspiring

kids love music. there were a bunch of teenagers there, i'm pretty sure. two people behind me looked like, 14. they acted 14 also. they seemed confused and were constantly asking each other about why things were the way they were. 'why are there people like, right up front...' one said weakly. i almost answered some of their questions, but i decided to just keep listening in

you have to go early if you want merch or to be in the pit or to see the band. i basically knew this but it's good to confirm. also how you open up a pit at this kind of show is a mystery to me but if i was in there i definitely would have moshed

i mostly focused on spying on other people, not the bands. one group of girls next to me were so excited for these middle aged rock men, it sort of filled me with awe. they were screaming and everything. for normal alt rock men. i think that's beautiful. another pair of friends were talking about being autistic and how they were bored and should have brought stim toys. hot girls. hot girls were talking like this. i may need to go out more often

i did try flirting with some girls by getting in the merch line and then offering them my spot since i didn't want merch. i was going to do this to the hottest girls that walked past, but then i realized i would defintiely have to tap them on the shoulder to get their attention, so i decided to give it to the hottest trans girls that walked past, so as not to cause an international incident. indeed, the pair of trans girls i picked needed to be shoulder tapped to get them to talk to me, and they did not seem happy about it. i think they didn't realize i was trans, i must have just looked like a creepy gynecomastia band guy. i did wear a band t-shirt and cargo pants and boots. the type of girls i want to flirt with and hang out with would be nice to creepy guys, anyway, though, so i chose wrong. nevertheless, i told them they were beautiful, which was true, and left to go up to the stage.

something extraordinary happened towards the end of the show. everyone was filming with their phones, and as you know, the most notable things tend to happen at the end of shows. like, songs everyone's excited about, or whatever. the finale. so, when the band began playing a certain song, everyone got out their phones, held them up high, and began filming. of course, i was surrounded entirely by women. who all simultaneously lifted their arms... perfume and deodorant can't cover up all body odor after one has been dancing (or, at least, standing sweatily) for more than an hour. i smelled something incredible. it might have been all worth it for this.

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

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I thin it's also because he kinda of has a deep voice? And as you said he also doens't sound someone who's best at korean too and it's because there's an accent to his speaking and his voice is deep and like the way his tongue rolls while speaking you can immediately say he's not a smooth speaker even in his native language. Jimin has a little bit of that when speaking English, like you can tell it's different for him to pronounce certain words or they sound a bit different but he's like wayyyyyy better than taehyung like taehyung's 98% English singing goes above my head while in jimin's case it's just few words only and he sounds GREAT and very smooth in Angel song so he's improved.

In my opinion RM (his voice is also deep but of course he knows the language and is fluent), yoongi, and jungkook these are the three who's English has no accent atleast to yg's and jungkook's so they do pronounce the English words better than other members. Then comes jimin definitely. This is just about the pronounciation part and nothing about them knowing the language and all.

No, it definitely has nothing to do with the tone of his voice.

I personally don't think Jungkook or Yoongi speak without an accent either, and a lot of times I don't understand Jungkook when he sings in English. Yoongi drags his word and has the same issue as Taehyung when speaking any language imo. He just doesn't open his mouth around the words.

Twice's English version of "can't stop me" comes to mind, because it came out around the time BTS were promoting dynamite and I remember listening to it and couldn't help comparing how good their English was and how bad BTS are, in comparison. And I don't think twice are fluent, either. Because it doesn't have to do with being fluent, they just probably practiced a lot before recording the song, the same way I think I've seen Jungkook say he practiced or the same way Jimin was studying English for like two years.

Maybe something could be said about stylistic choices in the pronunciation or intonation for Taehyung when he sings, like Jimin sings English differently in like crazy vs how he sings in butter or we don't talk anymore cover. You can tell he's making choices on how to sing them. But Taehyung sounds the same when speaking English too, so it can't be passed off as stylistic choice.

A lot of people who are native English speakers make it extremely hard to understand what they're singing a lot of times because of these stylistic choices. It's not singing, but just last night I was watching some clips from my policeman with Harry Styles because it's been a while since I've watched the movie and didn't remember some scenes. And he's not really a good actor, but I kept thinking how much his way of speaking affects his acting lol. I was literally thinking that his acting might even improve if he worked with with a speech coach. Just something about the inflection of his voice and the lack of emotion when he speaks, even though he's able to sing acapella really well and lovely. But when he talks he just doesn't have that emotion. Likewise, there's no emotion in Taehyung's singing either.

[alottamoney]

as someone who speaks english as a second language, I’m so bummed out by people dragging someone for their english. like you definitely don’t have to like it, and he’s not holding a gun to your head to listen to him, but reading some of the comments on twt just makes me feel a type of way about not being a native speaker… and the worst part is that most of the comments about his english come from people who are in the same position as me, so what kind of internalised hate is going on there 🫤

and this isn’t to say that people shouldn’t discuss his pronunciation (or rather enunciation), but they’re not discussing it, they’re just saying he should stop singing in english, and that’s fucked up

While he has the right tone for it, the garbled words are distracting. Idk if it's an English problem, didn't they say he has an interesting way of speaking Korean too.

[sugar-petals]

can you give us more thoughts about domestic yoongles? the taemin's one (wich I love) just made me miss the cat boy so much ;o;

i have a phd in househusband yoongi so let me fire out some ideas for ya.

myg at home headcanon

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The doorbell sound is a recording of Yoongi imitating a doorbell. He’s such a meme. Ceci n'est pas une pipe.

Seemingly, he teaches himself a new recipe every week. To perfection. Yoongi is very particular about sticking to the recipe and wielding his kitchen tools in the right way. He collects knives, olive oil, and still hates cutting onions.

He separates sleep time, work time, and couple time as the holy trinity. For each, he switches his mood.

Blushes easily no matter for how long you’ve been together.

Establishes his own radio show where he DJs at one point.

Yoongi keeps an extreme track on the garbage schedule. He knows exactly what is due when. Separating the trash is a must. That includes sorting out fake friends trying to get between your relationship. Your social circle as a couple is extremely deliberate.

Yoongi deems himself a terrible host for guests. Unless Hoseok is there to drag him out, it's true he rather stays in the kitchen or at the barbecue preparing the menu courses rather than making small talk. He leaves the hospitality bits to you, however you want to go about it.

What he lacks in conversing with guests, he makes up in bed, God is absolutely fair.

He sings and hums pretty often and has his own vernacular of extraterrestrial uwu noises. It's an alphabet that you have to yet decipher but it's incredibly cute.

Self-made paintings everywhere around his house. 

Yoongi hasn't gone clubbing since grammar school. The most he does is going to a restaurant at lunch with very close friends. And always in a work context. His private life is so secluded from everything else and paparazzi just don't spot him anywhere, Dispatch thinks he must live abroad.

Very well, he does consider his big ole house a separate country. It's a living organism with a studio, gym, trophy room, small-size basketball court, and vastly equipped kitchen. A home theater as well, he likes American movies (like Inception) and Korean action genres, and you can stream whatever you fancy in there whenever you like. 

Yes, he has underwear with cute little bears on.

There's even a little pond in the backyard. Yoongi, Pisces he is, likes fishes after all. Sometimes he sits at the edge of the 'Little Ole Min Lake (LOML)' and stares into the water for literal hours with his chin parked on his palm.

His fridge is so high-tech and futuristic, even Yoongi is rendered clueless by its AI sometimes. The washing machine, too.

Yoongi watches RuPaul’s drag race. What did you expect? He finds it so humorous.

Owns lord knows how many comic collections.

Favorite holiday destination: New York.

Christmas is basically 50% you unveiling new music equipment to him in the garage and Yoongi almost fainting at the sexiness of it. The other 50% is spent holding hands and orgasm after orgasm until the new year since you loose track of time.

Goes on long rants why he’d marry you again every weekend.

Making you presents is his specialty. Always accompanied with a hand-written note. He writes a lot of things by hand for you in general. Texting, basically never. Always on paper.

No sex without a blanket and socks on. Yoongi gets cold very very easily and just doesn’t like showing skin. You buy him a heated blanket for his birthday, he even uses it in his studio chair.

Chronically addicted to making out.

Matching black outfits and glasses.

Laughs at even your worst jokes or phrases you didn’t expect you even uttered.

Yoongi owns the phoniest, most secretive-looking black car ever and nobody knows about it. Even he forgets he owns it, in fact he genuinely acts like it just doesn’t exist. Hilarious. And that guy has a level 1 Korean driver's license. Which allows him to drive trailers and busses and fucking trucks, and construction machines, let that sink in.

It's really a genius curse. Yoongi being put to the test will always deliver but he won't choose to execute his full skillset if he doesn't have to. Well, pragmatic. He's not as phony as he thinks he is, which is even more hilarious.

He uses that behemoth of a car so scarcely because he'd rather have things delivered to his doorstep and he's stingy with gas. Also, he doesn't like traffic and driving because of the traumatic shoulder accident and his tendency to space out. Translation: You drive that thing... that monster... it really is an impressive, fast, and scary machine. 

If someone devious ever even remotely manages to invade his privacy and get past the doubly-installed security system, he has enough money to deal with it no matter what.

If it concerns your privacy, he's a red belt. And owns Jin's number if a taekwondo master is required. Jimin's if it needs someone with kendo skills.

If Yoongi needs someone to go on a complete rampage, Jungkook lives just down the block. He can sprint to Yoongi's bunker I mean mansion within 45 seconds. 30 if it's very urgent. 20 if the reward is an instant ramen splurge with Yoongi's black card.

He has a sexy, glamorous sword collection hanging on the living room wall anyways, so. Who the hell is dumb enough to mess with him and his expensive lawyer in the first place.

But just in case, who knows... Yoongi settles matters shruggingly, anonymously, and with cash and he's too exhausted for violence, but don't underestimate his deter-min-ation and network for emergencies. Also, he is Agust D after all.

He will bonk a naughty burglar or kidnapper across the head with a wooden cooking spoon or take him down by throwing a basketball if the situation requires it. Damn, his reflexes are so fast, a feral cat in motion. So, lean back and sip on your drink of choice. Things are cared for.

If Yoongi is the one being kidnapped or a highly skilled stalker invades the property at night when he's fast asleep (nothing can wake this man during certain hours, strong REM right here): Don't forget that honeyboy is a Dodgers fan. There are signed baseball bats everywhere in this damn house.

In that sense, your parents visiting you here for the first time thought you were an undercover thug couple. Not to worry mom and dad, you both just like sports very much okay.

Yoongi walks around in all black clothes and the rooms are all seemingly dark. Even if you live together, you don't know his skin care routine. It's clear to you he's some sort of vampire.

Since Yoongi always forgets to remove his makeup, you made it a habit to wipe it down when he's about to pass out. He won't lie, he enjoys that kind of affection.

Holly is your resident child. You're essentially a family.

He insists to tackle this by himself, Yoongi sees his therapist monthly. Not shifting responsibility is something he's stubborn about and he pours his emotions into writing. You will do conversation about deeper stuff, but he says it's mostly up to him and his own mind. He dislikes burdening you or opening up too much and it's something to respect rather than force him about. If he wants to share a thought, he will. It doesn’t mean he can’t trust you or sucks at communicating (we know that he’s direct). Yoongi simply can’t put that much pain in such few words nor should you alleviate it for him.

Calls from the manager faze Yoongi as much as Jimin is bothered by gravity. If he’s busy kissing your body slow mo, who the hell dares to disturb his worship. 

This man had so many let-downs and interpersonal catastrophes in his life, he's super discerning with people. Because he rolls that way, during their first meeting Yoongi uses his psychology certificate on your friends. You see him squint at them, he listens very closely. After they pass the vibe check aka meow radar, he befriends them, too.

Yoongi doodles Grammy trophies everywhere to manifest them.

Yoongi shaves his legs.

All the sex toys he’s ever bought are black. Gotta vibe in style.

He spends ridiculous amounts of time in the studio but he's yours for the remainder of the night, breakfast, and he makes a lavish lunch and dinner.

Um, consider his head parked between your legs. The Hongkong line was not a joke.

Doesn’t mind you squishing his cheeks whenever and for how long you like. 

Every other weekend he gets flowers, vouchers, and gifts — not because of fans, they don’t know where his house is, but because he donates so much.

Namjoon often drops by and cleanses the area with his crystals.

Yoongi is a photography major so you can ask him to take professional, ceiling-high black and white shots of you.

Feeding each other food lovingly. Man, this guy got lips.

He set up a library just for you, in the exact historical aesthetic you like the most. Send him the link to any book you want, it's basically in the online shopping cart already. As I said, he wants to make you presents like every week.

Sometimes he sits on the other end studying English videos and vocab while you read. And yes, he's already 95% fluent but pretends being merely intermediate. He knows technical terms even native speakers have never heard of.

He collects pajamas and earrings.

Swears on the phone.

Namjoon being the horniest member is a cover-up story. Yoongi masturbates almost unreasonable amounts of times, by himself and in your arms when going to bed. Not gonna lie, it’s a sight to see his hands at work. He’s almost equally obsessed with fingering you once you ask him.

Yoongi was the one asking you to move in and almost had a nervous meltdown before meeting up with you to tell you just that. 

He’s the little spoon and of course a sleeping burrito to hold tight.

Finds you equally attractive in any state or styling. Yoongi practices what he preaches, he always reacts the same and says the same. 

Jams out to outrageous beats Namjoon sends him by dancing in the studio. You walk in on him every time. Was embarrassed at first, now you dance along.

Has bought you a life-sized Yoongi pillow and customized you a giant Shooky to hug when he’s not at home over night.

Owned a wine cellar until he quit drinking. Turned it into a piano room instead.

Only you know Yoongi has a serpent and dagger tattoo.

Scrubs the bathroom religiously.

The house smells like restaurant food and his extravagant perfumes half of the time.

Sometimes he has to remind himself he’s married to you and not his coffee machine. He shall be forgiven. You can’t complain that he doesn’t love you enough, nor is he ever not adorable when drinking his latte.

Never wears short sleeves. It can be scorching and he’ll wear a jacket. 

Tell him and the cap stays on during sex.

He grows his hair out and puts it in a low bun. The bangs remain.

Yoongi has installed the most fire-proof building in the entire city it seems. That he wanted to be a firefighter when he was young definitely shows. Figures the house has to be protected from heat: His blasting studio music and Yoongi himself are just way too sizzling.

Still melts into a puddle when you kiss his nose.

Couple sunrise watching. 

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[aciid-eater]

Tanaka Ryuunosuke x Black! Reader fluff/nsfw

Summary: when a special song turns a hangout into something more intense.

Warnings: Oral(receiving), great music, praise, body worship.

“Who?” Tanaka asked, laid out on y/n’s bed with his hands behind his head. The sun was beginning to set outside of her window, soft orange hues bathing the room in a nice glow. His shirt was thrown off somewhere to the side, forgotten along with his shoes.

Opening his eyes, he watched with full interest as y/n stood from her desk chair.

The sun had always been beautiful on her skin, turning a warm brown into liquid gold. It always made his heart flutter, counting the seconds before the sunlight would be on its way.

“Sza. An American artists.” Y/n clarified, voice low and smooth.

Tanaka liked the way she talked to him, the way she giggled and said his name.

“But then I wouldn’t be able to understand it.” He pouted just a bit, looking to the ceiling and closing his eyes again. His face began to rise in temperature as the feeling of a nimble hand appeared on his chest. A light finger traced the skin between his pecs, slowly going down until it reached the beginning of his happy trail. To keep from squirming, his eyes shot open, his face very well red now.

Y/n peered under her eyelashes down onto his form, eyes a warm honey color from the sun. She was absolutely beautiful. It was times like these that made him wonder how much longer he could torture himself like this. The longing feeling of wanting to hold and caress and girl who never saw him as more than a friend was eating him up inside. 

“She has sort of an accent while singing, I don’t think you would be able to understand even if you were better at English.” She mumbled.

“Move back.” He obeyed her word like law, using his palms to push himself back so his waist wasn’t hanging off the bed.

Y/n slid both of her warm hands up his chest and moved her leg over his waist. Tanaka used his hands to steady her, long fingers gripping her hips. She stratled his lap carefully, then she pulled her phone out the pocket of her sweatshirt.

Finally she tapped her phone screen a couple times, then a fluttering melody began to flow from the speakers.

“She’s one of my favorites. I play her music a lot.” Y/n commented, reaching out to run her hands over Tanaka’s collarbone. She was always so gentle when touching him, almost as if she thought he would break. He leaned his head back against the sheets, trying to take his mind off the pretty girl on his lap.

“Her voice does sound familiar.” He mumbled, closing his eyes.

Y/n smiled, reaching out her grasp his face in her hands. She began humming softly, running her thumbs over the skin on his cheeks and over his eyebrows.

She always felt lost at sea with him. As if nothing else mattered around them except each other.

Tanaka reached up, wrapping his hands loosely around her wrists and rubbing the inside of them. Opening his eyes slowly, he was once again breathless in awe at scene infront of him.

“The sun has always done you justice.” He mumbled.

“What do you mean by that?” She asked. His hands slid up and placed themselves over hers on his face.

“I mean you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.” He said. Y/n’s heart skipped a couple beats. She held her breath, afraid that If she were to breathe, it would blow away this moment she didn’t want to end.

“Close your eyes for me one more time?” She asked. Although confused, Tanaka followed her instructions. And he was pleasantly surprised with the gentle kiss her plush lips left on his own.

It didn’t last long, she pulled away, rested her forehead on his and staring into his eyes. He pulled one of his large hands from over hers and softly grasped y/n’s chin. The way her lips molded over his was intoxicating. Opening her mouth just a little, she moaned when his tongue slipped inside. She tasted sweet, like chocolate. Her hand wandered down his neck, fumbling her fingers over his collarbone. After a few minutes, she finally pulled back, filling her lungs with air.

“Fuck...” she stated breathlessly, placing a hand on his chest and sitting up. As she settled her weight, she let out an abrupt whine as her damp underwear came in contact with the bulge in Tanaka’s shorts. Cautiously, she swirled her hips over his crotch, watching as his eyes rolled back and he let out a low hiss.

“Y/n.” He mumbled lowly in an octave that made her shudder.

“Ryu...” she whined, squirming over him a bit more to get her point across. His back arched off the bed just a bit, his hands reaching out the grasp her thighs. Her fingers toyed under the waistband of his short, using it as leverage to grind her desperate cunt down on him.

“Please.” She whispered, eyebrows scrunching up in need.

Tanaka’s breath caught in his throat, his brain getting fuzzy as his his underwear got painfully tight.

Then finally, with the looped song still strolling in the background, he picked her up with one swift movement and placed her at the edge of the bed.

“Whatever you want.” He mumbled into the crook of her neck, pulling at the hem of her sweatshirt. Finally pulling it off, he tossed it off to the side and immediately his lips attached to her jaw. He made slow work down her neck, testing ever single spot with his lips. He left little heart shaped hickeys in places that made her squirm with need.

“Ryu please, I need you-“ y/n’s fingers pulled at his shorts, trying to get him to take them off. But one of his strong hands caught her wrists and held them still, his other hand kneading into her hip.

“We’re gonna get there, let me take my time with you, beautiful.” He stated, somehow unclasping her bra with one hand. Something like this could either make their relationship, or break their friendship so he would be damned if he didn’t enjoy it while it lasted.

Y/n gasped as his mouth came in contact with one of her nipples. His mouth was so warm as he flicked it around with his tounge. She arched her back foward, rubbing her thighs together as Tanaka moved her wrists in the air above her head and switched sides. He left hickeys all over her collarbone and her chest. Leaning back, he smiled at his work, flicking one of y/n’s nipples softly. He snickered when she yelped.

Finally he let her wrists go and softly he pushed her back onto the mattress, pulling her little shorts off and tossing them to the side.

“Those little things have always driven me crazy.” He mumbled, leaning over and placing a kiss right in the valley of her breasts.

“Good, that’s what I bought em for.” She replied.

Tanaka’s lips traveled down her stomach next. Y/n squirmed in anticipation as he pressed his fingers against her clit through her underwear.

“You’re soaked.” He mumbled in astonishment. He wasted no time hooking his fingers under the fabric and pulling them off completely.

His mouth was everywhere but where she do desperately needed him. He placed kisses all long her her calfs, ankles, thighs and stomach. Y/n’s breath hitched everytime he made another bruise on the soft skin of her inner thighs.

“Ryu baby, I need you so bad, please just-“

Y/n’s hands balled up the sheets beside her in anticipation. She didn’t want to rush him but fuck, he was taking so long.

Tanaka chuckle, watching y/n’s face flush as she sighed. Finally relenting, he pulled both her thighs onto his shoulders. One hand reached up to intertwine with hers, and the other moved to hold her cunt open.

Y/n let out a long whine as as Tanaka’s lips wrapped around her clit. Her free hand immediately came down to rest on the back of his head, not pushing, but just a soft weight.

“You taste so sweet.” He mumbled teasingly, the vibrations sending shivers up her spine.

“Ryu..” Her moans were so soft and delicate, they made Tanaka shiver as he flicked his tongue over the bundle of nerves. He was so hard it hurt, but he wanted to make her cum before he did.

Tanaka’s eye rolled back as y/n’s thighs clamped around his head. He lifted his free hand just to smack her outer thigh and hear her little Yelp.

And as y/n got closer to the edge her moans came out in shorter bursts. Her ankles locked behind his head, making Tanaka reach down and begin palming himself through his shorts. Various slurping noises could be heard just over the melody of the looped song. But it wasn’t enough to drown out y/n’s cry of relief as her release washed over her.

“That’s right, cum in my mouth pretty girl.” Tanaka moaned, slurping her up as her legs came down off his shoulders. Y/n propped herself up on her elbows, watching as Tanaka wiped the cum dribbling off his chin with two of his fingers. Y/n’s cunt clenched around nothing as he stood off his knees and lifted her chin with his opposite hand.

“Open for me.” He stated. She obeyed, opening and swirling her tongue around his fingers. Tanaka bit his lip, following the way her plush lips puckerered around his digits.

He wasted no time losing his shorts and letting his cock spring free. Pulling a condom from the pocket of his wallet, he slipped it on and ushered Y/n to lay back against the bed.

His hand rubbed over her hip as he tested the waters, pushing the tip in and out of her. Finally confident enough, he slowly pushed all the way in, catching one of y/n’s warm hands and interlocking their fingers.

She gasped at the feeling, she felt full as her walls clenched around him. His stroked started out slowly, fully in and out as he moved around for a spot he knew would have her weak.

Suddenly a loud moan was ripped from her throat, her eyes rolling back as Tanaka aimed to hit that spot again.

“You look so pretty like this...ngh taking my cock like a good girl.” He growled, speeding his hips up as he began pounding into her.

At the cry of his name, Tanaka leaned over flush with her chest to bite at her bottom lip. Her free hand clawed at his back, creating marks he knew he would have to explain to the volleyball team in the change room later.

“Fuck Ryu!” She cried, every sweet drag of his hips was sending her hurtling towards cloud 9.

“Don’t stop don’t stop, right there!” She squirmed under him, trying to stop herself from screaming into the air.

“You like it when I fuck you like this huh?” He smirked, slowing down just a bit.

“Yes!” Y/n cried.

“Say it.” Tanaka smiled. “Say it for me and I’ll make you cum as many times as you want.”

His hand trailed down the leg over his shoulder and slapped her ass.

“NGH- fuck I-I love it when you fuck me like th-this!” She cried, legs shaking as Tanaka sped his thrusts to be even faster than before.

“Who’s making you feel this good?” He asked, moving so hard that the sound of skin slapping almost drowned out the music.

“You are!” She yelled, head leaning back on the mattress as her back arched into his touch.

“Look at me, look at me pretty girl.” He demanded. Y/n lifted her head, catching his eyes in her half lidded ones.

“Now cum.” He said softly. Immediately y/n’s walls fluttered and she made a mess all around his cock, Tanaka following not too far afterwards.

He pulled out of her with a small ‘pop’. And after throwing away the condom, he put his boxers back on and threw y/n his shirt. Grabbing her phone off the floor, y/n pressed pause on the loop video. It was dark outside now, and well past 9 o’clock.

“So, what did you think about the song?” Y/n asked with a tired smile, leaning back on her pillows.

“It’s a beautiful song, though I like it better when the adlibs are you moaning my name.” He snickered, climbing on the bed and leaning his head on her stomach.

“That’s the power of Sza music.” Y/n yawned, letting her eyes flutter until she eventually fell asleep.

[parkers-gal]

would you be willing to write a taylor!reader? just thinking how cute it would be to see tom and the rest of the world react to london boy 🥺 (sorry for the mistakes, english is not my first language 🥲)

that’s okay !!! your english is great bb :) i got multiple requests for this so here we go <3

(i streamed this song so fucking much… bye)

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This is the first album you complete own — just you, with all the rights and the master recordings. So, best believe Tom’s throwing a big fucking celebration for the release night.

You’re all gathered in the living with glasses of alcohol in your hands and snacks on the coffee table for self-serving. With the album over an hour long, you’ve decided to skip around the tracks a little bit, letting everyone pick and choose so they can listen to it fully on their own time.

Tom has claimed which track will be the first to play when the clock strikes midnight: London Boy. When you announced the tracklist on social media, there was quite a lot of hype around track eleven, and god almighty you were certain you’d be outed for your complete infatuation for your boyfriend.

“Your secrecy remains no more in just a few minutes, love,” Tom comes up behind you, hand finding a comfortable place on the small of your back while he whispers into your ear, beer in his left hand. You know what he’s talking about before he even utters the words — he just wants to hear this project. You’ve been talking about it for so long, so much that Tom came to the studio a few times.

“Less than a minute!” Harrison shouts with a toothy grin, readjusting himself on the armchair.

“C’mon,” Tom links your hands and drags you over to the couches. You share a loveseat with him, and just as he places his glass on the coffee table, you check the time.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, hand clutching your heart. “It’s out. Oh my-”

“Quick!” Tom interrupts excitedly. “Somebody play London Boy through the speakers!”

“Tom-”

“Shush, love. I’m your fan before anything else.”

You chuckle but give in, clicking the track and letting the intro play. Tom furrows his brows and looks at you for confirmation on who he thinks is speaking.

“James Corden…?”

“Yep,” You smile almost shyly, and it makes Tom coo. “Remember when I had that interview and you were waiting for me backstage?”

Tom nods in understanding before his eyes turn soft. “That’s a cute tribute-y reference.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You wave him off in a state of flux and bashfulness.

The track continues to play, and you gauge Tom’s reaction the entire time. When the first verse mentions an accent, Tom’s reverted back into his memories when you’d first obsessed over how hot his voice and accent is. His eyes turn to you, and he blushes when he realizes your face is scrunched up so you can avoid talking about how mushy you’re being in the song.

“This entire song is just a lyrical Tom Holland obsession,” Harrison pouts. “Gross. You two are gross. Give the world a break.”

“Shut up, I’m trying to listen, you div!” Tom flicks Harrison’s knee and the blonde feigns a dramatic gasp while you chuckle to yourself.

The end of the chorus makes Tom’s eyes widen, realizing how knee deep you are in this song — it’s the entirety of your feelings for Tom summarized in one song. He doesn’t know if he should kiss you, scream in excitement, or sing along. He decides that at some point tonight he’ll end up doing all three.

At the end of the second verse, when the music is narrowed down to merely your voice, Tom loses his cool. You hide your face in your hands, pushed over the edge in shyness.

“Love,” Tom coos, pulling your hands away from your face and intertwining your fingers. “That is my favorite song in the entire fucking world. You are literally the cutest person I have ever met- and you wrote a song about me?” His entire expression softens and he looks like a human puppy. He’s like a teddy bear, and as he pulls you into his embrace, you hum in content and decide that he is a teddy bear.

“Okay, I’d hate to break up whatever mushy grossness this is,” Harrison pipes up, face in his phone, “But twitter is freaking out. Like a lot. If I were you I’d-” “Oh shit, I forgot about the babes,” You pull away from Tom, hand reaching for your phone that’s charging on the small table beside the arm of the couch. Your fingers work faster than your mind, and before you know it, your eyes are flooded with messages from both yours and Tom’s fans.

“anyone peeping london boy??? 👀”

“wait but y/n totally wrote this abt tom… 😩”

“NO BUT THE PUB AND RUGBY LINE… THIS IS SO TOM”

Not only was your timeline full of hype about the track, but it was trending number two in the United States alone, with over 30 thousand tweets in less than an hour.

You glance up after a few quiet moments, eyes locking with Tom’s. Your jaw drops in surprise, something that causes Tom to chuckle breathily.

“Love,” He clicks the off button of his cell phone. “You’re trending on twitter.”

“Me? You’re the one who’s trending too!”

“I’m not the one who wrote the song!”

You scrunch your face with a small whine, head falling into Tom’s chest in a huffy hug. He laughs again, and he can tell how flustered you’re getting.

“Just love you a lot, ‘s all,” You mumble into his shirt, stumbled hands gripping his. Tom’s movements falter as a blush coats his cheeks. He glances down into his lap, where your head lays in embarrassment.

“Yeah?” His hand smoothes over your hair sweetly. “I love being your London boy.”

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honestly yea

Etho and Iskall are on their usual run for ramen and walk through the door when Etho sees her. Oh god, hes dead. Hes a god but he’s still dead. His manga can go to Doc and Iskall. Actually, it can go to charity. Neither of them would read it.

“We have to go." Etho says, grabbing his roommate's arm.

Iskall gives him a tired look. "Absolutly not. You dragged me here at 3am and we're not leaving without food. Grab a cart."

Etho is powerless. He has truely fallen from grace. What happened to the powerful god mortals feared? Where was that Etho. "Yes, Iskall."

He has no choice. The movement of carts got the attention of the two cashiers. There were two reactions. Anticipation from Martyn and annoyance from Lizzie. He rushed to escape their view, but there was only so much space to hide in the store.

Iskall watched his mad dash to the instant food isle. "Are you good? You're acting like you're being chashed by a wild bear."

"A wild bear? As compared to what, a domesticated bear? I want one." Etho sarcastically replied. He dodged Iskall's fist, hiding under the shopping cart handle. Jeeze, he couldn't catch a break.

Iskall swept the food off of the shelf. There was much less tonight. Perhaps they were buying too much. He put a few back, just in case someone else needed it. "Let's go, and look, there's someone new working for us to freak out. Wanna do the language switch?"

In the time since coming to Fantastico, they have learned there are different ways to mess with the workers. Both have no idea why they think they're some sort of weird creatures of the night, but take full advantage of it. Each one for different reasons. One of their favorites was walking up and communicating with the english on speakers in a different language. Iskall would ask if they would ring them up in Swedish and Etho would pick a random one each time.

Why Iskall didn't question how he knew so many, who knows.

Tonight, Etho will not be partaking in any hijinx. He was going to be killed, if not by Iskall for singing off key to musicals on the way home, then by Lizzie for his many crimes. "No, lets just get back and eat."

Iskall narrowed his eyes. "Who are you and where is Etho?"

Etho pushed the cart forward. "Why are you booing me, I'm right.

"Wrong meme usage, you fool." Iskall complained.

Etho set everything they needed to buy on the counter, purposfully not looking at the goddess glaring daggers at him.

"Did you find everything you're looking for?" Martyn didn't need to ask, but company policy.

"He's probably still looking for a solution to global warming. Or perhaps how to restore the the coral reefs?" Lizzie commented innocently.

Etho gulped. He couldn't even defend himself. Global warming was not his fault and he would continue to deny that. What mortal's did with his ideas was out of his control.

"Uhhh, what?" Martyn asked her. Oh, poor guy didn't know what he was getting himself into.

"Nothing, just giving a hypothetical. Thank you for shopping at Fantastico!" She grabbed a broom and stormed off. Oh no.

Martyn smiled. "Sorry, she's new. That'll be 17.50."

Etho looked at Iskall expectantly. There was a deep sigh as Iskall pulled his wallet from his pocket. "You need to get a job. I'm not going to fund your bad spending habits forever."

Etho put the bags in the cart. "You will."

[alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer]

what about....... 💻 for thomastair, with the plot "there's only one bed"? thank u 🥺

i know we're all going off about ariadne & alastair right now but I wanted to get this posted!! thomastair fluff with a little angst. i hope you like this, it was a lot of fun to write! pls check the end for disclaimers, i also cross-posted to AO3. only content warnings are discussion of grief and brief mention of racism.

prompt: “there’s only one bed”

“You’re in luck!” the innkeeper declared. “There are four rooms left.” 

“Thank you, sir,” James responded without question. Four rooms, eight people. “We’ll take them.” James paid the gentlemen and turned to his friends. 

Lucie pouted. “I suppose that means Daisy and I can’t share a room.” 

It was a trying journey, dragging a group of eight along into rural England, but they needed to find the portal that continued to allow Belial a connection to this realm, and their only leads were here. It was the sole way to stop Belial for good. It began as just the Merry Thieves, of course, but then Lucie and Cordelia caught wind of it, and they couldn’t refuse. From there, it was Alastair, who refused to allow his sister to go without him, despite the animosity that still sat between him and the other boys, and Jesse, who insisted that this was the only way to save Grace and free her from Belial’s - and their mother’s - control. As such, the eight of them departed. It might not be ideal to travel with so many people, but it did allow them to split into smaller groups relatively easily - unless, of course, those groups were sharing a room with each other. 

Without Alastair and Jesse, it would be simple: Lucie with Cordelia, James with Matthew, and Thomas with Christopher. However, no one really knew Jesse all that well apart from Lucie, and they certainly didn’t trust Alastair enough to leave Jesse with him for a night. Most logically, the girls would stay with their brothers, but Lucie had been excited about the idea of a ‘sleepover’ with Cordelia all day. The weather was beginning to become treacherous, as it sometimes did during English winters, and they knew they would need to retreat to an inn that evening. 

“Nonsense, Lucie,” Thomas said a little more quickly than seemed logical. “I can stay with Alastair, and I’m sure one of you doesn't mind staying with Jesse.” He eyed his friends. “You two should enjoy yourselves; it’s been a difficult couple of days.” 

Lucie’s eyes lit up eagerly. “Oh, Thomas, are you sure?” 

Matthew’s eyes had darkened and he repeated, “Yeah, Tom, are you sure?” 

Alastair rolled his eyes and ignored the fact that they were solely debating who would have the displeasure of spending the night in the same room as him. 

“I said so, didn’t I?” was Thomas’ reply. 

“I’ll stay with Jesse,” James offered before the discussion could continue into more hurtful territory. 

The innkeeper led them to their rooms, and they settled for the night. 

Alastair gritted his teeth when he saw that instead of two single beds, there was one double. He sighed. “I can go ask for extra blankets; I’ve slept in worse places.”

Thomas paused for a second in confusion. “Don’t be daft, Carstairs, the bed is plenty big enough for the both of us.” He turned his head sideways. “Though it might be a bit short…” 

“You don’t have to-” 

“I said, don’t be silly. We’re here to rest, that’s all.” 

Alastair grunted but didn’t push it further. They continued in relative silence as they took turns changing behind the folding screen and freshening up at the wash bin. Finally comfortable, Alastair settled into the armchair beside the bed with the book he’d brought along and tried to consume himself enough in the reading that he could ignore that just a few feet away from him was the very tall, very muscular, very attractive man who hated him.

It wasn’t working. 

“What are you reading?” 

Alastair bit his lip. He hated when people interrupted him while he was reading, but he supposed he wasn’t really reading at all, just pretending to. The cover of the book was plain, a deep red leather with no writing. Whenever he was around folks who were not his family, he was careful to position himself in a way that no one would be able to see the writing inside - writing that did not use the Roman alphabet. He always felt more comfortable with Thomas, though, for some odd reason. He sighed. “Divan-e Shams.” He tilted the book towards Thomas so he could see a bit of the Farsi poetry written inside. 

“Would you read some to me? I’ve forgotten my reading material.” 

Alastair flashed him an incredulous look. “What an important thing to forget.” 

“Yes,” Thomas sighed. “I have realized. So…?” 

Alastair rolled his eyes and did his best to translate. “My desert is without end, my soul, my heart must tear. The world here-” 

“No, no,” Thomas interrupted. “In Persian.” 

Alastair pushed away some of his shock. After all, Cordelia had said that Thomas had been studying the language with Lucie. “Right,” he amended before beginning again. Around the same spot, though, he cut himself off. 

“What’s the matter?” 

“It’s just… it’s meant to be sung. It feels strange saying it.” 

“Sing it, then.” 

Alastair stared at him for a moment. Was this some sort of trick? Was he going to run off to his schoolboy friends the moment he was finished to laugh about what he had done? Was he doing it to get revenge? He pondered all of the possibilities, but his mind rested on just one thought: that perhaps it would be worth it, to play into some cruel trick, if it meant he could say that he’d sung to Thomas Lightwood, even just once. 

“I mean… You don’t have to, but you can. If you wanted,” Thomas said quickly, realizing that he might have made Alastair uncomfortable. 

Alastair cleared his throat and began to sing. He made sure to keep his voice soft and low as he made his way through the ghazal, careful to not allow anyone to hear through the walls. Cordelia would never let him live it down if she heard. He finally looked up at Thomas, who was staring at him intensely. 

“That was beautiful.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “Did you understand any of it?” 

Thomas grinned. “Not a word.” 

Alastair chuckled. “That’s alright. Mevlevi - I believe you folks call him Rumi - was a genius. He crafted phrases in a way… Well, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything else quite like it. He gives new meanings to old words and uses quite a bit of wordplay, speaking of love and loss and longing… I used to think it was a tragedy, truly, that English speakers could not understand, but now… it’s nice. Like a secret only I, and, well, Persia, have access too.” He bit back a smile as he rambled. While the books he had were from his mother, she never had much of an interest in it all, nor Cordelia, so he’d never had anyone to muse about the poet with before.

“I can see why you enjoy it so much. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard something so beautiful before. I didn’t even know you could sing.” 

Alastair felt his brain sputter a bit. He’d become so entranced with the language before him that he’d forgotten that he had just sung it to Thomas. He felt his face flush, and he was grateful that it is difficult to see against his dark complexion. “Oh… It was nothing. I mean, I don’t, really. It’s just something my mum taught me.” 

“It’s incredible,” Thomas said in awe, his face glowing a faint pink. “I, uh, I write songs, you know. I mean, I’ve never told anyone, least of all you, so, you wouldn’t know, but now you do. Just in my head, I mean. Well, sometimes I write them down. I’m not very musically inclined.” His face was growing redder by the second. 

Alastair was careful not to grin too widely. “Sing one, then.” 

“What?” Thomas squeaked. 

“Well, you don’t have to, but you can, if you want to.” 

Thomas threw him a quick glare for repeating his words and then took a deep breath. He was silent for a bit, but then he began to sing, careful not to look towards Alastair. “I woke up thinking you were still here, my hands shaking with regret. I've held this dream for such a long, long time, and now I want to wake up to the rhythm of a wild heart that beats, that beats like a drum. 

“Your light, it follows me in darkness. I'm trying hard, but I can't win, and I've played the victim for a long, long time, and I wanna grow up from the rhythm of a younger heart, it leads, just like a river runs.” 

Alastair stood from the armchair and moved to where Thomas was sitting on the edge of the bed, placing a gentle hand on his knee. “That’s beautiful, Thomas,” he said softly. “I didn’t… I know I didn’t know her, but I’m sure she’d love it.” 

Thomas turned away from him sharply, his lip trembling and tears beginning to fall down his cheeks. 

Alastair took the other boy’s hand, cupping it firmly between his own, as if just to say, I’m here with you. “It’s alright.” 

“No, it’s not,” Thomas said, trying futilely to wipe away his tears. “We were having a moment, and then I ruined it.” 

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he replied gently. “You’re allowed to have feelings, Thomas. You shouldn’t just push them away.”

Thomas scoffed. “What do you suggest I do then? Mask my pain with cruel, horrible lies about those who have done nothing to deserve them like you do?” 

Alastair dropped his hand and stood up, backing away from Thomas. He was silent for a moment. “You’re right. You are. But I’m trying, Thomas, I really am. I don’t want to…” I don’t want to be my father, he wanted to say, but he couldn’t. “I don’t want to be the kind of person who takes my hurt out on others anymore, and I’m trying. I swear it.” 

“I know,” Thomas said softly. He was silent for a moment. “I understand why you did it.” 

Alastair’s jaw tightened reflexively. 

“Matthew said some awful things about… about the way you look, and your father, and… the incident. You were in a bad way already.” 

Alastair was speechless. He’d forgotten that Thomas was present for that. He hadn’t shared any of it with Thomas, not his insecurities about his heritage, nor his father, and certainly not the horrible, world-altering guilt over Clive’s death that still sat in the depths of his soul years later. 

“That doesn’t make what you said okay.” 

“It wasn’t.” 

“You weren’t trying to hurt me.” 

“I was not.” 

“You were trying to hurt Matthew.” 

He sighed. “I was.” 

“And you did.” 

“I did.” 

“And perhaps he deserved some of it.” 

“Not what I did, though.” 

“No, not what you did.” 

“I took it too far.” 

“You did.” 

“I know. I’ve known since the moment I said it. I’ve regretted it since the moment I said it.” 

“I know.”

“I don’t think that it’s something that can be fixed, though.” 

“With Matthew? Maybe not.” 

“What about with you?” 

“There’s nothing to fix, Alastair.”

“I thought you hated me.” 

“I wanted to hate you because you hurt Matthew. But… I think the world is just a little more complicated than I’d like it to be.” 

Alastair sat back down on the bed, though farther from Thomas this time.

“Is that… Is that why you dyed your hair? Because of the things he said?”

Alastair attempted to hide the way he physically flinched. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t’ve-” 

“Do you think he’s the only one?” he interrupted. “Do you think I haven’t been laughed at or ridiculed or worse, suspected to be dangerous or a thief, my entire life just because of how dark my hair and eyes and skin are?”  

“I’m sorry,” was all Thomas could find to say. “Matthew still shouldn’t’ve said those things. I’m sorry I never stopped him.” 

He’d left Alastair speechless yet again. The thought had never crossed his mind before, or perhaps it had, that Thomas could have ever spoken to Matthew about the kinds of comments he made on Alastair’s appearance. Though, the longer he pondered the idea, the more he wondered if he had held some sort of small resentment because of it, and never realized. “That wasn’t your responsibility.” 

“Perhaps not, but I could have tried.” 

He stared at him for a moment. Never in his life had felt so seen, so understood. In fact, he had many carefully built walls to protect against just that. “How do you do that?” 

“Do what?” 

“How do you… just know everything?” 

Thomas half-rolled his eyes. “I don’t know everything. I just watch, and I observe, and I try, somehow, to understand. You’re not as complicated as you wish you were, you know.” 

He had a startling thought as he wondered whether anyone had ever watched him as closely as Thomas had. “Cordelia would disagree with you.” 

“Hm, I just might have to share with her the secret to you, then.” 

Alastair glared at him, but he was grinning now. “Don’t you dare.” 

“For the record, you know… I prefer dark features. Personally, I mean.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, yes, I’m sure there were many striking dark-haired women back in Madrid.” 

“Hm,” Thomas pondered in an exaggerated way. “I don’t know… Though, there was certainly an attractive dark-haired someone that I met when I visited Paris.” 

“Well, I would hope so,” Alastair deadpanned. “Because according to you, we just shared a moment.”

Thomas cringed. “I had hoped you’d forgotten I’d said that.” 

“Me? Never.” 

“Does this… Does this mean we’re okay now?” Thomas was slow and cautious as he spoke. 

“Yes, I think it does.” 

He breathed a sigh of relief. 

“I could help you, you know, with your songs, if you wanted, once we return to London. With that one, or others. I can play the piano.” 

Thomas narrowed his eyes. “You can play the piano?” 

Alastair shrugged. “Well, I used to, but I haven’t in a while.” 

“Why did you stop?” 

He bit his cheek as he thought. This was where he should say he grew bored of it, that it simply no longer interested him, or perhaps suggest that they should go to sleep, as they were both dreadfully tired, or even whip out a line cutting and cruel. He had meant what he’d said to Thomas, though, that he no longer wanted to be so heartless and closed off. “I don’t know… I used to play a lot with my mother when I was young. Then, life got too busy… I’d still play, but usually when my parents were fighting or when something was happening that I didn’t want Cordelia to overhear. I could just… start playing and everything else would just melt away. After a while, though, it was just hard to play without thinking about all of the bad memories.” 

There was more he wished to say, about how when he returned from the Academy he believed himself to be too corrupted and too broken to deserve to create anything beautiful, but this was a start. 

“I wouldn’t wish to remind you of any bad memories.” 

“Perhaps we could create some good memories, then.” 

“I… I’d like that.” 

“We should… we should probably sleep. It’s gotten late, and we’re sure to be running around all day tomorrow.” 

Thomas nodded, and they both climbed into opposite sides of a bed that once seemed far too small, but now, too wide. 

The exhaustion of the day finally creeping up on him, Alastair fell asleep almost instantly. 

When he woke, he found himself face first into Thomas’ night shirt. 

His head rested against Thomas’ chest, Thomas’ arm around his torso, their legs intertwined. He stared for a moment into the white of Thomas’ shirt, not daring to move. Should he? They’d flirted a bit the night before, but they were hardly even friends at this point. Was this too much, too far? The other boy seemed to be sleeping soundly, though, and from the sound of Thomas’ song and the circles he’d noticed under his eyes the past few months, he suspected that sound sleep might not be coming so easily to him nowadays. Therefore, the best thing would be not to move and risk startling Thomas from his rest. Besides, the room was quite chilly, and they could use each other’s warmth. 

Content with his decision to not move away from Thomas’ embrace, he allowed himself to fall back into a light, peaceful slumber, however long it would last. 

It lasted, he would learn, until his little sister began banging on their door. 

“Booooys,” she called. “Are you decent?” 

Alastair shot out of Thomas’ arms and fell onto the floor. He quickly straightened himself and hurried over to open it. “What do you want, Cordelia?” 

She grinned. “I just came to tell you that Lucie and I are eating breakfast downstairs. You should get ready.” 

“You could have said that through the door.” 

“I know,” she smirked. 

She started down the hall, and he closed the door, silently groaning. 

“What’s wrong?” Thomas asked. 

“She’s up to something,” he answered. “We never should have left her and Lucie alone together. They probably spent all night scheming.” 

“Perhaps so,” he laughed. “Only one way to find out, though.” 

Alastair sighed. “You’re right. Okay, I’ll get ready quickly and go down, and then in five, maybe ten minutes, you can follow.” 

Thomas gave him an odd look, but didn’t fight it. “Alright.” 

A few minutes later, he joined Lucie and Cordelia downstairs. Unsurprisingly, Lucie had her notebook and was scribbling away while Cordelia nursed a cup of tea. A cup of black coffee sat in front of the seat he was meant to sit in. He loathed English tea, compared to Persian tea it was nothing more than hot water. None of the other boys had come down yet. 

“Alastair!” Lucie exclaimed when she noticed him. “Did you enjoy your night with Thomas?” 

Cordelia giggled. 

“I… We slept, if that’s what you are asking. That is what we were meant to do here, at an inn, wasn’t it?” 

Cordelia raised an eyebrow. “Well, it was most peculiar, when I went to request an extra blanket last night, well, it certainly was not sleeping I heard from the hallway…” 

“Cordelia, you didn’t-” 

“I did.” 

“You heard Alastair singing-” 

“He was. In Persian.” 

“In Persian,” Lucie said the words succinctly with no expression on her face, as if she was laying out a fact during a murder trial. 

Once again, Alastair was grateful that no one could see him blush. “Did you two actually get any rest last night or did you just spend it gossiping about me?” 

“Not just you,” Lucie replied. “You and Thomas.” 

“Why do you keep saying his name like that?” 

“You’re welcome, you know,” Cordelia declared smugly. 

Alastair let out an exasperated sigh. “What?” 

“It was all part of the plan, Alastair,” Lucie answered. 

“It was quite brilliant, actually,” Cordelia supplied. “It was all Lucie’s idea. She knew that if we were to stay at an inn, Thomas would jump at the chance to spend a night with you.” 

“And he did, as expected, without hesitation,” Lucie confirmed. 

“The only issue, of course, being me, because we’d be far too obvious a pair for him to try to argue against.” Lucie nodded along to Cordelia’s explanation. “So, Lucie spent all day musing about how much she’d love to spend the night with me, just in case the opportunity arose.” 

“And it did!” Lucie squealed. 

“She’s been planning this since the engagement party,” Cordelia finished. 

“The engagement party?” he responded incredulously. “That was ages ago!” 

“And it has finally come to fruition, has it not?” Lucie babbled excitedly. 

He didn’t give her the dignity of replying. “I only have one question, though - how did you know there would only be one bed?” 

Lucie’s eyes widened. “There was only one bed!” she squealed as she began furiously scribbling into her notebook once again.

DISCLAIMERS: I don’t speak Farsi and the translation that Alastair makes is actually from this document. It’s the poem on page 9 and 10 if you want to check it out! Also, the song that Thomas sings isn’t mine, it’s adapted from “Like A River Runs” by the Bleachers. I tried to write something, but I’ve never experienced what Thomas has, and it’s a very beautiful song written about the loss of Jack Antonoff’s sister. You should listen to it! Though, I imagine Thomas’ version to be a bit less upbeat.

[dudeandduchess]

Can I pretty please have Ran telling Kyo that she has a boyfriend at daycare or something like that? So Kyo can freak out his little princess is growing up too fast 😂 thanks bby

Thank you for the request, bby!!! Hope you like it. This might be a little crack-y, since I think that Kyō’s the fun parent who would do all these things. 😂

Also, Yuu belongs to @biznichwrites. I’m only borrowing him for this one, since we always pair him and Ran together in our jam sessions.

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Kyōjurō (x F!S/O): Ran’s Boyfriend (Fluff, Modern AU, SFW Scenario)

“Papa, can we listen to your songs?” Kyōjurō looked up at his daughter from the rearview mirror, quirking an eyebrow at her before reaching over to lower the volume to the speakers— which was blaring out another one of the nursery rhymes that his wife had added to their ‘For Ran’ playlist.

He had to admit that the nursery rhymes were getting a bit too repetitive— and that it was starting to drive him crazy, since he always found himself humming them during his breaks, and sometimes even during his classes.

So, he figured that letting Ran get her way wouldn’t hurt. After all, it wasn’t the first time that she would be hearing his playlist.

And that was how he found himself quickly changing the playlist when he stopped at the next stop light, pressing shuffle on his phone and almost tossing it in the empty passenger seat— since his wife had to go to take the other car to go to her own workplace.

Kyōjurō was just tasked to take Ran with him since the academy also offered a free daycare service for the teachers’ kids. It was extremely convenient, and it also allowed him to spend so much more time with his little princess.

As soon as the beat dropped for the first song, he heard his daughter’s telltale attempts at beatboxing. She had seen it while they were watching a western movie a month ago, and she had begun trying to go along with his rap songs— merely by popping her lips and clicking her tongue; but it was such an adorable attempt.

“Glasses, papa! Glasses!” The young man chuckled at that, looking in the rearview mirror once more to see Ran stretching her tiny hands out and making grabby gestures at him.

He didn’t even have to ask what she meant, since he knew all too well what she had been asking for. So, without looking away from the road, he reached down to the center console to grab his wife’s sunglasses; before reaching back and handing it to his daughter.

Immediately, Ran grabbed the glasses from her father’s hand, and slid back into her seat with the seatbelts holding her snugly in place. And before the next song could even begin, she already slipped the oversized glasses onto her cute face and had also begun popping her lips to the beat of Saweetie’s ‘My Type’.

Deciding to join in on his daughter’s fun, Kyōjurō grabbed his own pair of sunglasses from the overhead glasses compartment and slipped them on; singing to the song in a softly accented English all the while, with a bright grin on his lips— no less.

It was just a shame that their trip only lasted a couple more minutes since— before Ran knew it— they were already pulling up in the school’s parking lot. She didn’t take her sunglasses off yet, however, and just watched as her father turned the car engine off and went to the back to unbuckle her from her seat.

And, like clockwork, she handed him his bag— which had been next to her— before taking the hand that he’d held out to help her from the car.

“Thank you, papa.” The little girl beamed up at Kyōjurō, making his chest tighten with the intensity of how adorable she was; especially with her mother’s sunglasses still on her face.

He returned the grin with one of his own, closing the car door with one hand and flipping his sunglasses up his head; all so he could see his little girl better. “You’re welcome, Ran-chan. How about a picture that we can send mama?”

“Okay!” If there was anything that Ran loved more than sweets and presents, it was getting pictures taken of her and being told that she was cute. So, asking her to pose for a couple of shots weren’t a hardship at all— with her even posing with adorable peace signs on either side of her.

However, before Kyōjurō could take another multitude of shots of his daughter, the sound of another child calling her name rang in the quiet morning air. Both father and daughter looked around the lot, only to see a little boy with black hair waving at Ran with one hand high up in the air— since his other hand was clasped tightly in his father’s hand.

“Hey, Tomioka. You’re later than usual,” Kyōjurō greeted his co-teacher with a grin, locking his phone and pocketing it; before walking over to Ran and placing a hand on her head.

Giyuu’s lips twitched at that, as he nodded idly. “My wife and I woke up late.”

“Ohhhh, long night, huh,” The blond man wiggled his eyebrows at that, to which Giyuu only rolled his eyes. “This one woke up real late too-” He added, and looked down at Ran, only to see her bolt out from under his hand and wrap her arms around Giyuu’s son’s arm.

“Yuu-kun!” The little Rengoku chimed happily, before dragging the boy out of his father’s grip. “Papa! Papa! This is Yuu-kun.”

Kyōjurō grinned heartily at that, feeling so proud of his daughter for having made a friend in daycare. “That’s great, Ran-chan. Is he your friend?”

“No,” Ran answered brightly; arm still wrapped around Yuu’s. “He’s my boyfriend.”

Instantly, the smile fell from Kyōjurō’s face, as his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. He even looked up at Giyuu— who only shrugged idly at him; showing that he had known all along about their kids being in a ‘relationship’.

He was a little dumbstruck for a few seconds, trying to make sense of what exactly Ran had said— only to have his brain keep churning out the same error messages. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that his four-year-old already had a boyfriend.

“Excuse me? You’re too young to have a boyfriend, young lady,” was all he could say before the first bell rang— signaling that classes were about to start in a few minutes.

“But mama said so, papa! She said I could have Yuu-kun as my boyfriend!”

Kyōjurō wanted nothing more than to call his wife then and there, and ask her why she had allowed their little girl to date already. His head was already hurting just from thinking about it.

“No, no,” The Rengoku patriarch shook his head— mildly in disbelief, and partly in defiance— “No. No boyfriends until you’re forty.”

“How many sleeps is that?” Ran asked, completely confused at the big number.

“A lot,” Kyōjurō muttered, as he held his hand out for his little girl to take. “We’ll talk about this later with mama— and grandpa.”

He just hoped that Shinjurō would be able to give him some advice on how to deal with Ran already liking boys. After all, it was his turn to host their monthly family dinners.

Thankfully, Ran unlatched herself from Yuu without much of a fuss on her side. But it was evident on the little boy’s face that he was upset at Ran leaving him behind.

“Will uncle Sen be at grandpa’s?”

“Only if you say that you’re breaking up with your boyfriend.” Kyōjurō baited with a sigh, then turned to Giyuu and lifted a hand up in goodbye. “I’ll see you later, Tomioka… and Yuu.”

“Bye bye, Yuu-kun!”

“Bye bye, Ran-Ran! I love you!” Yuu answered with a sweet smile, which had Kyōjurō’s expression falling as he scooped Ran up in one arm and crossed the parking lot as best as he could.

Only to silently curse his luck, since he remembered that Ran and Yuu would be in daycare all day. So his efforts had been all for naught.