#Libary music

[votava-records]

Four Better or Worse (Pt.2) · Damu The Fudgemunk · Blu

Conversation Peace

℗ 2021 Def Pressé (Def Pressé Editions)

[secret-agent-of-bullshitery]

I cannot imagine going onto Spotify right now and finding out that Mozart has new music out 😭😭

[fred-the-dinosaur]

It seems to me that the trouble with digital is it's all still physical objects. Maybe there can be copies of things and they can travel very fast and be in multiple places and be compressed down and stored in unthinkably tinier places and accessed cleverly and take forms we could barely conceive of before we met computers.

But it's still an SSD card, a big server, a powerplant, physical equipment to read a bunch of information inscribed into a very high tech substrate (stuff!)

Old film negatives or plates aren't nearly as useful until you use a bunch of old processes, materials and skills to pull prints from them. Even digitisation requires both image capture tools (objects) and software (runs on objects) to replicate a process that was originally made with objects, and which is therefore modelled on data from having those objects.

Lots of people say 'oh get rid of manuals and physical books and photo albums and go digital' and sure. Tactility aside it's great option for space. Fold your two hundred book library into a flash drive the size of a postage stamp like an old man folding the broadsheet down to a postcard. Saves on a lot of dusting and apartments are pretty small. (First person to use this as an excuse to pile on konmari is getting hit with a saucepan btw)

But putting it all in the digital space is treated like using a magic hammerspace where it's safe, retrievable and doesn't rely on the physical world at all. Just your passwords which are now tied to you specific phone, your accounts which run on servers which are just computers you don't own. Your evergreen file formats. Your hard drives which will not fail of course, and will always be backed up to other infallible hard drives and other people's computers and Google searches which definitely find that blog (dead) which had a link (dead) to a file on a Google drive (deleted) that one time. Electricity which will always be on and legacy software that will definitely still run on the new hardware because the old ones long gone, and WiFi which is a basic utility so will always be flowing and so so much water in the big server farms run by the monopolies bigger than nations.

It just seems. Like a grown-up, acceptable equivalent to stuffing a bunch of stuff under your bed so you don't have to think about it. Because even if you ignore the monopolies and the exploitation for water and minerals, and the planned obsolescence. Isn't it all still depending on stuff? Physical, very dense stuff. That needs to be kept dry and cool and powered on and connected and very Not Near big magnets? But it's still objects to look after.

It feels like when we're selling each other the idea of keeping everything 'digital' there's an undercurrent of 'because it loopholes having to think about the inherent ephemerality, storage requirements and maintenance needs of physical objects'. But just as computing can transcend the forms of the physical, so is it dependent on it. I'm worried what's happening given that as a broader culture we pretend that it removes thinking about objects, rather than adding a whole new bunch of objects to look after.

And at some point that file in that file format on that cloud server or storage device will be as inaccessible to you as an undeveloped glass plate negative is now. That day is coming sooner than we think. And pretending it's not still made of physical stuff is contributing to the narratives that let it get pushed here faster.

(Also my computer harddrive died last week. Pah.)

[aeraswaan]

ivy | B.C

click to libary

Summary : a forbidden love story between the heir of a well known company and a libarian . Warnings : forbidden love Genre: fluff to angst to fluff a part of love tropes with skz ! series

bang chan x fem oc

SKZ AU

The scent of old paper and leather is your sanctuary. Rows upon rows of stories stand like silent confidantes in the hushed library, a comforting contrast to the relentless buzz of Seoul outside. You, Eun Kyung, are their guardian, a librarian who finds more life between the pages than in the concrete jungle. Little did you know, your perfectly curated world of literature was about to be

beautifully, irrevocably, disrupted

It began subtly. A glimpse of dark hair, a broad shoulder blocking the fluorescent light as he scanned the shelves. Bang Chan. His name echoed in hushed whispers through the city, the golden heir to Bahng Corporation. What was he doing here, amidst the Dewey Decimal System and the quiet rustle of pages?

He was disarmingly polite. "Excuse me," he'd said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you more than you'd like to admit. "Do you have anything… on Australian Aboriginal Dreamtime stories?"

Australia. A world away. Just the word tasted like freedom. You led him through the stacks, your fingers brushing his as you pulled a volume from the shelf. He smelled faintly of expensive cologne and something else, something wilder, untamed.

He became a regular. Not every day, but often enough that your heart would skip a beat when the bell above the library door chimed. He’d ask about obscure topics – ancient constellations, the symbolism of Korean folk tales, the migratory patterns of birds. Each time, his questions felt like a subtle probe, a quiet way to chip away at the carefully constructed wall you’d built around yourself.

He never talked about Bahng Corporation, about the suffocating weight of expectations that you knew must be crushing him. Instead, he talked about the books. He devoured them, his mind a sponge soaking up every detail. You found yourself recommending your favorites, sharing hidden gems, your voice growing bolder with each conversation.

One rainy afternoon, he found you staring out the window. “Missing the sunshine?” he asked softly.

You turned, startled. “Something like that,” you admitted, the words catching in your throat.

He stepped closer, the scent of rain clinging to his coat. “I know a place where the sun always shines,” he said, his gaze intense. “Australia.”

The word hung in the air, a promise and a temptation. You laughed nervously. “Dream on, Mr. Bahng.”

He didn’t laugh. “Call me Chan,” he said, his voice barely a whisper.

That was the turning point. “Chan.” Saying his name felt like a rebellion, a transgression against the invisible boundaries that separated your worlds.

He started walking you home. The conversations deepened, straying from literature into the messy terrain of hopes, fears, and desires. You learned about his hidden dreams – to compose music, to travel the world, to escape the gilded cage his family had built around him. He learned about your love for old movies, your secret ambition to write a novel, your yearning for a life less ordinary.

He saw you. Truly saw you, behind the librarian’s cardigan and the quiet demeanor. He saw the fire that burned beneath the surface, the yearning for something more. He mirrored it.

Your stolen moments grew bolder. Whispered conversations in crowded cafes, clandestine meetings in hidden parks, the electricity crackling between you with every touch. You knew it was dangerous, reckless, that your worlds were fundamentally incompatible. But you were falling, headfirst and heart-open, into a love that felt both inevitable and impossible.

The impossible became reality one star-dusted night. He took you to Namsan Tower, the city lights spread out beneath you like a million fallen stars. He took your hand, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

“Eun Kyung,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I can’t… I can’t imagine my life without you.”

You looked into his eyes, saw the raw vulnerability there, and knew you felt the same. "Chan," you breathed, and then his lips were on yours. The world seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of you, suspended in time and space.

The inevitable storm broke a few weeks later. A terse phone call, a summons to his father’s office. You knew, instinctively, that you were the reason.

He returned that night, his face pale, his eyes filled with a desperate resolve. “They know,” he said, his voice trembling. “My father… he knows about us. He's already making arrangements... to send me away."

Your stomach plummeted. You knew this was coming, but the reality was a crushing blow.

“What do we do?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He looked at you, his gaze unwavering. “We leave,” he said. “We run away. To Australia. Remember that sunshine you were missing?”

The decision was made in a heartbeat. It was insane, reckless, a complete abandonment of everything you knew. But the alternative – a life without him – was unthinkable.

The next few days were a blur of frantic planning and hushed goodbyes. Sleepless nights fueled by fear and adrenaline. You packed a small bag, filled with the essentials, a few treasured books, and a photograph of your grandmother. He secured plane tickets, draining his secret savings account.

Leaving Seoul felt like shedding a skin. The familiar streets, the crowded markets, the comforting rhythm of your old life – all left behind in a swirl of exhaust fumes and unspoken anxieties.

Sydney welcomed you with open arms. The air was clean, the sky a brilliant blue, the scent of eucalyptus hanging heavy in the breeze. You found a small apartment in a quiet suburb, a world away from the glittering skyscrapers of Seoul.

Life wasn't easy. Chan, stripped of his family's wealth, took on odd jobs – dishwashing, construction, anything to make ends meet. You found work at a local bookstore, surrounded once again by the comforting presence of books.

The first few months were a struggle. Loneliness gnawed at you. You missed your family, your friends, the familiar comfort of your old life. But then you would look at Chan, his face tired but his eyes filled with love, and you knew you had made the right choice.

Slowly, you began to build a new life. You explored the city, marveling at the iconic Opera House, the endless stretch of Bondi Beach. You learned to surf, the salt spray stinging your face as you rode the waves. You made friends – other expats, dreamers, and wanderers who had come to Sydney seeking a fresh start.

Chan, his spirit unburdened by the weight of expectation, blossomed. He started composing music again, pouring his emotions into haunting melodies. He found a small bar that let him play gigs on the weekends, his voice echoing through the dimly lit room, filled with longing and hope.

One evening, after one of his performances, he led you to a secluded spot overlooking the harbor. The city lights twinkled like fallen stars, mirroring the ones in your eyes.

He took your hand, his touch sending familiar shivers down your spine. “Remember that night on Namsan Tower?” he asked, his voice soft.

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes.

“I never thought I’d be this happy,” he said, his gaze searching yours. “I lost everything, but I gained… everything that truly matters.”

He pulled a small velvet box from his pocket. Inside, a simple silver ring glinted in the moonlight.

“Eun Kyung,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “Will you marry me? Will you build this new life with me, here under the Australian sun?”

The answer was a resounding yes.

Your life hadn’t turned out the way you expected. It wasn’t the safe, predictable path you had imagined. It was messy, complicated, and filled with uncertainty. But it was also filled with love, passion, and a freedom you had never known existed.

You were a librarian, once content within the carefully ordered world of books. Now, you were writing your own story, a story of forbidden love, of courage, and of the transformative power of a choice, a story set against the backdrop of two worlds, two lives, forever changed by a love that defied expectations and found its home beneath the Australian sun. The gilded cage was a distant memory, replaced by the vast, open sky, and the promise of a future built on nothing but love, hope, and the enduring power of a paper heart that dared to dream. And in Chan's eyes, you knew you had found your forever home.

Tags : @kessaprl

[myfictionaldreams]

To the question about moving in with mafia Steve:

Did she had a space or place that she really liked? Like the Libary or the fireplace?

If she does… would Steve find her there often? 🥺

Aww, I actually love this question (thank you for asking it!) This all takes place following the fic 'Last Hope' from my Mafia!Stucky series.

It was difficult at first, the realisation of the previous day's actions had caused tears to fall, and thankfully Bucky was able to handle the cleanup from the events of ‘last hope’, so Steve could stay with her. The entire first day was spent in bed, aching from the fighting that had occurred but also the fucking which was actually a way that she used to distract herself. She was sore from her first time, but that didn’t mean that Steve didn’t use his mouth or fingers to make her cum multiple times until she was a wet puddle in the middle of his bed.

Once she made it out of the bedroom, it took a few hours to find her way around without Steve’s directions. It was odd for her to now call this new building her home but it also strangely felt right.

The first week was honestly a mix between grieving her past life, celebrating her new one and attempting to build it. This included meeting new members of the gang, understanding their job roles and where she would come into play regarding this but that was a decision for another time. Especially when she realised she couldn’t just wear Steve’s clothes for the rest of her life and he promptly treated her to a shopping spree that had even the shop owners’ eyes bulging with the amount of money Steve was willing to spend on his girl.

Once she became used to her new home, there were a few places that she’d like to be to unwind and create a safe space. Baking special treats for the gang members soon won her good graces into Bucky’s books as he was soon begging her to cook something new each and every time he saw her. She liked to also spend time in the garden however the weather was becoming more chilled so inside was where she spent most of her time.

In the new relationship, she didn’t want to be away from the safety that Steve provided, so one day, she followed him into his at-home office which was lavish and yet homely, decorations and warm colours greeting her on entry. Steve showed her to one of the quant little armchairs that faced his desk, a velvet cushioned seat with a plump decorative pillow.

She chose the chair on the left and hugged the pillow to her chest, idly chatting away with Steve about who was on the pictures on his walls. This continued for hours, and she even managed to doze off in the chair, she found it that comfortable. For the next few days, she returned to the chair, sometimes with a book in hand or a freshly baked pastry, as she enjoyed simply just being in Steve’s company.

Steve was enjoying it just as much and liked that he could keep an eye on her whilst doing all the admin that came with being the boss. Once, Bucky arrived at the home, the three of them walked up to Steve’s office, where he sat in the left armchair.

“Buck, sit in the other chair”, Steve mumbled under his breath without a single thought, talking as if on instinct that even seeing someone else in that chair just wasn’t right.

Bucky didn’t question the motives and simply stood, and sat in the other chair so she could quickly plop into the seat that was officially hers. Eventually, it became her safe space. If she was feeling overwhelmed with the life changes or needed to vent to Steve in some way, she could come to her chair. Even when he wasn’t home, she could sit in the office, some quiet music and a fluffy blanket and curl up into it, hugging the pillow until Steve came home and he could sit on the floor beside her and ask if everything was ok.

It was a big adjustment moving in with Steve however, it was one that she never regretted, and she was just lucky that the home and he, was so easy to fall in love with.

[ryan-nerdy-goober]

Some of my favourite NuWho episodes described as stylised clickbait video titles (one per season, with one special per incumbent Doctor… except Nine):

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1️⃣ Physical injuries AS PLAGUE?! • BEWARE the Ablion Hospital MORPHAN!

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2️⃣ Tick, tick, tick… DOOM! • REAL historical evidence of CLOCKWORK ROBOTS in VERSALLIE PALACE!

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🎄 Robo-Santas GO ROUGE and a BRIDE IN DRAG!?? • REAL LIFE FUTURMA CHAOS in downton CHISIWCK!

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3️⃣ ALIENS OF LONDON??? • Body-SNATHCERS, wicked SCARECOWS, and A Journal OF IMPOSSIBLE THINGS in 1913 England BILLAGE!!!

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4️⃣ The LOST Agatha Christy MANUSCRPIT?! • REAL LIFE UNICRONS, a GIANT BEE, and A LEAD PIPE!

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5️⃣ WHO is PRIZONER 0??! • Orson Wells prank IS ALEIN CONSPIRACY!!? • UNIT cover-up EXPOSAY!

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6️⃣ [deleted]

(implied video of Series 6’s "Let’s Kill Hitler" flagged and removed for content violation)

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🔔 MEMORY SNOW, MRMORY WORMS, and PSYCHO POTATO HEASD?! • Victoran London YULE CHOAS!!!

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7️⃣ Coma, coma, - COMA KAMELION!??! • NILLIONS of MINDS uploaded TO THE CLOUDS thru SKY-pe!!

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8️⃣ BRISTOLE INVASION??? • DIS-appearances, GRAF-E.T., and MISS OSAWLD is TEH DOCTOR!!!?? (Mate’s cusin from Bristole tells all- NOT CLIVK BAIT!)

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9️⃣ SQUIZZARD POEPLE in NEW MEXICO!!? • REAL LIFE ROSSWEL in TRUTH OR CONSEQUECNES!

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🎁 INTERVIEW with TEH DOCTOR’S WIFI! • Profesor SONG RIVER tells us about TEH LIBARY EXPEDITION (plus her 24 night stay on Dairllum… with teh Doctor!)

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🔟 FREE TUOTRING LESSONS??! • Bill Pots says how she got scouted by LEGENDRY lectorer teh DOCTOR!

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⏸️ TEH WOOLY REBELLOIN?!?!? • Be BAAA-fraid as SHERP PLAN VIOLENT COO against HUMANTY!!!

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🔢 RHINOES IN GLOSTER and A LIHGTHOUSE is BLOWED UP???!!!??? • CHAOS in ENGALAND!!!

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🐶 TH WEEPING ANGLES ARE BACK?!?!? • Claira Brown SHARES ALL about TERRIFYING POSESSION!

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🔄 ELF STORGE blows up! • OWNER JEFF tells AL!

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🤹 ZEEDEX is ASCAM! • DO NOT use ZEEDEEX!

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1️⃣ You CAN stop teh MUSC???!! • Surviving BEETLE revels NEAR-EXTINCTON of MUSIC in 1963 LONDOn!!

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⭐️ SANDERINGHAM HOTEL HORORR! • Newely-weds INVADED by STAFF while MACKING teh LUVE!!!?

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2️⃣ Ryan Clarke IN SPACE???!!? • WHAT is DUGA-DUGA-DOO?!?’? • Time-taveller TELLS ALL about teh AMAZING INTERSTALLAR SOMG CONTEST!!!

[dema-princess]

Oh i love FleetwoodMac. I heared they were musicians from the before times. I stole a book on them from the restricted section of the libary.

Oh really? That's amazing :))

I wish we still had music like that. One of my favorite memories is hearing some of my friends playing acoustic guitars and other instruments . Listening to Fleetwood Mac reminded me somewhat of those moments.

I like "Everywhere" so far 💛

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[grazieschillivera]

Longing curses 3/5

-His path-

Chapter summary: After showing you that you and Tom share some values, he invites you to a party at the Slytherin common room, after all he plans his future with you and for that you need to know your future enviroment and he needs to show the rest of the school who you belong to.

word count: ca 3000

Warning/tags: smut, manipulation

,,I thought you liked music'' Tom said before you were about to enter the Slytherin common room. He had sensed your tension during the entire way. Despite your polite refusal he insisted to pick you up from your dorm. Tom wanted make sure no one else would accompany you or try to change your mind.

,,Of course I do. But partying is something different, I tend to get shy. Besides I hope they tolerate me'' you said still remembering the discussion at the duelling club.

,,They will.You'll be fine, trust me'' Tom said confidently as usual. The way he gently pressed your hand in his grip before leading you inside, still felt foreign to you. But in an exciting way you figured. It made your heart ache in a bittersweet way and only Tom could mend this pain away it seems. So you found yourself following him more and more despite this strange feeling. Only in the most distant corners of your mind remained the concious that this urge within you might become your peril.

✧ ⊹ I ✧ ⊹

Indeed you felt some shyness once you had entered the common room. Everything is just a bit more vulgar and open at the way the Slytherins party, occasionally it makes you even blush.

If it weren't for Toms ambition to make you feel comfortable you would have felt like an outsider during this night.You only recognised your one friend from Ravenclaw who you had studied in the libary last week.

Once you got intruduced to some friends of Tom properly and you started to get along you felt more at ease. You created a rather big circle and drank some fire whisky and chatted a bit, onyl Abraxas Malfoy gave you a rather bitter look. When you wouldn't look at him, you had the impression he watched you. Tom noticed this as well and made sure that Abraxas would stop that, a daring look was enough.

Eventually Tom encouraged some nice girls of the group to take you dancing with them and off you went, sharing a last smile with Tom.

Tom watched you from the distance. Much to his pride you started to get along with everyone who mattered, you even seemed to have some fun at last. His friends are you company now, they would make you laugh and look after you, when he wasn't around. While you were distracted he made someone throw your Ravenclaw friend outside. Cutting off the last annoying strings.

When you needed a little break you stood beside the improvised dance field and slowly swang to the music.

Your gaze flew across the crowd and you realized how the person you just had thought about came closer to you, almost when it was too late.

Tom approached you like a predator with some smooth steps, when your eyes met you had to chuckle shyly.

,,Oh no Tom'' you said when he offered his hand for you to join him. Everyone would see you both, together. Eventually you took it after some intense starring that showed you that he truly challanged you to overcome your last bit of shyness. He pulls you enthuastically but still smoothly against him and you had to laugh from his behavior. A proud smile crossed his face and he twirled you around as if he wanted to first show you off and then held you like he wanted to keep you all to himself.

This moment felt like a dream. All the green and white lights of the room danced around you two, while Tom swung you around the room. Everyone looked at you out of disbelieve, may it be negatively or positivley. But it didn't matter, because Tom's feeling were the only one that mattered to you.

✧ ⊹ II ✧ ⊹

Some time later you and Tom ended up in a hidden corner where you had led him to. Something inside you had reached its peak and the only thing you lpnged for was Toms attention.

,,Tom can you answer me something honestly?'' you asked with your upper body pressed against his. For a long moment you two had just hugged one another and swung slowly to the music. ,,Did your friends to something in my drink?''

,,What makes you think that?'' asked Tom the soft gaze disappeared at your words.

,,I feel kind of funny. I want... you. Are you sure your friends didn't give me some love potion?'' you asked half heartedly, laughing a bit nervous.

You couldn't know, Tom thought when you said this. He never mentioned how his parents got together.

,,I don't think you need this to feel this way Y/N, am I right? Besides alcohol has its his own special effects'' Tom said while caressing your cheek, suppressing his dark secrets and the harsh feelings that followed them. Instead his lips twisted into a shy smile, you were so close. He could feel how he was about to finally win you.

Your face reddens and you hid it in his hand.

He took your hand in his and brought it to your heart.

,,You can feel it too now, dont you? We're meant to be together'' he says, luring you into his beliefs. You nodded.

,,Tom... I want you. Don't mind my tipsiness, the alcohol just makes me say things I'm too shy to admit usually'' your words sounded like a phrase Tom just wanted you to say. They were so desperate and their purpose was to only get him. And like you dind't had this sleepy thought in the back of your mind your pressed yourself further into his body, searching for more. He was right.

Thats when you let your last doubts fall into sleep and allowed yourself to get yourself what you truely longed for. And Tom watched this little show with his undivided attention.

The shyness in your eyes turned slowly to desire as you attempted to reach out for your needs that laid on Toms lips, for the beginning.

Carefully to cross the distance between your lips and his you got on your tiptoes, his height forced you to.

Embarrassement rushed through you, as Tom turned his face away from yours, denying your wish.

With a challenging smile Tom leaned back, not giving in. Softly his fingers had twisted around your necklace and pushed you on your feet again. Back, underneath him.

Little did you know that this wasn't an act to embarrase you, in fact Tom was very pleased right now. If you weren't so tipsy, that view and your pleading words would be enough for Tom to finally ruin you. The goal he had set for you was almost reached, and for the last steps he wanted you to crawl. Love could be so demanding, Tom had to learn it. Enduring so many restless nights only due to those cursed feelings for you.

His free hand pulled your hair to one side, exposing your neck where he took a gentle hold of it to face him. First you hoped he would kiss you. But then his lips met your neck, first softly enough to savour the feeling of your soft skin but then strong enough to give you a taste of what was to come, when you stayed with him.

The fires in the corridor threw your shadows against the wall and while your head got gently shoved to the side by Toms lips. His huge shadow devoured yours. You were one.

How frightning this relfection was didn't cross your mind, instead your eyes rolled back from the sensation when Toms lips moved to the other side, now hiding your shadows from your sight.

The plan was to make this pleasurable for you but Tom couldn't hold back and pulled you closer to him with one smooth motion around you middle and it only made his lips move with more hunger over your skin. Even though the loud music covered your moans Tom could feel them against his lips. The possesive grip around you wasn't necessary your body arched against his own like you begged for more.

,,You're almost too good at making me lose my own mind'' Tom cursed between some more hot kisses behind your ear, his voice was so close you thought he was in your mind.

With glassy eyes you looked up to him when he withdrawed from you, his other hand still layed around your middle, otherwise you would have stumbled.

,,This should do the trick. Remind others that you belong to someone for now on. But I want to hear it from you again when you are sober'' he said after pressing his lips together like he wanted to have the taste of your skin again. You felt a sting at your neck when his fingers traced around it.Before you could answer Tom took you by the hand and led you back to the party, otherwise you would still be frozen at your spot.

With a proud smile Tom entered the common room with you again, now with a different feeling inside him. And a different version of you it seemed. He almost had pity for you, when everyone could see how flustered and outspaced you were. But the fact that this was all because of him made him proud, hell it even turned him on. Finally everyone could clearly see what Tom had all this time, that you were his. His love, his pride his treasure. Tom finally understoof why people gave their partner silly names.

,,Go get some water and have some fun. I have to talk about something with some friends'' said Tom and left you behind, knowing that you wouldn't walk away from him anymore.

The remaing evening lasted an internity. You would sometimes join Toms little group where he still talked with his friends. Even though he liked the idea of not only being surrended by his minions but also by his love, he wanted to keep you away from his dark plans. He would encourage you to just go back to his other friends while staying a bit cold infront of the others.

Finally Tom came back and declared the end of the party for you two. Your mind was clearer again but nothing had changed about the way you felt. A comforting warmness crossed your bare arms when Tom almost hid you with his dark jacket he wore as his arm kept you softly by his side, guiding you to his room.

✧ ⊹ III ✧ ⊹

,,You have stayed very patient. You understand I wanted our first... real engagement to be special.'' he said after he had pushed the door close and leaned against it while facing you. With one swift motion he cast a spell on the door. His dorm mates would have to sleep somewhere else tonight. There was no way back outside, for the both of you.

You didn't say a word, instead you just watched him approaching you. It all felt like a dream.

,,I would have kissed you sober or drunk. You have something I really like about you, I can't just name it'' you said eventually as you realized that Tom seemed to wait for a reaction, despite his confident smile, that grew wider due to your words.

,,Maybe the fact that we share some values - like hard work. It took some perserverance to show you how much I adore you'' he said, your joined hands came up to your cheek. At first you thought it was meant to be a half hearted joke, but Toms face stood serious so you suppressed your nervous laughter.

,,You bewitched me Y/N'' Tom admitted honestly, with no string of a hidden plan attached as he felt deep down.

You were speechless again.

,,Why not show me how you feel about me?'' he suggested eventually. Little shivers of excitment flew through your body when Tom had said those words. His hands slowly took hold of your body.

Using his grip around your middle Tom pulled you against him to finally lay his lips and yours. They melted softly together and savoured one another's taste.

All the frustration of the waiting he had to endure crushed down on him.Even though Tom knew you, this felt so foreign. Feeling someone else- and yet it was like he drug tom him. His tongue stroke across yours lips before tasting more of you, he hushed your little sounds of nervousness helping you to relaxe more by softly massaging your sides he still held so possessively.

He would never let you go. Not after all those words and actions, not when you felt this good.

At some point Tom and you realized that they still needed to breath. You heart beat loud inside your ears and you pressed your body closer against his chest to calm yourself down. Tom took that as a sign to give you more and softly bend you down on the bed.

A strange feeling run through your body as you carefully crawled further onto the matress while keeping your eyes locked with Toms. One second later you kissed again and despite your need for him Tom seemed to have more of that for you.

His lips started to wander across your cheeks then neck and chest. You couldn't help but moan when his hands tried to decide where to touch you first and eventually pressed your hips against his own like an instinct and was the sweetest sound Tom could hear from you. Everything he did from now on was to squeeze those sounds again and again from out of you.

,,Wait what about your dorm mates?'' you asked when they crossed your mind.

,,You really think about such things when we are doing this?'' Tom asked in a mixture of annoyance and amusement and sucked on that sweet spot on your neck he just had found earning him another moan from you.

,, Just focus on me Y/N. The others don't have to bother you. You're mine after all, right?'' Tom asked in a bare whispher against your lips. You nodded shyly and eargerly.

,,How was that about you wanting me? Tell me about it'' Tom said. His hot breath crossed the skin of your lips when he waited for your answer while his hands roamed over your body. Once you had found your voice his eyes were fixed on your face, already pleased with the way you twisted under his touch.

It was hard to admit your feelings properly to him but Tom helped you.

,,Love is about taking and giving right? Give me an answer and you shall recieve more it that my love'' said Tom ever so confident, a smirk laid on his lips when he reminded you of your own words. He gave you everything when you said everything he wanted to hear. Like how much you needed him, that he was right all the time and that it you were meant to be his. By every right answer Tom undressed you futher and kissed the new parts of your skin he revealed him to.

By the time Tom let lose of you, you were a mess underneath him.Tom looked proudly down at his achievement.

Your gaze was dark and earger, your breath hollow like you didn't dare to be too loud. All you wanted was him.

,,Good Y/N. You're letting go for me dont you? I can see more and more who you really are and you look so perfect like it.You're doing so good'' Tom said to calm you down and kissed your hand lovingly. But it seemed it had quite the opposite effect. In unsteady movements your hips pushed upside against his own, to search for more, while your eyes met his. Tom suppressed a moan while his teeth catched the delicate skin of the back of your hand. You would be his ending when he wouldn't stay careful.

Now you could see Tom truthfully. He wasn't as cunning and cold hearted like so many thought. He was able to love someone, to really crave something. And this thing was you, it must have been so you thought by the picture before your eyes.

,,Let me show you how much I adore you Y/N. I want to make you feel good.'', Tom said softly.

His fingers traced around your bare thighs and hip. ,,You're teasing'' you chuckled when you found the courage to speak. ,,I'm enjoying properly'' Tom said not letting him get out of his pace. Eventually you could feel his fingers between your legs and the uprising courage left you again. You felt so different underneath him, with him still clothed and with you being under his control.

Tom would lie when he said he wasn't nervous as well, but at least he was good at hiding it. All he wanted was you to submitt more and more to him, to show himself that you were his indeed. And he could get lost in the view he got offered when his fingers stretched you out for the first time. Having people under his mercy was always something he enjoyed but it was in such a new way, and much more addicting.

,,Is everything alright? You look so pretty like this. Let me make you do that sound again. You're so good for me, doing so good'' He encourages you, watching you hungryly being on the edge of also getting lost in your excitement.

,,Does this feel good little witch?'' he asked between his trusts or when he curled his fingers a certain way, even though the answer was obvious. Something had changed within him, he was focused again and was now playing with you instead of testing the waters, now that he was certain you liked this.

Your moans weren't enough for him he wanted to hear you say it out loud and when you couldn't answer quick enough. Tom would trust harder into you, reminding you who was in charge when you thought you needn't to answer him or smimply couldnt due to the pleasure.

Your head bend to the side when you came closer but Toms fingers griped you by your chin to guide your gaze back on him. ,,You look at me when you come.'', Tom said sternly.

For second you witnessed a strange moment. While you felt the pleasure run through you it was as if you would look into a mirror, when you watched Tom who felt just as euphoric as you. With glassy eyes he pumped stronger inside you having you cry out higher, almost mimicing your lust and nervousness.

With a broken cry you came down from your high, your thighs still shivered from it while your neck was still gently pressed in the pillow. His eyes were still locked with yours when he brought his fingers to his lips tasting the fruits of his victory. You carefully came up and helped him out of his sweater and shirt, you felt so small against him when you eyed him up.

,,Tom I want to make you feel good as well'' you said still out of breath searching for his gaze when Tom laid himself next to you. ,,What you make me feel now is enough, for now. I lust for something far better at another time. Now let me taste you again'' he said and pushed you down again.

It sounded almost like you were in pain when Tom kept you on the edge, always denying your high despite your pleading moans. Lowkey giving you a taste of your own medicin, he had to wait so long for this moment. Now you were the one who had to be nice and patient for him.

Your hands had reached for his hair to get more friction, but Tom was quicker and pushed them down, giving you a warning by sucking hard on your clit making you whimper. He explained that you must use your words if you wanted something from him.

,,Don't get shy on me. We're partners now, there is nothing you can't tell me. Say what you want'' Tom said like an intimate secret giving you one long lick that made you shiver again searching for more.

The more you found the courage to tell him what you wanted and how badly you needed him the more Tom gave into your pleas. When Tom decided to have heared enough for now he let you have your final release in which he could get lost just like your sweet sounds. With weak arms you brought yourself into the embrace Tom offered you and rested. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how well you did until your sleepiness overwhelmed you.

[applescorner]

hii, welcome to apple's corner. my name is apple, and this is your insiders guide to the yays, nays, and rules of my little corner of the universe.

i write ONLY (for now) fluff, one shots / peices, drabbles, request you can ask me anything on there ASLONG AS IT'S NOT INAPPROPRIATE OR INVASIVE ♡. ).

{ i don't write tons smut or lots of sexual post because I miss reading about men yearning, mutual pinning, desperate for touch, smell and taste of the women they're in love with . so i wanna bring that back. and i know there are tons of girls who want as well, i see ya'll}

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fun facts !

- pronouns : she/her/hers

- afro - latina, american

- fav music : pop, rap, country, country pop, contemporary r&b, dance hall, hyper pop, dance pop & edm

- fav music artist : gracie abrams, erkyah badu, taylor swift, beyonce, cleo sol, HER, daniel ceaser, tate mcrae, britney spears and ariana grande

- quote living by right now : "move your body like you love it (i love to dance)

- i have a chiweenie mix her name's belle and she's two years old

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here in my libary, you will read about the various fandoms that i love and write for

��� batman & / batman family (jason todd, dick grayson & tim drake )

• marvel : any male characters

• avengers- bucky, steve rodgers, tony stark, bruce banner, clint , thor, loki, quicksilver, etc....

• ALL x-men (male only !)

• harry potter

• oc's sometimes

• will add future fandoms

for female characters, I write only about female friendships, platonic love & scenarios. I am not homophoic. I just prefer not to write about these things.

as for y/n OR (insert character x reader ). Y/N will be typically female, she is black, tall, curvy, smart and has tons of intrest. there are not enough black female Y/N's for me nor young women like me. She has no set personality or type, she truly is a barbie you fill with your own life.

i've been writing on tumblr for about four years it's been so fun, i haven't done it in a about a year but i wanna start again so here we are.

click the, fly to the apple tree for request send me stories, chit chat, whatever <3, I love doing story request so much the're pretty challenging and i've got some down time so

mwah, apple ✨️.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Hello To All!

Hope you all are enjoying your weekend! I read on my phone and I’m not able to find stories. If there’s a way, please tell me how.

Please suggest adult stories for me with a great/happy ending. I prefer chapter stories of adult Klaine. Any suggestions are welcome. Need something to read tonight. Thank you for all you do!

Hello, when I search from my phone, I go onto our libary blog and into the "magnifying glass/search" at the top. I type in a particular word like "adult" or "enemies to lovers" and then a whole lot of previously recommended fics appear. Alternatively download A03 app, and you can search and filter on it.

Also on AO3 check out our 2023 Klainebingo which has 191 tagged stories written 2016-23 that fandom have recommended - not all adult klaine, but definitely worth looking at.

What I've done is made a list of recommendations here of some of Klaine fics I've enjoyed, where they are adults, or mostly post college age. Some newer, some older. ~ Jen

Seven by @scatterthestars

How far would you go for someone you love? For Kurt, that means doing the unimaginable. But if it means saving his dad, he's willing to take that risk. A risk that has him leaving his home to go states away to spend a week with the last person he ever expected to meet. Over the course of the next seven days, things don't go as planned, or thought.

Can seven days change everything?

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Feel my heart's intention by @kurtsascot

Blaine started to hate Kurt on his first day. And it was a shame, really, because they could have been cute together. 

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Falling for You By @caramelcoffeeaddict Coffeeaddict80

A fic written based off a mash-up of these two prompts from the @gleepotluckbigbang prompt page -- Prompt1: During rehearsal I tripped and fell into the orchestra pit and landed on you Prompt2: I have to share a dressing room with the most obnoxious, self-centered jerk; and when you sent flowers to our dressing room, they took them assuming they were for them but they were really for me Featuring: Broadway!Kurt, PianoPlayer!Blaine, Obnoxious!Broadway!Sebastian

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Rock, paper, scissors by @gleefulpoppet

Kurt and his seven-year-old daughter are moving from the hustle and bustle of New York to the Rocky Mountains for a fresh start. On a connecting flight from Atlanta, they meet a warmhearted man who captures their attention with his enthusiasm. Will they ever see him again? And even if they do, how will he fit into their new life?

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Nashville! by @hkvoyage

Kurt lands the lead role in a new musical, but it flops during the previews. However, his performance captivates Nashville’s newest country music sensation. They share an instant connection and it grows deeper as they get to know each other. Will Kurt be able to save the musical and keep the man of his dreams? An AU meeting featuring country singer!Blaine and Broadway!Kurt.

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Made to keep your body warm by @quizasvivamos

Blaine is a meteorologist who works as a weatherman for a local New York news station where he's especially well-known for predicting storms. But, when a huge nor'easter blows in and the news crew is trapped at the station for three days by snow, can he predict what happens when he meets a young new intern?

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If music be by @blurglesmurfklaine

Kurt’s just trying to survive his last semester of college, which means making it through student teaching in one piece.

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In my place by @heartsmadeofbooks

Blaine has always been shy and introverted, so after his father dies, he looks for comfort into his childhood dream - owning a bookstore. But then Kurt Hummel walks into his life, turning his dream into a complicated affair.

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These inconvenient fireworks by @redheadgleek

After an unexpected Tony award, Kurt Hummel is Broadway's hottest up and coming star, which comes with expectations and some admirers that won't take a hint. When his best friend Elliott Gilbert suggests that they pretend to date to get the leeches to back off, Kurt takes him up on the idea. It's all working out great - until Kurt starts to fall hard for the dark-haired music director of his latest musical.

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Scenes from December by @spaceorphan18

An exploration of Kurt's life throughout various Decembers. The story of family and how the definition of family changes over time.

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Home away from home by @lilyvandersteen

Cooper buys a hotel sight unseen and asks Blaine to run it for him over the summer. Only, the hotel is a health and safety hazard and Inspectors Hummel and Abrams are hell-bent on closing it down. Can Blaine spruce the hotel up in time and save Cooper's investment?

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Living Haphazard by anna_timberlake @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion

Have you ever thought of getting cheated by a house broker and getting to know that you had to stay with another stranger who was also cheated? What if you are getting stuck up with the stranger in the apartment due to unavoidable circumstances? What if you hate him as well as have a crush on him? What if you had to fight your inner self and the stranger? What if he agreed on helping you which can only happen in dreams? This is a real living haphazard, isn't it?

~~~~ Someone like you by @iconicklaine

Kurt and Blaine keep up their very own version of "When Harry Met Sally" for years, a friendship fraught with sexual tension and longing, until the agendas of Adele (yes, THE Adele), a bored NY socialite and a super-sweet hetero couple bring our boys together. The only problem is... they're both in committed relationships.

Note: This story is AU after "Sexy" and assumes Kurt and Blaine graduate from Dalton in the same year. In this future fic, set in 2025, Blaine is based off of Season 2 Blaine. Originally posted on LJ and S&C.

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The Journeying By @flowerfan2

Freshly graduated from music school, Blaine is thrilled when he is chosen to stay in the cast when the production of��Into the Woods he was lucky enough to be part of in Boston moves to Broadway. He knows it’s going to be hard returning to New York City – the scene of his epic breakup with his fiancé and the emotional meltdown which cost him his place at NYADA. But he’s determined that this time, everything will be different. Little does Blaine know that out of thousands of potential castmates, his director has chosen none other than Kurt Hummel to play the part of Jack. Blaine has worked hard to recover from their breakup three years ago, and struggles to find a new way to relate to Kurt and simultaneously protect himself, especially when tragedy strikes.

This story looks at what would have happened if Kurt and Blaine had reacted differently to the break up in 6x01 than they did in canon; if events hadn’t brought them back together as soon, and if forgiveness hadn’t come so easily.

[jellyfishtoenail]

RANDOM AHH DESS THEORY

(Some chapter 4 spoilers, I'm like halfway though)

Okay, so remember sweet cap'n cakes and how they were revolting against queen? And remember the queen "universal mother" theory?

What if sweet cap'n cakes' relationship with the queen represents dess's relationship with her mother? Her room is heavily music based and i feel like Noelle's mom is the type to deem all non-christian music "satanic." I wonder if she used music as a form of rebellion against her mother.

Edit: wait nvm there was a cd player in the libary, wasn't there? 🤦‍♂️ Atp I'm just looking for scc content. i miss em they were funny

[kitthefoxkin]

hello, can you do like a really dark dragon moodboard with some of the following themes:

poetry/books/libaries

sheet music

grunge

TW: daggers

predatory animals

preferably in black and white/grayscale if possible !

thank you if you do this, love your moodboards

sharp objects!

dragon alterhuman moodboard with themes of poetry, sheet music, daggers, and being a predatory animal, all in greyscale!

[stranded-demon]

"The name's Zylith. I go by he/they. I am 5'7 tall, 26 years old and I may or may not be a demon of madness. I recently found myself on earth as I needed to get away from my family, so now I have to deal with how laws work here and navigate the fact that I work in a libary now. There isn't much to know about me other then that I smoke, like reading and that my old man is Mephistopheles (the demon, not the cat from the musical, but thanks to anons I will annoy him with that)."

Feel free to interact with me if you want, I am always down to talk to anyone. OOC, OCs and canon characters are all free to interact. ((This page may contain suggestive or nsfw themes here and there, so if you don't wanna see that, block the tags tw: suggestive and tw: nsfw. I am always doing my best to tag everything!))

Tags I will use on this blog:

Zylith answers for asks I get

Zylith's life for random posts from him

Tunes for music he listens to/that fit him

His human and his demon form:

OOC Stuff:

//Heyo everyone. My name is Vic (he/him) and I am an adult (23 years old). Hope you enjoy my blog!

[aeraswaan]

sirens and silhouettes | L.M

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Summary : A meticulous, street-smart cop falls for a glamorous, free-spirited supermodel.

The flashing blue and red of the police car's lights paint streaks across the sleek, silver hood of your taxi. Rain plasters itself against the window, blurring the neon-drenched cityscape of Seoul.

You sigh, glancing at your watch. Fashion week. Tonight's after-party is the hottest ticket in town, and you, Kang Soojin, face of L'Èclat and darling of the South Korean fashion scene, are running late. Again.

"Traffic's terrible, Miss Kang," the taxi driver says, glancing at you in the rearview mirror. "Accident up ahead. Police are on the scene."You murmur a thank you, pulling your phone from your designer bag. A flurry of messages awaits – your agent, reminding you of the party's importance; your stylist, a string of panicked crying emojis; your best friend, begging for details on the guest list. You ignore them all, closing your eyes and leaning your head against the cool leather seat.

This life, the constant glare of the cameras, the relentless pressure to be perfect, is starting to feel like a gilded cage.The taxi lurches to a halt. You peek out the window. The accident is a minor fender-bender, but the flashing lights are mesmerizing. That's when you see him.He's directing traffic with an effortless authority, his movements precise and efficient. Even through the rain-streaked glass, you can't help but notice the way his dark hair is plastered to his forehead, the sharp angles of his jawline, the serious set of his mouth. He’s tall, broad-shouldered in his uniform, and there’s a quiet strength that radiates from him. He's Officer Lee Minho.

You recognize the name from the small brass plate pinned to his chest.There’s something about him that captivates you. Maybe it’s the way he handles the chaos with such calm, or perhaps it’s the stark contrast he presents to the frivolous world you inhabit. Whatever it is, you find yourself strangely drawn to him.

The traffic begins to flow again, and your taxi creeps forward. As you pass him, Officer Lee’s eyes flick up and meet yours. Just for a fleeting moment, his gaze locks onto yours. There's a flicker of…something in his eyes. Curiosity? Recognition? You can't quite decipher it. Then, he's turning away, already focused on directing the next car.The party is everything you expected – loud music, flashing lights, champagne flowing freely, and a sea of beautiful people vying for attention. You plaster on your practiced smile, pose for photographs, and make small talk, but your mind keeps drifting back to the officer in the rain.Days turn into weeks. You see his face on the news, a brief clip of him receiving an award for bravery. You find yourself subtly altering your usual routes, hoping for a glimpse of him on the streets.

You even, embarrassingly, consider staging a minor car accident just to see him again.Then, one evening, it happens. You're leaving a late-night photoshoot, exhausted and craving a simple bowl of ramen. You duck into a small, unassuming restaurant, the kind hidden away from the glitz and glamour of Gangnam.

You're halfway through your noodles when you hear a familiar voice."Excuse me, is this seat taken?"You look up. It's him. Officer Lee Minho. He's out of uniform, dressed in a simple black t-shirt and jeans. He looks even more striking without the rigid formality of his police attire.You stammer, "No, no, it's free."

He slides into the seat opposite you. "Kang Soojin, right?" he asks, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I recognize you from the posters."Your heart skips a beat. "And you're Officer Lee Minho," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. "From the…accident."He chuckles, a low, warm sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "That's right. I just wanted to say… I hope you weren’t too inconvenienced that night."

"Not at all," you say quickly. "I was just… admiring your efficiency."An awkward silence descends. You pick at your noodles, trying to think of something to say. He seems equally ill at ease."So," he says finally, "what does a supermodel do for dinner after a photoshoot?

"You laugh, relieved. "Eat ramen, apparently. What about a police officer after a long shift?""Same," he says, grinning. "Comfort food is universal."That night, over steaming bowls of ramen, you talk. Not about fashion or crime, but about your families, your dreams, your fears. You discover that he's kind, intelligent, and surprisingly funny. He, in turn, seems genuinely interested in hearing about your life, even the less glamorous aspects.He walks you back to your apartment building. The rain has stopped, and the city lights twinkle like stars. At your doorstep, he hesitates."I…I enjoyed talking to you," he says, his voice a little hesitant.

"Maybe we could do it again sometime?"You nod, unable to find your voice. "I'd like that very much."He smiles, a genuine, heart-stopping smile. "Good night, Soojin."And then he's gone, leaving you standing there, breathless and utterly confused. What just happened?The following weeks are a whirlwind of stolen moments. You meet for coffee before he starts his shift, share takeout in his small apartment, and take quiet walks along the Han River. You learn about his dedication to his job, his strong sense of justice, and his unwavering commitment to his family. He sees past the makeup and the designer clothes, seeing you for who you truly are – a woman searching for something real amidst the superficiality.He doesn't treat you like a celebrity. He treats you like a person.But your world and his are vastly different. Your agent warns you that dating a police officer will damage your brand. Your friends don't understand. His colleagues tease him relentlessly. The pressure mounts.Doubt creeps in. Can this really work? Are you just living in a fairytale?

One night, after a particularly grueling day of shooting, you meet him at a small park overlooking the city. The air is crisp, and the stars are out. You tell him everything – the doubts, the fears, the pressure.He listens patiently, his gaze unwavering. When you're finished, he takes your hand, his touch gentle and reassuring."Soojin," he says, his voice low and sincere, "I know our lives are different. I know it won't be easy. But I care about you. More than I thought possible. And I'm willing to fight for this, if you are."

Tears well up in your eyes. You realize that you're not afraid of the challenges. You're afraid of losing him."I am," you whisper. "I'm willing to fight too."

The fight isn't easy. There are misunderstandings, arguments, and moments of doubt. But through it all, your connection deepens. You learn to navigate the complexities of your relationship, finding common ground and supporting each other through thick and thin.You start using your platform to speak out about issues you care about, using your voice to make a difference. He supports you wholeheartedly, admiring your courage and conviction. He, in turn, learns to appreciate the artistry and creativity of your world, seeing the hard work and dedication that goes into every photoshoot and runway show.Slowly, but surely, the world around you begins to accept your relationship. Your agent realizes that your happiness is worth more than any brand image. Your friends see the genuine love and respect you share. His colleagues stop teasing him, recognizing the depth of his feelings for you.Years pass. You're still a successful model, but you're also an advocate, a philanthropist, and a woman deeply in love. He's still a dedicated police officer, but he's also a loving partner, a supportive friend, and a man who has found his equal.One evening, you find yourself driving through Gangnam.

As you pass a familiar street corner, you see a police officer directing traffic. The flashing blue and red lights paint streaks across the wet pavement. It reminds you of that rainy night, the night you first saw him.You smile, remembering the initial spark, the slow burn that ignited into a love that has shaped your life. You pull over and roll down your window."Need any help, Officer Lee?" you call out, a playful glint in your eyes.He turns, his face lighting up with a familiar, heart-stopping smile. "Just keeping the city safe, Soojin," he says. "But I could always use a little company."He walks over to the car and leans down, his eyes meeting yours. In that moment, surrounded by the chaos and beauty of Seoul, you know that you’ve found something truly special. This slow burn, this unexpected romance, has become the most beautiful and enduring love story of your life. And you wouldn't trade it for anything.

Authors Note : credits to my friend for the idea .. this slow burn kinda???

tags : @kessaprl

[ghostgirlvii]

Time to be critical of MWIII again. But with a good note.

So, first I need to say that this is the point that reedeem the game a little for me personally, but also make me sad. I'm a huge fan of OST, my libary is probably 90% OST and 10% regular music. A game will often get me hooked if the music is captivating.

MWIII did lack that effect. In most missions, I felt, you barely hear any music to go along with what is happening. Or if I did, then I was so trying to figure out what to do in the OWM I could really appreciate it, cinematics didn't had the same impact (the cinematic in MWII, when Price does his speech and Ghost remove his mask? Every time I listen to the soundtrack I can soooo see it clearly in my mind! That's the impact!)

I had to go on Spotify to listen to all of them and be able appreciate the work. The OST is pretty good even if it's not the same composer than the previous two games. He did a good job, I do give 9/10. But doesn't it sucks that I wasn't able to enjoy it during the game. Flashpoint is maybe the only one where I went "oh yes, in the game, that's when you are crossing the stadium with all the civilians!" Otherwise, all the hardwork got sort of lost. Maybe I should try a third go at the campaign to see if I can catch the music in certain time, beside in the cinematic.

TLDR: MWIII's soundtrack is pretty good, but the game didn't give it justice because everything was rushed and the immersion was weak!

Quick Edit: Ok "Who dares wins" especially the second half hit right in the fucking feels. Yes... I can see the fucking scene (⁠ノ⁠ಥ⁠,⁠_ಥ⁠)⁠ノ⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

[luciadiosa]

Enchanting mermaid

Part 13

It was a quiet life. a nice life. A protected one. Cutler Beckett never showed cruelty. and Beth was very eager to teach you all forms to be a lady, a human. But still there was this longing. The ocean calls you. Your mermaid genes missing to be free and swim. to explore the deep sea. To feel the cold water on your skin.

One day Cutler Beckett came home from a exkursion. He opens the door and looks around. "Beth prepare a bath and dinner." He looks around to the music room, the salon. Your room.

"YN?" Cutler calls out for you but no answer. his steps getting faster as he looks into every room. The libary and music room were always your favourit. Nothing. He couldn't find you.

"Beth! Where is she??" His heart rate fasten and his employee looks to him: "She isn't there?"

"No!" a shiny reflexion catch his eyes. He passes beth and get to the cupboard next to the sink. The rings. The engagement ring of his mother and the wedding ring. The lord stare at it. Feeling a great loss and dissapointent. Over the months he got fond of you. You were his posession.

"My lord?" "Beth asks. "She left.....she left us..." his hand lays on the cupboard. "Please leave."

The old lady leaves and Cutler listens to the door closes. He undress and get into the bath tube. His tired bones welcoming the warmth. But his heart was still hurt and it was the first time since years as he breaks down and cries about his loss.

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