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[youngeditor1999]

Sharpay and Zeke should’ve been endgame !!

I completly agree!!!

I know that Sharpay was a little annoyed by him in the beginning (especially in the first one!) but then by then end, after it was revealed that he did some baking for her, she liked him a lot!!

They both would have been totally supportive of each other while also letting the other be independant and do their own thing. 💞

I understand why the writers/producers/creators of High School Musical needed to make Sharpay have this big thing for Troy, but it would have made a lot more sense if by the third one, she realized all along that Zeke was the right one for her. <3

[mrsfancyferrari]

Baby Fever

Summary: OP81 + babysitting a child

Song: Melting · Kali Uchis

Author’s note: Please like, reblog and share this! 🫶

Word count: 2.8k

MASTERLIST - F1

It was a sunny Saturday morning when Oscar and you arrived at your sister's house, the soft sound of laughter echoing from within. Today was your day to babysit little Olivia, your sister’s five-month-old daughter.

You had always adored Olivia, with her bright blue eyes and wisps of golden hair that caught the light like spun sugar. But you weren't prepared for what the day would unfold.

As you stepped through the door, the smell of fresh coffee greeted you two, wrapping around you like a warm embrace, and you caught sight of your sister bustling around the kitchen, prepping snacks and leaving last-minute instructions.

The moment felt charged with anticipation. Your sister turned, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, and you felt your heart lift in response.

“Hey! You guys are right on time!” she said, beaming at you two. “Olivia has been waiting for you!”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I hope she’s not too much trouble,” you said, glancing over at Oscar, who had just caught sight of the little one.

His face lit up with joy, and a sense of warmth filled the room.

“Oh, she’s a delight,” your sister reassured you, her voice brimming with affection. “But she can be a handful when she wants to be!”

You two made your way to the living room, where Olivia was nestled in a playpen, surrounded by colorful toys that seemed to dance with life. Each toy was a vibrant splash of color, a cheerful invitation for play.

As soon as Olivia spotted Oscar, her face lit up with excitement, a burst of pure, unfiltered joy.

“Look at that!” you exclaimed, nudging Oscar playfully. “She’s smitten with you already!”

“Hey there, little princess!” Oscar cooed, crouching down to Olivia’s level. His voice was soft and gentle, and it sent a flutter through your stomach—a reminder of the simple, profound magic that occurs when love is shared.

Olivia squealed in delight, waving her tiny arms and kicking her little legs in a frenzy of happiness. It was a sight that melted your heart, igniting a warmth that spread throughout your being.

You couldn’t help but grab your phone and snap a picture of Oscar leaning into the playpen, his eyes full of warmth and affection.

“C’mon, smile for the camera!” you said, trying to contain your own excitement, feeling the rush of happiness bubble within you.

Oscar glanced up, a playful grin on his face. “Is this going on your Instagram? I better look good!”

“Oh, don’t worry. You look adorable,” you teased, capturing the moment forever in digital form.

“Can you send me that later? I need to update my profile pic,” he chuckled, returning his attention to Olivia, who was now trying to grab his finger, her tiny grip conveying a strength beyond her size.

You and Oscar spent the next few hours immersed in Olivia's world, playing with her as if she were the sun and you two were the planets, spinning around her light.

Oscar was surprisingly great with her, holding her securely while making silly faces and sounds that sent ripples of laughter cascading from her lips. Olivia giggled, her laughter ringing like the sweetest music—a melody that filled the space around you and made everything feel right.

“Wow, you’ve got a talent for this,” you said, watching as he expertly balanced her on his knee, his hands cradling her tiny frame with such care. “Have you done this before?”

“Not a lot,” he replied, his cheeks flushing slightly. “But I guess it just comes naturally when you’re around a cutie like her.”

“Oh, so you think she’s cute?” you teased, leaning closer to them, the playful banter weaving a tapestry of connection between you two.

“Of course! But you’re cuter,” he said, giving you a cheeky wink, and your heart raced at the exchange, at the ease with which he moved between playful flirtation and sincere affection.

You rolled your eyes playfully, but inside, you felt a warmth spread through you, a glow that lingered long after his words. As the day went on, you found yourself taking more pictures, wanting to capture every fleeting moment of joy.

There was something so tender about Oscar gently bouncing Olivia on his knee or the way he would rock her to sleep, humming a tune softly, the sound melding seamlessly with the soft hum of the world outside.

“I think she’s ready for a nap,” Oscar said, glancing down at the baby, who was now starting to rub her eyes, tiny fists balled in the universal sign of sleepiness.

“Yeah, I think so too,” you agreed, feeling a sense of purpose as you two moved to put her down. “Let’s put her in her crib.”

Oscar followed your lead, and you worked together seamlessly, like a well-rehearsed duet. He carefully laid Olivia down, tucking her in with her favorite blanket while you dimmed the lights, creating a cocoon of comfort.

As she drifted off, you noticed the way Oscar’s expression softened, a hint of wonder in his eyes.

“Look at her,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. “She’s perfect.”

“She really is,” you agreed, feeling a tug at your heart. “You’re really good with her, Oscar. I can see you being a great dad one day.”

He turned to you, surprise flashing across his face. “You think so?”

“Definitely,” you said, biting your lip to suppress a grin. “You’ve got the whole caring thing down. Just look at you!”

Oscar chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair, the gesture endearing in its familiarity. “Well, I’m glad you think so. I guess spending a day with Olivia isn’t so bad.”

Once Olivia was sound asleep, you retreated to the kitchen, where you two prepared a quick lunch. The atmosphere was light and easy, filled with the gentle clatter of dishes and the sweet sound of laughter.

As you ate, the conversation flowed effortlessly, like a river finding its course.

“So, do you want kids someday?” you asked, more curious than you realized. It was a question that hung in the air, a thread connecting your hearts in this intimate moment.

He paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “Yeah, I think so. Maybe a couple. How about you?”

“I’ve always wanted a family,” you admitted, surprised at your own candidness, your heart racing as you shared you thoughts. “But I guess I never thought about it too much until today.”

“Why today?” he asked, leaning forward, clearly intrigued, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

You shrugged, a little shyly. “I don’t know. I just see how good you are with Olivia, and it kind of makes me think...”

“Think what?” he pressed gently, his eyes searching yours, a mix of wonder and warmth enveloping you two.

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have a little one of our own one day,” you confessed, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, the weight of your words lingering between you two.

Oscar’s smile widened, and he reached across the table, taking your hand in his, a gesture that felt monumental in its simplicity. “Well, I’d be honored if we got to do that together someday.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought, and you squeezed his hand, a grin spreading across your face, a feeling of belonging blooming within you. “Yeah, me too.”

As the afternoon wore on and Olivia woke up, you found yourselves wrapped up in her giggles once again. It was a day filled with joy, laughter, and an unexpected revelation about your future together.

By the end of it, as Oscar and you watched Olivia play, you felt a longing in your heart that you hadn’t anticipated—a longing for a family and perhaps for a life with Oscar that included more than just babysitting your sister's baby.

This little adventure had opened a door you didn't know existed, and it felt like the start of something profound.

As you snapped one last picture of Oscar and Olivia, their faces illuminated with joy, you couldn’t help but feel that this was just the beginning of something beautiful, a story waiting to unfold—one where laughter, love, and the pitter-patter of tiny feet might one day fill your home, creating memories that would last a lifetime.

The soft glow of the TV illuminated the cozy living room as the cheerful tunes of Cocomelon filled the air. You were nestled into the couch, a warm blanket draped over you and your boyfriend, Oscar, as Olivia gurgled and babbled in your arms.

The sweet smell of baby lotion lingered around you, and the world outside seemed to fade away, the chaotic hum of daily life replaced by the serene rhythm of laughter and animated melodies.

In this intimate cocoon, time felt suspended, as if you were in a little world of your own—a beautiful sanctuary where nothing else mattered but the warmth of your family and the joy radiating from a baby’s laughter.

“This is the life,” Oscar murmured, glancing down at the baby who was enthralled by the animated characters dancing across the screen.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer, and you could feel the tenderness in his touch. “I could get used to this.” His voice was soft, laced with affection, and it made your heart flutter.

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. “Me too. I mean, look at her. She’s adorable.” You gently bounced Olivia on your knee, eliciting a giggle from the little one, a sound so pure and delightful that it seemed to resonate deep within your soul.

Her bright eyes sparkled with excitement, reflecting the colorful images dancing on the screen, and in that moment, you felt an overwhelming surge of love and protectiveness over this tiny being.

“She really is,” Oscar said, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on Olivia’s forehead. “You’re the cutest little munchkin in the whole wide world, aren’t you?”

Olivia clapped her tiny hands in response, her eyes sparkling with delight, a captivating sight that filled the room with an infectious energy.

The peaceful atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the front door creaking open, the familiar sound that signaled the arrival of your sister, Claire.

She walked in, her arms filled with grocery bags, a picture of bustling energy. As she caught sight of the scene in the living room, a broad grin broke across her face, illuminating her features.

“Wow, you two already look the part!” she exclaimed, setting her bags down on the table with a flourish. “Should I be worried about leaving you alone with her?” There was a teasing lilt in her voice, an underlying sense of pride mingling with her playful skepticism.

You chuckled, looking up at your sister, your heart swelling with warmth. “We’ve got it under control! Right, babe?” You directed the question at Oscar, who nodded vigorously, his eyes sparkling with determination.

“Absolutely,” Oscar replied, his voice filled with confidence. “We make a great team.” The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, and you felt a sense of unity and shared purpose envelop you both.

“Are you sure you don’t need us to take care of her for a little longer?” you begged, tightening your hold on Olivia as she reached out for your hair, her tiny fingers tangling in the strands.

The innocent curiosity of a child always seemed to capture your heart, igniting a desire to protect and nurture.

Claire raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “You know you can’t keep her forever, right?” The playful challenge in her voice made you laugh, a sound filled with playful defiance.

“I mean, we could if we really wanted to,” you said, playfully sticking your tongue out at her. “Look at how much fun we’re having! Cuddling, watching shows, and—”

“And learning all about the joys of diaper changing?” Claire interjected, her voice dripping with sarcasm, making you burst into laughter.

“Okay, maybe we don’t have that part down just yet,” Oscar admitted, glancing at you with a smirk, and the lightheartedness of the moment made your heart feel light. “But we can handle it. We’ve been practicing our ‘baby talk’ and everything.”

“Baby talk?” Claire laughed, shaking her head. “I don’t think that’s a skill you need to master. But it’s sweet you’re both so eager.”

You smiled at Oscar, feeling a rush of affection for him. “I really am grateful you decided to come with me to babysit. It’s nice to see you in this light.” The sincerity in your voice resonated with the deeper emotions swirling around in your chest.

Oscar looked a bit flustered but pleased, his cheeks tinting slightly with a hint of pink. “Well, it’s nice to see you in this light too. You’re a natural.” The compliment washed over you like a warm wave, igniting a spark of joy and validation.

“Okay, okay, enough with the mushy stuff!” Claire teased, plopping down onto the couch beside you, breaking the moment with her playful interruption. “I just came from the store, and I brought some treats. How about a snack break?”

“Please tell me you brought cookies!” you said, your eyes lighting up at the prospect of a sweet indulgence.

The thought of chocolate chip cookies brought a flood of childhood memories, evoking a sense of nostalgia that made you yearn for those simpler days.

“Of course! But you have to share with Olivia,” Claire replied, winking at her niece. “The more sugar, the more energy, right?”

You groaned playfully, feigning horror. “Oh no, we’ll never get her to sleep!” The thought of a hyperactive Olivia was amusing, and you could already envision the chaotic giggles and squeals that would ensue.

“That’s what makes it fun!” Oscar chimed in, clearly enjoying the lighthearted banter. “More giggles, less sleep!” His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, and you couldn’t help but laugh, caught up in the camaraderie of the moment.

Claire started unpacking her bags, revealing an array of snacks: cookies, fruit snacks, and juice boxes. As she handed you a cookie, you took a bite, savoring the rich chocolate melting in your mouth.

“Delicious!” you declared, grabbing another one before Olivia could spot them. But Olivia had already caught sight of the brightly colored juice boxes and was reaching out for one, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“Looks like we’ve got a little juice thief on our hands,” Claire said, chuckling as you quickly grabbed a juice box for Olivia. “Here you go, little one,” you said, handing it over.

Olivia squealed in delight, her tiny hands clasping the juice box, and you watched in pure joy as she took her first sip, her little face lighting up with joy that seemed to radiate around the room.

“See? We’re perfect at this,” you said, feeling a swell of pride as Olivia squeaked and wiggled with excitement.

Oscar leaned back against the couch, watching you with admiration, his gaze softening as it met yours.

“I could definitely get used to this family dynamic,” he said quietly, his words carrying a weight that made your heart flutter.

“Me too,” you replied, your heart swelling with warmth.

The joy of the moment made you realize that this was more than just babysitting; it was a glimpse into a future you both could build together, a shared vision that filled you with hope and longing.

As Olivia continued to giggle and bounce in your lap, you exchanged a knowing look with Oscar, a silent agreement passing between you.

This was just the beginning of many more beautiful moments to come, a preview of the laughter, the joy, and the unbreakable bond that family could create.

In the warmth of that living room, surrounded by the comforting presence of your loved ones, you felt a profound sense of belonging and the thrilling promise of a life filled with love and laughter ahead.

“So about that baby fever of yours?” Oscar whispers, leaning in closer, his breath tickling your ear. You feel a shiver run down your spine as he presses himself against you.

“What? Do you have it too?” you tease, your heart racing slightly as you turn to look at him, your playful smile lighting up your face.

He nods, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Maybe I do. Maybe I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.”

[sh1nr]

a night of fun

M!Reader x Jang Kyujin

wc: 3k

ao3

When Kyujin invited you to one of her group's performances , you didn't think much. It has happened before, most recently their MIXX UNIVERSITY fan concert. And besides her inviting you, usually you go yourself if you have the time. This time it was different, it was a performance at a university, Hanyang University to be specific. Though, you accepted her invitation as seeing your childhood best friend and now girlfriend perform would be a missed opportunity.

Once you arrived at Hanyang University, you were greeted by the staff and led backstage, unfortunately you weren't able to meet Kyujin or her members, but you were able to see the members perform. You eyed all the members, they looked beautiful as always but your eyes naturally gravitated toward Kyujin. She stood out to you, not just because of her incredible stage presence but because of the connection you shared. It was something beyond words, beyond the dazzling lights and the thundering beats of the performance. As the group powered through their setlist, the crowd was electric, their energy almost tangible. NMIXX performed their hits flawlessly, their synchrony mesmerizing, but you couldn’t help but focus on the subtle ways Kyujin expressed herself on stage. The little smirks, the sharpness of her moves, and the way her voice cut through the music, it all made your heart swell with pride. As the stage came to an end and the members went off stage, you noticed how quickly Kyujin went down the stairs to meet you. With the members noticing they teased her a little. However right as you were heading towards Kyujin you ran into an another idol friend of you aespa’s Karina.

“Oh hey!” Karina said

“Hey” You greeted her

“I didn't expect you here” Karina said “You came here just cause or…?”

“Uh, Kyujin invited me” You said

“Aw that’s nice from her” Karina said

“Yeah it was, I mean I would've probably come here…but you know. Once she invited me i couldn't say no” You said nervously chuckling

“Yeah i get it” Karina said “Well, i have to go”

“It was nice talking to you!” You said

“You too, meet later?” Karina asked quickly

“Oh definitely!” You said

“Alright, see ya!” Karina said

“See ya!” You said, with that both of you went your own directions. Meeting Karina, wasn't something you thought would actually happen tonight, but you didn't complain. Meeting a famous idol and complaining would make zero sense. As you walked towards the room where NMIXX would be, Kyujin noticed you. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw you, a bright, genuine smile spreading across her face. She quickly excused herself from her members and made her way over to you, practically bouncing with excitement.

“You made it!” she said, her voice a mix of happiness and relief as she wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it,” you replied, hugging her back. “You were amazing out there. Seriously, I’m so proud of you.”

Kyujin pulled back slightly, her cheeks tinged pink, though it was hard to tell if it was from the compliment or the post-performance rush. “You always say that,” she teased, but her smile betrayed how much it meant to her.

“And I always mean it,” you shot back Just then, the rest of NMIXX filed into the room, chattering and laughing after their successful performance. When they spotted you and Kyujin together, their teasing began almost immediately.

“Kyujin, you didn’t even give us a chance to say hi before you ran off!” Sullyoon teased, folding her arms dramatically.

“Yeah, where’s the love for the rest of us?” Jiwoo chimed in, smirking.

Kyujin groaned, hiding her face in her hands. “Unnie, please. Don’t start.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her flustered reaction. “Hi, everyone. You were all amazing, as always,” you said, addressing the group.

“Thanks!” Lily said brightly. “But I think Kyujin’s performance might’ve been a little extra special tonight, huh?”

Kyujin cut you off right as you opened your mouth to speak up. “Alright, that's enough!”

“Someone's protective” Haewon teased

“I am not.” Kyujin said “Lets just go”

“Have fun Kyujin!” Bae teased

Kyujin playful rolled her eyes before turning back to the group “I will!” Making the rest of the group burst into laughter. But you didn't really care as Kyujin was right next to you leading you somewhere. “Where are we going?” You asked

“To somewhere, where we have privacy.” Kyujin said You followed Kyujin through the winding backstage corridors of the university venue, her hand tightly gripping yours. The muffled sounds of staff and performers echoed faintly, but Kyujin was laser-focused on her mission. Finally, she led you to a small, quiet dressing room tucked away from the main hustle and bustle. “Finally, privacy” Kyujin said before locking the door

“Oh locking it?” You asked with a smirk

“What? Am i wrong for wanting some quality time with my boyfriend” Kyujin said

“Nope” You said going closer to her

“That's what i thought” Kyujin said leaning against a table which was near the center of the room, before taking her phone out “I do need a small favor”

“Which is?” You asked

“Taking pictures of your adorable and beautiful girlfriend!” Kyujin said with a smile You chuckled at her request, reaching for her phone “Cant say no to that”

Kyujin struck a couple of poses as you took pictures of her. You never realized how effortlessly beautiful she looked. Yes, she’s been beautiful all her life but something about her just being on stage and now being here with you in a room and she still looked as if nothing happened shocked you a little.

“Alright that should be enough” Kyujin said, you gave back her phone as she scrolled through the photos “You take great photos”

“I try.” You said chuckling “But it's not hard when you look so effortlessly beautiful.”

“You’re such a sap” Kyujin said as she blushed a little

“Just telling the truth, baby.” You said smiling at her

“Okay, i will post them later” Kyujin said “But, how’s life been treating you?!”

“Oh all of a sudden about me?” You asked

“I mean yeah, there's nothing really going on with me…apart from performances” Kyujin said “Besides, we haven't met and had a boyfriend-girlfriend talk for ages, so spill!”

“I mean nothing major, just college stuff” You said “And work”

“Sounds peaceful” Kyujin said

“It's really not as peaceful as you think” You said “It's stressful paying attention to college stuff and work stuff.”

“I guess so, i do sometimes miss the normal life” Kyujin said

“You? The dance machine of K-pop, misses normal life?” You asked with genuine shock

“Hey! I can miss normal life!” Kyujin said

“Okay okay, i get it” You said “Being an idol is fun, but at the same time…you kinda want to just experience less stress?”

“Yeah, being able to actually sleep more than once in a blue moon” Kyujin said “I love what i'm doing of course, but there's days where i would wake up and think about what i would be doing if i wasn't an idol”

You listened to her carefully, you always admired how honest she was “I get it”

“But, i have my members and you that keep me going” Kyujin said with a soft smile “And i wouldn't trade being this lucky for anything”

“That's great to hear” You said

“There are days where i'm stressed” Kyujin continued “And days where it feels like the whole world decided to slow down just for me”

“And today feels like one of those days,” Kyujin added, her eyes softening as she looked at you. “Having you here, cheering me on, and just…being you. It makes everything worth it.”

You reached out and gently took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “And I’ll always be here, no matter what. Whether you’re performing on stage or just having a bad day, you can count on me.” Kyujin smiled, her cheeks tinged pink again, and leaned her head against your shoulder.

“You always know the right things to say.” For a moment, the two of you sat in silence, enjoying the quiet escape from the chaos outside. Kyujin’s breathing slowed, her body relaxing against yours. It was moments like this that reminded you how precious your connection was a balance of the extraordinary and the simple. However Kyujin suddenly broke the silence

“Enough of being sappy” She stood up and went near the desk once again, for a moment just standing there before sitting on the desk glaring at you before saying “Come.” You didn't obey, as if she hypnotized you, going to her and putting your hands on each side of her and leaning in closer. Without any more hesitation she leaned in and kissed you. The kiss was slow and tender, filled with a warmth that only Kyujin could bring. Her lips were soft, moving gently against yours as if savoring every second of this private moment. The world outside the locked dressing room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your little bubble of calm and affection. When the kiss broke, Kyujin rested her forehead against yours, her eyes fluttering open to meet your gaze. “I needed that,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but carrying the weight of her emotions.

“Me too,” you replied, your thumb brushing lightly against her cheek. She didn't say anything more instead she kissed you once again, this time the kiss was a bit more intense, filled with unspoken emotions that neither of you needed to put into words. It was a kiss that conveyed longing, gratitude, and love all at once. Kyujin’s hands found their way to your shoulders, pulling you closer as if trying to erase any remaining distance between you. Your hands, still planted on either side of her, trembled slightly as you tried to ground yourself in the moment. The passion and tenderness of the kiss were overwhelming, but it was also comforting—like coming home after a long, exhausting day. When the kiss finally broke again, both of you were breathing heavily, but Kyujin had a radiant smile on her face. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed this,” she said softly, her voice tinged with both happiness and relief.

“I think I have a pretty good idea,” you teased, earning a playful shove on your chest from her.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered, but her tone was light, and her eyes sparkled with affection.

“And you love me for it,” you shot back, grinning.

“You know, take me to your apartment…” Kyujin said

“Oh? And what are your plans for the rest of the night, princess” You said with a smile

“Kissing, making out…” Kyujin said

“Thats it?” You teased

“Maybe have sex…” Kyujin’s voice trailed off

“Huh?” You asked

“You will figure it out soon enough.” Kyujin said, “Let's go.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at her boldness, a mix of surprise and excitement rushing through you. Kyujin had always been the type to keep you on your toes, and tonight was no exception. You chuckled softly, masking your nervousness, and offered her your hand.

"Lead the way, my princess," you said with a wink, earning a playful eyeroll from Kyujin, though you could see the slight blush creeping up her cheeks. The two of you snuck out of the venue as discreetly as possible, avoiding the attention of staff and fans. Kyujin kept her hand firmly in yours, her grip reassuring and grounding. The cool night air greeted you as you stepped outside, the city lights twinkling like a mirror to the stars above. Once you reached your car, Kyujin slid into the passenger seat, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. “Finally, freedom,” she murmured, glancing over at you with a soft smile. The drive to your apartment was filled with comfortable silence, filled only by the low hum of the car radio and the occasional glance Kyujin would steal at you. You could feel the anticipation in the air, unspoken but undeniable.

When you arrived, you unlocked the door to your apartment and stepped aside to let Kyujin in first. She looked around, a small smile playing on her lips as she took in the familiar space. “I missed this place,” she said, kicking off her shoes and making her way to the living room.

“And it missed you,” you replied, closing the door behind you.

Kyujin turned to face you, her eyes glimmering with a mix of mischief and affection. “You’re so corny,” she teased, though her smile betrayed her amusement.

“Only for you,” you shot back, stepping closer. She wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you down into another kiss. This one was slower, more deliberate, as if she wanted to savor every moment. Her hands moved to your chest, her fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt as she deepened the kiss. You guided her toward the couch, the two of you sinking into its plush cushions. Kyujin straddles your lap, her hands tracing lazy patterns along your shoulders and collarbone as your lips move together in perfect harmony.

"Is this what you had in mind?" you murmured against her lips, your hands resting lightly on her waist.

"Mm-hmm," she hummed, her breath hitching slightly as you pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth, then her jawline, and down to her neck.

Her breath hitched as she felt your lips against her neck “Oh my god” she said faintly

“Feeling good, yeah?” You said with a smirk before kissing her neck once again

“God, you have no idea” Kyujin said

“Oh i have a pretty good idea” You said, earning a shaky laugh from her though her laugh was cut off short as your lips met with hers in another intense kiss, her hands went under your shirt making your breath hitch for a moment but not before you pulled Kyujin closer to her, deepening the kiss.

Kyujin broke the kiss, her eyes glazed over with desire. "As much as I love this," she murmured, her fingers tracing lightly over your stomach, "I think we're wearing too many clothes."

“You’re bold” You said before taking your shirt off

“Better. A lot better.” Kyujin said before kissing you once again, the kiss didn't last long before your lips once again found her neck earning a whimper from Kyujin “God.”

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me” Kyujin said breathless

“I have a small idea” You teased, earning a shaky exhale from Kyujin.

As the kisses deepened, you felt Kyujin become more and more needy.

“Y/n…please.” Kyujin whined

“Please what baby?” You said Kyujin did not respond, she couldn't. Instead she took your hand and guided it under her skirt, right to her inner thighs. Kyujin bit her lip and let out a small gasp when your hand slid over the damp spot on her underwear, her hips bucking slightly. She closed her eyes, her breath quickening.You continued to tease her through her panties, eliciting a series of moans and gasps from her. Her fingers tightened their grip on your hair, her body trembling with need. Finally, you couldn't take it anymore and slipped your hand into her underwear, sliding your fingers over her wet folds.

"Y/n..." Kyujin moaned, her hips grinding against your hand. You decided enough of the teasing and entered her, a moan escaping her mouth, her grip on your hair tightening. Her hips rocked against your hand, her moans growing louder as you began to finger her, slowly at first, but picking up speed as she begged for more.

"Y/n, please..." Kyujin whined, her eyes fluttering shut, her lips parted. You continued to finger her, adding another finger, making her gasp.

"More, please, I need more," she pleaded, her hips grinding against your hand.

"As you wish." You whispered into her ear.

You sped up your pace, earning a series of moans from her, her hips moving in time with your fingers.

"Y/n, I'm gonna -" Before she could finish her sentence, her body tensed, her breath hitching. She shuddered, her hips bucking against your hand, her inner walls clenching around your fingers as she came, crying out your name. The room fell into a silence only filled by her fast breaths, both of you sat there as Kyujin came down from her high. Then as she calmed down, she finally opened her eyes and simply said “Thank you.”

“Welcome” You said before kissing her on the lips quickly.

“You should probably clean your hand, huh?” Kyujin said

“And the bed” You said

“Yeah the bed too” Kyujin said still coming down from the high “I feel like i'm on cloud nine”

You chuckled before going to the bathroom, cleaning your hand and heading back to the living room where she was still laying, but dressed back into her clothes.

“Here” Kyujin said before throwing you your shirt.

“Thanks” You muttered

“You know…thank you seriously” Kyujin said as she sat up “Not only for that moment but for the night”

“I'm glad it was memorable” You said

“It will be memorable for months to come” Kyujin said

With that both of you got ready for bed as the night came to an end. The next morning the sun streamed in through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You woke up and saw Kyujin sleeping peacefully, her head resting on your shoulder.

"Good morning," you whispered, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"Morning," she replied, smiling sleepily.

"Did you sleep well?" You asked

"Like a baby." She sat up, stretching her arms over her head, she checked her phone noticing that she had to get up and drive back to her dorm.

“Ugh. Schedules” Kyujin groaned

“Unfortunate” You said “I can make you a quick breakfast and drive you

“Yeah sounds good” Kyujin said You both quickly went to the kitchen, she sat on the table while you made her whatever you could find. After she ate you drove her back to her dorm, said your final goodbyes and saw her as she went into the dorm. As you drove back home you did know one thing, last night will be remembered by both of you for months to come.

[reidingandallthat]

used to, not to

spencer thinks of all the ways he's gotten used to you when you're away from him.

spencer reid x reader words: 1.7k genre: fluff a/n: pulled this outta me for valentine's day bc i have fomo

Seven steps until he finds you again, or at least the memory of you in the smell of the same old bakery on his path to the office, familiar as he hears your voice,

“Okay, just one donut.” reverberating through his head, one hand subconsciously holding the satchel closer to him.

The doors of the office open on their own, and he repeats the daily routine of tight-lipped smiles to almost strangers, people he sees everyday but knows nothing about. Penelope pinches his cheeks just for a brief moment, along with her chipper “Good morning!” when he passes her.

He woke up in an empty bed today, an unhappy reminder of your departure last night. The flight had flown well into midnight because of the weather, and he was glad, at least he could talk to you before you went up into the sky, unreachable to him. 

You'd laughed at him when he said it to you,

“Baby, it's only 5 hours, you'll have me available right after you wake up.”

“I’m so glad you think I get 5 hours of sleep every night.”

He had laughed along with you, but truth to be told he was afraid. He'd gotten too used to being around you whenever he was home, you had a much agreeable schedule. 

So now he's in his bed, resting his back on the bed frame behind him, laptop resting on his legs, right after you cut the call.

The screen was already black, he'd been too busy talking to you to pay attention to anything. His phone screen lit up again, a last text with your name on it,

“Bye baby, don't miss me too much. Get some sleep. I love you.”

How cruel of you to send it when you won't even be able to see his answer for the next few hours.

A few more minutes spent in silence and staring at his reflection over the blank screen when he shakes his head to come into his senses, and busies himself in anything other than thoughts of you.

Morning.

Hurried hands and squinted eyes, scrolling through the only notifications he cares to read on his phone.

Two missed calls and seven texts. 

The texts are timed several minutes apart, updates on when you landed up until you reached your hotel and fell asleep.

“I'm glad you actually went to sleep. See you in my dreams.”

The text read like you, sweet and teasing till he smiles with an ache in his heart, of course this was the day Hotch didn't decide to call everyone 3 hours earlier than usual.

The day goes as it always does, mundane and routine. JJ states a case, Hotch tells everyone what to do and they get to the jet to discuss further details.

He spends his time inside offices and police stations, looking through files and clues that are informed to him over the phone, connecting pasts to present, turning his phone on and off for anything new, as if that would automatically generate a text from you.

Evening comes in, hues of orange red and blue as he walks home, the same donut shop, haunting him as he leaves it behind.

He thinks of calling you again, but he remembers you telling him to text you more, you can't always pick up his calls. He knows he shouldn’t, but it's a selfish wish to hear from you again.

So instead he takes a picture of the shop, and tells you he's thinking of you, and puts his phone back into his satchel.

The door is locked, another thing he was out of routine, he had gotten used to you being home before him. He'd gotten used to seeing you in your pyjamas, cozying up in your blanket watching your shows, or blasting music as you pretend the spatula is your mic. 

You'd both laughed a lot that day.

A bittersweet feeling envelops him again as enters through the door, and switches on the light, feeling heavy in the absence of your presence, an oxymoron, he thinks.

He goes into his bathroom to take a shower after a long day to be met with cold water. He yelps as the water makes contact with his skin when he realises that you always made sure the shower was ready whenever he came in, or you tried most days. He doesn't remember asking you to do this, only remembers thanking you the first time you did. 

He's glad you're not there to see the smile on his face, lovesick and pathetic whenever he thinks of you when you're not there.

He wonders if others notice it, but realises the stupidity of his question. He remembers the initial days of them dating, how Emily would shake her head whenever he jumped to take your call, how Penelope gushed about his adoration towards you, and the usual remarks of Derek teasing. 

The coffee machine just finished pouring his beverage into his cup when he hears his phone ring. He knows who it is, so he answers like it's meant for you,

“Hi, I missed you.”  

“It's only been 3 days, Spence.”

The clock hands have moved past two hours because neither of you had put down the call. He had read his book and you had done your work in silence, light typing sounds in the background.

He was glad he'd been away from home for a few days, it gave him space not to th ink of you inhabiting the space beside him, to not think of the absence of your arms around him, to not have another reason to make coffee in the morning. 

The leftover beverage stared at him whenever he moved his head, daring him to go pour himself another cup. He'd made too much, he was too a creature of habit, not used to you being gone.

Nights had a weird way of going by slowly when he didn't have you to talk to. Another bad habit of his, he realises, your voice.

He wouldn't dare tell you, or anyone if he's being honest, that he'd played your voice note more times than he'd admit. 

Pathetic, with that stupid grin on his face as you told him about your day. 

Hopeless, he thinks.

He doesn't mind being hopeless, especially if it's you.

Spencer doesn't dream often. He's glad, he has enough running thoughts every second he's awake. But he's also glad to have this dream, where your fingers are sliding down the slope of his nose, tracing the bones of his cheek, running through his hair.

He doesn't open his eyes, he wouldn't dare put a stop to any of it. The voice that chuckles sounds eerily like you, but he does open his eyes when he hears it say,

“Never seen you smile in your dreams.”

He's never woken up this fast, his heartbeat immediately higher than it should be this early in the morning, but he deems it a natural reaction to being around you. His eyes are desperate and searching, confused and the image makes you chuckle. He looks adorable like this, you think.

His voice is a near whisper, adapted to the quietness around him as he wakes up,

“What are you doing here? Weren't you coming tomorrow?”

You laugh again and it's like honey to him, “Got off early, thought I'd surprise you.”

He doesn't have much to say, too many different thoughts running through his brain so he buries his face at the crook of your neck. You smell like you, he’s missed that too and he has to stop himself from saying it out loud.

“I think I've gotten too used to your coffee, nothing else seems good anymore.”

“Everyone else says it's mediocre,” He chuckles, his breath warm on your skin, “You're the only person who likes it.” 

“Well, it's… you, I guess. I like it because I like you.”

This is the only thing about you he's never gotten used to. He doesn't know how to respond when you talk to him like this, words too sweet, too saccharine, words only meant as a declaration, as a compliment.

He has answers to most if not all questions you could ask him, he'd list facts about any topic you talk to him about, he'd tell you how amazing you are every day, because he's used to it.

He gives away parts for him to his job, to his friends, to his mother, but he's never had much practice receiving it. It's second nature, to let the person in front of him know that “Yes, I care about you.” in crystal clear words so that he never has to bear the hurt of the sentence that follows, “Please, stay.”

He'd asked Penelope once, what to do with compliments. She had told him, after many minutes of teasing, to thank them, or tell them you love them. He’s not sure how other people think, but the idea of just a thank you didn’t sit right with him. 

Neither of those options sounded good to him, but he had thanked her and left, not very satisfied with the answer. Instead, he does what he's gotten used to doing, telling you the new things he's learned when you haven't been around.

“I think I've gotten too used to listening to your voice before sleep. I played the voice note you sent me atleast 7 times.”

Pause.

“7 times?” He could hear the amusement in your voice.

“You should make a morning alarm, just for me. Then I could wake up to your voice.”

You're not quite sure how to respond to that. It's a common occurrence, your perplexity at his compliments. 

Who says that anyway?

You're used to responding to the usual compliments, you know what to say when someone tells you you're pretty, or that you look good in your outfit. 

How does one ever say anything in response that could ever live up to whatever he just asked of you?

So you don't. You find his hands and squeeze them to let him know you heard him, and say the first thing that you could think of to answer him, to calm your racing heart, 

“You don’t need one. I'll be here myself, promise.”

[loverofwomenswrongs]

TWO, THOUGH

****** Pairing: Billie Eilish x singer!fem!reader Words: 0.8K

****** [So, sabrina carpenter's songs are reader's in this]

Showing her music to people had always been nerve-wracking for Y/n—especially when that person was Billie Eilish. Her girlfriend. A singer. A songwriter. Someone who wrote her own songs with her brother and whose opinion meant everything to Y/n.

Billie had always been honest with her, which she appreciated. But that didn’t make it any less terrifying.

So when Y/n, curled up in bed with Billie, casually mentioned that she wanted to show her some new songs from the album she was working on, Billie lit up instantly.

“Right now?!” she asked, already halfway to pulling Y/n out of bed.

“Baby,” Y/n groaned, laughing as she held onto the blanket. “Can’t you wait at least eight more hours?”

Billie huffed dramatically before snuggling closer into Y/n’s chest. “Alriiiight,” she mumbled. “But first thing in the morning.”

“Anything you want, love.” Y/n kissed the top of her head, and just like that, they drifted into sleep.

—

That’s how they ended up at the studio by 9 a.m. sharp.

Billie, still buzzing with excitement, practically dragged Y/n inside, her eyes gleaming. Meanwhile, Y/n watched her with so much adoration that it made Billie’s cheeks turn pink.

Noticing this, Y/n laughed and leaned in to peck her cheek. “I love making you blush. You look so cute.”

“I’ll show you cute,” Billie huffed, pretending to be offended.

“Oh no, I’m so scared,” Y/n teased, pushing open the door. She barely caught Billie muttering something under her breath—something along the lines of you should be. And if she didn’t have to shake certain thoughts out of her head at that moment, she’d be lying.

Once inside, Billie made herself comfortable on the couch while Y/n set up the session—connecting the speakers, preparing the tracks, and grabbing the wireless keyboard. When everything was ready, she walked over and settled herself between Billie’s legs, leaning back against her chest as Billie wrapped her arms around her waist.

“Ready?” Y/n asked, though her voice betrayed her nerves.

Billie could tell. So instead of answering right away, she kissed Y/n’s shoulder, tightening her grip around her. “Don’t be nervous, baby. I know I’m gonna love them.”

“I know,” Y/n exhaled, tilting her head slightly. “But I always get anxious when showing you my music. I don’t know if it’s because this isn’t exactly your usual style, or if it’s just because I care about your opinion so much… Maybe both? I just—” She sighed. “I just want to make you proud.”

Billie pressed another soft kiss to her skin, then another, knowing it would help ease the tension in Y/n’s shoulders. “I’m already proud of you,” she murmured. “And I’ll always love anything you do.”

Y/n let out a small, relieved breath. “Okay,” she nodded. “So, I have four songs to show you—Juno, Slim Pickings, Good Graces, and Sharpest Tool.”

Billie grinned. “Let’s do it. They already sound amazing.”

—

After about twenty minutes, all the songs had played through. Y/n took a deep breath before turning to face Billie, eager—but also terrified—to hear her thoughts. She had insisted on letting Billie listen to them all in one go, though that hadn’t stopped her girlfriend from making the occasional excited comment:

"Oh, that vocal run—""Babe, these lyrics are insane.""That guitar? Absolutely unreal."

Now, with the final notes fading into silence, Y/n hesitated. She busied herself with playing with Billie’s rings, avoiding direct eye contact. “So… what do you think?”

Billie, however, wasn’t having that. Gently, she took Y/n’s chin between her fingers, tilting her face up until their eyes met.

“I cannot believe you were so nervous to show me these,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief. “They were amazing. You are amazing.”

Y/n’s entire face lit up. “You actually liked them?”

Billie huffed, feigning exasperation. “Yes! How many times do I have to tell you? Like I said before, I love everything you do. Always.” She tucked a strand of hair behind Y/n’s ear. “Wanna know my favorite one?”

“Obviously,” Y/n said, grinning as she shifted back into Billie’s arms, tilting her head slightly to still see those familiar blue eyes.

“Juno,” Billie answered without hesitation.

That caught Y/n off guard. She didn’t know what she had been expecting, but it definitely wasn’t that. “Wait—really? Why?”

Billie smirked, her fingers tracing slow circles on Y/n’s waist. “I mean, I loved all of them. But now you’ve officially put the idea of a mini you in my head, and I’m afraid there’s no going back.”

Y/n’s eyes widened as she let out an amused laugh. “Billie.”

“Give me one. Right now.”

Y/n died laughing, shaking her head at her girlfriend’s ridiculous—and very on-brand—impulsiveness. She decided to play along. “Okay, see, I love that you think that, but for some reason, I don’t think we can exactly make that happen right now.”

“Oh, I know it won’t work,” Billie admitted easily. “But we can still try.”

Before Y/n could protest, Billie was already pressing slow, lingering kisses along her neck, her lips warm and soft. Y/n sighed, instinctively tilting her head to give her more space.

“Yeah,” she murmured, her breath hitching slightly. “That… we can definitely do.”

[harrysfolklore]

dog love - blurb

day 3!! if you’re still following along ilysm okay?💗

GIF BY @delicatepointofview <3

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

//

Yours and Harry's relationship was still a secret to the world.

Even though both of you were famous for your careers and fans and media were always following your every step, you have managed to keep what you had to yourselves for six months now.

Rumors were out there, for sure. And they started when you decided to be in the crowd with Harry's friends for his final show in Reggio Emilia, instead of hiding from prying eyes backstage.

However, no one had really caught up that you were in a relationship, people just assumed that you were friends and you wanted to see the show.

Right now, you and Harry were spending a few months together in his London home, you decided to do that since soon you both would have to go back to your busy careers and be away from each other. You basically moved in to his place, with your dog included.

"Milo! Come over here buddy!" You called out for him, sitting on the den and watching play around Harry's backyard, "You're such a good boy!" You cooed at him when he curled up to you.

"What are you pals doing?" Harry asked, walking through the sliding door that connected the kitchen and the backyard, sitting down next to you and pecking your shoulder quickly.

"We're just hanging out over here," you turned your face to look at him, matching his soft smile, "But I think Milo is eager to go outside, poor thing couldn't go on his walk yesterday because of the rain."

"I can take him for a walk," Harry said, and you noticed that he was indeed dressed up to go outside, "I'm actually meeting with Brad in a few minutes, I can take him with me."

"Would you?" you asked, and he pecked your cheek, standing up and offering his hand so you could join him.

"Of course, love. I can pick up some wine and food on the way back for dinner, you stay here and relax."

You pecked his lips softly before speaking, "You're a dream," he smiled and pecked your lips again, "And you, be a good boy for H, okay?" you knelled down to pet Milo, and with a final kiss to Harry's lips they were off.

You took in Harry's words and decided to relax since you had the house to yourself, you filled up the bathtub, lit up a scented candle and put on some music, leaving your phone behind as you took a bubble bath.

When you were done in the bathroom and clad in one of Harry's soft hoodies, you grabbed your phone and decided to lurk on social media as you waited for Harry and Milo to come home.

You opened Tiktok, your explore page showing you some Harry videos, cute dogs and even some edits of yourself. When you got bored of scrolling there, you decided to open Twitter, which wasn't your favorite platform at all but every now and then you got there to see what fans were on about.

However, you were surprised to find out that what fans have been discussing over the last few hours was Harry walking your dog.

At first, you found funny that his fans were trying to decode if he had adopted a dog, or where did the dog had come from, not knowing hat it was your dog and you were practically living with him.

However, your mood changed when you scrolled down and saw that they somehow connected the dots and found out that the dog with Harry and Brad was your Milo.

You shook your head, surprised by how quickly fans could put the  pieces together, and not sure about how to feel about yours and Harry's relationship being exposed by your dog.

As in on cur, you heard Harry and Milo walking up the stairs to the bedroom, and soon you saw both of them enter the room.

"We're back, love!" Harry cheerfully said, sitting on the end of the bed and Milo staying close to him, "Brought the wine and some food, are you hungry yet?"

"I think Milo just exposed our relationship." You simply said, laughing and how comical the situation sounded out loud.

"What do you mean?" a confused look appeared on Harry's face, and you showed him your phone so he could see.

After a few minutes of scrolling to your Twitter and seeing what fans were saying, Harry couldn't help but find the situation comical too.

"Well, that's better than TMZ, right?"

taglist: @lightsoutstyles @willowpains @straightontilmornin @sleutherclaw @gimsaysay @hazzassmirk @platinumbarbie143 @musicforcinemas @celesteblack08 @scntfrhs @eleanordaisy @lomlolivia @iceebabies @iloveshawn @be-with-me-so-happily @watermelonsugacry @rayisthehoe @drewrry

[bgomtori]

☆ lover's rock - c.bg

synopsis - love wasn't something you believed in until you bumped into him while listening to your favourite band.

-> music major! beomgyu x art major! reader

-> love a first sight, college au!, artist x muse

-> warnings! slowburn, yn's dense, makeout session.

-> note! after i heard that beomgyu listens to cas, i screamed, my fav person and one of my fav bands :' also gyu day!! his birthday is literally 4 days before mine, i think it's fate 😂 jokes💀 hope you guys enjoy this :>

art, something that is enjoyed by many in various ways, through music, paintings or even poems. personally, you enjoyed art through your paintings, the ability to express yourself on a canvas with multiple hues of colours was fascinating to you, along with the soothing melody of music playing in the background. your mind wanders off as you immerse yourself in the current art project you had, your wrist moving slowly while you sketch on your prep board.

the library was quiet as usual, all types of students from different majors all gathered in one area to study or rush last minute work. you snapped yourself back into reality, aimlessly staring at the artpiece infront of you, your eyes feeling strained and dry, unable to keep itself open. that was your cue to pack up and leave, you stretched your aching body, slinging your bag over your shoulders as you left the library, placing your headphones over your ears, turning up the volume slowly, paying no attention to the surrounding area around you.

"ow, sorry." a voice sounded louder than what played in your headphones, you removed them, trying to be polite to the person you accidentally bumped into. "it's fine, i should have paid more attention to my surroundings." you bowed, before bending down to pick up your phone that was knocked away from your grasp.

"you listen to cigarettes after sex too?" you could hear the joy behind the male's voice, clearly thrilled to find out that a person listens to the same band as him. you nodded your head, "you like them too?"

"yea of course! i've been listening to them since they released their first album." he smiled, his eyes shimmering despite the dimly lit hallway you were standing in. "that's cool, what's your name? maybe we can talk more."

"beomgyu, choi beomgyu. how about you? i've seen you around the art building before." he replied, shooting the question back at you, "yn, hope to see you around next time." you smiled at him, wanting to leave already.

"wait, what's your number? you seem cool, i mean you are cool especially since you listen to cas. i just want to talk to someone like you." beomgyu stuttered, his face turned away from you as he held his phone towards you, displaying the contact list to you. you laughed softly, typing in your number, along with your name and an emoji.

"text me anytime, i'll try my best to reply." you waved, leaving a stranded beomgyu in the middle of a dark hallway, his eyes never leaving your disappearing figure. without even noticing, his lips tugged up into a smile, finally someone he could relate to, he could already feel the connection between the both of you. call him crazy, but he thinks that you would be best friends by the end of the semester.

and that dream became a reality. all starting from a text message from beomgyu, sending you a playlist he created of his favourite songs from all his favourite bands. something as little as a playlist warmed your heart, who would actually take the time and effort to create a playlist for a stranger they barely knew. and this was the starting point of your everlasting friendship. the way that he would often make his way to the art studio, despite his music studio being a 10 minutes away from it, he is willing to walk that distance for you, with your favourite drink in hand.

"you're class ended 15 minutes ago, how are you here so fast?" you opened the door for beomgyu, letting him into the art studio, locking it in the process. beomgyu stared at the current piece you were working in, completely awed by how pretty the artwork was.

"you're so good at this." ignoring your previous question, placing his bag down on the ground, taking a seat beside your canvas. you sighed, knowing beomgyu would never reveal the reason why he's always so quick to find you.

"have you listened to their latest single?" beomgyu asked, scrolling through his playlist, specifically made for music of his taste. you shook your head, "i didn't even know that they released a new song." beomgyu looked at you as if you grew another head.

"you're missing out, oh my god." beomgyu gasped, immediately playing the song, 'bubblegum.' by cas. a familiar yet different sounding melody filled your eardrums as you listened intently to the song beomgyu was showing you.

"it's nice." you found yourself humming to the lyrics, sketching on the canvas that was infront of you. "right, they never disappoint." beomgyu agreed, trying to find another song to add to the queue.

"gyu–" beomgyu looked up at the sound of his voice, his eyes blinking at you slowly, waiting for you to complete your sentence, "why, don't you talk to your other friends about music?" it has been a question on your mind ever since you've became friends with beomgyu, you've noticed how he doesn't talk much about his interest and taste in music to the guys compared to when he is with you.

"oh." his response was dry, making you think that you've said something hurtful.

"uhm, i didn't mean it, i guess it's slightly insensitive, forget that i asked that." you stammered, your face getting warm due to the embarrassment you were facing.

"you didn't say anything wrong, don't worry." he reassured, giving you a small smile.

"it's just that they don't share the same taste as me, so i can't really talk to them about my passion and interest in music. it's fine though! i've finally met you, so i'm alright with that." beomgyu admitted, his eyes practically glowing under the bright light in the art studio. your heart raced, butterflies filling your stomach, how cute could he be to make you feel like this. you've never believed that love was something for you, every single person you've liked has rejected you, clearly beomgyu wouldn't be any different.

"when is this due?" beomgyu questioned, his finger tapping on your canvas.

"in 2 weeks, why?" your head tilting in confusion as beomgyu's lips tugged into a mischievious smirk, "let's dip, you still have plenty of time to complete that."

"what? no. i need to–"

"no you don't, let's go to a vinyl shop, i know a place." beomgyu grabbed your hand, pulling you up from your seat. you screeched, telling him to wait, since your things were scattered around the studio. beomgyu chuckled, releasing your wrist, watching you frantically pack everything into your bag.

"i hate you." you grumbled, glaring at beomgyu while locking the door to your art studio. beomgyu laughed, his hand landing atop your head, stroking your hair, "quit grumbling, let's go."

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

"what took you so long?" you removed a side of your earbud, looking up at beomgyu who was staring at your with an apologetic look on his face. "i've not been to the campus's library in months, so i kinda got lost.." his eyes averting your gaze, cheeks warming up due to the embarrassment. you laughed at him softly, patting the seat beside you.

"do you always come to the library on your free time?" beomgyu whispered, placing his bag on the ground, grabbing his laptop at the same time. you nod your head, fingers quickly typing out the 5000 word essay that was due the following day. beomgyu frowned, noticing how you have yet to give him any attention from the moment he sat down beside you.

beomgyu sighed into the palm of his hand, pushing his chair closer to yours, your shoulders coming into contact with one another, knees brushing against each other's occassionally. you could feel beomgyu's eyes burning holes into your soul, causing you to turn to face him, unaware of how close you guys were. your eyes widened, along with his, your face about a centimeter away from his. lips barely touching, his hot breath fanning against your face, eyes boring into yours.

"sorry.." beomgyu coughed, turning away from you, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"it's fine." you choked out, still thinking about what just happened, unable to think straight, you hastily finished your essay, not caring on whether it was perfect or not, and switched your laptop off.

"let's go to the vinyl store, i need more vinyls." you packed your bags, trying your best not to look into beomgyu's eyes, knowing that you'll instantly malfunction under his gaze. however, just as you had that thought in mind, beomgyu grabbed onto your wrist, making you pause your actions.

"wait, i have something for you." beomgyu removed his grip from your wrist, pulling a small box from his bag, placing it in your hand.

"open it." he whispered, eyes looking at the box and back at you, excited for you to open up the surprise gift he bought for you. you untied the cute little ribbon on the box before lifting up the lid of the tiny box, only to see a cute bracelet staring back at you, the star-shaped charm gleaming prettily, it's colours so plain yet so charming.

"it's pretty." was all your said, but beomgyu has known you long enough to understand that you don't talk that much when you see something you like so much, but your express it through your body language and facial expression. he could see the way your eyes lit up, ane how your lips tugged up to a slight smile without noticing. beomgyu grinned, watching as you slipped the bracelet on your wrist.

"let's go?" you asked, snapping beomgyu out of his daze.

"yea sure." his hands grabbing onto yours, acting as if he doesnt care, but his mind was a hectic mess. he could see your clueless expression through his peripheral vision, doe eyes staring at his hand on yours. beomgyu swore that his heart was going to jump out any moment, his ears turning to a soft hue of read, you were definitely going to be the death of him.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

time flies whenever you're with beomgyu, without even realising it has already been months since your first interaction. by this time, you've finally grown accustomed to your growing feelings for the male, from his appearance to his passion in music, everything about him was perfect. even your friends caught on to your lovesick ways, also talking to beomgyu from time to time just to see if he was suitable for you, only for them to say that you're dense. you couldn't even believe soobin when he told you that beomgyu hasn't been like this around his past lovers, lies, was what you told soobin, laughing at how ridiculous it sounded, just to see soobin shaking his head, telling you that it's true.

every now and then, beomgyu would invite you over to his dorm if he's too lazy to go over to yours, and behind closed doors, blocking out the noise happening in the living room due to the boys loud yelling, the both of your just listened to your shared playlist in silence. it may not seem like much, but this activity calms you down, resting your head against the bed frame while beomgyu lays on his pillow, scrolling through his phone.

lovers rock, the song you recommended him since the start of your friendship. the sound of the electric guitar slowly fading into the quiet atmosphere, your fingers subconsciously tap against your phone to the beat, humming along with the melody.

"look at this tiktok, it reminds me of us." beomgyu chuckled, his arm extended to show you the cute tiktok on his phone. you took some time to process that he was trying to show you something before turning your head towards his phone, "oh my god, stop shaking." you grumbled, grabbing onto his phone, your hand laying on top of his.

the video contained two cats hugging each other as they had earbuds in their ear, listening to music, perfectly picturing the exact event happening right now. your stomach felt funny, biting your lips as you fought back the largest smile ever. "yea, that's us." you giggled, this feeling was euphoric, the way your smile is immediately reciprocated makes you feel like you've won a marathon, how this man has you completely wrapped around his finger...

beomgyu hummed, a hint of joy hidden behind his voice as he turned to his side to face the wall. your eyes flickered onto beomgyu's figure, your body slowly edging towards him unconsciously.

"hmm?" beomgyu sounded, feeling your head pressing against his back, you forcefully pushed his head away, preventing him to look at you, "i'm tired." you yawned, wrapping your arm around his waist loosely, growing more comfortable against his warmth. beomgyu could hear his own heartbeat, loud and clear, afraid that you could hear it too. your eyes fluttered close, on the verge of falling asleep.

"yn." beomgyu called, his body shifted around to face you, you looked up at him groggily, waiting for him to say something. beomgyu's mouth turned dry, completely forgetting the words that he wanted to tell you.

"ah, forget it, rest well." swallowing the lump in his throat, he watched as you nodded your head, falling back to sleep. he stared at the wall behind you in frustration, his mind only filled with thoughts of you, and how he was going to confess to you.

ever since he told his friends about his undying love for you, all they did was to push him into confessing because he'd be a pussy if he didn't, and to convince his friends that he isn't one, he has to tell you soon. currently, his phone was raided with a bunch of notifications from his group chat, all of them asking when he was going to tell you.

heeseung : stop pussying it, just say it.

beomgyu : it's not that simple 😐 and she's asleep right now

jeongin : you had all the time in the world to say it just now, and you wasted it.

beomgyu : ok shut up, maybe later.

"so fucking annoying.." he groaned softly, turning his phone off, staring off into the distance again.

"what's annoying?" you yawned a question, woken up by beomgyu's rapid typing and groans in annoyance from earlier. beomgyu looked at you in shock, praying that you didn't see any of the messages he exchanged with his friends.

"ah, nothing." beomgyu shrugged it off, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"yn, i have something to tell you." he suddenly sat up, causing you to flinch, "what is it?" following his actions.

"do you believe in love at first sight?" the sudden question about love caught you off guard, you played around with the bracelet beomgyu previoudly gave you, unable to come up with a response. your silence made beomgyu nervous, was it too random? he stared off to the side of his room.

"i didn't believe it at first, but i guess i think it's possible." you replied, the back of your neck feeling warmer by the second, afraid that you'd accidentally slip out a confession. beomgyu looked at you as if you grew two heads, he knew you weren't fond of love, and would much rather focus on your future art career. he was slightly curious, and extremely jealous of this person who managed to steal your heart.

"who?"

"who..?"

"who is this person that changed your mind." his tone sounding harsher than he intended to, maybe becausr he didn't want to lose you to any other guy who didn't deserve you. your throat was dry, it was to either tell him the truth or lie about your feelings for him. however, you didn't want to miss out on this opportunity, i mean what could be worse than getting rejected in his own dorm. you swallowed the lump that formed in your throat, licking your lips,

"you."

"what?"

"it's you, ever since you bumped into me when i was making my way out of the library." you confessed, feeling yourself crumble, knowing that beomgyu is watching you intently. on the other hand, beomgyu didn't believe his ears, his mind going haywire at the thought that you liked him back, not even paying attention to your rambling.

"i don't know if this is the right time to confess, i mean i guess it was just the heat of the moment.. i'm sorry if i made you uncomf–" your eyes widened at the sudden contact on your lips, slowly blinking to register the situation that's happening. what felt like fireworks in your stomach, your eyes naturally closed, reciprocating the kiss, your hand placed on top of beomgyu's, slightly gripping onto it. beomgyu smiled into the kiss, his free hand landing on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

beomgyu pulled away, causing you to whine, wanting more. beomgyu couldn't help but giggle at how desperate you were.

"more.." you sighed out, wrapping your arms around beomgyu's neck, tilting your head as you connected your lips against his. his lips tasted like strawberries, his favourite fruit, and also the chapstick that he steals from your occassionally, he was perfect. you pulled away, catching your breath, placing your forehead against beomgyu's.

"guess we picked the best song to kiss to." beomgyu chuckled, you quirked your eyebrow, not understanding what he meant, until you heard what the lyrics meant. you giggled, nuzzling your head into beomgyu's neck.

"it's perfect."

she might wanna kiss

before the end of this song..

perm taglist! (send an ask to be added) @mrsyawnzzn @tinyelfperson @woncheecks @boba-beom @naveries @be-argyu @defnotleee

[ginxyy]

Jealousy

Jealousy and Club bathrooms with Mingyu

The dim, pulsating lights of the club danced across my skin as I stepped into the vibrant atmosphere, the rhythm of the music wrapping around me like a soft blanket. It was supposed to be a night of letting go, a moment to forget the heartbreak that wrapped around my chest like a serpentine coil. I had spent the last few months in a haze, trying to navigate a world without the warmth of his smile, but every corner I turned, memories of Mingyu flooded back his laughter, our inside jokes, the way he would pull me close during those quiet moments after the chaos of performances.

But tonight was different. I refused to let memories control me. I was here to dance, to mingle, to feel alive again. As the music swelled, I surrendered to the beat, moving in sync with the crowd. I felt liberated, every sway of my hips a reminder that I was more than just his ex I was me, and I deserved to embrace life.

Then, as if fate was toying with me, I caught sight of them the familiar figures of Seventeen, their existence a bittersweet reminder of everything I had lost. My heart stuttered for a moment, but I didn’t allow it to falter for long. Mingyu stood at the edge of the crowd, his tall frame unmistakable, silhouetted against the flashing lights.

Just months ago, we were the embodiment of sweet love, but now he felt like a distant memory, a phantom of joy laced with anguish.

I took a deep breath, pushing the thoughts aside as I continued to dance, trying my best to forget the pain he had caused me. But the universe had other plans. As the night wore on, I found myself lost in the euphoric atmosphere when I noticed a guy moving in closer, his enthusiasm and charm drawing my attention. We danced, and in that moment, beneath the swaying disco ball, I felt beautiful again uninhibited and alive.

What I didn't know was that Mingyu's eyes were glued to me, a flicker of jealousy igniting in the depths of his gaze. Not long after, the music shifted, and a soft pulse beckoned me to the restroom, escaping the crowded dance floor for a moment of solitude. I stepped away, the noise behind me fading into a muted buzz, when I felt a presence shadowing me.

Glancing over my shoulder, I found Mingyu standing there, his expression a storm of emotions, a blend of longing and possessiveness. My heart skipped, anger swirling in me. It was the very essence of what had broken us his flirtation with a backup dancer just moments after I had shown up, ready to surprise him with his favorite drink, now felt like something I could never erase.

“Mingyu,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “What are you doing here?”

He stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating against mine as he backed me against the wall of the dimly lit restroom. “You have no idea how crazy I’ve been feeling since you left,” he exclaimed, his voice low, intense. He looked at me, that familiar spark of possessiveness flickering in his eyes. In that moment, everything else faded the anger, the hurt and all that was left was the undeniable connection we had once shared.

“You think it was easy for me too?” I shot back, anger seeping into my tone, but the closeness, the way he loomed over me, ignited something deep inside of me. “You think moving on was just a walk in the park?”

His gaze darkened, the way it always did when he was frustrated but desperately trying to suppress it. “It’s not about that. It’s about you… about us.” He leaned in, and I could feel his breath on my skin, warm and intoxicating. “You were supposed to be mine.”

“Mingyu, we broke up!” My voice quivered, torn between the anger of our last encounter and the undeniable chemistry still simmering between us. Memories flooded back nights spent entwined beneath the stars, stolen kisses backstage, the promise of forever slipping through our fingers.

“Some things should never end,” he murmured, his forehead gently pressing against mine. “I want you back. I’m jealous because I messed up, and I can’t stand seeing you with anyone else.”

The thumping bass of the music faded into nothingness as the tension crackled in the air between us. I had fought so hard to move on, to shield myself from memories of what we once had, but standing here, feeling the heat of his body, I realized how desperately I had missed him.

Before I could reply, he captured my lips with his, the kiss both urgent and passionate, igniting my senses like a flame rekindling a long-dormant fire. Every moment of anger drained away, leaving nothing but the heady rush of desire. My body responded instinctively, melting against him as I kissed him back, pouring every emotion I had held inside into that single moment.

But reality came rushing back the sting of betrayal, our fight, the devastating void he had left in my life. I pulled away, panting, my heart racing as I regained a shred of composure. “Mingyu, I can't just forget…”

“Then don’t,” he said fiercely, his hands gripping my shoulders gently but firmly. “Let’s face this together. I don’t want to be without you.”

The air between us was thick, every breath mingling as I felt the raw desire radiating from him. Mingyu’s hands slid from my shoulders down to my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. His fingers pressed into my skin with a kind of urgency that sent a shiver down my spine, an unspoken need that mirrored my own. I could feel the heat of his body, the solid warmth grounding me even as everything else seemed to spin out of control.

He leaned in again, capturing my lips with a fierce intensity that made my heart race. The kiss deepened, growing more fervent with every second, every pent-up emotion spilling over in a frenzy of lips and breath and skin. His hands explored my sides, tracing the curves with a familiarity that felt both nostalgic and intoxicating. My hands found their way to his hair, threading through the dark strands as I pulled him closer, losing myself in the taste and feel of him.

His mouth trailed along my jaw, down to my neck, where he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses against my skin, igniting a spark that burned brighter with each touch. Every brush of his lips, every graze of his teeth against my neck sent a shock of desire through me, making it harder to think, harder to remember why we’d ever walked away from this.

“Mingyu,” I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath, my resolve wavering under the weight of everything that lingered between us. He didn’t answer, his eyes dark with an intensity that left me breathless as he looked down at me, his thumb brushing softly along my jaw before he kissed me again, deeper, drawing me in as if he could erase all the pain and regret in this one, desperate embrace.

His hands slid down to my hips, lifting me effortlessly as he pressed me back against the wall, his body crowding me in, filling every empty space. Our bodies fit together perfectly, every curve, every line aligning like they were made for this moment. He breathed my name, his voice low and rough, vibrating against my skin as he pressed his forehead to mine, eyes locked with an intensity that stole the air from my lungs.

“I need you,” he murmured, his voice raw with emotion, a vulnerability there that mirrored my own. It was everything I had tried to bury, every feeling I had sworn I wouldn’t let myself feel again, surfacing now with a force that felt unstoppable.

I pulled him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist as our lips met again in a kiss that was both fierce and tender, a collision of longing and forgiveness, anger and love. Every touch, every whispered breath in that dim, secluded space held a promise of something we had lost and a hope that we might find it again.

Our breaths mingled, the heat of his body against mine, his hands on my skin, grounding me in this moment, making me feel more alive than I had in months. In that small, hidden world of the club bathroom, it was just us, two people lost in each other, feeling the weight of our past fade away into a passion that felt timeless, unbreakable.

Time seemed to stop as we lost ourselves in each other, the world outside fading into a distant memory. In that moment, nothing else mattered not the pain, not the heartbreak. Just us, and the way we fit together, perfectly, undeniably.

His hands slid down my waist, his touch igniting every nerve as his fingers traced slow, deliberate lines against my hips, leaving my skin tingling in their wake. His gaze, dark and intense, held mine for a long moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face as though he needed my permission. The quiet vulnerability in his expression struck me, softening the resentment I’d been holding onto for so long. Without a word, I pulled him closer, brushing my lips against his, an unspoken promise that I was right here, that I wanted this just as much as he did. That was all the encouragement he needed.

He pressed me back against the wall, his hands firm on my hips as he claimed my mouth again in a kiss that was somehow both tender and wild, every bit of restrained emotion pouring into it. His hands were everywhere, tracing the curves of my body with a reverence that made me feel cherished, desired. My skin burned under his touch, each gentle graze of his fingers leaving a trail of fire in its wake, a reminder of everything we had once shared, everything that still simmered between us.

As our kisses deepened, his body pressed flush against mine, every inch of him perfectly aligning with me, filling every empty space. The warmth of him, his scent, the feel of his hands running up and down my sides all of it was intoxicating, pulling me under like a rip current. My hands found their way to the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair as I pulled him impossibly closer, pressing him into me as if I could merge our bodies and erase the distance that had grown between us over the past few months.

His lips left my mouth, trailing along my jaw and down to the sensitive spot just below my ear, where he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses that sent shivers racing down my spine. I gasped softly, tilting my head to the side to grant him more access, my hands tightening around his shoulders as I lost myself in the feel of him, the way he seemed to know exactly where to touch, where to kiss, how to drive me to the edge with nothing but his breath against my skin.

“Mingyu…” My voice was a barely audible whisper, a breathless plea that seemed to spur him on as his lips moved lower, grazing along my neck, lingering at the hollow of my throat. His teeth scraped gently against my skin, a hint of roughness that made me arch against him, my heart racing in time with the pounding bass of the music outside, the rest of the world fading to a distant hum.

He pressed his body against me, the heat radiating between us building with every moment, every soft groan, every whispered breath. His hands slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of my waist, sending a thrill through me as he pulled me closer, his grip possessive, almost desperate. I could feel his breath quickening against my skin, mirroring my own, our bodies moving in sync, as if every touch, every kiss was a conversation, a way to say all the things we couldn’t put into words.

I tangled my hands in his hair, pulling his mouth back to mine in a kiss that was fierce, needy, as if we were making up for every second we’d spent apart. His hands roamed over my back, pressing me into him as he deepened the kiss, his mouth hot and demanding, leaving me breathless and trembling. The intensity in his gaze, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world, made my heart skip, a reminder of the passion we’d always shared, the connection that had never really faded, no matter how hard I’d tried to bury it.

He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine as he tried to catch his breath, his hands gripping my waist like he was afraid I’d slip away if he let go. His gaze softened, and in the dim light of the restroom, I saw something raw, vulnerable in his expression that made my heart ache.

“I missed you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, his fingers tracing gentle circles on my waist. “I tried to forget, but… I can’t. I don’t want to.”

His words broke something open inside of me, a flood of emotions I’d been holding back for so long, the pain, the longing, the love that I had buried deep, hoping it would disappear. But standing here, with his hands on me, his body pressed against mine, I realized how foolish I’d been to think I could ever let him go.

I pulled him close, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw, the familiar curve of his lips as I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss there, a quiet answer to his confession. His hands tightened on my waist, his breath hitching as he drew me back into another kiss, this one slower, more deliberate, like he wanted to memorize every second, every taste, every sensation.

Our breaths mingled, our bodies moving in perfect sync, every kiss, every touch speaking a language only we understood. His hands slid down, gripping my hips as he pulled me closer, his touch sending a thrill through me, grounding me in this moment, making me feel alive in a way I hadn’t felt in months. Every inch of me felt ignited, every nerve electrified as he pressed me into the wall, his body a warm, solid presence that made me feel both safe and wildly alive.

As his hands explored, his mouth followed, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, each touch a reminder of everything we’d shared, everything we could still have. I felt the tension in him, the barely restrained desire simmering beneath the surface as his hands gripped my hips, his gaze meeting mine with an intensity that made my heart stutter, my breath catching in my throat.

He leaned in, his mouth brushing against my ear as he whispered, his voice low, filled with a quiet desperation that made my pulse race. “I don’t want this to end,” he murmured, his hands tightening on my waist as if to emphasize his words. “I don’t want to lose you again.”

The words, raw and honest, broke down the last of my resistance, the last of the walls I’d tried to build around my heart. Without thinking, I pulled him close, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that was filled with every emotion I’d held back, every unspoken word, every piece of my heart that still belonged to him.

In that moment, there was no past, no hurt, no regrets. There was only us, tangled together in a desperate, consuming embrace, our bodies moving in perfect harmony, every touch, every kiss igniting a fire that burned away the pain, leaving only the raw, unbreakable connection that had always existed between us.

His hands slid down to my thighs, lifting me as I wrapped my legs around his waist, the intensity between us building with every second, every kiss. I could feel his heart pounding against mine, his breath warm against my skin as he whispered my name, his voice thick with desire, filled with a passion that left me breathless, trembling in his arms.

The world around us faded to nothing, the music, the lights, everything disappearing as we lost ourselves in each other, in the heat, the longing, the love that had never really disappeared. And in that moment, tangled together in the dim light of the club restroom, it felt like we were rewriting our story, erasing the hurt and filling it with something fierce, something beautiful, something undeniably, irrevocably ours.

He pressed me firmly against the cool tiles, his hands holding me in place as his lips traced slow, searing lines down my neck. Every kiss, every touch, was deliberate, as though he was savoring each moment, each reaction that he pulled from me. His hands roamed lower, exploring with a kind of intensity that made my breath catch and my pulse quicken. The world around us faded entirely, nothing left but the feel of his body pressed against mine and the heat building between us.

His fingers traced a path down my spine, sending shivers racing over my skin as he pulled me even closer, his mouth never leaving mine. Each kiss was deep, consuming, a mix of passion and tenderness that left me breathless, melting into him, feeling my control slipping away. He held me firmly, his grip possessive as his hands explored every inch of me, his touch sending shocks of pleasure coursing through me.

He shifted, pressing me back harder against the wall, his lips moving down to my collarbone, his mouth hot and demanding as he teased and tasted my skin. My fingers tightened around his shoulders, anchoring myself to him as my breath came in quick, shallow gasps, every nerve alive under his touch. He was relentless, his hands and mouth leaving no inch of me untouched, his touch growing more intense, more deliberate with each passing second.

“Mingyu,” I gasped, my voice breathless, barely more than a whisper as I held onto him, feeling myself unraveling under his hands. He looked up, his gaze dark and full of a fierce intensity that made my heart race, his eyes meeting mine as though he could see right into my soul.

“Just let go,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, filled with a quiet command that sent a thrill through me. His hands moved with precision, his touch growing more insistent, his fingers finding exactly the right places, coaxing me to let go, to surrender to the overwhelming wave of sensation building inside of me.

The world narrowed to this moment, to the feel of his hands on my skin, the weight of his body pressing me against the wall as his touch pushed me closer to the edge. Every nerve was on fire, my body responding instinctively to him, to the intensity in his gaze, the quiet determination in every touch, every whispered breath against my skin.

I could feel myself slipping, my grip on control loosening with every touch, every kiss, as he drove me higher, his touch relentless, unwavering, until I was teetering on the edge. His gaze never left mine, his eyes filled with a quiet intensity, a silent encouragement that made my pulse race, made me feel alive in a way I hadn’t felt in so long.

With a final, shuddering breath, I surrendered completely, my body arching against him as waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me breathless, my heart pounding as I clung to him, my mind blank with sensation. He held me through it, his arms strong and steady, grounding me as I lost myself completely, feeling a release that was both physical and emotional, a letting go of everything I’d held back, everything I’d tried to bury.

He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, his touch soft and reverent as he held me close, his own breathing heavy, his hands soothing, grounding me as the aftershocks faded. I stayed there, wrapped in his arms, feeling the weight of the moment, the depth of everything that had passed between us. In his embrace, everything felt right, as if this was where I was always meant to be, as if every piece of me had found its way home.

[totallyhextra]

People? In MY computer?? It's more likely than you think!

The following is a fanvertisment and is not connected to the show. ****Yet.*** *Also yes, this is the fourth time I'm posting this because TUMBLR WONT LET ME EDIT SPELLING MISTAKES!

ANYWAY,

Once upon a time, back in 1987, Dire Straits put out this music video for “Money for Nothing”, which, as you know, was a song about wanting my MTV. 

The video was made by two guys (Gavin Blair and Ian Pearson) on a very moody computer. After the video went out, these two guys went to a pub:

Ian: “Hey, we should make a whole show like this!”

Gavin: “Dude, making three minutes almost killed us.”

And so it was decided!🎉

The two guys were joined by two other guys (Phil Mitchell and John Grace) and created the Hub, which then became Mainframe Entertainment. They got even more people, and then they all holed up in this hotel.

They were mad lads with a dream: a whole cgi animated show, and they made it happen a whole year before Toy Story!

Behold! ReBoot!

(Yes that fever dream was real)

Now before I get any of this:

Let me lay this down. If you can’t with the animation of the first season because it was CUTTING EDGE IN 1994, you can close your eyes and listen to it. ReBoot wasn’t just a CGI gimmick. The characters are fully developed, the voice actors are peerless, the plot is sharp, and there’s so many easter eggs that you’ll never find them all.

Never

(And yes the episode "Bad Bob" was the actual catalyst for Fury Road. Look it up)

ReBoot is about what life is like in a computer (in the 90s, because it was the 90s) called Mainframe (because of course it is). People are sprites, the guys that look like 1s and 0s are binomes (which represent 1s and 0s). Bad guys are viruses, and the good guy is a Guardian named Bob, who is a certified cinnamon roll.

In the first season the eps are light and self-contained, mainly because there was constant friction between the Mainframe studios and the Board of Standards and Practices.

They still got away with some pretty dark stuff, like Megabyte (virus) making Enzo (the kid) watch his dog get sliced open (dog got away, obviously) , Dot (sprite) have a hallucinatory breakdown, and the fridge horror of realizing the thousands of worm things (nulls) that plunged off a bridge to their death were actually people.

And Hex's (virus

best girl) scary face single-handedly traumatized an entire generation. 🙂

But busting through a window was a no go, because WhAt If tHe cHiLdReN dID iT tOo?

Anyway, halfway through the second season, ABC cut them loose, so they were like, fuck it, we’re going to start going hard. The story shifted from episodic to arcs and things start to get serious.

Third season the show moved to YTV in Canada, which gave no fucks about shielding the innocent children.

So it got DARK

How dark?

The UK refused to show the entire season, so the audience there had to wait until pirated copies made it across the pond to see how it ended.

Also by 1997, the animation was gorgeous. (Best example of third season animation I could think of that didn't have spoilers)

The show was green-lit for a fourth season on Cartoon Network, but halfway through production Warner Bros took over and the same fucking thing happened.

Because Mainframe was halfway done, they decided not to scrap all of it, but knowing they wouldn't be able to finish it correctly, Mainframe stripped anything that would hint at Season Four's true ending, then left what remained on a cliff-hanger of angst.

FOR 22 YEARS

(It's also why the last four eps of season four seem to make no sense)

And so it was.

Other crap happened, the soul left Mainframe, and its animated corpse spat out “The Guardian Code” in 2018. 

But never say die! The year is (almost) 2024, 30 years later. ReBoot shall rise from the dead, because here come the documentary!!

Do you dare see what you’ve been missing?

What the (UK) government doesn’t want you to know?? 

Then come on down to ReBoot!

We got:

Magnificent bastards with sexy voices!

(Tony Jay at his best)

Kickass women who could probably crush your head with their thighs and you’d enjoy it!

Innuendos in a kid's show!

💗 This adorable cinnamon roll!! 💗

Insane third season glow-ups!

YOUR NEW GOD

These guys!

(Gay roller-skating binome is my boi. I named him Jerry)

Nonstop cultural refs (You'll never find them all. Never.)

(There are literally videos dedicated to trying)

So many computer puns!

Body Horror!

Existential Crisis!

HAVE I MENTIONED YOUR NEW GOD?

This is it, folks! The real thing, the gem hidden in the moose-filled forests of Canadia!🌲🌲🌲

Take a trip inside a mid-90’s computer!

See the World Wide Web! (omg):

Witness the original purple Gamecubes that randomly fall from the sky when the owner of the computer (OUR GOOD LORD THE USER) wants to play a game. If it lands on people and they lose, they dissolve into mindless energy leeches, fated to tormented by their former bretheren for all of eternity.

Just like in real life! 🙃

So watch the eps! They on YouTube!

I think they're on Pluto, Hulu, Sling, and Tubi too! Also DVDs for people who have the patience to wait for them!

WATCH! BELIEVE! SUFFER THE SOUL-CRUSHING RAGE OF THE SEASON 4 CLIFF-HANGER!* (come on, its fun!)*

HYPE THE DOC!

The more people hype, the better the chances of actually getting it finished.

NOW SHARE THIS WITH EVERYONE!

And now I will leave you with this screenshot from the ep "Painted Windows", where dicks can clearly be seen drawn upon the wall behind the fleeing anthropomorphized television.

(PS: If you heard the clown pic at the top of the page in your head, you're welcome)

IMPORTANT UPDATE

This message is now approved by Gavin Blair! He's an awesome guy. Show him some love on TWITTER (fuck you musk) at @TheRealMrSweary Also, if you want to share this with non-tumblr friends, here is my attempt at a webpage version:

theseventhstarprojects.com/REBOOT.html

[lueurjun]

“ let’s just get married ” | heeseung and jay.

the boys reaction to you suddenly professing that you would in fact, like to get married.

. . . . . . . ꒰ HEESEUNG ꒱ ,,

give him a sec

he’s rebooting

his mind went through an unplanned update

because clearly there’s something wrong with it since he swears he just heard you tell him you wanna get married

“hUh?”

you don’t seem to catch onto his confusion in the slightest

because you’re just sat cheesin

you after breaking your boyf 😃

“like… in a couple of years?”

you shake your head, still grinning as though you just won the lottery

heeseung gulps so loud you can hear it from half way across the world

it’s true. i heard it from here.

to be honest—bros petrified

not that he doesn’t want to marry you

he has visions of it

breaking news! lee heeseung is really that’s so raven confirmed!

but now it’s perhaps a little too early for him

still the look on your face had his heart shitting itself

because you look so excited

and telling you to wait would probably break your heart

which lee heeseung would never do

cos then he’d have to go through me. and i have watched kung fu panda. i know my shit.

so he wraps his arms around your waist and draws you in until your foreheads are touching.

cant see his panicked expression if he connects foreheads

and with a thudding heart, he manages to choke out a reply

“then let’s get married.”

imagine i wrote ‘then marry someone else’. oof the drama would be out of this world

now it’s your turn to be panicked

because the reality of it all comes crashing down on you like a thundering avalanche

and suddenly you’re pushing him away

“i don’t want to.”

hA NOT YOU REJECTING HIM AFTER SENDING HIM THROUGH EMOTIONAL TURMOIL

heeseung just blinks at you

because weren’t you the one who proposed this idea?

what do you mean ‘you don’t want to?’

now he’s hurt

because why don’t you want to marry him?

“is it something i said?”

he’s frowning now, resembling a puppy that just got kicked

“no! no! it was just in the moment-you know? you just looked perfect and i felt perfect with you and i got carried away. that doesn’t mean i don’t want to marry you in the future! i think we should just wait.”

heeseung breathes a sigh of relief and pulls you back into his arms

“i’m so glad you think so because i am not ready for marriage yet—but with that being said, i will stick the biggest diamond on your finger when i am.”

compensation for making you wait—heeseung is in fact a sugar daddy 💸

he holds you tighter, and your gaze shifts to his ring finger, a fleeting moment of daydreaming how handsome he'd look with a wedding ring on

your mind is suddenly alive with visions of what married life with heeseung would be like, a flurry of images quickly cascading through your imagination

and suddenly, a familiar feeling tugs in your heart

cheekily, you grin up at him

“i’ve changed my mind. i wanna get married again.”

lord help him

. . . . . . . ꒰ JAY ꒱ ,,

did somebody say something?

no really…did they? he had earphones in and heard absolutely none of what you said

me every minute of everyday

he’s bobbing his head to his music without a care in the world

thriving in — unmarried — life, unburdened by any adult responsibilities or worries

he’s truly blissful

until you yank those earphones out of his ears and peer down at him with a scornful gaze

you could’ve sworn he had paused his music when you entered the room

“hey baby.”

i have been watching a lot of drew starkey edits and his ‘hey baby’ is imprinted in my mind so it must be applied to jay. i do not make the rules.

his face is lit up with an endearing smile, his eyes full of affection as he looks lovingly at you

which makes you smile and gaze back at him with the same expression

“i said, would you marry me?”

naturally, jay assumes that you’re just thinking about the future

which is totally natural in a relationship

so he doesn’t think anything of it when he shrugs his shoulders

“i’d marry you tomorrow.”

same. i’d marry you better than him tbh

now jay loves you

his love for you is as constant and timeless as the sun's relationship with the sky

but he wasn’t being literal. marriage is a huge step and as much as he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you

he felt he was still too young

you didn’t seem to realize that it was just an expression because you started beaming

and jay, not realizing you had taken this literally and assumed you just liked the idea of marrying him in the future, beamed back at you

“great! we should look into venues—no! why don’t we fly to vegas? how does one elope? jay! we should look into eloping.”

at first, he's simply enthralled by the sound of your voice

but then the words register and suddenly he’s hyperventilating

he’s so real for that

“wha- el-eloping? like-in the future…possibly in like five years? maybe seven—”

“no? now! you said you wanted to get married tomorrow and i’ve been thinking that maybe we should? i mean, i don’t want anyone else and imagine married life jay! it would be perfect!"

married life with you would be perfect

jay would love nothing more than to wake up beside you every morning, a wedding band adorning your finger and sharing the same last name

he’d love to introduce you as his spouse, the idea of it alone gives him butterflies

but marriage is a huge commitment

“i mean it would but right now?”

hearing the panic in exchange for excitement, the bubble surrounding you pops

and suddenly, you’re no longer the embodiment of happiness

but disappointment

forget ksi and tommy fury, im gonna be in the ring with jay if he doesn’t marry the life out of you

his heart shatters at the look on your face and that alone has him reconsidering

he plans to marry you in the future, might as well keep that gorgeous smile on your face and push the date forward

“you don’t wanna marry me?”

he reaches out to you, taking your hands in his and guiding you to sit next to him. the closeness is almost overwhelming, and you can feel the warmth of his body as he pulls you onto his lap

bro i’m blushin rn!! look away. i don’t want you to see me like this

jay wastes no time showering your face with passionate kisses, eliciting an gradually forming smile from you

“no. no-i do wanna marry you, more than anything! but it’s just a little early, we can wait a few more years. time with you flies anyway so it won’t even be that long of a wait technically, we’re just… a bit too young yet.”

he’s right, and you hate admitting it

nah don’t fold bae. get that ring 💍

slumping your shoulders, you nod your head with a sigh

“i guess you’re right. i got a little too carried away. i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to pressure you…”

jay shakes his head, planting a kiss on both of your cheeks, then your nose and then finally, your lips, though he lets that one linger

that alone manages to lift your mood drastically

“how about, we settle for a promise ring?”

your heart swells with emotion at the sweet sentiment and you find yourself unable to resist leaning in and gently pressing your lips to his once more

after a moment — or several — he finally pulls away and laughs

“i take it you like that idea?”

“i do”

[oopsiedaisydeer]

ᴀ ꜱʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ

...uncovers the shifting tension between best friends

angst! unrequited love? committment issues. friends to lovers. unresolved.

word count - 1.8k

A quiet, dimly lit room. The soft hum of the record player fills the air, a familiar comfort in the stillness. The flicker of candlelight dances on the walls, casting fleeting shadows as the song begins.

Despite yourself, you glance at him.

You remember the first time you met Matt, how his laugh had a way of filling up the empty spaces in the room, the way he would lose track of time talking about everything and nothing at all. It felt easy back then. Effortless, even. The kind of friendship that seemed like it would last forever, no matter what.

But here, in this room, it’s different. The record spins on, a quiet rhythm filling the gaps where words have failed. You can feel the weight of everything that’s changed, the unspoken things hanging in the air like the scent of burning candles.

You had always assumed that this would be different. That the connection between the two of you, years of friendship and laughter, would somehow make it easier when things began to shift. But as Matt’s hand finds yours, you feel the weight of the years, the moments you both let slip by without addressing them. The silence between you has grown, and the tension in the air feels heavier than the music playing.

When the moon begins to hide It's not over

You both used to stay up late, him sneaking into your room through the window only under the gaze of the man in the moon. The world outside was forgotten. The moon would rise and set, and the world felt like it was on pause just for the two of you. He would hold you as you talked until the sun came up.

Sometimes you would just sit in silence, just listening to the murmur of the city or the gentle crackle of a record. You can still feel the warmth of those moments, the comfort in knowing he was always just a phone call away. Your best friend.

Your best friend who you began to fall in love with. With his charm. With the ocean blue of his eyes. With his big heart. With the subtle hums of his voice as he spoke to you in the dark. With his courage. With his breath on your shoulder. With his soul.

You had spent years together, talking, laughing, falling into the easy rhythm of being in each other’s orbit. It was supposed to be unbreakable, wasn’t it?

But now, as the song fills the space between you, you feel the distance. It’s subtle, almost unnoticeable, but it’s there. This quiet uncertainty that neither of you can quite shake off. Matt has always been there for you, but something has changed. You can feel it in the way he looks at you, in the way his hand slips from your grip a little too easily.

And the window turnin’ light Does not mean goodbye

It’s easy to confuse the shifts in the air, the way things start to feel different. The light changes, and you think it’s goodbye. You think it’s the end. But it’s never as simple as that. The world doesn’t just turn on a dime. There are always small moments. Small shifts that pull you apart slowly, until the space between you becomes something you can no longer ignore.

Is there still a magnet between you? Is it pulling you together? Pushing you apart?

Matt used to be your constant, but now, the light feels different. The window, the walls, it all feels like it’s pushing you both toward something you’re not sure you want to face. But you stay together in this moment. The uncertainty lingers, and you teeter on your feet as you both sway to the music.

And, too, when candles burn out And the record is faded down I know you've got people to turn to

You’ve seen it before. After everything started to shift, after the things unsaid became louder, Matt began to turn to other people. He would be there for you, yes, but it wasn’t the same anymore. When the candles burned out, when the quiet moments turned into silence, he found other people to turn to. Guys who he could share a quick laugh with. Girls who he could fuck and not look in the eye. People who weren’t tangled in the same history, people who didn’t carry the same weight of what you shared. You try not to think about it, but it lingers in your mind, a silent question that sits in the back of your throat.

It’s not that he’s not there for you. It’s just that, sometimes, it feels like he’s looking for something else in someone else. And you can’t help but wonder if he’s been doing that all along.

What is it that's keeping one foot out And the other crawling in bed?

You both dance, slowly, but you feel the space between you growing. There’s something holding him back, and you don’t know if it’s fear, if it’s doubt, or if it’s something you did. You wonder if it’s always been this way—if he’s always kept one foot out, never fully committing, never fully letting himself fall in. And the weight of it hits you, hard. The hesitation isn’t new, but now it feels more real.

And what is it that's keeping you alone And leaving after we slow dance?

The quiet of the room makes everything feel amplified. You notice the way he glances away when your eyes meet, how his smile seems to linger for a moment too long, how it masks the gaze that always fades into something uncertain. You wonder why he’s always the one to leave first—why after every moment of closeness, he’s the one to step away.

You wonder if he’s ever really been there, or if you’ve always been a safe place for him, a place to turn to when things got hard, when other people didn’t quite understand. Maybe he never really wanted you, not the way you wanted him. And maybe, just maybe, that’s why he always found someone else to fill the void after.

The instrumental break in the track transforms your anxious thoughts into bittersweet memories which now melt into your tongue.

It was a summer night, just the two of you, lying on the roof of your house, staring up at the stars. The world felt impossibly big, but you didn’t care. You were wrapped in the warmth of the moment, of each other’s presence.

Matt turned to you, his voice soft but earnest. “You ever wonder if we’ll still be doing this when we’re older?”

You laughed, the sound light and free, like the air itself was laughing with you. “Of course we will. Why wouldn’t we?”

He shrugged, the edges of his smile curling up. “I dunno. I guess everything changes, right? Nothing stays the same forever.”

You looked at him then, eyes soft in the moonlight. “Some things don’t have to change. Some things just… stay.”

He didn’t answer right away, and in that silence, you both knew exactly what you meant. “Yeah,” he said finally, voice almost a whisper. “I hope that’s true.”

And we fall back in routine It can't be over

You return to the same rhythm, but it’s not the same. It’s not as easy as it used to be. The silence between you is filled with the weight of his unasked questions, your unspoken fears. You both fall into the same routine, the same dance, but this time it feels like you’re both trying to make it work because you don’t know how to let go. But it’s hard. You feel him pulling away, and you’re not sure if it’s because of something you did, or if it’s just that you’ve both outgrown each other.

Is this closeness what it feels like to be in love? Or was it just a slow dance?

There was a time when you thought everything would stay the same—that nothing could change. You remember everything—the way his voice sounded when he said your name, the way his hand felt when it brushed against yours. You used to know him like the back of your hand, used to understand the quiet spaces between his words. But now, it feels like he’s someone else, someone you don’t quite recognise.

And I remember everything You used to know her

Matt watches the flicker of the candlelight, the shadows on the walls. He feels it—the weight of the years, the things unsaid. He remembers when everything with you was effortless. Back then, he never had to think about it. He just knew you, every part of you—the way you smiled when you were excited, the way you’d pause before speaking like you were choosing every word carefully.

Back then, it was simple. He could fall asleep next to you and not think about what it meant, just let the hours slip away, your laughter filling the silence.

But now, it’s different. The distance between you two is hard to ignore, even if you never say anything about it. He remembers when you used to call him at three in the morning, just to talk about everything and nothing. It was always you who kept him grounded, kept him from drifting too far. But now… now, things are shifting, and he feels himself pulling away, though he doesn’t want to.

He can’t help but wonder when it all started to change. When did he stop feeling like he could just be with you, and start feeling like maybe he wasn’t enough? Was it when you started wanting more, wanting things he wasn’t sure he could give? Or was it when he realised that maybe, just maybe, you deserved someone who could give you everything you needed?

It hurts, thinking of it all. It’s like he’s losing something that was once his, and he can’t tell if he’s afraid of losing you, or afraid of what that loss would mean for him.

I could trace it all the way back I could trace it all the way back

You could trace everything back to the first time you felt the shift—when the moments that used to be just friendship started to feel like something more. You remember the hesitation, the doubt that lingered even then. Maybe it was always there. Maybe it was just too hard to admit.

The trace of his fingertips over your waist. Until they ghosted your lips.

One shift and you’re both on unsteady ground forevermore.

And, too, when candles burn out And the record is faded down I know you've got people to turn to

The song winds down, and the candle flickers, the room growing darker with each passing moment. The weight of everything that’s unsaid hangs in the air. And yet, despite the quiet and the uncertainty, you can’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, there’s still hope. A tiny ember left in the dark. But for now, you’re still here, together in the fading light, just waiting for something to change.

A third shift. Perhaps it will offer you its charm.

thank u rose @bernardsbendystraws for the dividers!!

also creds to rose and @mattscoquette (a change of heart) for inspiring this fic!

a/n: one of my fav songs off of charm!!! makes me very sad. hope u enjoy<3

taglist: @blushsturns @sturnslutz @snoopychris @sturnshood @sturns-mermaid comment to be added/removed from my main (non-au) taglist !

till next time!!

[charlesslut16]

-can we be the old us?-

summary : you and arthur meet again after your breakup in a club, and that on his birthday...

pairing : arthur leclerc x fem!reader

warnings : none

note : HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARTHUR!!! Please request more i have literally no idea what to post...

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You step into the pulsating warmth of the club, the beat of music enveloping you like an embrace. Today you went with your friends to have a great evening, as today's day wasn't your favorite. Anymore.

Arthur Leclerc’s birthday. The walls, draped in shimmering lights and echoes of laughter, vibrate with a mix of nostalgia and excitement. You try to shake off the memories, but there’s a familiar thrill in the air that makes it hard to ignore.

After all, it wasn’t such a long time ago that Arthur was the center of your universe, your safe space and despite the distance, part of you still yearns for what once was.

As you weave through the crowd, your eyes scan the room for your friends, and suddenly, they lock onto Arthur. He stands there, surrounded by friends and family, his easy smile illuminating the corner of the dimly lit bar.

Time seems to freeze as your heart does an involuntary leap. Part of you wants to look away, to forget the times you shared, but another part—an even stronger part—urges you to hold on.

The years melt away for just a moment, and you can almost see the laughter, the joy in his eyes, and perhaps even the love that once flowed between you two.

Shaking the feeling away, you break the contact you had for the moment. With the goosebumps you have, you walk to your friends, as you saw them, and went straight for the drinks.

You are perplexed, to say the least. You know that the Leclerc's always went to a restaurant, so you didn't expect him here. Today. In this club. The day you are here.

Later in the evening, the drinks have loosened inhibitions, and laughter rings out like music. There’s a collective buzz around you as Arthur makes his way through the throng, his friends draped on either side, but his gaze is inevitably drawn back to you.

Moments later, he approaches with a slight swagger, and suddenly the noise of the club fades into the background. "Hey," he says, his voice soft yet electric. “Been a while, huh?” The warmth in his tone rekindles a spark inside you, igniting old feelings that you thought were buried.

Wow. You had expected everything, but not that Arthur would walk up to you on his birthday and talk to you. The two of you had seen each other on many occasions, but never talked or even looked at each other.

"Yeah... Happy Birthday tho I hope you have a great day"

"Thanks. Hope it isn't too weird to see me."

"No, of course not." you said, the conversation starting awkward and not changing. What if this is what it will be like forever. Always being awkward and not being comfortable ever again. You exchange pleasantries, but soon the conversation turns deeper, fueled by nostalgia. Y

ou reminisce about those carefree days—dancing under the stars, quiet talks that stretched into the early hours, and laughter that felt eternal.

“Do you think we could ever go back to that?” he asks, vulnerability woven into his question. His eyes search yours, desperate for a hint of the old connection that once came so easily.

You feel a pang of longing, and for the first time in ages, you let the walls you built around your heart start to crumble. “I don’t know, maybe,” you whisper, your throat tightening with emotion.

With the music thumping around you, the noise of the club fades as you both step aside for a moment of privacy. The world outside is forgotten; it’s just the two of you.

Stories pour out as laughter spills, and with each word, the familiar rhythm of your connection starts to dance back into existence. You both lean in closer, sharing intimate thoughts, insecurities, and dreams—the spark igniting each moment.

Each revelation feels like a key turning in a locked door, unlocking the passion, trust, and love you used to share. But also unlocking all the pain, tears and moments you doubted everything.

As the night wears on and the drunken revelry continues behind you, you realize that this moment is something worth holding onto. Something that can be fixed.

[andy-15-07]

Hii! If you have some free time, would you write something like... Aaron is listening his girlfriend (reader) playing classical music on piano? Thank you!

Piano and Passion

pairing: Aaron Taylor Johnson x female!reader

word count:904 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

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The soft melody drifted through the apartment, a gentle cascade of notes that seemed to hang in the air. Aaron leaned against the doorframe of the living room, a quiet smile playing on his lips as he watched his girlfriend, Y/n, at the piano. Her fingers danced across the keys with an effortless grace, coaxing out the beautiful sounds that filled the space. He didn't know much about classical music, but he knew what he liked, and he liked this. He liked the way her brow furrowed in concentration, the way her foot tapped rhythmically on the pedal, the way her whole being seemed to be absorbed in the music.

He’d arrived home from a long day on set, exhausted and craving the quiet comfort of his own space. The sounds of the city had been replaced by this tranquil melody, a welcome change that instantly eased the tension from his shoulders. He’d almost called out to her when he first walked in, but something in her posture, the intensity in her eyes, made him pause. He'd sensed she was completely lost in the music, and he didn't want to disturb her.

He watched as the piece reached a crescendo, the notes building in intensity before resolving into a soft, delicate finish. When the last note faded,Y/n let out a small sigh and rested her hands on the keys. She closed her eyes for a moment, as if savoring the lingering vibrations of the music.

"That was beautiful," Aaron said softly, finally stepping into the room.

Y/n's eyes fluttered open, a small smile gracing her lips. "Thank you. I'm glad you're home. How was your day?"

"Long," he admitted, walking over to her and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "But hearing you play makes it all better."

She chuckled. "You say that every time."

"Because it's true," he said, taking a seat on the piano bench beside her. "What was that piece you were playing? It was… I don't know the right words, but it was amazing."

"It's Debussy's 'Clair de Lune'," she explained. "It's one of my favorites. It's so evocative, don't you think? It paints such vivid pictures in my mind."

Aaron nodded, even though he wasn't entirely sure what she meant. He just liked the way it made him feel. "It definitely made me feel something," he said. "Relaxed, mostly."

Y/n laughed. "That's good. That's what Debussy intended, I think. He wanted to create a sense of atmosphere, a mood."

"Well, he succeeded," Aaron said. "You definitely transported me somewhere else."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the only sound the faint hum of the city outside. Then, Aaron turned to her, a curious look on his face. "You're really good, you know," he said. "Have you always played?"

Y/n nodded. "Since I was little. My mom started me with lessons when I was five. She always said music was important, that it was a way to express yourself, to connect with something bigger than yourself."

"And you feel that?" Aaron asked.

"Definitely," she said. "When I play, I feel… free. Like I can just let go of everything else and get lost in the music. It's like a meditation, almost."

"I get that," Aaron said. "It's like when I'm acting. When I'm really in the moment, I forget everything else. It's just me and the character, and the story."

"Exactly," Y/n said. "It's a form of escape."

They talked for a while longer about music, about acting, about life. Aaron was fascinated by Y/n's passion for the piano. He loved the way her eyes lit up when she talked about it, the way her hands moved as she described the different pieces she played. He felt a sense of pride in her talent, in the dedication she had to her craft.

"You should play more often," he said. "I love listening to you."

Y/n smiled. "I will. It's been a bit hectic lately with work, but I'm trying to make more time for it."

"Good," Aaron said. "Maybe you could give me lessons sometime."

Y/n laughed. "I don't know about that. You'd have to be very patient with me."

"I'm a very patient man," Aaron said, winking at her.

"We'll see about that," she said, playfully shoving him.

The evening passed quickly, filled with laughter and conversation. They ordered takeout, watched a movie, and eventually made their way to bed. As they lay in each other's arms, Aaron thought about how lucky he was to have Y/n in his life. She was talented, intelligent, and beautiful, inside and out. And she had this incredible passion for music that he found so captivating.

"Thank you for playing tonight," he said softly, kissing her hair.

"You're welcome," she murmured, snuggling closer to him.

"It was the perfect ending to a long day."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said. "Maybe tomorrow I'll play something a little more… upbeat."

"As long as it's you playing, I'll enjoy it," Aaron said.

He closed his eyes, the melody of "Clair de Lune" still lingering in his mind. He drifted off to sleep, feeling content and at peace, the sound of his girlfriend's music echoing in his dreams. He knew he didn't always understand the nuances of classical music, but he understood the way it made him feel when Y/n played. And that was enough. It was more than enough. It was perfect.

[umathurwin]

my boy’s a winner, he loves the game

kiara carrera x rafe cameron; nsfw 18+

Summary: Kiara has a big favor to ask of Rafe. Who is he to not oblige?

tags, warnings, and more on ao3!

The clinking of metal weights and Rafe’s music filled the crisp air. Every few seconds, another grunt would reverb around the gym and Kiara poked her head out further so she’d be in his line of sight.

“Kie?” he asked, dropping his 45s on the squishy floor mat, where they bounced and rolled away. “Y’scared me. Need something?”

She closed the door behind her, checking once more that no one was listening. Sarah had started another argument with John B, so it could be a while before Kiara had to return to her friend’s bedroom.

Kie swallowed thickly. “Yes, actually. It’s kind of weird, and a big thing to ask, so I need you to ignore how crazy it is for me to come to you about this.”

“You’re looking to try snow,” he nodded solemnly, reaching down for his water bottle and twisting the cap open.

“What?! No!”

He froze. He leaned in and dropped his voice. “You want to try k?”

“I don’t want any drugs, Rafe.”

His posture corrected and he brought the bottle to his mouth. “Oh. Then what?”

As he drank, several cold droplets slipped out of his mouth and down his chin, dripping onto his chest and dry fit shirt. Even in the chill at which the Camerons held their home gym, he was sweating. His smell washed over her. His eyes followed hers as she ogled him, nearly forgetting why she was there.

“Wanna hook up?” she blurted, unsure of how else to word it. Can we have sex felt too formal. Will you fuck me probably would’ve sufficed, but she lacked the bite. Especially with this lupine in front of her, reducing her to a doe-eyed stutterer.

He pulled the lip away from his mouth and used the bottom hem of his shirt to wipe off the mess from his face. This time, her eyes remained fixed north of his shoulders.

“Hmm. Didn’t see that one coming.”

“Well?” she snapped, growing more edgy (and humiliated) by the second. She probably should’ve expected that he wouldn’t make this easy on her.

“Can I think about it? Oh my God…” he hollowly chastised. “If you’re gonna be this impatient when I’m inside you…”

Her breath caught in her throat. “Rafe!”

“I’m just messing with you. What’s got you so desperate? Haven’t been laid in a while?” Her eyes widened, and he connected the dots instantly. “Oh, no way. Never? How is that even possible? You’re…” Rafe waved a hand at her, but trailed off when he gained the wisdom to not comment on her appearance or how it related to her virginity.

“I just… didn’t want it to be bad. Figured I’d go to someone with at least some knowledge on the topic.”

“Really? And none of your little boys were valid candidates?”

She huffed through her nose. “That’s hilarious. Let’s go down the list together: we have the self-obsessed conspiracy theorist, the loose cannon who speaks more than he thinks, and the nerd who’s a bigger goddamn virgin than I am.”

Rafe hesitated. “Okay, I know the last one is Pope—”

“Point is,” Kiara interrupted, cutting eyes at him. “You probably can’t fathom vulnerability, and I’m really just looking for a yes or a no so I can decide if I’m gonna kill myself tonight—”

“Wow, the drama. Twist my arm a little more, why don’t you?” he said flatly. “Yes, I’ll do it.”

Her face lit up. “Really?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m a real Saint Nick. Give me your phone,” Rafe demanded, palm open and extended to her.

She recoiled. “You’re not… gonna film it, are you?”

He processed this and a grin spread across his face. “Sweetheart, I’m not gonna fuck you right now. I’m giving you my number so you don’t have to sneak around my little sister to see me.”

The confidence she’d built up with him crumbled instantly and the fever of mortification bloomed in her chest and face again. Kiara fumbled for her back pocket and handed him the device. “I— of course not! That’d be—”

“Hot,” he cut her off, offering a bit of peace for her. “I know.” His eyes flicked to the door and back down to her, then he texted himself an angel emoji. “But it just wouldn’t be right.”

With her phone returned one contact heavier, she tried not to trip on any benches on her way out.

***

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Kiara spat, quickly climbing into the passenger seat of Rafe’s Land Rover anyways. He peeled out of the driveway, surely attracting the attention of any partygoers that had wandered outside. She slunk down into the seat. “When Sarah said she’d get me a ride home, I didn’t think it’d be you.”

Rafe shrugged, rolling through a stop sign and changing the song. “I owed her one. And no, she doesn’t suspect anything, so maybe relax a little?”

Not too difficult. One of Barry’s drivers had made it to the party, and she’d definitely brought a cloud of earthy aroma into his vehicle.

“Speaking of relaxing… you’re not drunk, right?”

“No, why do you— where are we going?” she asked as they flew past the turn to her street.

“We’re gonna use this time to get in some practice,” he said simply, and the smirk on his face did all but abate her worries.

“Wait, wait, I can’t— I mean, I’m not ready—”

“Little Miss Anxious, huh? Second time you’ve done that,” he said, shaking his head amusedly. “That’s not what this is. Do I need to promise to give you a heads up?”

“Uh, yeah, it’d be nice!”

“Nah.” He pulled the vehicle over to a nature preserve, one of the many dim and poorly-patrolled parks the island had to offer.

Rafe threw the car in park and grabbed his nic from the cup holder. He offered it to her, she declined. As he took a draw, his free hand absentmindedly patted his crotch, adjusting himself to be taken out.

She never would admit this, not to him or a locked diary or God, but she’s looked before. It’s not her fault he gets out of the pool like a slut, with his swim shorts hung low on his hips and clinging to his bulge. She’s had an idea of what he’s working with. But to watch him rub his semi through his jeans? Kiara’s head spun.

He dropped the nic again and unbuttoned his pants without warning. Her eyes widened as he tugged them down, just enough to free his cock from his boxers. She took in what she could make out in the dimness— a heavy shaft, the reddening tip, a little glisten where the pre was leaking out.

Instincts took over— ones she was entirely unaware she had— and she leaned forward to touch him, but he grabbed her wrist first and stopped her. Kie looked up, fearing she’d done something wrong.

Rafe’s eyes softened, resting a hand on her cheek and nodding gently. “Hey, listen. Just relax. You’ll be fine.”

She nodded. It was the last glimpse of mercy she’d get for the night.

Once his warning was over, his big hand slipped from her face around to the back of her skull. He guided (pushed) her down until the head tapped against her lips. The salty taste hit her tongue but she had no time to process or cringe before the rest of his cock slid into her mouth.

It wasn’t long before Kie realized this wasn’t just a blowjob, but more of a face fucking. The agency wasn’t in her hands— or rather, mouth— when he was actively lifting his hips from the seat to stuff more of himself between her lips. She couldn’t even get her bearings enough to suck.

Kiara mustered enough momentum to overpower the headpushing and pulled her mouth off his cock. “You’re, God, being a little rough, don’t you think?” she asked weakly around a cough.

“You bet,” he affirmed, fixing his fist back into her hair and guiding her down again. “Need to prepare you for what you might come across in the future. Wouldn’t—fuck—be doing you any favors by being gentle, would I?”

Sure, whatever twisted logic he wanted to use to get a rough blowjob from a virgin. Rafe’s hips thrusted up again to meet where his hands locked her head in place, and she had to accept his cock down her throat. The zipper of his pants scraped the bridge of her nose and her back ached from the awkward position he’d twisted her into, but she figured complaining would only get her so far. Plus, her mouth was full.

He canted his hips forward so the tip of his cock brushed against her cheek, and his hand reached down her face to feel it from the outside. Rafe massaged the skin there, feeling the ridges of his head through it. The angle was hard for her to maintain, so he went back to pushing down her throat.

She couldn’t swallow with him in her mouth, so drool began to seep out and sullied his pants. Her hands pushed against his thighs and he let up, tugging her off his crotch and watching the string of spit that connected them.

“I’m, fuck, I’m sorry I’m making such a mess,” she apologized through wet coughs. Rafe laughed and said nothing, but he grabbed his cock and smeared her own spit onto her face. Kiara squealed and tried to back away but he wasn’t done with her.

Eventually, he had enough trust to let her do her own work. Her jaw burned from the stretch, but the hand on her head was only resting there as she forwent keeping it all clean.

He came, hard, if the noises he made were any indicator. The sensation of his twitching cock against her tongue was fascinating, but he must not have wanted to give her the chance to spit. With her nose pressed against his pelvis, his cock for perfectly down her throat and spilled his seed there.

Kiara coughed and sputtered when he finally released her and she could breathe again. “Fucking hell, Rafe, what’s the plan for real sex? You gonna bring out a chainsaw?”

“That was real sex.” She rolled her eyes. “You’ll just have to wait and find out then, huh?”

Kiara narrowed her eyes, looking to the small backseat. “What do you mean, wait? You’re not gonna reciprocate or anything? How is that f—?”

“Look, I know you’re new to this and all, so consider this a lesson: I’m gonna need a fuckin’ minute to get the feeling back in my extremities. And since we don’t have all night—”

He tugged her arm towards him and she awkwardly fumbled over to sit on his lap. The door pressed against her back and the steering wheel dug into her leg uncomfortably, but he continued anyways.

Kiara liked loose, linen shorts; Rafe liked them even better. He needn’t even pull them down— they were flowy and accessible enough that he could pull them and her underwear to the side and have her fully exposed for him.

Her face burned. No one had ever seen her like this before, but Rafe was more action-oriented. He cupped a hand over her bare sex, swollen and ready for him after her mouth had been fully used. His dexterous fingers played with her slit and collected the slick there, getting to know her clit and folds in the dark.

He wouldn’t have been able to see, but her eyes opened when he first pressed a finger inside. She was fully aware of how it worked, and Kie had boredly tried to fuck herself in the past, but it was never enough.

Rafe didn’t have that problem. His hands were bigger, fingers stronger, and knew how to stretch her walls around him. She mewled, and he kissed her cheek.

His fingers tucked in further and, with a palm grinding against her clit, pressed against a spot inside her that made her gasp. “Oh my God! What was that?”

He laughed a little in her ear and pulled his fingers out to slap her cunt. She whined. “Our new favorite body part of yours.”

Kiara’s eyebrows furrowed. “Our?”

Rafe took the free hand around her arm and reached over to grab at her breast. “Used to be these.”

Her body sparked and warmed at the idea of Rafe looking at her like a lecher. Deciding parts of her body were for his for ogling, grabbing, fucking. He’s always been an option for her, she just hadn’t known to ask.

The sounds her cunt made around his fingers were vile. He’d lean down to kiss her neck (but only kiss— can’t leave a mark) and she curled into his chest. She’d have more shame about the situation if she had any thoughts at all that weren’t her barreling orgasm.

When she did cum, she had to hold onto his forearm for stability. He purred into her ear about how good she was doing for him, holding her chin in place so he always had a good look at her scrunched eyes and parted lips.

He pulled his hand out from her shorts when she caught her breath, and made her watch the way strings of her cum lingered for too long. Rafe pushed those digits between her lips without warning, and swirled them around her tongue until he was adequately clean. Her legs still tingled when she slumped back into the passenger seat.

“No notes, baby, you did perfectly. Let’s get you home, hmm?”

***

Kiara’s phone automatically set to Do Not Disturb at 11 pm sharp every evening.

She wasn’t even that caught up in perfecting her sleep schedule. There were just too many nights in a row that one of her friends would drunkenly call and wake her up. Never for a good reason, like needing a ride—no, they’ll rip her from sleep to ask if a Wonka chocolate bar is red, or purple like they swore they remembered.

And they wonder why she preferred darties.

So, any messages she may receive in the witching hour would go unnoticed until the next morning. Unless, of course, the person reaching out to her is a bit more persistent.

The window creaked, and she just rolled over in bed. Her home was nearly a century old and the sandy ground below the foundation made for all kinds of bumps in the night.

What it didn’t often do, was lift the pane entirely. Kie sat up, eyes quickly adjusting to the tall body squeezing through into her bedroom.

“Jesus— Rafe?!” she asked, grabbing her chest where her heart fluttered.

“A little help?” he hissed, unable to fit the rest of the way. She sprang to his side, lifting the window a little more and guiding him inside. “Thanks.”

“You don’t have to whisper. My parents are in Myrtle Beach for a wedding.”

“Well, fuck me. Would’ve been nice to know before I scaled the damn trellis. Why didn’t you respond?” he asked, pointing to the sleeping phone on her nightstand.

Kiara crossed her arms. “Didn’t get the message. Do I… need to get a first aid kit?” she asked, looking over his figure and trying not to back away like a frightened deer.

He looked down at himself. “I’m fine?”

“I meant for me! You forget the chainsaw?”

His eyebrows tightened until he remembered the night they‘d already shared, and smirked. “Oh! No, it’s not like that.”

She didn’t get to ask what he meant before he kicked off his boots and flopped onto her bed like he owned it. He wagged his fingers, beckoning her to join him, and she obeyed with a scowl. It’s her room, after all.

He pulled her down to his side, turning to face her and sliding a hand between her cheek and pillow. Rafe kissed her softly, thumbing at her skin and trailing the other hand down to her waist where it rested comfortably. Their thighs entangled and one of her fists nervously balled into his shirt.

The pair made out, much longer than she would expect he had patience for. It was delicate, verging on pure, and it sent a fire to her core in anticipation. His leg pushing between her thighs certainly didn’t hurt.

There was no hurry to undress. A shirt here, his pants there. It was like they waited until one of them lost their breath to pause and remove another article. By the time they were down to their underwear, her apprehensions reappeared.

”Slow,” she blurted, and his big blue eyes locked to hers. “We’re gonna go slow, right?” she clarified, feeling the ridges of his abs, now bare and warm under her fingers.

He smiled, kissed the tip of her nose. “M’in no rush.”

Their cores were close, she could feel the heat of his cock pressed against her hip. He pushed against her once and groaned into her mouth, then pulled away entirely and slotted himself above her.

Rafe sat back on his heels, looking at her near-naked body below her. It was hardly more skin than he was used to seeing when she swam at his house, but he hungered over her nonetheless. His fingers slipped under the hem of her panties and his eyes found hers.

“May I?”

She giggled. Perhaps because she didn’t expect that from Rafe, or maybe it was nerves. But she eked out a yes, please regardless.

With permission granted, he slid her underwear down her legs and tossed them aside, settling between her thighs and giving each a kiss.

He started gently— he spread her folds with his thumbs and licked a hard stripe up the center. Her eyes lifted to the ceiling and slammed shut, and he was gracious enough to not give her hell for this. Rafe allowed her in her own world because, well, he was in one of his own.

Had she spared a glance between her thighs, she’d see him lost in himself, nose buried into her cunt and tongue exploring every part of her. It was all slow, curious, an attempt to commit her pussy to his memory. Maybe he feared this was his only chance.

His patience built a powerful orgasm for her— the kind she could never do herself. Touching herself before was just getting a job done, but Rafe wanted it to wash over her with shaking legs and starry vision.

And Rafe always got what he wanted.

When he came up to kiss her, she tasted herself on him, but it was less intense than she expected. Maybe he was drooling too much.

She’d forgotten he still had his boxers on— too lost in cumming on his tongue. The fabric was sticking to him where precum leaked out of his tip, and he paused for only enough time to pull the elastic down under his balls. Deja vu.

Now free, his member hung menacingly between them. He took himself in hand and teased her, gliding the tip against her pulsing clit and threatening to part her folds. He lay the shaft against her and thrusted, simulating the real thing.

On one insignificant stroke, the head slipped down and notched itself against her hole. Rafe was careful, so careful pressing inside. She was wet enough that he could’ve bullied his cock into her cunt easily, but he stopped instead.

Rafe lowered himself until their noses brushed together. One hand reached up to stroke her cheek, to whisk away the tear that had pooled in the corner of her eye. He shushed, his lips brushing against her chin, her ear, her lips, anywhere he could access her skin.

“Sweetheart, please, you’ve gotta relax for me,” he whispered, voice low and warm. “You’re doing so fuckin’ good so far. Just keep letting me in.”

It was a side of the man she’d never seen before. Rafe used to twist the arms of boys who mocked her and Sarah until they screamed for mercy. He wasn’t allowed to play any contact sports in high school with his violent record. More than once, Kiara had to step around shattered glass in their home from when he’d broken tumblers in fits of rage. The blowjob from last week alone—

Tonight, his free hand found hers and threaded their fingers together. He kissed along her neck and sucked at the flesh gently. Endless praises spilled from him as his cock fully nestled inside her pulsing heat. She could feel their bodies entangling further with each breath they shared in the close space.

“Fuck it’s— so deep,” she breathed, back arching to press her bare chest against his. The angle shift forced her clit to grind against his pelvis and a whine escaped her.

“I know, baby,” he reassured and played with her tits as she readjusted. “Takin’ me so well. Can’t believe I get to be the first one to feel you like this, mm?”

She nodded, even though he wasn’t really asking her anything. Rafe’s hand, still entwined with hers, pulled down to make her feel her lower stomach.

“Feel me there?” he continued. “M’so glad you chose me. Let me split this pretty pussy open on my cock. Gonna let me fill it too? Wanna really make sure I do the job correctly?”

“Fuck, please, yes!”

He withdrew his cock entirely, letting it kiss her slick cunt and smear the wetness between them. Rafe sunk back in without warning and her back arched up.

Kiara’s fingers scratched down his back and he mentioned nothing of it. Her eyes closed again. “Rafe, I… I think I’m gonna—”

“Another?” he cut off, unable to conceal his pride. “Such a good baby. Eager to fall apart on my cock. Wanna feel it, please, sweet girl.”

She came again, pussy twitching around him. He followed shortly after and stuffed her full of cum as they milked each other dry. If the sensation of him finishing down her throat was intriguing, this was… addictive.

Rafe was an exceptional gentleman in terms of cleaning up; Kiara lay weak and tender as he gathered a wet cloth to undo the last hour. Well… as much as could be undone.

“Thank you,” she said finally, voice low above the radiator, spoken across his chest she rested on.

“Don’t even mention it,” he laughed softly and pulled her in closer. They already approached slumber. “Though, if you really wanted to thank me, I have a few ideas in mind…”

[kathlare]

the hollow between stars

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: In the quiet aftermath of a New Year's celebration in Dubai, Lando grapples with unresolved feelings and the sting of seeing Amelie move on.

Wordcount: 1.0 k

Warnings: none

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January 1st, 2023 - Dubai, United Arab Emirates

The early hours of January 1st were quiet in the dimly lit hotel room. Lando lay sprawled on the large bed, the sheets barely covering him, his skin still sticky with sweat and the faint scent of alcohol lingering on his breath. Claudia was curled up beside him, her blonde hair splayed across the pillow, her soft breathing the only sound in the room.

Lando stared at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling as his head swam in a haze of drunkenness and fleeting satisfaction. His body felt heavy, yet his mind refused to settle. He turned his head to glance at Claudia, fast asleep, her arm draped loosely across his chest.

It wasn’t her he’d been thinking about earlier—not when they were tangled in each other, her name falling from his lips. No, in his mind, it had been her—Amelie. It was always Amelie.

He sighed and carefully slid out from under Claudia’s arm, sitting on the edge of the bed. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and unlocked it, the brightness of the screen momentarily blinding him in the dark room.

As he scrolled aimlessly through Instagram, his thumb hovered over a series of stories. Party clips from friends, fireworks in the Dubai sky, champagne bottles popping—all of it blurred together until one familiar name caught his eye. Jack.

He hesitated for a moment before clicking on it. The video was shaky, clearly taken with a phone, but the setting was unmistakable. It was a celebration, music blasting in the background as Jack panned the camera across the deck of a cruise ship. Lando’s heart clenched slightly. He’d heard about the family trip, of course. He always kept tabs on Amelie, even if he wouldn’t admit it to anyone but himself.

The video showed the whole family laughing and dancing. Jack’s voice rang out over the music as he cheered, the camera briefly landing on Amelie. Lando’s breath caught when he saw her. She looked radiant, her skin glowing from the sun, her blonde hair loose around her shoulders as she laughed with her sister.

Then the camera shifted, catching a brief but unmistakable moment: Rodrigo wrapping his arms around Amelie, pulling her close. Her laugh softened as she tilted her head up to meet him, their lips connecting in a kiss so casual, so natural, that it made Lando’s stomach churn.

He froze, his thumb hovering over the screen as the video looped back to the beginning. He watched it again, his jaw tightening with every second. Amelie’s smile was effortless, her body language comfortable, like she belonged there—with him. With Rodrigo.

Lando threw his phone onto the bed, running a hand through his messy curls. His heart was pounding, anger and jealousy flaring hot in his chest. He tried to reason with himself, to push down the feelings clawing their way to the surface. Why do I even care? he thought bitterly. She’s moved on, and so have I. Haven’t I?

But the image of them together burned into his mind, refusing to leave. Lando clenched his fists, the alcohol in his system amplifying every emotion. Rodrigo. What the hell did he even have that Lando didn’t?

And then, there it was—a fleeting glimpse, almost too quick to catch. Amelie, turning toward someone just out of frame. The camera panned slightly, and there he was—Rodrigo. Lando’s jaw clenched as he watched Amelie lean in, her arms wrapping around Rodrigo’s neck as their lips met in a kiss.

It wasn’t just a quick peck, either. It was full of the kind of warmth and ease that spoke of something deeper. Something real.

Lando rewound the video, his thumb pressing on the screen, playing it over and over, each loop digging deeper into his chest. He tried to focus on the details that would help him feel better. Rodrigo’s hair was too perfect, too neatly styled, like he cared too much. His smile was annoyingly wide, like he was trying too hard to impress. And the way he kissed Amelie—Lando scoffed under his breath. Too soft, too careful. She hated when things felt rehearsed.

But no matter how many critiques he conjured, the image wouldn’t leave his head. Amelie, looking at Rodrigo like that. The way she used to look at him.

Lando swallowed hard, the ache in his chest growing sharper. He tossed the phone onto the nightstand with more force than necessary, the dull thud echoing in the silent room. His hands gripped the edge of the mattress as he stared at the floor, his head spinning—not just from the alcohol but from the hollow feeling creeping in.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He’d always thought that no matter what happened, she’d come back. That no matter how many flings or distractions he found, none of it would really matter, because Amelie was the one constant he could count on. Even if she wasn’t his anymore, she was still supposed to be there.

And now, she wasn’t. Not really.

Lando turned his head to look at Claudia, still sleeping peacefully beside him. Her bare shoulder peeked out from beneath the sheets, her face serene in the dim light. She’d been his go-to for weeks now, a welcome distraction from the mess in his head. She was fun, easy, uncomplicated.

But looking at her now, all he could feel was emptiness.

He reached out and gently shook her shoulder. —Claudia,— he murmured, his voice low and rough.

She stirred, her brows furrowing as she blinked awake. —What?— she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

Lando leaned down, brushing his lips against her neck. —Come here,— he said, his hands already sliding under the sheets.

Claudia groaned softly, still half-asleep but responding to his touch. —Didn’t we just…?— she muttered, but she didn’t protest as he kissed her, his movements more urgent this time, as if trying to drown out everything else.

He didn’t think about why he was doing it. He didn’t want to think about anything at all. Because thinking meant remembering, and remembering meant feeling. And right now, feeling was the last thing he wanted.

When it was over, Claudia fell asleep again almost immediately, her breathing evening out as she turned away from him. Lando lay back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling once more, his chest tight and his mind racing.

No matter how many times he tried to push it away, that image of Amelie and Rodrigo lingered in his mind, mocking him. He closed his eyes, but it was still there. Her laughter. Her smile. Her kiss. And no matter how many distractions he found, it was never enough to fill the space she’d left behind.

Lando let out a heavy breath, his jaw tightening as he fought the bitterness rising in his chest. He’d told himself he didn’t care anymore. That she could be with whoever she wanted, and he’d be fine.

But in the quiet of the night, with nothing but his own thoughts for company, he knew the truth. He wasn’t fine. He wasn’t even close.

[fordpinesthemanyouare]

Ford x Fem!Reader

Math Assistant Pt.3

Summary: Ford needs himself an assistant, Stanley makes an online post for him and BOOM there you are. Warnings: Age gap... but that's what you're here for me thinks A/N: Wanted to get this up before I leave for vacation, still serving nothing sandwiches but HEY were getting somewhere huh? I need that six fingered freak dude, like... it's so bad that I had to bring it up in therapy. Tags <3: @potato-painter

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Her car followed behind the red El Diablo that had picked Stanford up from the diner as she was returning to her car. She saw another older man in the driver seat who she assumed must have been the twin brother Stanford mentioned. She didn't get a good look at the driver before she got inside her own car, the late spring sun making its descent over the looming trees turning the sky a deep orange. Had she and Stanford really been talking for that long? The shining red car turned out of the diner parking lot, and y/n followed suit, rolling down her windows and turning up the volume to the music she had been listening to on the long drive to this desolate town. Before leaving the diner together, Stanford had told her to just follow in his car and he would lead them to where she would be spending the next few months. 

Bumping her head along to the music as she drove down the two lane road, her mind began to wonder what her time here in Gravity Falls would look like. She had always been in the lab or classroom working on ever growing math equations for most of her adult life, but she always felt a deep connection to nature, specifically Oregon’s natural woods. Since moving here to complete her schooling she loved the natural aura these woods produced, and now here she was, completely surrounded with the strong trees, she couldn't have felt more at peace. The completion of her master’s was long and grueling work that kept her away from exploring the woods, and being a thirty year old completing another degree, there was not much time for camping. Y/n had a tendency to become completely involved with her work very quickly, locking herself in the apartment she was renting near campus for days without anybody seeing her (not unlike someone else we know).  

The El Diablo turned onto a dirt road into the woods, the lights from the main road fell behind them as they continued their way into the ever growing dark forest. The two pairs of headlights were the only lumination on the long road, and the lights highlighted the seemingly eerie pointed signs nailed to the trees along the road with large question marks hand painted over them. She couldn't help but take in the amount of trees that were covered in these signs, she suddenly felt very nervous about the situation the car was lurching towards. She still had no idea what to expect, even with the long conversation Stanford and her had just been having, and arriving while it was quickly turning dark might not have been the best idea for her nerves. She breathed in through her nose, and out of her mouth to attempt to drown the anxiety brewing in the pit of her stomach as they pulled up to a lone… shack? Cabin? Store? The lights around the establishment lit the area up better for her to read the sign on the side of the building: “Mystery (S) hack”. The ‘S’ of the sign had fallen on the side of the roof; she noticed it now read ‘Mystery Hack’ and smiled a little, as the two cars pulled closer to the side of the house to park. They certainly weren't wrong about having a parking lot in front of their… home? She was certainly confused and was in thought about what she was getting herself into as she turned the car off, rolled up the windows, and began to grab any loose items to put in her purse. 

A loud abrupt knock on the window caused her to gasp and jump in the driver's seat, turning to see what monster had scared her while she was so deep in thought. Her eyes met with Stanford’s… no someone who looked similar but different in the setting sun’s light. His frame was slightly bigger at the almost the same height Stanford is, but he was wearing a shirt that had a few buttons undone from the top revealing his broad and hairy chest; he had similar glasses to Ford as well. He was flashing her a toothy grin before speaking “Well are y’gonna come out and take a tour or what?” She just stared at him, her face flushed from the scare and her mouth opening and closing not unlike a fish from water. The man laughed at her, loud and heartily, before she could hear Stanford say slightly muffled from the windows “Stanley get away from her car please.” The man took a few paces back from the window, while holding his hands up in defense, chuckling still with a smile “I wasn’t even doing anything!” 

Her heart was still racing; she grabbed her purse and stepped out of the car into the dirt parking lot, feeling towered over by Stanford's twins’ stance. She smiled past her nerves and offered her hand, “Hi there, Im Y/n, you must be Stanford’s twin he mentioned”

He gave her a smirk and an eyebrow quirk at that before grabbing her hand in his large calloused one, shaking it he introduced himself as Stanley. His broad hand had completely engulfed hers as he spoke, “He was talking about me huh? Were you excited to meet me or something, doll?” Before she could stutter out a response, feeling her face heat up at the pet name he casually called her, Stanley looked at his brother who was walking towards them “Stanford? You really were trying to seem as serious as you can point-dexter, you should probably try to loosen up a bit with your new assistant.” 

Ford rolled his eyes at his brother as he stood to the side of them, she turned to see him stand beside them with a casual smirk on his face at his brother’s antics. “A cute look on him”, the thought flashed in her mind and she dismissed it as quickly as it came. This was her new boss, that she was going to be living with and working with! She reprimanded herself silently for thinking such thoughts all while still looking at him, still she couldn't stop even when Stanford began speaking, her eyes darting to his lips as they moved.

“I was attempting to maintain professionalism with my new assistant, some of us have to maintain a sense of decorum.” Ford looked at Y/n, he didn’t want her to feel like she was not welcomed from their brotherly bantering, but she was already staring up at him from her stance. “You can also call me Ford if you’d like, I do know we will be spending a lot of time together over the next few months.” She nodded at that and looked between the two brothers. She couldn't help but think they were handsome when the two of them were towering over her like this,  laughing and bantering with each other. Stanley snorted in response to Ford, before she could speak. 

“Ha! Decorum, that's just your fancy word for being stuck up, if you loosen up a bit Y/n might actually take a liking to you.” Stanley jabbed Ford with his elbow in his ribs as he said it and turned to her while looking her up and down now, and she felt like she was put in the hot seat from his gaze raking up and down her body as she leaned against the door to her car. Her face was still slightly red from the last comment he had made, but she didn't falter as she regained some composure. She said nonchalantly to Ford’s twin, “I would love to take that tour if you're still offering, I just have to grab some of my things.”She smirked back at Stanley’s gaze on hers as she turned to walk towards the trunk of her car, popping it open with her keys. She pulled out two large suitcases that looked like they were about ready to burst open, the two men looked towards her things and then waved her towards the shack not mentioning the state her luggage was in.

The trio walked up the steps of the porch as Y/n and Stanley locked their cars almost in unison, they looked at each other and laughed together at the uniform way the cars beeped together. Ford turned over his shoulder and saw Y/n’s beautiful laugh ring out as she looked at Stanley, he couldn't help but feel something pang deep in his chest but he continued onward toward the door ignoring the feeling before she could notice his glance back. They entered the house (shack? cabin? showroom??) and she marveled at all of the large displays that stared right back at her. She was even more confused as they shut the door behind her and flicked the lights on, detailing the displays that were previously shrouded with darkness. As she set her things down by the front door, the large sasquatch model parked in the corner immediately caught her eye and noticed the sign that pointed conveniently between the model sasquatch’s legs and read “Sas-crotch”. She huffed a laugh before looking at Ford, “Does this happen to be the lucrative project we're working on?” gesturing towards the sas-crotch with a grin. 

Ford’s cheeks started to burn a bit at his new assistant’s teasing question, feeling more embarrassed at how his home had now been turned into a tourist trap. He rubbed the back of his neck a little awkwardly before starting, “Ah yes, that is part of Stanley’s… exhibits he curates for tourists to come visit during the day. This room and two others are the only rooms where people could be walking through, and it’s separated from the rest of the house. Let me show you to your room.” He walked through the back door of the showroom as she lugged her two heavy suitcases through the room and down the hallway they entered. Stanley stayed behind, muttering something under his breath about not including him on the tour and making fun of his work. Even though she admired all of the strange things in the front room as they walked through, she marveled at the assortment of displays. They continued farther into the house, it became more evident that she was walking into a home as the freaky displays were left in the front showroom. Down the hall now, pictures hung on the wall of family members and the two brother’s, she quickly passed them following Ford, but made a note to look further into them later following Ford as he continued down the hall. 

He had led her into the kitchen, and Ford had made a point in his mind beforehand to make sure to show her where the coffee machine was. He couldn't help but note that she drank just about as much coffee as him (if not more), and he also made an additional mental note to buy extra coffee grounds the next time they went to the store. “Here is where the fuel is,” Ford said while tapping the top of the coffee maker with his palm. She giggled a little, nodding in agreement “Glad you showed me the night before we begin our work, I might have needed to run to that diner for coffee.” He smiled at her and continued on their small tour of the house, she was still awkwardly rolling the luggage through all parts of the house. 

The pair continued down another hall and up a small flight of stairs until they were stopped in front of a door, he pushed it open and what revealed was a storage closet with a deflated air mattress in one corner. The room couldn’t have been more than eight feet across, and in the opposite corner of the small bed was a desk and chair. The chair contained some folded sheets, blankets, and towels, but otherwise the room looked like nobody had been in it for a long time. There was one window above the bed that was paneled with various geometric shapes, the light in the room showed some light cobwebs in the corners. As Y/n entered the room with her luggage, Ford moved in the hall flicking on more lights in the house letting her get settled in the small room. 

“The bathroom is just across the hall for when you need it, whenever you're settled in tomorrow I can show you more of the house and where we will be working.” Ford approached, leaning on the open door frame of the storage closet/bedroom looking at the way she was taking in the room, and beginning to open up the too-filled luggage. As she knelt in front of the two suitcases on the floor unzipping them she said “I appreciate that, I always forget how tired driving makes me and this town really is in the middle of nowhere.” Y/n turned her head and looked up at Ford with a smile, taking in the sight before her. His hair seemed run through with his hands and his turtle neck sleeves were bunched up around his elbows showing off his broad forearms. She was trying her best not to ogle him, but he wasn’t responding to her statement and just looking right back at her. Their gazes met each other for a few seconds, both just staring at each other through the silence, before Ford realized it was his turn to speak. He cleared his throat as his cheeks dusted pink and brought his hand behind his neck to rub it again, “Y-yes, I’m sure you're tired after a long day today, we'll meet together tomorrow to get started on everything” He turned to walk down the stairs before Y/n gave a half shouted “Wait!”. He stopped and walked the two paces back to the door, where Y/n was standing now in the room. 

“T-thank you Ford, I appreciate you getting me set up here and showing me around, especially that coffee machine.” She suddenly felt a little awkward stopping him just so she could stutter out a thanks, her face grew warm and the pit of her stomach seemed to fill her nerves with anxiety. Ford looked at Y/n again, drinking in her beauty as she was standing there thanking him. He could barely register her words before he smiled again at her, taking one last discreet view of her full body since she was now standing, he nodded. “Of course, I’m hoping we'll be able to make further progress than I have made, now with your help.” At that, he walked from the doorway feeling his sweaty hands finally begin to make their way to just being clammy, once he was half way down the stairs away from her. Once she was left in the room alone with Ford’s footsteps thudding down the stairs towards the kitchen, she let out a breath of air she didn’t realize she had been holding. Turning back to continue unpacking a little bit, grabbing some items for a shower she desperately needed to clear her impure thoughts of the man that just stood in her doorway. 

Downstairs, Ford was deep in thought on why his body was reacting this way as he headed back to the kitchen, leaving Y/n to finish getting settled for the night. He understood that yes, his assistant just so happened to be absolutely stunning, but what he couldn’t understand is that although the interview had opened her up a bit more to him, how could he still be nervous at this point? The two of them had shared several hours together at the diner talking about work and studies, they both had many similar interests and passions for learning and he felt that she was almost too perfect for this situation. As his mind fell deeper and deeper into overthinking the whole situation at hand, Stanley walked into the kitchen to see Ford braced over the counter, his six fingered hands gripping onto the lip of the counter as if it was the only thing tethering him to reality. Stanley cleared his throat and Ford jumped slightly before turning around to face his brother, his mind previously occupied with thoughts of his new assistant. Ford’s face was a bit flushed as he looked at Stan full on now either from his thoughts previously or because Stan had now scared two different scientists within the same day. 

Stanley immediately noticed the flush spread on Ford’s nose and cheeks, if he had no context of what had been happening he would have figured he just scared his twin. Alas, Stanley knew better than to assume he was flustered because he walked into the kitchen and scared him a bit, he knew that something had just happened while the two were touring the house. The shower upstairs distantly turned on, letting both men in the kitchen know you were now completely out of earshot, a shit eating grin pulled on Stan’s lips. Ford preemptively shook his head in disagreement before Stan had even begun speaking, which caused Stan to laugh. 

“I knew I shoulda’ kept her resume from you” He laughed again looking at Ford’s now raised eyebrows at his claim, before continuing, “What? I figured you would be able to maintain, hm, what word did you use earlier? ‘Decorum’ what a load of shit, have you seen her? What happened up there to make you turn this red?”. It had been a long time since Stanley had seen his brother flustered at all, let alone because of an attractive person. That last thought to himself left him feeling a twinge of sadness in his chest. His brother had been gone for so long and had barely had any time to experience a meaningful romantic relationship, at least that he was aware of. Not that Stan wasn't checking out the new assistant earlier by the cars, and he may have been a little charmed at their unison car locking. However Stan wasn't stupid, he had certainly noticed the glances Y/n stole from his twin in the short time the three of them were together. She would look at his jaw or his hands for just a second too long, a second too long for Stan to notice the little hints before Y/n and Ford left to tour the rest of the house without him. 

“Absolutely nothing happened Stanley, I showed Y/n to her room and that was it. She mentioned that she was tired, so I politely took my leave. I am not sure what you are insinuating here Stanley, but whatever it is, it isn’t happening.” Ford’s poker face regarding his heart, definitely needed work, his blush deepened in his cheeks and his eyes couldn’t meet his twins’. Ford seemed to look at anything in the kitchen other than his brother’s incredulous stare, he began organizing the pile of papers on the kitchen table as he almost waited for Stan’s rebuttal. 

Stanley almost laughed at Ford’s feeble attempts at playing stupid, but he figured he wouldn’t pry on Ford especially with how he looked when he walked into the kitchen, as if he was in the middle of solving the world’s hardest equation. “If you wanna leave it at that, then I won’t make you talk” Stanley turned to leave Ford once again, figuring it was time to hit the hay anyways. He mumbled a goodnight to Ford before heading towards his own room, Ford could barely share the same pleasantries before registering Stanley had in fact not broached further on the subject of his new assistant. Ford was quickly left alone with his thoughts again in the empty kitchen, hearing the water trickle in the distant shower upstairs reminding him once again of the time that was yet to be spent together in the lab. 

He stood in the kitchen for a moment thinking over how Stanley had entirely dropped the teasing conversation, and frankly, it seemed like Stanley knew what he was doing by deliberately not asking. Ford groaned at the thought, bringing his hand up to his face to rub the bridge of his nose under his glasses in slight annoyance. He realized it wasn't far out from when everyone typically goes to bed, so he began to head for the basement when he stopped in his tracks when the distant running water stopped in the shower upstairs. Ford’s mind raced for a moment, running through the different courses of action. Should he head upstairs to make sure that you are all settled for the night, or should he continue to the basement for the night letting her get settled in by herself? He was almost paralyzed in thought as his heart continued to beat faster than before in his chest. 

Ford made his decision as he heard the bathroom door distantly open, as he pulled the vending machine door into its hinges and shut it closed behind him. 

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