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Kid Leo Au: New Normal Part 2: "Training"
Part 9
Leo has decided that they feel like family enough to once again be a little shit and be troublesome, so that's some growth I guess!! Yay for growth!!! Also once again these ar some of the changes that I had mentioned before - I just wanted Leo to get to be a little shit again :) He deserves it :)
(Also I did forget his glasses in the last panel I didn't mean toooo!! It was gonna happen eventually ;-;)
NEXT TIME ON KID LEO.....WILL LEO FINALLY UNLOCK HIS NINPO AND RETURN TO HIS REAL AGE? STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT!
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Can you do a LOONA reaction to their S/O kissing them in public?
totally not writing this @ school . . . layout creds: @yoonk5ok #
â°â†pov: kissing loona in public
âż WONG KAHEI
ă» would be really flustered because she doesn't expect it, holds your shoulders, tries to keep the kiss innocent, laughs it off but is really touched by it, might pull you aside to be more romantic (she doesn't want other ppl to see aww) " you know you can wait till we get home, silly "
âż HA SOOYOUNG
ă» kisses you back with way more energy, smiles against your lips, also would push up against you, doesn't mind that you are in public but still isn't too affectionate, pulls your shirt 100%, would try to embarrass you by making you flustered lol " all these people are watching us, i wonder what they think "
âż JUNG JINSOUL
ă» likes that you're in public, would kiss you several more times, wants to be held, tries to reassure you that its fine, makes you look at her even if you try to look away, would bring it up when you get home. " don't look at them- focus on us, focus on me "
âż JO HASEUL
ă» just gushing with love, takes the move really to heart, holds your face when she kisses back (a/n: im gone), very very smiley, tells all her friends about it after, kind of surprised that you did it, thinks about it a lot " i've always dreamed you would kiss me like that "
âż KIM JUNGEUN
ă» just a little surprised but doesn't complain, lippie is a sucker for kisses </3, would give you a bit of a glare afterwards, gets mad if you point out her blush lol, really obsessed with kissing in public but doesn't want you to find out " you're so eager sometimes... "
âż KIM JIWOO
ă» smothers you in kisses, she's a total beggar for you to hug/kiss her more, doesn't feel all that embarrassed, gets pouty if you don't give her more, chuu is the type to make it really romantic so she probably acts like she's in a movie " another kiss please, cmon i've been nice ! "
âż JEON HEEJIN
ă» also a sucker for kissing, in her head its only you two, gives you a lot of compliments in the moment, hugs you afterwards, doesn't mind if you're nervous she actually finds it cute, thanks you for always being there for her :( " the best thing i could have ever asked for "
âż KIM HYUNJIN
ă» makes it quick and simple but she's really flustered, tries to change the subject if you bring it up, ends out kissing you again just to get you to be quiet again, will never admit that she loves kisses, soft gf hyun wbk " it's just a kiss why am i so shy aaaa "
âż PARK CHAEWON
ă» also really really flustered, holds on to you for wayyy too long, acts dramatic as a joke but she is really taken aback, demands hand holding lol, kisses you a lot more when you're alone because she wants to get back at you for making her shy in public " i'm not letting you get away with this ! "
âż CHOI YERIM
ă» totally wanted to kiss you, really smiley and excited bc you did (a/n: i <3 her jeez), calls you pretty or just compliments you in general, eye smile !, kisses your cheek as a thank you, probably talks about it for the rest of the day " i'm so lucky to have such a pretty girlfriend ! "
âż SON HYEJOO
ă» she likes it way more than she thought she would, surprisingly romantic, probably holding you close, i think she would be really intense with it, she's kind of quiet but you can tell it's something she wouldn't mind doing again " maybe i do wish you would kiss me more... "
âż IM YEOJIN
ă» doesn't want to embarrass herself but also desperately wants to kiss you, actually really clingy too, pretty much melts under you, really blushy and she doesn't want to be, she seems like the type to like getting kissed all over her face :( " what do you mean my face is red, idk what ur saying... "
[A/N]: i wrote like half of this during a lockdown lol (also everything is fine no need to worry) but yes i hope you enjoyyyyy !!! gonna try to post as much as i can do this week so please stay tuned
(im also really happy with the growth of this blog yall are amazing mwah)
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 Sloth is a state of dejection that leads to spiritual apathy.Â
                    - - ââââË̶àŒË̶ââââ - -
Î pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
Î word count: 6.5k
Î Â summary:Â His company is magmatic, languid and persistent. He is a viscous fire that keeps you on your toes, suspended over the edge. Its static, bubbling up slowly and encompassing all the memories that now felt so far away. Will you stay where its warm and the pleasures are many, or will you cross the threshold heâll tell you isnât there?
ÎÂ Tags: 18+, Yoongi x reader, established relationship, smut, unprotected sex, bathtub sex, fingering(f receiving), daemon au, mind fuck, angst? kinda? -ish, mad quarantine vibes.
Î part: 4Â of 7 of our Seven Deadly Sins Milestone Challenge.
â« Link to Master List here
Π a/n: Hey guys! welcome to chapter 4 of our Seven Deadly Sins series! I hope yall are prepared cuz this one gets.. surreal. Only 3 more sins to go, stay tuned because it only goes deeper from here ;P
-umami~Â
You loved your apartment you had together, you really did. It was cute and cozy, decorated in cool sky blues and pretty white accents. Your couch was lush and cushioned, as well as your bed and all your little bar stools that lined your kitchen nook. Four stools -because there was a time where you were expecting guests.Â
But that didnât matter anymore, you werenât concerned with other people anyway. You could barely remember a time when you could connect with anyone outside of Yoongi. The memories you did have were hazy and dark, you had a feeling that they werenât things you needed to shine a light on. They seemed so out of place with how things felt now. Â
Similarly, there was one thing in your shared apartment that felt out of place. It was something of Yoongiâs from his past. He insisted on keeping it out in the open, right on the coffee table so itâs allure could distract you from your shows. It was an old hourglass. The glass was cloudy, and oxidized copper turned the spokes a textured sea green. It was large, and full of black sand that he told you was volcanic. The strangest part about it was that it was so old that it didnât work anymore. He told you the sand must have sat too long and hardened. That didnât sound possible to you, but you couldnât argue with the results. It stood smack dab in the center of your white coffee table, the portions of black sand evenly distributed inside of each glass bubble. You knew it was important to him, some huge part of his history that he wouldnât elaborate on. But most days to you -it was just an eye sore.Â
Some nights when it was really quiet, you swore you could hear it humming before a single drop of sand would fall.Â
It was rare that anything new would happen in your shared apartment, most days kept the same mindless routine. But tonight you felt particularly hungry for something different. You were out of ideas and inspiration; as usual, but you had a few tricks in finding it again. On nights like these you liked to hang over your balcony ledge and wait for something to strike you.Â
You watched the city lights and the busy cars rushing by. They looked like little toy cars in the distance, all lit up and full of so much urgency that they made your head spin. You figured your own car must have collected dust by now. Maybe the gas had expired and corroded some tricky little fuel lines, or maybe it had been so long that your seat cushions were sprouting daisies. You wished you could check, but the notion was silly. Yoongi would say something like âWhy check on something you never need to use?â Or âWe canât go look even if we wanted to, you know that.â And he would be right. Ever since the front door disappeared there was no way to leave.. -Not that you even wanted to, you had everything you needed here in your cozy sky blue apartment. A fridge that stocked itself, a warm bed, hot water, and your carefree boyfriend to spend all this time with. It was surreal that this was how your life had been for as long as you could grasp, or maybe it was surreal that there was ever a time before this.Â
 But something about the noise from up there was mesmerizing to you. It made you feel less⊠trapped.Â
You felt trapped; somewhere deep down, but you also had this overwhelming feeling of never wanting to leave. Of just wanting to live out the rest of your days in Yoongiâs arms, all cooped up in your cozy little apartment that had two too many stools and a broken hourglass.
 Thinking about it, you remembered that the clockâs never worked right either. You had one that sat above the stove in your kitchen; nothing special, but it was big enough that you could see it from most places in the open apartment. Sometimes you would sit and count the seconds as you watched them tick; because you had more than enough time to be counting seconds, but they never ticked on time. Sometimes they were four seconds off, sometimes seven, other times they ticked backwards or sometimes not at all. You just wanted one clock that could work properly, but Yoongi always said they were useless when you had no schedules to stick to. He was right, but you still wanted a way to keep track of the days, the months, the years. You had no idea how long it had been. It was long enough that anything that happened before felt detached, but not long enough for you to have aged. Or to have gone mad..
You sighed as you watched the little people off in the distance and how they lived their lives so far away from you. You wondered how exciting their lives were out there, and what kinds of places that must be traveling to. Shopping malls, and coffee shops, office buildings and movie theaters. Those things all felt almost imaginary to you know. Â
You started to hear a rustling behind you. You smiled to yourself, you were wondering where he had been. There were only three rooms in your world after all, it was hard not to always bump into each other.Â
He walked up behind you like he often had on nights likes these, and he wrapped his warm arms around you. You relaxed into his embrace, any tenseness and worries you were feeling before melting away like butter in his arms. He kept you close to his chest, his lips starting to leave light kisses and goosebumps along the gentle curve of your neck.Â
You felt enveloped by him, his scent of lavender and cedarwood filling the air around you. You pressed yourself back further into him, pushing yourself off of the ledge. He grasped his hands around your hips, leaning up to kiss at the spot behind your ear.Â
"Do you want to go back inside?" He questioned, and you turned to nuzzle your nose into his neck. You hummed there, thinking about it a little longer. You hadnât been struck with your new idea yet..
âHmm.. Not yet.â You focused on the way his chest rose and fell behind you. Slow and gradual, and you could feel his steady pulse against your lips. Â
âDo you want me to stay? Or am I distracting.â He pulled you in a little tighter when he said that, and he caught the lob of your ear lightly between his teeth before he pulled. You hummed again, very much enjoying the feeling of having him wrapped around you like this. His lips turning soft against your skin. You pressed your hips back into him; just to check something. You chuckled before you replied.
âYou are distracting -But I donât want you to leave. Maybe you can help me?â He was no fool to what you were doing, or to the light playfulness in your voice. He gripped his hands around your hips and pulled your closer, digging his own hips into your back side.Â
âHelp with what? Baby.â His voice was gruff against your ear now, it made you shiver in his clutches. You hummed once more, fighting to keep your mind on track and to not think about how nice his member felt stiffening against your ass.Â
âIâm not sure what we should eat tonight.â
âI can think of a few things.â You giggled at the suggestiveness in his voice, turning around to peck him on the cheek and to scurry your way back inside. The surprised look in his eyes was heartwarming, there was just that little twinge of disappointment that youâd gotten away from him so soon. He shook his head a little, moving his soft black hair out of his eyes.Â
âIâm serious! Iâm tired of eating the same old things, I wanna try something new!â You skipped up into your kitchen as you yelled back to him, knowing full well that he would follow you.Â
âLike what?â He asked, stopping half way into the living room, between the couch, and the hourglass.Â
âIâm not sure.. That's what I need your help for.â You gleamed, stepping across the tiles to spin your stools out of restlessness.Â
âWell.. Lets see.â He thought aloud as he sat himself down, staring into the murky glass as he searched for an idea. âWhat do we have to work with?â
âIt seems like I eventually find everything I ever need.. So.. I guess the options are endless!â You chimed, moving to rummage through your cabinets.Â
âIâm not sure if I remember any dishes you donât already make..â You frowned at that. That's what you were afraid of, it was an excuse he had for a lot of things. But you understood because you were beginning to feel the same way.
âReally?? Didnât you use to travel a lot? You must know so many more things I could try than I do." He scrunched his brows, his eyes falling back on that old hourglass again.
âYeah but.. That was a long time ago, I donât remember." He paused, turning back to you with a sparkle in his eyes. "Why donât you make that fancy pasta of yours and weâll add something new?â you lent him a weak smile, not wanting to dampen his excitement even though his idea wasn't exactly what you were looking for.. And you knew where this was going.Â
âNew like what?â He paused again, his eyes going wide as he tried to recall something from the back of his mind.
âI'm not sure, calamari?â You hummed and nodded at his idea as you watched him slowly racking his brain.
âIâve done that.â It hurt a little to give him the bad news, but it was true. You'd made pasta with calamari within the last few weeks.Â
âWhat about shrimp?â You nodded along again this time before u sent the blow.
âIâve done that too.â His eyebrows furrowed, and you knew he was trying so hard to think of something fresh and new. It wasn't his fault he couldn't remember, you knew that. You turned away, walking up to dig through your fridge. Sometimes inspiration came to you in there, especially if you opened and closed it enough times..Â
âBroccoli?â You sighed, spotting the broccoli tucked away in the vegetable crisper just as he said it. âThat too..â You were thinking about giving up and just making something you always make when he popped up beside you suddenly and slammed his hands on the counter like he'd just thought of the best thing.
âWhat about⊠all together? Have you tried that yet?â You stopped, turning back to him with the chill of the refrigerator still cooling the room.
âI haven't, do you think that would be good?â His smile was warm and confident as he looked at you. It was calming, just as his presence always was.Â
âI think anything you ever cook is good baby, but let me know if you want an assistant. You know Iâm always here for you.â
~~
The pasta turned out alright, just like he said. It was ready, but he had gone missing again like he sometimes did. It was strangely endearing that he could always find a quiet place to himself in such a small space. You called for him with little luck, so you started to look for him. There were only two other rooms so there werenât many places for him to be hiding, but somehow he stumped you every time.
You started your way down the narrow hallway, your old hall light flickering above you. You were headed towards your bedroom door on the right when you noticed something strange you didnât remember being there. Another door? This one on the left side just adjacent to your bedroom. You swore that wasnât there.. You had no broom closets, and the bathroomâs only entrance was through the bedroom. This was.. New. Even though it looked very old. Cracked and missing paint setting it in high contrast against the rest of your apartment. There was no way it was something you could have just overlooked. It was.. strange, and you felt your heart beginning to race as you came closer to it. Had your memory really gotten so bad that youâd forgotten a whole other room..? You were beginning to not trust yourself.. To not trust your reality. Something had always seemed unusual here but Yoongi could always calm those thoughts away from you.. But Yoongi wasnât here.Â
You pressed your ear to the misplaced door; timidly, seeing if you could hear anything on the other side. Maybe it held a water heater? Or the electrical system? You thought, pulling strings to just make sense of it. You heard a clicking inside, and some very faint humming. Neither of which calmed your nerves.
âYoongi..!?â You called again, hoping that he could hear you from wherever he was and that he could come calm your racing heart, and maybe inform you on what you had forgotten.Â
âIâm in here! -The door is open!â He answered finally, but his answer didnât help you any. His voice sounded from inside the room and it only made you feel more out of your wits.Â
You fought with your anxieties as you slowly placed your hand around the rusty door knob. It was hot to the touch.. You turned it; slowly, peering inside the room to look for traces of him.Â
It was dark inside, that hum growing louder now that the door couldnât keep it contained. Your eyes grew wide as you tried to adjust them to the darkness.Â
âYoongi?..â You could see piles of books littered around the room, and old computer parts. Dusty equipment and piles of old trinkets you could barely identify. Everything seemed to be painted in a thick layer of dust, dirty cobwebs connecting each pile to another. The smell was.. Old, stale. Like the room hadn't seen fresh air in millennia. But despite all you could see in the room, you hadnât seen him yet.Â
âOver here!â You heard him, his warm voice slowing your heart rate; if even just a little, as you darted your eyes along the darkness in search of him. There was something large and black at the end of the room, textured and bumpy. You traced your eyes up from the bottom of it, following along with how the light hit it from behind. On your way up you saw big black feathers, hundreds of them, old but beautiful. And then they moved.. Flexing straight out to the sides like something worrisome preparing for flight. You began to tremble but you couldnât pull your eyes away, you kept them on their slow path up reaching features that startled you. Itâs face.. You knew that face; you loved that face. But it was corrupted here, scaled and frightening with gleaming diamond blue eyes. It smiled at you and you recognized that look and the love in those icy eyes.Â
You screamed. You didnât understand, you couldnât. You needed things to halt, to stop. You remembered you had seen him like that before.. Maybe often.. Maybe he always looked like that.Â
Yoongi.Â
You turned away from the room, slamming the door and pressing your back against it.Â
You..
What were you doing?Â
âLooking for Yoongi.â You thought. You saw your bedroom door in front of you and you walked up and opened it not even questioning why your heart was racing so hard. You flipped the light switch on and peered around in search of him, to no avail. A moment later he startled you, coming up and hugging you from behind.
âHey, is dinner done already? I could have helped.â You shivered, spinning around with a sudden urge to see his face. His kind brown eyes greeted you, his sweet smile proving contagious.Â
âIt was just pasta, and it's not like I was making it from scratch.â You hugged him, resting your cheek on his shoulder and feeling your heart calm to its usual speed.Â
âHave you tried that yet? Maybe that could be something fun we could try together next time.â You blinked, looking up at him in surprise.Â
â..I havenât. I love that idea though, but Iâm not sure I know how-â
âIâm sure I have a cookbook that will tell us somewhere. Wanna try it tomorrow? We could make lasagna.â You giggled, basking in his enthusiasm.Â
âItâs a date.â A date, you had forgotten about those until you said it. Was anything in this apartment ever really a date when you could never leave..? You reached something deep in your mind then, the taste of rich aged wine, the taste of cream and sugar, laughter.. Images of unspeakable things. Things that excited you. He noticed the change in your demeanor; you could tell when something moved behind his eyes, but he hid it well.Â
âA date. -Hey.. I know youâve seemed a little restless lately, why donât we try something different?â You stepped back from him to get a good read on his face, your head tilting to the side.
âWhat do you mean?â He smirked at you.
âI have an idea, Iâll show you after dinner.âÂ
~~
He didnât want you to know what he had planned yet. He kissed you sweetly after dinner, spinning in his stool and scurrying over to your small wine case. He grabbed a bottle; one he had been saving, along with two glasses before he dashed down the hall into your shared bedroom. A quick shout of âDonât peek till it's ready!! And donât worry about the dishes!â before he was out of sight.Â
You felt a little lost now, impatient with nothing to hold your focus. You spun around to look over at your balcony again, the white curtains fluttering in the wind. It was picking up, the doors starting to flex and sway back and forth. You stared at them a good while before you decided it might be time to shut them for the night. You made it over to close them softly, giving a quiet âgoodnightâ to the outside world before you shut your curtains.Â
He startled you again, this time you didnât even hear him before his hand was pulling yours to follow him through the apartment and back down the hall. He was in such a hurry and it was unusual for him, but this kind of spontaneity was what you felt like you were missing. He dragged you through the bedroom, a giddiness in his stature. He rounded you past the bed and led you to face the closed door of your bathroom. You giggled.
âWhat did you do?âÂ
âHush, youâll see. One things first though.âÂ
âHmm?âÂ
He grazed his hands against your waist, pulling your shirt up enough for you to get the hint. You reached to lift the flimsy fabric up and over your head, and he gently fisted your hair in his hand to help you get it out of the way. He released his fist, letting your hair fall messely over your bare shoulders. You heard him fiddling to throw his own shirt over his head from behind you, he was fast and it was no time before his hands were back around your waist, lowering their way down to your hips where he tucked his thumbs under the waistband. He released a hand from the task, bringing the free one up to rub along your stomach and up over your ribs. He glided it up until the tips of his fingers were teasing under your bra. He leaned down to kiss your neck again like he did before, only this time there was no escaping the heat he made you feel.
 âI think youâll like the surprise, Itâs nothing special but.-â
â-Iâm assuming thereâs warm water and us both naked involved, Iâm pretty sure Iâll love it.â You teased, hastily working to pull the rest of your clothes off faster than he was going. Despite your wiggling to get your pants all the way off of your ankles, he still had his hands all over you. And once you were up right again he was already pulling you back into his bare chest. You wrapped your arms loosely over his shoulder as his hands coyly wandered down to rest on your ass. You smirked at his behavior, pushing away from him to finally work his pants down since he was stalling. He grinned, taken a little off guard, but he complied when you needed him too.Â
He kicked them over, finally, and then for the second time that night he did something you werenât expecting. He spun you around, pressing you tits first against the closed door. You gasped at the sudden cold against your nipples, and then groaned when you felt him grind his hips hard against your ass. He kept a hand on your hip, pulling them back so your ass remained up in the air where he wanted it. You braced your hands on the door, shivering when you felt his nails lightly tracing the curve of your spine. You could feel his length hard between your thighs as he dug his hips into you, and then he curled over to kiss at your shoulders, brushing your hair out of the way as he did so.Â
â-I want you wet before I dip you in the water.â He whispered, his voice sinful against your spine. He traced his other hand back around your waist and down your abdomen, he twisted his wrist and curled his fingers against your heat. He spread your lower lips with his pointer and middle fingers, sliding them back and slowly dipping the tips shallowly into your entrance.
âIâm there-â You gasped.
âYeah you are..â He pushed both fingers all the way in as he spoke, pressing the heel of his hand against your heat as your mouth opened wide in a sigh. The hand around your hip reached around to squeeze the tender flesh of your ass and you could feel yourself clenching hard around his fingers. He chuckled before he pulled them out and stepped back to give you room to breath.Â
âYou can peek now.â You paused a moment to collect yourself before slowly opening the door.Â
It was warm and welcoming inside the bathroom, golden candlelight flickering and casting a subtle glow around the whole room and the white tile from every corner. You smiled at the two glasses of wine he had placed on the porcelain edge of the tub, one glass already half empty.Â
The tub was full, a thick layer of sudds coating the surface with steam you could see coming up from where you were standing. He passed you, patting your shoulder before he walked up to place himself in the water. You watch him as he lowered himself, there was a shadow larger than him that followed. Two great fluttering masses that shifted and flickered in the candle light. He locked eyes with you, tilting his head in a question.
âAre you coming?âÂ
âUm -Of course.â You shook it off, bounding over to test the water. He watched you curiously with his back against the porcelain, you dipping your fingers in to make sure it wasn't too hot. -And it wasnât, just somewhere in between warm and scalding. You stepped in slowly, turning your back to him. He reached his hands up to grasp your hips out of instinct, helping you lower in and rest yourself against his steaming chest. Your hips nestled between his legs. You sighed, allowing all of your inhibitions to wash away in the water. He brushed your hair aside, hot water sliding off his arms and against your skin as he handed you a glass of wine. You took the glass from him, watching his hands as they moved in front of you. He took his own glass and brought his other arm hot across your shoulders.Â
âWe should make a toast.âÂ
âTo what?â You questioned.
â.. To longer days, and new ideas.â You smiled and scrunched your nose up at his toast, clinking your glass with his. âAnd lots of wine.â You added, taking a sip from your glass. It tasted rich and full, but there was something very familiar about it. You glanced over the side of the tub in search of the bottle. You picked it up to read the label after setting your glass back down on the edge. Laveyan vineyards.
âThis is the stuff youâve been saving, right?â He hummed, the vibrations penetrating through you and making you shiver.Â
âYeah, it's from an old friend. I thought it was finally time..â You gleamed, feeling honored he would crack something open from so long ago just because you had been feeling stuck. âDo you like it?" You took another sip, slower and more this time. âYeah, something about it is really unique.â Or maybe it was just such a contrast to the same old brand you had usually been drinking from, you werenât sure.Â
You continued taking slow slips of wine, letting the subtle haze fill your senses while his hands slowly roamed your body. He liked to take his time in everything, making sure to graze his fingertips along every inch of your body. Down your arms, and between your fingers, and then back up and along your collar bones. His hands stayed so hot in contrast to the cold air as it battled to suck away the warmth on your skin. You shivered when he dipped his fingers between your breasts and along your sternum. You watched him graze his knuckles against your ribs, making little thumps and waves in the water with every pass. And then he was gliding them back up to tickle along the underside of your breasts. You sighed, leaning up into his touch just hoping he would speed up a little. He chuckled at your desperation, kissing the side of your head before his hand dipped below the surface. You flinched when he suddenly grabbed your thigh, and flinched again when you heard him slamming his glass down on the edge of the tub. He grabbed you around the shoulders firmly this time, his arm like hot steel. You could feel his breath on your neck as you stretched it back for him, and your eyes started to roll back when you felt his sharp teeth grave against your skin. You shivered under the weight of him, the shadows in the room growing along with your anticipation. The shadows felt like eyes on you, and you were thrumming under them. You skin alight, your legs trembling. He had distracted you fully with his teeth and then his lips, youâd forgotten the hand he left idly around your thigh. His hand moved, and then his fingers curled back against your heat just as his breathy lips reached your ear.Â
âShould I make you wait?â He teased, his hand reaching up to grip hot digits around your jaw. He tilted your head to the side more, and sucked sloppy kisses into your pulse point. You melted into him, moaning as you felt his fingers dip easily inside of you. He dipped them in slowly, letting you really enjoy the stretch as the feeling melded with the sensation he was giving you on your neck. He sucked hard, grazing his tongue against the skin before he would dig his sharp teeth in. He had your head spinning already, and the steam and wine were only helping your dazed state. Youâd forgotten he asked you something entirely when he curled his fingers up inside of you, the pads of them grazing that spongy spot inside of you that made you see stars. He barely moved them, lightly rubbing his fingertips back and forth and holding you as you started to sigh and tremble.Â
âHow long do you think youâll last?â His lips vibrated against your skin as he spoke, but you didnât have an answer. He added more pressure on that spot inside of you, angling his fingers away to the point where you could feel the hot water starting to mix with your slick as it entered you. He released your jaw to grope at your breasts again, and you head fell back to dribble against his shoulder. You wanted him to do more, to move more, to fuck you with his fingers like it was a competition. But this slow languid pace was something he was an expert at, speeding to the finish line would be so much less fun. Besides, you loved it when he toyed with you like this, when he touched and teased you for hours until all of your senses were screaming, and every touch was fire. The orgasms he could give you.. They would rip right through you, and they lasted so long. You could feel them start, could feel time slowing as every muscle in your body tensed up and sent shock waves against your skin. One by one, you could almost count the muscles clenching if you werenât too dazed in ecstasy to think.Â
He uncurled his fingers, sinking them back inside you to the knuckles where he rested them. You huffed, rolling your head over to hide your face in his neck. He chuckles again, the soft sound bouncing against the walls before he pulled his fingers from you entirely. He tipped your face up to press his lips against your own. You could taste the wine on him, the scent of lavender still heavy on his skin. You reached up to cup his face as he kissed you, moving it shortly to thread into his hair. He licked your lips, testing his teeth against them before slipping his tongue into your mouth. You hummed into him, sliding your silken muscle against his own. You felt him sigh into you, a gasp leaving his lips as your tongue tickled his inner cheek. He grew hungrier as he continued, gradually leaning into you and kissing you as deeply as he could at such a tight angle.Â
You could feel his cock twitching against your back now, it pulsed thickly behind you. You were trying not to think so much about it being so close because thinking about it only ever made it harder for you to be patient.Â
Thankfully tonight he had other plans -mid kiss he gripped both hands around your hips and lifted you up. You gasped into his mouth, flailing your hands out to catch the sides of the tub. You felt your hand tipping your glass over before you could stop yourself, you heard it shatter on the floor but neither of you let that stop you, his lips now locked against your shoulders. You felt him letting one of your hips go to reach down up under you now that you could help with your balance. He started to line himself up with your entrance, letting himself go and helping you to ease down onto him. You sunk down slowly, the water making waves that kissed against your thighs from all the movement. You could sink down fast, but he had you trained so well, you knew he would stop you. His strong hands would be holding you back; hell, he might have even pulled himself out and made you wait longer. You only lowered yourself down as quickly as he would allow, his strong arms still keeping you steady.
The stretch was almost painful, the blunt head of his cock pushing stiffly into you. The water helped, it eased the slight burn that every new inch deeper he entered you would bring. You hissed, angling your hips when you felt the head of his cock slide past that spot inside of you. He started to groan, a low sound that shook the air. You parted your lips and let your head fall back, just enjoying the moment.
He pulled you down harder once you were reaching closer to his base, and then he thrust into you hard. You were so unbelievable full of him, his cock wholey nestled and pressing against every soft spot inside of you, his head pressed flush against your cervix. Your walls were fluttering and squelching, struggling to hold his full girth.Â
âLean back baby.â His voice was strained as he spoke, but he kept the pitch steady. You leaned back, trying to relax your shoulders against his chest and the cold rim of the tub. You were already gasping in rhythm with the waves, and your clenching cunt.Â
He lifted your hips back up, keeping your weight tilted back at your shoulders. You groaned at the way he slipped half way out of you, your feet catching on the edges of the tub to help keep you from falling. He slapped his hips back into yours a moment later when you werenât expecting it. You moaned and gripped the tub so hard your knuckles were turning white. Before you could catch a breath he was slamming in and out of you again, the water splashing up around you and onto the floor with the force of his thrusts. He kept his pace steady, slamming his cock against that spot inside of you that made you shudder. You moaned and whined, his name on your lips. Sweet like the wine. You werenât use to this from him, this force, this speed. You shivered thinking about how sweet and fresh he was being for you tonight.Â
You hung a leg over the ledge to giving him more leverage and an easier angle. He groaned, his pace gradually rising. You whimpered.
âShit -s-shit.â Â
He grunted, his face falling forward as the feelings consumed him.Â
You felt the air growing warmer, smelt something like sulfur sneaking its way into the sweetened aroma. You focused on keeping your eyes open, watching the water as it splashed, watching Yoongiâs hips moving up from beneath you. You noticed those shadows again, the twin black masses from before. They started to span out around you, the one against the wall stretching forward. For a moment it grew crisper, jagged and smooth around its many edges. The one that crept around your left side fluttered before you, stretching and curling above you as the other strained itself against the wall, pushing the now unlit candles that sat against the edge into the water. It beat itself against the wall, like it was struggling in rhythm with Yoongiâs thrusts.Â
You werenât scared.. A part of you knew that they had always been there. The shadows at Yoongiâs back.
His pace started to waver as he was losing himself. He was close, and so were you. You closed your eyes again, feeling smooth feathers as they tickled your skin, his sharp nails as they dug deep into your thighs. And finally that cord inside of you snapped. You moaned out, your voice pitching higher and cracking at its peak. Each wave of pleasure hit with a lead weight, threatening to consume you fully with every pass. You felt him Struggling to fuck up into you, struggling to keep you at the right angle. You used what little leverage you had to bounce yourself against him, feeling his cum starting to coat your plush walls. Every sound that escaped his lips was something beautiful, something you would treasure as long as you could.
He slowed, finally, near dropping you as he felt exhaustion taking over. You sighed, basking in the afterglow. You could still see his wings, and you were happy this time. They were beautiful and intricate, shinny from the water. You reached out to touch one of them hoping for once that this was real. The feathers quivered against your fingertips.
âY/n?â He sounded startled, his voice still raspy and low. âCan you see them?..â His arms wrapped around you again as you ran a finger against the edge of one of the feathers.Â
âYeah.. â It swayed then, bending and flexing inward before fluttering in around you. You felt his head drop against your shoulder just as you felt his wings tighten around the both of you. You felt so safe in his embrace, loved. But you remembered something else, something that jolted you back up. The wings parted way for you quickly, disappearing back into the shadows as smoothly as they came.
You had to check before you forgot again.Â
You rushed out of the tub, paying little attention to the glass on the floor. You felt sharp cuts blooming on your soles but they only made you move faster. You snatched your robe off the door and ran as quick as you could down the hall. That strange door on the left was there.. But what about the front door?
You heard him shouting after you, heard the water as he rushed out of the bath to follow you. But he wasnât quick enough, you made it. Just in front of the front door you thought for so long wasnât there. It was just a lie, a glamour. This whole time you could have walked right out and you never knew.
âY/n! Wait!â Your hand was already on the knob, your other holding your robe closed. You looked back at him with shock in your eyes. Before you stood the creature from before, the one with the diamond eyes and the face you loved.Â
âY/n.. if you leave Iâll never see you again.â You felt the pain in his voice and the weight of his words. But the exit you had been longing for was right there.Â
âCome with me?â You pleaded, you wanted so badly for him to come. You werenât sure what he was; you were barely sure who he was, but you knew his heart and you wanted him to escape this place just as much as you wanted to leave it.Â
âI canâtâ He sounded so defeated as he stepped forward, the dark image of him fading and revealing the man you were use to.Â
âWhat- why? The door is right here Yoongi! Let's leave this place! We can go anywhere we want!â You fought him, your hand still firmly gripped around the door handle because you were scared if it wasnât it would disappear again. You reached your other hand to him, but he wouldnât take it.Â
âI canât y/n. The door isnât there for me, I canât see it.. Itâs just a wall, it's always only been a wall.âÂ
âIf it's just a wall then how did I get here? How did we meet?â He shook his head, shivering and then glancing back to his hourglass.
âI canât remember.â He turned back. âAnd I canât make you stay-â
âIâll come back for you.â You stated, and a timid smile greeted you. âIâll bring the whole building down if I have to.â He only nodded, turning his gaze to the floor.Â
âYeah.. Iâll be here.â You huffed, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him closer so that you could peck him on the lips. You werenât going to make this a goodbye, because it wasnât.  Â
You opened the door quickly and stepped out, letting it close quietly behind you.
You..
What were you doing?
#bts smut#yoongi smut#yoongi x reader#bts demon au#seven deadly sins series#bts imagines#admin umami#namfine
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This is such a cute idea! Iâm addicted to making weirdly specific Spotify playlists so this is perfect. I have an âšeclecticâš music taste but my favorites are usually bedroom pop (mxmtoon, chloe moriondo, khai dreams, etc), romantic classical (think Debussy and Revel), and indie (although I like some Megan Thee Stallion, AC/DC, Nirvana, etc when Iâm hyping myself up). As far as my personality goes, Iâm pretty insightful and like to support people whenever I can, even if I donât know them well. I can be a little chaotic sometimes, but I like to think itâs a chaotic good. I love tea, blankets, philosophy, deep conversations, the outdoors, and writing. Iâm also an INFP and a Taurus :)
Sorry if that was too much, thank you so much! Take care of yourself and stay well
- Elle ÊâąáŽ„âąÊ
( @snoozless ) you donât understand how bad i want to be your friend. đđ ok so you kind of get bonus đ but it rly might not be bonus because akfjakdkw. so, i gave you matsukawa!! but heâs not always like revered about so if u want a character lmk!! i am. in love w him tho. youâre so sweet you would balance him out and yall would be equally chaotic together.
he would have philosophical questions w u!! he might just be a little blunt & might accidentally cut the convo short, but he would listen to everything you said.
heâs used to a wide variety of music bc iâm convinced the seijoh playlists are absolutely fucking cracked like so loud. so he really could sit there and listen to anything. and i mean ANYTHING. like if you wanted to put on christian rock heâd awkwardly try to tap his foot on beat for you.
but, that doesnât mean heâs gonna geek over you i feel like heâd be pretty private about the relationship. heâs not like secretive but heâs not gonna post you every two seconds yknow? he wouldnt put prom photos, but if yall went to look at the stars or go on a little hike heâd take a pic and youre wearing baggy sweats and one of his shirts and your hair isnt brushed for shit and itâs way too dark to properly make your face out and heâd put that shit on his main absolutely đ
this man would be the kind of mf to look up his âcrushâsâ zodiac just for shits & giggles, so if he randomly knows a taurus fact, donât question it<3 (he looked up your compatibility and he will take that to the grave)
issei is an infp idc. so yall got that in common.
heâs genuinely so pretty.
bc i took so long, iâm going to put descriptions for all the songs i love you thanks for requesting sorry for taking forever iâll link the playlist and list the songs<3
1. silly girl- chloe moriondo
okay while this song is actually kinda sad, i think tHIS is pretty cute. issei comes off as this intimidating guy, and the more you get to know him the more you forget ab this idea of him you had or whatever? like the lyrics âi made him perfect, cause i wanted him to beâ are really prominent in the point iâm tryna make because like even tho the lyric is obviously sad bitch shit, music is up for interpretation and this is like âhello ok he actually a real mf and shiiit maybe he coolđââ
2. nice boys- TEMPOREX
kinda sad. i donât care how unemotional he might act, everyone has shit that brings them down. PLUS HES A PISCES THERES NO WAY HES NOT SAD SOMETIMES. this song just really taps into insecurities for him, and the song just gets under his skin in like a very therapeutic way. also âbecause heâs a piscesâ some of his emotions are super intense so the âbecause he cares too muchâ line hits him fuckin hard
3. IV. sweatpants- childish gambino
this is some shit he listens to more with his team, absolutely. no doubt they blare this shit during weekly practice. but, he really really likes the song. so, when youâre hanging out and he has the aux? itâs one of the first ones he puts on. you two jam to it together. heâll come up w dumb little dances to fit with certain lyrics (stole some of them from oikawa and hanamaki, but he wonât tell you)
4. you get me so high- the neighbourhood
okay unfortunately i must say him and hanamaki get fuckin faded in empty fields at two am all trashy like. but they make it look good idc. and if you smoke, cool, if you donât he does not care. he always associated getting high with,,, getting high and everytime he listened to this song it just was one of his getting blazed jams, but now heâs got like a different kinda âeuphoricâ feel with loving you? like i said this bitch is a pisces even if he doesnât overwhelm you with affection, he thinks ab you 24/7
5. 80âs makeout session- dacelynn
thIS SONG IS SO CUTE. but itâs p self explanatory. in love and also spare a kiss pls
6. can i call you tonight- dayglow
i feel like actually coming to terms with genuine feelings for someone would be kind of weird for issei. like no offense, but he sees it as kind of a pain in the ass. i genuinely think he would be someone to put his all into work or a task in front of him. heâs super intuitive, and constantly uses it to be better. whether itâs in volleyball or like cremating ppl i guess (HE WORKS INA FUNERAL HOME POST TIME SKIP IF U DIDNT KNOW). and itâs the same in relationships, but itâs also harder because he canât have this complete clear head because you make his brain go kinda fuzzy. so, this song is like his little way of expressing that even tho he was like âinternally conflictedâ this mf chose to go for it and thatâs how much u mean to him
7. clair de lune, L. 32- claude debussy
iâm gonna be fucking honest with you. even though heâll listen to anything, i really donât think this man is looking up âclassical romance study tunesâ playlists in his free time. he definitely enjoys the music, but thatâs only if someone points it out to him. and heâs listened to you talk about it before, and watched you as you heard the piano and gauged your reactions and thought u were pretty cute heâs not gonna lieđŒ. so he definitely just looked up classical romance and picked the first recommended song and added it on there. heâll dance w you a lil bit, but it wouldnât be that quiet, intimate slow dancing in the dark you think would come w this song. itd just be a little sway as he hugs you from behind while you get water, or he twirls you once randomly with a laugh UGH I LOVE HIM
8. like real people do- hozier
ok. this one was fun for me. idc. double meaning lol. so this song is literally about two dead bodies in a bog and ,,, and he works in a funeral home PLS LMAOFJAJDJA I THINK THATS SO FUCKING FUNNY AND SO DOES HE. but also this song literally is my idea of love. this is my idea of love. and yall listen to it, with your stupid little death joke, but he looks at you and heâs just like âohâ. yknow? YKNOW?
9. BS- still woozy
like i said, i think he puts a lot into work. and he literally plays for a powerhouse school thereâs no way he doesnât practice a lot. so that means thereâs a lot of time where heâs physically not there and definitely canât text, because heâs trying to improve. and while he wouldnât stop volleyball for someone else, he understands that you are like super amazing for being so Cool with him not being the most available. the song just reminds him of how compassionate you are and also he does miss u when heâs at practice YKNOW?
10. i <3 u- boy pablo
this one made me so fucking soft ew. ok. this song reminds him of you so so much. heâs totally okay being vulnerable with you? and even though he has pretty heightened emotions, heâs never felt like so strongly for smth other than like ??? volleyball and caring ab his siblings (BUT HE FEELS DIFFERENT FOR U THAN HE DOES FOR A VOLLEYBALL AND HIS SIBLINGS PLEASEđ). HE LUVVVVV YOU
11. heart-shaped box- nirvana
so many reasons. for one, simply fucking JAM. yall would scream this on a drive. if you ever got drunk together, this would be the first song you play. also, little lyrics remind you of each other. (the pisces lyric in the first and third verse, and even tho the flowers arenât being used in a sweet sense in the song he does remember talking ab flowers w u, and now any flower is mentioned and heâs like âah yes. my girlfriend.â)
12. pluto projector- rex orange county
FUCK. FUCK THIS SONG. GOD. NO. LIKE HE REALIZES HEâS IN LOVE WITH YOU WITH THIS SONG. HE T E L L S YOU HEâS IN LOVE WITH YOU WITH THIS SONG. the first time, he just sends you the name of it like âpluto projector <3â and you listen and itâs so sweet and ur like ayo turn this shit up. and he adds it to your playlist, which definitely gets a smile from you. and then one night like two weeks later youre just laying together, and heâs running his fingers through his hair and he pulls away for a second to grab his phone and he turns the song on and you just listen to it in silence and itâs so fucking intimate. and heâs just like âi donât think iâve ever related to a song moreâ and you think heâs making a joke so you tell him to shut up (also jokingly) and he just laughs and itâs dark in his room and heâs playing with your hair again and he just goes âgod, if youâre telling me to shut up over that i donât even want to imagine how youâre gonna react when i tell you i love youâ and itâs right around 3:10 in the song iâm literally so gone for him. bye you cry and try to hide it but he can tell HES PERCEPTIVE
13. i wanna be yours- arctic monkeys
okay for one, itâs a good song. itâs a song he absolutely letâs play in the background, just to cover the static lol. but also? ALSO? THE TITLE APPLIES TO YOU THE FUCK? itâs as if,,, heâs whipped,,
14. supermassive black hole- muse
hanamaki prolly showed him this song, and itâs one of his vibe songs. he will do falsetto while singing it if heâs in a really good mood and it just makes everyone laugh, including himself. it actually kind of grosses him out, because this song used to literally just be a song he would aimlessly go hard to but NOW his little bitch ass is like âyou set my soul alightâ? i guess i relate and âoh baby, iâm a fool for youâ well, surely iâm not a fool but yea i get you muse sing it. itâs so gross. at this point he wants one thing that doesnât make him think of you, just to prove that heâs not that gone, but he struggling
15. desperado- rhianna
iâm sorry to say it but this song makes him feel like a bad bitch LMAOOOOO. like if heâs ever getting pregame jitters or anything, he will just play this song. whether itâs on the speaker or in his headphones, he puts this shit on full volume and gets a lil too cocky LOL. this is also on the main seijoh playlist no doubt. he wants to share his bad bitch song w you, so you can aLSO feel like a bad bitch?? dUH
IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT BABES! IF YOU WANT ANY OF THE SONGS CHANGED (or even the character) LMK!! UR AMAZING ur so sweet it makes me ill
#haikyuu#haikyuu playlists#ikigaitooru playlists#matsukawa issei#mastukawa x reader#matsukawa playlist#haikyuu x reader
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Aces in Spaces Chapter 16
OH MY GOD HAVE YALL SEEN THE BAD BATCH TRAILER????????
Roman and Erica have been dating about 2 years now and are having dinner at Romanâs.
Tags: @sunshinepascal @rentskenobi @maybege @obaby-wan @princessxkenobi @agent-450
You can listen to the song Roman plays here (He doesnât sing it because I donât believe Ewan has ever sung this song but its still extremely soft).
Masterlist
Theyâre washing dishes together at his house after having had dinner again (despite the fact heâd insisted the dishwasher worked fine). Sheâd picked up the sponge and he couldnât have that so it became a team effort, and Ericaâs been quieter all night but seems to have finally gathered herself, taking a deep breath before saying,
âSo, the lease on my apartment will be up soon.â
Roman pauses his scrubbing mid-stroke, sponge still in hand and purses his lips. Heâd rolled the sleeves of his button down before starting and he shoves them up a little higher with the back of his wrists while he thinks. A beat passes before he responds.
âAre you um, are you going to look at other places?â His eyes never leave the plate and he begins scrubbing again, if all she wants is a normal conversation, he can do that (never mind that heâs jumping up and down on the inside at the possibility of what she could actually be asking about).
âWell,â she starts softly, resuming her own chore of drying the silverware before walking around behind him to place it in the drawer. âI thought Iâd see if there was anywhere you recommended.â She responds with a shrug before continuing. âYou being a boss an all, figured youâd know.â
He licks his lips before gnawing on the bottom one. Sheâs doing to him what he usually does to her, teeing it up for him to say what he wants, make the offer, or say he doesnât like something. He begins to understand why she gets frustrated by it at times.
âWell um, I heard, from, somewhereâ He begins, knowing heâs bumbling, âThere might be an open room here. Pure speculation though.â
The plate heâs holding was clean at least six passes of the sponge back but itâs something to focus on and he isnât going to give it up. Until sheâs slowly pulling it from his grasp, that is.
She rinses it, hands firm but constantly moving, eyes sliding his direction at least four times before the suds disappear.
Erica reaches for the towel again before speaking, she attempts to start out jokingly, but her tone stays mostly serious despite her best effort. âAny specific tenet youâre hoping for?â
Roman throws caution to the wind, taking the plate and towel from her hands and setting it on the counter before grabbing both her hands and leaning in to look her deeply in the eyes.
âIf youâre thinking about moving in with me please do, Iâve never felt about anyone the way I do about you. All that time ago when you said romantic attraction was wanting to slow dance with someone in the kitchen in the morning? Rarely does a morning go by I donât think of it, wish you were here so I could hold you in bed instead of holding the car door for Butch to take you home.â He pauses, wanting to clarify something else, squeezing her hands a little tighter.
âI know men think of moving in together as a step away from marriage, I read about it, but Iâve never been more sure I want to marry you. Iâve known since I first laid eyes on you.â
Sheâs barely moved all through his speech, mouth falling open somewhere in the middle and he thinks sheâs closed it a few times but itâs open again and he has another thought in the meantime.
âAnd yes maybe Butch getting ready to get married has made me think of it more but you donât have to answer me now, and we donât have to think of it as a step toward that if you donât want to. I still want you to always feel safe with me andââ
She cuts him off with a kiss to his cheek, soft, slow, lingering, and he nearly melts.
Erica pulls away and smiles kindly, âI, I wanted to kiss you, but I want to have this conversation too, can we, can we sit in the living room?â
He nods, breathing deeply, and never letting go of her hands, leads her to the living room.
They both sit down facing each other and for a moment Roman is thrown back in time to when sheâd sat on this same couch and come out to him. How worried and afraid sheâd been and how much more comfortable she is around him now. Heâs so in love with her.
She speaks first. âIâd like to address the comment about loving me more than anyone else first because, thatâs very easily explained.â
He frowns but gestures for her to continue when she seems to be wanting permission.
âIâm undoubtedly much taller than anyone youâve ever loved before, so thereâs more room.â
She says it as if sheâd just informed him that the sky was blue, and would always be so, as if questioning it was a silly thing to do.
âAnd you already know why I will always love you more.â She carries on in the same sincere yet jovial tone. âBecause Iâm bigger, I have more capacity.â
Now she sounds like sheâs explaining something to a five-year-old (still very kind, but still leaving no room for contradiction) and he forces himself to look away before giving in and snorting with laughter.
âThatâs ridiculous!â
âNo it isnât! Itâs perfectly scientifically sound!â
He barks out a laugh before looking back to her, prepping a snappy comeback, only to see her throw her head back to laugh and completely forget it in favor of smiling like an idiot in admiration of her.
She laughs a little longer before realizing sheâs laughing alone and she sighs softly, smiling down at their joined hands in her lap before she speaks again.
âI have thought about moving in with you, but the lease isnât up for a few months so we can both have time to think about it if we want.â
âI donât have much to consider, Iâve wanted you away from that part of town for a while now, getting to have you all to myself is a bonus.â
She fixes him with a look, âThat is a perfectly decent part of town and you know it, I ought to renew the lease just to spite you!â She spits her tongue at him to top off her good-natured teasing and he blows a raspberry at her before they again start conversing like adults.
âYou could always sleep over a few times.â He drops his eyes to their hands and starts drawing lines on hers to distract himself, âSee how you like it. See that I really am as insufferable as Butch says.â
She smacks his arm before pausing and running her hand along it soothingly, eyes taking on a far-away look as they follow the movement. âYouâre not insufferable.â
Itâs said quietly, but Roman hears it anyway, and covers the hand thatâs resting on his bicep as he considers it. âNext month maybe?â
âI was thinking next Friday.â
He looks up to her face startled, before looking down again and blinking quickly. âAfter the support group?â
âI thought we could go together like always, and Iâll just come back hereâ She says with a shrug, âI donât work Friday nights anymore.â
Roman smiles at the floor, he wonders if she told the elderly man she works for at the bookstore that she needed them off or if heâd decided that himself.
âThat sounds fineâ he finally manages, âSnacks? Movie?â
She nods, and he finally looks back at her, reaching out to cradle her cheek in his palm gently and leaning forward slightly to let her close the space between them. She pushes her forehead to his and he smiles cheekily. Sheâs left him an opening.
âI love you more.â
âYou and your smart mouth.â She says exasperatedly, rolling her eyes before moving in to press her lips to his.
His retort is cut off with less than an âoofâ to prove it ever existed.
He pulls away and she follows him
âah, ah, ahâ sheâs reaching forward (either to bring him in or put her hand over his mouth he isnât sure, and doesnât wait to find out) and he grabs her hand before speaking again.
âNo, no, no, I just rememberedââ they start to scuffle, pushing and pulling on each other playfully, âstop it!â
Sheâs laughing again and he canât remember a more beautiful sound, further cementing his need to tell her what he just remembered, attempting to detangle himself from her to head toward the kitchen in pursuit of his phone. He manages it, but she whines at him rather pitifully and pouts over the top of the couch (he decides not looking at her will make it easier) and re-enters with the phone in hand triumphantly a moment later. Except, sheâs, gone?
His face falls, had she been serious?
âLove?â
âNo.â it sounds equally pitiful to the earlier whine except that its muffled from her face down position on the couch. He manages to disguise his laugh as a clearing of his throat and focuses his attention on his phone to avoid the glare he knows is being thrown his way.
Music starts to flow through the room, a soft slow tune and she frowns harder before turning her back on him and crossing her arms.
âNo. You donât get to come in here an be all sing-y and cute to me when Iâm mad at you. Itâs against the rules.â
He doesnât succeed at hiding his laugh that time.
âI will not be able to live like this Roman.â Sheâs still pouting but itâs obvious from her tone that sheâs also hiding laughter (and not very well at all) and he moves around the couch in an attempt to see the nose scrunch he knows is happening.
âThis is no way to treat the person you see as your---â She snorts now, folding over herself and giving in as he rounds the couch.
Sheâs dabbing at her eyes as he reaches her, and heâs taking a knee and offering his hand as he restarts the song and leaves the phone on the table.
âMay I have this dance My Love?â
She shakes her head at him (though her smile gives her approval away even if the placing of her hand in his didnât) but acquiesces and he pulls her into his arms, hers going across his shoulders to bury her face in his neck as the music carries them both through the dance.
âIâd sing along but, I only just heard it today.â He whispers it against her ear as the first words reach them, âI mean all of them though.â
She nods against him, gripping tighter and listening.
#asexual#ewan mcgregor#aces in spaces#ace character#original characters#original fic#original story#new chapter#peep my love of dancing to show affection#and daydreaming about dancing with my lover#idk if anyone reads these#bye
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Happy Together (Five Hargreeves x Reader) (The Umbrella Academy)
A/N: OOOOHHH MY GOOODNESS HELLO EVERYONE!!! So before yâall read...lemme say that Five is not 13/14/15 in this imagine!!!! He is a normal 20 something year old human...and so is the reader!!! This is kinda like an alternative universe sorta thing...idk...it was a request. (also my 17 year old self has a huge crush on Aidan Gallagher now uwu...heâs turning 16 this year...and weâre like a year apart so ITS OKAY YALL CHILLLLLLLL) I love The Umbrella Academy...and more imagines will be coming. ALSO THANK YOU FOR 900 FOLLOWERS AHHHHH!!!! Okay...now enjoy :)
Summary: After altering the timeline to save your life, Number Five gets in some trouble with The Commission...which prompts a not-so-welcomed visit from The Handler.
Warnings: LANGUAGE, angst, blood, fighting, implied violence/murder, FLUFFFFFFFFFÂ
Word Count: 2,413 holy shit i went IN LADIES AND GENTS
Rays of sun reach their fingertips through the ancient curtains above you. The dust particles that had accumulated upon the books surrounding you glow as each individual spec basks in the light. To your right, sitting properly next to you on the plush couch, was a well-read copy of The Great Gatsby, your favorite novel.Â
You look down at the coffee that rested between your hands, the steam radiating off of it slowly dissipating, cueing you to finally take a sip of the bitter liquid. Grace hums a tune as she passes through the dark library, duster in hand.Â
âGrace,â You call out, and Grace immediately stops to face you, âDo you know where Five is?â Just as Grace opens her mouth to answer your question, a loud clanging sound erupts from above you.Â
âGoddamn it!â A familiar voice shouts, followed by the violent thumping of footsteps down the stairs.Â
The footsteps continue, the sound of the dress shoes against the cold tile echoes throughout the academy, until finally Five appears in front of you. He looks disheveled, exhausted, and incredibly angry. You hadnât seen him like this since you saved the world together. He looked so distraught, something was clearly wrong.Â
Five begins to pace back and forth, his hands traveling to rub his eyes every now and then. You want to say something, but you know heâs far too lost in thought to answer. Finally, Five stops, and walks towards the bar at the end of the library.Â
You hear Five rummaging through the bottles of liquor. You turn around to see an expensive bottle of whiskey in his right hand. With his left, he grabs a short, crystal glass, and he begins to pour away. Â
âF-five, is everything okay?â You ask quietly. Five stops his pouring, and slams the bottle of whiskey on the counter.Â
He looks up at you, a vulnerable haze of fear presents itself across Fiveâs face before once again masking itself in an angry and distant gaze. âEverything is just golden,â Five remarks sarcastically, taking a generous swig of alcohol from his glass.Â
You decide to ignore his tone as to not start a fight with him, and instead stand up from the couch and walk over to him. You pull out a stool, and sit down. Five remains where he is, on the other side.Â
âAre you going to tell me what happened, or am I going to make it come out of you?â You ask, jokingly. That was your power, you had the ability to make people tell the truth. You could also read minds and freeze time, which made you a perfect foil to Five, who could move through it.Â
âItâs The CommissionâŠâ Five trails off, taking another sip of his whiskey. âThey know what we did.â Your jaw drops. How the hell did they find out so quickly? You think to yourself.Â
A month ago, you and Five had altered the timeline. To be more specific, Five had altered the timeline in order to save your life. While searching for Five, who had saved the world from the apocalypse once and for all, the Commission came across you. They knew that you were important to Five, and decided to kidnap and torture you.Â
When Five had found you, it was far too late. But, that was a thing of a past. It was a memory that you were never able to experience, since Five took it upon himself to change the timeline and save your life.Â
You two had grown close since Five had met you, since he had helped you learn to use your powers. But, you didnât realize how much you meant to him. He risked so much by altering the timeline, and that was becoming increasingly evident.Â
âLook, things canât be that bad,â You say reassuringly. âThere has to be some sort of way to fix th-,âÂ
Five cuts you off. âNo, things arenât bad, theyâre terrible. Theyâre going to kill me,â Fiveâs voice is firm and filled with anger. âOr worseâŠâ His voice is soft as he trails off, his eyes drifting down to the glass of whiskey on the counter.Â
âOr worse, what?â You ask as you search Fiveâs dark brown eyes for some sort of an answer.Â
But he gives you none, shaking his head in contempt, refusing to say a thing. He picks his drink up, and begins to walk towards the other side of the room. Just as you think heâs about to stop, the pacing begins again. You roll your eyes.Â
âFive, stop, letâs talk about-,â
Five cuts you off a second time. âThereâs nothing to talk about, (Y/N)!â Five shouts, his eyes widening. âThings are going to absolute shit!â He knocks back a final, generous swig of whiskey before violently slamming the empty glass on the end table to his left. Five darts back towards you. âWe lost! Donât you get it? Theyâve won! Theyâre going to find me, or you, a-and, a-andâŠâ
You shake your head. âYouâre being ridiculous, Five,â You pause for a second, collecting your thoughts before continuing. âYou just need to calm down, we havenât lost just yet, we havenât even started fighting.âÂ
âAnd thereâs no point in fighting back to begin with. They know youâre here, they know everything, (Y/N),â Five says, swallowing harshly as he closes his eyes tightly. âAnd donât tell me to calm down.âÂ
You scoff. âIâm just trying to help. We can fix this-,â
âStop! No we canât! Iâm going to lose you. Donât you understand that?â Five yells, his voice booming throughout the library. Silence looms over the room. You donât know what to say. âI canât lose youâŠnot again. I just canât,â Five finally croaks.Â
Your heart flutters in your chest at his words. âFive you arenât going to lose me,â You say, your voice is soft and sweet as a smile stretches across your face.Â
âOn the contrary, darling, I think he just might!â A sarcastic, shrill voice rings from the opposite end of the room. You look to where the voice came from. A tall, gray haired woman stands near the fireplace, holding a gun in her hand. âHello, Number Five. Long time no see.â Her smile is wide, almost reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat.Â
âI swear to god if you touch her,â Five points a finger in the womanâs direction, âI wonât hesitate to take you down, for real. In fact I thought Hazel already did that for me,â Five taunts. Â
The woman cackles loudly. âOh Five!â She slaps her knee. âGod you crack me up! You know silly stuff like bullets, or grenades,â She raises an eyebrow, âcanât kill me. But it can kill you, or her.â The woman nods her head towards you, aiming her gun at your chest.Â
A shot rings out, and a flash of light appears in front of you as Five pops in front of the woman, pulling his arm back to punch her in the face. But, before anything happens, you close your eyes tightly, clutching both hands into fists. Suddenly, time freezes. You walk forward towards Five. The bullet is inches away from his chest, suspended in thin air. You push it to the right, making sure that when time starts up again, it wonât even have the chance to hit him.Â
The woman scoffs, surprised at your abilities. âWho the hell are you?â She asks, staring you down.Â
â(Y/N), Number 8, also known as Eon, and youâre about to be so fucked,â You stare deeply into her eyes as you begin to search the womanâs mind. Her alias is The Handler, sheâs killed thousands of people, and she isnât one bit scared of you in this moment.Â
Well, thatâs about to change completely, You think to yourself. You tighten your hold on her mind, and you watch as the Handler winces in pain.Â
Part of your mind reading ability was to allow the person you were reading to relive the memories you came across as you searched his or her mind. In this case, you went for the traumatic experiences; for instance, murders, attacks, and other crimes The Handler committed, watched, or experienced. You had found through previous ventures that making someone relive the past was overwhelming and draining, to the point of death. Â
God I hope this works, You think to yourself, taking a deep breath as you swallow harshly. You had one shot, one chance to make this work. You begin to search through her mind, picking out memories that seemed horrendous, even to you.
âWh-what the hell are you d-doing?â She stutters, her fingertips reaching up to either side of her head. You force her to see each and every person sheâs ever killed, which slowly but surely begins to have an impact on her. âS-stop,â The Handler pleads. âI-It h-hurts.âÂ
But regardless of her pleas, you donât let go. The gun in The Handlerâs hand falls to the ground as she begins to tremble. You donât know how much longer you can stay where you are. Your grasp on time begins to weaken, and things slowly start to move again. Youâre losing energy.Â
âF-fuck,â You whimper, trying your best to stay strong. You search deeper into The Handlerâs mind, seeing even more murders, more traumatic experiences, forcing her to relive each and every one.Â
The Handler screams out in pain. âShit!â She screeches, collapsing down to the ground. She wheezes, and coughs roughly. Her breathing weakens, just as you thought it would.Â
âHow does it feel?â You manage to shout, regardless of the fact that it feels as though every ounce of energy has been drained from your body. You continue on nonetheless.Â
âI-I c-canât b-breathe,â The Handler chokes, grabbing her throat. âS-stopâŠâ Her eyes flutter shut. âI-Iâll l-let y-you l-liveâŠâ She struggles to speak as her eyes open up again.
âBullshit,â You say firmly, walking closer to her. âAny last words?â You question, going deeper into The Handlerâs mind one final time. Her body seems to tense up, and she writhes in pain one last time.Â
âI-Iâll b-be b-back, k-kidâŠt-trust m-meâŠ.I always e-end up c-coming b-backâŠâ She trails off, her eyes shutting tightly. Then, the writhing stops. The tension in The Handlerâs body seemingly disappears. Her body goes completely limp. You did it. It was all over. She was gone.Â
You let go of your hold on The Handler, since there was no longer anything to see or do in her mind. It was blank, a black hole if you will. You let go of time, and things begin to move yet again. You collapse to your knees, absolutely exhausted.Â
â(Y/N)?â Five calls out, and you hear the bullet you had directed away from Five hit into the wall. âWhat the hell happened?â Five chuckles a bit. You feel his hand rub up and down against your back.Â
âI-I took care of thingsâŠâ You say, breathing heavily. âYou donât have to worry about her anymore, or at least I donât think you will.â You look up at Five, a confused expression spread across his face.
âHow did youâŠâ Five doesnât know what to say as his eyes frantically search yours for some sort of an answer.Â
âI made her relive every shitty thing she ever did, or experienced. It wasnât a silly thing, that did the bitch in,â You explain nonchalantly. âIt was natural causes, in a sense. She did it herself.âÂ
Five smiles widely, his brown eyes catching rays of light. Just as quickly as his smile appeared, it slips away. âThey could still come after usâŠâ Five trails off nervously, standing up and walking towards the bar.Â
You shake your head, gathering your strength and following behind him. âDonât worry about that, okay? With The Handler gone, things will be easier. We can take down whoever stands in our way.â Your voice is calm and reassuring.Â
Five stops in his tracks, his eyes studying your face thoroughly. âAll I can do is worry. Just because sheâs gone doesnât mean I wonât lose you,â Five says, his voice firm, yet still laced with fear. âI care about you too much to lose you again. Last time, my heartâŠitâŠâ Five canât seem to finish his sentence as his voice becomes shaky. His eyes become glossy, and he turns around so you canât see his face.Â
âYou can talk to me Five. Please, just tell me what happened,â You beg, walking closer to him, extending a hand out towards his, your fingers colliding with Fiveâs.Â
He turns around to face you. âFuck I hate feelingsâŠâ Five complains before continuing on. He takes a deep breath. âMy heart felt like it stopped beating. I-I sobbed over y-youâŠâ Five tightly closes his eyes shut, a single tear falling down is cheek. He wipes it away with his free hand. âI canât go through that again. I wonât, I refuse to. I care far too much about youâŠI-IâŠâ Five looks down at the ground and back up towards you. He steps closer to you, the gap between you and he closing. His eyes drift back and forth between your eyes and your lips.Â
Suddenly, a pair of soft, warm lips come crashing down on yours. The kiss is slow and languid. You canât help but smile against Fiveâs lips. This was something you had wanted for such a long time.Â
Youâre left wanting more as Fiveâs lips part from yours. He smiles widely as he steps back from you. Youâre almost a bit shocked, as Five rarely ever shows affection to anyone.Â
âI didnât know how to say how Iâve been feeling,â Five explains. âYou know Iâm terrible at emotional shit, but (Y/N), you make things seems so natural. Iâm happy when Iâm with you.âÂ
A smile stretches across your face. âSo letâs be happy together, then. You donât have to hide things. We can be a team.âÂ
Five nods, grinning as he closes the gap between you two once more. âHappyâŠtogetherâŠtwo words that Iâd never thought Iâd use to describe my life.âÂ
âWell I suppose youâll just have to expand your vocabulary, then Five,â You say sarcastically, giggling lightly.Â
âI suppose so, (Y/N).â
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bts as billie eilish songs
I love both artist so much because they are so diverse, so driven and in love with their art, so hereâs what my mind created at 2am when i actually gotta study for an exam, but anyhow, enjoy
Jeon Jungkook - Ocean eyesÂ
âCan't stop thinking of your diamond mind Careful creature Made friends with timeâ
- color scheme: Venice lavender; purple rain; valor blueÂ
- grey clouds, quiet ocean, salty air, cold sand, bare feet, long sweater, careful wind, watery eyes,Â
- angelic, naive, trusting, incapable of stopping emotions
- a feel of uncertainty for the future, because you still have so much to experience in life, itâs hard to know who to trust, where to go and what your tears mean, who you should give them toÂ
- young love, pain
- it basically speaks of someone who is impressed by another human - love based on instinct and intuition, when youâre young you just feel things, even if you donât know where these emotions come from (jungkook-namjoon relationship) ;Â
- trusting someone by the feeling you get around them, without being able to trust your common sense,
- have you seen jungkookâs beautiful, ocean, doe eyes ?? (if not, then wth you doinâ with your life))
Park Jimin - idontwannabeyouanymore
âI just wish you could feel what you say Show, never tell But I know you too well Got a mood that you wish you could sell
Tell the mirror what you know she's heard before I don't wanna be you anymoreâ
- color scheme: pale smoke; scotch mist; apple blossomÂ
- cold air, morning dew, raindrops at the bottom of your window, the fabric softener your mom uses to wash your sheets, soft breathing on the side of your neck, white mirrorsÂ
- self-persuasion, self-critique, inner conflict, serenity, content, libraâs aesthetic approach
- if you have listened to lie and looked at the lyrics, you know why i chose this song for jiminÂ
- you basically get the feeling that the person is speaking to himself in this song, trying to find an answer, as to why he puts himself through all these hardships, when he could break free from this vacuum of perfectionism he created for himself
- letâs be real, we all know what jimin had to go through and maybe is still going through with being too harsh on himself, with his body image and his appearance on stage, i hope he is doing well now and is content with himself, cause he is a 100/10 and we all love him so muchÂ
Kim Taehyung - hostage; my boyÂ
âI wanna be alone Alone with you - does that make sense? I wanna steal your soulâ
â My boy's an ugly crier but he's such a pretty liarâ
- color scheme: concord purple; red wine; aurum gold
- big windows, night sky, city view, studio apartment, dark walls, smell of acrylic paint, ripped jeans with that paint splattered on them, acoustic guitars on the walls, quiet jazz music, film paper smoke, deep laughter, strong arms around your waist
- artistic freedom, no fear of judgement, mutual understanding, chest butterflies, assurance, hope, soulmates, in tune with your emotions, who cares if the world doesnât get us, we get us
- hostage just reminds me of two people, who connect on a soul level so much, that what happens is their love turns into mutual engagement, similar to keeping each other as hostages in their hearts, however i wanted to turn the meaning of that song less toxic for taehyung,,Â
- i believe that if thereâs a member that would want to connect with people in such level as the song suggests, it would be taehyung
- as for my boy, idk it just gives me a similar base line as in singularity, and i donât know itâs just probably my fave song of billie and i feel like it is just taehyungâs vibe when i listen to itÂ
Jung Hoseok - bellyache
â Everything I do the way I wear my noose Like a necklace I wanna make 'em scared like I could be anywhere Like I'm wreck-less
I lost my mind I don't mind â
- color scheme: marigold yellow; apricot orange; candy red
- summer heat, tan skin, blushed cheeks, endless roads, loose shirts, scratched knees, rich kids away from home, one backpack and a shiny red ford convertible from your bfâs dadâs garage, loud music, lips, swollen from kissing, night fireworks
- fed up with everything, escape from reality, that one summer you will never forget, vibrant love, point of no return, rhythm, gut intuition, boldnessÂ
- i donât know exactly either, itâs just these are the connections i make when i hear this song, and all of that screams hobi to me (aries moon)Â
- also am i the only one who imagines he would make a killer dance routine to that song (but again he could probably dance to a water drops going down a pipe, so,,)
Namjoon - bury a friend; copycatÂ
âWhat do you want from me? Why don't you run from me? What are you wondering? What do you know? Why aren't you scared of me? Why do you care for me? When we all fall asleep, where do we go? â
â Perfect murder, take your aim I don't belong to anyone, but everybody knows my nameâ
- color scheme: pearl river; silver fox, steel wood
- empty stage, burning projectors slowly being turned off, microphone heavy in your hand, as the words that went though it start to make sense, sweaty hair, footsteps echoing in the vast space, feeling of falling down, unexpected, but comforting hug, security, the calming scent of someone you know in this new environment, tears of fear and excitement at the same time, new life, new beginning
-Â words said out loud, revenge, mixed feeling of content and fast approaching emptiness, always racing thoughts, insomnia, trying to fill a void, searching for an overall meaning,Â
- so bury a friend is just has all these questions man. they remind me of rmâs mind. i feel like all of them are things he had already asked himself, or themes he implies in his songs tooÂ
- copycat is for namjoon swiftly leading a group that got a ton of criticism in the beginning and is still getting hate, but regardless he manages to stay on top, write what he feels, be a real artist and throw everything people said about bts failing back at their facesÂ
Min Yoongi - lovely ; you should see me in a crownÂ
âOh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here Even if it takes all night or a hundred years Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fearâ
â You should see me in a crown I'm gonna run this nothing town Watch me make 'em bow One by one by, oneâ
- color scheme: marble white; smoke ember; royal silver;Â Â
- dark room, cold hands, shaky breath, unable to look at each otherâs eyes, fear of the outside and the inside, pocket money, long fingers pressing the out-of-tune piano keys, weary smiles, small steps
                     (....)
 steady hands, marble walls, scent of freshly printed documents, looking through a box of old photo albums your mom sent, turning the pages a larger hand stops you from flipping the next page, two teenagers than look awfully like you two are staring back fearfully, low chuckles, eyes full of love Â
- strong minds, growth, stability, strength, control, prosperity, hard work, passion, ambition
- lovely is in here because i feel like it portrays struggles with mental health and depression very well. you feel trapped and you feel like there is no one else who understands your personal hell and you are the only one who has to find a way for yourself to get out of that place. yoongi has been in such places before as weâve heard from him and his lyrics, so i though lovely represents his struggles when he was younger
- you should see me in a crown. literally thatâs all i can say, he worked for his success and he got it and he deserves it and he is killing it right now
- yall donât know the amount of respect i got for this man and everything he has been through and i feel like these two songs portray his lowest and his highest in life and take account every struggle along the way and how he truly deserves everything he has right nowÂ
Kim Seokjin - when the partyâs over
â Don't you know I'm no good for you I've learned to lose you, can't afford to
Don't you know too much already I'll only hurt you if you let me
Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like thatâ
- color scheme: night snow, onyx black, muddy grey
- smell of liquor, messy steps, blurred vision, flood of thoughts, the darkest time of the night, dried streams of tears on your cheeks, your boyfriendâs hand quietly holding yours, but them you have to split ways, walking alone on the dead street, cold wind air hitting your face, but you find comfort in it, you reach home, but you canât seem to go in; so you sit on the sidewalk, looking down; you hear distant steps; he sits down in the snow next to you; the sky slowly, but surely becomes lighterÂ
- quiet sadness, deeper understanding of the world, human relationships seem harder, yet simpler, timeless feeling, a sense of maturity
- this song is just a masterpiece. hear me out, i donât think i would understand this song as well as i do now, if i have listened to it a few years back. I would have been like âoh yeah itâs sadâ
-But like. no. Itâs not just sad. Itâs a song that shows so much maturity and experience with life that first of all, idk how billie is so young and is able to create music like that. Second of all i donât think anyone else of bts would fit better to it, than jinÂ
- people tend to overlook his deeper emotions because he tends to distract from them, he always acts âsillyâ and tells jokes, but i feel like in songs like epiphany and awake we can see that jin really sees the world and his abilities from a much more mature point of view than other members. And i get the same vibe from billieâs song, so i feel like it would fit best for jin.Â
So actually this was way longer than i planned, but yeah, this is just strictly my opinion and it was just an idea i had at 3am now, as i said, hope itâs fun to read :))
im off to bed, because iâm so sleep deprived i will start hearing colors soonÂ
#bts#bts headcanons#bts aus#jeon jungkook#jungkook fluff#bts jungkook#park jimin#park jimin fluff#bts jimin#bts taehyung#taehyung au#taehyung fluff#bts angst#kim taehyung#jung hoseok#hoseok angst#bts jhope#kim namjoon#namjoon angst#min yoongi#yoongi angst#yoongi fluff#kim seokjin#kpop angst#kpop au#kpop headcanons#kpop scenarios#bts scenarios#mine
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