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itspvg · 2 years ago

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Thank you as always for tagging me @hunter-sylvester

tea, coffee, or soda? I would drink all of these. The Coffee and the Soda are more regular than my tea consumption. I guess sometimes tea falls by the wayside because the most common tea here is just "default flavour" and my brain for some reason can't focus well enough when in a supermarket to check and look at the aisle with enough time to work out what I want to try outside of the norm.

dogs or cats? Dogs are my default due to the fact I grew up with them. I loved my dogs and still to this day will think about them both daily. However I do find myself longing more and more for a cat as well. I guess in some sort of ideal situation, I'd one day have a home where I'd have both at the same time. It's blissful thinking but I'd love that. They would also have stupid names. They can't have senisble ones.

can you play an instrument? I guess a few? Like I can play guitar and Bass. Kinda both in the same realm of musical knowledge but I guess those are separate instruments. Been a while since I have though. There was also a time I used to play Clarinette. That was far into my past though. I doubt I would have the ability to even remotely play one these days. Long gone are the ages I worry about the disgusting taste of a reed.

what's your sun sign? I'd need to google such a thing. Personally the idea of signs and the "power" they hold are completely stupid to me. I dispair the idea of them. I see people unironically claim "I'm a 'this sign' hence I done this thing". No you done it because you wanted to and if it was a bad thing. No "sign" is responsbile for you being a piece of shit. Only you are.

first song lyrics that pop into your head? “Forget why I came here and forget why I stay. And wonder if they'd notice, if I slipped away." - The Midnight, River of Darkness.

do you have any tattoos? Current I have none. Not for lack of desire. But for lack of ideas I can really comit to or have money for.

favorite place you traveled? Germany. I have been to Berlin a few times. And I would love to journey back there. But there are also other places I would love to see. Maybe in time and if money permits I can see more.

what's the last movie you watched? I am struggling to remember the last one. I watch movies rarely. I find it hard to watch a movie alone and at times if I am lucky for spend time with folk to watch one. It usually ends up in batches at a time. So honestly. I am struggling to remember.

what languages do you speak? English. I sadly do not know others as much as I wished I could. My dyslexia is a massive road block into that and while some folks have tried to teach me short phrases and what not. And I appreciate their efforts. My brain just struggles.

do you have any hobbies? Gaming, Streaming, Reading (when my brain will let me). Beyond that I think I might be a frightfully boring person sadly.

you can hang out with one fictional character for an hour, who do you choose? I am struggling here. A lot of the charcters I like or have interests in are usually damned by some sort of canon or have very specific objectives they are striving for. So the hour's time limit seems to be blocking my ability to choose one because I fear that's just an hour or them either complaining they can't proceed with their desired objective or having every thought consumed by it. And I just can't imagine I that would be something I would find any joy in. Sorry if that is a really grim and shit answer.

compliment yourself: You try to be a better person than you are and that's better than some you've known.

No pressure at all to do it but I am tagging: @nemobeatrice @miraakswhore and anyone else that would be interested. Please by all means do it!

#my post #tag game

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1spy · 15 days ago

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1993 | Dinosaur Jr. - "Start Choppin'"

In my senior year of high school, I wrote my first song. I don't remember the words or the melody or really anything about it, except that I felt like I'd done something very few people ever do. Or even attempt. It was exhilarating. I ran downstairs and then ran back up because I didn't know what to do with myself. I still feel that way a little bit every time I finish a song. I wanted to be in a band. I wanted to be the singer. But I had tried to get a band off the ground my junior year and it went nowhere. Because I couldn't do anything. Like, I couldn't even sing. Much less play guitar. So even though I was trying to write lyrics and singing along with the bands I liked, there was no path toward being in a band unless I could play and write music.

I found my dad's old guitar and took a few lessons, but after learning Brown Eyed Girl and a simple 12-bar blues structure, I abandoned it and started teaching myself from a book by Ralph Denyer called The Guitar Handbook. There's one page where all the basic cowboy chords are perfectly illustrated and photographed from the top down, so I could see where I was supposed to put my fingers. I figured if I learned these 15 chord shapes I could start using them to play and write songs. I'd sit in front of the TV for hours trying to move between the chords quickly and accurately without looking.

And because I tend to approach things systematically and obviously, I started buying music by all the great songwriters I had been reading about in magazines. Bob Dylan and Paul Simon to start with. A lot of Dylan. And then I got deep into the Stones' Exile on Main Street and Sticky Fingers.

I got into the Stones because, of course, I loved The Black Crowes. But I also became curious when I read a Keith Richards quote inside The Guitar Handbook that permanently changed my thinking. Not just about guitar, but about everything:

What interested me about Chuck Berry was the way he could step out of the rhythm part with such ease, throwing in a nice, simple riff and then drop straight into the feel of it again. We used to play a lot more rhythm stuff. We'd do away with the differences between lead and rhythm guitar. You can't go into a shop and ask for a "lead guitar." You're a guitar player, and you play a guitar.

I hadn't even thought about being a lead guitar player. I thought that was something separate and beyond my abilities. But Richards made me think I could be just good enough at it to be dangerous. That I could learn scales and incorporate that into my writing.

What I understood from it, even though I wouldn't have articulated it that way at the time, was that I could be a generalist. I could be just good enough at lots different things, I could solve for aspects of different problems and be useful to a band, because I did more stuff. If I wrote the song, and played the song, and could maybe write a bass line or a lead part too, they'd have to let me be in the band. Because then it would be my band. Except I still couldn't sing. I mean, I had an okay voice if I wanted to do church choir. I had a pretty good Mick Jagger impression. But I didn't sound anything like me yet.

Freshman year at Baylor, my friend Chris got me into Dinosaur Jr., and things clicked into place for me. J. Mascis is a god-tier guitar player, but that wasn't what intrigued me. It was his voice.

There are lots of singers who aren't great but have made a career anyway. Mascis and his conversational, childlike warble convinced me that if he could find the voice that was perfect for him, so could I.

I started singing into the answering machine at first. Then a tape recorder. And then finally I got 4-track and started recording my songs. I had to spend time with my voice and learn the way I really sounded before I could sound the way I wanted to sound. To hear myself the way others heard me, and make that sound as good as it could be.

I wasn't trying to sound like Mascis. But I did start there. Just speak-singing into the mic and then gradually iterated until I found the voice I still pretty much have today. Which a lot of people say is much more Smashing Pumpkins' Billy Corgan than J. Mascis. I never heard the Corgan thing, but you know what? I'll take it.

#j. mascis #dinosaur jr.#start choppin'#1SPY #where you been #keith richards #ralph denyer #the guitar handbook #Spotify

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moremusic · 2 years ago

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Today guest is a very talented musician. There isn’t much he can’t play instrument wise. We wrote together a few years ago and it was a lot of fun. Here is Narmon Tulsi.

Tell us a little bit about yourself?

I was made in Fiji, born in Australia. My grandparents were descended from India, taken to Fiji by the Brits. I’m the only one of my family born in Australia. I assimilated pretty thoroughly. Except I love curry and chilli. Although, a lot of Aussie’s do, right? Grew up in South Australia, Adelaide. Great town to live in, as long as you don’t fuck up. Then you kinda have to leave.

How did you get into music?

My grandparent were living with our family when I was about 3 or 4 years old. My grandmother taught me the piano. She tried to teach my brother too, but he wasn’t interested. I was a curious kid, and stuck with it. And then I would teach myself rock and roll and stuff. I remember being allowed to play the piano at this child care place we used to go to. I was such a show-off really, But I really enjoyed it, and I guess a lot of other people thought it was pretty cute, this little Indian kid knocking out rock and roll tunes on the local piano. was living with our family.

Later, when I was about 14 years old, I asked my brother to teach me guitar. He was in a country rock band at the time, one that he ran. He told me he needed a bass player for his band, and taught me that instead. I had my first gig 3 weeks later. A couple of years later, I switched to Hammond Organ. My brother was heavily into the Neil Diamond Hot August Night album, and would cover some of those tunes. So he convinced me to get a Hammond. Cool move big brother. Thank you.

So yeah, piano from about 5. And bass from about 14. Hammond from about 16. A bit of a hack though. Not much formal training. Read a little bit. Play mostly through feel. I like arranging too.

You were a member of the Hiptones. What is their story?

I remember getting serious about the music business. I used to do all of these courses, like on music business management and the like. I worked out that song-writing was a key part of the business, in terms of the royalty streams and stuff. So I started digging deep into roots music. Soul. Blues. Funk. Found bass players like James Jamerson, Duck Dunn, Jaco, Stanley, and Hammond organ players too. Jimmy Smith, Booker T, McGriff, the blues tinged players. And a lot of soul stuff. Anyways, I wanted to get into the songwriting, so I decided to start a band, and sing and play the tunes. Bass with Left Hand, Chords and solos with right hand, and sing. I figured that if I learned the best songs of all time, and sang them, I might learn something. It was a lot of work, but it worked a treat. The band was called Brother T and the Soul Troopers.

So the guitarist I had in the band, Steve Smith, told me about this other band that he was in, The DeliveryMen – that was about to need a bass player. So I joined them, and met Snooks La Vie. A little while into it, I asked the guyz if they would let me play Hammond, and I would keep up the bass with my left hand. I said I thought that would give us a point of difference for a blues band in Adelaide. And I kind of really wanted to get my head more into the Hammond, and in particular with The DeliveryMen, the blues side of the tracks. Both Snooks (harmonica, and singer) and Steve (guitarist) were amongst the best blues players in Adelaide. I knew if I could cut it with them, I’d really hone my blues chops.

So we really quickly became one the bands to see in Adelaide. Then I chatted to the guys about the importance of song-writing, if you really wanted to ‘make it’. Snooks was the main one who picked up on it. So as a challenge, I said to Snooks, “mate, come around every Thursday night to my place. We’ll dring beer and knock out an original tune EVERY Thursday. And I’ll apply for an Arts Grant once we reach 15 songs, to record an album”. So we did, and that’s where we wrote the album RIGHT NOW. Then we went for Gold and decided to do something different and record the album in Melbourne. I cold-called James Black (RockWiz) and asked him to produce us, at WoodStock Studios. Snooks had heard about Woodstock (Joe Camilleri’s studio) and loved the vintage gear approach that those guys had.

So we got an Arts grant (thanks to the SA Government) and went to Melbourne to record the album. I remember driving through a bushfire to get there. Couldn’t see 20m in front of us. The start of a really big adventure. We recorded the album in 4 days. And then we had to get out of the studio, because John Butler Trio was coming in. Our album was pretty much completely live takes. I reckon the guitar leads and the brass tracks were the only overdubs. Snooks vocal tracks on the final album are actually the ‘guide vox’ tracks that he did to keep us on track for our live music tracks. We also did like 3 radio interviews (including Triple R and PBS), 4 gigs, including the Rainbow Hotel, and the Corner Hotel. It was a completely crazy time. Five guys in one room in a cheap hotel, one toilet, with the bathroom in it. Seriously?

Anyway, we came back with this album that I was really proud of. We all were, but I was pushing hard to make things happen. So I spoke to a guy I knew in Sony BMG, about how to market the album. And pretty soon after, we were signed to Sony BMG. We were over the moon. Thought we had hit the big-time. We kinda had, for a while, but big record company business is pretty brutal. We found that out. But along the way, we got nominated for best Blues and Roots Song, by APRA. Such a proud moment. Beaten by John Butler Trio. Damn!

Eventually the band folded. Delusions of grandure, toxic management at Sony BMG (Denis Handlin days!), rock and roll baby. Wouldn’t change a thing though. We learned a helluva lot. Did kind of fracture some friendships though. Kind of like the uncomfortable feeling you get when you bump into your ex-wife. That kind of thing. Still. All okay now. If you never never go, you will never ever know.

The experience did teach me about putting together big bands though. At one stage – so that Snooks and I could keep working in Adelaide, without over-exposing The Hiptones, I had invented a duo (Mo’ Roots) a trio (Los Tonos – kind of folk country blues), The Hiptones, of course, and the big band. A soul review “I Know You Got Soul” where I put together a repertoire for Snooks to show off his soul chops on vox. Including Sam Cooke, Marvin Gaye, Otis Redding, The Temptations, Donny Hathaway – all the greats. And kind of presented a history of Soul music on the way through the show. Put the music together for at 12 piece band, organised the horn charts. Great experience.

After The Hiptones folded, and Snooks decided to go it alone (and I totally supported him on that decision) I ventured off to do more ‘big band’ shows. I did a Soul Sistas Review. Then I put together a 60s British Rock show. Then a 70s Disco Show. The 60s and 70s shows were working REALLY well, great music, packed dance-floors, SO much fun. I was playing Hammond, and keys, and doing a lot of singing. Having a ball. Did heaps for FRINGE shows and was scaling up.

And then COVID. No dancing. Bummer right?

So one of the venues rings me up and asks me to put on a show in July during COVID, and did have any ideas. So I’ve always wanted to do a tribute to New Orlean music. So started up the New Orleans Funk Express. Worked a treat, and now the band has a 4 piece brass section. The next gig is and advance on the original idea. A big day out. Check it out here. www.inthevinesevents.com.au. Where live music, wines, beers, chef-prepared food, all come together, outdoors, in a beautiful winery location.

You are now playing in the Take It Easy 70’s country Rock Show. How did this band come about?

One of the other shows that I out together during COVID was a tribute to the timeless chilled vibes of 70s Country Rock. Bands like America, Doobie Bros. The Eagles, Fleetwood Mac. I really loved the harmonies and the way the music made you feel. We’re gearing up for a “Country Rock in the Vines’ event. Outdoor on a balmy afternoon is going to work really well for this show. Can’t wait!

What is your career highlight so far?

As a songwriter, being nominated for best Blues and Roots Song of the Year by APRA, is pretty big deal for me. It was the first album that I had a go at writing. SO yeah, I felt good about that. The song was “I’ve been loving you too long”. I wrote the music for it, and a lot of the lyrics. I remember being inspired by ‘Crawfish” song by Elvis Presley in ‘Kind Creole’ the movie. That’s kind of where the intro for our song came from, inspired by The King.

What is your impression of the Adelaide music scene?

It’s a great scene. The support from fellow musicians is astounding. I remember James Black saying when he wrote some stuff about RIGHT NOW about the value of the original music that comes from smaller cities, like Adelaide. In towns like that, you tend to have to play lots of genres of music as a player, because no one particular genre is big enough to sustain ALL of your gigs. From a songwriting point of view, that diversity in your playing is great, because it leads to cross-over. The Hiptones managed to do that to some degree. We were a blues band, that had pop-sensibility. Tinges of Soul and Funk. The band was absolutely AMAZING to see live. There’s this footage of a show we did at the Famous Spiegeltent. We pretty much did our entire RIGHT NOW album completely live. That was nuts. James Black told me. But we did it. It was a show I will never forget. I really want to resurrect the footage. Way back then we had that plan. But at the time, someone who was a camera man went a little crazy, and wanted to sue the band. He thought we were making money. Nothing could have been further from the truth. But anyway, that kind of put a hald on the Spiegeltent Footage idea. But I want to revisit it, and not use the guy’s camera shot. It wasn’t that good anyway!!

Have you got a favourite venue to play?

Love The Gov. The vibe at The Wheatsheaf has always been amazing. But we are really digging the outdoor Festival vibe. Last time we did it, it was on the beautiful grounds at Richard Hamilton wineries, in McLarenVale. So beautiful. Such stunning vibes.

If you could invite 3 musicians to dinner, who would they be?(dead or alive)

Ooh. Good one.

Sam Cooke.

John Lennon.

Sia Furler

What are your music goals for the next 12 months

I want to put on great music events that float the boat of the musicians, and leave people with a real feel good vibe.

I want to write more. For the new platforms available. See if I can get my head around that.

I want to finish my shed/music studio/rehearsal room.

If you stuck on an island with only 1 record, what would you choose?

Wow. One record…. Umm…

Marvin Gaye. What’s going on.

Finally, where can people find out more about you?

There’s news about a big gig at

www.inthevinesevents.com.au

https://instagram.com/inthevines.events?igshid=NDk5N2NlZjQ=

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sylverstorms · 3 years ago

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Bela x Maiden ----Songbird Ch. 13 (END)

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You never thought you'd be back in your hometown in this life. You had accepted that seeing your family again is something you could have only in dreams.

And yet, here you are.

In your bedroom, with your favorite bands' posters on the wall, your guitar and your slim television, on your strawberry-scented bed and hugging your lover close.

Bela, in her typical all-black, looks so out of place among the colors surrounding you it's almost comical, but you are too relaxed to tease her about it now.

Your parents were skeptical about her, at first, yet her manners won them over within the first day. Your sister thought she was cool –too cool for you, actually, the little shit— since second one.

And if her personality wasn't reason enough to like her, the gold she gave them as both a gift and an apology for taking you away certainly sweetened the deal. It was enough for your father to hire workers for your fields, repair several parts of the house and guarantee full meals every day for the years to come.

Bela and you agreed to keep certain parts to yourselves, like the fact she survives on raw flesh and blood and that she hails from the village to the north, where people are known to be borderline insane.

What your parents don't know can't hurt them.

You've been teaching your girlfriend about technology in the meantime, showing her your world like she did for you in her own.

And yet, happy as you are with life the way it is right now... you know your Bela is not made for it.

You've seen her gaze longingly at the direction of the forest. You recognize the melancholy in her gaze when something reminds her of the castle and her mother. She refused to address those issues, at first...

But you can't watch them eat her up every day.

“Love.” you tell her, supporting yourself on your elbow next to her.

“Hm?” Bela's golden eyes turn to you. God, the way she looks at you makes you melt.

“I just need to say, I'll never be able to thank you enough for what you did for me. You fought for my safety and cared for my family.”

“Don't thank me, beautiful.”

“And I'm very happy, happier than I ever dared picture myself, with how things are.” you begin. “But I want you to be the same way. And it is naive and selfish of me to think that's going to happen here.”

A small frown settles over her features. “I am happy with you, Rhiannon.”

“You're happy with me, yes, but this life isn't for you, darling. We both know it. You're like a lion that's being kept in a cage and fed well. It can survive, sure, but that's not how it's supposed to be.” you tell her.

You understand her nature isn't the same as yours. You understand her need to hunt and run wild at times and be with others like her. Loving her means embracing those things that she needs, even when she tries to convince herself she doesn't.

Bela opens her mouth to argue.

“And going hunting with me isn't the same as going with your sisters. Don't even try to tell me that.” you say.

She huffs. “I miss the way things were. But I'm not sure we can go back to that.”

“If you don't try, you'll never be sure.” you argue. “Remember when I was too afraid to talk to my parents and you convinced me it was the right thing to do? Now it's my turn to tell you the very same.”

“The only difference being, your parents didn't lie to you all your life.” Bela's voice goes hard and raw. She's angry and she's hurting. But if she doesn't treat the wound it will simply be left there to fester.

“Look. Your mother has always made my knees shake in cold terror. I am the last person who would advocate for her, but, no matter what she's done, she is still your mother. And even a blind woman would see how much she loves you three.” you explain.

Bela is silent.

“You owe it to yourself, too, to go back and talk to her. Listen to what she has to say and if you don't think you can forgive her, we'll leave again.” That's a promise.

“...I'll think about it.” that is the most she can bring herself to say, right now.

You nod and bring your head back down on her shoulder. It's alright, you think. She'll be alright.

And you'll be here when she's ready.

Another week passes, uneventful.

You're inside your warm room, watching a movie with Bela, when your lover suddenly goes rigid beside you. She snaps her head to the side, listening in for something...

The next moment she rises and walks over to your window, pulling the curtains aside. You approach from behind, curious as to what drew her attention.

To your surprise, Daniela is standing in your yard, hugging her arms to shield herself from night's chill. Much to Bela's displeasure, you open the window.

“Hi. Can I come up? It's very cold out here.” she asks, all batting eyelashes and pretty eyes.

“No. Go away.” Bela throws her a glare and retreats to the armchair you previously shared.

Still, some part of you cracks at the image of the redhead lowering her head and pulling her cloak tighter around her. Despite how she chased you, ready to shove her sickle through your neck... she's still your girlfriend's sister. Who looks like a kicked, sad puppy right now, an image you can't bear.

“Come up, Daniela.” you only have to whisper the words.

The redhead perks up immediately, the next moment perched on your windowsill like a cat.

“Oh, wow. “ she breathes as you step aside to let her in. “Cute room.”

“What do you want.” Bela's voice cuts through the air like an arrow.

“So, um. I came here to see you. And... maybe... ask you to come back home with me?” Daniela tries. Bela rolls her eyes. “Please. Mother is so sad. And the castle feels empty and too quiet without you and Cassandra there.”

“I'll come back when I decide to and if. Now, I assume you know the way out.”

Ouch. You wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that tone. Daniela once again lowers her head... but instead of turning to leave she turns to you. With the way she looks now, you hate that all you want to do is give her a hug.

“Sorry for your shoulder. And... everything.” She touches your forearm as she says it, but Bela is there the next second, barely keeping herself from lunging.

“Don't. Touch. Her.”

“Okay, okay.” Daniela raises her hands up, ducking back outside the window as if held at gunpoint. “...Bela.”

“No.”

“...I miss you.” And then she's gone, taking a drop that would have killed any normal person.

Bela's fingers grip hard at her arms as she crosses them. She locks gazes with you and you know what she plans to say before she does.

“Will you go back with me tomorrow?”

At the castle gates, you come across a sight you won't soon forget; Alexia is trying to shove Cassandra inside, who keeps her arms on the door, refusing to budge.

“We agreed on this, Cassandra! You gotta go inside and talk to your mother!” the former says through gritted teeth.

“I didn't agree to anything, you just took my silence as a yes!”

Bela blinks beside you, watching the scene with quiet amusement. One shared look between you and you both agree something ought to even the odds between the arguing pair.

The blonde simply walks forward... and pushes Cassandra inside.

“Thank you!” Alexia breathes.

“Bela, you traitor.” The brunette accuses. “Coming up from behind is all you can do after you got your ass handed to you last time, huh?”

“You mean last time, when I won?”

“In your dreams, maybe.”

“I pinned you down like this.” Bela slaps her hands together like squishing a fly between them.

“Oh, you wanna go again?”

Alexia and you prepare to leap forward to catch your lovers before they start clawing at each other again, but Daniela descends the staircase, running, her elated cry dissolving the tension.

“Sisters!” she jumps into them, arms around each of their shoulders.

The fact they could easily shove her away but don't is a good sign, in your eyes. You hang back and watch the three of them swarm off together, towards the upper parts of the castle.

“Let's go for a walk.” Alexia tells you. “This will take a while.”

You give them all the time they need.

During your walk, Alexia speaks of the village and all the changes made to it in the short time she hasn't visited. You share details about your own town in return.

Then, she tells you the story of how she got with Cassandra. They may not look the part, but you come to understand these two have much more in common than meets the eye.

“If she hasn't stormed off by now, that means things are going well.” she states, as soon as you return. “Or as well as can be expected.”

It turns out, she knows Cassandra too well. When your girls make their way back to you, they look significantly lighter than before.

Bela takes your hand and leads you to her bedroom. She sits next to you on her mattress, your hand in hers and explains what was said during the dreaded talk with her mother. Alcina opened up about everything to them, from the smallest details of her own past, to theirs.

“It will take time. To fully forgive her, to trust her again. Things may never be as they once were... “

“And that's not necessarily a bad thing.” you finish for her.

“No.” She gives a little smile. “It's not.” A brief pause. “You were right, you know? About coming back. I needed to hear my mother say all those things.”

“Of course. You'll see that when the dust settles, the love you have for each other will be there, stronger than ever, because that's how being a family works.” you assure. “... and you can hopefully use that fact to make sure Alcina doesn't murder me for corrupting her eldest daughter.”

Bela gives a deep laugh, the kind you love, the rare kind that makes her whole face light up.

She slyly guides you back on her bed and climbs on top of you, eyes glowing with mischief in the shadows cast by her rich hair.

“I'll think about doing that...” she draws a nail gently down the column of your throat, making you shiver. “...if you're good.”

“Oh, I can be very good.” you husk back. “However can I prove it to you, my Lady?”

Bela offers you a wicked little smirk, fangs teasing the sensitive skin of your neck as she draws closer. “You know I like them perfectly still, Rhiannon.”

Oh, fuck.

You spend the rest of the night like that, underneath her, perfectly content and perfectly willing. It's so ironic, how fate works, that the castle you thought to be your end is now a brand new beginning.

And there's nowhere else you'd rather be in the world than with her.

#bela dimitrescu x oc #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #fanfiction #creative writing #in which I don't break my audience with more angst

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navalcriminalimagines · 3 years ago

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Taken & Found - 1

Request 1: Hey there! I'd really like to see a comforting Gibbs after the reader was kidnapped?

Request 2: Could ya do something with the reader being kidnapped and tortured in captivity for a long time and after she was rescued and came back Gibbs tries to get her to talk about what happened to her so he can figure out how to help/comfort her?

Request 3: May I request something with Gibbs and scared reader? Maybe they’re like trapped somewhere or she’s going under for a surgery? You can decide reader’s fate!

This is a two-part fic. This part is basically full angst, focused on Gibbs and the comforting, healing focus on Reader will come in the second part. I wanted to separate both.

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

TW: angst, kidnapping, mention of suicide, depression, slight alcoholism

Words count: 3k

Tags: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @madamsnape921 @specialagentastra @ncisfan @zetasaturno99

She was supposed to be thirty-five years old today.

And it was one of those very rare days Gibbs didn’t want to get out of bed.

He spent the night working on his boat in the basement, thinking about what his life would be if anything had happened. But he would never know, would he? No matter how bad he wished Shannon and Kelly weren’t dead, how bad he wished you were here with him… all of this happened. And he found himself alone in his basement.

Well, not entirely alone. He had a bottle of bourbon to keep him company, and Fraser, an old black labrador. Your old black lab. Your furry baby, as you used to say.

You rescued it when it was just a puppy, a couple of years before you joined NCIS. So, Gibbs has always known you with this loving thing. At some point, you would even take him to the office and Fraser’s favorite spot was under Gibbs’s desk.

Gibbs never wanted to get attached to the dog. Fraser wasn’t his, it was yours and he respected that. But somehow, you both made your way to his heart.

But only Fraser was still here.

Taking a sip of bourbon directly out of the bottle, his eyes landed on your pet, curled up in the armchair Gibbs put here years ago after you made a remark. “You know, you should put something down here. An armchair or something for people who visit.” You said, while caressing the wood with your fingertips. God did he wish he was the boat at this very moment.

“People who visit never stick around.” He answered, sternly.

“I stick around,” you grinned.

Indeed, you did stick around. A lot. Probably too much.

Would’ve saved him the heartbreak if you didn’t.

A week later, an armchair was down his basement.

With the bottle still in his hand, Gibbs sat next to Fraser and started to toy the blankie. Well, technically, it was not a blankie. It was a tee-shirt. One of yours. The one you left at his house, two years ago.

The top, representing one of your favorite bands, was destroyed now. Fraser chewed it, curled against it nonstop for two years, it was now just some cotton with dog’s hair on it. It didn’t have your smell anymore, it had Fraser’s, but Gibbs never had the strength to take it away from the dog to wash it.

He never had the strength to do much after you disappeared.

When it was clear to the team that you had been taken, kidnapped, abducted or whatever, Gibbs searched for you for weeks, probably mouths. He still does, to be honest, just not 24/7 anymore.

The first weeks, he asked - or actually, ordered - Abby to take care of Fraser. Gibbs was spending all of his time away, looking for you, he couldn’t take care of someone - well, a living thing. The lab tech happily obliged, but Fraser’s health quickly deteriorated. The dog wasn’t eating, or drinking. All he did was lay on the floor, waiting for his mum to come back.

“What, Abby? I don’t—“ not a welcoming way to answer the phone but she didn’t hold it against him.

“I know you’re busy, Gibbs, but I’m taking Fraser to the vet. He’s not okay at all.”

Abby heard her boss taking a deep breath. “Which vet? I’ll be here as soon as I can.”

The dog was clearly letting himself die. Without you, he didn’t see the point of living and Gibbs understood that. If he told anyone what he did after he got Fraser from the vet, they would think he was crazy. Maybe he was, but he didn’t care at this point. He didn’t care about anything, anymore.

Fraser was depressed and there was nothing the vet could do about it. So, they let Gibbs take him home.

And he took him home. His real home; your apartment. Fraser immediately lay on your bed and cried. “You’re reading my mind, Fra.” Gibbs muttered to himself, while preparing a bowl for the pet.

Gibbs had been in your room a few times, but he never paid attention to your stuff. All his attention was on you and your body when it happened. But as he was sitting on the floor, his back against your bed, he allowed himself to take a look around. It was very much you. Minimalist with your touch. He saw your guitar, your messy wardrobe, candles and some Polaroid pictures of people you love. Gibbs never paid attention to those pictures until this moment and one grabbed his attention.

A picture of him. You could see him from afar, aiming to throw a ball. He remembered that night but he never knew you took a picture.

Ziva had invited him to throw a few balls on a baseball field. It was a nice summer night and they had just saved many people from getting blown up. It was also the first night you kissed him. In his basement, you teased him like you always did and ended up with your lips on his. He wasn’t ready for it at that moment, and when he realised what had happened, you were already gone.

Gibbs held the picture in his hand and before sitting back exactly where he was, he went to the kitchen, grabbed what he had prepared and came back.

Fraser was still laying on your bed, his face on your pillow. Gibbs carried him in his arms, the labrador didn’t even fight back or anything. He put him in front of the bowl and Gibbs sat across. “You wanna die, Fra, huh?” The dog looked at him with horrifying sadness in his eyes. “You and me both, buddy. So let’s do this.”

Gibbs put the picture next to the bowl and grabbed his gun and the bottle of whiskey. “I know you know that salmon. Eat it, choke, and when you take your last breath, I’ll pull the trigger.” He said, pressing the gun against his temple.

Fraser is deadly allergic to salmon. When he was a few months old, you fed him some and the reaction was almost instantaneous. Luckily, you took him to the vet right on time for them to save him. “Salmon is banned from the house.” you said on the ride home.

The dog didn’t move one bit. With his face still resting on the floor, he kept looking at the man. Gibbs swore he saw tears in the damn dog’s eyes. “So? Whatcha waiting for? Eat it. It’s good salmon, trust me.” He said, drinking the brown liquor.

If Fraser could talk, he would’ve told him; ‘I may let myself die, but you’re damn crazy.’ Which would’ve been fair.

Gibbs was going crazy. It was the last straw. The last punch in the guts he could take. He had reached his limit.

He was finally letting himself love again and get loved in return. And someone took that away from him. All over again.

He got it, the universe hates him for some reasons. Why would he keep pushing it then?

Gibbs stayed up all night, drinking and waiting for Fraser to eat the fish and die. So he could pull the trigger and end this once and for all.

But Fra never did. Instead, around 5am, the dog went to grab something from the bathroom and put it on Gibbs’ lap. It was one of his hoodies. A hoodie you stole from him. Gibbs buried his nose in it and he could smell you. For the first time in many years, he let himself cry. He cried like a fucking baby, under the watch of your fucking dog.

At some point, he felt that Fraser was trying to nudge his nose in the hoodie too. “We’ll find her, Fra. We have to.”

If Gibbs had killed himself, along with Fraser, it would’ve meant you were gone forever. Because eventually, people would’ve stopped looking for you. They would’ve stopped thinking about you and just pretended you’re dead.

But Gibbs knew you weren’t dead. He knew it deep inside him. Because if you were dead, Fraser would’ve eaten the salmon and he would’ve pulled the trigger.

Laying in his bed, Gibbs turned on his side and found himself face to face with Fraser. The dog was sleeping and snoring. That’s what he does most of his time. Fra was still depressed, but he didn’t let himself die anymore. He eats and drinks the bare minimum. He doesn’t play anymore though. He used to be a happy, playful and loving dog. Now he’s just laying around, waiting for you to come back.

Just like Gibbs.

They both lost weight. Gibbs didn’t even bother to look at himself in the mirror anymore. He hadn’t been to the hairdresser in a while. His hair was longer than it has never been, and his beard was prominent now. You would probably freak out if you saw him like this. You would order him to shave and get his marine haircut back. You would feed him - and Fraser - until they are full. He just wished you were here.

He reached for Fraser’s head and pet him for a moment. “The boat is done and I can’t even offer it to her.” He sadly whispered. It’s been his plan a long time before you were gone. Building a boat after and for you. Now it was your thirty-fifth birthday, the boat was fucking done but he coudn’t teach you how to operate it like he promised.

For the next two weeks, Gibbs would stay in the basement, and stare at the finished product. There was nothing left to do on it, so he just sat behind the wheel, files on his lap and bourdon in one hand. His use of alcohol has never been higher than it is now. You’d scold him if you knew.

Maybe he’s self-destructing, hoping you’d show up and make everything right again. It was stupid, since you didn’t leave on your own. You were taken. Someone took you, and god knows what they were doing to you. This awoke a rage he never knew he had. He’d kill that - or those - person with his bare hands if he ever has a chance.

A month after your birthday, Gibbs was basically falling asleep in his boat, relatively drunk. Fraser was on his lap - he doesn’t realise he’s not a puppy anymore - when the dog shot his head up. “Easy, that’s just Fornell.” Gibbs mumbled, recognizing his friend’s footsteps.

“My two favorite depressed boys.” Tobias greeted them. He gently patted Fraser’s head and looked at his friend. “I need you to sober up, Gibbs. We need to talk about something important.”

“Just say whatever you have to say. I’m not that drunk.”

“Yeah, right.” Tobias grabbed the bottle from Gibbs’s hand and checked how empty it was. But Tobias knew only one thing would make him react, so he went straight to the point. “It’s about Y/N, Gibbs. Get your ass—“

Before the FBI agent could finish his sentence, Gibbs had practically thrown Fraser away. The poor dog looked at him with hurt in his eyes. It was only then that Gibbs saw the file his friend was holding against his chest. He didn’t think twice and tore it out of his grip. Tobias let him.

There wasn’t much in the file, just a picture.

A picture of you.

You looked different, thinner, your hair was shorter and in a completely different color. You looked like a homeless woman.

Gibbs’s jaw dropped. His head was spinning so fast, he needed to sit again. He touched the picture with his fingertips so softly, hoping it was like touching you. A lot of things were going through his mind at this moment, he actually drew a blank. “It was taken two days ago. In Wyoming.”

Gibbs didn’t need more.

Tobias had everything planned before he showed up at Gibbs’s place. One of the FBI private planes was waiting for them, in order to take them off to Wyoming. He had asked Emily if she could dogsit Fraser for a few days, and he even called Vance to let him know he was taking Gibbs with him.

In the plane, he told Gibbs how he came across this picture and all of the info he had, which wasn’t much to be honest. As far as they knew, you were in one city of Wyoming two days ago. Maybe you were gone by now.

But all Gibbs could focus on was that picture. He didn’t take his eyes off it since he opened the file. This was you. You were alive. Whatever happened, whatever the reasons you found yourself here, you were fucking alive.

Tobias looked at his friend. He’ll spend the rest of his life pretending he didn’t see the tear rolling down his cheek. “How you feeling?” He tentatively asked.

“I—I don’t know. It’s a lot.”

“She’s alive. We know it. We’ll find her.”

“I’ve always known she was alive.”

No doubt he did.

It was hard for Tobias to tame Gibbs after they landed. The agent was already barking orders at everybody and anybody, he was ready to organize a fucking manhunt to find you. But the first place they went was where the picture was taken. Gibbs spent hours in the area, while Tobias went to see the local cops. When he tried to check on Gibbs, the man never answered.

In the picture, you were looking at the surveillance camera. You knew you were being watched. You did it on purpose, Gibbs was sure of it. You must have left a clue somewhere around.

You looked scared, someone must have been following you. But he knew from what Tobias said; there wasn’t much more on the video. You were briefly seen and then disappeared, again. “Talk to me, Y/N.” Gibbs thought to himself while looking around.

It was only around noon that it hit him. He finally saw it.

Right there on the graffiti wall.

“Born to lose, live to win.”

Your handwriting. This sentence. Your tattoo.

You must have written this to let him know he should look at this wall. So he did. He studied those graffitis for a long moment, until he saw what he needed to see.

Numbers. GPS coordinates.

He called McGee, not paying attention to the missed calls he had. He gave him the coordinates and Tim gave him an address.

Was that it? The nightmare was finally over? He would go to this address, find you and take you home. Finally.

Fucking finally.

He felt dizzy while running to the address. It wasn’t that far away, and there was no way he’d wait for Fornell or a cab. So, he jogged to this fucking house. When he was standing in front of it, his heart was beating so fast, he thought it would stop.

But he couldn’t die now. He would die after he found you but not now.

He didn’t care about procedures or anything. He grabbed his gun, and let himself in the house by knocking out the door. A man was sitting there, on the couch.

The house was pure filth. The man seemed to be a bit younger than him, and he looked like a psychopath. Which he is, considering he took you.

The man was standing in his living room, his hands up as Gibbs pointed the gun at him. In a flash, Gibbs was standing right in front of the man, the gun pressed against his throat. The man looked scared, he didn’t even try to fight. “What the hell, man? Who are you? What do—“

“Shut your mouth. Where is she?” Gibbs asked, suppressing the urge to beat the man to death right now. That would come later. He needed to find you first.

“Who? There’s no—“

Gibbs’s knee hit him right in his crotch and that bastard fell on the floor. “You’re living the final hour of your life, you better tell me where the hell is Y/N, before I watch life leaving your fucking eyes.”

“I—I—“

Seeing his hesitation, Gibbs punched him. “Where?!” He yelled, but the man stayed silent. “Fine.”

Gibbs grabbed the guy by his collar to put him back up. He was physically impressive, but the adrenaline running through Gibbs’s veins gave him incredible strength. He threw him on the first chair he saw and immediately cuffed him to it. He punched him once more, harder this time.

His nose and lips were bloody, but of course it wasn’t enough. Gibbs fought a lot in his life. To defend himself or to arrest someone, but never, had he been filled with that much rage and anger. He didn’t think twice before his boot hit the man directly in his face, knocking him unconscious. He stared as the man fell on the floor along with the chair he was cuffed to.

He needed to find you. Right now.

No need to be a federal agent to know a psychopath would hold you captive somewhere private.

So he immediately looked for a basement, which he quickly found and he saw the door.

A reinforced door with quite a few locks. Keys. He needed keys that he found in the man’s pocket. Although he was still laying on the floor, fighting to regain consciousness, Gibbs kicked him again, in the stomach this time. He wasn’t holding back his strength one bit. He will kill him anyway.

As he was unlocking the door, his hands were shaking like they never did before. His heart was still pounding in his chest. He still felt dizzy.

He was sure his heart actually stopped when he spotted you on the one-person bed. You were holding your knees against your chest. It was dark, but it was you. You were there, a few feet in front of him. He didn’t even know what to do.

But you did.

When you realised who was standing in front of you, you weakly jumped off the bed and rushed into his arms.

The only thing that kept you alive all this time; knowing that he would find you.

You felt even smaller than you already were. With your arms wrapped around his waist, your face buried in his chest, Gibbs felt you crying.

He slowly wrapped his arms around you, afraid it wasn’t real. Afraid he may hurt you. Afraid you would disappear again. “You found me.” he heard you whispering.

That he did.

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saatvicksaxena · 2 years ago

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Saatvick’s Summer 2022

This year’s summer was actually quite memorable, last time I remember having such a summer was in 2018,

The year I visited Singapore, played an Asian Tennis Tournament and got International ranking. 2018 was also the last year I spent in Delhi before moving to Shillong because of my father’s posting . He is in Army and I have been to quite a lot of places with him.

2022 Summer was great because this summer was probably the first summer closest to the summers before Covid.

I did travel a lot during covid but not one of my trips were as long as this one.

Summer began with a sense of relief as my first Board exams ended, I was now a Highschool senior with way more responsibilities than before. I had a more clear direction of what I want to do when I grow up and have had the chance to revive many hobbies activities since my 10th was all academics. I did a lot of career counselling .

This summer, that I cant thank enough, was a checkpoint, it made me more calm. I had time more than enough to organise and orient myself and my activities.

The first thing I did when the exams ended was to fix my sleep schedule and sleep peacefully for a few days. After a week full of binging the series I missed out on I scheduled a daily and weekly routine which included swimming, reading, working out and Tennis.

It was a very hard motion to set for me to play tennis straight after breaking my wrist in 2019, I was willingly not playing tennis because of one simple reason, regret of not playing for an entire year and I kept on running away from it till this summer.

I visited my hometown and met most of my relatives which made me feel loved, we could not participate much in family events recently over the last few years because of our busy schedules so this was also a once in a blue moon kind of an adventure for me. We visited many more cities with our buddy Woofy, he is a Labrador . We went on long drives to a few other places.

I also met a lot of my friends during the vacation.

Then on we took a tour of Delhi, the place where we live. I got an electric guitar too which I used to annoy everyone within the range of my amplifier. It was a great experience for me maybe because I was out of the same old cycle, that I followed for an year.

10th grade sure did teach me discipline and consistency.

I visited my father, who is posted in Manipur, I travelled through flight alone . he is posted at an extremely remote region which is about 30 km from Myanmar. That was a great way to escape the Delhi heat at its prime( It was 45 degrees when I left).

Hiking, football and travelling to numerous places were the highlight of this trip.

Life is simpler on hills, nature finds its way to one no matter what.

I cant even count the number of places Ive seen and people Ive met. I gained experience and knowledge.

It was cloudy all day there with bright sunshines intermediately, comically the heat of the sun was comforting since it was raining everyday there. We could hear the wind whistle at dark where no lights could be seen far off. The clouds even visited the habitants who had settled at the top of the mountains. Rivers, waterfalls and tribal villages were the best part of the trip.

Every glimpse was a painting.

I followed a strict Detox diet with my father and was forced to eat and drink stuff I couldn’t even pronounce, did yoga and meditation.

I have had the habit of touring whatever work my fathers been appointed for, he was in DRDO & RCI once, from where I picked up the interest of aeronautics and astronomy. Currently he is in NHAI so I got to learn various processes involved in making roads, believe me its not as simple as just laying concrete down on fields, it took me five days to just process what I saw there.

I visited museums, monuments and labs.

I tried to play video games but they bored me.

I could only bake till the day I learnt to cook food and learnt recipes and become more self reliant .

Music has been a companion to me throughout this journey.

And social media too, I posted literally everything even after the several attempts I did to reduce it influence on me, but I dont regret it either way because my vacation was productive and I enjoyed it.

I grew taller over the days and starting smiling more frequently. I learnt a lot of things, and revived old habits.I finished school syllabus for the first exams before school started.

I came home to find our two turtles greeting me with their intense paddles in their pool and raise their necks high up to see me. My Summer was very rewarding. It was spent exploring and discovering the very little of life that I knew of.

I returned to Delhi a day before the school reopened and hyped myself to start a new academic year with hardwork and devotion. I finally created a list of things I wanted to achieve by the end of 2022.

#summer

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horansqueen · 3 years ago

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New Angel - Chapter 27

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chapter 1 ☆ chapter 2 ☆ chapter 3 ☆ chapter 4 ☆ chapter 5 ☆ chapter 6 ☆ chapter 7 ☆ chapter 8 ☆ chapter 9 ☆ chapter 10 ☆ chapter 11 ☆ chapter 12 ☆ chapter 13 ☆ chapter 14 ☆ chapter 15 ☆ chapter 16 ☆ chapter 17 ☆ chapter 18 ☆ chapter 19 ☆ chapter 20 ☆ chapter 21 ☆ chapter 22 ☆ chapter 23 ☆ chapter 24 ☆ chapter 25 ☆ chapter 26

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NIALL

I thought everything was alright between us. I thought everything would get back to normal and that we could just be close the way we were only a few days before and for about a week, we were.. but somehow, on the next weekend, Millie started locking herself in her room for hours at a time and wouldn't let me in. It wasn't until tuesday that I finally convinced her to spend time with me, but she couldn't seem to focus on the guitar lesson I was trying to teach her and after a while, she sighed and leaned against the back of the couch, closing her eyes.

"This is ridiculous, I can't concentrate, I'm sorry."

I grabbed the guitar from her lap and put it away before turning my whole body to face her, leaning my elbow on the back of the couch as I placed my chin in my hand. "What's on your mind, petal."

Her eyes fluttered open and softened when they met mine. I had no idea how but I could feel that she needed comfort and I desperately wanted to give it to her. Would holding her against me be enough? She seemed so sad that I wasn't sure exactly what she needed, but no matter what it was, I wanted to give it to her.

"Nothing, I'm good." she blatantly lied, making my heart twist slightly in my chest.

It was the very first time I could think of that Millie had actually lied to me. At least, the first obvious time. She was honest and direct normally but at that exact moment, she was trying to avoid my eyes and my questions, especially that she knew how much I cared and how bad it would hurt me that she wouldn't tell me the truth.

"Shamelessly lying to your best friend." I replied, more hurt than mad. "That's really not cool, Mill."

"Have you thought that maybe I just don't want to talk about it?" she replied rudely as she frowned.

"Then just tell me you don't want to talk about it instead of lying to me."

Her traits softened for a few seconds and her lips parted but she sat up and shook her head as I swallowed hard. I had no idea what was happening to my best friend but I felt extremely powerless. I couldn't pretend it didn't slightly hurt me that she didn't want to share her pain with me but at the same time, It seemed like I didn't have the right to feel that way. Millie didn't owe me every single thoughts in her head, or every single feelings in her heart. I knew I was lucky that she even shared a few with me knowing how she usually just keeps to herself thinking that no one really cares about what's happening to her.

"You're being a fucking pain in my ass right now, Horan." she let out with anger before getting up. "I need to lay down."

Without thinking, I got up quickly and breathed in. "Do you want me to come with you?"

Deep down, I wanted her to agree because even if she didn't want to tell me why she was sad, I wanted to comfort her, and I thought that perhaps, napping with her while we spooned seemed like something that couldn't harm either of us.

"No, I'd rather be alone."

My heart dropped in my chest but I remained silent as I looked at her until she disappeared in the hall. I let myself fall back on the couch and closed my eyes, shutting them tight as I tried to remember the events of the day and the conversation we had had. Did we just fight or was it just a slightly rough discussion? Weirdly, I couldn't tell, and it was scaring me a bit. The more I thought about it, the more I feared I had said something that really hurt her, but I didn't dare to go bother her again. After all, my fears were probably selfish and that was definitely not what she needed at the moment, yet I didn't know what she needed and it made it impossible for me to give it to her.

The more I thought about it, the more I stressed over it and it was driving me insane. Maybe this time, I had to accept that I was not what she needed, or that whatever it was that she needed, I couldn't give it to her.

I couldn't handle being alone in the living room and I walked to my room to get changed before quickly rushing outside. I started jogging while listening to music but it was hard to focus on anything that didn't have to do with Millie. It was making me angry at the same time, knowing I had made Grace the center of my universe, too, but I wanted to believe it was different with Millie. I wanted to believe that she was different and that it would make me different, and our relationship too, whatever it was.

I started running faster, trying to get rid of the anger and fear inside me and after half an hour, I had to stop in the middle of a park, my hands on my knees as I was trying to catch my breath. My lungs felt on fire every time I inhaled and I tried to swallow but my throat was so dry I finally grabbed the water bottle in my pocket and swallowed all of it. I liked how the physical pain overtook the mental one and I closed my eyes, leaning against a tree as I felt sweat slide down my back. All that was left inside me was the feelings I had for Millie, which reminded me a lot of love, and I shook my head, trying to get rid of that thought. I cared though, I really did, but I didn't want to be mad or scared anymore. I just wanted her to be happy, no matter what it would take.

I jogged back home, determined to be there for my best friend when she'd allow me in, and when I closed the door behind myself, I heard someone in the kitchen. My heart jumped and I smiled slightly, glad that she actually got out of her room. Unfortunately, it's Louis I found, eating a leftover of mac and cheese while sitting on the counter, his feet dangling and hitting against the dish washer from time to time. It annoyed me and I grimaced a bit but there was no way I was going to start a fight with him again.

I was not sure if we were still mad at each other but the last few times we actually ran into each other, we didn't even exchange a word. It was crazy to think that just a few weeks ago, he was my best friend in the whole world and that Millie was getting on my nerves.

"Hey Neil, you hungry?"

I leaned against the island and pushed my hands in my pockets, shaking my head. "No, thanks."

"Why aren't you with Millie?" he asked before pushing a mouthful of pasta between his lips.

His question was not rude or suspicious, he seemed to genuine, and I just shrugged, looking down for a few seconds before my eyes met his again.

"No, she's locked in her room."

"Without you?" he asked after swallowing, his eyebrows raised. "Trouble in paradise?"

I tried to hide that his last comment bothered me and I licked my lips, shaking my head slightly. I was not sure I wanted to confide in Louis since the last few times I had, I left disappointed, insulted and a bit angry. He seemed biased when it came to the relationship I had with Millie even if he honestly shouldn't be and at the same time, i didn't want to fight with him again. I loved him, he was my best friend too, but I didn't need his questions about my sexual encounters with the only girl we had in common.

I was about to answer when we both heard noise in the hall and I held my breath. It's only when Millie walked in the kitchen that my heart started beating faster. She stopped suddenly when she noticed us and her gaze moved from Louis to me then back to Louis. I knew she was asking herself if she should just turn around and leave or pick a snack and I waited until she finally decided to walk to the fridge and open it. I noticed Louis looking at her too and he handed her his half-empty bowl, making her frown a bit.

"Want some?"

"I want you to leave me the fuck alone."

Her answer surprised me so much that I had to swallow my heart that threatened to jump out of my throat and gripped the counter harder. I had no idea what Louis had done to deserve that and I was not sure he knew either.

"Woa, who the fook pissed in your coffee?"

"You!"

I knew Millie was still sad about Louis and the fact that he broke her heart, but this anger was new to both Louis and I. She had never showed that kind of irritation or rage towards him, even when talking to me alone, and it just confirmed to me that something was going wrong with her.

"Mill, pet.."

"Don't you fucking call me that!" she replied, turning quickly my way. I watched her hair twist around her head and falling on her chest and blinked a few times. It normally made me smile but this time, it just didn't do anything to me.

Her eyes wouldn't leave mine and I dared to take a step closer. I could see pain in her eyes and for half a second, I wondered if it was simply the reflection of mine but her chin moved up as I walked closer to make sure her gaze wouldn't leave mine, and I could swear she was near tears.

"Mill, petal, what's wrong?"

Without thinking or caring that Louis would witness it, I brought my hand slowly up to her face and let two of my fingers slide on her jaw. Her eyes fluttered close as my thumb brushed on her cheek and she swallowed hard again. She turned her head slightly against my hand and for half a second, I thought my Millie was back to normal until she pushed my arm away slowly and shook her head.

"It's none of your business."

My arm fell on my side as she quickly left and I sighed, closing my eyes. I tried to get rid of the sensation of emptiness in my stomach but I couldn't and I just walked to the fridge, grabbing a beer.

"You alright, mate?" Louis asked as I closed the door of the fridge so hard it made it shake.

"I just.. I don't know what to do to help her." I admitted angrily, passing my hand in my hair and messing it a little. "It's driving me insane."

"Maybe she doesn't want to be helped."

I frowned and finally looked up in his eyes, shaking my head. "That's why she has the feeling no one cares about her. Everyone just expects her to be strong and solve everything alone, but we all need help from time to time." I explained roughly. "I'm not gonna force her but I'm not gonna give up on her either."

I left the kitchen with my beer quickly but stopped in front of Millie's room, letting out a sigh. I knocked gently twice with the top of my beer and cleared my throat.

"Mill, if you need anything, you can always knock at my door, or text me, or call me. You don't even have to tell me what's wrong, we don't even have to talk." I explained in a soft tone. "I just want you to know I'm here for you."

I held my breath, my forehead leaned against the door but not hearing anything from the other, and just as I turned around to leave, I heard her voice.

"Thank you."

It took me so long to fall asleep. The thoughts and questions in my head kept flying around, hitting the sides of my brain and driving me insane. Did I do something wrong? Did I say something wrong? Did something happen in her life that made her miserable? Did something happen on that date with that random guy? Was she just tired of me? How could I help her and make her feel better? How could I make her smile again? What could I do that would make all her pain disappear?

I turned in bed, shivering in the cold sheets. It was the first time in a while that I didn't sleep with her body pressed against mine. She was normally the cold one and I enjoyed warming her through the night but I was not realizing that without her, I was cold, too. Perhaps my body was now used to be close to hers.

I sighed and sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes and yawning before passing my hand in my hair. It was still a real mess on top of my head but I shrugged it off and pushed the covers off of me before getting up. I didn't even bother to put a shirt on when I got out of my room. It was the middle of the night and everything in the apartment was quiet. I just wanted a water bottle or a shot of whisky, maybe, not really sure which one would help me fall asleep faster.

I held my breath when I walked past Millie's room but stopped a few steps after before walking backwards. I heard something coming from the other side and frowned, moving my ear closer to the door. I knew I shouldn't and I felt bad for somehow invading her privacy but my heart dropped in my stomach when I realized she was crying.

"Millie, darling, are you okay?"

I thought she'd stop crying but instead, she sobbed and kept crying as I brought my hand to the knob.

"Mill, please, can I come inside?"

She sniffed and I heard a loud noise, making my heart literally stop. I opened the door quickly, scared that she had fallen or hurt herself, but my eyes scanned the dark room without seeing anything. She sobbed again and I turned my head, noticing a ray of light under the bathroom door and quickly walked to it. The door was ajar but I still knocked with one of my knuckles on it.

"Millie, I'm worried about you, are you okay?"

"Niall..."

Her voice was a whisper and the way she let out my name made me want to take her in my arms and never let her go. I pushed the door gently and I sighed when I saw her sitting on the floor, wearing only a shirt and panties, her knees up and tears flooding her cheeks. I felt my own eyes water and swallowed, shaking my head slightly.

"Darling..."

I got on my knees in front of her but she kept her eyes closed for a few more seconds. Slowly, I moved closer to her, sitting right next to her, and moved my arm around her shoulders. She started crying harder, turning her face to bury it in my chest. I kissed the top of her head and leaned my chin on it, pulling her tight against me.

"I'm here okay? You're not alone." I murmured, my eyes closed.

"Niall, what am I gonna do?"

"About what, petal?" I asked softly and cautiously.

She didn't answer and I moved away slightly, bringing my hands to cup her face and move it up. Her eyes fluttered open and they met mine, making my heart break even more. I had never seen Millie like that and I brushed my thumbs on her cheeks to wipe the tears. She looked pretty and I desperately wanted to press my lips against her parted one to comfort her, but I was not sure it would work, or if it would only comfort me.

"About what?" I repeated just as gently.

She licked her lips and sniffed again but her eyes briefly left mine to glance at the counter. I frowned slightly and moved away to get on my knees. I didn't even have to take it in my hands. I just watched the two lines on the pregnancy test and my heart twisted so hard I thought it was stuck in a vice.

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themidnight-ghost · 4 years ago

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Play me another

One of the very few cases where V is thankful for the ex-rocker in her head.

V suppressed a scream as she fucked up her finger placement for the 100th time. Ever since they’d broken into Kerry’s apartment and stolen his guitar, Johnny had been set on teaching V how to play it. Unfortunately, he never predicted it would be this difficult.

“I thought you were helping me.”

Johnny backed away from the window; he’d given up hours ago. “I am. It’s not my fault you play the guitar like a 5-year-old.”

“Yeah? Well, at least I’m alive enough to play the guitar.” Hyped from her ‘clever’ yet grammatically incorrect comeback, V turned to look at Johnny. She wished she didn’t. The cat-obsessed asshole was stalking Nibbles as he chased a stray crisp packet and was too distracted to register the comment.

Noticing the sudden silence, Johnny pinched the bridge of his nose and glitched to the table, directing his attention to the merc.

“Look, just go from the top and try not to fuck it up.” V raised an eyebrow, “And if you do go wrong? Improvise.”

Once again, V began to play, her fingers meticulously drifting up and down the fingerboard. She obviously bit her bottom lip. The usually stressed, aggravated merc was swimming in a sea of concentration. Until…

“FUCK.”

Her index finger slipped, and the guitar produced an unholy twang.

“And here I was, believing lesbians had skilled fingers,” Johnny murmured.

V scrunched her face in frustration, and Johnny couldn’t help but feel an ounce of sympathy for the girl. Sure, she was annoying, reckless and uncultured in the world of rock ‘n roll, but it was her first time picking up an instrument, and god knows she’s trying her best. Even Johnny had his fair share of tantrums, one of which involved him cracking a wall with his practice guitar. The wall came off worse.

“Fuckin hell,” moving towards V’s side, Johnny pointed at one of the missile finger markers, “These are there for a reason. Let’s try it slow and steady. Follow my beat.” The ex-rocker rhythmically slapped his thigh, allowing V to count herself in.

Johnny mentally cursed when he heard the door of V’s apartment side open but continued to keep the beat in hopes that V wouldn’t notice their visitor.

The visitor in question was pleasantly surprised to see her girlfriend murmuring to herself as she plucked Johnny Silverhand’s guitar. Judy Alverez couldn’t shake how unusual it felt. Not only did V look calm, but the radio was off. V was dependent on the radio - even slept with it on as silence made her feel alone. Unlike her life, music was something V could control and something that could drown out those unwanted thoughts.

If V wasn't slowly dying, Judy would’ve thought it was cute.

Noticing the merc's control over the strings slipping, Judy placed the box of food (which V was now reliant on) by the sofa and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s neck, humming a tune into her collarbone. The tension in V’s shoulders dissolved, and Johnny glitched into the back of her mind.

“Hey you,” V tilted her head, allowing Judy to kiss her cheek before gesturing to the guitar, “Is this new?”

“It’s Johnny’s. We stole it from one of his band members, and now he’s teaching me to play.”

“It looks complicated.” The techie traced the turning keys, “I learnt the ukulele at school, but I can’t remember it having this many strings.”

V couldn’t feel Johnny rolling his eyes, but she knew he was probably damning that statement to hell.

“Did you learning the ukulele have anything to do with Jenni Chapman?”

“Maybe.” Looking guilty, Judy joined her girlfriend on the sofa, “How’d you know?”

V threw her head back in laughter and gestured to Judy’s attire, “You don’t come across as the Hawaiian ukulele type!”

Overcome with affection, Judy launched herself at the merc, wrapping her arms around V’s torso and pushing her further onto the sofa, so she topped.

“Well, you’re not much of a musician yourself, mi calabacita.”

V shook her head in shame, “I bet I’m a good teacher, though.”

Judy looked doubtful and reluctant but still shuffled up and onto her knees, granting V the chance to show off her skills. V handed Judy the guitar and fastened herself to Judy’s back like a Koala.

“Alright, I have a song in mind which I think you’d like. You only need 5 chords, and thankfully, they all follow the same pattern.”

“And if I don’t know the song?”

“You’ll know the song.” V reached over Judy’s chest and took her fingers, guiding them to the correct position, “This is F#.” V moved Judy’s fingers, downwards, “And this is F#m.”

“What’s the difference?”

“This one is a minor key. It sounds different.”

“The rest are relatively simple,” V guided Judy’s index finger to the 3rd string, her middle finger to the 5th string and her ring finger to the 4th string before playing all six strings in unison. “That’s the E chord.” V continued, “This is A major, and this is G major.”

“Is that it?”

“Pretty much. If you’re not ready to put it all together, I don’t blame you.”

“Run it through with me slowly?”

V nodded silently, nervous for Judy’s reaction. She crouched in front of the guitar and mimicked Johnny’s earlier movements by tapping a light beat on her thigh so Judy could follow along. It was a beginners pace but fast enough for Judy to recognise.

“Pyramid song?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

Unable to detect the techie’s tone, V anxiously picked at the skin surrounding her nails, “I saw your lyric tattoo when we first met, and I remember you telling me it was your favourite song because it reminds you of home and when you go diving.” Unsatisfied with silence, V continued, “I wanted to learn it anyway because it served as a reminded of our first date but figured I could teach it to you anyway because-”

Judy cupped V’s cheeks and pulled her up to meet her lips. The kiss wasn’t forceful or desperate, just loving and appreciative. Unlike everything else in NC, it was simple: it was them.

Judy pressed their heads together, “You’re such a gonk.”

“But I’m your gonk.”

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due to no one giving me the content i so desperately need, i will be making it myself. sorry if u read this shitshow.

i promise i tried xx ☁️

i haven't finished the game and I'm already writing fanfiction 😭

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sofee-d · 4 years ago

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Memorable Birthday

Short Summary: Surprising your boyfriend on his birthday in a way he never expected.

Genre: Romance, fluff

Pairing: Lee Taeyong (NCT) x Fem!Reader ft. Mark & Johnny

Warnings: None tbh, fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of slight smutty content but pretty PG.

Key Words: Romantic dinner, friends to lovers, stable relationship, birthday surprise, silly & easy-going relationship, serious talk, confession, heart-warming

Word Count: 2758

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It had been almost 5 months that you started dating Taeyong. You started off as friends and it took a while for both of you to come to terms with your feelings for one another and act on it. It was Taeyong who acted on it first. He ended up kissing you abruptly one day when you were helping him study English in your apartment. It was apparently Johnny’s idea, you found out later on. After pining after you for so long Taeyong decided to take matters into his own hands and follow Johnny’s advice to ‘’Just kiss her man.’’.

After that day the rest was history. Your inital worries about your friendship turning into a relationship were short lived because Taeyong was incredibly good to you as a boyfriend. He would text you constantly despite his hectic schedule and try to come and see you whenever he could. You expected things to be much worse. Like not being able to meet up often or even at all, but you could see how much he was putting in effort to be with you and it was so heart warming.

It was sometimes late night movie dates at your apatment, because he missed you in the middle of the night and he didn’t have an early schedule the day after so he would come over with a bunch of snacks with a goofy grin on his face and you would just enjoy each others company the whole night. Other times it would be him inviting you to the dorm, successfully being able to kick Johnny, Haechan and Doyoung to the 10th floor for a few hours because he wanted to treat you to a nice dinner he cooked for you. You would have to stop him when he got carried away though, not being able to get enough of your kisses. Those dates would mostly end with the both of you back at your apartment, limbs being all tangled up in the entry almost not being able to wait until you get to the bedroom.

You honestly felt like you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. You weren’t too different personality wise so when you had small disagreements or misunderstandings sometimes they were easy to fix as communicating with Taeyong was such a breeze, he was so caring and understanding. It had been amazing being with him for almost 5 months, even though neither of you uttered the big 3 words yet. You felt it through his actions and you tried your best to show it through your actions as well, it wasn’t that necessary to say it out loud.

Since you felt like Taeyong was the one taking care of you most of the time you decided to put in the extra effort to do something special for his birthday coming up. But there was one tiny problem. What kind of present were you supposed to get for your rich celebrity boyfriend? He could possess almost anything he wanted. So you started thinking about something different. Your aim was to totally surprise him and give him something unique. The idea that popped in your mind just 3 weeks before Taeyong’s birthday was singing to him. You weren’t one to keep secrets from each other however one thing you sucessfully managed to hide from him was your singing ability. At first you didn’t really mean to hide it, you were just shy and thought that you would never compare to your boyfriend who is a well known musical artist. So you kept it to yourself for a while and asked Mark and Johhny to keep their mouths shut for good measure.

Actually your plan was not only just singing to him but singing to him while also playing the guitar. There was one problem in this scenario too however, you had no idea how to play the guitar. You learned some chords way back when you were younger, but you didn’t remember anything. So you dediced to get help from an expert, of course it was none other than your best friend Mark. When you came to him with this idea suddenly demanding him to teach you how to play the guitar in just 3 weeks, to say he was shocked would be an understatement. Though not guaranteeing you’d be able to play the song you picked properly in just 3 weeks, he agreed to help regardless, not being able to refuse favors coming from you.

The 3 weeks of learning the guitar with Mark and then practicing almost everyday at home was tough, not to mention you had to sneak around to keep Taeyong from finding out. Of course there was also Johnny and his big mouth too. But he actually managed to keep it a secret for longer than you thought, even helping you by making up excuses when Taeyong would get suspicious sometimes. Though it was challenging, the results were decent. You could play the first verse, the chorus and the bridge of the song you choose just fine, while also singing along. Mark was impressed how much you learned in such a short span of time and kept hyping you up to build your confidence while Taeyong’s birthday was getting closer.

When it was finally the day before Taeyong’s birthday, thankfully it fell on a Saturday and he typically didn’t have schedule on the weekends. All your plans were ready, for Friday night you planned a small dinner at your place with just the two of you, even attempting to make him a cake. Although it didn’t turn out too well visually, it still tasted good so you hoped he would like it. At exactly 12:00 AM it would be July 1st and you would take out Mark’s guitar from the place you hid it and sing him the song you had been practicing non-stop for the past 3 weeks. For Satuday, on his actual birthday you planned to have a picnic by a lake nearby during the day and celebrate at the dorm with the boys at night.

Your heart started thundering in your chest when you finally heard your door bell ring. He was finally here. You checked the table you put together one last time and made sure everything looked perfect, not forgetting to check yourself out in the entryway mirror and adjusting the blush colored silk dress that complimented your figure perfectly too. When you finally opened the door you found your boyfriend looking very handsome in a white dress shirt and his favorite jeans. He even styled his hair, matching the semi-formal occasion when you only asked him to have dinner at your place.

His eyes danced on your figure from head to toe immediately bringing a smile to his face as he said;

‘‘Wow babe! You look incredible. What’s the occasion?’‘ laughing a little slightly by the end.

Eyeing him disapprovingly you replied; ‘‘Well, I don’t know. You tell me Mr. Lee.’’

‘’You don’t look too shabby yourself’‘ you continued, letting out a giggle.

He gently grabbed your your right hand and made you spin around.

‘‘I don’t know what I did to deserve this...’‘ he said still not being able to take his eyes off of you while smiling sheepishly.

You replied by locking your lips to his. There was a slight urgency hidden in the kiss, not being able to meet up with him properly for the past 3 weeks made you miss him so much. You could tell that he missed you too when he wasted no time to grab your waist to pull you closer and deepening the kiss. You pulled away a little bit sooner than he would like and even though you didn’t want to and said;

‘‘Taeyong... We should have dinner first. And I have a surprise for you.’‘

After giving you a one last peck he replied while looking deeply in your eyes;

‘‘I know, I know. I just can’t help myself. I guess I missed you too much...’‘

‘‘I know baby. I missed you too. But it’s dinner time now. Come on.’‘ you cooed while pulling him to the living room.

His eyes landed on the dinner table you put together and he let out a small gasp while his hands going towards his mouth.

‘‘Did you make all this for me?’‘ he was examining the different dishes you cooked for him that he loved.

‘‘To be completely honest, I don’t think I can get anywhere near you when it comes to cooking. But I still hope you like them. If you don’t you don’t have to finish.’‘ you said getting a bit self conscious.

Because you weren’t really much of a cook. Taeyong was the one who cooked for you all the time. And the times he didn’t cook you just ordered delivery food. But since this was a special occasion you tried your best to cook some of his favorite dishes.

Sensing your confidence faltering Taeyong quickly replied;

‘‘Of course I will love them. You made them for me after all. I will finish them all.’’ giving you a warm back hug and kissing your cheek.

One of the many reasons you loved Taeyong was his incredibly loving, supportive nature. Even if the food you cooked was terrible (which it wasn’t but) he would still try to finish it all with a smile on his face. And most likely the next time you attempted to cook he would teach you.

Taeyong enjoyed the dinner you cooked for him more than you expected. Even throwing a few compliments here and there and talking about how spoiled he feels. But as the dinner was slowly coming to an end you started getting more and more nervous about your little suprise. Clearing the plates on the table together and making room for the cake, it was then time to light the candles as it was almost 12 AM. Taeyong looked really happy seeing you even went the extra lengths to bake him a cake. You caught your hand holding the lighter trembling a little bit as all you could think about was the small performance you had been preparing for the past few weeks. Taeyong got the lighter from your trembling hand and looked at you with concerned eyes;

‘‘Babe, are you ok?’‘

‘‘Yeah I’m fine, let’s light the candles.’‘ you quickly replied back pretending to be ok.

He didn’t question you more while he finished lighting the candles. As the clock hit 12 AM you cheered;

‘‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!’‘

You could see the way his face lit up by the way he was gazing at you. Even though you told him to make a wish he shook his head and said;

‘‘I couldn’t have asked for a better birthday and a better girlfriend. What else can I wish for? I got everything I want right here.’‘ with his signature smile that made you melt.

You couldn’t help but smile back fondly at him as he blew his candles. Taeyong surprisingly enjoyed the cake too, asking you some questions about how you made it. But you could only think of the chords in your head, starting to get stressed like what if you made a mistake? You worked so hard to get it perfect, it would be a shame if you made a mistake while trying to do something nice for your boyfriend. The moment you dreaded finally came when Taeyong finished his cake and took his plate to put it into the dishwasher.

When he was in the kitchen you quickly took out the guitar you managed to conceal behind the couch by the very corner. Taeyong did a double take when he saw you with a guitar standing in the middle of the living room when he came back. His expression was a mixture of confusion and fascination.

‘‘Taeyong, this is my present to you.’‘ you said with a small voice, your nerves getting the better of you.

Closing your eyes, you started playing like the way Mark taught you. When the verse started, all of your nervousness from before faded away and your eyes fluttered open as you sang along. Just from the first few words you sang you could see how blown away Taeyong was. You gained even more confidence by seeing him just staring at you with an amazed grin on his face, like he was finding it hard to believe. When you got to the bridge, you deemed it the killing part because you were putting in more power to certain words and singing a bit higher, with more emotion. Taeyong continued watching you slightly dazed. When you finally finished, you stared at each other for a moment that seemed longer than it was. As if both of you were finding it hard to process what just happened. It was Taeyong who was quick to close the distance between you two and his lips were even quicker to meet yours.

Pulling back from the kiss he said;

‘‘Y/N I had no idea you could sing! This is crazy! How did I not know how talented you are!’‘ excitement and amazement was evident on his face.

‘‘Because I kinda hid it from you...’‘ you replied averting your eyes a bit.

‘‘You’re a real musician you know. And I only sing a little bit. I’m a total amateur.’‘ you continued.

He gave you a disapproving look and said; ‘’Nonsense. It was pretty amazing what you just did now. I think you are very talented. You can even play the guitar!’‘ he exclaimed.

‘’Well about that... I actually don’t know how to play the guitar... I’ve just been learning to play this one song for you for the past 3 weeks.’’ you admitted.

Eyes getting bigger once again he said; ‘’What? You mean you learned to play like this in only 3 weeks? And you learned it to sing to me?’’ smiling from ear to ear by the end of his sentence.

‘‘Yes, I learned it because I wanted to make you feel special for once.’‘ you replied back mirroring his smile.

Taeyong responded by tilting your chin up and connected his lips with yours. He was kissing you more passionately this time. Almost in a way to convey how you were making him feel. As the kiss got deeper by the minute he pulled back slowly to look deeply in your eyes.

‘‘I love you Y/N.’‘ he let out the breath he didn’t even realize he was holding and continued;

‘‘I haven’t said it until now because I didn’t want to burden you. I was worried of scaring you off. I thought you’d find it too early and the heaviness of those three words would ruin the playful, light-hearted connection we have going on. But I was wrong.’‘

‘‘I tried to show it through actions and thought it was enough. But right now, I realized it’s not enough. I am totally and utterly in love with you. So you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not.’‘ he concluded with a laugh.

Watching your boyfriend pouring his heart out to you with an intense passionate gaze was urging you to do the same.

‘‘Good. Because I’m totally and utterly in love with you too Lee Taeyong.’‘ you confessed chuckling a little, while holding him.

‘‘You know you raised the bar on the birthday surprises way higher now right?’‘ he said with a smirk, earning a light punch on his arm from you.

‘‘Maybe next year you could dance for me. I bet you’re good at dancing too.’‘ he suggested, expression turning devilish.

‘‘I’m not... But you can always teach me.’‘ you responded with a challenging smirk.

‘‘Right now, the only dance I want to do is the Devils Tango.’’ he said with a proud expression.

‘‘Taeyong! Oh my god, where did you learn that?’‘ you started laughing because it was ridiculous.

‘‘Come on Y/N you gotta admit it was kinda smooth. Doesn’t that mean se-’‘ he was about to say but you interrupted him by saying;

‘‘You won’t get any if you don’t stop talking about it like that though.’‘ trying to hide your laugh by turning back and walking away.

But your fake push & pull game was cut short when you suddenly found yourself in Taeyong’s arms being carried princess style.

‘‘I don’t think I can wait anymore.’‘ he said in urgency, lust evident in his eyes while carrying you to the bedroom.

Taeyong’s 25th birthday would surely be a time you would both remember.

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chunhua-s · 4 years ago

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davi dabi dude 🤍 big fat congrats on reaching 200!! i bet you will very soon hit even more milestones and i'll be coming back to get a taste of your beautiful fics for myself👉🏼👈🏼

as you may or may not know my favourite boy is atsumu and you wrote this beautiful soulmate au for me, which also happens to be my favourite au🥺🥺

so uhm ah... what do i do soulmate au eith atsumu part two but hit me with some toothrotting fluff?😳

anyways, don't divorce me, i love you🦊

runa suna bro 🥺 thank you for requesting bb!! and thanks for always brainrotting with me, i love swapping braincells with you over these men 😌💕 and pleasepleaseplease, bb, know that if anything else, i absolutely adore you, okay??? you’re such an amazing person and you deserve the entire universe and if i could i would give it to you! i know peachy and nona feel the same as well — we value your time and company, never doubt that for a second! anyways here’s your fluff!! i literally spent all of today thinking about this and i hope you’ll like it! this time it’ll be from tsumu’s perspective, and though it’s not necessary to read it, the first part of this request would provide some background if ever anyone wanted it. i’ll leave a link for you guys to see! 🥰 ily runa bb — and as always, i hope you and everyone will enjoy reading this!

WRAPPED UP IN YOUR ARMS ➽ ATSUMU MIYA x READER

genre: fluff (with a smidgeon of comfort)

au: soulmates (part two of with our fates tangled together — although you don’t need to read it first before reading this!)

warnings: implied sexual content towards the end

some days, atsumu thinks, are easier than others. the days when he can make you laugh, when your smiles shine brighter than any star in the night sky, he treasures them like tiny little gems, collects them in the palm of his hands and holds them close to his heart. those are the days where he can feel his chest soaring on such an intense feeling of happiness that his brown eyes will shine on diamond tears as he holds you in his arms and kisses the top of your head. those are the days that write their poems along his skin underneath your touch and kiss him with a tenderness he can’t imagine coming from anywhere else but you.

but the truth of the matter still stands: atsumu knows that he’s hurt you before. he can see it in the way your gaze sometimes fall from his face, lips pressed together as you suddenly pull away from him as if you’d been burned. he sees it in the way your hands tangle themselves in your red string, how your fingers twist together with the insecurities that he’d torn into your skin over the years. you haven’t fully healed, it’s painfully obvious to him, and it fills him with a kind of regret that causes his food to turn sour and for every breath he takes to taste like poison.

today, you’re curled up in his living room, wrapped up beneath one of the blankets he’d bought for you. your eyes are glazed over, unseeing as you fiddle with the red chord tied around your pinky finger: each tug of it pulls on his own end so that he can hear the worries of your heart on secret whispers. the sight of you is a hand around his neck, clawing at his skin and drawing blood from searing wounds. every pluck on your string is a second that tightens like a vice until he can’t breathe, and all that’s left in atsumu’s body is the dull echoes of doubt and fear that you unknowingly give to him — fear that perhaps he’d soon cast you aside like he once did, doubt that your bond wouldn’t last long, and that the happiness you feel would crumble apart and vanish like sand between your fingers.

atsumu forces himself to breathe under the hands around his neck, shuts his eyes for one, two, three beats of his heart, before he moves himself forward — slow, careful steps disappear beneath the grey carpet, as if any sudden noise would violently tear you from your pedestal and cast you down to shatter like fine china. and so, when he’s close enough, he gently reaches his hand to hold yours, lets his fingers tangle up in your own and with the little web you managed to make between them. he watches your eyes light up when you see him, just like the moon riding over the still surface of the ocean, it’s as if the sight of him restored your oxygen and taught you how to breathe again.

“atsumu,” he hears you whisper on a breathless sigh, a smile blossoming tenderly on your lips as you hold his hand between your own, letting his warmth sink into your cold skin. he returns your affections with a gentle press of his lips to your forehead, a hand brushes away the pieces of hair that fell over your face like a curtain as he gently tilts your chin upwards to meet your gaze. you’re glowing under a golden light, radiant in your image and burning your place into his heart with an insistence he could never ignore.

“c’mere,” he gently urges, pulling you to your feet so that he can hold you closely to his chest with one hand: the other reaches into the pocket of his pants so that he can grab his phone. you can’t see him opening the youtube app with your own arms wrapping entirely around his midsection, the fluttering of your heart traveling down the red string that binds the both of you together and making itself at home right in atsumu’s throat — like the beginnings of a melody he only hears when he’s with you.

he wants to listen to that melody for the rest of his life.

“you remember that song you sent me last week?” when he looks down at you, he sees your face falling into that cute little pout you get whenever you’re thinking of something — and gods, he’s told you so many times how adorable you look when you get like this — before you slowly nod, lifting your gaze to find his. he smiles down at you as his thumb presses the video he was looking for, before he places his phone down on the coffee table and wraps his arms around your body, just in time for the familiar strumming of the guitar to fill up his living room on the evening breeze. he watches your expression melt into one of adoration and what he can only describe as unadulterated happiness as your eyes meet his. “i’ve been listening to it all week,” he confesses on a soft chuckle, it rumbles in his chest and courses through your lungs like liquid gold as he pulls you into him and rests his chin on the crown of your head. slowly, he sways his body with yours, gently rocking the both of you back and forth to the melody that surrounds him and you.

“telll me what stopped you, what led you, what touched you, what turned you on?”

atsumu drags in another long breath before he speaks next, the words so quiet that you might not have heard them had you not been so close to him. “i’m so sorry for how i treated you before...”

he feels your pull back slightly to look up at his faces, but he doesn’t meet your gaze. he can’t, because he knows that he’ll see nothing but understanding and forgiveness in your eyes — he can’t look at you and accept those sentiments when he doesn’t believe he deserves them. you should be angry with him. you should hate him, call him out on his selfish behaviour and hurt him just like he did to you: the words churn in his head and burn his throat like vodka — they sting and leave a horrible taste in his mouth.

“you don’t have to say sorry to me anymore, atsumu.” your voice is filled with all the tenderness in the world: it causes atsumu’s eyes to burn with tears hen desperately tries to fight away. but when your palm comes to rest on his cheek and his brown eyes — the brown of his cinnamon scent, of autumn leaves and warm cups of coffee — it becomes harder to hold them back. they fall from his lashes and draw lines down your skin, and on those marks, you’re able to see every single shard of regret that stabs his heart and every thorn that tears his skin. “none of that matters anymore, hm?” you hum, “we’re fine now — we have each other. we’re together now.”

atsumu falls apart.

he brings your face to his with both of his hands and melts against your lips, tries to pour every ounce of affection he feels so that it envelops you with angel wings and teaches you to soar above the clouds. your lips are so soft against his that he feels his own heart calling out for you, chanting your name on an endless mantra that fills up every thought in his mind and forbids you from ever turning away from him. i love you, i love you, i love you— it’s all unsaid between his lips, but he feels you returning it all to him when your fingers sink into his hair and when your hands pull him closer. i love you, i love you, i love you— it marks his skin as he pushes you down against the sofa and climbs on top of you before returning his lips to yours, devouring you with a desperation that can only be satisfied by your touch. and you, you’re more than happy to give yourself to him. you give to him every cry of his name, every kiss across his skin, every reverent touch of your fingers as he collapses into you. in the throes of your devotion and love for him, you seal your fates together and become reborn, so that your bodies intertwine and fill the quiet night with the songs of adoration and pleasure.

that night, the two of you become one, and you learn to let go of your hurt as atsumu forgives himself for hurting you.

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joshstambourine · 4 years ago

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GVF as Your Best Friend

"Hii can I request gvf as besties and dumb things that they would do with the reader, also can the pronouns for the reader be neutral 🥺" - @guitarfingers

Thank you so much for sending this in!! I really wanted to do it quick cause I just loved the idea so much!

Please please please, if anyone wants me to write something with neutral pronouns, please let me know (same with male pronouns). Sometimes I get on autopilot when I'm writing and start using female pronouns without thinking.

These fics are mostly written whenever I get five minutes to myself, so sometimes I get distracted as well but that doesn't make it right.

Warning: Cursing

Taglist: @anditsmywholeheart @babydxll

Josh

Oh what a loud friend. What a noisy naughty friend. What a rotten rotten boy.

Lmao just kidding.

Though Josh is probably a lot of those things when it comes to being your friend. He already seems like a little gremlin who is surprisingly wise in general but as someone's best friend?? Oh man you're in for a time.

Your camera roll is just dumb pictures of you and Josh. Almost exclusively. Probably some you don't remember taking as well---

10/10 the "I double dare you to do the thing" type of friend.

"I didn't think you'd actually do it---"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! YOU DOUBLE DARED ME---"

"You're a terrible person (Y/N) how do you live with yourself?" //Gobblin snickering//

Has even less of a filter when he's with you, "oh fuck, you look like something the cat dragged in and then ate again and then--"

"What the--- Josh???"

Josh also has a foul mouth from what I gather so if you're going to be friends with him be ready for a lot of cursing.

Take it as a compliment! It means he's comfortable with you!

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"Yes and your mom as well."

Despite all that. Josh I can imagine being a very protective friend.

Think the kind of person who gets mad when a person insults you and says, "Whoa, what the fuck, only I can say mean shit like that to them."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine Josh..."

"Honest?"

"Honest."

Puts an arm around you, "Good.... it would have sucked to tell you they were right if you were upset."

Probably just //Demonic screeching// most of the time the two of you are together.

Other times a lot of philosophizing and asking important questions. Or questions he feels crucial to ask.

Probably because he's baked but---

"(Y/N)?"

"Yes Josh?"

"Why don't we call big Ants… Gi-ants?"

"I'm not talking to you anymore."

Josh also would be very keen to take an interest in things his bestie is interested in. Especially important things.

As an example: If they are religious he'd want to make sure he understands their beliefs. He wants them to know he respects these things.

Over all, he's a chaotic force to be reckoned with... but one that is going to carry you along with him. You're never going to have a dull moment and you're never going to feel alone.

And most importantly you'll know you're loved at all times.

Jake

Jake always strikes me as so relaxed, someone who likes to keep to himself.

Despite that I do also see he and Josh are twins and have some things in common.

He probably is just as much of a gremlin, though less loud and obnoxious about it.

"I just want to make sure... you picked out that outfit right? Not your mom?"

"Yes...?"

"Okay good, I don't want to offend your mom."

More than anything I picture him and you sitting quietly together just doing separate things in a comfortable silence half the time.

I mean that might seem lame but those are my personal favorite kind of friendships.

The ones where you can look up from whatever you were doing and just make a face at them...

... and since he's that kind of friend he'd raise his brows first, but then immediately make a corresponding face silently.

I feel like deep conversations are the thing the two of you would be best at. No shooting the shit. Always straight to the important stuff.

Drinking whiskey by a warm fire vibes.

If you have any interest in music, even slightly, Jake would be all over that. He'd want to expand that interest to make it a love.

"I'll teach you!"

"You're too busy you don't have time..."

"No way! You're my best friend, I'm not letting some random person teach you how to play guitar. Be serious (Y/N)."

I can picture Jake laying beside his friend on the floor just smoking and listening to his favorite records.

Also a really warm and sentimental friend I think. Now this might just be a me thing but it's something I could see him doing, not often just for really important things. Maybe saving little things?

Like a ticket from a concert he went to with his best friend. Or a receipt from a really nice hang out.

Probably a Polaroid boy because of that.

That might just be me. I really feel like he likes to have things to look back on.

"Oh wow you still have that??" You ask pointing to a concert ticket from years ago tucked into the side of his mirror.

"Of course I do! I loved being there with you!"

Jake treasures his time with his friends, and its important to keep his best friend safe always.

Sam

ANOTHER FORCE OF CHAOS.

But. Sam definitely seems like one who actively tries to be a chaotic force, whereas Josh has it come naturally.

So I imagine a lot of making super dumb videos together.

"Hang on before we start!! (Y/N) can you do up my braids??"

"Fuck yeah i can."

I would want to see cooking videos made by the both of you. They'd be hysterical I know it. Get on it please.

Lots of spontaneous dancing together.

"What are you guys even doing...?"

(Horrendous dance moves that are not in-synch intensifies)

Probably a lot of shopping trips together, not necessarily to shop. Just to be out together.

Probably also would fight over who pays for lunch because neither of you can just pay separately.

Is it bad that I sorta imagine him being a bit of a wine aunt friend??

Like--- you both are just at a table drinking a glass of wine and just complaining about everyone and gossiping non-stop.

I do think he'd want to have a movie night with his best friend. They take turns picking, but hardly ever watch the movie... too busy making comments over the movie and pointing out flaws in it.

"WHY ARE YOU STILL STANDING THERE!! GET IN THE HOUSE--- ladies in horror movies man---"

"You'd be the first one to die in a horror movie... im almost positive."

".....thanks for that (Y/N)."

All that said Sam strikes me as one of those people who take note of little things about people.

So you would always get super personal gifts from Sam. Something that is irreplaceable.

It also means that by the expression on your face at any given time he knows how you're feeling.

"...oh? (Y/N) are you okay...?"

"Huh??"

"You look upset, did something happen?"

"Ah... just an upsetting text that's all."

"You wanna vent, I'll get the wine?"

A friendship with Sam means excitement of course but also a strong personal connection you probably won't be able to replace in your entire life.

Danny

I think he's the kind of best friend that wants to chat with your parents.

You know that friend. We can all picture that friend we have. The one who your parents adore and make you pretty sure they wish this friend was actually their child instead of you?

Danny is that friend.

All the boys seem to really enjoy the outdoors but I do think Danny strikes me as one of the boys who seems to enjoy it the most.

I can picture him wanting to be outside with his best friend.

Hikes. A day trip to the beach. Golf.

"Cmon (Y/N)! Can't have ya falling behind!" He'd yell when too much space builds between the two of you on a hiking trail.

I'm sure all the boys would do this but, I do think Danny would be the type of friend to go out of his way to make your life easier.

Even if this means doing something drastic.

"Your parents won't be able to make it out for the holidays...? Let's drive out there together."

"What?? We cant---"

"I've already got it planned don't worry about it."

There's also always the added benefit of getting to take out your emotions on his drum kit whenever you need to as well... this is an open ended invitation.

Danny unfortunately seems like the kind of person that listens most of the time and probably doesn't get to be the one to complain himself.

So you would have to keep an eye on him and prod a lot to get him to open up.

Even then I think you'd have to get him drinking before he'd actively talk about his problems.

It's not that he doesn't trust you. He just doesn't want to burden you, especially if you have a lot happening.

The kind of friend that wants to bond with your pets (they probably listen to him better than they ever did for you).

Let's be honest he'd bring your pets gifts so much.

"Another bandana?? Danny where are you getting these---"

"It has to match the collar I got him."

"Jeez get your own pet man."

All in all. Danny is a gentle soul, so keep that in mind as his best friend. He will give his all, probably 150%... make sure you keep up your end.

Otherwise he will burn himself out.

All in all:

Look it's pretty easy just to assume that all the guys would be good friends.

They all are sweet guys.

They all seem like people who enjoy learning about new things and people's interests.

As a group---

There would be so much fun and merriment as you all explore nature.

Bonfires and music baby.

Camping invitations of course.

Probably lots of drinking games (if you drink).

"Haha--- (Y/N) has to drink kings Cup!"

"Fuck my life..."

"Sucks to suck buddy!"

Lots of music being played.

Long drives with the windows down.

Stupid jokes.

Dumb faces.

A good group of guys that will honestly accept you as you are.

And that will also make fun of you mercilessly.

All out of love of course~

//Hopefully you liked it! For those who noticed, yes I did post this early by accident, I went to save this and like... hit the save button. And then I opened up my feed and there it was so!!! I don't know what happened.//

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pedros-mustache-main · 4 years ago

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unable are the loved to die

idk what this is. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ happy hallowqueen!

title comes from an emily dickinson poem

it is his first time living alone, out from under the sheltering wings of his parents and released from the changeable moods and hectic schedules of his bandmates; and yet, he does not believe he is truly alone.

there’s something else—someone else—in the house.

brian can’t tell for certain, but he is fairly convinced it is an ancient being. or, at least something unfamiliar with modern amenities. in his first few weeks at the flat, he notices slight variances to his belongings when he wakes, or returns from the studio, or simply turns his back for a moment.

one morning, he finds his toaster-oven askew on the counter, though he knows he left it tucked neatly in its corner. the following day, he returns from a short grocery trip to hear music drifting from the turn-table in the living room.

so long as the being sticks with relatively harmless actions, brian isn’t worried. he can handle a ghost—or whatever it is.

months pass. brian settles into a new routine, as does his shadow.

he finds that the being enjoys candlelight; any time he lights a candle, a rush of air curls around his legs. from what? he isn’t sure, but he takes to leaving a low candle lit on a windowsill most evenings, and when the air turns frosty, lighting a fire more often than he normally would.

it likes music, too, flooding the room with a sharp chill any time he strums his guitar or plays a record. he finds himself playing long into the night, even after working his fingers to the bone at the studio all day.

in his bedroom one afternoon, he finds a wooden box stored high in the closet, covered in a thick layer of dust. he hadn’t noticed it before, busy as he is, but he has a few hours to spare, so he sits on the corner of his bed and pries the rusted lock open with his finger. within the box he finds an antique brush with stiff bristles and a silver backing. it’s heavy in his hands, worn with age and ill-use. there’s a pair of pearl barrettes, a long pink ribbon, and a dried, crumbling rose. there’s a name—soft and sweet—etched along the inside of the box.

he places the box on the mantle in his bedroom, over the cold, dead fireplace he never uses. he leaves the box open, drapes the ribbon over the edge, and wonders if, perhaps, his shadow once bore the name engraved within the solid wood.

that night, he wakes with a start. he’s not sure what draws him from sleep, but it doesn’t really matter—not when he sees her sitting at the foot of his bed.

she glows, radiates with a heavenly sort of energy that casts her features in a soft, hazy light. as he suspected, she is old, though her smooth skin and bright eyes tell him she must have passed only several years his junior when she had walked the earth. her clothing, though, is dated beyond compare: a flowing gown that clings to her bodice, delicate jewelry at her neck, thin stockings on her feet. she tilts her head to the side when he meets her gaze, and she smiles.

he loses his breath.

“hello,” she says. her voice is sweet like honey, dripping with poise and elegance.

brian pushes himself to a sitting position. he runs a hand through his sleep-muddled hair. “are you—” his words fail when she reaches out and brushes a wayward lock of hair away from his forehead. her touch is like a butterfly’s kiss, barely there yet strangely present.

“i’m sorry if i’ve been bothering you.”

he shakes his head earnestly. “you haven’t.”

“it’s been a long time since anyone noticed... well...” she ducks her head and presses her lips together in a bashful look that sends his heart into overdrive. finally, she regains her composure and twists to face him better. “what is your name?”

“brian.” he must sound like an idiot, only answering in brief, unimaginative sentences. still, he can hardly form a thought. he’s too struck by her, by the halo engulfing her, and the gentle sway of her eyelashes.

she tells him her name, and he is unsurprised to hear it is the very one carved in the box on the mantle across the room. he’s just surprised at how much his heart squeezes when her voice is the one to say it.

“you are a talented musician, brian,” she says. “my mother tried to teach me how to play the piano but i’m afraid i can only remember ‘yankee doodle’ now.”

he smirks at this. “that’s a fine song.”

“not compared to your tunes.”

he blinks, draws in a breath through his nose, then shakes his head. “how��when did you—” he chuckles at the ridiculousness of it all. “i have a lot of questions.”

“yes, i’m sure. lucky for me, i have all the time in the world to answer your queries.” she props her elbow the leg twisted beneath her and drops her chin to her hand. “what is it you would like to know first?”

brian swears he falls in love that very moment.

“why did you wait so long?”

“to show myself?” she laughs a little. “most people are frightened by me.”

“i’m not. haven’t been the whole time.”

her smile eases, softens, grabs his heart. “no,” she says slowly. “you haven’t been.”

“am i crazy for—” he shakes his head again. god, he’s mad, but...

“if you’re mad, then i am too.”

he lifts his eyes from the rumbled bedclothes. her stare is a perfect mirror of his own: entranced, caught between reality and something more, desperate, and yearning.

on impulse, he extends his hand. the glow of her arm wavers as she places her palm in his. he cannot feel her as he might another; only a gentle pressure against his skin assures him that, yes, she is there. yet it is the sweetest touch he has ever felt.

and if they are mad for loving one another, he thinks, then at least they are mad together.

#brian may x reader #brian may blurb #j blurbs

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redrosesartcabin · 4 years ago

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Self indulgent series: Part 2.1

Life: Part 1

(Kenji x female reader, authors perspective) (the reader is a singer) (also: Some angst in here. I dunno why, but I just love writing some angst with fluff endings xD)

“So, let me get this straight”, the interviewer said, bewildered by the story the singer and songwriter Red Rose had brought up, “you met your now husband, Kenji Kon no less, on Jurassic World as one of the kids who got stranded for five months?”

“That’s correct”, she said. She had answered that very question a million times, but she couldn’t fault them for it: It was an unbelievable story (though she started to wonder how not everyone was aware by now that she was one of the teens back than).

“It was in December of 2015. I was thirteen years old and exited to be one of the first teens to visit Camp Cretaceous. I have to admit, I wasn’t and still am not, maybe even less than before, the biggest fan of dinosaurs. I’m not particularly interested in facts about them, but I definitely was interested in seeing some Dino action! So when I won first place at the talent show of my school-“

“Unsurprisingly”, the interviewer interluded at which the audience gave a collective chuckle.

“-I was still very excited about going to Jurassic World. My parents never wanted to go and in retrospect I can understand why. But you know: I was a naïve thirteen-year-old and didn’t think much about the consequences of the past. What happened at Jurassic Park you know? I was convinced Jurassic World was different and all worked out. Boy was I wrong! We all know it now! But at least I can say that I got, besides trauma, lifelong friends and my amazing husband out of it”

“That definitely can’t be disputed”, the interviewer agreed. Red Rose found him quite pleasant. Although he was a chatterbox, he was still very respectful and didn’t poke too much into the Jurassic World story: Although she was, for the most part, over the trauma, it was still a work in progress and it’s not a time she always remembers fondly. On most days she remembers the good moments she had with her newfound friends there, but sometimes she could feel the adrenaline rush through her as she thought of dinosaurs trying to eat her and her fellow campers. She saw flashes of sharp teeth and could feel hot, stinking breath and hear growls drawing shivers down her spine. Red Rose liked to focus on the human part of the experience, so she preferred being able to tell the tale of Jurassic World the way she wanted without being asked too much…

“So, Kon helped you reach fame if I remember correctly?”, he asked.

“Definitely! Though, I mean: I was able to do most of what I’m doing. Teaching myself how to use certain programs. I taught myself how to sing and I’ve always written my own stuff…But I certainly wasn’t good at marketing myself or making myself grow.

Kenji and I became boyfriend and girlfriend when I was sixteen and he was eighteen. That same year we went on vacations for three weeks in the Caribbean’s. And “, she let out a laugh. The camera closed up on her and caught a smile and a glance that looked so touched by love anyone could feel how much she adored her spouse, “I remember how we went on the private part of the beach Kenjis father had purchased. I sat down on a hammock and a guitar and just started improvising and singing. Little did I know my boyfriend -gosh that sounds weird to say now- was filming me. He put it up on Instagram, and he already had quite a following back then, so it gained quite some attention. Though not necessarily because it was a nice scenery or any of that: But because people genuinely liked how I sing and the melody I had come up with. And well… it got wild from there. People soon requested I make my own Instagram page for making music.

A year later I was asked if I would like to produce some music and well… then my career started”

“That’s honestly such a cool and sweet story. Though how about an even sweeter reunion? Please welcome: Kenji Kon”

Red Rose got up from her seat with a wild jump, not as the eccentric, elegant yet kind of crazy minded artist, but as y/n Kon. As the wife who hadn’t seen her husband in person for a month because of the production of yet another movie starring him as the protagonist.

The crowd clapped in awe of him, as fans. She wanted to clap because her heart was clapping too. Her heart was dancing a tango inside of chest as though she was seeing her middle school crush in the hallway. His dark eyes, ridden with depth met her y/e.c. ones and all they could read in each other’s eyes was happiness and love.

This happened within miliseconds, but it passed by in slow motion for her, so she perceived herself running towards him with calm. For the rest of the world however she was perceived as looking like a golden retriever who had missed his owner whilst they were at work and were ready to play.

It was adorable. It was downright touching how the couple met each other halfway and gave each other a long, passionate yet gentle kiss (so that it wouldn’t be too inappropriate for life TV).

“Not to be giddy, but you really are a couple to die for”, the interviewer said. The audience half chuckled half yelled in agreement. She felt her cheeks blush in a deep dark shade of red and heard her husband chuckle in embarrassment. She looked down to her and whispered “Hello love”

Kenji had, unsurprisingly, had found joy in being actor. Being dramatic and showing his face on camera all the time? Perfect!

And he honest to god was a great actor. Though it did get annoying from time to time that he was casted as either the pretty faced villain or the charming, perfect love interest. Sometimes he was even both.

Y/n didn’t like to admit it, but she was quite jealous at the beginning when she saw him kiss other men and women on screen. It took a big fight for her to admit that.

She wasn’t proud of that fight at all. She had been, without wanting to, been very critical of her then fiancé (it was about six months before they got married). She would call him several times a day when he was on set of a particularly spicy rom com and observe his socials every couple of minutes. Y/n remembers her friends teasing her about it in the beginning and then eventually scold her. “Don’t you trust him?”, they had asked and she had answered, “I do….”, and they knew she was telling the truth, yet there was more behind it.

Kenji soon caught up and noticed her strange clinginess.

“What is up with you, Y/N? You know I have work to do! You can’t call me that often on set!”, he had yelled when the topic came up. He had been visiting for the weekend before he would go back on set.

“Why not? Can a girl not talk to her fiancé?”, she had asked with a sharp undertone

“Of course, you can darling. But twenty times a day is simply too much!”, he argued, yet he tried keeping his tone softer.

“I don’t call that often”, she pouted

“Oh YES you do!”, he put his phone out and showed her the times she had called just the other day. She counted about thirty, “I was nice with that number!”

“And? So what? You can just put your phone on silent”

“Yes, of course I can. This isn’t about solving the notification issue it’s about solving your trust issues towards me. Why don’t you trust me?”, as he asked the question his anger had subsided and genuine hurt showed in his eyes in his voice, “you monitor me like I’m an inmate”

“I…”, she was only able to say, her throat suddenly seemed dry, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… I…”, she couldn’t find the right words to explain it. It hurt too much to admit. She thought she had been over that thought pattern a long time ago, but it had returned to her.

“What? What have I done to deserve this?”, he asked, “Why are you even with me, if who I am disturbs you so much?”

And that… that sentence had hurt her more than that ugly thing inside of her she hadn’t wanted to face.

“You fool!”, she screamed in fury as the sentence he had uttered stung, her eyes filling with endless tears, “How could you ever think you disturb me? You are the most beautiful, wonderful human being I know, inside and out. And on top of that you are incredibly kindhearted. And that’s why I’m like this… I don’t want to lose you. And it’s not that I don’t trust you: I highly doubt you’d ever cheat on anyone. You are too kind for that. But I fear… I feared when you are together with all these good-looking actors you might not find me enough anymore. I know it’s stupid, but you see: The past haunted me again. When I was called fat. When I was called not-good-enough. When I read social media comments saying you’re out of my league and I don’t deserve you. Ugly words that ate me up inside when I was a child and young teen. I thought I was past that but I…I…”, now the tears were too many and her words died with hiccups. She felt his form surround her in a hug that felt so warm and yet sharp as knifes. She loved his touch but felt guilty for not opening up about this sooner. She had never wanted to be like this, but alas she had been too much of a coward to burden him or herself with this.

“Love”, he whispered after comforting her for a couple of minutes, “Look at me”

She lifted her head. Her eyes were red and puffy, her lips were dark pink, and tears had run streaks across her cheeks. It broke Kenji to have hurt her so deeply, yet he also knew that it wasn’t his fault. It was however his responsibility, to clear this up once and for all.

“Love listen”, he started, “I completely understand your jealousy. But we’ve been together for almost ten years and in all that time, I’ve never encountered a woman more incredible, deeply fascinating and intrinsically beautiful as you. No acted kiss could bring me away from you, no sexy actor could keep my mind from ever wishing for more than to be by your side. I’ve been by your side for almost six years: What should change now?

The monster from your past is, as already stated: Past. Their words were untrue. These people were in pain themselves when they caused you pain. You were a target to unleash the inner turmoil of others. It’s no excuse but it is the explanation. Those who feel they must hurt others are those who seek the most attention and power because they’d be devoid of having a self. I should know: I used to be similar to that. And I had my phase of jealousy as well, you know?”

“Really?”, y/n managed to ask

“Oh yes! I was in rage every time I heard you talk about any of your guy friends back in high school. Difference is I could hide it better because we were apart a lot of the time. I feared you would find someone who had more of a personality than me. I was no longer sure looks would cut it”

“Gosh love”, she answered, her voice love drunken, “you burst of personality. You aren’t just a pretty boy or well… pretty man. You have so much spirit and energy to give to the world. You are the definition of happiness and sunshine. And on top of that you are an incredibly talented man with so much to show. You wield the human mind and emotions so well you can convert yourself to be something other than yourself convincingly-”

“See?”, he asked, “and just like you love me like that and see all that good I sometimes don’t recognize, I see it in you… I always love you”

“I love you too. I’m sorry”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m so happy we had this talk. It was much needed”

“Yeah”, she hummed as her lips almost touched his and within seconds the couple found themselves passionately kissing

Ever since then they hadn’t had any of these kinds of self-worth problems. They’d say I love you on a daily basis and gave each other compliments whenever they could.

One thing the fans found especially cute was that, without fail, Red Rose would comment on each of Kenji’s selfies and comment “hey gorgeous, you single?” and he’d answer every single time, “Sure Sugar. Meet me at seven on your favorite street-corner”

One time they took a picture of each other on a nice-looking street corner. Kenji had called the picture “finally found the street corner. Been waiting to meet this lady for a while, apparently her name is ‘your wife’, which is peculiar but otherwise she seems nice”.

The picture even went viral and became one of the all-time favorite celebrity pictures of 2026.

After the talk-show they flew back in his helicopter.

They were in New York city and y/n looked at the city landscape with a fascinated gaze as she observed the flickering lights of the big apple.

Kenji looked at her with eyes shining almost as bright. He loved her love for everything new she sees. He had noticed that the first time she had seen the watering hole. He wasn’t really interested in her that way yet. He was fifteen and she thirteen, that makes quite a difference at this age. But still he couldn’t but smile as she looked at the dinosaurs with big eyes. And he loved that she hadn’t lost that spark, even as she got older, even as they came together and grew and changed together.

Y/n noticed his gaze and shifted hers to look at him.

‘What a beautiful man. I’ve missed him so’ she thought to herself.

“I missed you”, he said as though he had read her mind just now. Maybe he had. They had been together for so long they were often able to read each other’s subtle shifts in expression. Quite a beautiful thing.

“I missed you too”, she simply answered, “did you plan this talk show surprise?”

“Yes and no”, he admitted, “I was meeting up with Donavan O’Connor, the director of the ‘Elaine, the one?’ series. When calling Donavan, he told me had been to talking to Ray (the interviewer) and he was casually pointing out the funny coincidence you were meeting up for and mention the funny coincidence, that you’d have an interview with him that same day I come to the city and well… needless to say I called Ray and arranged things... I just had to. Couldn’t miss the opportunity to surprise my beautiful wife”

She smiled at that. A shy and flattered smile that reminded Kenji of when they were teens.

They landed on the roof of a nice-looking hotel. They had decided to stay the night here in New York before travelling back to Ireland… yes: Yes Ireland.

Most celebrities lived in L.A., but Kenji and y/n had preferred living a bit apart in an old mansion near the coast of south Ireland, close to the northern border. Although Kenji was a people person, he didn’t like the dishonesty and lying in the industry and wanted to get away from that with his wife who thought the same.

Besides: It was a beautiful country.

As they entered the room, they felt peace and happiness as well as a certain kind of tension arise.

Needless to say, there was another kind of reuinion going on that night...

(Sorry about that short ending, I had to heavily edit that ‘cause it originally was a... well... non Pg scene xD)

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Hi love, I'm the anon with the professor harry look-alike story

Sorry I took so long to answer. I forgot I had such a serious crush, so when I tried writing this the first time, a bunch of memories came back, and I started to ramble into details I shouldn't, so I stopped. That's why I eventually forgot, but I'm back and over the melodrama to give what you asked but with much more detail than I meant to lol. I hope you don't hate that it's a long post. Sorry again!

It's okay. It was/is legal, and we matched over a year later, so I wasn't his student anymore. idk if this is crossing anyone's mind rn, but I feel the need to clarify that I didn't search for him. The dating app doesnt even provide a search option; it was a bizarre coincidence.

We didn't go out. I was too chicken, and I'm glad it worked out how it did tbh. No regrets. I'm pretty inexperienced, even though I'm in my early 20s, and usually prefer older men.

I just told him it was unexpected and amusing but that he should decline and he said well that sends a mixed message and without much time in between, he did as I said. I'm not sure if he even remembered me but I guess it doesn't matter.

Won't share age but he's a little older than Harry even though he looks like he could still be in college. He looks more like adam brody when adam was on the OC show - it's the second post down (also a beautiful and sexy man), but I definitely caught glimpses of Harry, which made me do against my will double-takes at times. That one picture I sent with the parallel was an good example of when he looks more like Harry.

Oh he's also the same height as Louis and has the same small frame.

He's fan fiction worthy alright.

He started a band after high school, still writes music, and plays guitar. He used his motorcycle to get to work, wore leather jackets, dark pants, boots, and thin sweaters, which he mostly rolled the sleeves up halfway. He'd also wear those patterned button-ups that weren't so buttoned-up that we'd see a certain lhh wear.

let's just say he knew he looked good and knows how to dress

He spoke charismatically, has a Ph.D., and taught and still teaches(?) political science.

Suddenly human rights and politics are not just essential and intriguing but as sexy as that romanticized show Scandal lol

Many people had great things to say about him: he was fair, charismatic, and passionate, which is all true. Although in my mind, maybe as I'm too subjective, his passion boarded on a know-it-all kind of energy that was flustering to keep up with. Other than that, no complaints. He is a humanitarian, and those types melt my heart so it makes up for the know-it-all flustered thing. There were a few suggestive moments, but none of those actually matter. He was professional, behaved in a no-frills way during class, and would sadly only laugh sometimes. When he smiled/laughed, he looked exactly like 3:28

Oh shoot, I almost forgot the takeaway like what I learned because I got some life lessons out of this emotional ride. Suggestions if you ever are in this position: If you can, then don't have a class with a hot professor, not if you are so young/naive and idealistic like I was, it's totally not worth it. I mean, there are attractive people you don't think twice about, and then there are those who are your type. Learn to love yourself/be your own person before diving into the deep end and going wild card. At the same time, a little part of me still says, live your life, but trust your gut over me. I maintained a B but don't fool yourself. Not only is it distracting, so I had to teach myself the material after class, but the urge to be inappropriate is too strong lmao. I would say a quick thank you as I did with all my professors, but I always meant something more when I said that to him. Also, eyes don't lie! Larries of all people would know. So I had to do what Louis and Harry did: not interact or look at him much. I managed to fake boredom at times. Instead of nose scrunches or creepy lip-biting, just stay looking away.

you did not just link me to this moment. you didn't

and yes, adam brody in the oc is very similar to him in that photo you sent me!!! good-looking. to but it simply. i had the hugest crush on him when i watched this show back in middle school so yeah

oh, what a story. thank you, kind anon, for coming back and telling us the entire thing!!

it's definitely tricky being in that kind of situation, and he does sound like someone who could sweep you off your feet, especially as a student. the lessons you added are key to remember, bc it truly isn't worth getting into sticky business for anyone - let alone a smooth smart guy in his position.

i'm very glad it ended well for you! and i hope you find or have already found an alternative that makes you extremely happy <3

#kind anon #prof harry anon

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