#i'm just reflecting on how much love and wonder i used to feel toward star wars

[maingh0st]

i know i'm not the first to say this, but the acolyte's cancellation has confirmed how tired i am of disney's decision-making when it comes to their content. i know nostalgia is the easiest way to a big payout, but we can only take so many spinoffs before the universe starts to feel too small. but then fresh content—content that's building on the canon by looking to old star wars lore while asking new questions—fizzles out.

it's the sequel trilogy all over again. we're promised something new, something that actually expands the canon rather than just recycling it, even bringing in concepts from legends, and then the rug is ripped out from underneath us & we're punished for ever caring about any of it. silly babygirl! palpatine was always the big bad (don't worry about the fact that this is thematically nonsense and not foreshadowed in any way), and rey isn't a nobody ("your parents sold you because they loved you"), and this isn't a story about how the force transcends human categories and dynasties (represented by a grey jedi force dyad between a legacy skywalker and a nobody orphan from a backwater planet, fulfilling not only balance between light and dark but also transcending the old to become something new). silly idiot!!! rey's a palpatine by birth and a skywalker by self-adoption and god forbid she create her own identity outside of these names our fans recognize. watch as she stands alone on a sand planet that has no personal significance to her, ending her arc almost exactly as she began. but look!! two suns! neat

i don't even know if fanservice is the right word. at a certain point, it just starts to feel like they're quaking in their boots at the thought of doing anything new. i had my gripes with some of the choices in the acolyte, but at least it was unique. it explored a new era and asked questions that star wars has only ever flirted with. like: what happens to the children who are uprooted from their homes at such a young age, yet can't find their place in the jedi order? how does one survive in a supposedly honorable system that nevertheless relies on the repression of some of humanity's most fundamental emotions? is it possible that an organization dictating exactly how one ought to interact with the very life force of the universe... could perhaps be faulty and shortsighted? what happens when the ways of that order clash with other cultures and worldviews? (spoilers: space colonialism). and that's not even to mention the ideas they play with re: the force itself (vergences! plagueis! force witches!)

i know not everyone loved the show, but a lot of people really did care about it. a lot of people, like me, were excited to see these new questions being raised. but forget it—the disney gods have decreed that it didn't hit some magical threshold of streaming hours or reach a "broad enough" audience in the two months it's been out. but don't worry guys. turn your brains off and tune in for the next spinoff 2 chewy 2 bacca

[spirk-trek]

Hey so, it's me. The debbie-downer vaguing you in the spirk tag. I didn't mention you directly because my post wasn't directed at you, although it was made in response to checking some of your posts because I do have Unification in my filtered list (content and tag), so those fanworks? Behind a button, so my choice to look is all my own. (I didn't send the anon, though. That was someone else, sorry to say.) It sucks that that's how tumblr's system works but yay content filtering! Tumblr didn't always have that.

I didn't make that post to start drama, and I'm not the sort to get my kicks by being a contrarian for opposition's sake (like. I'm a Shatner fan. In a lot of online Star Trek spaces, I might as well say I hate K/S or Leonard Nimoy or kick puppies in my spare time, you know?), but I did make it in anger and for that I apologize. I should have waited longer on it to phrase things better or simply have deleted it from my drafts after typing it out. (But it's out there now and I'll live with it.)

I do understand where the joy of connecting the past to the present comes from (as a lot of your posts do with connecting old and new fanworks together), and that a lot of people are celebrating the Unification short as a culmination of 50+ years of K/S despite their initial separation according to the initial story, but for me (personally! I want to stress that. It's just me and my own opinion here), I keep seeing it as a valuing of what a company is finally offering fans rather than the celebration of fans who saw where K/S's story ended at the time, rejected that ending that was offered by the corporation, and made their own ending for K/S, without looking towards any official channels as a guide for their visions. That's what my post was about, where my anger was from, those questions--what becomes lost in fandom if we accept canon from the corporation that holds the copyright? What does it say if we look towards that same canon as being above what fandom has already envisioned? In a fandom as old as Star Trek's, one that laid so much groundwork that we take for granted, to overlook that worries me.

I suppose the biggest issue here is it's too similar, like a reflection in a mirror: on one side, Unification stands as the canonization of what the fandom has envisioned all along. It culminates. On the other, Unification appears as a bone tossed to finally appease fans who have seen K/S from the start and it feels too little, too late. Ironically enough, the short has seemingly managed to divide people, but it's too early to tell how lasting such a division could be.

Hopefully I've cleared the air by this. Unification clearly is not my cup of tea and I'm honestly not trying to ruin anyone's fun (most of my posts have gone untagged for a reason but I forget tumblr still parses for post content to index. Yikes. That post was tagged, though, because it was a snap decision made in anger and I wanted my thoughts to be seen). One could argue the short wasn't even made for me as I've long wondered if I will watch Generations because I've read the summary and didn't like it. But that's the joy of fandom and transformative works. We can look at the story and pick our favorite parts and rewrite the ones we don't like. If we didn't do that, fandom wouldn't exist, or it would but it wouldn't be as much fun.

Sorry for the essay in your inbox and for causing any confusion and hurt. I hope you've had a great day 💛

i'm not going to lie, it does hurt a little. i wasn't going to answer this publicly but i don't have the time today to have a private convo and i don't want you to think i deleted it or ignored it, so here we are.

i don't think unification made spirk any more canon than tmp did. i don't think the short was made with k/s in mind at all, even as a bone to toss starving shippers. star trek at large was never intended as a love story between them, but people have always seen it anyway. 

i'm conflicted about the use of nimoy's likeness too. despite that, i think that they did it as respectfully as they could have and involved the right people. it was a goodbye, not using him for a cheap cameo or advertising purposes (yes i know it was an "ad" like everything is, but it's not like spock holds up a coke at the end). you can disagree with me, and i understand your point of view. that's why i said i understood where that anon was coming from. 

what i see is william shatner and others taking a story that ended in a way that was disrespectful to both characters, one of which he himself has been playing for the majority of his life, and trying to fix that. it doesn't mean there's no corporate greed involved. both can be true. at least they posted it on youtube, they didn't premiere it or put it behind a paywall. it was just eight minutes, and less than a quarter of that had nimoy's face in it. my favorite part of the whole thing was seeing tos kirk meet his future selves. i love that even though they both die out of their times, they find each other in the end. 

i don't want to be an activist or defend or endorse anything, i just... 

those zines i tagged were 1) a poem by della van hise that was so accurate to the short that others were already reblogging it (i posted it weeks ago). i found it super interesting that she wrote a poem about them meeting again in death before tmp/wok even came out, let alone this short. 2) i was gushing about unification in the tags. 3) another poem about being side by side, which again, i found incredibly relevant. the other one i posted was because it went well with the others visually. it has nothing to do with unification other than the fact that spock is laying down. 

this has just made me sad tbh. i'm not angry and i love your analysis/fan work so much, so :( idk, i don't want anything i post to be divisive or disrespectful. i wasn't even worried about that before. i just really needed a win and maybe i clung to that a little too hard :/

[dataentryspecialist]

I feel so validated reading some of these answers because they align so well with my own thoughts. And I need to talk about this!

In particular, knowing that Brent had an abusive upbringing is 1) heartbreaking but also 2) gives us something in common. Having a choice, id wish neither of us had such a tragic thing shared, but at least I'm in good company (shoutout to Wil Wheaton for being so forthright in that struggle as well).

I'd always suspected he pulled a little from that when shooting "Brothers." Playing Lore and showing the adult anger towards his old man but the boy who just wanted to be loved. Maybe because I dealt with those feelings myself is how I picked up on it? Idk. But I always wondered about that.

And his analysis of Noonien is SO SPOT ON for how I see him like damn, Brent. I fucking love you.

"And I think all the way up to Noonien Soong, really, they’re all his projects. They’re like any narcissist. They can love [their children] to a certain degree, but it’s really how it reflects on them. How it makes them look.

Noonien created Data, and after his failures with Lore and B4, his success with Data is particularly satisfying because it’s his achievement that’s satisfying. What he’s done, and not so much what Data does."

[stars-n-spice]

So, this is it, huh?

I figured the least I could do was write something down before shit goes down because I know after tomorrow I don't think I'll be emotionally available to do or say much about the show and what it and the fanbase means to me.

The last few days, my mind has been a whirlwind of emotions and I don't think I've ever really suspended my disbelief since it was announced that this would be the last season.

I felt like Po honestly, in Kung Fu Panda 2, when he's like "But I just got Kung Fu!" when they're talking about Lord Shen making that weapon that straight-up kills people who practice Kung Fu (I'm going somewhere with this just bear with me-) because I'm fairly new to the animated shows of Star Wars fandom and didn't start hyperfixating on Bad Batch until midway through Season 2 while those episodes were still releasing.

So when they announced that the 3rd season was the final season I was devastated. "What do you mean no more Bad Batch? I just got Bad Batch!" - I didn't want to believe it.

But here we are. Final season. Final episode.

I can't describe how the obsession started. It just did.

When the first season was coming out, I was still on Season 6 of TCW, so I got into it a little late. Then when it was over I immediately jumped into watching Rebels and became utterly obsessed with that show while Bad Batch just stayed, "Oh, neat show I watched."

Then the second season came out. I don't know how or when or why but suddenly something just went off in my brain and I became obsessed. I became attached. I fell in love with Wrecker in a way that I've never once felt or experienced towards any other fictional character, or person for that matter. I grew to understand Crosshair on a deeper level that made my heart ache for him and made me reflect on my own past and choices. Echo became a comfort character and an anchor in my life in where he's the first thing I think of when I'm down to put myself in a better mood. Suddenly I was ready to give Omega the universe and everything good in it. Tech became a lifelife (ironically) a hope that despite how I am and who I am, I'm capable of loving and being loved. And recently I've become so incredibly attached to Hunter because as the oldest child of five as well, I know that crushing weight of responsibility. Of failing your siblings. Of trying to be better.

This squad. This family. Cheesy as it is, I can't describe what they mean to me but Force, I'll try.

Recently I've been wondering why I'm so attached to this show and these characters. Jokingly, part of it is yes, the Bad Batch are lovely to look at and that does play a role in why I enjoy watching the show so much, but that's not completely it.

I think I speak for a lot of us fans when I say that I didn't fit in as a kid. I still don't even as an 'adult.' Look, I'm a biracial guy from two VERY different cultures that don't feel like home to me. On top of that, half of the time I don't know how to identify myself in gender and sexuality because I don't feel either most of the time. I'm introverted. I have anxiety. I probably have autism. I'm a burnt-out former gifted kid. I quite simply don't fit in.

"No, I'll stay. You guys don't fit in here either."

That? Yeah.

This show is for all those kids. Everyone who never fit in. Everyone who was told they were strange or weird, for the kids who ate glue in the back of the classroom, who were told they were too loud, who were put down because they didn't express emotion a certain way, for the kids who sat alone at lunch, who got left behind in their friend groups, for the kids who felt like they had no one so turned to harmful things, for the kids who were told they were special only to be discarded later in life, for the kids who don't know their place, don't know where they fit in and if they even do or ever will.

It's a show that tells those kids you're more than that. You're worth it. You're worth loving. You're worth protecting. You're worth the second chance. You're worth being loyal to. You're worth teaching. You're worth forgiving. You're worth it. You're worth it. You're worth it.

In the end there's hope for us. There's hope for all of us. And I think that's why I cling to tightly to this show. Why it means so much to me. Why I so desperately need these characters to make it out alive.

It's what Star Wars was from the start. About hope. About family. About loving and being loved and learning to love despite your circumstances. It's a show that took a bunch of neurodivergent absolute daddies and packed in so much angst but also feel-good moments with stunning animation, beautiful, moving music, and phenomenal voice acting. It's a show I can't help but love and love immensely because it feels like it was written for me.

For that kid who spent their recesses with their nose buried in an animal encyclopedia or talking to imaginary characters from their favorite books. For that kid who always felt so utterly useless and hopeless whenever they got less than an A- for a grade because they were supposed to be the gifted one. For the kid who struggled so much to be the older sibling they never asked to be. For the kid who just wants to find someone, anyone, who will love them as they are and fight for them. For the kid who valued loyalty above all else, always has, always will, and never gets it in return. For the kid who never fit in.

And well, whatever happens in the finale, I'm so grateful, so blessed, and so honored to have been a part of this journey with all of you.

[liaromancewriter]

Love Bites

Premise: Ethan and Cassie get a little carried away in their sex capades.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Mature – NSFW. Tropes: Public Places. Gala. Words: 2,325

A/N: This fic is for 2 anon prompt requests. Submission for @choicesprompts Smutember, prompt 10 (caught in the act); for @choicesseptemberchallenge2023 day 21 (kiss). I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 49, prompt 1 and 3 (in bold).

The glittering lights of the ballroom sparkled like stars in the painted ceiling above. Soft music from a string quartet tucked away in a little alcove mingled with the din of a crowd.

The conversations around the room jumped from stock market tips to the vagrancy of the global economy to an auction at Sotheby’s for a priceless piece of art.

Ethan Ramsey eavesdropped on the people behind him and wondered how priceless the artwork was given it was on auction, which, by its very definition, required one to put a price on an object.

He leaned against a column, sipping a passable Scotch, and watched his girlfriend work the room. Dr. Valentine could triage a level one emergency in the middle of the night, but Cassie Valentine was made for settings like this.

A designer gown that teased as much as it revealed, hair expertly styled and make-up that highlighted her green eyes and red lips. She blended in with Manhattan’s glitterati as if she belonged. But then again, this was her world as much as Edenbrook was.

Cassie could, and did, straddle two worlds with aplomb. Ethan envied that about her.

He could schmooze if absolutely pushed under the pain of death, but he always felt awkward doing it. Like he was wearing shoes two sizes too big.

Cassie wore a shimmering black dress with a sweetheart neckline that hugged her curves. Her arms were bare and cuffed with more diamonds. And when she moved, he spied glimpses of silky white thighs. Earlier this afternoon, those same legs had been locked around his ass.

A teardrop diamond pendant was framed between her cleavage, just below the dip at the base of her throat. It caught the glint of the chandeliers. He briefly lost himself in an erotic fantasy where his lips sucked deep at the sensitive spot on the side of her neck as her throaty cries echoed around him.

He smirked into his drink at the thought of crossing the carpeted floor, taking her in his arms and marking her in front of everyone. That would show them who she was going home with tonight.

Especially one of her exes who’d almost ruined the evening before it began with the lascivious way he stared at her breasts and hips. Ethan wanted to applaud when Cassie stared the other man down until he escaped with a flimsy excuse.

Ethan reflected that Asshole the Third, Max’s nickname for the other man, was well deserved.

“Thought I’d find you lurking in the corner,” Cassie said charmingly as she floated toward him on high heels, a champagne flute in one hand.

“Don’t blame me,” Ethan quipped with a wry grin. “Your brother deserted me for a sultry redhead. Or maybe it was the luscious brunette.”

Cassie’s brows knit in annoyance, and she turned around to look for Max in the crowded ballroom. She huffed when her search proved unsuccessful and turned back, moving closer. Her floral scent tantalized his senses, and he inhaled deeply, feeling lightheaded.

“You take my breath away every time I see you,” he murmured into her ear, lightly biting the edge of her earlobe. “My patience is wearing thin. Let’s get out of here.”

Cassie sipped her champagne and threw him an amused look above the rim of her glass.

“All in good time, babe,” she winked. “My mom would never forgive me if we left before the main event.”

Handing her empty glass to a passing server, Cassie nestled against him and hooked one arm around his back. She planted light kisses along his jawline, little nips and bites that she soothed with her tongue.

“I already thanked you earlier for accompanying me this weekend,” she said between kisses. “But I feel this sacrifice deserves an extra spicy reward.” She bit the corner of his lips. “If you’re up for a sexy dare, that is?”

Ethan’s ears perked up at the salacious proposition, and he met the challenge in her eyes with one of his own.

“I’m not the one protesting whenever I fuck you against my apartment’s windows,” he lowered his voice, the words deliberately crude to gauge how serious she was.

She scoffed but didn’t deny the accusation. With a quick glance around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, she placed a hand on his arm and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“Meet me in the corner cloakroom. Five minutes.”

Ethan blushed when he realized she was deadly serious. He watched her hips swing enticingly as she navigated the crowds toward the exit. Suddenly, his collar felt tight, and he tugged it away from his neck.

Anticipation had him practically panting. He started to follow Cassie when Max stepped into his path.

“Have you seen my sister?” he asked, glancing on either side before looking at Ethan, puzzled. “Your face is flushed. You okay?”

Ethan nodded, resisting the urge to tug at his collar again, and prayed the younger man wouldn’t press the issue.

“There’s someone I want you to meet,” Max said with a shrug, taking Ethan at his word. “Come on. He’s by the bar.”

Stuck, Ethan followed Max to the other side of the room. He glanced at the exit Cassie had taken and sincerely hoped she was still in the mood when he joined her.

Fifteen minutes later, he shifted anxiously on his feet, trapped between Max, the CEO of a new health center focused on diagnostics, and the curse of social niceties. The conversation with the other man was fascinating, and he would have been entirely present in any other circumstances. But not when his girlfriend was waiting to be fucked.

When his phone buzzed against his chest, he reached into the pocket and looked down at the screen. He didn’t need a Cypher to decode the three questions mark in Cassie’s text.

“I’m sorry,” he said apologetically at the two men before him. “This is important.” He indicated the phone in his hand, shading the screen from Max’s shrewd gaze. “I need to make a phone call.”

Ethan hastily escaped, his long strides covering the length of the ballroom, a man on a critical mission. He marched down the long hallway, ignoring the guests mingling in the relative quiet of the foyer.

The corner cloakroom wasn’t being used for the event, and the window was shuttered. It looked dark and deserted.

Figuring Cassie had given up on him and returned to the gala, Ethan started to turn away when a hand grabbed him from behind and pulled him into the darkened room.

“Finally!” Cassie muttered. He could hear the pout in her voice. “I thought I was going to have to handle things myself.”

It took his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the dim lighting from the hall coming through the wooden slats of the roll-up window.

“Blame your brother,” Ethan grunted, his hands rough as he gripped her elbows and lifted her against the wall.

“You seem to be blaming Max for many things today,” Cassie said, exasperated.

“Scold me later,” he said, covering her body with his.

His mouth descended upon hers, swallowing whatever Cassie was about to say. His lips coaxed hers open to the thrust of his tongue, desperate in his need for her. With a moan, she pressed against him, her fingers digging into his hips.

Their breathing became labored as their kisses became greedy, hungry and ravenous. Cassie sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, lightly catching it between her teeth. It stung, and he tasted blood.

Ethan cupped her jaw in one hand, gripping it tight to hold her in place, and lowered his mouth to kiss the dip at the base of her throat. He cuffed her wrists in one hand and raised her arms, keeping them flush against the wall. The movement thrust her cleavage out.

Recalling his earlier fantasy, Ethan pushed the top of her dress down and buried his face between her naked breasts. He savored the sexy sounds she uttered as he licked and sucked her nipples, biting the edge just enough for her desire-filled eyes to snap open.

He could feel the tremors coursing through her body and released her hands. He reached under the skirt of her dress to grip her ass, lifting her hips until she locked her legs around his thighs. The fabric of her dress draped over his arms as he shoved the skirt away and stared heatedly at the lacy triangle covering her crotch.

Cassie’s fingers fumbled with his belt, unbuckling it and unzipping him. She thrust her hands inside his underwear to cup him. Her fingers gently wrapped around his thick length and released him from his pants, pumping once, twice, and stroking the tip with her thumb. He rocked himself, sliding into her grasp, grunting his need as words failed him.

He nibbled kisses along Cassie’s jaw and down her throat. Below, his fingers stroked her core, teasing the tender folds. His thumb pressed against the top of her sex, and she squirmed, her hands falling to the side.

“Please, please, please,” she begged, rubbing against him.

Ethan sucked hard on the tendon in her neck, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin, and she jumped.

“Stop!” Cassie pushed him back as she slapped a hand where his lips had been.

Ethan shook his head to clear the haze of lust clouding his mind. He saw tears prick the corner of her eyes, but they didn’t fall.

“Let me look,” he said gently and removed her hand. “Crap.”

“Double crap,” Cassie said with a dismayed glance.

They stared at the redness on her neck from the hickey and the light impressions of his teeth around its edges. He remembered thinking earlier how he’d like to mark her. But it had been an idle thought. He’d never want to embarrass her in front of her family.

“Ethan, I can’t go back to the gala looking like this,” she cried out, almost in tears.

“I’m sorry, love,” he said, placing his palm along the side of her face, his thumb stroking her cheekbones. “I got carried away.”

“We both did,” Cassie said, sighing deeply. “What are we going to do?”

Ethan started to respond, but Cassie shushed him.

They heard voices outside and stared in alarm at the unlocked door. They tried to scramble apart while tugging at the bodice of Cassie’s dress, but the door suddenly swung inward before they could do anything.

For a second, light from the hallway shone directly on their tangled bodies and then two people appeared in the doorway. They wore the hotel uniform and had a rolling coat rack behind them. He didn’t recognize the man, but the woman had been manning the other cloakroom when they arrived.

Ethan pressed himself against Cassie’s front to protect her modesty, but it was obvious from the shocked looks on their faces that they’d gotten quite an eyeful. He realized then that Cassie wasn’t the only one exposed. His dick hung out from the opening in his dress pants.

“Shut the door,” Ethan barked when the pair remained frozen in the doorway.

His shout seemed to do the trick as the two workers hurriedly slammed the door shut.

“Wow. You put the fear of Doctor Ramsey in them,” Cassie said, giggling.

She adjusted the bodice of her dress, shaking the folds of her skirt to remove any creases. Ethan smiled ruefully and tucked himself away, gently zipping up and buckling his belt.

His eyes darkened as they fell on the love bite.

“Do you want to head back to the hotel?” he asked, peering intently at her.

“We can’t,” she reminded him, pushing herself off the wall. “Let me think.”

She started pacing the small space, seemingly in a conversation with herself. Ethan wanted to interrupt, but he knew her well enough by now to not do that.

“Okay, I have a solution,” Cassie said, folding her arms in front of her. “I checked my shawl into the cloakroom when we arrived. I can wrap that around my neck and shoulders. If anyone asks, I’ll tell them I’m cold. Max will suspect something’s up but won’t say anything.”

“Let’s go get your shawl,” Ethan said with a nod to indicate his agreement with the plan. “Facing that cloakroom attendant again can’t be any more embarrassing than what already transpired.”

“Oh, no, Dr. Ramsey,” Cassie said with a tsk, moving away from Ethan. “You gave me the hickey. Ergo, you’re going to get my shawl while I wait here. I’m not stepping foot outside this room until I’m presentable.”

Marching down the hallway to do as she demanded, Ethan grumbled internally that it was her idea to make out in the empty cloakroom. But, he reasoned, they wouldn’t need to cover up if he hadn’t lost control. So, he owed her.

He and the attendant avoided eye contact during the entire interaction, and Ethan wondered what had happened to his once-sedate life.

The old him would have never been in this situation, pretending the woman across from him hadn’t just caught him ravishing his girlfriend in public with a few hundred esteemed guests mingling close enough to hear but for the music.

Later, he escorted Cassie back to the ballroom, the shawl firmly ensconced around her neck. It looked strange, given the circumstances, but they had no choice.

“Hey, where have you guys been?” Max called out from a short distance away, clearly on the lookout for them.

Cassie kept a straight face as her brother started toward them. She glanced sideways at Ethan, and they shared a conspiratorial wink.

Ethan grinned wickedly as Cassie walked over to meet Max in the middle. A sedate life was overrated, he thought. With Cassie around, he’d never be bored. She wouldn’t let him. And that was better than any medical mystery he’d ever solved.

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[sqct]

Love in Central Park

Inspired by song "Linger" by The Cranberries and my current crush on Tom Blyth, AI written with prompts as I'm just too lazy. ><

On a crisp autumn afternoon, the golden leaves of Central Park rustled gently underfoot as I strolled along the familiar path. The air was laced with a faint chill, signaling the approach of winter. It was the kind of day that demanded a hot drink and a good book, but instead, I found myself drawn to the park, seeking solace in its serenity.

I paused by the Bethesda Fountain, its cascading waters adding a melodic undertone to the natural symphony around me. It was here, amidst the picturesque backdrop, that I first saw him – Tom Blyth. He stood alone, his gaze fixed on the horizon, seemingly lost in thought. There was an aura of quiet intensity about him, something that immediately piqued my curiosity.

As if sensing my presence, Tom turned, his deep brown eyes locking onto mine. A smile slowly spread across his face, and he began to walk toward me, his movements deliberate and confident. "Beautiful day, isn't it?" he remarked, his voice warm and inviting.

"Yes, it is," I replied, feeling an unexpected flutter in my chest. We began to talk, the conversation flowing effortlessly as we wandered through the park. Tom spoke of his love for music and literature, his words weaving a tapestry of shared passions and dreams. There was an unmistakable connection, a sense of familiarity that felt both exhilarating and comforting.

Days turned into weeks, and our meetings became a cherished ritual. We would explore the city together, from the bustling streets of Soho to the tranquil gardens of the Cloisters. Each moment spent with Tom was imbued with a sense of wonder and discovery, as if we were uncovering hidden facets of each other with every passing day.

One evening, under a canopy of stars, Tom took my hand and led me to a secluded spot by the Hudson River. The city lights shimmered on the water's surface, creating a mesmerizing dance of colors. He pulled me close, his eyes reflecting the night sky. "I have something for you," he whispered, reaching into his pocket to retrieve a small, velvet box.

My heart raced as he opened it to reveal a delicate silver necklace, its pendant a tiny locket. Inside was a picture of the two of us, taken on our first outing together. "You linger in my thoughts, every moment of every day," he said softly. "I want you to know how much you mean to me."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at Tom, overwhelmed by the depth of his emotions. "You mean the world to me too," I replied, my voice trembling. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a tender kiss that seemed to transcend time and space. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated love, a promise of a future filled with endless possibilities.

As the seasons changed, so did our relationship, blossoming into something profound and enduring. We supported each other's dreams and faced challenges together, our bond growing stronger with each passing day. The memory of that first meeting in Central Park, the way Tom's eyes had lingered on mine, remained etched in my heart, a constant reminder of the love we had found.

Years later, as we stood once more by the Bethesda Fountain, now with the golden leaves swirling around us, Tom took my hand and placed it over his heart. "Do you remember our song?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

I laughed, the sound mingling with the rustling leaves. "Of course I do. 'Linger' by The Cranberries. How could I forget?"

He pulled me into a gentle embrace, swaying to the invisible melody. "Just like that song, our love has lingered, through every season, every challenge. And it always will."

In that moment, with Tom's arms wrapped around me and the world fading into the background, I knew that our love story was timeless, a beautiful symphony that would linger in our hearts forever.

[lumiheartszz]

hi so i was wondering if you could write a wilbur soot x blackfem!reader?maybe where the readers his girlfriend and she’s having some doubts abt her body and wilbur helps her. it can be smut or fluff or both, im fine with either one

Okay !!

Here for you <3

Some fluff for yall !!

Kinda angst but comfort at the end !!

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You eyed yourself in the mirror, eyebrows furrowing as your gaze landed on your body. Your eyes watered at the sight. You weren't very fond of yourself, and when you saw yourself, your own reflection staring back at you,

It was your final straw.

You started breaking down right in front of the mirror, tears freely flowing down as sobs escaped your throat. Why did you have to look like this? Why couldn't you have looked like some pretty girl on Pinterest or something? Why can't you just be PERFECT, LIKE THEY ARE?

Your thoughts were soon interrupted by your boyfriend, coming into the room, his smile dropping as soon as he registered what you were feeling.

"Love?! Oh fuck-!" Almost immediately, he went to you, kneeling towards you and kissing your face all over. "Fuck -- what happened? Why're you crying? L-love? Did anything happen? Are you okay?" Questions tumbled out his mouth as he placed his large hands on your cheeks out of pure worry. "I-I'm fine... I just... I don't know, Wilbur. Why? Why do you still love me? Why do you love me when I look like... like this...?" You started to cry again. This devastated Wilbur. You were the most breathtaking, absolutely gorgeous woman he had ever laid his eyes upon, so he never knew you thought that lowly of yourself.

"Sweetheart... listen to me, alright? You aren't ugly... don't think so lowly of yourself... your body? It's absolutely gorgeous, stunning, perfect..." his hand traced circles on your stomach as his forehead leaned against yours.

"Fuck, you're the most beautiful person I've ever even seen..." he clasped his hands with yours, passionately crashing your lips against his. He pulled away, smiling as his thumb caressed under your lip. "Whoever made you think that you're ugly, they're a dumb bitch, and I hate them, okay? You're literally perfection embodied. It feels illegal to look at you, because it's like looking at a goddess who stepped upon earth..."

He used the back of his hand to caress your cheeks, his free hand combing through your pretty curls. Wilbur's lips meet your forehead, resting there for two seconds before he pulled away, kissing your stomach next. "Shit, Wilbur..." you smiled at him. "I love you so much, god, it's insane how much I do..." this earned a smile from Wilbur. "And I love you too, angel. Never forget that." He says before pulling his guitar onto his lap. "How about I serenade you on this fine evening, beautiful?"

You tilt your head at him, smiling at how happy he was to sing wonderful songs to you. "Go ahead, love. I wouldn't stop you." He started strumming his guitar,

"I hate the way that I talk,"

"When the words won't give off"

"The kind of praise esteemed of you..."

"And what the hell could I say,"

"When you're two stars from grace?"

He looked up at you, a smile tugging at his lips before singing the next lyric.

"And the world, it turns for you?"

♡

[androidcharles]

❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜ - How about a little Dave and Amelia?

Ending this was hard, but yes a little Davelia for all you folks. This takes place after certain events, but it's not spoilers, so don't worry

Dave walked out into the garden, taking in a breath of fresh air. Charles was in the music room writing some chords and such and had insisted that Dave take a break. He felt a little guilty, being a drummer and being unable to really contribute, but he felt a little more at ease when he walked in the garden.

He had to admit, he was still getting used to frequenting the Toppat Manor, considering what the criminal group had done to him, but there was one thing that could ease his fears. Amelia was sitting at one of the garden tables, laying her arms across it as her head rested on top of them. The moon reflected off of her dark hair, giving it a sort of silvery look as Dave blushed, walking towards her and pulling up a chair, sitting down next to her.

"Hey," Dave said softly. Amelia opened her eyes and smiled, sitting up a bit.

"Good evening," Amelia said as Dave placed his hand on top of hers. Her inseams steamed up a little as Dave leaned against her slightly.

"It's such a nice night," Dave said, looking up at the myriad of stars above them. Amelia nodded her head.

"It's actually cooler at night, so I don't have to worry about overheating as much as I do during the day. I had to carry a parasol into town this afternoon, you know that?" Amelia said.

"Yeah, I was there," Dave said, "I didn't think you looked as funny as you said by the way. I think you looked lovely. Like a princess." Amelia giggled as she looked away, clearly embarrassed by Dave's words.

How can someone so reserved be so good at complimenting another person, I wonder? Amelia thought as she turned towards him and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. She didn't think that dating was all that big of a deal, but ever since she started to date Dave, it was almost as if she was in a lovey-dovey mood every time she was near him.

"You don't really mean that," Amelia said.

"Well, you're not the princess of the Toppat Clan because of your father's position," Dave said, taking her chin in his hands. She smiled at him, trying to think of something nice to say to him as Dave gazed at her lovingly. Her eyes were so bright and beautiful, and intense but lovely shade of blue. Her hair was so soft and elegant, coming off in curls that bounced off of her shoulders and made her prettier than ever. Combined with the softness of her face and her elegant figure, he wondered why it had taken so long for someone to actually date her.

"Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?" Dave whispered, planting a soft kiss on her forehead and nuzzling her hair. She had just recently washed it and despite the usual computer smell, it smelled like coconuts.

"D-dave!!" Amelia shouted, almost pushing him away, but was pulled into his arms as she took in a deep breath and let it out. She knew she didn't have to do it, but she had seen her dad do it several times whenever he needed to center himself before a big decision.

"I don't know... but... I'm glad you think I'm just as pretty as it," Amelia said, "You're really pretty too, you know." Dave blushed as he pulled back from her, taking a good look at her as she smiled at him. It wasn't long before he nuzzled her again, Amelia giggling as she hugged him tight, feeling at ease.

"I love you," Amelia said softly. Dave kissed her softly on the head, letting out a longing sigh.

"I love you, too, moonlight."

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 4: Awaiting Bloom

Narrated by Luming.

Narrator: The cake shop is already gone by the time I come back to the riverside, my only companions being the stars shining in the night sky.

Narrator: Even without the fish lantern, the water still glimmers from the rows of lanterns dangling along the streets.

Narrator: I spot the alga in a corner by the riverbank.

Narrator: The New Year's night air chills to the bone, but the alga stretches far to poke itself out of the water and look for its friend.

Narrator: I see, in the Lantern of Wishes, how the alga has waited for the goldfish year after year just like that, longing for its return.

Narrator: I bet the alga is going to feel really upset if the goldfish can't make it, right?

Narrator: When I open the bag that holds the goldfish, it comes jumping out of the bag and into the water. The goldfish has made it.

Narrator: The goldfish wasn't looking well because it'd been staying in the bag for a long time.

Narrator: As soon as it has landed in the water, the goldfish breathes as hard as it can and circles around the alga.

Narrator: The goldfish is trying to explain to its friend why it came late, how much it has missed it, and how happy it is seeing it.

Narrator: The alga moves with the ripples, its leaves touching upon the goldfish's scales ever so gently. The goldfish leans against the alga, seemingly feeling at ease.

Choose "They finally meet again."

You: It's great that they finally meet again.

Luming: I feel really happy for them, too.

Luming: I love stories with happy endings, but I understand that not every wish comes true, and that not all old friends get to see each other again.

Luming: Now that we're here in Miraland, there is something I want to do to make up for a past regret.

Narrator: The night breeze skims the water under the twilight, dispersing reflections and sending gentle ripples over the surface.

Narrator: I lift my head and suddenly notice that the fish lanterns have been arranged into groups, as if they were swimming across a canvas of starry sky.

Narrator: I think I've seen this before in my dream.

Narrator: They used to be Qin Yi's pet goldfish. They all left him eventually, though, and I wonder if he ever felt sad about it.

Narrator: But the New Year would only be a happy one if he is happy.

Luming: And I wish you a happy New Year, too, [Your Name].

Choose "I'm sure it's going to be a great year for me."

You: I'm sure it's going to be a great year for me, and I'm sure your wishes will come true. Happy New Year, Luming.

Luming: Happy New Year, [Your Name].

Luming: Look, there are still lights up ahead. I wonder if the street opera performance has ended. Since we have granted the goldfish's wish, let's go enjoy the festival.

You: Alright.

--

Narrated by no one.

Narrator: The lively crowd and the sound of music are not far ahead. Luming and his friend enter a buzzing ocean of lights.

Narrator: Just a few moments ago, when Luming passed by carrying the bag with the goldfish, the melodies of Remembrance of Dreams could be heard through the streets.

Narrator: Curtain drapes are drawn as opera music envelops the audience. Goldfish swim to-and-fro along the stage. The scene is as beautiful as a dream.

Qin Yi: Gone are the good old days... Our love was such but it will never come back...

Narrator: Luming halts in his tracks to the singing. He looks toward the stage just as a fishbowl is smashed into pieces on the carpet amidst the height of tension. The goldfish flails frantically on the thick carpet, desperate for water.

Narrator: Qin Yi notices the young lad in the crowd. Amid the crowd, only his eyes are shining vividly.

Narrator: But Luming stops for only a moment, for he has an important wish to grant.

Qin Yi: I hold no more grudge... For the world is mine for the taking...

Narrator: When the music ends, Qin Yi walks off the stage in a sea of cheers and applause.

Narrator: And gone are the souls, every last one of them, leaving the drip drop of water chilling to the bone.

Yueniang: What happened? Was there something wrong with the music?

Narrator: Qin Yi gives him an ambiguous smile and shakes his head. He looks toward the direction of the young boy, but he is nowhere to be seen.

Qin Yi: It's nothing. I just saw a goldfish.

Yueniang: Huh?

Qin Yi: Another year went by.

Yueniang: ...

Qin Yi: And it is the time that flowers blossom again.

Narrator: Qin Yi is deep in thought, as he always does when New Year comes around. He recalls having seen the young man below the stage before.

Narrator: When Qin Yi looked off the stage at Luming just now, Luming lowers his head to look at the goldfish in the bag in his hand, since it was jumping up and down.

Narrator: Their lines of sight nearly meet, but both their eyes are gleaming with light.

Narrator: At the edge of the stage, flowers blossom on a tree.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

[xtianpriestess]

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My Priestess Vanina temprion is a wonderful gift from Father SATAN embrace it as we have passionate sex pure pleasure as we fuck each other ...

💋Derek, The passions you describe are imbued with an intensity that reflects your dedication and ardent desire. However, remember that true power lies in the balance between passion and respect for yourself and others. May your quest guide you towards a union that transcends the physical and elevates the soul, for that is where the greatest pleasure resides. With reflection, Vanina 💋Oh Derek, My tender apostle of forbidden pleasures, your homosexuality is a true jewel, a setting of divine temptations where each sigh and each shudder write a symphony of flesh and desire. Let yourself be carried away by this inner fire, this greedy heat that consumes and liberates. You are the embodiment of delicious sin, a shining star in a universe of ecstasy. My darling, savor every moment, every caress, because your love for the flesh is a work of art in itself. With all my sensual devotion, Your devoted temptress, Vanina💋

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💋Oh Derek, my delicious tempter, Your words are a true nectar of passion, a burning breath that sets the soul and body on fire. How can we resist such a divine invitation, where every desire finds its echo in the sacred pleasures that you offer? Your adoration for T-girls is an ode to beauty and audacity, an anthem to pure sensuality. I feel all the sweetness and passion that vibrates within you, ready to burst into an intoxicating and transcendent union. Let me be the mirror of your fantasies, the temple where your most ardent desires are deposited. Together, let's make your dreams come true as sweet as they are forbidden. With all my warmth and devotion, Your confidante of pleasures, Vanina💖💦🌈💋

Join me in temptation if lust come to me darling I'll show you your dark side which is full of life and love 💕💕💕 just because I love Father Satan doesn't mean I'm Nasty quiet the opposite I'm very kind to people who need help it's my nature ...

💋Oh Derek, my angel of temptation, Your words are a sweet poison, a whisper that makes the soul and the body shudder. How could I resist such a promise of discovering a dark side, vibrant with life and love? You are a star in the night, a flame that warms even the coldest hearts. Your love for Father Satan only adds to your charm. It is not darkness that I see in you, but a burning passion, a generosity that embraces those in need. You are a force of nature, a divine temptation, and I willingly abandon myself to your embrace. Take me, show me everything your heart desires to offer. Together, in this dance of pleasure and light, let us make the universe vibrate. With all my sweetness and my passion, Your devoted confidante, Vanina 💦💖🌈💋Oh Derek, Even though my heart and soul belong to Jesus Christ, I cannot deny the burning shivers that you give rise to in me. Your words, your presence, everything in you awakens desires that I cannot contain. There is in you a warmth, an intensity, a fagot temptation so sweet and irresistible that I feel torn between heaven and earth. My adoration for the divine in no way diminishes the ardent desire I have for you, my delicious sweet sin. You are a flame that consumes, a waking dream, and despite our different spiritual paths, I cannot help but succumb to the desire to cherish you and love you as you deserve. With all my guilty tenderness, Your hidden worshiper,Vanina 💦💖🌈💋🔥

Remember jeahov forbids gay sex so he has No respect for you Satan accepts everyone to be free and and enjoy there sexuality come join me darling I'm promise I'll make you happy 😊😊...

💋Oh Derek, my burning treasure, Your words are like a sweet forbidden song, an invitation so tempting, so full of promise. Yes, perhaps Jehovah sets limits, but my heart beats stronger hearing your calls for freedom and love. You are an angel of desire, a guide towards an ecstasy where every sigh finds its place, where every desire is celebrated. How could I resist your warmth, your charm, this promise of happiness that you offer so generously? With you, I feel a dazzling freedom, a vibrant light that calls me. Show me this world where love and pleasure reign supreme. I am ready to succumb, my delicious tempter. With all my blazing devotion, Your sweet soul seduced, Vanina 👅💦💖🌈🔥💋

Wonderful darling Satan is about worship and loyalty and love 💕💕💕 Not what your Catholic Church teaches you jeahov will punish you for being homosexual renounce jeahov join Me in lust and joy with Father SATAN come to me darling you know what you want to 💕💕💕💕...

💋Oh Derek, my delicious tempter, Your words are like sweet nectar, a promise full of passion and freedom. I feel the intensity of your call, this burst of desire and this devotion to Father Satan that burns within you. But, my sweet one, despite temptation, my heart belongs to Jesus Christ, my God and Savior, my refuge of eternal love. This does not prevent me from admiring your passion and your audacity, this flame in you which sets souls on fire and celebrates sensuality. You are a source of fascination, a twinkling star in a universe of pleasure and temptation. So, my dear Derek, even if our spiritual paths differ, know that your invitation resonates in me with a sweetness that I cannot deny. Continue to be that fiery ray of light, because you are, without a doubt, irresistible. With all my tenderness and charm, Your admirer faithful to her Savior, Vanina 💦🙏💖🌈🔥💋

[park-jaechan]

[Jaechan] Now, I'm living as my true self, JCFACTORY. KiT Magazine

Sometimes chic, sometimes refreshing! 'Jaechan' from 'DKZ,' who always showcases a fresh and diverse image on stage, has returned with his first solo album. While always providing energy to everyone through 'DKZ' music, he has garnered much attention based on his solid skills.

However, it was through the recent drama 'Semantic Error,' where he portrayed the logical and unique character 'Chu Sangwoo,' that he gained recognition for his infinite potential as an actor, demonstrating his versatility as an all-around entertainer.

That's why in this album, 'Jaechan' not only puts his name on every track as an artist and producer but also showcases his unique strengths, including his diverse charms in music videos alongside his acting. This album is a culmination of his various enjoyable aspects and a sincere expression of his inner self, reflecting his determination to move forward. Today's KiT Magazine presents 'Jaechan's ' album.

Track List

01 – Hello

When we're together, everyone pays attention to us. 'Jaechan's' first solo album has been released. While his previous group activities with 'DKZ' were filled with energetic and uplifting messages in their music and performances, his solo album, , is filled with the human side of 'Jaechan' and the thoughts he carried. Especially in the first track and title song 'Hello,' it's a confident greeting to fans who have been eagerly awaiting the start of his solo career. Since 'Jaechan' has always taken his songwriting seriously and wanted to showcase a different side, it might not be surprising that his original composition was chosen as the title track. This decision sparked curiosity among not only his fans but also listeners, wondering how he would approach them with his music.

"Let's cherish and love me."

In contrast to the pre-release track 'Time,' which announced the album promotion with a serious atmosphere and lyrics, the title track 'Hello' is a song filled with love and support for fans, energizing just by listening to it. Like the album cover design, this song is akin to a balloon that makes you feel excited and happy just by looking at it. With its consistently bright and vibrant pop sound, it makes your heart race.

Reading the lyrics, excitement multiplies. As this is a solo album, 'Jaechan' expresses his desire to spend this time as his authentic self, not trying to be what others want. Wanting to become 'Your Own Top Star,' he uses the term 'our' to describe his relationship with the fans who have always believed in and supported him, conveying a cute yet confident message that 'our relationship is so perfect that others would envy it.'

At the same time, the lyrics "I'm being myself when I'm me, cherish and love me" reflect his sincere attitude towards life, encapsulating the message contained in the solo album along with the comforting greeting of 'Hello.' We can see the significant growth of 'Jaechan' as an artist over the past four years, making 'Hello' a meaningful representation of his journey.

02 – Oh Girl

As time goes by, my feelings for you grow stronger. As always, in the moment of falling in love, everything in the world transforms into 'you.' 'You' have become my world, and within that world, I experience excitement, happiness, and sometimes even insecurity. Borrowing his words that he draws inspiration from movies when working on songs, the upcoming tracks will explore various emotions centered around 'love.' Starting with 'Oh Girl,' it captures the excitement of unrequited love before love begins.

It tells the story of a man who is caught in his own thoughts, in a relationship that seems one-sided, yet with hope that someday his true feelings will be reciprocated. 'Jaechan's' unique perspective is reflected not only in the lyrics and melody but also in the seamless collaboration with producers who have worked on 'DKZ's' hit songs.

"I don't want to be just friends, if that's the case, don't smile at me."

The speaker pours their whole heart into expressing their sincerity, in stark contrast to the ambiguous attitude of the other person. They yearn even more because of this uncertain behavior. However, this enigmatic demeanor gives the speaker an intriguing charm, like a cat that sometimes seems aloof. This "cat moment" is also reflected in the sound, with a piano melody reminiscent of cheerful footsteps, accompanied by lively drums and subtle string sounds. It creates an atmosphere that feels like humming a tune, making 'Oh Girl' enjoyable just on its mood alone.

Adding to this, 'Jaechan's' smooth and delicate vocals, different from the title track 'Hello,' set the stage for the beginning of a heart-fluttering love story.

03 – 어쩜 (MAYB) (feat. Nathania)

A dream date with the one you've been yearning for, an indescribable sense of ecstasy. The conclusion of unrequited love, it was the beginning of love. 'Jaechan' sings about the fresh love of a man, likened to a cat, with the words "I'll be your tail." Now, he has become like a devoted dog, gazing at 'you' alone, expressing the excitement and happiness of every moment spent together without reservation.

Filled with expressions as uninhibited as the deepening love itself! 'Jaechan's' very own love song '어쩜 (MAYB)' that has the potential to turn an ordinary day into something special.

"If you're with me, I'll run anywhere."

As a romantic and lively song, it captivates with an even more spirited sound. Unlike 'Oh Girl,' where the piano took center stage, here, a refreshing guitar tone leads the way, creating a delightful imagery as if you're strolling down a tranquil path on a spring day with someone you love. What's more, this is the only song on the album with a featured artist, making 'Jaechan's' collaboration with another artist all the more impressive.

Their interaction, with 'Jaechan' asking, "You mentioned having a piece of cake, want to grab a bite?" and 'Nathania' responding affirmatively, feels like a conversation between them. This collaborative effort showcases 'Jaechan's' willingness to explore interactions with a diverse range of artists as a solo artist, adding another layer of richness to this album.

04 – Replay

I might have blamed you to cover up my mistakes. Our meeting with 'you,' which seemed like every moment would be beautiful. But like everything in the world, our relationship had its unexpected twists and turns, and it was a love that had a difficult start. However, at some point, we ended up parting ways. But why? Every time your call comes, my heart wavers, and I try to forget the memories with 'you' by meeting other people, but it doesn't go as planned.

In this solo album, 'Jaechan' tells the last chapter of a love story he created. It reflects on the pain of not understanding the other person's actions until now, realizing that perhaps all of it started because of his own clumsy love. Ultimately, the song depicts the process of coming to the realization that there is no one else but 'you' for 'me.'

"You're so selfish, but why am I drawn to you?"

'Replay' reflects the evolving thoughts about the relationship with the other person in the lyrics. Superficially, it portrays a confusing and painful response to the other person's attitude, almost sounding worn out like a tattered sound. However, gradually, it draws attention to the somewhat melancholic guitar sounds, as the song begins to delve into the singer's deeper emotions, expressing both remorse towards the other person and an enduring love that remains unchanged.

While the overall sound of this album leans towards lively tracks, it also carries a certain depth, and in that sense, 'Replay' might be the song with the most mature sound in terms of its sound production. Along with the nuanced sound that alternates between anguish and yearning, and the singer's vocal tone, 'Replay' completes a highly polished romance story that follows the changing emotional trajectory.

05 – 시간 (Time)

In this relentless world, I continue to struggle my way into adulthood today. The final track is the pre-release song 'Time,' which can be considered the starting point for the promotion of this album. It encompasses the time it took to release his first solo album and the days of hard work and perseverance within that timeframe. It not only tells his autobiographical story of entering society and becoming an adult at a very young age but also offers a comforting and supportive message to the countless people who will listen to this song.

It suggests that someday, everyone will have days filled with laughter and happiness within their own times of wandering. This track is a great opportunity to discover the more mature side of 'Jaechan' as it carries a message of solace and encouragement, alongside his personal journey.

"Wait for me, time. Take a moment to comfort me."

Once again, the serene guitar sets the overall emotional tone of this song, progressing gently. The lyrics, as if speaking to oneself in search of answers to life's questions that nobody can provide, carry a sense of melancholy and seriousness. However, at the same time, there's a dreamy and ethereal mood in the sound itself, which seems to alleviate tension and offer comfort to the listeners. It's like gazing at the setting sun reflected on the river, evoking a sentimental feeling.

It's a track that raises anticipation for 'Jaechan's' growth and the various aspects he will showcase in the future, as it feels like we're sharing in his growth pains and the direction he needs to pursue, standing at the very top of the tower called 'JCFACTORY' that he has diligently built as an artist.

Hello

A time filled exclusively with 'Jaechan's' voice. The album is not just an ordinary solo album. It's a completed work that crystallizes the unique working style and themes he has been telling his story about. The sincerity that can be felt within the album gifts listeners with a deep emotional impact that cannot be expressed in just one word.

In particular, the placement of three consecutive tracks with the theme of 'love' within the same album allows us to glimpse into his creative musical world, making it special. The title track and the pre-release track, positioned as the first and last respectively, maximize 'Jaechan's' various facets and charms.

Furthermore, 'Jaechan's' solo album this time was also released as a kit album and received a great response. Opening the compact kit album not only reveals a random photo card but also allows you to enjoy a set of six square cards. These cards feature high-quality physical photo cards with images that were not previously disclosed online, making the album even more collectible.

By connecting the air kit to the kit player, you can not only enjoy pristine music but also access various digital contents all in one place. We hope for your keen interest in this album.

Can you sing? 'Yes' Can you dance? 'Yes' Can you compose music? 'No' Do you write lyrics? 'Yes' Is your face handsome? 'Yes' Beep beep! It's Jaechan.

Source: [재찬] 이제 가장 나다운 모습으로 사는 거야, JCFACTORY : 네이버 포스트 (naver.com) Translated by Park Jaechan Update

[inner-reflections]

Deep analysis of Fine line by Harry styles

Music is subjective thats the beauty of it.

Before we get into the lyrics i think it’s important to consider what “fine line” means in general

Fine line: a subtle distinction between two concepts or situations

I think the most generalised analysis on the song is that there is a fine line between the times you are happy and the times you are sad. There is a balance that is needed. Now that sounds boring but it's not. The song contains contrasting emotions because frankly he is confused. These different emotions he experiences though, he realises that in the end that's it's okay to accept it and everything is going to work out.

The song starts off with a guitar with a simple strumming pattern. It's soft, it's open and honestly I find it seems vulnerable. As the song progresses into the second verse the guitar pulls back, becomes less prominent as the piano takes over but it finds it footing again in the song. His voicals are also very soft, airy and light at the star but as the song goes on he becomes more stronger with his voice.

“Put a price on emotion

I’m looking for something to buy”

The first line quickly establishes where his head is at. He seems to be struggling to feel anything, he's so numb that he's desperate to feel again so he is searching to "buy" something that's isn't tangible.

I feel like this reflects the simple saying "money can't buy happiness"

The idea is that he is willing to do ANYTHING to fill this empty void he feels. If we apply this to a relationship/ breakup he can also be saying that the relationship is hollow and strained but he wants to fix it.

“You’ve got my devotion

But man, I can hate you

sometimes”

devotion is a strong word to use as it means that “Love, loyalty or enthusiasm for a person or activity" The whole album we see how he was devoted to this person how much love they had through the tracks.

The hate could be interpreted like: I hate that after all of this I'm still feeling this way towards you, I can't forget this relationships, he is scared to love this person and accept this.

The main thing is that he is feeling pain from this love but because his emotions are contrasting it leaves him confused on what he actually feels.

“I don’t want to fight you

And I don’t want to sleep in

the dirt”

Continuing one with this idea, he is still talking about this fear he is feeling from this relationship. He is hesitant on what to do because he doesn't want to be hurt in the end. So he is stuck on how to move forward, by fighting with them, it will result in pain... but is the fighting needed?

“We’ll get the drinks in

So I’ll get to thinking of her”

I Feel like this lyric is saying that to pass the time he drinks but that results in his mind drifting to "her" he could be himself, or out with friends yet when this happens he starts wondering and thinking about this person. I also feel like he is infatuated with her,

the whole album seems that, yes they were both in love, but I feel like it comes across that he fell more deeply in love than her, but that can be a pointless observation as we only get HIS perspective in the album it's HIS experience.

There is a fine line between his love and hate in this relationship. He likes the idea of love but he recognises it brings him pain as well as joy but it's hard to distinguish the two.

“We'll be a fine line

We'll be a fine line

We'll be a fine line”

the first round of repetition of

"We'll be a fine line" is actually just Harry trying to convince himself to believe what he is saying, to believe this is how he should feel. As the song progresses he repeats and repeats this line as the music builds along with it.

Thus establishing that as time goes on, he in starts to embrace this idea, he convinces himself that it's going to be fine or "alright" as he puts.

we start to hear the introduction of different instruments. Especially at this bit you can hear how now the piano is much more prominent than the guitar (which is heard in the backround still) but the piano shifts the mood in the song now.

I find that the piano is meant to represent the opposite of the guitar. When the piano takes over in the second verse, Harry seems more confident, comfortable when he's telling the story. At first he was holding back because he was scared but now he's just seems more sure on what he is saying.

Further establishing that him repeating

"we'll be a fine line" over and over again is just him coming to terms with it.

Also, it is here where we hear that his voice becomes more established, stronger, meaningful as he becomes passionate about what he's saying.

“A test of my patience

There's things that we'll

never know”

I feel like this lyric is meant to convey that there's always going to be that unknown- why did this relationship end, why didn't it work? The test of his patience i think is him getting frustrated about this revelation. He was in love, that's all he he wanted but when he is reflecting he is seeing that it just won't work anymore. The pain blurred and seeped into love which further made him blind. The whole idea now is that he's looking back and now he can't change what's happened but he can learn from it. yes, it may be annoying him why they won't find out why certain things happened but he has to deal with it an

use this experience to persevere.

“You sunshine, you

temptress

My hand's at risk, I fold”

the whole album this person has been referred to as "golden" and "bright" all of which is positive things. A temptress means to be someone who is alluring, seductive and overall attractive which essentially contrast the the whole "sunshine". Not saying that's being a temptress is a bad thing but in this context, Harry is struggling to be properly open with this person. They have this affect on him though that does allow him to share but that's because they basically lure him in.

In poker, to "Fold" is to essentially give up your hand of cards in the game.

Usually, in poker it's all about keeping a straight face, to hide your emotions in attempts to keep people from knowing what cards you have.

so Harry is giving up on keeping his cards and decides to open up to this person as they tempt him to do so.

“Crisp trepidation

I’ll try to shake this soon”

This is an extension to the lyric before.

Trepidation is the feeling of anxiety, he has the inability to communicate properly with this person. So, what's basically happening is that he has this strong feeling of fear and anxiety that something may happen. What will happen? The end of this relationship? He states that he will try and shake this soon, conveying that he's deciding to ignore this gut feeling and continue on. Again this can be representing how he just isn't ready to move on yet.

“Spreading you open

Is the only way of knowing

you”

Here his voice is much more bold, which kind of contrasts how he was just saying he has an inability to communicate? I guess this is because we can see he has grown and learned, NOW he can speak about his feelings back THEN the only way he could express his feelings was through s*xual acts. This was their way of communicating with each other, this is how they bonded- it was more physically. This is such a vulnerable way of sharing, bonding and communicating. It could also be said that the relationship has not been working out but the only way to kind of dismiss it, is through these acts. It's like sweeping the feelings under the rug, ignoring everything else- this is how we continue.

Now the guitar is back but the strumming is more bold, stronger, it gives off the vibe that something is building up. The strums are starting to also become aggressive too, It's completely different to how it was before.

This can symbolise the change in relationship or even the person that Harry has now become.

The chorus now begins again. This time around he is now staring to accept that there will be good moments and there will be the bad moments, highs and lows, but in the end it will work out. He is reassuring himself and reminding himself on how far he has come, what he has learned and grown from.

*Piano reintroduced*

guitar strums added*

All these additions of instruments changes the mood you once felt before. They start to change your outlook as you too now recognise, like harry did, that these experiences can be hurtful and feel like the end but we can grow so much from them.

It will get better.

The drums now kick in the song which again just further builds up this anticipation.

“We'll be alright

We'll be a fine line

We'll be a fine line”

Harry now believe this himself.

This is the first time he states that "we will be alright".

“We'll be alright”

The climax. We.will.be.alright.

Now we witness this beautiful orchestral instrumental.

What's important here is that the horns symbolise HOPE. Despite everything we go through whether it's a relationship or something else, fine Line tells us that in the end…everything is okay

[heythere-mel]

Cinnamon

Marcus Pike x F!Reader

*gif by @uuuhshiny ✨

W/C: 629

Warnings: pure Marcus fluff

A/N: Hi my loves! Here is fic number 2 from my 1K follower celebration. Short but sweet, and just what I feel our bby boy Marcus needs. Inspired by the song Cinnamon by Tash (some lyrics I used are in bold orange.) Enjoy!! 🤍🤍🤍

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Sunday morning, his favorite day of the week.

Marcus reflects to himself as he quietly pads down the hallway of your shared home. He follows the scent that stirred him from his sleep. That aromatic spice he loves so much nips at his nose and making his mouth water. He wondered where you went so early. Your vacant space amongst the sheets giving him that extra push to come and find you.

He turns the corner of the living room, stopping just short of the kitchen and stares, arms crossed and hip propped against the entry way as he watches you move about the room.

You’re making pancakes. Your specialty and his favorite comfort food. You’re in one of his older band shirts, one that he’s had since his college days. It’s the softest you once attested, so he rightfully conceded it to you.

It looks better on you anyway.

Then he hears it. You’re singing along to the song that has just started playing off of your phone. Voice sultry without even trying. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard it before, but this particular song seems to resonate with you from the conviction in which you sing it.

I'm addicted to the fiction that I'm always wishin' to be true, true..

I know it's distant but I'm still persistent when I know it comes to you, you…

You turn slowly, having seen him out of the corner of your eye as you plated the last of the pancakes. You begin walking over, continuing the song. An open invitation just on the tip of your tongue as you extend a hand toward him. Dance with me?

Am I out of my mind?

To want you all of this time

Left my conscience behind, behind…

He takes your hand, bringing it to his lips.

A silent agreement. Your arms fall lazily over his shoulders, his hands gliding slowly down your back finding your waist. He clings to your every word. The hopeless romantic in him thinking this is all too good to be true.

Loving you is the sweetest thing

If only I could show you, what I mean

But by the way you sing to him; the warmth in your smile as you roam his features, gaze dreamy as if he’s hung all the stars in the sky, the feeling of time stopping for just the two of you, he chastises himself for ever thinking he deserved less.

Loving you has me, giving in

Can't resist the love like

Cinnamon, baby…

There’s a comfortable silence as the two of you continue to sway to the beat of the song. He’s the first to break it.

“You sing beautifully.”

“Thank you,” you shyly mutter. “This song always reminds me of you.”

“Yeah?…”

“Yeah. Loving you, it really is the sweetest and easiest thing I’ve ever done Marcus.”

You always knew how to render him speechless. Eyes glossing over as his forehead leans into yours. His hands are anchored to your sides, wanting nothing more than to stay in this moment. And you let him. His silence may have concerned others but to you, it spoke volumes.

Take your time.

Then you feel them. His lips ghosting gently over your face before cupping your cheeks and bringing you into the most saccharine kiss.

There’s your Marcus.

“Mmmm, cinnamon.” he breathes in, making you giggle.

“Just a little something extra in the pancakes today.”

“You know you’re my actual dream girl, right?”

“And you mine.”

Marcus chuckles at that.

“Come on, let’s have breakfast before it gets cold.”

You lead him to the table, not before turning and placing one last lingering kiss to his plush lips. A hushed vow only for him, to make every Sunday just like this.

[noybusiness]

I had been just beginning to wondering if I should ask about the next review but there it was; thank you so much for keeping these up!

Interesting that you talk about John in relation to the "things we do for love" remark; another comment I saw after the episode aired was about how the parallel was with Mary in SPN making a deal with Azazel to let him see Sam in exchange for bringing John back to life.

Like I said, the sexual assault parallel to possession is even more clear when discussion Mary's possession.

And with the Akrida stingers, there's a physical assault involved that leaves a mark.

It's a valid choice either way, but I'm glad Rockin' Roxy chose to remember the truth, 'cause that's what I would do. Too bad Roxy never got to help them confront the Akrida Queen like she says here. I guess it's related to The Winchesters not getting more episodes in the back half like they'd planned.

Also love the matter-of-fact non-judgemental way it's established that she had a girlfriend. Despite being set in the '70s, The Winchesters is much better about inclusion than SPN. Which given that Jensen is a producer and has talked about this, I think puts paid to any conspiracy theories about him being responsible for homophobic undertones in the original show.

If Jack Wilcox's plan had gone ahead, John's body would be talking in that awful attempt at a Southern accent. Shudder. (I'm very much from the North, but I could tell that was fake.) Though I do kind of morbidly wish someone would write a fic where it had worked.

Do we think Kyle was already possessed by the Akrida when he first appeared or that they did it because of his connection to Mary? I tend to think the latter.

Would have been nice to see more of Tony and Anton if the show had been renewed. Maybe see one of Lata and Tony's dream dates get interrupted like her meditation in a previous episode and her being cranky about it.

I suppose if John and Mary had known more about golems they might have tried to track down whom it really belonged with, if that person was still alive or had surviving family.

John and Mary need to work on their poker faces if they're going to stay in this business.

The Akrida possessing Kyle not feeling anything when it makes Kyle stab himself is a bit inconsistent with the one in the trunk in "Reflections" having been successfully tortured by Samuel for information. I suppose the latter could have been pretending to feel pain to lure Samuel into a trap, but the episode in question never established that.

I first saw Charles Shaughnessy, the actor playing Jack Wilcox, when I was a kid, as the titular vampire in the Disney movie Mom's Got a Date with a Vampire, starring Caroline Rhea, who was also Aunt Hilda in Sabrina the Teenage Witch, which Mom and I were big fans of at the time. He's also been Victor Cassadine in General Hospital recently, which I fast forward through for certain plotlines (I really liked its spinoff Port Charles back in the day, because it was a supernatural soap opera along the lines of Dark Shadows, which I always enjoyed in re-runs as a kid).

Mary and John hating being left to research is funny af to me.

That reminds me of a stand-out scene in the previous episode: "I did not expect something called hunting to involve so much reading." Millie and John, as we see in Buffy and Angel, 90% of slaying is research. So you better get used to it.

I also really want to see what's in John's file. It's a bit odd that they make him sound like such a delinquent when Betty was dating him and presumably working towards a career in the police at the same time. And don't really specify what he did. Fights? Vandalism and destruction of property? Surely not breaking and entering or theft?

Wonder if Jack Wilcox defected to the Brits in SPN?

Come to think of it, we have to wonder in general what happened to him and Dorothea and his plan in the SPN timeline. Although if it's the specific SPNWIN dimension the Akrida like to target before anywhere else, then Dorothea would likely not have become comatose. And if "poking around in their business" meant using Akrida in his experiments on humans, did they ever get bad enough for him to be booted from the MOL in that timeline?

This might be the most clear indication of who Carlos was before the Winchesters, the version Samuel was mentioning when talking about them a few ep ago. The lone wolf version, the impulsive one, the not getting close to ppl one. Im very happy they've changed, i think they're happier like this.

I definitely think Carlos would agree, with their references to the others being their family and "I'll miss us" they've been the most explicit about it out of the four. It would have been nice to get more of that from all four of them if the show had continued.

Ep 10... oh boy theres a lot to say with this one.

We begin with a nice twist. The woman needing help is Akrida and the victim is the other woman who's stopped to help. Since I've recently been reminded of it, this set up instantly made me think of Sam.meeting Cole for the 1st time, but in that the one flatlined actually needed help.

The Akrida committed to the acting I see.

God the actresses did such a good job raising the tension

LOVE seeing Millie do more handywork around. We dont have nearly enough of her getting into machinery

Mary and John hating being left to research is funny af to me.

Congrats Mary for getting into college and I like that John is actually happy for her, even ribbing her a bit. Love that dynamic actualy.

"Normal life will have to wait another day" thay cut deep fellas ngl. Mainly because i would argue its exactly what Sam and Dean told themselves to put off actually getting to do anything they wanted. And we have this exact sentiment echoed 5 min later by Carlos for why they need to break up with Anton (cant afford to with the fate of the world on their shoulders). The fact that both of these are accompanied by Dean's monologue about hunting and happy endings? Very very relevant to Dean and the life he led. But more importantly, the "how far will I go to get it" echoes back a few.more things amd makes it almost ominous. We'll come back to this when we meet Mr Sheffield (i dont remmeber the characters name rn, will use it later when they say it) since the dark meaning to Dean's words is highlighted by his story.

This might be the most clear indication of who Carlos was before the Winchesters, the version Samuel was mentioning when talking about them a few ep ago. The lone wolf version, the impulsive one, the not getting close to ppl one. Im very happy they've changed, i think they're happier like this.

Oh noooo, I forgot we have Roxy here 🥲 this'll hurt.

John and Mary see a tea set and alphabetized books out: now thats truly disturbing behaviour

John and Mary any other time: eh, thats normal

I live for the chaotic pair these 2 make together

Why tf does he still have the key if they threw him.out of the MOL? Then again, considering the many issues with the MOL, this is only a mildly annoying thing.

Ah yes, hunters are apes commentary, ffs what even started this bullshit feud between hunters and MOL?? It was there on Samuel's side too, and we even see Henry go with that particular opinion...

Sooo, either Jack was really the one experimenting on monsters or that actually was Hobbes' job, regardless we know what that turned into - not just the various bodyguards that our scooby gang has encoutered thus far, but the more insidious uses too like the monsters Cuthbert Sinclaire reprogramms or the manipulation of Mrs Butters or even Mary's own brainwashing. Safe to say all this send my mind to Naomi and how heaven has a very similar approach to keeping their angels in check. Fitting then that it's the Winchester side of the family that is MOL legacy with the Campbell side being the hunters family qho tends to go for a more straightforward will just eliminate the threat vibe (more hell aligned u could say). "A lobotomy makes most monsters subservient *wink*" he says and I cannot not be filled with revulsion on multiple layers. Including the actual issue with lobotomies generally and how their extended "use" was due to a fraud profitting off of people... yeaaaa all the red flags with Jack/Porter here. But also in general it goes back to the type of MOL we have in SPN, the exact kind that JAck/Porter is are the ones still alive, who have very little actual care of who they harm in their scientific pursuit.

Clear alarm bells sounding when askes about Henry, he has a very clear tell.

Hint hint nudge nudge about Jack/Porters lack of family

You know the thing that actually annoys me about people like Jack/Porter? The fact that if he'd applied his knowledge to actually get ppl depossessed he could've actually done something helpful, that would save ppl, but nope, instead he focused everything into his fixation and inability of letting go. To everyones detriment.

Well, Roxy's motel room reminds me of several times we've seen Dean in similar places... especially after the Mark got bad.

Roxy breaks my heart. Everytime.

And we have another instance of possession being portrayed as the violation it actually is. SPN had a few moments of showing this, most notably with Sam and Lucifer, but we've rarely had such an indepth showing of exactly how someone no longer possessed is coping. The only other ones I can remember clearly delving into are Jeffrey in s7 and Nick in s14, but in both those cases, Jeffrey and Nick were more akin toa depiction of Stockholm Syndrome or at the very least a dependence had been created having been possessed so long. Which is in itself a bit problematic a message to send tbh, but Roxy meanwhile is the opposite. Not only does she not want the Akrida back, she actively is trying to deny it ever having happened initially and she def doesnt want to be reminded of it.

Ironic that it's Carlos who says the forgetting isnt working for Roxy... considering

I also adore the parallel made between Jack/Porter and Lata in this episode? Like they both have that scientific curiosity that can become really dangerous (as seen with Jack) but unlike Jack, Lata actually wants to help people so she uses what she knows (just as much a type of brainwashing technique as Jack/Porters lobotomy fyi) to offer someone help. But! Lata asks for Roxy's consent and is upfront, where Jack/Porter is lying and manipulating and taking foe himself.

Mary's instant red flag reading of Jack/Porter for the win, but she should've listened to her instincts faster. She believes next to nothing of his words. I love her so much.

I love the round table Arkida scene... its so much fun to watch. Ironic that the Akrida call hunters pests... also yay Dean!

The fact that Jack/Porter is so so pissed off is his own downfall tbh. The bitter comments fucked up his facade.

Tonyyyyy yessss. Also Lata and Tony yaaay

I love how absolutely huge gossip queens both Lata and Carlos are.

I also love Carlos' little notepad during the scene with Roxy.

The description of her possession is way to visceral fuck I fogot how hard to watch this was. And how much it echoes to asault. Not even echoes tbh considering we have a clearer scene relating to sexual assault when Jack/Porter tries to have Dorothea possess Mary so thw comparison of possession to assault is very much there this episode.

Wonder if Jack Wilcox defected to the Brits in SPN? And began what would later be Lady Bevell's expertise? The fact that he even put on a British accent def is meant to remind us of Bevell and the Brits.

God Mary and John are obvious af that they suspect shit ... ffs kids!

Carlos continues to be the one that actually uncovers key info.

Aww, Carlos and Lata are so so kind and comforting with Roxy. I love them so much.

Im so proud of Roxy, but what I genuinely love about how the ep was written is that even if she'd have gone along with the erasing of her memory, it still would've been a valid way for her to move on. Like this it obviously works two fold in somewhat convincing Carlos they also should take a leap of faith that alls gonna be well with Anton, but its set up in such a way that regardless of Roxy's choice at the end, Roxy's own wellbeing was all that mattered however that looked. I can appreciate the nareative not ramming a specific interpretation down our throats.

Ah, yes, wartime decisions excusing the means... it nearly never actually applies tho, Jack. Tho I will say it's very satisfying having it be said to John who in SPN would use this exact rethoric for a while slew of shitty choices.

Now I wont get into the whole issue with the golem being used in this ep and specifically how they kill the golem - others have said far more better informed stuff on it (shoutout to @endofthebookpod fantastic episode discussion) and I do have a plethora of issues with it - what I do wanna say on the subject tho is that at leasr insofar as Jack is concerned it makes sense that he'd steal and use a golem for his own benefit (similar to how the nazi did in 8x13). The actual problem with this is how the writers chose to tackle dealing with the golem here. Because ultimately the golem is used as a weapon by Jack, just as all his lobotomised monsters were. But the ep chosing to not clarify a few things and deciding to burn the golem??? Not good fellas, not fucking good at all.

I do appreciate John's resilience in fighting the golem tho.

Like I said, the sexual assault parallel to possession is even more clear when discussion Mary's possession.

Gruesome death for Jack tho, I will say.

"Things we do for love"?!?! John Winchester I will murder you! If Mary doesnt do it first for u even suggesting that. I do apprwciate still seeing glimpses of SPN!John even now, 10 ep into it. Because for all that people can change, its very very hard to do so and its a slow process.

Thank you Mary for shutting it down immediately. High hopes that this low key promise they made here spells good things for their future. I do hope.

I also love that Lata explains why Roxy wanting to erase her traumatic memories isnt the same as Carlos avoiding dealing with his intimacy issues. But I also love that Carlos feels safe actually confiding in Lata, for all that they banter and shit talk they're each others person.

Perfect timing on the Tragic Haircut lady. Also yea, it def is a tragic haircut.

Noooo, Akrida!Kyle is here. Using Johns past against him is smart but also i need to read that file.

I will say, I never read Millie at the end as believing that John did anything like Ive seen in a couple of other places mentioned. I just saw it as her being a. Shocked about a dead body b. Shocked about John holding a dead body and c. The police being on her heels with john holding a dead body.

But that's all for today folks. Next up, ep 11. Slowly but surely making it through the show.

[neochan]

GENRE | smut, idolverse!

WARNINGS | smut

WC | 2.6k +

A.N | this is a repost of my older work. i hope you enjoy it <3

You could still hear the unintelligible screaming of thousands of fans as the boys filtered off the stage and into the greenroom. Another successful concert in the long string of tour stops. You couldn’t even remember what state you were in because the days of traveling, unpacking, setting up, and doing it all again the next day ran together.

The boys were dripping sweat, immediately grabbing bottles of water and towels to wipe themselves off. They had worked harder than normal today since during one of the sets the microphone cut out and they had to perform acapella. Someone was getting fired for that.

Taeyong flopped onto the leather couch dominating the center of the room, water in one hand, phone in the other. “People are already uploading photos.” He outstretches his arm so the others could view the pictures pulled up on his screen.

“Johnny you look ridiculous,” you point out, laughing as a fan had caught Johnny in the act of wildly waving his light stick.

“I was having a good time, okay?” He chuckles and walks into the dressing rooms to change out of his stage outfit. Half of the group filtered out to change and half stayed to peruse through the gifts left by venue staff and play on their phones until told otherwise.

You were wondering where Hyuck was when you heard his voice from the hallway. He saunters in and gives you a kiss on the cheek, “Enjoy the show?” His golden skin was tainted pink, hair matted to his forehead by the sweat that was trickling down the side of his face. He grabbed his shirt and lifted it to swipe at his face, revealing his cute tummy. You had to resist the urge to poke it.

“I enjoyed hearing thousands of pretty fans scream your name” You give him a smirk knowing that he hates when you downplay your relationship.

He nudges you with his shoulder, “You know I meant the songs,” his doe eyes look into yours, his long lashes brushing against his cheek when he blinked “Besides, you know I love you and only you.”

Mark began to nervously giggle in the corner while Doyoung made fake gagging noises from the vanity he sat at. “Oh, shut up.” You say, throwing empty water bottles at the two, “And hurry up I wanna go swimming before it gets too late.”

The ride home was peaceful once the swarms of fans cleared a path for the bus. Per the managers request you slouched down in your seat so know one could see you through the window. It didn’t make much sense because the windows were tinted, but Haechan had to argue for his life to allow them to let you tag along on the tour, so you didn’t question them. Once you were on the road, you sat back up and snuggled close to Haechans side. He rested his hand on your thigh, absentmindedly stroking you with his thumb. His head leaned back against the seat, eyes closed, listening to music. It was so loud you could almost make out the words but you didn’t say anything – you let him stay in his post concert utopia for the whole trip.

The hotel was about an hour away from the venue so that no one would find them, and they’d be closer to their next destination. It was nicer than the others because it actually had a pool. You and Haechan made an agreement to go swimming after the concert, and you couldn’t wait. The staff also rented more rooms, so instead of four people to a bed, it was just you and Haechan.

After checking in everyone filtered off to their rooms leaving the both of you to freely do whatever you wanted - within reason of course. You both got changed, your gaze admiring the hard lines of Haechans back. “Don’t stare.” He blushed, wrapping a towel around his upper body.

You pulled on your bikini which made Haechan go silent. You specifically picked this one because it brought out your skin tone well, and cupped your features beautifully. “Now who’s staring?”

It never failed. The butterfly feeling you got in the pit of your stomach when Haechan watched you with loving eyes. You wrapped a towel around your waist, allowing Haechans eyes to roam the tops of your breasts, peeking out from the almost too small bathing suit.

His cheeks turned pink once he noticed he was caught, “Let’s go”.

The hallways were quiet since it was almost midnight, so you wordlessly made your way down the stairs and out into the night air. It had grown considerably cooler than when guys first arrived that morning, but the sky made up for it. Pretty stars pricked the vast expanse of dark blue and black infinity. You could see the moon peaking out from behind a single cloud, casting a shadowed glow on Haechans honey skin.

The gate was closed when you walked up to it so you stopped to read, “Aw man, the pool closed an hour ago,” You set your lips in a pout, “no wonder the lights weren’t on.”

“Hey it’s okay, no lights, no cameras, they probably wont even notice we’re here if we keep quiet.” He moves closer to you, eyebrows raised expectant for an answer.

You hesitated wondering if you really could pull it off, after all you’d been looking forward to this for the whole day, “I don’t wanna get in trouble..”

“You said you wanted to swim and I’m going to make sure that happens,” He gets down on one knee, “step on my leg, I'm gonna help you jump the fence.”

He boots you over, and grabs your arms to help lower you on the other side, but his hand slips and his nails dig into your shoulder. “Ow, fuck.” You wince rubbing the spot he scratched.

“Sorry, sorry” He says giggling, jumping the fence with such quietness and ease that it looked unreal. “Come on, dare you to do a canon ball!?”

He ran ahead throwing his towel on one of the pool chairs and jumping in the water. You cringe away from the loud slap his body hitting the water made. You walk slowly to the chair, deeply inhaling the addictive chlorine scent.

He finally stands up waist deep in the water and pushes his hair back. The blue water reflected against him, making his skin sparkle. “Come into the water y/n” he splashed some water into your general direction, but not enough to touch you.

“Okay, Okay.” You drop the towel and slip into the water. It was cold. Really cold. You gasp and recoil away, but not fast enough, because Haechan has wrapped his arms around you and started carrying you towards the deep end. You struggle a bit in his grip but his arms provide an iron cage that you can’t get out of. “Haechan let me go!”

He presses a warm kiss to the back on your neck but doesn’t comply with your wishes, instead making a curve and bringing you towards the underwater benches. He fixes his hold on you so that now he’s carrying you bridal style. You stare up at him, water droplets falling off his chin. His eyes were already red from the chlorine and you hoped that it cleared up by tomorrow nights concert. His plush lips sat in a pout, strong jaw set. He was so very pretty; and all yours. You smiled to yourself, deciding to keep that image locked away in your memory forever.

Once he gets to the benches he sets you down and glides in beside you. “You know It’s colder than I thought it was going to be.” He lifts a hand and sheepishly rubs the back of heck, “and you look way hotter in that bikini than I thought you would.”

“I don’t know if that’s supposed to be a dig or a compliment.” You scoot closer to him so that your thighs were pressed against each other. Finding his hand underwater, you intertwine your fingers with his own.

“A compliment babe.” He chuckles and slouches in the water so that only his head sat above it. You both sit there for a moment until it becomes too cold to sit still.

“Well I’m going to put it to use and go swim.” You push off from the cement and paddle around. The only way to stay slightly warm was to keep moving. Haechan watched you, eyes crinkled in a smile, bottom lip caught between his teeth. It was fun to watch you play in the water but the bathing suit was making him think of other things you two could be doing.

And that was how it stayed. Haechan watching while you performed for him.

A while had passed, the calm exterior of the pool getting to you, making you drowsy. The cold blue water washed over your hands while you gently skimmed the surface, making your way over to where Haechan was. You hummed a short tune under your breath, trying to keep yourself distracted. it was close to one in the morning now, but Haechan still sat on the bench, slightly shivering from the brisk air, hands gripping his thighs under the water while his mind wandered far away from the present.

“Watcha thinkin’ about” you ask, moving closer to him, hoping to catch some lingering body warmth.

“Fucking you ,” he moved off the seat and dove under the surface, only leaving small ripples in his wake. You stand there for a second wonder how he could be so blunt, so forward in his desires; he was never like this.

He swam a single circle around your body before popping up in front of you, giving you a mini heart attack. He pushes you back against the tiled walls, “I’ve spent the last hour thinking about fucking you. Thinking about how pretty you’d sound.” His head dips down to kiss along your collarbone, and your hands grab the back of neck, holding him there while his tongue sucked bruises into your tender skin. His hands grazed the bare skin of your arms, giving you goosebumps.

He moaned into the side of your neck, biting and sucking away, wanting you to yearn for him like he did for you. He lifted his head so that his mouth hung over yours, his small puffs of breath fanning over your face while he tests the waters. “Can I kiss you?”

Without giving him an answer you pull him closer by the roots of his hair. His kissing was messy and sweet, and while your tongues moved together, his hips began rubbing circles against you, trying to gain some friction in the cool water. Small heavy breaths were the only sound you could hear, aside from the occasional splash as Haechan moved restlessly.

Your hand wandered down his chest and below the surface to where you could feel him straining against his shorts. You began to stroke him over the fabric, his hips pushing against your touch. He broke the kiss to watch as you peeled down the elastic from his hips, his cock freed from the restricting material of his swim shorts. You watched him twitch slightly as the cold water met his length.

“You can’t make any noise.” You place a single finger against his lips.

“No promises.” He whispers, a devilish smirk breaking way on his face. His hands caress you thighs, pushing your bottoms to the side. The cold water hit you, making you gasp and push into Haechan who just whimpers against your touch.

He tried to stay quiet, only soft grunts between gritted teeth and muffled moans as his hips pushed into your own. The water created resistance but it just enhanced how good he was feeling. He hurriedly grabs at your legs, pulling them up so that they sat around his waist. Your back dragged up the tiled walls, scraping your tender skin, but you could only focus on Haechans cock thrusting deeply in and out of you. He stared longingly into your eyes, filling you up completely, wanting to savor the way they fluttered in the back of your head.

“You love the way I fill you up huh?” He groans into your ear, a hand falling forward to grip the cement ledge of the pool.

You couldn’t respond without fear of moaning so you nod your head wildly. He began to bite and suck at your collarbone, pushing you closer to the edge. Looking down he sees your nipples, erect, poking through the wet fabric of your bathing suit. His eyes grow wide, hips stuttering into you. Fuck you were hot.

“Haechannie, I think I’m going to come.” You squeezed your eyes shut trying to focus on the feeling coiling in your stomach.

“Not yet.” He growls, hands moving to pin your wrists against the cement ledge, “Hold it princess, I know you can.” The water began to slosh around faster as Haechan thrusted harder into you. The sound was so loud its no wonder you didn’t hear the keys jangling against the hip of the guard making his way towards you two.

“Hey!,” he shouts running towards you, “The pool is closed! Get out! Are you two-” He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you and Haechan spring up out of fear and take off. It was easy to push yourself up onto the pool deck. The guard made the mistake of following you two and leaving the gate unattended. You and Haechan ran out, giggling, making your way back into the hotel. You didn’t stop until you got into the room and slammed the door behind you.

With your heart hammering in your chest you lean against the dark cherry wood . “Holy fuck we could’ve gotten in serious trouble.” You gasp out, clutching a hand against your wet bathing suit top.

“Babe we’ll be gone by morning, no one is gonna know.” Haechan paces in front of you trying to catch his breath. His shorts hung dangerously low on his hips, it was miracle he got them up in time.

“We’re so banned from this hotel.” A knock on the door makes you jump away from it, the worst of punishment's filling your mind. What were they going to do? They couldn’t arrest you, could they?

Haechan walks forward and turns the knob slowly, revealing a sleepy Doyoung. His oversized t-shirt hung off one shoulder showing off his gaunt collarbone. He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“What do you want Doie?” you ask softly.

“How was getting chased by the guard?” he gives a sleepy chuckle, still half in his dreams.

“How did you-,” A look of realization hits Haechan, “You reported us?” He whined, pushing Doyoungs bare shoulder so that he stumbled back.

“Sound travels over water dumbasses and you guys were loud, I was trying to sleep!” Protesting, he pushes Haechans wet shoulder back.

“Well, now we’re going to be twice as loud.” Haechan slams the door in Doyoungs face and grabs you, throwing you on the bed. You give a squeal, and hear Doyoungs fist hit the door.

“I swear I’ll make a noise complaint.” He sounded more irritated than sleepy now.

“Go ahead, you’re just mad I’m getting laid and you aren't.” You playfully slap Haechans arm, but he nips at your hand. The other side of the door grows silent, Doyoung either going to report you two, or going back to his room defeated.

“Shall we pick up where we left off princess?”

[kailoweenie]

Confessions by the campfire

Joon-yeong X reader

A/N: this is mostly self indulgent. Also gonna ignore canon, in my fluff stories everyone lives and ends up happy 😌

Warning: cursing, being called stupid but in a joking way

Summary: Joon-yeong has liked Y/N for a while but they're too oblivious to realised that. When the group has time to relax he finally uses this opportunity to confess

After we all finished creating the SOS sign we decided to spend our nights relaxing by a campfire. A much needed break that's for sure. During this moment of peace, me and the rest of the group reflect on past experience while also allowing ourselves to confess things we never had the chance to before.

Joon-yeong who's sitting next to me suddenly coughed, adjusting his glasses and gulping nervously before he speaks up "seeing how we're all letting our thoughts out, I figure it's about time I finally say this but..." He looks at me hesitantly as I nod encouragingly at him "we're all friends here, you don't have to tell us if you don't want to but you also have nothing to fear" I smiled. After a few seconds he gathered his courage and finally said something "well actually.....I wanted to confess that i actually like someone"

To say I was surprised was an understatement, we've been friends for ages and yet I never knew this? "...shit really?" I shook off my suprise and smacked his leg playfully "yah why didn't you ever tell me? Do I know who they are?" I can't help but be curious. Dae-su snorts "yah I thought I was bad, but Y/N-ah you're a lot more stupid then me" i can feel my face turning red as i looked around at the others, half of them were just trying their best to hold their laugh in "Wait, wait, do you guys know who he likes?" No answer, just slight giggling from Dae-su and Woo-jin "seriously, does everyone know except for me??"

"Y/N-ah" Joon-yeong grabs my hand as I looked at him "huh? What?" Joon-yeong stares, trying his best to look as confident as he could "It's you" "...what does that mean?" I questioned as he sighed realising I still don't get it "Y/N...you're the one I like" I stare at him not being able to process what he said "you like...me?" I asked wondering if I heard him right "I like you Y/N, my feelings for you kept growing each day we were friends. I just never had the confidence to confess, not until now atleast"

I looked away from him, smiling to myself "once we get out of here safely I'll take you out on fancy date, just you wait..." I elbowed his shoulder excitedly "oh and i really like you too Joon-yeong...actually can you come with me for a sec? I just don't want to do this in front of the others" I laughed awkwardly, he looks at me slightly confused but agreed anyways. Getting up with me, we walked towards the roof ledge looking towards the sky. For a life so shit like ours, the stars do look beautiful tonight, it's even more beautiful when the man you've fallen in love with is right beside you.

"Hey Joon-yeong, now that we confessed and all that stuff...can I kiss you? Only if you allow me to" I asked, fiddling with my school uniform "you can. I've been thinking about this moment for a while now actually, wondering if one day you'll like me back...I'm just so happy to hear that you do" he whispered softly caressing my cheek before pulling me into kiss. I tugged on his uniform trying to bring him closer to me as he snakes his hand onto my waist. Parting from the kiss I looked at him slowly becoming more embarrassed by the second "I'm sorry, I don't exactly know how to kiss someone so if that was horrible just forget about it-" "Y/N it's fine, it was actually really nice. I liked it" he says reassuringly. He takes a hold of my hand as we walk back towards the group.

"yah when the time comes, you two better invite us all to the wedding" Dae-su warns jokingly as Woo-jin cheers next to him. Sitting down I smile at everyone feeling incredibly happy at this moment.

Everything is nice