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featherandferns · 2 months ago

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Halloween and horror movies were nothing new, but JJ seemed bored by the concept... (MDNI)

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Outside on the porch sits Kiara's butchered children. At least, that's how she saw them. Her pumpkin babies that she'd planted and watered and kissed and nourished and grown from the ground up sat picked, gutted and carved. Inside were two tealights, creating an eerie glow through their hollow eyes. Yours was classic: two triangles above a brimming, fanged grin. JJ's? Your boyfriend had decided to create an homage to the stoner community: a joint sat between a doped smile, with half-set eyes somehow perfectly capturing that absent, blissed-out stare. Age appropriate? Absolutely not. But not a lot of children would come trick-or-treating out this way. With that in mind, yourself and the rest of the Pogues had opted for a movie night.

Nothing with the Pogues was ever simple. Sarah wanted to watch Beetlejuice but Cleo was adamant about a modern day horror. Pope swore against jump scares because it was cheap thrills and the science of a good psychological thriller is just too much of a mindbender to pass up on, right? Well, Kiara said that she thought psychological thrillers were trivial and dragged on. John B? He didn't want anything paranormal. That limited things quite a lot. What did you all agree on? The most harmless Halloween flick of all time: Hocus Pocus.

You're cuddled against your boyfriend on the farthest end of the old couch. A scratchy tweed blanket sits across both of your laps. Beneath it, JJ's hand rests comfortably on your thigh. In his other hand he hoards the bowl of Halloween candy. The lot of you were working your way through the gummy worms and chocolate eyeballs. Lights down, volume up, curtains closed: it was the picture of cosy, fall fun.

"This movie blows," JJ mumbles into your ear.

You roll your eyes and whisper back with a smile, "It's a classic."

"C.H.U.D. is way scarier."

"This isn't meant to be scary."

"But it's a Halloween movie. Isn't that the whole gimmick?"

"It's meant to be enchanting."

"La-de-da."

"Shush!" Kiara hisses from her spot on the floor. Her head turns so fast it reminds you of the exorcist, and that just makes you want to watch that movie again. Sighing, you sink against the warmth of your boyfriend. You had to agree: this was a lot better of a movie when you were a kid.

It's as if he can hear your boredom calling out to him. The moment Kie's attention is back on the crackly television screen, JJ's hand starts to shift. It's innocent at first, no different to the usual way he absentmindedly caresses at your skin. The first time his finger slips against your inner thigh, you think it's an accident. But then it's again, and it teases at the hem of your pyjama shorts, and you shoot him a look. The smirk on his face and the glint in your eyes tell you everything you need to know.

You lean up and hope it looks casual to your friends as you whisper into his ear, "we're literally watching a children's movie about witches with our friends right now. You cannot be horny."

"I'm bored," comes his excuse. "'Sides, they're all watching the movie. They're not even gonna notice."

You pull back to let your eyes flit across your friends. Pope and Cleo are in an armchair that you had thrifted, cuddled up, with Cleo half-asleep against his chest. Pope's eyes are so focused on the movie that you wonder if he's analysing each frame. John B lounges on the spot on the sofa near JJ, though there's a safe little gap between the two. He seems pretty hooked on the movie too. Kie and Sarah are on the floor sharing a bowl of popcorn.

JJ's hand continues to massage your thigh. His finger is ghostly in its teasing against your thigh, the touch just enough to wake up every neuron and every cell, but not enough to please them.

Your silent mark of consent to your ADHD ridden boyfriend is the slight opening of your legs, giving his hand more space to explore. You can see his grin in your peripheral. Talk about obvious.

But it becomes increasingly harder to care about the others in the room when JJ rubs your clit through your panties. Sighing slowly, relieved, your head leans against JJ's warm chest. It shakes with silent laughter and you debate cussing him out in front of everyone. The circles he draws are methodological; he knew your body like he'd read the handbook. Every touch and every kiss had reason and rhyme, and it had been months since JJ had struggled to flip on every switch that had your body singing.

Your cunt clenches around nothing as he picks up the pace and pressure. As the sounds of the movie fade away, you become keenly aware of your unsteady rise and fall of breath. The cool metal of his rings somehow bleeds through the thin veil of fabric as he fingers press against your slit. Teeth sinking into your lower lip, you fight away the moans and sighs of pleasure. The hot, damp feel of JJ's breath against your ear is cruel.

"So fuckin' dirty. Letting me feel you up right next to our friends, huh?"

You shoot him a glare but you know it falls flat when you're literally biting back the moans he's reasonable for. The weight of your look weakens as you chase your climax. So close, so close, so close...You rock forward gently when you come, before sinking back on your boyfriend. He eases up slowly, reeling it in. JJ plants kisses against your neck and behind your ear.

The moment your mind returns to your body, you're keenly aware of what just happened. You scan the other people in the room in mild panic to check nobody is shooting you disgusted daggers. But, no, everyone is still watching the three witches fly around on their mops and brooms and vacuum cleaners.

JJ's eyes find yours and you try your best to look unimpressed, but it's hard when your pussy is still convulsing. His voice is hushed and low when he teases with a grin:

"Guess you're not the virgin who lit the candle, huh?"

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taesanluv3r · 3 months ago

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crazy in love

han taesan x reader

this is so silly. i luv the idea of taesan being an annoying yapper bf and yn being a silly silly gf <3 lowercase intended, some cuss words, pls ignore any spelling mistakes/grammatical errors. enjoyy!

wc: 1,073

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"be honest with me right now...would you still love me if i was a worm?"

han taesan's laugh echoed against the walls of his cozy apartment, the one he shared with yn ln, the idiot who had asked him the question.

"darling, you know i'd love you even if one day you woke up to find yourself a monstrous vermin!" he'd exaggerate and she'd giggle, calling him a nerd for the obvious line he stole off of franz kafka's book, to which he'd respond with: "if you got the reference, you're just as much a nerd as i am!"

yn gets up and heads over to the kitchen, pouring herself her fifth iced-coffee of the day. "you know you'll get sick if you drink too much coffee, darling" the boy said, chuckling lightly when she rolled her eyes at him, joining him back on their living-room couch. "oh please, you're telling me this like you don't drink just as much!"

it wasn't unusual for the young couple to bicker this way. especially because of how similar they were; two yappers - or at least that's what their friend woonhak called them - who happened to fall in love. the living room was their favourite spot in the whole flat. on off days like this one you would find the pair snuggled up on their soft sofa, a blanket each - because sharing one would almost always end up in an argument.

the wide-screen tv played whatever movie from the late 2000s they decided to re-watch - partly because they enjoyed the routine, mostly because everything that was new didn't quite compare to the "classics". that didn't really matter though, because they'd end up forgetting all about the movie anyways, preferring to entertain each other instead. it could be anything. something as simple as a conversation about what silly prank riwoo pulled the other day, or what kind of an ugly outfit the girl had seen on a mannequin. sometimes they didn't care to talk at all; sometimes they'd kiss, and other times they'd do way more than that.

"darling, how many times have we seen this movie?" taesan asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the familiar scene appeared on the television. "i mean it's not even christmas time yet? why are we watching 'love, actually' again?" his girlfriend gasped in disbelief, looking at him as if the answer was obvious.

"for baby thomas brodie-sangster."

the boy scoffed, "oh please, the man is like- in his mid-thirtees now and he still looks like a baby!" she rolled her eyes again, "well duh! that's his charm! now shut up, you're annoying" she said, glaring at him coldly. it didn't last long though, the minute he shot her that stupidly adorable smile of his, she had forgotten all about how annoying her boyfriend was. her eyes went soft, the pout on her lips turning into a smile of its own.

"what?" he asked, tilting his head unconsciously to the side. he already knew the answer though, just because this has had happened countless times before. his hand moved to caress her cheek, the warmth of his touch making her blush. and then he said, in a voice so proud and almost cocky:

"falling in love with me all over again?"

he expected a nod, an agreement from her, but what he got instead was the shake of her head and an obnoxious giggle. "no...just wondering how i ended up with you- i mean a billion fish in the sea and i ended up with han-can't keep his mouth shut-taesan-ow!" taesan grinned as his girlfriend smoothed her palm against her head where he had jokingly slapped her.

"no, babe that one actually hurt" yn said, putting an end to his glory. his gaze softened and he was quick to react. "shit! i'm so sorry, darling..." he spoke softly this time, just above a whisper, and he pulled her close towards his chest. the boy pressed about a million kisses over the same spot on her head; again and again and again. it was sweet at first, the girl was just about to forgive him- well, until the innocent kisses became ticklish.

"tae...taesan...stop! it tickles!" those were the only few words she managed to muster out in between her laughs. in his usual menacing ways, the boy pretended not to hear his pleading girlfriend. instead, he thought it'd be a great idea to just straight up tickle her on purpose.

"haha! this is what you get, baby. i'm not stopping until you admit you're crazily in love with me...or until i get tired, whichever comes first" taesan taunts as his fingers continue to poke at her sides. "ah! never!" yn yelled, using all the strength in her body to flip him over, landing him on his back. she used his strategy against him, fingers rapidly tapping against his lower abdomen. "fuck..." she stopped and cussed, sitting completely still on his lap.

"you're not ticklish?"

he shook his head, a stupid smirk gleaming against his lips. "ugh, i hate you" she mumbled, giving up and falling down against his chest. his arms wrapped around her waist, her head nuzzled into his neck. "i win...now say it" taesan spoke, stroking her hair sweetly and tucking a couple strands away behind her ear. yn sighed dramatically as she sat up again.

"han taesan, i am crazily in love with you!"

the boy couldn't help but smile, breaking into a loving set of laughter, his hand moving to cover his mouth out of habit. contagious, she smiled as well - even if she hated the fact that she had lost - "i love you too, yn ln...my darling" he grinned, leaning into her lips and closing off any of the excess space between them.

"mm~ i like the taste of this lip-balm...you know if you use it more, i'll kiss you more" taesan said, licking his lips as they parted with her cherry-flavoured ones. "liar...you'd kiss me just the same amount with or without!" she argued, "and what makes you think that?" he retaliated. "cause you're obsessed with me!" her statement makes him laugh, "and you aren't?" he chuckled when she didn't respond.

"that's what i thought"

yn just hummed after that, not really planning on arguing any further. partly cause she was tired from all the tickling, but mostly because she just couldn't. taesan was, correct! afterall, she is just...

crazily in love with him.

the end.

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this was supposed to be a sungho fic but i accidentally wrote it TOOOOO taesan so 😭 but i will write a sungho fic soon so yeppi fans don't sue me pls </3 anyways hope u enjoyed! sorry i havent been as active as i used to be :( tysm for reading, reblogs/feedback r appreciated!! love, kona.

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aristia-pjoheadcanons · 11 months ago

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Hi🩵 I hope you're having a great day

I was wondering maybe if you could make headcanons about how percy would be like in bed like his favorite positions and things he does to his s/o

THANK YOU IN ADVANCE 🩵

What Percy would be like in bed NSFW warning

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tags: percy jackson. Aged up. NSFW.

missionary for starters: so he can see your face and your reactions from above.

talking about above, I think he would also enjoy the foreplay to start things off - placing his lover against the counter or on top of something and get between their legs.

There, he can take off their shirt or his own shirt and do things slowly. In his mind, the bed is where things really start, so he wants to get comfortable as possible.

the idea of pounding and going harder is for very obv. reasons a turn on but he is hesitant to do it because in the moment he gets really close, so hes afraid he'll cum.

he has the habit of not only staring but also looking away shyly when they stare back. Sometimes he will hold the stare until either looks away, he likes to build tension during and even before they start. When his s/o makes noises, his eyes flicker to their face, he thinks its really flattering that they moan because of him.

once after the first time(s) he would be comfortable enough to start using different positions.

He would stick with the classics, missionary, doggy-style (this one really got his heart pounding in his ears he was so turned on he couldn't breathe straight and kept panting).

He likes the idea of grabbing his s/o's leg or ankle and yank them into place, like dragging them toward him so he can get a better angle.

Percy wants to keep quiet, so he ends up scrunching his face ups and cocking his head to the side, biting down and clenching his jaw tight, sometimes even holding his breath slightly.

but as soon as he breathes, a noise always ends up escaping. its like a half-whine but its somewhat high-pitched and doesn't last long (meaning he doesnt let himself drag it out).

the sight of his s/o looking up at him or looking at them from behind makes his hands somewhat clammy and he feels embarassed that he needs to wipe them on the bedsheets.

praise him, dirty talk him (this one takes him by surprise) and he becomes such a love-struck fool willing to do anything to please his lover. He needs to know if he's doing well, otherwise he will spiral and his thoughts will consume him - to the point where he might even run away.

if his s/o takes the initiative he feels flustered but also insecure for a moment: was he not doing it right? mind you, this guy is a virgin and has not done things with anyone, so he can't help but feel insecure. but yet again, convince him and praise him and he is back.

once the sex and the pillow-talk comes, he imagines scenarios for the future: like his s/o straddling his thighs while they're either on the sofa or in his bedroom, his shirt thrown half haphazardly on the floor somewhere, gripping his s/os thighs and he's leanign his head back in pleasure ...

he takes more initiative, not afraid of grabbign your waist or hips during normal day-to-day activities...it becomes such a visible change that his parents are wondering what happened.

Percy becomes more and more confident in himself.

his favourite position is honestly anything really, he isnt picky. but if I had to choose one, I would say the position where his s/o is laying down on their stomach and hes ontop behind them.

he forces eyecontact, that's all I will say.

he frowns if they try to control their voice, he hates it and will grab their hands away. or do it harder just for them to not be able to hold back.

has tan lines dont ask where ...

handsy and grabby but it depends on what position they're doing and the timing, honestly it's pretty random.

whenever he licks his lips its pretty audible, you can just hear it from across the room.

quirks an eyebrow (not to be judgemental) if you say you're too shy, because you're both naked at this point sooooo. but not pushy.

wants to get to know your body: fingering, touching you anywhere, making out.

Im sorry i need to add on that i feel like hes the type of guy that would actually enjoy standing sex. Like his partner gripping the kitchen counter or the wall while hes behind. I feel like he loves to get a nice rhythm going and the sound of his balls slapping against them, the obscene wet noises coming from their genitals, the panting and moaning from the both of them, his fingers turning white from gripping their hips (he's trying to hold himself back), his mouth hanging open supressing his voice (he has a bad habit of holding his breath while doing this so when he finally breathes he's panting loudly), him grinding into the person to pause (again, hes about to cum), he wants to keep going for as long as he can, the idea of milking and dragging out an orgasm is his favourite way to do it. And when his partner finally lets out a long moan when they reached their climax, they unfortunately missed how Percy threw his head back and yelled in pleasure too when he came. I swear the walls slightly vibrated when he finished with that moan, his father is the earthshaker after all....

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lisbeth-kk · 3 months ago

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Sherlock fandom.

A Love of Music

I have always enjoyed music and I wish I was good at playing an instrument. To sit down at the piano and effortlessly play one of my favourite songs for example. It always blew my mind when I saw people do just that in public spots.

A few days before I enlisted, I was picking up my current girlfriend at St Pancras. She’d been at her parents in Kent over Christmas. We’d arranged to meet by the large Christmas tree. There was a piano there too. Free to use for anyone who wanted to show off their skills or entertain the travellers.

A teenage girl took a seat and started to play Auld Lang Syne. It was beautiful and much to my chagrin, I had to wipe away a tear.

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Classical music was a genre I had an ambivalent relationship with. I guess I found it too pompous in my youth, but as I got older, some pieces stuck with me, and I quite enjoyed The New Year Concert from Vienna.

It varied which instrument I was fascinated by. The harp, with its grandeur and elegant form, had always intrigued me. I also enjoyed the oboe. The sound of it felt both soothing and melancholy. But in the end, it was the violin I loved the most. How a skilled violinist could coax out all kinds of sounds from the beautiful instrument never failed to stun me.

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And then I experienced that even talented violinists could play so terrible that it hurt the ears and caused shudders to ripple through the entire body.

Yes, I’m referring to my mad flatmate and boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes. When we first met, and he told me he played the violin, I thought he was an amateur. Imagine my surprise and awe when I realised that he was just as skilled as any violinist in a symphony orchestra. At least in my opinion.

“You’re biased, John,” Sherlock told me.

I guess I was, but he was bloody good, and I thoroughly enjoyed it when he played for me. Therefore, I was totally unprepared for the change in tone when Mycroft visited. I had had my encounter with the pompous arse in a parking cellar somewhere months prior, but this was the first time I witnessed a meeting between the brothers.

A screeching sound from Sherlock’s violin made me cover my ears and yell from the kitchen: “what the hell, Sherlock!”

He stopped for a brief second to tell me his brother was tormenting him. Then he started molesting his instrument again. It was unbearable. I think my ears would’ve started to bleed if I hadn’t been able to pry the bow out of his hand. He plucked the strings for a while, before he sprawled on the sofa, clutching the violin to his chest.

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The tone and the pieces he played when I had nightmares, were soft and gentle, luring me back to the flat and out of the desert. My heart swelled with love for him in those moments. Sometimes I stood from the bed and went to thank him with an embrace or a kiss. Other times, I was too fatigued to do anything but just lay there and thank him in my mind. The nightmares got less straining after I started sharing his bed, but he still played for me.

***

Sherlock’s own tone when Mrs. Hudson asked him to play Christmas carols, was clipped and haughty, but when he started playing – well, it was magical. He transformed from that aloof man everybody thought to be a sociopath, and into a passionate musician. I could even discern a tiny curl of his lip, indicating a smile on those occasions. After all, he’d do anything for his beloved Hudders, however reluctant he seemed.

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His sorrow filled the small church when he played at his father’s funeral. I had never seen a face so despairing. Tears trickled down his cheeks in a constant stream, but he never faltered. Not until he lowered his bow after he’d finished playing. I was by his side before he’s knees gave way, and he stayed close to me for the rest of the day.

***

After we moved to Sussex, Sherlock still practised and played the violin, but it took a bit more effort as the years passed. His fingers weren’t that flexible anymore, especially during winter. So, we changed our habits. Every so often we took the train up to London, or Mycroft provided a car, and we went to see the London Symphony Orchestra. If there was a serene violin solo, Sherlock tapped at my arm in step with the soloist.

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It wasn't our shared love of music that brought us together, but it was an important part of the foundation of our relationship. And when the crime solving and the hunt for suspects through London ended, the music became an even bigger part of our lives. The tones changed and differed, but our love remained solid and steadfast.

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dark-frosted-heart · 3 months ago

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Secret Acting Instruction - Keith Howell

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

nsfw, minors dni

Emma: Prince Keith, you did well on your performance today. Cheer!

Alter!Keith: Cheers.

The light clinking of glasses resounds and Emma, who sat beside me on the sofa, takes a sip of the clear alcohol.

By the way her eyes widened, she thought it was good.

(I didn’t expect Emma to throw an after party)

I followed Emma’s lead and took a sip from my glass; the subtle sweetness spread throughout my weary body.

Emma: By the way, you were really cool.

Alter!Keith: Yeah, yeah, thank you. Think I heard that 100 times before getting back to my room.

Emma: Saying it 100 times isn’t even enough. Unlike last year’s performance, this one was about friendship and I thought you were a really great fit for your role. I’d read the original work multiple times, so I could imagine you in that role… But you were so much better than I could’ve imagined…*sigh* I should’ve asked for an artist to paint you.

Emma’s eyes lit up like the sun as she continued.

(Not a bad reaction. If I didn’t get into it, then there wouldn’t’ have been a point in going through all that trouble)

After Emma and “that guy’s” first performance thanks to their favorite author, the director unexpectedly took a liking to them and a second offer came.

Initially, I thought about rejecting it for “that guy” since he’s a pushover, but ended up changing my mind and so here I am now.

Alter!Keith: You looked pretty good too.

Emma: This time I was just a fill-in for a side character though?

Alter!Keith: Don’t be so modest, Miss side character who loves me so much. You almost changed the genre with that look of love on your face.

Emma: Uh…

It looked like she was aware of the fact, given how she looked away, ears red.

(It was a pretty realistic performance—)

~~ Flashback ~~

This time the performance was the classic story about rewarding the good and punishing evil where my character and his partner infiltrated an evil organization, exposed its injustice, and rescued the weak.

Emma played a low-level grunt of the organization, an upstanding “young man” who was the first to become an ally during the infiltration.

There was a scene depicting the beginnings of conflict within the organization.

Emma: ‘Please wait! Your clothes are a mess.’

Alter!Keith: ‘Oh, it was quite the fight back there.’

Emma: ‘Are you hurt?’

Alter!Keith: ‘Getting hurt by those kinds of people would be such an embarrassment that I wouldn’t be able to sleep.’ ‘That aside, are you sure you want to follow me?’ ‘It seems I was mistaken for a traitor.’ ‘A weakling like you will die if you stick with me.’

Emma: ‘...I know. But I still want to.’ ‘Even if the path I’ll walk with you is harsh and full of thorns.’ ‘Even if corpses pile up behind you.’ ‘I will follow you for the rest of my life.’

Alter!Keith: …Stay in character.*

Emma: !!!

~~ End flashback ~~

Emma: Please let me explain. …I was captivated by your flashy action scene that came before.

Alter!Keith: So?

Emma: I forgot I was acting and fell in love.

Alter!Keith: Quite the adorable excuse.

Emma: A-at any rate, I didn’t expect you to take on another acting job! You could’ve refused. Did you perhaps fall in love with the stage…?

I shrugged as Emma blatantly switched topics.

Alter!Keith: As someone who loves me, do you think so?

Emma: …No.

Alter!Keith: Good answer.

Emma: Then why…

Alter!Keith: It’s thanks to you knowing the original story and helping me rehearse that I was able to put on my best performance. It was refreshing being instructed for once. Yeah, I probably liked that.

Emma: …You’re hiding something.

Alter!Keith: And you’re not?

(I’m not nice enough to tell you everything)

Unconvinced, Emma kept her eyes on me.

“I want to know” was written all over her face, and I knew she wasn’t going to give up until I told her.

(If that’s the case—)

Alter!Keith: Hey, let’s do it again.

Emma: Do wha—...Mnn.

I set the glass down on the table and kissed Emma.

I took her glass, placed it next to mine, and pushed her down onto the sofa.

Alter!Keith: Acting instructions. Want me to be wicked? Or do you want me to be nice? I’ll act however you want.

Emma: It seems like there’s a different goal in mind…!

Alter!Keith: Don’t worry about it. Come on, tell me.

I squeezed her breasts through her blouse like I usually do.

When I purposely pressed against a sensitive spot, Emma, whose eyes were shining with innocence just a moment ago, now exuded a sensual aura sweeter than nectar.

(You’re just as much of a pushover)

I continued playing with her chest while ignoring how she was rubbing her legs together.

Emma: …off.

Alter!Keith: Hm? Didn’t catch that.

Emma: …Clothes…off.

Alter!Keith: Is that your first instruction?

She nodded, face even more flushed than it was on stage.

Following her “instruction”, I stripped her, revealing perky nipples.

Alter!Keith: Next?

Emma: …Do I have to say it?

Alter!Keith: Of course. You’re giving me acting instructions, aren’t you?

Emma’s face grew redder as I kept staring at her nipples.

(This is why I can’t stop acting wicked)

Emma: Do what you usually do…

Alter!Keith: Be more specific.

Emma: …Please rub them with your hands.

Alter!Keith: Like this?

I asked as I gently traced around her nipples.

Alter!Keith: I’m rubbing them like you asked.

Emma: Here…

She took my hands and brought them to her peaks.

I smirked when I noticed her shaky fingers.

(You’re so easy to read)

Emma: …

When I gently rubbed where she wanted me to with my fingers, Emma’s brows furrowed in frustration.

She still wasn’t satisfied.

Alter!Keith: You were better at instructing than this. Be serious.

Emma: Then…I’ll tell you the most important thing.

Emma sighed wistfully and then grabbed my cheeks before kissing softly.

Emma: I…don’t like you playing a role. I like you as you are.

Alter!Keith: Meaning?

Emma: During times like this, just like you…I want to be loved with genuine feelings, not with acting.

(...I see.)

It was like there was a tight grip on my heart as she looked at me pleadingly.

(Definitely “serious”)

Alter!Keith: Isn’t it also because you’re too embarrassed to say more?

Emma: …There’s that too.

Alter!Keith: It’s good to be honest.

(I’ll stop being mean)

Emma: Huh…Ah…Nnn

I captured a nipple in my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue like she wanted me to.

At the same time, a hand traveled up her leg to her wet core.

Emma: So…sudden—

Alter!Keith: You told me to do what I wanted. No taking it back now.

Her hips jerked as I rubbed along her slit.

My fingers grew wetter with her slick and as Emma fell into pleasure, she seemed to forget I was avoiding something.

Emma: Aaahhh…

While I slowly fingered her, I thought back to the book the performance was based on.

When we got the second offer, both the other guy and I realized that it was based on a book Emma loved.

(The original work was Emma’s favorite, and she’d often recommend the other guy as the cool lead)

(If it became a play…)

(You might’ve called whoever played the lead “cool”)

(Would you have?)

I pulled my fingers out, released her nipple, and pressed down against her.

(You can only call us “cool”)

I thrusted into her and when I brushed her hair away from her face, regardless if she’s on stage or on this sofa, love was written all over her face.

*Here, Emma used the wrong personal pronoun for her line. She said ‘watashi wa’ (her pronoun) and then Alter!Keith reminds her that it’s ‘boku wa’ (character’s pronoun).

#ikepri #ikemen prince #ikepri jp #ikepri translations #keith howell #ikepri keith

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loser4loserswhok1ll · 6 months ago

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The way you hold your neck.

joe goldberg x reader

mini fic, 3 paragraphs

warnings: dark, stalking, slight nsfw, joe wants you BAD, random non canon stuff as my writing usually has

there will be typos and hardly any capitalization idc

its the way you hold your neck, rubbing the nape with your thumbs, exhausted and tired from work. surely, being a fast food employee isnt that hard, or maybe it is, and Joe just forgot how much it sucked. he wasnt there for long, only 3 months, but he hated it. He's sure you hate it to. the way you sit down onto your sofa, turning on the tv and finding a movie to watch. he needs to find a way to move closer, see what youre watching, its just another way to know you. he moves from his spot across the street and makes his way down, turning onto the street your apartment is on and walking up, spying at what youre watching. its a horror, hes trying hard to spot what type. a few moments pass, and he recognizes the scene. youre watching Halloween. of course, a classic, and youre a classic horror fan. your house is dimly lit almost all the time and you check over your shoulders like youre being hunted. maybe you are. do you know youre in somewhat of a horror yourself? if you consider this kind of thing as scary. its gotta be, joes staring through your window at nearly 10 pm, staring at you at nearly 10 pm. you would be in real danger if this were anyone but joe, you know that, right? he wouldnt hurt you, but other filthy, animalistic, sex addicted men would. youre safe with joe. maybe this isnt a horror, but a romance. shakespearean, you just dont know it yet.

shot out of his thoughts, joe notices you shift, turning to the window, and he ducks. god, you better not have seen him. this can't end so soon. you still have so much to show him, he still has so much to learn. in an awkward duck position, joe walks down the street until hes cleared of your sight. he moves back to the opposite street, nearly in the bushes of the parallel apartment. youre back to watching your movie, hes back to watching you. the way you tuck yourself under that throw blanket, it looks soft and cozy. it'd be cozier if joe were also under it with you. you wouldnt need the blanket if he were in there, he'd warm you up. you start to slump down, further into those plush cushions of your futon. he wonders what they feel like, are they even comfy? he'd make them comfy if you asked him to sit.

this continued for what felt like hours, but the movie wasnt even done. you were asleep, and joe was tired. it was nearly midnight now, but he couldnt leave. theres so much to look at. your position, the way you sleep, if you'll wake up and turn the tv off. youre his favorite channel, playing through your apartment window screen. he was like a toddler sitting right in front, burning his eyes from the screens staticy graphics. those red green dots you only see when youre super close. he was locked in on you. maybe tomorrow he could start planning your meeting, imagining it, dreaming it. it would lead to imagining so much more, and hed be wide awake taking care of himself. you do things to him. he cant think about that now. because right now, hes still just staring at your sleeping form through your windows. and he needs to sleep too. tomorrow night, he hopes youll do the same. its like a routine, like you already live together, like you already know youre his.

#joe goldberg #slasher x you #loser4loserswhok1ll #fanfic #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #joe goldberg x reader #you netflix #you series #mini fic

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perfectlyoongi · 4 months ago

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ROOMMATE!JIMIN who every night, after dinner, watched an episode of a turkish soap opera with you. even when Jimin was busy, he always made sure to spend an hour with you after dinner. sometimes even without dinner, Jimin would sit with you on your sofa and attentively watch this turkish soap opera that you found by mere chance. it was a small tradition of yours that gave rise to several conversations of conspiracies and hunches that could last endless nights. for an hour every night, Jimin was by your side. even when the episode got repetitive or your internet didn’t allow for a trouble-free night, Jimin didn’t care — in a way, it was that time every night that really made Jimin grateful for being born in a time where you were with him. . “i managed to get home in time for the soap opera. what? did you think i wouldn’t come today? you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

ROOMMATE!JIMIN who makes housework a competition. taking care of the house was always a task that brought a lot of trouble; so, in an attempt to ward off laziness, Jimin suggested making this obligation something fun. each task had its points and, at the end of the week, the points were all added up to determine a winner — whoever lost always had to take care of doing the laundry. as silly as this idea was, the truth is that it worked. every week, you and Jimin would dive into some domestic chore, adding points to your score and always teasing the other when one of you had the advantage. it was something childish, you knew, but it was something fun and something that made you grateful to have someone as creative, as fun, as hardworking as Jimin as your roommate. “today i made dinner. that’s more.....five points. i’m already at fifteen. if you don’t hurry you’ll have to wash my smelly socks. work with that in mind.”

ROOMMATE!JIMIN who always eats what you cooked, even if it turned out badly. as a friendship began to grow between the two of you, you and Jimin agreed that you would take turns cooking. whether you were a good cook or were still learning the ropes of cooking, Jimin was always ready to try your food. sometimes a little burnt, often salty and sometimes a little bland, your food was eaten by Jimin without any complaints. always praising your hands that created that food, always looking for something positive to point out when the food was less good, Jimin was always the first to eat and the last to leave the table. he wanted to make sure you knew that this effort of yours was appreciated — whether it was good or bad. “it smells good in here. are you making soup? oh, a new recipe? i can’t wait to taste some of your creation.”

ROOMMATE!JIMIN who always tried to find board games for two people. although each of you lived in your respective room, the truth was that there were always shared moments in the living room or kitchen, moments that were filled with laughter and joy. and, in an attempt to extend that good mood, Jimin always stopped at the game store, looking among so much variety for a board game that could make your nights even more fun. puzzles, quiz games or something more classic like jenga, the truth is that there were several days when Jimin came home with a new game wanting to be played by you. “i went to the store and saw this game on sale. it’s an escape room but a board game version. what do you say? are you ready to realize how stupid we truly are?”

ROOMMATE!JIMIN who always asks your opinion about his outfit before leaving the house. whether it was to work, go out or just buy bread, Jimin couldn’t leave the house without having his outfit approved by you. always invading your room without deigning to knock, Jimin would always stay at the foot of your bed, turning around once or twice to show you all his clothes and then he would remain static, staring at you. with his thumbs raised on both hands and his eyes shining with anticipation, Jimin said nothing, just stood there, looking at you, waiting for a reaction and response from you. and it was with a smile on your lips and a fake irritated tone that you always gave your honest opinion. “you see, i have an important meeting today. what do you say? too formal? needs more color? you want to pick out other pants? come to my room and try to find some more decent socks. come.”

ROOMMATE!JIMIN who always asks you if you want to go with him whenever he leaves the house. Jimin enjoyed your company. inside the house, you were like a best friend to Jimin and all the good cheer you brought with you was intoxicating, always making Jimin want more from you. as such, when he left the house to buy a quick dinner or hang out with his friends, Jimin would always ask if you wanted to go with him, only stopping being annoying when you accepted his invitation. for Jimin, a day was only good in your company, whether it was five minutes to the store, or endless hours in bars and friends’ houses. with you there, Jimin was fine. with you there, Jimin was happy. “i’m going to the grocery store to buy more lettuce. do you want to come with me? it’s cooler outside than in here, come on. you need to get some fresh air. get out of your phone and come with me, come on.”

ROOMMATE!JIMIN who said he liked you when you were writing to the moon. it was common for the two of you to do various activities together — it was how you passed the time without getting sick of each other’s company. so, that night, when you and Jimin were writing on a plate everything you wanted to leave behind, Jimin decided to speak. he blamed the moon for his outburst, but the truth is that those words Jimin said to you had been eating him up inside for a long time. before you went to the park and broke the dishes in a symbolic act, Jimin held the sleeve of your coat when you were going to get the keys and just declared himself. “i think venting to the moon has made me more sentimental, but the truth is i have something to tell you. something i should have told you a long time ago. it’s… you know, i like you in a way that’s more intense than just a simple friendship from home. i don’t know if you understand me, but that’s it. the moon asked me to talk to you today and i couldn’t say no.”

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sil-writes-fiction-too · 4 months ago

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Lucifer Drabble

Lucifer x GN!Reader

Genre: fluff, suggestive

CW: slight suggestive themes at the end if you squint-

A/N: helloooo I am not dead, surprise! After June of Doom I wanted to take a little break, enjoy the Summer holidays and focus a little more on my studies... then I ended up in the ER and my focus kinda went out the window! :D Now, my exams aren't over, and as a matter of fact I have one next Monday, but!! I kinda still wanted to keep the writing part of my brain noodle exercised, and if I don't distract myself from all the shit I just went through I will go crazy, so here I come with a very short, very self-indulgent drabble! Eeeenjoy!

“Come to my room right now. Don't make me wait.”

That's all he wrote to you, and you didn't really question it. You just got up and walked down the hallway to his room. You know Lucifer, and you know what he wants. Right from the get-go this morning you knew it was going to be a long and stressful day for him. It is not unlikely for Lucifer to request your company at the end of days such as this and honestly? You welcome it.

You were unable to spend any time with him lately, and it was really starting to get to you, so going to see him sounds like a great idea right now.

You knock at his door with no hesitation, and, like other times before, it opens on its own, letting classical music pour out of the room. Lucifer is sitting on the sofa with a tea tray on the coffee table, his coat abandoned on a chair and his shirt slightly unbuttoned. Ah, so it is the kind of day that requires the full treatment, huh?

You walk over to him and plop down in the spot next to him, even though you know that that's not nearly close enough for him and that soon you'll probably find yourself in his lap.

“Long day?” You offer with a smile, and Lucifer wraps his arm around you and, of course, pulls you closer with a tired sigh

“You have no idea.”

You settle into his side with a sympathetic smile and place your head against his shoulder.

“Anything I can do?”

He squeezes you a little closer still, as if he was trying to merge your souls together. “Let's just stay like this for a while.” You nod and say nothing else, nuzzling your cheek against him as you slowly relax.

You stay like that,basking in each other's presence for a little, but after a while you decide to start talking to tell him about you week, careful not to drown out the sound of the music coming from his record player. He doesn't say much, merely humming here and there while he runs his gloved fingers through your hair.

You don't know when, but at some point you switch positions, and find Lucifer's head in your lap as you run your fingers through his hair. Despite his silence, you know he appreciates the tender gesture. At some point, though, you realize that the music has stopped, and you throw a glance towards the record player. It is completely turned off, so you come to the conclusion that Lucifer must've stopped it with magic.

“Ah, I'm sorry. I've been prattling on for too long, haven't I? You wanted to enjoy your music in peace.” You say apologetically, smiling down at him.

“Don't be ridiculous.” He grabs your wrist and gently brings your hand to his lips. “I merely decided to turn off the record player so that I could listen to you better. Your voice is my favorite sound, I thought you would know that by now.” He gives you a self-satisfied smirk when he sees your cheeks turn red at his simple words. You are just so adorable sometimes. What is he supposed to do with you?

“As a matter of fact-” he sits up and leans over you, caging you against the sofa with his arms “-I think I want to hear more from you...” He drawls in a low purr before leaning down to lavish your neck with kisses and little bites.

#my writing #obey me lucifer x reader #lucifer obey me #obey me lucifer #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #om! lucifer #om! fluff #Lucifer fluff #cw: suggestive #om! fanfiction #obey me fanfic

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pomplalamoose · 1 year ago

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DILF Luke headcanons / story draft pt. 3

🍂modern day AU🍂

A/N: we've made it to part 3, people!!! As always thank you so much for reading, I hope you'll like it🩵🩵

part 1, part 2, part 4, part 5

• he doesn't change out of his work clothes

• and as tired as you are, it makes your heart beat faster when he nevertheless starts to get more comfortable

• he removes his tie and loosens the collar of his elegant button down shirt by opening it at the top

• you can't stop staring at his strong neck, at the spot where his collar bones meet, wondering if he'd like to be kissed there

• if he'd let you

• he settles down rather closely on the sofa next to you, spreading his long legs wide

• his thigh is nearly touching yours and you can feel its warmth even through the blanket you're wrapped in

• seriously fighting the instinct to snuggle into his chest, your thoughts are luckily interrupted when he asks what you would like to watch

• even though you were the one to ask to turn on the TV, you have no idea

• it doesn't help that he's now leaning back and drapes his arm over the sofa's head rest immediately behind you

• if you were to sink back just slightly it'd look like he were holding you close

• is he doing this on purpose?

• you feel your face heating up

• to distract yourself, and maybe him as well, you return the question

• what would he like to watch?

• I think he'd be the type to be genuinely interested in documentaries about wild life, natural phenomena and countries far away

• he also enjoys to watch the news and, when he feels like having a relaxed evening, maybe something like old classics in black and white

• though you eventually agree upon randomly switching through TV channels; maybe you'll find something both of you like

• despite not really being into what the every day TV program has to offer, he warms up to whatever is on when he sees you're having a good time with it

• maybe you are embarrassed to make him stop on something you think looks fun

• he wouldn't say anything of course, but you can tell from his raised eyebrow that he's questioning your tastes

• naturally you have the urge to defend yourself and he softens a lot as soon as you start talking in a more animated way

• this way you most likely end up watching a really stupid reality or game show

• if he's being honest with himself he isn't watching TV anyways, his sole focus being on you and you alone

• really, he'd let anything play if it meant seeing you smile but would never admit to it out loud

• at the same time he's very relieved to see you growing more relaxed around him again

• he noticed how startled you were by his behavior earlier that evening

• he feels bad for loosing his nerves and, above all, that you had to be the one at the recieving end of his raised voice

• it made you cry and he can't stop beating himself up about it

• luckily you seem distracted enough to not dwell on it

• hopefully you'll forgive him

• he can't help the sarcastic comment at the expense of the people on TV

• it wasn't supposed to slip out!

• for god's sake, you're not supposed to think he's mean, that's not the impression he wants you to leave with

• so imagine his surprise and joy when you softly giggle in response

• he's smitten

• what a lovely sound

• he wishes to hear it as much as he can and imagines placing his lips on yours to taste your smile

• instead he asks if you're warm enough

• possibly he uses it as an excuse to rub your arm

• you are, in fact, very warm but maybe he'll pull you closer if you pretend not to be?

• the thought alone makes you flush and faster than you can think about the consequences you speak

• "maybe? I think I'm a bit chilly still"

• he's immediately alarmed

• "you are not catching a cold, are you?"

• quickly sitting up he reaches out to touch your forehead and then your cheeks with the back of a hand

• when he decides your temperature is normal enough, he leaves to make you another tea before you can say anything to stop him

• you are a little disappointed but use the time he's gone to text your friend

• it feels strange, wrong even, to not let them know that you're spending an evening, and apparently the night as well, at their house

• they respond immediately

• just like their dad they're SO worried and for a moment their resemblance makes you smile

• they're not even questioning why you're there, just wanting to make sure that you are okay

• you feel loved

• promising that you are, you ask when they'll be back

• there's something you want to talk to them about in person

• when Luke returns it's quiet for a while

• he's watching you closely as you obediently sip your tea, trying to suppress how nervous this makes you

• hopefully he doesn't notice your trembling hands

• "Your hands are shaking, are you sure that everything is okay? Is there something you need?"

• ah damn

• sighing softly you finally gather up all your courage and ask whether he'd mind if you were to scoot just a little bit closer

• he's response doesn't come as fast as you had hoped

• as his silence stretches on you become scared you went too far

• you press your eyes shut, ready to blurt out an apology when he calmly reaches out to put aside your cup, then beckons you closer until you are comfortably tugged into his side

• immediately you realize how wonderfully warm he is and how very nice he smells

• clean and faintly like the herbs in your tea

• in surprise you blink up at him but his face betrays not a single thought

• meeting your gaze he asks if you're comfortable

• you nod and thank him shyly, trying to stay as still as possible; he mustn't know how your heart is nearly beating out of your chest

• you stay like this for a long time

• minutes pass by unnoticed by you, as the only thing you are able to focus on are his deep breaths and his arm around your smaller form

• and yet, lulled in by the TV's soft voices and Luke's calming presence, you slowly drift off, your head sinking to the side until it hits his chest

• you are fast asleep by the time he starts absentmindedly stroking your hair

• you don't tell your friend about what happened that night until you see them again

• and when you finally do, you tell them everything

• about how you felt when you saw their father for the first time

• about how suddenly your heart beat like crazy when he so much as smiled at you

• about how you not only looked forward to seeing them but their dad as well and how he soon occupied every single one of your thoughts

• you tell them about how he somehow frightens you and draws you in at the same time

• that you can't figure him out, despite how fascinating you think he is

• you talk about your car rides home, about how he held your leg tight from the very beginning

• and how horribly afraid you were, when he estranged himself after slightly opening up, that he'd never look at you again

• how afraid you still are

• finally you dare to admit your undeniable attraction to him

• you apologize for what feels like a hundred times

• you should have told them way earlier

• they deserved to know

• your friend obviously needs a while to digest what they just heard and, to your dismay, you can't tell how they feel about all of this

• they admit they don't know themselves but eventually have lots of questions

• the first thing they ask is whether something happened between you and their father

• did you tell him how you feel?

• did he say anything himself?

• did you kiss?

• or... more?

• they seem relieved when you always answer in the negative

• it's nothing personal, they assure you when they ask you to leave, but this is a mess and they need time

• meanwhile Luke acts as if nothing happened, which hurts your feelings considerably more

• your friend doesn't leave you hanging though and soon invites you out for a coffee

• it's been a long while since you met somewhere that wasn't their house

• it saddens you but you understand

• as it turns out you are about to get lots of information your friend doesn't want to give with their father lurking around

• while they still don't know how to feel about the development of your feelings, you aren't the first to fall for him

• far from it; they way it sounds it seems to be a rather common occurrence

• many came before you, some of them even brave enough to confess their feelings

• Luke turned down all of them

• and not only his child's friends but his own acquaintances as well

• he does not want anyone coming close after what happened to his wife, your friend's mother

• and while this is something you had feared and suspected yourself, it hurts to have it affirmed

• your friend's parents fought a lot

• their marriage wasn't a happy one

• but despite how much they pushed back and forth, despite everything, they loved each other

• Luke loved his wife so much

• he never was the same again after she left, guilt and grieve weighing him down

• one evening the couple got into an especially bad fight, worse than the ones they ever had before

• your friend doesn't know what it was about, their father never told them

• nevertheless they didn't consider stopping on their way home to talk it out, instead continuing through the night

• the weather was awful, your friend remembers, cold and wet, with the streets slowly turning to ice

• their parents dispute slowly but surely spiralled out of control

• she demanden he stop the car to let her out immediately

• not one minute longer did she want to stay in his vicinity

• and as angry as their father was, he still respected her wishes; who was he to deny her?

• so he let her go, and still they were raging on and neither of them looked out

• and the streets, empty a second ago, suddenly weren't anymore

• a truck appeared so fast that even if they hadn't been screaming at each other, they wouldn't have seen it coming

• your friend's mother was dead before she hit the pavement

• the responsible driver vanished into the night as fast as he materialized and could never be identified

• Luke blames himself for her death

• of course he does

• it's his fault his child lost a beloved person

• he doesn't listen when others tell him he's young enough to re marry, to love again

• he doesn't allow himself to let it go

• and suddenly everything makes sense to you

• his cold and dismissive behavior

• the calculated small talk and the immediate retreat after

• his refusals to let you leave the house alone as soon as it gets dark outside

• his insistence for you to sit next to him in the front of the car

• his hand on your thigh and the way his grip turnes to stone when you try to iniate conversation

• his reaction when he found you that night not long ago, freezing and frightened on his front steps

• neither of you know what to say after your friend is done telling their story

• eventually they try to explain that they'd be more than happy to see their father in a relationship again

• it's just...whenever someone even so much as tried to show interest he shut it down immediately

• and every time they lost someone in the process

• they don't want to loose you too

• "You're my best friend, please don't tell him about your feelings. I'm afraid I'll never see you again if he breaks your heart."

• they are not angry at you, just afraid

• and they know so is their father

• "He knows he's the reason for my friends leaving, that's another reason for his odd behaviour. He doesn't want to catch their interest."

• your head hurts but you feel lighter now, knowing that your friend is still your friend

• but...don't they think Luke likes you just a bit?

• only a little bit?

• you mean, did he drive their other friends home?

• did he give them his phone number too?

• what about all the presents he got for you?

• did he turn controlling when worried for the others as well?

• did he even worry in the first place?

• oh also: you didn't imagine how he sometimes finds reasons to stay around for longer instead of withdrawing like he used to, right?

• right????

• he called you sweetheart once, that HAS to count for something

• your friend has grown thoughtful

• "maybe you DO have a point, you know"

• they promise to do some investigation and you agree to meet again soon

#luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #luke star wars #dilf luke #dilf luke skywalker #star wars fanfiction #star wars #luke skywalker fanfiction #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi #fanfic #star wars headcanons

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whumpshaped · 1 year ago

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Helle and beckett, but they are dancing (i know, crazy.)

anywho they're dancing and having some fun. genuine fun and afterwards helle feeds off beck but takes care to be gentle... Idk I thought maybe there shouldn't always be a bad time, maybe a less awful time at least

masterlist

tw vampire whumper, idle whump, intimate whumper, emotional whump, memory loss

"It is such a beautiful night tonight." Helle was jumping around on one of the classical music playlists, skipping forward, changing their mind, going back. Beck didn't know any of the pieces, but the vampire seemed very intentional. They were looking for something. "The kind that brings up memories."

"Of when you were still alive?"

They tilted their head just a little, lost in thought. They skipped another piece. "I think so. I wish I could say for sure."

Beck didn't really understand whenever they said something like this. More and more, he was beginning to think Helle barely remembered their life. And while he wasn't terribly sympathetic towards a demon like them, this thought always made him a little sad.

"What memories?" he asked gently.

"Maybe memory is the wrong word to use." They finally settled on a soft melody, one that reminded Beck of old movies and ballroom dances. "It is more of a... feeling." They turned around and extended a hand to him, paired with a smile that seemed quite genuine compared to the mocking or condescending ones he was usually given. "I can show you what I mean."

"Ah, uh..." He swallowed nervously, realising Helle was definitely asking for a dance. "I've never... um... I've never done, uh–"

They rolled their eyes, but without any real malice behind the gesture. "Yes, I figured. Lucky for you, I can lead wonderfully."

They pulled him up from the sofa despite his protests, guiding his left hand to their shoulder and taking the right one in their own. He flinched a little when they put a hand on his waist, and they murmured a soothing 'relax' in response.

"You do not have to worry about anything," they reassured him again, and really, Beck was trying not to; new situations simply weren't his strong suit.

But Helle wasn't lying when they said they could lead. It was... strange, to trust them so unconditionally. Maybe it was the fact that it was already late into the night and he was tired, but it barely took him a couple minutes to start believing that Helle wasn't about to use this opportunity to completely humiliate him in some way. It was so easy to to allow them full control over his movements.

"This is the memory," they whispered. "Dancing in the moonlight, carefree and... happy, I think. My body remembers the steps and how it felt to hold someone... But I cannot actually remember the night, nor the person I was holding."

Beck felt a pang of compassion, an emotion that always scared him when it came to Helle. He couldn't help it. The moment was so intimate, even between the two of them. He couldn't imagine what it would've been like to have shared it with someone he loved, then forget about it so completely.

"I'm sorry," he said without thinking, and it made Helle chuckle.

"For what? Whoever it was, they are most likely dead by now. It is better for me to forget."

As the piece was coming to its end, Helle stopped and changed their hold on his hand. He didn't say a thing when they slowly brought it to their lips, biting into the soft flesh on the inside of his wrist. It was almost gentle, the way they did it. Careful. As though they didn't want to break this spell of calm.

Beck was thankful that he could lean on them, and even more so for the hand still resting on his waist, steadying him. It was almost comforting. The playlist moved on as Helle fed, and the room was filled with another melancholic tune. He could've easily fallen asleep to it.

"You should get some rest," Helle said when they finished, and Beck could hardly believe his wishes were coming true. He didn't need to be told twice.

"Thank you," he said quietly before he turned to go back to his bedroom. "It was... a nice evening. And night."

"All I hear is that you want to slow dance with me every night from now on," they teased, and Beck huffed out a laugh. As if. "You are right, though," they went on, their voice taking on a more serious tone that made him stop and hear them out. "It was nice. Thank you for indulging me, dear."

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matsukaah · 11 months ago

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☆°•a.n - This fanfic was my first finished since 2018, so maybe it's not a big deal, but I'm proud of it and I hope you like it If there is any coherence error, it is due to English not being my native language (but it was reviewed by @icecreamonstrawberrypie 🩷 and I am very grateful!!)

☆°•warnings - 3.5k words, some swearing, just a relaxing experience

☆°•context - In this short story, you prepare to spend the next three days at your boyfriend's house. Gyutaro is a man who wants to give you the best days of your life, even if in a clumsy way, he wants to try the things he always wanted to do, Gyutaro wants to show that you are worth everything the world can offer

Gyutaro – Slumberparty

Today is very cold, but you can’t help but take quick steps, your luck is not to be far from the Shabana brothers’ residence, where you intend to spend the night. Your backpack is a “little” heavy, as you ended up filling it with necessary and unnecessary things, just in case. Due to both of their busy schedules, it is difficult to have the opportunity to spend quality time with their boyfriend, but they planned these three days together meticulously.

You can’t imagine how nervous he is, Gyutaro wanted to make sure that his days with him were perfect down to the smallest detail, making a point of tidying up the house from start to finish, almost as if he had committed a crime in that apartment and had to be clean. We also talked to Ume, as she is used to having girls’ nights out with her friends, sometimes with you, so if there’s a master on the subject, it’s her, getting lots of tips on games, games, movies that should be watched and foods that should be purchased. Like a butler he bought everything he thought he might like, even scented lemon-scented candles, but he wasn’t nervous, it was just a precaution (he was).

Hearing the knock on the door caused adrenaline to circulate throughout his entire body, almost crashing his brain, running desperately to the door, like a dog anxiously waiting for its owner. Seeing your face after so long alone made me sure I was about to die if I didn’t see you again, hugging your body with affection, burying my nose in your hair, smelling the fragrance of your shampoo, rolling my eyes in pleasure He pressed a little more, until he heard you complain, you know? Of not being able to breathe.

“I missed you too, sweetie, but shall we go inside? The backpack is heavy” you said modestly, since it was really fat.

“S-Sorry darling, let’s go in..” Gyutaro mentally cursed himself for not having noticed this before, taking your backpack in a gentlemanly manner, guiding you into the apartment.

The atmosphere was pleasant with the light acidic and bittersweet smell of lemon, you knew that Gyutaro had turned this house inside out for your arrival, it makes your cheeks heat up as you can’t help but smile. The sofa had been rearranged to be in front of the television, with some games purchased from the online store open on the screen, and even some DVDs of old games that Gyutaro had a certain passion for, and that he loved to share with you, from classics like castlevania, horror like Resident Evil is his passion, but he really loves games with nice graphics, especially if they are co-op, so he can share them with you. Gyutaro may have spent a lot of money on several consoles, even though he doesn’t use them all, he likes having them, and as they are the small luxuries he allows himself to have, he doesn’t mind spending so much. He recently bought Overcoocked2 for the two of you, he thinks it would be romantic to play a game like that with you, besides, he has seen several reports of people close to him who play together, some funny videos of people freaking out over the game itself, but it can’t be that bad, can it?

On the small table in front of the sofa there were several snacks, sweets and snacks that looked juicy, several sheets, pillows and stuffed animals that you shared as if they were your children. He will never admit it, but he hugs them while sleeping alone, as some of them are permeated with his scent, making him comfortable. But you know the truth, you’ve already come to see him as a surprise seeing him cling to the stuffed animals, it’s a rare and lovely sight.

On the floor you can also see some board games, and even a twister, you feel loved, for all the effort that Gyutaro showed in just a three-day date, it’s not easy to find a guy who is that passionate, or who has already If you’ve done half of what Gyutaro has already done for you, it would be foolish to let him slip through your fingers. He made sure to put your things near the couch, in case you needed to get something, and even though Gyutaro had rehearsed in his mind all kinds of things he wanted to do to you, now that you’re here he feels anxious, doing his thing. Breathing becomes deep and unregulated.

“Where.. I-I mean, do you want to do something darling?” The stumble in his words makes your face heat up, even though they’ve been dating for so long he still acts like a teenager in love.

“how about we play? You already got everything ready anyway, I’m sorry I didn’t arrive sooner, I would have helped you” her sweet words made Gyutaro feel proud, after all, his efforts had been recognized by the most incredible person in the world in his eyes.

“Ah yes.. I bought some new ones.. I also have a gift for you..” he guided you to sit on the couch next to him.

Looking forward to the surprise, his heart was beating fast, Gyutaro signaled with his hands, telling you to close your eyes, which he did without hesitation. He felt a light weight being placed on his thighs.

“you can open it...” he said nervously due to the tone of his voice.

Looking at it, it was a box, which glittered in dark purple wrapping paper, with some bows, undoing them with regret, since they were beautiful, he could appreciate the contents. With a plush pinkish interior, with a video game controller themed on the character Kuromi from Sanrio, with personalized buttons, all made to order and some by hand, you can see through small errors in the painting and deformities that only make it special, feeling a smile form, making your cheeks hurt. You looked at Gyutaro with eyes full of gratitude, until you looked at his hands, which had similar control to yours but the character Badtz-maru, you knew which character it was because it also belongs to Sanrio, but of course, also because it is the romantic couple and Kuromi. His control seemed to have been done more sloppily, making it obvious that his priority was to make his being more pleasant.

“If you don’t like it, I can do it again” he said nervously, even if he had tried hard, for you he would do it again until he died.

“Did I like it? I loved Gyu.. you the best I could ever dream of..” your sweet words made Gyutaro’s sleepless nights and a ton of tutorial videos worth it.

Seeing the crooked smile and red cheeks on his face made her heart beat faster, basically grabbing him at this opportunity, giving him little kisses on the cheeks, until she reached his mouth, where she stayed for a while. Gyutaro could spend all day glued to yours, honestly, but there’s still a lot to be done, he hugs your waist as he enjoys the moment. When they separate he can’t resist putting his face in your neck, his face is probably red, it would be shameful for you to look at him in that state, and you can’t hide it, his body is hot and sweaty, that always happens.

“We have to debut them, don’t we? I wanted to test a game that I bought, for both of us... I thought it would be cool, Overcoocked2, what do you think?” he said slyly, sincerely embarrassed, sinking deeper into your neck, squeezing your body in a sweet embrace.

“No matter what we do.. if we do it together I’ll like it” you said in a sweet voice, your smile was remarkable, as you stroked his hair.

—

“I’M GOING TO ASK YOU JUST ONCE, is the oven fucking your fucking brain?” Gyutaro spoke like a madman as thin veins protruded from his forehead, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I’m the one asking you, I say “cut the fucking tomato” and tell me you brainless person, what do you do besides throw them on the floor???” you said back in irritation, pointing at his face, it was the third time they had remade the same level involving pizza, always having different problems.

“HOW IT IS? DON’T COME WITH THIS! I’ve been cleaning up the shit you do since the beginning, and I’m the brainless one here?” he said, placing his finger on your forehead and pressing it.

“my sister has more cooking skills than you” he spat in your face in a rude tone, smiling cynically.

“you? I cleaned the plates, cut the cheese, put it in and took it out of the oven, because SOMEONE HERE doesn’t know how to cook without burning it, you knew you can’t sell charcoal, right? Or do I have to explain this to you too?”

The discussions to see who was to blame didn’t result in much, in the end they knew that both were to blame, especially since the game was in na already difficult phase. In the end, they were slightly sullen with each other, in a trivial way, moving on to another game that was less stressful, in Gyutaro’s words. “Love in dangerous spacetime” super cute and basically made to play with your partner, except that he didn’t notice that the game requires the couple to use their brains, something you two are not in a position to do, causing more fights between the two, seeing whoever was doing most of the work protecting your ship still managed to complete much of the game. Seeing you get easily irritated even over little things made Gyutaro laugh, after all you two were arguing over such a silly thing, to make things better he decided it was time to eat some of the snacks he had bought, inviting you to join in. He, of course, did not deny it.

Gyutaro wanted you to feel amazing, he thought of several romantic things to do together, even if he was embarrassed to say and do it. He really wanted to feed you in his mouth, like in the movies he’s seen, he started eating some of the spicy snacks he bought, they’re really tasty, despite being fiery and even sour, for him it just makes them tastier. He wanted to share the experience with the person in his life so he held one between his fingers shyly guiding it to her face. Initially she didn’t understand, but his shy face made her heart melt, even though she had never tried the snack, to know if it was to her taste, having this first experience with him seemed magical, eating from his hand, that if Gyutaro could, I would jump with happiness.

Of course, until you start coughing and watering from the burn and acidity, wrinkling your forehead, the salt in question was really crumbly, releasing several crumbs into your throat, making your cough worse. Gyutaro felt desperate, getting up quickly, stumbling over his steps to get water, quickly bringing it in a glass. As soon as you managed to take it, you took a deep breath, giving small coughs, your chest hurting a little.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have given that..” he lowered his face in shame, since he wanted to try that idea.

“no, no, my dear.. it was na accident, I liked it, only the crumbs went into my throat” she used her hand to signal him to return to her side.

Gyutaro bent down, approaching you shyly, feeling horrible for having caused this problem “try again darling.. but this time, use some sauce, it will ease it for me”

You didn’t understand why he wanted to practice this type of romantic interactions, since they weren’t that common for him, but if he wanted to do it, you were willing to do what was necessary to make it happen. And also because if you don’t support him now, he may not try new things with you again for fear of your negative reactions. He nervously held out another one, it wasn’t like him to upset you, so if you wanted to try again, he would. He used a light peach-colored sauce, bringing it to his lips and biting it slowly. Finally being able to enjoy the flavor, and it really is delicious, the burning isn’t bad, it’s even good once you get used to it. Gyutaro felt good, having managed, even though it wasn’t the first time, to see your eyes light up from the taste, and literally eating out of his hand is pleasurable. To reciprocate you did the same, you opened a package of snacks with a well-seasoned flavor, with a meat flavor, the smell was enchanting, having your hands approaching him made his face burn, he was almost in a state of hypnosis as he enjoyed you, as if you were a painting, he bit the snack from your hand, lightly biting the tips of your fingers.

Even though Gyutaro isn’t a big fan of sweet things in general, he loved exchanging treats with you, taking advantage of the size of the gummies to pass them between your lips, and feel how soft they were. When you did the same to him, Gyutaro felt like he could eat out of your hand like a pigeon for the rest of his life without getting tired, but of course, at some point you stopped eating to get some rest. He looked at the floor with the intention of continuing to entertain you, in no way did he want you to be bored, he chose a simple, “barrel pirate”, the tension of each of the small swords being implanted into the barrel, he was eager to see the little pirate jumping, seeing his nervous look, and light drops of sweat on his temple, so much so that he didn’t notice that as soon as he stabbed one of the small swords, the little pirate flew violently, scaring Gyutaro, giving na outrageous scream, as his mouth trembled in disbelief, and seeing you laugh at him made him feel embarrassed.

—

“if I feel that foot on my face, I swear I’ll bite” Gyutaro said distorting his body, now with both of them playing twister, he had inhuman flexibility, almost bending his entire body, he looked like a towel being squeezed.

“if you bite me, I’ll kick you, I’ll break what you call a face” you said nervously, moving your foot over a red circle, indicated by the word that comes with the game.

It was kind of difficult to know the position you were in, the two of you looked like two snakes stuck together, moving was challenge enough. Until Gyutaro tried to make a complicated movement, passing his arm directly over his body, he fell over his torso, causing his body to hit the ground violently.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH” you grabbed his stomach tightly, as if he had sunk, Gyutaro’s bones had beaten aggressively against his flesh, you mentally asked yourself, how someone as thin as Gyutaro could be so heavy.

“HONEY I’M SORRY” to say he was desperate was na understatement, heheld your body and placed you on the couch, looking for hot water to ease your pain.

He felt bad, but at the same time, he liked that you were so needy, after calming you down, Gyutaro did what he could to make your moment comfortable, even though he had his ups and downs, and lowest, he loved every second, and if he could he would live them again, but it’s already two in the morning, if they don’t rest they won’t be able to enjoy the next few days. He scratched his own neck, trying to remember something he felt he had forgotten. He gets up hurriedly, going to the bathroom without giving much explanation, leaving you watching television, which doesn’t have anything very interesting to watch, that is, a documentary about praying mantises, they are graceful and with their unique way of living, strangely reminiscent Gyutaro.

Gyutaro returned to the room, his body surrounded by a towel, but still dry, he signaled for you to follow him, you in turn opened your backpack, taking yours and following him, as soon as you entered the bathroom you saw the bathtub full, with lots of water. Foam, and some rubber things, and candles. Your boyfriend looked at your face looking for your approval, even though he told himself that you would like it, he needs you to confirm it, his eyes sparkled with appreciation.

“When did you have time to do this? You’re amazing Gyu..” you couldn’t stop smiling, you could almost feel your eyelashes getting wet.

“so... I had left the bathtub filling before you arrived... I wanted it to be perfect so, I came to finish arranging things here..” he was really looking forward to that day, Gyutaro just won’t admit that he had forgotten the tap running for too long, so the floor is wet.

“Don’t you get tired of being amazing? So strong, affectionate.. handsome..” it was really difficult to praise Gyutaro without him disdaining himself, or silently denying it. But you made a point of showing him that he deserved the praise, the good things he has are his own merit.

“don’t say that.. for you this is just the basics that I can offer..” he loved it when you said sweet things to him, it makes his heart beat like crazy.

“you’ve done much more than any man I’ve ever seen in my life... if you want to know what I think... you’re perfect” showing that he is everything to you is the least you can do.

To make sure Gyutaro wouldn’t start his anxious daydreams and intrusive thoughts, you corner him near the bathtub, signaling him to get in while you undress. Instantly he does so, and turns his face so that you feel more comfortable taking off your clothes, even though you’re going to take a shower anyway, he feels unworthy of looking at your body, just by wishing he imagines you I would feel sick.

He stares at his own reflection in the water between the bubbles, even with the banner with quality products, aromatic candles, he feels dirty, as if he were covered in dirt, and that his presence contaminates the water like a toxin. His heavy sighs make it clear to you the kind of things he already has in mind, knowing him well enough for that was difficult, since he closed himself off from the world.

Without warning him, you enter the water, approaching him immediately, placing yourself between his legs, allowing him the view of your face lying on his chest. The water feels so good surrounding your bodies, relaxing you both, you take the opportunity to show the love your boy deserves. Investing your lips against his collarbone and neck, his mouth, you love how his lips tremble when you get closer, you almost feel like you’re going to devour him, and if you could, you would, a smile forms on your face, the which makes Gyutaro feel nervous, in a good way.

“If we were praying mantises, would you let me eat your head?” You said mischievously.

“I would beg you so” he wasn’t lying.

—

To end your first night, the surprise was now on your part, you had some orders in your backpack, it was great that they arrived at the promised time. You showed Gyutaro two pajamas, a big one with a shark for him, and a seal one for you, you know very well that he is passionate about marine life, he especially loves sharks, especially when you compared him to one. To say he liked it is na understatement, he loved it, it almost flew into his hands when he had it, it’s soft inside, as if it were surrounded by a warm, fuzzy throw.

“What would a slumber party be without pajamas? I have one for Ume too, it’s also a shark, when we make the three of us she will have one too” Gyutaro felt warm inside, and it wasn’t just because of the clothes, you had thought about his sister too, that was more than enough. Enough to make sure he keeps you by his side.

“Thank you.. I know she will like it.. I love you” he said nervously, it was obvious that he loved you, but saying it was difficult, a sudden fear of being rejected stuck in his throat, but now it seemed ideal.

“I love you too... someone perfect like that deserves the whole world” decided to share the sofa to sleep together, you push him slightly so that you can lie down on top of him.

“I would give you the world” he whispers, feeling his eyes getting heavy with each blink, he doesn’t want to sleep, he still wants to have more fun.

“I know so... I will only accept this world if you are with me” your sweet words made him cling to your body, getting drunk on your scent, while caressing your back, watching your breathing gradually become quieter, as the few falling into their deep sleep.

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I Wanna Be yours – Arctic Monkeys

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours

“And that’s a wrap for Flowers and Crowns! Amazing job guys! I could not ask for a better crew!”

Just like everyone else, Lyanna clapped her hands, happy and a little sad as well to end the shooting. The movie ended its first life, now it was on its way to a new crew to make it perfect for the release in a few months. She hugged the director before heading to her trailer only to be stopped on her tracks by her least favorite castmate.

“David. What do you want?”

“To say congratulations. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Do you want the truth or a lie?”

He arched an eyebrow and she sighed.

“Seriously? You’ve been horrible with me. And not only with me, but you also made the atmosphere absolutely uncomfortable for everyone on set. I’m sad to not come to work anymore because I truly loved the story and its message, but I’m not sad to leave you.”

“Oh come on Lyanna, if you can’t take the joke…” he tried to defend himself.

“A joke? A fucking joke? You know what a joke is David? It’s messing with your partner stuff, replacing the sugar in her favorite tea in the morning with salt, but it’s certainly not bullying. You threatened me, you grabbed me when I’ve never given you the permission to do so. I haven’t reported you yet because I’m hopeful and maybe a little naïve that you can grow the fuck up, but I won’t hesitate to do so if when we see each other again, you try something. Did I make myself clear?”

“If you threaten me Lyanna, I will not hesitate to send your little porn video to your precious little Charles.”

“Go ahead. He knows about it and guess what, he doesn’t care. This video made me miserable once, but it’s over. I won’t let it ruin me anymore. So do wat you want with it. The most important people in my life are already by my side and in my corner. They don’t define me by this stupid video. As they should. But if you want real threats David, knows that I have contacts in this industry. More than you. Just one phone call from my end and you will be jobless really quickly. It stands for me but also for everyone that will work with you in the future. If I hear about how badly you treat people in the workplace, and believe me I will know, I won’t hesitate to call a few people. Did I make myself clear?”

At Lyanna's dark look, David couldn't help but gulp. She could be scary when she wanted to be.

“Very.”

“Perfect. See you for promo then.”

And just like that, she left as quicky as she came. She could not wait to leave the studio and go to Charles’ apartment. He did not tell her wat he planned but she knew it would be simple and intimate. She got rid of her clothes, showered as fast as possible and dressed with spare ones she brought one her way to work this morning. Finally, she was out and made her way back to the residence.

On the other side of Monaco, Charles was busy tying up loose ends for the evening. The meal was quietly cooking in the oven, the table was laid, the hoover was done, and the smell of the flat was fresh. Classical music was playing softly in the background. As for him, he was dressed in his whitest shirt and the only one that had been ironed. All he was waiting for was Lyanna.

Fortunately for him, he didn't have to wait long. The young actress rang his doorbell at 7pm sharp, a bottle of red wine in her hand and a dazzling smile on her face. She kissed Charles on both cheeks before entering the flat and making herself comfortable on the sofa.

“You seem in a good mood.” Charles greeted her before joining her on the sofa.

“I am. I said what I needed to say to David. I put my big girl pants on. I’m proud of myself.” She confessed.

“Congrats! If you are proud of you, then I am as well.”

“Thanks Charles. Not just for that but for everything. I think you don’t know how much you helped me.”

“I did not do anything.”

“Yes. Yes, you did. I don’t think you totally grasp how I was when I first arrived in Monaco. I was lost, did not have much confidence in me, not that I’m very confident now but I’m starting to. I was scared of what people might think of me and I was constantly fearing to be judged because of a stupid video that I’m not responsible for. And then I met you. You changed me, Charles. Well not really changed, but let’s say that because of you I’m a better version of myself. And for that I’ll be forever grateful for you and your support.”

“Wow… Lyanna I… I don’t know what to say. You’re welcome?”

“You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to know all of that.”

Charles was stuttering and to avoid feeling any more comfortable decided to open the bottle of red wine. The evening was spent in a light-hearted atmosphere. Lyanna asked Charles what he expected from the final part of the season, to which he replied that he didn't expect much, apart from not going completely insane, and that his sights were now set on 2024 as he had nothing good to rescue from 2023.

As for Lyanna, when he asked her what she was going to do now that filming was over, she replied that she was planning to spend some time with her family before returning to London and its gloom. And then she'd take it from there. That was the beauty and, at the same time, the anguish of her job: not knowing what tomorrow would bring. She had some commitments to honour, some brands to meet and perhaps some new contracts to sign. And then the usual, auditions to prepare, scripts to read and long days spent by her phone waiting for a call that might never come. Hearing her words, Charles couldn't help wondering why she insisted on returning to London when she could do all this so easily from a remote location.

“Because London is my home? I pay a rent Charles. And even if I don’t live there very much, I still love the place and all my things are there.”

“Yeah, I know but, technically you don’t need to be there. You can call your agent from anywhere in the world. Prepare auditions where you want. What I mean is, you don’t go to the office, you don’t have a job in a big corporation.”

“I still need a roof over my head.” She pointed out laughing.

“You have a roof. Here. Above my apartment.”

“Well, the lease is not at my name. And it has been rented for the duration of the shooting. So no, I don’t have a place to stay here.”

“I could let you stay at mine.”

She sighed. She felt as if she'd already had this conversation.

“Listen and listen carefully, Charles. Why would I stay in a city that is definitely not made for me. I’m not a fan of being here. If Monaco is bearable for me, it’s because you are here. If I stayed here, what would I do. I don’t know anyone. I don’t have my habits. And clearly, even if I’m an actress and I have the chance to do more than okay moneywise, I’m not rich enough to be able to rent in Monaco. The only thing I have here is you. And we both know that you are not here for long when you have the chance to be. So tell me, why would I stay?”

“Well for starter, you are wrong, you do know some people, you know my friends, Carla, you could meet my mom as well. For the rent, you don’t have to stay in Monaco. There are cities like Nice or along the French Riviera that are much more affordable. And you would be near your family, you would not need to take the plane to see them. Or they could come to see you more often. See, many reasons to stay around.”

She gently shook her head. She was touched that Charles was trying to hold her back, but her mind was made up and she wouldn't go back on it.

“You are stubborn Lyanna.”

“You are too, mister.”

There was a silence, during which Charles took the opportunity to clear the table and put the plates and cutlery in the dishwasher. When he returned, he was surprised to see Lyanna standing by the piano, absent-mindedly caressing the black and white keys. He watched her silently for a few moments and couldn't help thinking that there, by the window bathed in the light of the setting sun, he had never found her as beautiful and as at peace as at that moment.

“You play?” he asked her, breaking the magic of the instant.

“It has been a while. I was thinking that I’ve never really heard you play before.”

“Well, that should be rectified immediately.”

Charles sat down on the piano bench and rolled up his sleeves before letting his fingers dance across the keys, creating a soft, melancholy melody. Lyanna, leaning against the instrument, looked on in admiration. If she could stay like this forever, she would. She hadn't really told Charles the whole truth about why she was leaving. Of course, what she had told him earlier was true. But deep down, she could sense that her attachment to Charles was much deeper than she was trying to convince herself. It wasn't love, or so she thought. It had been so long for her that she no longer knew what it was if she ever did. All she knew was that Charles made her feel alive for the first time in a long time. And this addiction she was creating terrified her. This feeling of wanting to see him all the time, of being the first person she wanted to talk about her day, whether it was good or bad, this lack she felt when they hadn't spoken for more than 24 hours, she knew it wasn't healthy. Charles was like a drug and even if the withdrawal was going to be violent and difficult, it had to be done. But she would treasure these last moments for a long time to come.

The melody came to an end and Charles looked up at her, smiling. He shifted on the bench, inviting her to sit next to him, which she did.

“You said that it was a while since you played. What do you think of restarting now, with me. Together.”

Lyanna couldn't help but hear a second meaning in his words.

“I would love to.”

The two young adults awkwardly began to play together. The melody was far from perfect, it was off-key and more than once their fingers touched, both trying to reach the same note. But it was their own melody. Unique. They went on like this for a while, letting their minds, their doubts, their fears and all the unsaid things float away in the musical notes. They didn't know how long they'd been sitting there at the piano. But in this moment of complicity and complementarity, neither the actress nor the pilot wanted to interrupt the instant.

When they finally looked up, it was beginning to get dark. Not a word was spoken. There was no point, the music spoke for itself.

Charles took a deep breath. Something in the atmosphere had changed, he could feel it. He didn't know what exactly but it was as if a mechanism deep inside him had suddenly been activated. Like something was finally clicking into place. His eyes fell on Lyanna. His gaze caught hers. What if what had been missing from his life all this time had been there all along, but he'd been too blind to see it? Or not ready. Could it be that, as Pierre had told him on the phone earlier, while he was preparing dinner, he and Lyanna were already behaving like a couple, without actually being one? Was she his missing piece? A wave of regret swept over him. If that was the case, it was too late. He was leaving the next day, she soon after. Starting a relationship now, assuming she felt the same as he did, would be doomed to failure. If he had ever believed in long-distance relationships, he didn't now. And with her, he certainly didn't want distance. Charles laid his eyes on the young woman's lips. All he had to do was lean in and he'd have his answer. But was it worth breaking a friendship? Wasn't it just nostalgia for the moment that made him think like that?

Lyanna noticed the change in Charles' attitude and the look on her lips. She knew what was going to happen, she could feel it. It made her panic. A point of no return was about to be crossed and she didn't think she was ready for it. So it was she who broke the magic of the evening. She stood up hastily, urging Charles to do the same.

“Oh my god, it’s so late. I should go. You must wake up early tomorrow.”

She hurried towards the entrance, gathering her things before heading for the front door. She was about to step through when Charles grabbed her by the hand.

“Lyanna, wait. You can’t leave like that. Did I do something wrong?” Charles panicked.

“No, no absolutely not. You made everything right, Charles. That’s the problem somehow. If I don’t leave now, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to.” She confessed.

“Then don’t. You don’t have to. We don’t have to say goodbye. Please Lyanna, come with me.”

She wasn't sure whether he was talking about the flat or in general.

“I can’t Charles. You’ll be fine. With or without me. And we’ll text and call. I promise.”

“Come to Zandvoort. Please. I need you there, I’m not ready to let you go.”

Her eyes filled with tears. She had to leave the flat and she had to leave now. She brought her hand to her lips and placed it on Charles's chest, close to his heart.

“I’ll be there. Not physically, I can’t promise you that I will make it. But I’ll support you from afar. Take care Charles.”

And just like that she went away, leaving Charles with a feeling of emptiness.

Lyanna only took a few steps before bitterly regretting the way she had left. This behaviour was the Lyanna of a few weeks ago. But if she had learned anything, it was that she had to face her fears and reality rather than run away from it. Leaving like that, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

She took a deep breath and, before changing her mind, returned to Charles's door. She gave it a loud knock before seeing it open instantly. Charles was standing in front of her, looking defeated.

“Did you forget something?” he asked her.

“Yes, yes I did.”

And just like that, she got closer to him and placed her lips on his.

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angelwump · 26 days ago

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dilf Suguru x fem reader pt. 2 !

an: hii, tyy for the support it means a lot to me! I'm working on chapter 3 rn, but idk if I'll finish today! Im trying to post daily but I might go skating w/ my friend tomorrow so I'll see if I could maybe fit it in 🥲 I'll also try to get some smut incorporated in the story, perhaps next chapter!

Chapter 2

Answering the door was Geto’s wife, her dress a deep red and lacy, sticking out with confidence. Her classical updo bun made her face look absolutely beautiful but arrogant as she let you two in.

Walking in, you were hit with the scent of something woody and muscular, definitely Mr. Getos scent.

The house looked the same as any other house on the block from the outside, but inside was like a different world. Dark wood accents with cream colored walls, and thick carpet under your feet.

Nothing in here compared to your house, with its comfy and warm vibe makes you thick just how much money does this man have?

Most likely a lot of they can afford heavy house renovations and still afford all the luxury bags his wife brings him everyday.

Yeah, you've seen her every few hours of the day away from her home just to go shopping. It makes you wonder, what type of job does Mr. Geto have?

Taking off your shoes, you two were seated in the dining room left from the hall. You and your mother were seated on one side, with the two twin girls across from you.

And Mr. Geto and his wife were seated at the ends. With him right next to you.

The meal wasn't bad at all, it was so much better than the frozen meals that all tasted like mush you've been having for so long. And what's even better?

Mr. Geto cooked it all himself.

So he's caring, has a stable job, and a male wife?

Oh my god. This man has time for everything.Maybe it was just your imagination, but you couldn't count how many times he was looking at you, just like yesterday.

Caring smile, but his eyes told a different story as he was practically undressing you with his gaze.

It made you flustered, but also nervous. What was worse was, whenever he looked away, noticing you practically squirming in your seat, his wife would instantly notice, and instead of being civil about it or talk about it when you and your mom left, she would give you the haunting gaze.

It's not like you were forcing him to look at you, maybe it's just her. She looks like the type of person to ask girls what they were wearing when they said they get unwanted attention. What a bitch.

Mr. Geto later that night, hand in hand with his daughters went up the stairs to put them to sleep.

Around 9 pm-ish, everyone moved to the front room after dinner.

The dark red, plush sofa was a nice touch to the dark walls, the warm yellow light dimmed, creating an even peaceful scene. The fireplace was even nicer when it was absolutely freezing outside.

All of the adults were talking, but as you sinker into the soft cushions, all you could think about was the man.

Why, all the sudden, were you hot and bothered for him?

Excusing yourself, you walked outside to the front, leaving against the porch's frame. It was bitter cold, but it did nothing to help the warmth growing between your legs, the light pink flushed cheeks.

Suddenly, a hand on your shoulder spins you around, revealing the older man towering over you. Him leaning in, a soft smile on your lips almost made you moan.

Was he gonna kiss you? Or maybe even more, and fuck you here outside for everyone to watch?

Geez, your self control really vanished whenever he was around, huh?

But, he just slipped his fuzzy sweater over you, revealing his bare, muscular chest.

You didn't know what was worse, dying from the coldness or dying from how absolutely wet you became staring at his upper half.

Noticing your behavior, he let out a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest.

“Why are you always so nervous around me, hmm?” He lightly grazed your cheek, his smirk only growling larger.

“It's not like I bite, princess.”

All you could do was shrug, avoiding his gaze. You didn't dare speak, not trusting your voice knowing it would betray your thoughts if it opened up.

“Look, me and your mom have been talking, and she thinks that it would be good if you got a look in town tomorrow.”

Your head peaked up at him, clutching the sweater harder under your grasp.

“Uh.. like what, just walk around?” Your gaze on Mr. Geto only intensifies as he stares at you back.

“Yeah, or I've been thinking about taking you shopping. You start college soon, right? Might be nice to get new clothes, or whatever you want, my treat of course.”

The nonchalance in his voice only serves to sour your intimate thoughts on, hoping the dark night covered your blushing cheeks.

You nodded, feeling a bit overwhelmed at the thought of tomorrow spent with him.

After a moment of wishful thinking, your mother steps out with Geto’s wife with a smile on her face.

She thanks his wife and Mr. Geto for dinner and you do the same, only a bit more meekly than before.

As you walked away, you turned back at Mr. Geto, seeing how his wife's face contorted into a look of anger, and his face a knowing smirk back at you.

A look that says ‘ she's just jealous ‘ when she pulls him away from gazing at you.

Saying goodnight to your mom and slipping into your cozy bed, you couldn't sleep, knowing he was right next door.

The window above your head illuminated his bedroom. The soft yellow light was so antagonizing to take a peek behind the curtains, like a moth to a flame.

Sitting up on your knees in bed, you decided to pull back the curtain just a bit, revealing the bedroom, curtains open.

Okay, maybe it was kind of stalker vibes, but you couldn't look away when you saw his faint form in front of the window.

Maybe you should have listened to the tiny voice in the back of your head to look away before you saw him and his wife..undressing.

You didn't have to look anymore knowing that they were sleeping together.

Weird, why did your heart feel shattered, when it's literally his wife and they sleep together?

Slipping under the covers again, you couldn't help but feel stupid crushing on him so hard before, of course he wouldn't be with you.

He couldn't, he has a life already built, happily it seems too.

an: if ur new here, WE hate his wife jsyk 🤭

An2: I think u might have an idea where he's taking u 👿

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taetaespeaches · 2 years ago

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bts inspired by random 70s classic rock songs I like

bts x reader (ocs) genre: fluff; suggestive in jimin and jungkook’s word count: 4,858

a/n: Hi lovelies! I was listening to a few of my favorite 70s classic rock songs the other day and felt inspired to do some drabbles/blurbs based on them. So here we are! Something that no one asked for! Each one of these drabbles features or is inspired by a different 70s rock song. Some of them get a bit long bc I can’t shut up but anyways! I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :))

Also! Here’s a spotify playlist with the seven songs featured in these drabbles: where the melody’s fine

seokjin x reader (oc) song: I Want You To Want Me, Cheap Trick word count: 500+

I want you to want me I need you to need me I'd love you to love me I'd shine up the old brown shoes, I'd put on a brand-new shirt I'd get home early from work if you say that you love me

He’s so pretty as he rests his head against the couch’s headrest, his face tilted toward you as you burn through topics. It’s as though you both don’t want to stop hearing each other’s thoughts pour out into the cozy living room. Music hums from your phone that’s discarded on the coffee table, lost in the midst of the affection shared for one another.

You’re sitting on your knees which are directed toward him, one arm slung over the back of the sofa, the other in your lap as you admire the man’s features. “I didn’t know you were such a classic rock fan,” he announces suddenly, lifting his hand to tap the outside of your thigh as he brings attention to the phone. You hum in response, smiling softly.

“It’s because I’m so mysterious,” you tease, watching as Jin flashes you a lazy grin. He knows of the label so commonly thrusted onto you by people who simply didn’t understand you. Mysterious. It followed you for years, making you feel lonely when all you wanted was to be wanted, needed, loved.

Tsking at you, Jin shakes his head. “I don’t think you’re so mysterious,” he smirks.

“No?” You ask, eyes widened and full of fondness.

“I see you,” he tells you simply.

Tilting your head to rest it against your arm, you smile at him. The grin is full of appreciation and adoration, your heart brimming so full with both emotions that you can feel them flow into your tummy, your limbs, your fingertips aching to touch him.

The upbeat pop sound of I Want You To Want Me by Cheap Trick plays throughout the room as Jin’s bright eyes stare at you. Unable to resist, you reach out to toy with the ends of his soft strands.

“This song used to make me sad,” you share, Jin’s eyebrows raising in question. He’s anticipating your explanation while your digits delve into the smooth tendrils.

“Come on,” he encourages as you gently scratch your nails against his roots, Seokjin’s eyelids briefly fluttering shut at the sensation. “Tell me.”

“I don’t know, it sounds happy but,” you shrug. “It’s in how he sings ‘crying’,” you explain. “Didn’t I see you crying?” you repeat the lyrics. You watch as Seokjin’s eyebrows pull together just slightly in thought, his lips forming into a natural pout. “There’s a desperation.”

He gives a slow nod as a sincere emotional response etches its way into his features. You focus on the curve of Jin’s jaw below his ear as it clenches and relaxes throughout the song, your finger following the pulse and dragging down to his neck before traveling back and forth on his jaw. The touch is light but his throat bobs in response to it.

“I don’t want you to be lonely ever again,” he whispers, as you shift your hand to cradle the side of his face. Jin leans into the touch, placing his palm overtop yours to keep you there. Turning his head slightly, he kisses the inside of your wrist. “Ever,” he adds for good measure.

“I’m not anymore,” you tell him before crawling toward him to settle yourself against his body.

yoongi x reader (oc) song: The Man In Me, Bob Dylan word count: 700+

But, oh, what a wonderful feeling Just to know that you are near Sets my heart a-reeling From my toes up to my ears

Yoongi taps his pointer finger against the bottom of the steering wheel as a rough voice singing a melody of “la, la, la’s” plays through the car speakers. He leans forward to look up through the windshield at your apartment complex, wondering if you’re ever coming down.

It was very much like you to be running just a few minutes late, which you blame on your habit of confusing the time you need to be somewhere with the time you should leave the house. ‘You should set your clocks fifteen minutes ahead,’ Yoongi has suggested before, earning a ‘I’d just remind myself that they’re fifteen minutes ahead and then since I’m bad at math I would end up being extra late because I wouldn’t be able to figure out what time it really is,’ in return. Yoongi smiles to himself in the cab of his car, amused by the memory.

Just as he re-accepts his fate in which you’re late for the rest of your lives and settles back into his seat with a huff, he begins registering the lyrics that Bob Dylan croons out to him. ‘The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen, but that’s just because he doesn’t want to turn into some machine. Took a woman like you to get through to the man in me.’

He doesn’t realize it, but he’s smiling at the car’s touch screen as his mind sifts through thoughts of you like a film reel. In a montage, you’re screaming because of a spider, then you’re crying as you read a book, you’re initiating a pillow fight, you’re watering your dying irises with a pout and a hope that they’ll recover, you’re brushing your hands through his hair while he rests his head in your lap, and then you’re asleep on his studio couch, your face squished adorably against the cushions. It’s all so beautiful, he thinks.

He’s mentally thanking you for every memory, for being the person to get through to him, for getting under his skin and never letting up as he stares at the sepia album cover displayed on the dash screen. You pull his focus when he catches you walking through the doors of your apartment building, already waving at him as you wear a bright smile. Yoongi waves back, chuckling at how you begin skipping toward him.

Then you stop and spin a couple times, stretching your arms out at your sides and directing your face toward the moonlit sky. The light breeze picks up a strand of your hair, sending it across your cheeks, and Yoongi can’t help but notice how pretty you are when you reach for it and tuck it behind your ear. Your tote bag that rests over your forearm smacks against your thigh as you begin jogging toward the car, still beaming happily.

The door of Yoongi’s car is ungracefully torn open, your bag dropping to the floor. “It’s so nice out tonight,” you announce before stepping inside, appreciating the nighttime air. Yoongi watches as you do so, giving you your time to be you. “Sorry I’m late,” you then apologize as you plop into your seat, leaning over the console to kiss the man, not a second of time with each other wasted. Yoongi is slow to react but you wait for his lips to press into yours before you pull away and grab your seatbelt. He simply shakes his head as he stares at you for a moment, his expression dripping in that honey boy affection you love and love to tease him for. “What?” You ask as you find him frozen instead of pulling out onto the street. “Uh oh, you’re extra in love tonight.”

Shaking his head with a scoff, he slowly turns his focus toward driving to avoid meeting your eyes. Before pulling out onto the street, however, he quietly lifts his finger to the car’s touch screen and replays the song. “Ooh, Bob Dylan,” you notice his small action, calling attention to it.

“I’m gonna learn this song on the guitar,” he decides, glancing over at you as you study him. When your lips curve into a fond grin, he knows you know that the comment is a veiled dedication. He wants you to hear this song, to know it’s for you. You know him too well.

“I can’t wait to hear it,” you simply say as you reach your hand out to turn the song up. Instead of returning your hand to your lap, you extend it over the console to find his, Yoongi easily allowing you to intertwine your fingers with his own.

hoseok x reader (oc) song: Right Down The Line, Gerry Rafferty word count: 500+

I know how much I lean on you Only you can see The changes that I've been through Have left a mark on me You've been as constant as a Northern Star The brightest light that shines It's been you, woman Right down the line

Hoseok enters the art studio, his eyes easily landing on you from across the room as a smooth 70s classic rock song fills his ears. You’re oblivious to his presence and he takes the moment to watch you as you pull your hands up the bulbous form, lifting the clay between your fingers. The singer of the song sings about a woman being a constant in his life, ‘the brightest light that shines, it’s been you, woman, right down the line.’

The lyrics hit him in the chest, deepening the appreciation he already feels for you. You didn’t plan to see each other tonight but after his stressful day, he just wanted to hear your voice. You sensed the edge in his tone over the phone and asked him to come see you in the art studio under the veil of missing him, taking the guilt of crashing your plans off his shoulders before it could even settle.

As he watches you create, he wonders if you realize how much you mean to him. You’re so alluring, you always have been. He nearly laughs at how you’ve always been completely irresistible to him, the man making a fool of himself time and time again as he tried to earn a chance with you from the first night you met. But it’s more than that. You’ve acted as a pillar of support and devotion in his life and he’s unsure he’ll ever be able to show you just how much he appreciates you. Do you even know how much you do for him?

Like a gravitational pull, he can’t keep himself from stepping closer to you, allowing you to catch him in the corner of your eye. Looking over the freshly thrown pot, you greet him with a soft smile. “Hi, Sunshine,” your voice soothes out to him as you sit up straight in your seat.

You need to feel it, he decides. You need to feel how much he loves you, how desperately he wants you, how sincerely he appreciates you. Hoseok chooses not to respond with words, instead making his way across the room quickly and not stopping until he stands right beside you, getting as close to you as he can without stomping right over the wet clay.

You look up at him with wide eyes, surprise written in your expression as he grabs your face between his hands and bends to plant his lips to yours in a needy, sentimental kiss. He smiles at the whimper you let out, and then the giggle that tumbles from your mouth to his.

“Hoseok,” you whine into the meeting, holding your hands out to your sides to avoid getting clay on him. He pulls back just enough to look at your face.

“Hi,” he smiles, eliciting an eye roll from you.

“I’m defenseless,” you playfully complain, nodding to your clay-covered hands as he still cradles your face.

“I thought you missed me,” he retorts teasingly, flashing his stunning smile while the song still plays, the guitar soothing throughout the space.

Smirking at him, you wrap your messy hands over his bare wrists, the man smiling gleefully in amusement. “I did,” you whisper, leaning forward and kissing him again.

namjoon x reader (oc) song: (Love Me Like Music) I’ll Be Your Song, Heart word count: 600+

When you get free come on home to me I’m gonna lay it down

Ain't it good to know you've got a place to go Where the melody's fine Sometimes I'm not so strong And even now I could be wrong But if you love me like music I'll be your song

When Namjoon steps into the kitchen, you’re holding a bottle of whiskey in one hand and two glasses by the rims in the other. You flash him an apologetic frown and Namjoon lets out a single breathy chuckle. Lifting his arm, you see the bag of takeout he’s carrying, and you feel the tension in your muscles melt.

You were both angry when you left the apartment that morning, in the midst of a fight you didn’t have time to finish. Now, after the hellish day you had, the fight felt so silly and pointless. All day you thought of him, your place to go, your person to love. You could start the day anew in his arms, and that’s all you wanted to do now.

You crack a smile at his gesture of goodwill as you place the glasses onto the counter top. “Long day?” You ask, popping the lid off the bottle. Namjoon reciprocates your affection with a small upturn of his own lips.

Giving you a single nod, he steps toward you, placing the bag onto the island and staring at you intently. “You too?”

In lieu of answering, you allow your eyes to look up and down his frame as your shoulders slump in defeat. He’s so broad, so strong, so comforting as he stands in front of you. You inhale deeply and let it out in a disappointed huff, the man reading the action for exactly what it is: regret for the morning’s events, for the anger, the fight that no longer matters because he’s standing right there and you just want him.

Namjoon reaches for your hip, tugging you into him as he takes a step forward to meet you halfway. Your arms wrap around his waist in an instant as he envelops your shoulders with his muscular ones. “I’m sorry,” you whisper into his chest, Namjoon’s hands rubbing up and down the outsides of your arms.

“I know, I’m sorry too,” he tells you. “My day is already better now that I’m here.”

“Mine too,” you mumble into his chest, the scent of his cologne embracing you. The beat of his heart is lulling you into a relaxed state, a pretty melody just for you. There’s a special love that Namjoon dedicates to you, and it’s full of grace and forgiveness, understanding and interest. It’s similar to the loyalty and devotion he has for music. He treats you like music, something to take care of, figure out, love and understand. He’s never given up on you, always offering you a home to settle into. You aren’t sure he knows what a gift it is to receive his easy forgiveness, but you hope he does.

You feel content this close to him, and he knows it. He feels it in the way your body lightens in his arms. Namjoon chuckles into your hair, his hands gripping your biceps as he pulls away from you to shoot you a small dimpled grin.

“Don’t get sleepy on me, we have whiskey to drink,” he teases you as you squeeze the sides of his abdomen adoringly.

Letting out a quick exhale, you shake out the tiredness and flash a beam at him. “And takeout,” you nod to the bags of food. Turning to the counter, you grab the bottle to pour you and your lover a much needed drink.

Namjoon leaves an arm slung over your shoulders as he watches the alcohol fill the glasses. Pressing his lips to your temple, you find yourself leaning into the touch as he lingers for just a moment.

“I love you,” he whispers earnestly against your skin. “Through it all.”

jimin x reader (oc) song: Beast Of Burden, The Rolling Stones word count: 700+

I'll never be your beast of burden So let's go home and draw the curtains Music on the radio Come on, baby, make sweet love to me

You’ve been careful. But Jimin has been afraid. While you’ve been conscientious, allowing the pace of your reunion to follow Jimin’s lead, Jimin has been holding back. You’ve felt it in the way he hesitates before wrapping his arms around your frame. The way he stops himself from kissing you, unsure of whether it’s ok to do that now. After he hurt you. After he did you, himself, and your relationship wrong.

You feel it now in the kitchen, the same one you shared your first kiss in, as he stands beside you but a few feet out of reach. He’s propping himself up with his elbows against the island, and though his body is tilted toward you, he’s keeping himself closed off. He’s tentative to love you the way you know he wants to, and your waist is aching from the lack of his touch.

“We should go on a date tomorrow,” he tests, wading out into the waters, scared of how far he can step before it’s too far.

“That sounds great,” you nod, noting the relief that floods his features as he raises his eyebrows.

“Really?” The question, a plea for reassurance, catches you off guard. Of course you should go on a date, and you wonder how long your presence will act as a reminder to the mistake he made. The breakup was his doing, but you chose to forgive, to leave it in the past. You don’t want it following him around every time he looks at you. You refuse to be his beast of burden, reminding him of a single memory of regret when there were so many other memories of more importance, full of love and friendship and absolute devotion.

Jimin glances at your arms that are crossed over your ribcage and you realize he’s looking for an in but can’t find it, your demeanor pushing him away. He doesn’t know you’re waiting for him to lead the way. He can’t feel the heaviness in your heart that begs to be cradled by him in the way he used to: uninhibited with undying sincerity, every emotion bared on his shoulder for you to witness and hold.

“Jimin,” you sigh, lowering your arms to your sides, opening up, inviting him in. “Of course it sounds great.” You can read the eagerness in his face as you travel the few steps to him, crossing the divide until you close the space between you both. Jimin stands up straight, his hands hesitating to reach out to you, so you do it for him. “I miss you,” you tell him as you brush his cheek with your knuckles.

He exhales in response to your touch, his eyelids fluttering slightly. “I-I’m right here,” he replies quietly.

“Are you?”

Jimin’s eyes bounce around your features almost frantically, searching for an appropriate reply.

“Don’t you miss me?” You ask, lowering your voice suddenly to give it a sultry appearance. Lifting your hand, you push his feathery fringe off his forehead, only for it to fall back in place when you remove your hand to settle it on his chest.

“Yes,” he whispers, the feeling of his hand pressing into your hip following the single-word.

“We’ve made our amends, Chim. We’ve talked it out, we’re here together. You don’t have to be so scared or hesitant,” you say, letting him know it’s ok to love you.

“This is ok?” He asks as his hand shifts to your back, right on the curve of your ass. You know he’s not simply asking about the placement of his palm. He needs to know you want him. In every way you did before.

And you need to let him know you do want him. That you can handle it. The touch of your lips to his is gentle, slow-burning, but it’s enough to let him know it is very much ok.

“I love you so much,” he mumbles into the kiss that’s becoming heated quickly. Looping your arm around his neck and pulling yourself closer to him, he squeezes at the flesh of your ass before pushing you against the kitchen island.

“I know you do,” you mutter breathlessly against his lips. “Love you so much, too,” you manage to mumble out. As your heart races in pure bliss, you recall just how good it feels to be loved by him.

taehyung x reader (oc) song: You’re My Best Friend, Queen word count: 600+

Oh, you're the first one When things turn out bad You know I'll never be lonely You're my only one And I love the things I really love the things that you do Oh, you're my best friend

Taehyung eyes the mojito in your hand as you grab the microphone from one of his friends with a newfound and borderline aggressive confidence that makes him chuckle to himself. You’re no stranger to karaoke, but usually you’re accompanied by your closest friends who you’ve known since you were eighteen. Without the liquid courage he knows you would not be quite this willing to perform a song solo in front of his Wooga Squad pals, and he finds himself thanking the minty lime rum drink. He loves nothing more than seeing you uninhibited.

There’s a glow hovering around you like a halo when you meet his gaze and point in his direction with a smirk. “This one,” you speak into the microphone as the electric guitar riff intro of You’re My Best Friend by Queen starts playing, “is for my Dearest.” You flash an adorable smile at the man and he thinks he’ll melt from the gooey soft feeling that flows from his chest to the ends of his limbs.

Contrary to the adoration he feels inside, he’s seated coolly with his leg folded over the other, his ankle hooked over his knee as he sits back in his seat. He almost looks like he’s waiting to be impressed, but the smile he wears is fond as you sing the first line of the song.

He watches in fascination as you shimmy and sway and twirl as you sing the song dedicated to him and only him. His friends are chuckling in amusement as they clap and woo at you, but Taehyung hardly registers it. He’s too immersed in you, in his memories with you, in the mutual way you make each other feel. There has always been an air of quirkiness that surrounds the man, making him difficult to understand for many, but you’ve always made him feel like he belongs just as he is. It’s been you for the past several years who has shown him the grace of being understood, without erasing his uniqueness. You find him fascinating, intriguing, but still seen.

Since eighteen, you have been the person he’s run to, with the good and the bad. The lyrics of the song refer to its muse as “my sunshine” but Taehyung specifically thinks of you like a sunrise. Radiant, bright, warm, beautiful whether anyone is looking or not, but people do look. They can’t help but pause and watch even if for a moment or a quick glance. A sunrise is consistent, dependable, loyal, always there, always rising. It symbolizes a fresh day, new opportunities, endless possibilities, shining a light on it all.

Some day, he’ll tell you you’re a sunrise. You’ll be confused at first, but you’ll understand. You always do.

Perhaps that’s the result of finding romance in friendship, allowing the two to blend into an all encompassing union. All these years since meeting you, Taehyung realizes nothing has changed between you and him. Yes, he kisses you now, without hesitation, and he’s stripped your body bare more times than he can count, but it’s still just you two. Dearest and Peaches.

As you sing, “you’re the first one when things turn out bad,” you approach him, making Taehyung sit up and lean in, resting his elbows on his knees. He’s keen for your next move. He always is. Standing in front of him, you sway your hips back and forth, and he can’t resist reaching out to feel the sides of your thighs under his palms. “You know I’ll never be lonely, you’re my only one and I love the things,” you continue singing to him, Taehyung looking up at you with wide pretty eyes, youthful in their anticipation. “I really love the things that you do,” you sing as Taehyung flashes his boxy smile and wraps his arms around the backs of your legs, tugging you on top of him and causing you to squeal into the microphone until abandoning the song altogether when he kisses you. It’s the perk of being best friends and lovers, after all.

jungkook x reader (oc) song: Let’s Do Our Thing Together, Chuck Berry word count: 600+

Now, let's do our thing together Go out and have a balling time You know I dig you doing your thing And I'll turn you on when I do mine I'm not a blue-blood or a scholar Just a hard-working boy And after five long days My body needs a little joy

There’s something so magical about the way Jungkook moves. It’s no wonder he can command an entire stadium of people. He’s charismatic, sharp, smooth, powerful, and all those technical terms dancers use that you weren’t keen to.

All you know is you can watch him dance all night. He’s been freestyling for the past several minutes, staring at his reflection in the mirror as he self critiques, probably much more than necessary. You try to capture his vibe and movement with your pencil against the sketchbook pages, hoping to capture just a touch of the gold that envelops him.

As the song comes to an end, another immediately replacing it, he slows his movements and spins coolly until he’s facing you. “How’s it going?” He asks, glancing at the sketchbook in your lap.

“You move too much,” you smirk teasingly, watching adoringly as his mouth spreads into a cute boyish grin. Reaching for the towel to the side of you, you toss it at him. The cloth hits him in the chest where he clutches it as he makes his way towards you.

“I’m so sorry to inconvenience you,” he feigns an apology, shaking out his hair as he wipes at the sweat gathered on his neck.

“An apology is a start,” you break into a smile, the man now hovering over you. Flipping the sketchbook around for him to see the series of drawings, scribbles of forms leading into different positions, your attempt at following him along in his footwork and movements.

“God, you’re crazy good,” he awes, crouching down to get a better look. His eyes follow along the etchings carefully, observing every marking as though it was all important.

“Oh shush, you’re the one doing the damn thing out there,” you nod at the now empty dance floor. Jungkook smiles shyly, your heart clenching in response to the expression. “Aren’t you tired?” You ask him. It’s well past one in the morning, which isn’t so much a late night for him, but he has been dancing for the better portion of the day.

“Nah,” he scrunches his face in negation, which you see through easily.

“Right,” you smile knowingly. “Well then sit with me to keep me company, not because you’re literally exhausted.”

Giggling at you and his own antics, Jungkook swings his body over to your left and drops onto his butt less than gracefully. “Hi,” he greets you quietly, leaning in to place a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Hey, baby,” you smile at him.

“This really is so cool. I kind of want it,” he nods at the drawing.

“You can have it,” you assure him. “I just like watching you dance.”

“Am I your muse?” he beams, staring down at the drawing still. It’s amazing how fascinated he could be with a simple sketch, but you know it’s not just the sketch. It’s the fact that it came from your hands, your mind, your heart.

“Something like that,” you tell him, skirting around complimenting him just to tease him.

He giggles, nodding exaggeratedly. “I’m happy to serve as inspiration,” he tells you, looking up at you. “I’m gonna frame that.”

Smiling at him, you shake your head in feigned judgment and slight genuine disbelief. Leaning towards you, he nudges your cheek with his nose. “You’re so hot when you do your thing.”

Rolling your eyes, you poke him in the abdomen with your elbow. “You are too,” you assure him. “But I know you’re tired so maybe we should go home.”

Shooting you a defiant pout, you sigh through an amused grin. “If you take me home you can show me what else those hips can do,” you tempt him.

And just like that, Jungkook rises to his feet and reaches a hand out to help you up.

“Home it is,” he grins victoriously. He can be so easy.

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