#my music taste has finally been understood by someone

[rexcanttietheirshoesright]

I don't have an obsession. What obsession? WHO'S MYCHAEL??

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[bookshelfdreams]

Hey I like a lot of the takes you have regarding the pirate show so I wanted to ask for your opinion on smth that's been bothering me for a while:

I have a deep seated dislike for Hamilton. Twinkifying the fucking founding fathers, romanticizing slave abusers and overall villainizing the wrong people while others (Hamilton at the front naturally) gets sung at. Speaking of singing - I really hate it. Shipping (i want to repeat) the founding fathers, the blatant white washing bla bla bla. Anyway those are all known problems and better people have said it smarter before and that isn't really my point

It's the fact that a friend of mine recently brought up that Ofmd pretty much is the same and I shouldn't scream so loud in my glass house. Inaccurate historically speaking, the blatant ignoring of the slave owning that the real Stede and Edward did and so on and so forth. Minus the singing perhaps if we ignore Frenchies and Izzys

So. Does it make me a hypocrite to like ofmd so much but despise the mere mention of Hamilton? It's a thing I'm really stressed about lately and that kind of ruined my joy about finally getting season 2. I would love to hear your opinion. or that of your followers for that matter.

Thank you 😊

oh thank YOU because I do feel that this is an interesting thing to examine and we do not talk about it enough.

I have never seen Hamilton, or listened to the songs (except some snippets). I have never been involved in the fandom. I really, really can't speak to what the musical itself did wrong and right. But I will say this: There was a reason it got as popular and received the critical acclaim that it did. I can't speak to how it addresses the systemic injustice baked into the USA from the very beginning, and I do have a suspicion that it glosses over a lot of uncomfortable truths. But I also feel it is important that we divorce the source material from the fandom it spawns because ultimately, Miranda isn't responsible for Hatsune Miku Binder Jefferson, or the whole hivliving debacle.

Just as David Jenkins isn't responsible for the handwaving of slavery in fanworks, or the great Izzy Hands Debate, or whitewashing in fanart, or shitty, racist headcanons of the characters of colour, or whatever deranged scandal is yet to come to light. This is true for all fandoms; criticizing fandom dynamics is a very different conversation from criticizing the canon.

Let's focus on the canon here, though, because defending the fandom is pointless, and not something I want to do. Curate your experience.

The first thing to say is: If you like ofmd but don't like Hamilton, that's not hypocritical at all, that's first and foremost a matter of taste. Things are good when we like them and bad when we don't. We don't have to find objective reasons for it.

If the fact that the historical Stede Bonnet was a slaveowner, and the historical Blackbeard also participated in the slave trade, are dealbreakers for someone, that's valid. People have every right to be uncomfortable with that. The conversation could end at this point, if we want it to (I don't because I love to hear myself talk).

If we look at the historical figures a little closer the first stark difference is the cultural context in which they exist. The founding fathers seem to be extremely mythologized in the american consciousness but also, are understood to be real historical people. The founding myth is fundamental to the way in which the USA perceives itself (that is, as a beacon of freedom and democracy), and it's pretty hard to reconcile that with the bloodshed and human misery it was founded on. It's uncomfortable; and it's not just an American problem. Every western nation/former colonial power has quite literal corpses in their closets they'd rather not talk about (just so you don't think I'm getting on a high horse about the famed Erinnerungskultur here; go ask a german person about Lothar von Trotha and what he did to the Nama and Herero to receive a blank stare). The difference is, that the founding fathers are too prominent and too important to just not talk about, so instead, they are sanitized to a degree that can be straight up historical revisionism.

That's not Miranda's fault. Nor is it the fault of any one particular piece of historical fiction, biography, documentary, or what have you. But it is the context in which Hamilton exists and, from what I understand, a culture to which it contributes. Especially since it's based on a biography of the real Alexander Hamilton, and (again, to my understanding) claims to tell a more or less accurate story.

Pirates, on the other hand, are perceived completely differently. They are mythologized, but not for ideological reasons, not as state-building propaganda. Pirates are more like folk heroes; cultural icons (near) completely divorced from whatever historical figure once lived. They are "real" in the sense that they are based on real people, but engaging with them, from the start, has a layer of removal from reality that engaging with figures like the founding fathers hasn't. Blackbeard is from a saga. George Washington is from history.

ofmd, specifically, makes clear at every turn that what we are told is a fictional story that has very little to do with any real events. It's openly anachronistic, it has absurd internal logic. Life-threatening injuries are walked off. There's actual magic. Dinghies are treated like spawn points in a video game. Everything, from the costumes to the vernacular to the story beats, tells the audience that none of this is real.

You wouldn't accuse, idk, A Knight's Tale, or Mel Brooks's Men In Tights of whitewashing history. I feel like ofmd plays in a similar league; it's a comedy very vaguely based on history, and it makes sure the audience knows we are not about to be told anything true. If you watch ofmd, you know this isn't about the real, historical Stede Bonnet or Edward Teach.

So. Let's examine the actual story, yes? The story that is told here is anticolonialist, antiracist, and challenges oppressive power structures as much as is possible for a production like this. It addresses these things and condemns them, both explicitly and in its underlying message. (I'm not gonna explain all of this, enough ink has been spilled about it by people smarter than me)

I do not know what Hamilton is about at its core. I know Our Flag Means Death is about authenticity in the face of the whole world telling you there's something wrong with you. It's about resisting dehumanization and reclaiming your personhood. It's about love, in a radical, system-destroying way, about breaking the cycle of abuse, about healing, and finding joy.

Yes, the real historical figures it's based on were all horrible people. Again, if that's a dealbreaker, that's fine. I'm not trying to convince anyone who is deeply uncomfortable with that fact; it's perfectly understandable.

However, for me, personally, the story as a whole is so far removed from reality, and so firm in its message, that I feel this is forgivable.

(Oh, and a lat aside, I also feel like likening ofmd to Hamilton seldom seems to come from a place of genuine criticism. Often it seems to be more along the lines of "Hamilton is cringe, and if I say ofmd=Hamilton ppl will be too embarrassed to defend it" which yk. feels kinda disingenuous to me.)

[rvllybllply2014]

I’m blaming my brain rot and Ryan Kopel for this. Modern au.

Aeron is a famous musical actor, and Davos was dragged to the musical thanks to his sister’s obsession with Aeron she even managed to find the meet and greet door. Davos just doesn’t want to go, but he doesn’t trust his little sister to be okay by herself, it doesn’t matter that she’s 18 she’s still his baby sister. He expected to hate the musical, he surprisingly didn’t especially when Aerons character takes the stage.

He even asked his sister who that was and when she told him, he finally understood her obsession. Davos wanted the musical to end faster, but also not, faster to be able to meet Aeron but at the same time not because he could listen to Aeron sing until the end of time. His sister notices that Davos has a light blush at intermission and teases him about it. Davos tells her to shut up, he’s just never seen a man so pretty with an angelic voice. But she tells him it’s okay she knows how he feels.

Once the musical is over Davos and his sister are one of the first ones at the meet and greet door. Aeron comes out last, he wanted his cast mates to have their spotlight moment. Which means Davos is lucky because as soon as Aeron walks out they immediately lock eyes. Aeron makes a gesture to Davos that he’ll come over to them last.

Davos impatiently patiently waits for Aeron to get done with all of fans all the while falling more in love as he watches Aeron being super nice to the fans. When Aeron is finally done he walks over to Davos and his sister with a sweet smile and an apology on his lips. Davos jokingly tells him that he’ll only forgive Aeron if he goes on a date with him, to his surprise Aeron agrees. He even gives Davos number on the poster that he was in the middle of signing telling him to call him tonight.

Davos does and Aeron tells him to meet him at the fanciest restaurant in kings landing and to not worry about the prices because he’ll be paying. After the date Aeron tells him that this has been the best date, Davos agrees and asks when he can see Aeron again. Aeron tells him he’s available after 3 both days this weekend so if he wants another dinner date but at his place this time that would be lovely. Davos is floored that Aeron suggested that and teases that he could be a crazed fan or a murder. Aeron laughs and tells him that, that’s a risk he’s willing to take to see him again.

Aeron cooks the fanciest homemade dinner that Davos has ever tasted. He even proposes to Aeron, he wasn’t joking and Aeron knew he wasn’t. Aeron does accept, only like a person in love would do. But he tells Davos that it will be a long engagement, at least a year before they get married in the courthouse.

When Davos gets home that night he tells his sister that he’s engaged,she laughs until she realizes that he is serious. Then she demands a thank you from Davos for helping him find the love of his life. After Davos thanks her she decides to push her luck and see if Davos will call Aeron to ask for season tickets to the theater. Davos initially says no but does call him later and asks, Aeron agrees because that’s his future little sister in law.

The year passes surprisingly fast, and before Aeron and Davos know it; it’s time to get married at the courthouse. They tried to keep the marriage a secret but unfortunately the paparazzi were tipped off, by Davos’ little sister,and waiting for them to exit. All of Aerons fans are equal parts devastated and happy, but all are shocked since Aeron had kept his relationship a secret.

Someone once asked on Davos’ sisters TikTok what the best part about being related to Aeron was and she responded with the season tickets. They also asked Davos what the best part about being married to Aeron was, and to no one’s surprise he says the sex which causes Aeron to end the live telling him to shut up. If anyone asked Aeron the best part about being married to Davos, he would say that his sister in law is always game to tease Davos with him and that Davos felt like his safe person on the first date. Which is why he agreed to marry him on the second date.

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Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 25

Previous chapter | Epilogue

Masterlist

A year later...

“Ready?” Mason said, squeezing Adele's hand.

“As ready as one can be” she sighed.

“Ok, let's go” he said, nodding towards the hotel's security member. As he started walking towards the door, Mason and Adele behind him, they could hear the screams getting louder and louder, flashes already blinding them.

“We can do this, Addie” he said, squeezing her hand again. “Walk behind me, I'll protect you.”

And once they were outside…

“Mason! Mason, Adele!”

“Over here, Mason!”

“Just a smile, Adele! Please!”

“Mason, marry me!”

“Adele! Adele!”

“Finally” Mason sighed once they both were inside the car that was waiting for them. “I swear today there were even more fans and photographers than yesterday.”

“The marry me was new too.”

“Uh?”

“These past days it's been all screaming your name and telling you that they love you, and today someone asked you to marry them. Didn't you hear it?” Adele chuckled.

“I didn't, no. I guess I was too focused on making sure you were ok.”

“Thank you, Mase” she said, kissing his cheek as the car finally started moving. “I don't deserve it.”

“You deserve the world, Addie” he smiled.

“Do I? Because all this chaos every time we leave the hotel is my fault.”

“What?”

“I was the one who insisted on shooting the Dior show again despite you and Maria Grazia telling me it was ok to say no.”

“But all those fans and paparazzis are there for me, Addie. So if it is someone's fault, it is ours. Both of us. We are all in this together” Mason sang.

“Did you just sing "High School Musical"?” she laughed. 

“Don't tell anyone” he said, lowering down his voice. “But I am obsessed with those movies.”

“Wait, is that why you had Troy Bolton's hair as a kid?”

“Maybe” he shrugged.

“Oh my God, Mase” Adele laughed again. “You better not buy me a necklace with the M like he did for Gabriella.”

“There goes your birthday present for this year…”

“Oh, shut up” she chuckled, giving him a little push. 

“I never liked Gabriella, to be honest. She was so…”

“Annoying?”

“Yeah. I'm team Sharpay.”

“Always knew you had good taste in women.”

“Because I like you?” he asked with a teasing smile.

“Precisely” she replied with a matching one. “Thank you, Mase.”

“What for? Loving you since the moment I understood what being in love is and feels like?”

“That too” Adele said, her smirk turning into a shy smile. “But thank you for this. For making me laugh and forget about all my worries even if it's just for a few minutes. For being there for me and supporting me despite everything that currently surrounds us and everything that has happened to you lately. I don't deserve you, Mase. I know you are gonna say again that I deserve the world and all those cheesy things you always say, but…”

“Addie” Mason said, taking her hand on his and kissing it. “You deserve everything good that happens to you. Me included” he winked. “Or have you forgotten that I am finally free from my agency thanks to you?”

Because it had worked. Adele's crazy plan… It had worked out.

Once their Valentine's day getaway was over, they went back to England, but not to London. They had escaped to the countryside, to the big mansion Edward owned and where they were joined by him and their parents.

The day the cover was published, they all had been together, holding their breaths as they watched the post being shared on Instagram and the interview posted on Vogue's website. 

“It's done” Edward had announced. “Did you do as I suggested?”

“We did” Mason had said. “Comments disabled on Instagram, all apps deleted from our phones.”

“You too?” he asked Toni and Elizabeth.

“Yes” Toni nodded. “And Luca and Alex have gone private.”

“Good. I don't want anyone bothering any of you. If they have something to say, let them do it to us. My team will deal with it, it is their job” Edward had said. 

And they had been busy, because Mason's interview and cover had been talked about all over the world, even making it to the news since more and more models had started to share their own stories, not afraid of speaking up anymore. But besides having to deal with everything that was happening on the media and online, they had also had to deal with Mason's agency. 

Erin had showed up at Vogue's headquarters in London demanding to speak with Edward, making first a big fuss about him not seeing her, and then when his assistant kept telling her that she couldn't reach him because the signal in the countryside was pretty bad (which obviously was a lie). Then, of course, she had been calling Mason and Adele nonstop, sending them text after text, asking them for an explanation. At first she had been nice about it, but as they kept ignoring her, she had started with the threats, with posting everything they had against him and ruining his career. That was when he had said enough, and had replied to one of her calls.

“Do it, Erin” he had said. “Post the video and the photos, I dare you. But it won't have the effect you are looking for. You've seen what has been published in the press, the support me and the other models who have worked with you have from both the fans and people in the industry. If you post that, you will only be digging your own grave a bit deeper. But remember how when you were too stressed, you always joked about retiring to the Caribbean? I think you should take your own advice and do it, Erin. Do it now that you still have the money and haven't wasted it on lawyers that won't take you anywhere. Because this is over, and not even a miracle will restore your reputation.”

A few days later, her agency had released a statement where they had announced her departure and a complete restructuring of the agency, no one hearing about her anymore. Though according to gossip, she had taken Mason's advice and was now enjoying life on a paradisiacal beach, which had been what he and Adele had also done: take that gap year and enjoy their life together.

While the world kept talking about the interview, and Mason's new agency had had to decline many other interviews and different job offers while also dealing with fake sightings or people wanting to know where they were, they had disappeared and gone back to one of their favourite places in the world: Italy.

They had rented a van and traveled all around the country, stopping only at small towns and discovering all the hidden gems they had to offer. They had taken hundreds of photos, eaten their weight in pasta and gelato more than once and twice, visited the most beautiful monuments and landscapes, and fallen in love even more with each other, something Adele couldn't imagine was possible.

“I feel so stupid” she had said one night as they cuddled and watched the starry sky, something she knew would miss once they went back to the real world.

“You just mixed words while talking with that man, Addie. Anyone can do it while learning a new language” Mason had replied.

“I wasn't talking about that.”

“Then?” he had said, kissing the top of her head.

“I feel stupid because I wasted many years dating other guys and getting heartbroken when I had you, my person, right in front of me. You were right there and I couldn't see you.”

“But you did in the end, didn't you?”

“I did” Adele had said, moving in his arms to look at him. “I certainly did.”

“Then that's all that matters” he had said, caressing her cheek. “I love you, Addie.”

“I love you too, Mase. Only you” she had said before kissing him. 

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“And? What did he say? What did he want?”

“Can I at least take off my coat and my shoes before I answer all that?” Adele chuckled.

“Yes, yes. Sorry” Mason said. “But did it go well?”

“It did” she said, letting herself fall on the sofa. “Though I need to buy a new pair of boots, those are killing me.”

“Addie…”

“Ok, ok. It'll tell you why he wanted to see me. But you just look so cute all nervous and worried about me” she said, squeezing his cheek. 

“Adele!”

“Fine…” she sighed. “He wants me to work as his assistant.”

“What?” 

“Yep. That's why he wanted to meet. He has seen my photos for Dior and my Instagram account, and after talking with some people who know me and have seen me work, he offered me a job as his assistant, to join him in all his photoshoots and help him.”

“Oh my God, Addie. That's amazing!” Mason said, throwing himself at her and hugging her. “He is the best fashion photographer right now, getting him to shoot you is an honour not many can have! And you are gonna learn so much with him, Addie. Like, he's the best professor you could ask for.”

“He is, but if you keep squeezing me like that, I won't get to learn a thing.”

“Sorry, I'm sorry” he said, letting go of her. “But I am so proud of you, Addie. So fucking proud. Because you said yes to this, didn't you?”

“I'm not an idiot, Mase. Of course I did!” she laughed. 

“That's my girl” he smiled, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. 

“He told me something else, tho.”

“Something else?”

“Since he has his studio in Paris, he wants me to move there.”

“To Paris?”

“Yes” Adele nodded. “I'm afraid our world tour isn't gonna be happening any time soon. Though you can still go on your own, maybe take Alex with you now that he has finished his studies.”

“Nah, don't worry” Mason said. “If I don't get to travel and see all those amazing places with you, I don't want to go.”

“Oh… ok.”

“Addie… Addie, look at me” he said, gently lifting her chin to make her look him in the eyes. “If you are moving to Paris, so am I. Wherever you go, I will go too. And you know, this may be the sign I was waiting for to start working again. My new agency is respecting my choice to take things slow after everything that happened and not rush anything. But if I'm honest, I've been missing all the chaos that comes with photoshoots and fashion month.”

“Really?”

“Yeah… But I don't know, I still have to think about it. What I do know, tho, is that now that we are finally together, I'm not going to let you go. You are stuck with me, Adele Turlington” he smiled, his dimple showing.

“Shit” Adele said.

“Shit?” he laughed. “Were you planning on leaving me or something? Maybe run away with one of the celebrities you are going to meet at your new job?”

“I was actually thinking about this really hot footballer that plays for Arsenal and that Luca's boyfriend introduced me to. The one with an Irish name.”

“I beg your pardon?” 

“Have you seen how beautiful his eyes are? And his nose? Yours is good, but his… And he totally is boyfriend material. He… Mason!” she screamed as he lifted her in the air and threw her over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you to our room so I can show who actually is boyfriend material.”

“You what?” she laughed. 

“There” he said after throwing her in the bed, Adele giggling like a little kid.

“Mase, you don't have to show me anything.”

“Don't I?” he asked, arching an eyebrow and joining her in the bed.

“No, you don't. Mainly because you aren't my boyfriend.”

“What?”

“You are more than just that, Mase” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and caressing the back of his head. “People have always said that we were destined to be together because our mums are best friends, and they were right. Because you, Mason Mount… You are my soulmate. And even though like I told you that one night in Italy, it took me some time to see it and realise it… I love you, I've always had, and I will always do. I love you, Mase.”

“I love you too, Addie” he said while giving her that smile that was all dimples. The one she loved, she had always loved, and will always love.

[justmystyles]

Hey, you are literally one of my favorite writers out here. I honestly love every piece you've written, it's just all really really really good. (guess I am not as good with words as you, oops)

Anyway, I am so glad your requests are open. I was wondering if you could write something where the reader comes from a difficult family. emotionally abusive mother, distant father, eldest daughter syndrome, all that jazz.

So she's sort of moved away but still keeps in touch with her family cuz she does sorta love them but it's hard. So it's like she's got some body image issues and she's closed off, pretty funny but likes to use humor to hide her feelings, has a lot of acquaintances but doesn't like sharing herself with people much (why do I feel like I am describing someone specific lol)

And one day it all just becomes too much ig. I don't know exactly how the story goes, guess I am just looking for some comfort. had a weird few days.

Honestly, love you work. You're great. Thank you for reading that bs. Doesn't matter much if you decide to write it or not. You're already perfect. <3

Let's talk about this ask I got a few weeks ago, shall we?

First of all, I am honored to be considered one of your favorite writers on here, your words are so sweet and I love you.

Now, getting down to business, this ask genuinely made me cry because I know this reader. I am this reader and it was truly terrifying that a stranger on the internet described me so well to me. As soon as I read this, I knew it was going to be my next series, and after weeks of taking down notes and ideas, I finally started actually writing it today.

It'll still be a bit before I start putting it out there, this premise means so much to me that I want to really take my time and do it the justice it deserves, but I have included a little teaser for you below the read more so that you can get a taste of what I'm working on. I've also tagged my tag list peeps so that you all can see what I've been up to.

I'll still be working on NYIML and the other asks I have (if you sent me one, I love you and I'm working on it, please be patient, life has kind of blown up over the last week or so).

You would watch on in awe, watching the music come to life, watching Harry work. From time to time, you would meet his gaze, noticing a softness in his eyes that warmed your insides. You brushed your feelings off, reminding yourself that Harry was just a kind person. He probably looked at everyone like that. He would often invite you to join the group for lunch, or drinks after a successful session. You always declined politely, certain he was just asking to be polite. 

But Harry wasn’t just asking to be polite, and those looks that he threw in your direction were different than the way he would look at anyone else. He was fascinated by you, he felt like he needed to know more. When he met you, he thought you were beautiful, and the refreshments that you had laid out showed how kind and thoughtful you were. But he knew there was more to you, and he couldn’t wait to find out all of it.

You truly were the studio mom, always making sure everyone had what they needed. You would bring coffee and breakfast in the morning, make everyone’s lunch orders, or reservations if they decided to go out. But you would never join them. He found that curious, but also disappointing. He understood if you wanted to focus on work while you were all locked away in the studio, hoping to take those lunches and extra curricular times to get to know you, but those moments never came. 

He had asked your coworkers about you, hoping to gain some kind of intel that could help him break the ice. Everyone told him how sweet you were, always asking about them and their goings on, but often changing the subject when the conversation would turn to you. He also learned about how funny you were. He would have never guessed, based on how quiet you’d been around him. He figured some of that was because of his celebrity status, he was used to people being shy around him, but they would typically warm up over time. You hadn’t. 

There was a bit of worry in his mind that maybe you had an issue with him. You weren’t cold with him, you had always been incredibly kind in your interactions with him and that threw him for a loop. He racked his brain, trying to think of anything he might have said or done to upset you, but nothing came to mind. Perhaps you just weren’t a fan of his? Whatever it was, he was determined to figure it out. 

One afternoon, he was coming back from lunch and he overheard you talking to someone in one of the studios. He lingered by the doorway, he knew eavesdropping was wrong, but he was desperate. 

The conversation wasn’t much, you were just talking about a television show, but he heard the excitement in your voice and couldn’t help but smile. You sounded so cute. And then you laughed, and he could have died right there on the spot. You had an incredible laugh. He wanted to do anything to be the reason that beautiful sound came out of your mouth. 

Harry was so distracted that he didn’t notice that you were coming out of the studio. You weren’t expecting anyone to be standing there, so you bumped right into him. 

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry Harry.” Your eyes were wide with panic.

He put his hands on your shoulders to steady you. “Don’t be. That was on me. It’s what I get for zoning off in front of doors.” He chuckled. 

You smiled politely and nodded at him. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?” 

“I was actually hoping to talk–”

He was interrupted by the ring of your phone. You pulled it out of your pocket and saw your mother’s name flash across the screen. “Crap, I’m so sorry it’s my mom. Do you mind if I take this?”

“No, not at all. You should always take calls from your mum.” 

“Right,” you scoff. “You’ve never talked to my mother.” You answer the phone, walking away quickly. 

He noticed your posture stiffen when you answered, and he hoped everything was okay. Once you were out of sight, he left, returning to the studio. “Y/N is taking a phone call, she’ll be right back.” 

When you finally returned, you apologized with a smile on your face, but Harry could see the sadness in your eyes. You took a seat at the computer, and he came up behind you, placing his hand softly on your back. You subconsciously relaxed into his touch. 

“Is everything alright?” He asked. 

You put on your best fake smile, which he immediately saw though. “Yeah, thanks.” 

He wanted to press, but he knew it wasn’t the right time or place. He also wasn’t totally sure you even liked him.

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[mimisempai]

Let your heart speak

Summary

Aziraphale fears that his inability to say some words naturally will make Crowley doubt his love for him, so he seeks advice from his favourite record seller.

Notes

Our Angel struggles to say "I love you"...

On Ao3

Rating G -  1203 words

Maggie watched in amusement as Aziraphale wandered around the shelves of the record shop. It was clear from his demeanour that something was troubling him.

He wasn't as talkative as usual, not to mention the fact that he was looking in a section that was not at all his usual taste in music. And then there were the furtive glances he gave her from time to time.

She asked him gently, "Aziraphale? Can I help you find what you're looking for?"

He didn't answer, obviously lost in thought.

Maggie approached him and, placing her hand gently on his arm, asked again, "Aziraphale? Are you looking for anything in particular?"

He finally seemed to come out of his thoughts and asked bluntly, "How do you tell someone you love them?"

Maggie laughed softly, so out of place and surprising was the question, and Aziraphale, a little offended, was about to turn and leave, but she stopped him and said softly, "Wait, Aziraphale, stay. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make fun of you. But I wasn't expecting that kind of question. May I invite you into the back room for a cup of tea? We'd be more comfortable talking about this sort of thing, wouldn't we?"

Aziraphale, now embarrassed, nodded and followed her into the small room at the back of the shop.

Maggie motioned for him to sit down and, as he took his place at the small table, she prepared the tea and asked, "I assume you meant Crowley?"

Aziraphale sheepishly replied, "Who else?"

Maggie continued, "You seem to have been together for so long, longer than anyone can imagine, if I've understood some of the implications correctly, and you're not sure about your feelings?

Aziraphale shook his head vigorously and replied, "Oh, I'm absolutely sure of my feelings. It's more about communicating them, I want him to know and I don't know how to tell him. Sometimes I'd like it to come naturally, but there always have to be special circumstances and I'm afraid I won't be able to convey my feelings properly. This morning I tried to say the words as I was leaving, but they got stuck in my throat. He has a lot less trouble saying them than I do now that we're together, and I always feel that if I don't tell him enough, he might one day think I don't love him as much as he loves me."

Maggie nodded thoughtfully and said quietly, "I see. I don't know if it helps, but you know, it's obvious to everyone here that you love each other."

"Yes, but..."

"But you'd like to be able to tell him in a natural way."

Aziraphale nodded.

Maggie put a cup in front of him, then came and sat down opposite him and said gently, "You know, Aziraphale, there's something I'd like to say. All the time we've known each other, I've been hoping you'd have someone in your life. You're so sweet, I thought you deserved that kind of happiness, but..."

Aziraphale looked puzzled and asked, "But?"

Maggie replied quietly, "I still can't believe you found it with someone like Crowley."  

Seeing that Aziraphale was about to take offence, Maggie stopped him with a gesture, "Don't get me wrong, I wasn't going to say anything mean."

Aziraphale nodded again, "All right, I'm listening."

"What I meant was that I didn't expect you to develop such a deep relationship with someone like Crowley, or Crowley with someone like you, if you prefer. You're so... different. At least that's the impression I get when I see you from the outside, and I guess I just wonder how you work together."

Aziraphale thought for a few seconds before answering.

Aziraphale looked at Crawley and asked, sounding desperate, "But what am I?" 

The demon looked at him and said in an incredibly gentle voice, without the slightest hint of judgement, "You're just an angel who goes along with Heaven as far as he can." 

Aziraphale replied sadly, "That sounds..."

"Lonely? Yeah."

The angel replied, "But you said it wasn't."

Crawley smiled faintly and replied, "I'm a demon. I lied."

Aziraphale replied, looking Maggie straight in the eye, "Well, Crowley saw through me and he saw that we weren't so different. We were both different from what other people expected of us, and neither of us felt that we belonged to the... side that was supposed to be ours. Crowley, on the other hand, had opened his eyes to... how shall I put it... his side long before I had. And he helped me gradually open my eyes to mine and free myself from it. He's become this force, this constant in my life. He's my pillar, Maggie".

Maggie said nothing and after a few moments of silence she said gently, "You have your answer. How do you tell him you love him? All you have to do is tell him what you have just told me. Open your heart to him again and again until it feels natural. If Crowley is who you say he is, don't you think he understands the strength of your feelings? That he's probably already understood them?"

Aziraphale seemed to ponder the woman's words for a moment, then said, clearly emotional, "Maggie, I.... I'm sorry... I have to..."

Maggie nodded gently, smiling, and said, "I understand, go ahead, tell him."

Aziraphale said quietly, "Thank you." Then he got up and walked briskly away.

A few moments later he entered the shop and saw Crowley reading on the sofa.

Aziraphale rushed to him and, kneeling before him, took his hands.

"Aziraphale?" Crowley asked, confused, "What's wrong?"

The angel, his throat tight with emotion, managed to speak anyway, "I need to say something because I don't think I've told you enough. Or well enough. I've written it to you. I know you know, but I have to tell you. Crowley, I love you. I love you more than anything. The things you do... the way you think... the way you're this constant presence and support in my life... the way you see me... and... Damn, I wish I could just say it, but here I go again making a big speech and the words get all mixed up and I... anyway..."

Aziraphale paused for a moment to catch his breath and finished under Crowley's stunned gaze, "I love you, Crowley. I love you."

Crowley leaned over and, taking the angel's face between his hands, whispered against his lips, "My messy and chaotic and so sweet angel. I know you love me and I know the words are still difficult to say naturally. Don't force it, it will come. Step by step. But I know. I know you love me, Ange

It was Aziraphale who closed the remaining distance between them, murmuring "I love you" before pressing his lips to the demon's in a kiss full of the emotion that overwhelmed him. 

He repeated this again and again between kisses, and each time Crowley simply said, "I know."

A little later, as he rested against Crowley on the sofa, Aziraphale thought to himself that Maggie had been right.

How do you tell someone you love them?

By simply letting your heart speak.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

[somany-fandoms-solittle-time]

Listen....

As someone who used to play piano, sing in choirs, and did Community Theatre I'd 100% serenade my fave (or any) Twst boys. Hell, I'd do it for the bit or as some type of prank! I might find any and all opportunities to sing/play songs from a range of decades to my boys.....

Imagine teasing Trey by singing Build Me Up Buttercup by the Foundations while he's baking for you ❤️ and seeing him shaking his head with an amused smile. As long as you help around the kitchen, and don't mind a playful chase or two with the ingredients, 🧁 he might be willing to join in with I Can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch) by Four Tops as you clean up the mess the two of you made.

Jokingly singing Hard Days Night by the Beatles with/at Ruggie after another long day of school, work, errands and babysitting.... 🌼 When finally you've got some time to just be in each other's presence. But even if the two of you can only get these small moments now, deep down Ruggie knows how lucky he is to love you. 🌠 Introducing Knock On Wood by Eddie Floyd would perfectly put words to just how lucky he is to have you.

Late at night, when Jamil finally has some time to rest, and finally being able to Serenade him in the moonlight 🌙 with Moonlight Serenade by Ella Fitzgerald. Sure, it's a little on the nose but he's still flattered. Save The Last Dance For Me by The Drifters would be another testament of how well you understood him; 🪭Jamil's first priority might be Kalim's by blood, but his biggest priority is YOU (and that's by choice).

Rook would be fascinated to know French songs on Earth like La Vie En Rose by Louise Armstrong! Even if you fumble through the words a little, as long as you show him the lyrics perhaps the two of you could work through it together.🌹He'd equally love hearing old Crooner songs like The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra.... And the way he looks at you while performing just about sets your heart on fire 🔥💕.

Old Man Lilia would appreciate just about any rendition of Dream A Little Dream Of Me considering his affiliation with 💭Diasomnia. But considering his love of music in general, along with the seemingly endless life he's already had up until he finally got to meet and fall for you 💘, At Last by Etta James would be almost too perfect.

(This wasn't perfectly done, but I LITERALLY couldn't sleep until I typed it all out. As you can tell my taste can lean kinda old school (because I was raised by a Baby Boomer) but I've also been listening to a lot of Jazz, Soul and classic musical numbers lately. These songs hold a lot of memories and nostalgia and I guess I just needed a space to project them on lol! And if you couldn't tell.... I fucking ADORE the Vice Wardens in Twisted Wonderland 💖😩🥰 These characters and so many others hold SUUUUUUCH a close place in my heart I literally can't.💜❤️ Lowkey, lemme know if anyone's interested in more songs that I associate (and dissociate singing to them lol) with these or any other characters!! It'd also be fun to try writing a drabble, ONE-SHOT, or full fic again 🥴😋)

- Aim's Ongoing Delusions 📜

[starry-eyed-extraterrestrial]

Hi!, this is a little one shot I made for my moot @anaalnathrakhs , hey, I hope you like this, this was giving me a lot of trouble but after I got some sleep (finally) I think it's actually cute, if a bit too short for my liking.

Tommy's chest is wet with tears and snot. Nikki lays with his face pressed up against Tommy's lanky frame, hair a complete mess and crying his eyes out.

Tommy doesn't know how exactly he ended up like this, one moment he's passing out face first on his bed (floor mattress) after a few too many drinks and the next Nikki is practically breaking down his door to yell about something or other and when Tommy asks why Nikki is even upset, because he's certainly not the one who took Nikki's cocaine (he thinks) so he has no idea why Nikki even came to him in the first place, Nikki is already in tears.

Tommy's only really known Nikki for about a month and they've only been living together a couple weeks, but in all that time Tommy had kind of made a character sketch on who all the guys were and what they were like. And Nikki before this moment pegged him as everything but a crier.

The guy was tough as nails and cold as ice. He went through life like a wrecking ball, crushing everything in sight that wasn't useful and swinging hands at the first sight of trouble, he was a total maniac, and Tommy liked that.

He was so different from anybody he'd ever met before and he was so ready to make it Tommy has no doubt that he'd kill someone for a little taste of stardom, and he was into crazy antics and good music. So all and all just his type.

But laying here now on his two dollar mattress under his crusty ass sheets with Nikki's wet hot face mashed into his chest and his stage makeup once pristine, now ruined on the surface of his sternum made him second guess all the things he thought he knew about the bassist.

But it didn't make him think less of the older man. No, in fact he's glad to know that his best friend is actually a human and not just some demon who spawned to existence out of his own spite for the idea.

So to try and silently deliver that message, he hugs the crying man closer to his body, just to let him know that he was okay, and that they were okay and that this sign of vulnerability didn't change Tommy's opinions about him at all.

Nikki doesn't share a sign back that he understood what Tommy was trying to say, he just simply continued to cry, like he'd been holding rivers back for years and tonight they'd finally flooded the inside of the rotten house of his soul and burst out with no control.

Tommy feels his heart ache for his friend when a particularly loud sob flows out from the storm. That night he made a decision, one that he'd go back on a few times in the future and then completely forget years later only to return to his word even further in his life, when age started to not be so kind to them anymore.

He will never let go of Nikki Sixx.

[swallowtailed]

palisade 22:

it feels like we’re back in partizan.

specifically, in the final arc and finale. inevitability, monochrome, horrific threats and risky plays. a mission underground. a space infiltration. divines scouring the void. (are we back, or did we never leave?)

the new theme music reminds me so much of the partizan finale theme.

the constantly changing gravity inside chimera’s lantern—do we carry it with us?

and then there’s “once the war’s over”.

what i’ve been thinking is, you know, the blue channel has all the narrative power against the stargrave because the stakes are so high that they can justify any sacrifice, which could grant them mechanical power because armor astir facilitates that. and… here we are.

but man am i gonna miss phrygian.

anyway, it adds to the partizan feeling: knowing that someone is going to die, tasting the dream of a happier ending but plunging back into the fight…

(i’ve definitely brought this up before but i am always ALWAYS thinking about the blue channel going back for the pzn finale.)

in other news:

excited for the title drop mostly because it feels like a real arc title—i can think of a dozen relevant ideals that might be proven impossible (/achieved anyway?), in either plot.

my hopes for spaceship bottle horror were so high and this ep did not disappoint. shutting down the systems and gliding silently is excellent sf, as is the heat shields going out. now someone can go out there in a spacesuit and try to fix them >:)

also want to shout out phrygian’s crt monitor & longhand math approach

paramerion is FANTASTIC. love to simply become a sword. love to become a sword specifically to take down your rival in the visage of a dead saint.

pleased to be beyond clocks at this stage. the clock has already ticked; it’s midnight. 

mustard red’s offer… very scary. very interesting. love that the players are being offered the option of getting even more out of this—raising the positive stakes on their side.

hearing each planet in the mirage included in the intro was heartwrenching. also “most people don’t have time to practice dying”/“but that doesn’t mean they aren’t afraid, on palisade”

i bet it was a really weird day for the rose river sleep detachment when they found out about the solar system, maine

really fascinating to listen to this while in the middle of aih 20. weird dungeons! half-understood histories!

it is always an interesting process to write topical fanfiction for a weekly show. (fic. features a take on this mission that nowhere near happened, which i expected, but also you can probably tell where i was hedging my bets re phrygian—i very nearly went this sort of route, where someone would have to die.)

welcome to the end of this world, or, yknow, the fatt midseason finale.

[iguessitsjustme]

Love Sea Ep 10 Thoughts

We have finally made it to the end of the show. I still have not watched episode 8 and I doubt I ever will. From what I have heard, the show and the story actually makes more sense to me than it does to people who have seen episode 8. That’s crazy. Anyway, I just made lunch and I got my juice so it’s time to watch. As always, here’s the disclaimer that I pretty harshly critique this show. If you think that will make you angry, don’t click the read more. Disclaimer done, let’s goooo:

Okay before I even start, how the hell do I have zits on the back of my neck. Where did these bad boys come from? One is right on my hairline. Hello? Go away.

Okay okay okay. I am going to go into this with an open mind actually. I am too tired and exhausted and sick to not at least try to enjoy this show. Also I was way too verbose for episode 9 and all of my thoughts were actually too long for tumblr. I ran out of characters. So gonna have to try to reign that in a bit today.

I beg your finest pardon but why the fuck is this episode one hour and twenty minutes long? Yeah this post is probably gonna end up too long too. Maybe I’ll just do two parts if needed. (it did not end up too long yay!)

Not gonna lie to you guys. I do love back hugs like this. As many problems as I have with this show and these characters…this? This is cute. See? I’m not always bitter! Just..most of the time.

Why mention the video clips that Rak’s dad apparently has just to say “oh it’s been taken care of. It’s not a problem.” That’s not how stories work. If you introduce a potential problem, you gotta let it be a problem or let the characters work to resolve it before it becomes a problem. Not just say “yep here’s a thing that should have been a main conflict but don’t worry. A character that only exists off screen and has only really had any sort of role for the past 2 episodes took care of it already!” Like…what?

Every day I am forced to be overstimulated by the nature of living in a city. Why do I live here I ask myself constantly? The answer is always because I can walk everywhere I need to go including to work and also because I love it. Just not…the idling trucks. The big engines. There is nowhere for the sound to go because it’s trapped by all of the tall buildings and I am on the bottom floor literally on the street. I walk out my apartment and boom. One of the busiest roads in my city. Anyway I digress. I have been overstimulated since June. The fall cannot get here fast enough.

You know I never fully understood how or when Mut fell in love with Rak. I still don’t know. I mean he was flirty on the island and they fucked but when did Mut actually fall so hard? I cannot pinpoint when his lust turned to love. It must have been a specific moment because it certainly wasn’t a slow build into love. Nope. One day Mut loves his island more than anything in the world and then he leaves it for Rak. Without a second thought. I just would like to understand when that happened. Sure, he liked Rak, but to love someone enough to give up your home? And I know he’s about to dip and go back home (without telling Rak) but I cannot figure out why he left in the first place. I know the answer is because he loves Rak but I did not see that until he actually fucking left the island. I did not see that until episode 6 when he finally maybe started respecting the barest minimum of boundaries.

Oh how this show looooooves its flashbacks. At least this one kind of makes sense. Though I wish it trusted its audience enough to know what Mut is calling back to.

Ew Vi. Mook run away girl. You deserve better.

Noisy neighbors go AWAY.

*eats my veggies* *considers blasting kpop*

*blasts Stray Kids* Congrats. Since you want to involve me in your conversation right outside my door, I get to involve you in my music taste. Just be lucky this isn’t an nc scene in Love Sea cause I’d blast that too. Make everyone uncomfortable.

Rak does not need Mut’s love to become a better person. Rak does not need love to be a better person. People are allowed to not want love for any reason. No one gets to make judgment calls on them for not wanting it. Full stop.

Surely the next words you’re gonna say are “Respect his boundaries and let him come to you when he’s ready, right? …RIGHT?

God damn it Mut.

Is Rak a dog that Mut is leaving behind? Why is he giving instructions on how to care for Rak? Rak is a grown ass adult and was fine before Mut entered his life. Like what the fuck is this?

Mut goes and says goodbye to everyone but Rak? What is with this farewell tour? Just fucking tell Rak that you respect his decision, but you can’t live like that anymore so you have to go. Don’t just…disappear from him while seeking out everyone else? What in the immaturity…

I am a bad person for laughing at Mut’s tears. But c’mon. This is just…too much. Just talk to him man. Just talk to him without trying to force your feelings on him or make him share what he’s feeling. My god. The DRAMA.

???? Boy you got a tattoo on your neck to remind you of him??? Which is it????

MAME really thought she did something with this drama. She really thought some message is landing here. It’s not. I’m bored. Just let them get together again so this can be over with my god.

A flashback to when Mut literally broke into Rak’s room…wait those aren’t the right words. He didn’t need to break in because HE HAD THE KEY when he should NOT have had the key.

Why the fuck did that get a romanticized flashback? Invading someone’s privacy is not romantic y’all what the fuck.

Well. That was a show. That I watched. Honestly, out of all of MAME’s offerings it was simultaneously the best and the worst. There was no sexual assault (that I am aware of, again I skipped episode 8). So that’s a plus. It is, however, the laziest writing I have seen from a BL in a long time. Is it a good show? No. Is it a good BL? No. Is it a good MAME show? Eh. Depends on the metrics. The story had structural issues as well as pacing issues. The cinematography needed work and that’s not something I am typically capable of noticing. The sound mixing was some of the worst I’ve heard in a BL. At least lately. The acting was fine. Actually, can someone give these actors some better roles for the love of god???? All of this to say. I am glad ViMook isn’t officially canon and I hope that Mook is able to get away from Vi cause that girl is awful. The end.

[evelyne-am]

24th March

Day 11

I am the worst, last night before Ramadan I did my fair share of partying. Barely did any work (actually I didn’t do any), stayed up sort of late again, and woke up feeling like absolute shit. Dragged myself to rehearsal today. It's the first day of Ramadan. I really wanted to fast but I told myself that I will see how it goes during rehearsals, if I really need water I will drink it but today I was 100% sure there was no way I could fast. I was fairly Sleep deprived for fourth day in a row and dehydrated. Maybe not in so many details, but I got called out on it. (When I arrived I had gone early so I could work on the little bit of the song that I had left to compose, but I see that on Fridays the admin people do not come early to let us in; so in front of Sir I was struggling for notes I made something on the spot and of course he understood). It was a backhanded compliment actually, everyone has kind of been drooping especially now that we have a more choreography based play, the fourth version that I think is now pretty much the final. but Sir says, Armeen was the one working hardest, and even she has lost it. I feel a bit shit. What is wrong with you Armeen why are you losing your focus after seven days only ?. This is exactly what you wanted in your life: a fully consumed fully immersed purpose that goes beyond fame and recognition and all other things. The Grammy involvement m, the post pandemic gigs, it was all amazing, but it requires someone very centred and focused to deal with that level of being out there. And I was not at all centred and focused. That is my goal for the year to be more ready for when big and little things happen and this is exactly what I wanted. But my old self who is a bit used to indulging is giving in. Rehearsal went okay, we’re in the Friday room, the small room. But today it doesn’t feel that bad. Sir actually went to a meeting for the second half mostly, so I guess there’s a bit of breathing space for us to correct things without fear. We improvised a whole new scene before he came and he seemed okay with it. Lots of choreography to remember, I can’t tell you how much I’m loving the choreography. doing physical things with my body is really something I enjoy, I don’t get to do it that much through music because I’m so focused on the voice in my head and remembering lyrics and music tunes, but there is something about physically remembering your cues in your physical role in a visual thing which is so new for me and I love it so much. We haven’t done our physical exercises in awhile, and today sir Did tell us that our posture and awareness are drooping so we did a little bit again. The team complains to me about my drinking diet Cokes in the break. And I say I don’t even like it I actually despise the taste of Diet Coke but is the only bit of caffeine that I can actually ingest in my body because I don’t do coffee and I don’t have time to make cup of tea. The breaks are so short and these days getting shorter as I have tasks to do before I go for my bit of fresh air. I’m just about to get up and walk about the field (Fridays we rehearse in the ground floor room in another building so break time is right next to the field of ShilpokolA) when Sharm hands me a cup of tea she made for me. That gesture melts my heart

We are very slowly progressing through the play but everything is having unique music and the director looks at me at the end when I apologise for not having prepared this song he told me to. He says that’s okay he took a day, you will work tonight yes, I say yes of course.

I’ve already planned a small personal life social thing, and I really want to do it so I quickly get myself up so that I am able to pull through the night. I did a really long walk at the park and even took a 10 minute swim and hairdo. Took a nap and towards the end of the night I’ve got a few of the technical work things done. I still have not done anything majorly creative of my own accord. And I plan that I want to have more space to do that, my weekend i.e. my Sunday night and Monday day I thought I would do social thing, but I’ve already done them this week so I decide to keep it open, I have Coca-Cola on Saturday so Sunday and Monday I will work a bit more on the music. i’m still sleeping really late and waking up barely in time for rehearsal, not that healthy but for some reason my body is getting used to it and I’m not struggling as much as I did before. But I’m really glad it’s Ramadan, it puts me in a mood, and I attempt to actually do a water fast tomorrow which means I only drink water and nothing else. Thanks for reading daily, I know it’s a lot of mundane things. I think I will try to summarise once a week too.

[barkbarkboy]

MCR tragic backstory? why not. might as well

imagine if you will a gay little egg who was edgy and hated being mainstream. grew up in a sheltered home and spent way too much time roleplaying with weirdos online, trying to find and express their identity for the first time. i realized i was bi as hell and was forced out of the closet about it (a story for another time). i finally work up to getting ~1 irl friend (my since-highschool bestie) who introduces me to a few songs (wttbp, na na na, teenagers, i don't love you, all the basics). happen to get into homestuck and happen to meet a bunch of nerds who actually know what my cosplay is (karkat. of course) start talking to one of them about music, first thing he says is "i like MCR", and at this time i ONLY understand them from this point of view: i know people look down on emo music and think its cringe. BUT. i like all kinds of music, like, my taste is just a hodge podge of everything. any music can be beautiful, i really believe that. so i told him i'd maybe check them out one day! 1 adhd diagnosis later and i'm rebuilding my life after a pretty traumatic situation and a breakup, and i start hyperfixating on strange aeons' MCR 2022 tour video. seeing this enby dressing alternatively on stage really intrigued me. i've been invited to stuff like drag shows before, but never really understood the appeal. its great, but not for me. but this was waayyy more up my alley and the little speeches they gave on stage and how silly they were, but how deeply they thought and how seriously they took issues started drawing me in more. around november i listened to bullets and revenge and revenge still has a giant chokehold on me. its my favorite album hands down.

after this, i took a long break and obsessed over other things for a while, but i came back to that video with a powerful desire to learn more and more about the band. i listened to tbp even though i was really scared it would trigger me (cancer sucks) and came out okay. i've memorized the entirety of dr. death defying's speech and it lives rent free in my head when i wake up. and now i'm making my way through CW. i've had tons of people try to convert me and it gone nowhere but this MCR video really was an easy digestible way to do it, and i think its amazing that she got to share this with the world. thanks father strange, you are so so epic. i just came out to my family as trans last year, and this band has not only helped with that immensely, but also that video. seeing someone not be afraid to be themselves, be unapologetically queer and gnc, its really inspired me to be my best self, no matter what. it taught me you're not really living life if you're living it for others, unable to be yourself and be happy.

[drewharrisonwriter]

The End

Here's another original story.

I wrote this in 2013.

This was inspired by something that happened to me nearly a decade ago now. But since this was told from a man's perspective, I consider this as fiction, LOL!

You can find my other original works and fan fictions on this masterlist.

Pedro Pascal GIF for my deluluness.

No one could tell the story leading to how it all ended; not even I, who had been so deeply in love with you then, know what changed your mind.

As far as I know, we understood that whatever we were, we'd still be together; even if the universe did not want us to, we would still hold each other's hand and fight for whatever kind of love we had. But like a child in a haze in class, all I heard was the bell signaling the end of the day, clueless of what had previously happened before it had ended.

Unprepared for what reality has to offer.

I'm not the kind who gives a lecture or vomits thoughts on love as if everything revolves around it, no.

You were a believer of true love, and I-well, I was just fascinated by the thought of it. You believe in love though you try so hard to conceal it; you made me believe that true love exists without you knowing it, bringing me down to my knees, turning me into its salvation.

And with you, for a moment, I have seen and been into paradise, and I like how it feels and tastes.

Now I sit here, recalling the last time I held your hand, the last time I kissed your lips, and the last time we made love… It was a Saturday, and we walked around town hand in hand with stupid smiles on our faces.

I remember how the cold October wind lightly blew your hair as you pulled it out of a tight bun, how your hair smelled like lavender, and how you lightly squint when you're sleepy.

Right then and there, I knew I wanted to keep you for good, especially when you allowed me to bask in your thoughts of me and us. I must admit that I have finally thought of settling down, and I want to settle down with you.

For the first time in my life, I wanted to do things right with a woman; I was ready to let the other go as you had left your previous lover the morning after we made love for the first time.

You were magnificent in my eyes. I adored you, and that is something I do not do.

Adore someone…anyone.

I remember the sound of your laugh, the look of genuine joy on your face whenever you laugh, and how sadness and tears could turn you into someone different. You would not sob, the tears would just fall, and your beautiful eyes that once gleamed in joy will be suddenly filled with pain.

Such a look of yours made me want to wrap my arms around you, soothe and kiss you. I have seen you in your best days, and I have seen you in your worse, yet I still feel the same, even stronger, if I may say.

I love you.

I love every bit of you and everything about you. I wish I could tell you that right now, but it's too late.

I'm too late.

Now I wonder if I had told you earlier, would it be me holding those hands, and would I be the one you would wait to come home every day?

I chuckled as these could have been's crossed my mind.

For you, like my music, came into my life and touched my heart like nothing else in this world could ever do or make me feel.

All is fair in love, even the agony it brings, but that is something you choose not to believe and understand.

As I sit here, I look at you from a distance.

I remember that this is exactly how it was when I saw you for the first time. I find it ironically funny and painful at the same time that you left me the exact way you came into my life.

[evermorehqs]

CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Remington Darroze is based on Remy from Ratatouille. He is a 31 year old gifted human, chef, and uses he/him pronouns. He has the power of enhanced senses. Remy is portrayed by Jeremy Allen White and he is taken.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

There are people in the world who are perfectly content with going through life with everything around them being a little dull. Things being fine. Remy has never been that kind of person. His senses heightened everything around him, experiencing life on a ten no matter what it was - the feeling of rain on his skin, the sound of music pumping from speakers and taste? Taste was everything. How it tickled his tongue, creating symphonies and fireworks between every synapse in his brain. When he tried to talk to his dad and his brother about what he was experiencing, neither one of them could wrap their heads around it, they thought he was strange. Odd. It didn’t take long for him to realize that this was some kind of gift - and also a curse. He didn’t fit in with the streets he grew up on, he wasn’t content with being given the bare minimum and thanking someone for it. None of them could understand him and they definitely couldn’t understand his love for cooking. Where he came from, sneaking and stealing was the norm but not for Remy.

Learning how to cook behind his family’s back was a challenge but one that he put his heart and soul into. They might not have understood him but there was no other option in his mind. He wanted this more than anything, he wanted to share his gift with people who appreciated a well-made meal. Who wanted tastes to dance on their tongue the way it did on his. Was he classically trained? No but every kitchen who gave him a chance were better off for it. He continued to learn and grow, knowing he was only one shot away from having his own restaurant and living his dream. Then he woke up. Evermore was not a place he had ever been or seen before but somehow he’d been transported from Paris. Always one who found their way around difficult situations with a determination, Remy figured now was the time to open his restaurant with the help of Linguini, take advantage of the chaos and finally make his dream come true. People might want to get out of Evermore, but he’s more than content for now with staying put.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Henry Cogsworth: One of Remy’s favorite taste testers in town. Their friendship is an easy going on and he kind of reminds him of his brother in certain ways

❀ Anya Romonav: She’s worked at Gusteau’s before playing piano and he’s been distracted with how good she is, wishing he could convince her to take up a permanent place

❀ Emily Décès: There is something inherently otherworldly about Emily that Remy is both drawn to and a little afraid of. He likes her and wishes there was something he could do to help

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

[corcnaiism]

attentively  did  he  listen  to  the  full  song,  picking  up  cues  here  &  there  that  he’s  heard  in  other  songs  with  similar  rhythm  &  pace.  in  his  mind,  he  pieced  together  what  he  could  hear  &  envisioned  the  music  tabs  sliding  across  his  fingers.  might  not  be  precise  as  he  would  have  to  listen  to  the  song  at  full  volume  a  couple  of  times,  but  now  he  wished  he  carried  his  guitar  in  order  to  not  lose  the  groove  he  currently  was  experiencing.  

but  noooooooo.  he  decided  it  was  the  perfect  day  to  go  fishing  instead.  

stupid.

once  the  song  finished,  noctis  scrimmed  through  the  comments  sections  to  see  what  others  had  to  say  &,  for  the  most  part,  a  lot  of  it  was  overwhelmingly  positive.  it  made  him  think  about  what  others  may  think  of  him  &  his  band  if  they  ever  decided  to  expand  their  horizons,  but  negativity  wasn’t  something  he  knew  he  could  handle  at  the  moment,  so  perhaps  it  was  better  they  kept  it  on  the  low.  besides,  their  band  was  more  so  just  a  hobby  of  theirs  &  not  a  real  job,  so  it  wouldn’t  hinder  them  a  lot  if  they  didn’t  make  it  big.  

it  was  better  that  way.

　　❛  damn,  that  was  metal  as  fuck.  i  really  need  to  —  ❜ 

just  as  noctis  was  about  to  put  his  phone  away,  he  received  a  message  from  the  one  person  he  has  been  waiting  to  hear  from,  &  his  eyes  glowed  a  lighter  shade.  he  completely  dropped  his  train  of  thought  in  order  to  read  the  message  &  respond  to  it,  &  if  he  had  been  sitting  down,  his  legs  would  be  swinging  like  a giggling  school  girl.  

　　[  ignis  ]:  My  apologies  for  the  late  response.  I  was  in  the  middle  of  a  meeting.  Do  you  still  want  me  to  pick  you  up?

　　[  noctis  ]:  yes  plz  and  ty.  i’m  inside  a  convenience  store  atm  bc  it’s  just  too  fucking  hot

　　　　　　—  location  sent  —

　　　　　　i’ll  be  waiting,  handsome  ;)

　　[  ignis  ]:  I’ll  be  there  in  a  few.  Do.  Not.  Go.  Anywhere.  Like  you  always  do.  I  don’t  want  to  go  searching  for  you  in  this  heat.  You  will  have  to  find  another  way  to  get  back  home  if  you  so  much  as  move  an  inch.  Understood?

　　[  noctis  ]:  damn  you’d  abandon  me  like  that  ??  :(

　　　　　　but  yeah  yeah  no  worries

　　　　　　too  hot  for  me  to  go  anywhere  anyways

　　　　　　thanks  <3

once  the  final  message  had  been  sent,  noctis  shoved  his  phone  inside  his  pocket  &  found  his  seat  once  more  on  the  bench  the  two  had  been  sitting  on.  he  was  relieved  he  wouldn’t  have  to  actually  move  anywhere  to  pass  the  time,  considering  it  shouldn’t  be  long  before  ignis  arrived.  he  looked  back  at  amala  with  a  sly  smile  as  his  brain  tried  to  recollect  where  his  thoughts  had  been  dropped  before  the  interruption  occurred.

　　❛  you  know,  i  forgot  what  i  was  going  to  say.  umm  .  .  .  oh  well.  but  hey,  it’s  nice  to  meet  someone  else  who  has  a  good  taste  in  music.  monodramatic  is  the  shit,  &  i’m  still  just  so  sad  i  had  to  miss  them.  i’ll  have  to  give  them  more  of  a  listen  &  maybe  do  covers  of  some  of  their  songs.  that’d  be  neat.  ❜

luckily for the both of them, the store clerk is now sitting down and absorbed in one of those trashy gossip tabloids, and doesn't seem to care very much about the two of them still being there. amala's relieved for that--if she had to go out in this heat again in the next few minutes, she might scream.

"i'm not a musician in the slightest, so i can't say too much, but she sings in an almost opera-like fashion and is also hitting some smooth low notes during the chorus, which i think is pretty cool," amala replies, shifting a little tilting her head at noctis. it seems that he's got some music experience, and not just the oh i played in middle school band type. genuine, proper experience like someone who still plays music regularly has.

they don't say this much, but that's pretty cool.

even though they don't do it too often, amala likes to sing. and not in a professional sense, like the people that they've seen perform at clubs and smallish venues frequently (and are good, in their mind), more of the singing-in-the-shower type. as a kid, amala's mom had put her in choir for a bit, and while they enjoyed belting out songs like nobody's business, some of the other kids there were stuck-up snobs that made it all unbearable.

watching noctis search up something on his phone before listening to what she soon realizes is the same song that they were just talking about makes amala feel kind of warm and fuzzy inside. it's been a while since they've just been able to chat about their favorite with someone, considering that red has gotten much busier with work and therapy and uttara is more of a classical music guy and is technically a client of hers.

"honestly, the only way i'd call someone a fake fan of monodramatic is if they haven't even listened to even one of their songs and yet talks about 'em like they know about them, so you're all good." they wave a hand in the air, mimicking a gesture that they've seen people do in conversations that they just...picked up, somewhere. "just because fools and foes is their most popular album doesn't mean it's not a good piece of their work."

[alreadyblondenow]

A not so Cinderella story

“I’m the only one in this room that knows you don’t have panties underneath this beautiful dress”

Pairing: football play! Jeno Lee x female cheerleader! reader

Genre: SMUT, FLUFF, enemies to lovers

WC: 4,507k

Warnings: mentions of food, as requested the reader here is a cheerleader so the character is fit. Please dont come at me. Public oral sex (female receiving) (inside school classroom), swearing, unprotected sex, mentions of rough sex, the sex was just inspired by Diggity Jeno hahaha, a lot of cliché moments here, mentions of bruises and dislocated bones (bc athletes) NOTHING DESCRIPTIVE IT WAS JUST MENTIONED

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD. I’ll fix it once I get my internet connection back. Part of Request Party. Also Jeno has been wrecking me lately.

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Peanut butter and jelly. That’s the perfect way to describe you and Lee Jeno.

The famous sandwich is known with its unbalancing tastes of flavors where the tastes of peanut butter and jam always fights in your mouth, but that’s what makes it so delicious. Something so unfit, unbalanced, contradicts, but still they’re better together. And just like the sandwich, you and Jeno are two different mixing flavors.

As the captain of the football team, and you as the captain of the squad, people around you expect that you ‘mix’ well with each other to the point that they expect you to be dating by this time.

“Nope. Not gonna happen. I hate him, he hates me. Let’s just accept that,” you whine to your friends as they ask you to take Jeno as your date for the dance this weekend. “It’s an exciting masquerade party, please let me enjoy my night without that dick ruining it,”

“And speaking of Jeno’s dick. Look at the size of that... Mmm,” one of your friends said and pointed to the side of the field where the football team are practicing and Lee Jeno’s shorts are just... so thin that his big dick is obvious.

“RIP to that pussy he’s fucking after dance...” another one comments.

“Okay, continue your drooling after practice. I need your full attention now. Let’s go! Move your asses!”

And just like that the captain in you is out in no time, earning respect from your friends and even impressing the guys from the football team. Of course everyone admired your leadership, skills and well... hot body. That’s why Jeno’s focus is nowhere to found the moment he heard you shouting from across the field and seeing your nice ass and-

“You can always say that you like her,” Jaemin disturbs Jeno’s thoughts with heavy breathing, sweating handsomely and waving at the students who calls him.

“Yeah, It’s not that simple,” Jeno said.

“Psh. Of course it is. HEY Y/N!!!! JENO SAYS YOU’RE SEXY!”

Jeno’s eyes went big and tried stopping Jaemin but its too late. You heard him already. Everyone, heard him.

“Stop staring at my ass Jeno, go back to practice” you said sternly and rolled your eyes at him. That was hot, Jeno thought.

You see, just like peanut butter and Jelly, you’re two different amazing beings. Each has unique personalities and charm, but you can’t see the good things in Jeno because you’re always blinded by his cocky attitude. But for Jeno, whenever you’re mad at him, annoyed to the core or whenever you talk back at him, he always finds it sexy. Until one day he fell for you, by just looking at you long and hard one perfect afternoon at the cafeteria while you’re busy reading something.

As the school dance commence and everyone had unique masks on their faces tonight, to be honest you quite enjoy it because somehow you feel invisible. You don’t feel popular and people are just so comfortable with talking to you, not knowing that you’re Y/n. And the only people who knew it was you was of course your friends, and you are having a great time.

“She’s the one wearing a white ball gown,” Jaemin whispers to Jeno under the loud party music and howling teenagers, “you owe me captain, it’s not that easy to make her friends talk,”

“Psh. Of course it is, you’re Na Jaemin,” Jeno pats his friend’s shoulder as a thanks and walked towards you with a smile in his face. Confident that you won’t shoo him away because you don’t know that he’s Jeno.

“Looks like I found my princess,” he said with all his might. Looking so handsome and perfect even with his mask on. You can’t help but accept the compliment and flirt back. So you turned towards him, flashing a big and excited smile and so thrilled that someone finally had the guts to call you princess.

“I thought you’d never show up! Now, dance with me!” you reached for his hand and the masked prince immediately twirled you.

Everything was suddenly beyond perfect that you felt like every second was a beautiful well written scene in a fairytale book.

It’s the way he holds you while dancing, telling you the right words that goes straight to your heart and immediately give you a smile. A kind of smile that only the right person can give you. But of course, you don’t know that yet.

As the night became even more perfect for the two of you, not knowing each other’s names just makes everything more thrilling and interesting but you promised to each other to stay true to each other when the clock strikes midnight and everyone has to take off their masks.

And to maximize the fun, you and Jeno ended up making out in one of the empty classrooms while everyone is busy dancing and enjoying the program. And by the way, it was a passionate kiss, not like those innocent kissing-a-stranger type of kiss that you see in movies. You both didn’t care at that moment whether you know each other or not.

“Fuck- I have to go back before midnight, I kind of... have an important duty during the event,” you said. Careful not to tell him that the captain of the cheerleading squad is needed to crown the voted prom queen.

“Understood,” Jeno says because he is the one crowning the voted prom king. “Does your lips always tastes sweet?” he asked with a very sexy tone, lifting you effortlessly with his incredible strength and making you sit on the desk. He reaches dow to your dress and went under it, completely startling you with the way he holds your thighs and kiss your knee, inner thighs, until he reaches your clothed pussy. Kissing the wet center and drownig with the feeling of his tongue shamelessly ruining your panties.

Bravely, Jeno removed your panties without breaking the soft kisses he’s giving you, putting your panties straight in his pocket for safe keeping and to make sure that you have no choice but to go back to him after midnight.

“Oh fuck-“ you moaned softly, covering your own mouth while the man in between your legs is giving you kitten licks on your pussy but intensifying everything when he spread your folds and focused on your clit. Licking it fast and kissing it like it it was your lips. It was unbearable, and this time two hands are covering your mouth to muffle you moans because you knew that what you’re doing right now can jeopardize your cheerleading career.

“Close- ooh, fuck. Right there please, faster. Ahh!”

You don’t know but Jeno is smiling right now, happy and contented that he get to do this with you. And in a matter of seconds, your legs are shaking and wanting to be closed so bad, but Jeno is giving you oral like he had never licked a pussy in a year and stopped your legs from closing to torture you further with his tongue.

Then suddenly, you heard your name being called and you made Jeno stop and quickly went down from the desks with weak legs, not having any other choice but to face everyone even after having a nice orgasm just a few minutes earlier.

You feel sorry for your prince of course because you literally kicked him and bolted away without any other words, not even a smile.

“Sorry I’m late, I was in the comfort room handling my tummy ache,” you cleared your throat and did what you had to do. A few minutes later, Jeno is now crowing the voted prom king and you didn’t bother looking at him because you knew he will look so handsome tonight. So you just stood there in the corner of the stage focusing on your weak legs, and feel Jeno stood beside you afterwards. Watching the the prom king and queen dance at the corner, both with tired smile and hearts yearning to be with each other again, suddenly Jeno spoke to you.

“I’m the only one in this room that knows you don’t have panties underneath this beautiful dress” he whispered beside you with a small smirk that only you can notice.

And the moment you lift your head to face him, you see you le prince.

Jeno is your prince. The prince who just gave you a mind blowing orgasm just a few minutes back.

“Lee Jeno- what the fuck. What have you done,” you said quietly, trying to control your reactions in front of the entire school.

“Date me and I’ll give it back to you”

“No thanks, you can keep it- just please dont tell anyone what happened to us.”

And just like that both of your happy endings are cancelled for the night. He felt broken, you felt guilty. But he can’t just finish this night without a fight.

“Fine. At least let me drive you home” he said bitterly.

“Fine”

The drive was quiet as expected. No one saw you get inside Jeno’s car, you made sure of it. To be honest you wanted to apologize to him for the kick earlier, but you figured it will make everything even more awkward. So forget it.

When he had finally pulled in front of your house, neither of you started moving as if you didn’t want this night to end badly than it already is.

“I had a great time...” you started, hoping that it’s okay to even say ‘thank you’

“Can’t you see that I’m trying my best here?” he said and it turned quiet again, “I like you Y/n,”

“Are you sure?” Are the only words that came out from you.

“A hundred percent sure. If you don’t let me date you even just for a short period of time to prove my feelings to you... I might cry while driving home,”

“And that’s fucking dangerous. Okay okay,” you were panicking at this moment “I accept your offer. Please, just drive safe. You’re making me nervous,”

Jeno smiled from ear to ear upon hearing your decision. Even though you didn’t actually accepted his offer because you wanted to date him too,it’s fine. Jeno is willing to work hard for you.

Day after day Jeno ask you if you’re free for the most awaited date but you try so hard to avoid him. It was not easy to hide your ‘relationship’ and to be honest it’s starting to annoy you.

One awful day after practice, it was the weekend and only the squad and the football team is in campus for practice. It was a tough and ugly day, so you decided to wait for everyone to finish showering before you start cleaning yourself.

The water was nice and the warm feeling of the showers just relaxes you to the max and enjoy the running water. You take this opportunity to sort out your thoughts...but someone disturbed your peace again.

You feel him hold you by the waist and encircle his arms around it, head rests by the crook of your neck and even by just feeling his embrace, you knew that Jeno is tired too. That he had a bad day too and you didn’t want to make things worst for the both of you.

“The door was open, I locked it for you” he said quietly. The tiredness was even obvious through the way he speaks.

And knowing that Jeno is using you to comfort himself, you just let him do what he wants as a way to give back to the comfort and company that he’s giving you now.

Wet kisses were place on your shoulder and neck, his strong arms kept you close to him until your ass is so close to his cock that it’s poking your ass cheeks but you just let it be. To be honest you love the feeling of what’s happening now, you feel so close to Jeno just like the night during the dance.

You turned around to face him, only to find his face full of dirt from practice, exhausted expression and silence. He was never silent when he’s around you, and that’s how you confirmed that it was indeed a bad day.

“Want to talk about it?” You offered and Jeno just rests his forehead on yours, letting the water run through your naked bodies. Hands all over each other, no funny business just providing comfort. You took initiative to clean his face with your soap and pour shampoo on his hair, washing it gently as he lets you do what you want.

And finally, you see a hint of smile from his face and you cant help but to smile back.

You didn’t do anything stupid in the showers with Jeno, you just literally had shower with him while he keeps you close but it felt that you did something so intimate together. Like a couple who passionately had sex in bed.

After cleaning yourselves Jeno reached for your towel and wrapped you nicely, looking at your boobs without feeling ashamed because you’re looking at his cock too. If it was a normal day, you’d have sex right then and there, but you both don’t want it as of the moment.

“Wait here don’t get dressed yet,” he said when you’re back in the locker rooms.

And when he came back still wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, he dropped on bended knee as if he’s going to propose. But instead of reaching for your hand he reached for your leg, and made you wear the underwear that he took from you during the dance. “I washed it myself,” he said and placed a quick soft kiss on your waist before he gets up.

It was a sweet gesture. Not normal, but it was sweet and you liked it. He got up, turned his back and left you to finish putting your clothes. You wonder if he’ll wait for you outside because truth be told you don’t want this to end yet.

After you finish drying your hair and making yourself decent again, hoping that someone is waiting for you outside already. You saw Jeno waiting for you outside the school beside his car, looking so handsome on fresh new clothes with the cutest smile. Of course he waited.

“How was your day?” he finally asked you.

“Bad,” you answered and took a big bite on your hotdog sandwich. “I pushed my team so hard today that everyone just hated me during practice,”

“Same thing happened to me, me and Haechan almost got into a fight in the middle of practice earlier. I guess this what happens when we don’t practice at the same place,” he joked but his intentions were cute. “I’m not sure if were going to win this season. If we don’t, I would have to wave goodbye to my dream college”

“Jeno, we’re aiming at the same college, and knowing what they look for an athlete, it’s impossible that you won’t get scouted. I mean, you’re the reason why we keep winning. College football is no joke, so hang in there just do your best”

“College cheerleading is no joke either, you have to get in for me. I’m not taking cheers from a stranger it had to be you,” he made you giggle and let out small laughs that echoes around his car. You just nod at him and wiped the ketchup from his lips.

“Thank you and I’m sorry I’m always an asshole when it comes to you,” you said perfectly ruining the mood but Jeno did not let that happen.

“And for someone who used to hate each other, we sure are better when we work together,” he said, leaning closer to you for a kiss that you didn’t avoid. “Watch me win you fair and square,”

You smiled at what he said and returned the kiss to shut him up. And the next thing you know, you’re making out with Lee Jeno in his car in the middle of an empty fast food parking lot.

“You’re the first boy I ever kissed, Jeno, and I want you to be the last.... I mean you’re the first sincere kiss-“

“I get it, I get it,” he said and continue kissing you again.

After that fateful day, you’ve been each other’s rocks and support system. Meeting under the bleachers, showering last so you could shower in peace together after every weekend practice, and have secret dates whenever you want to. It was a beautiful time even though you’re not yet officially together. And that proper date he was meaning to give you, finally happened and you feel bad for avoiding this amazing moment to happen.

“Okay, I think we should stop” Jeno cut the kiss when you’re both getting too carried away. Knowing that his parents are away and you have the house all for yourselves just makes everything even more dangerous now. But instead of stopping you pushed him on his bed and went on top of him. Putting both of your legs on each of his sides and earning a cute giggle from him. “Alright, if this is what you wanted”

Jeno then traded places with you, putting you beneath him effortlessly and kissing every exposed skin he sees while slowly lifting your shirt and unclasping your bra effortlessly. Cupping your boobs and kneading them gently while he makes you crazy with his touch and the way his tongue swipes on your lips and dominates the kiss with that powerful tongue.

When he removed his shirt, you expected to see a very hot body, a perfectly sculpted abs, and his strong arms. You were prepared to see that. What you didn’t expect to see were the scars and bruises he got from practice and from his past games.

“Hey, don’t mind the scars. They don’t hurt anymore,” he reached for your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. Even though his body was all ruined like this, he looks so happy in life and this current moment. You then realized that Jeno is more than football and his cocky attitude. He’s a man who loves the game and is willing to do everything for his dream.

And that.... fucking turned you on that you attacked him with kisses and quickly removed your pants, Jeno did the same with quick movements until you’re both wearing only your underwear and ready to do it for the first time. He was the first one to remove his boxers briefs and thats the time when you remember how your friends drooled over Jeno’s big dick. It was true.

And that’s going inside you. Every inch of that veiny, thick cock of Jeno.

He removed your panties next, kissing your legs as he swiftly pull it down you thighs and expose your pussy to him. Whispering sweet words, comforting and filthy ones to balance this beautiful moment. You smiled when he pulled away from kissing you and finally lining his cock to your entrance.

Pumping his cock in between your opened legs and in front of your wet pussy, he started to tease you with the tip of his thick cock. Up and down, Jeno made you feel how raw he’s going to fuck you tonight. He started kissing and touching your body, slowly pushing in your tight hole and stealing your breath away, making you breath so heavily and grip his strong shoulders as he oh so slowly put his entire cock inside you.

“Does it feel nice?” You struggled talking but you managed to let out decent words. He nodded and rolled his hips, making you both moan and hold each other tightly. That’s how nice Jeno feels around you.

He gave you a few gentle thrust, stretching you good so won’t get hurt when he starts fucking you hard. You watch his cock go in and out of your pussy, and you can’t help but feel proud that it fits perfectly. “I love seeing your smile,” he said when he caught you smiling. He kisses the top of your breast, softly and just making you feel crazy with his soft lips around your nipples. Suck it good and twirling his hot tongue around it until your nipples are hard and swollen.

You didn’t notice that he has been fucking and giving you harder and faster thrust that his bed is starting to creak so bad and your bodies are slightly bouncing from the mattress. The pleasure was so nice especially its you that he’s fucking now, that his mind just went blank and started kissing your breast wildly which made you part your lips and furrow your brows. You then reached for him because you can’t take the pleasure anymore and made him kiss your lips instead.

But just as you thought that the he will go slow, no. When his chest hit your breast, and you’re now bodies to bodies that he’s putting his entire weight on top of you, Jeno became wild again and pinned your legs on the mattress and started fucking you hard.

Thrust and thrust you feel the impact on every inch of your body, and feeling the sting and hurt on your cunt as he continues to fuck you so good and the pleasure did not stopped from there. He lifted your left leg, using your flexibility wisely and placing your leg on his shoulders, earning a kiss on your leg when he saw that you got excited with the new position.

Jeno went back to fucking you again, putting his left thumb on your clit to draw small circles while his other hand is holding your leg safely as he fucks you good again.

“Jeno- ahh! Fuck, not on the pill” you informed him with heavy breaths and delicious groans. Gripping his sheets tightly as you slowly feel your orgasm build up and made your toes curl. Pushing Jeno away and closing your legs immediately so could curl in a ball and enjoy your orgasm. You didn’t noticed that he came on your body the moment he pulled out, painting your skin with his hot and thick cum.

Suddenly it was quiet and only your heavy breaths can be heard.

“Sorry about that,” he apologized immediately and placed soft kisses on your shoulders while you still curl and shiver.

“No it’s perfectly fine,” you reached to him for a kiss and then Jeno proceeded to cleaning up his mess. Kissing your sensitive body while he wipes it and putting you both in the mood again for a second round, but stopped yourselves and just enjoy the night while you talk naked in his bed.

“Can you please play more safely? I see you go to the nurse’s wing every after game, but I never understood why until now. I though it’s just simple bruises.... and not, dislocated bones and-“ He cut you off with a soft giggle and caught him blushing like crazy. Who is this man? Is this really Lee Jeno? “What?” You added.

“Nothing. You’re just so cute when you worry for me. I remember back then you told me you wish I break my ankles during one of our morning practice because we had the field that day first,”

“Yeah... I’m sorry about that. You’re just so, annoying sometimes and I just hate you so much,” you gave him a hug as a sorry for what you said back then, which he gladly accepted and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“How about now? Do you still hate me now?” He squeezed you butt cheek to remind you of what happened earlier and how you loved every second of it.

“I most definitely, still hate you Jeno Lee” but of course, Jeno did not buy it and started kissing you again. Touching all the right places and whispering the right words. Until you two fucked again that night and he had to drive you home a little later that usual. This was the first night that you realized, you never wanted to be apart from Jeno.

“Y/n,” he called you just before you enter your house. You turned around to face him and gave him a sweet smile.

“Jeno Lee?”

“I love you,”

“I love you too,”

And just like that he made your heart jump again without any warning. Leaving you safely and driving away from you with both happy hearts.

When Jeno’s most awaited game finally came, by this time around you’re both still seeing each other secretly.

“There’s my favorite cheerleader,” he grabs you by the waist and admire you in your cheer uniform. You rolled your eyes at him and raked his long hair away from his face. Reminding him to play safely tonight.

“Win for this pussy,” you said with a smirk. You haven’t had sex with Jeno for some time now because he was so focused with practice and you think, tonight is just perfect.

But the handsome guy has something more in mind, “uh uh, Im winning for something else, this game is big I need a motivation,”

“Well, name it lover boy and I’m happy to give it,”

“Your heart. If we win this game we will be officially together and of course, the sex is just a bonus. What do you say? My place?” he’s waiting for an answer that will give him the energy that he will need all throughout the game.

You kissed him on the lips and encircled your arms around him and said, “Deal” then placed another one, “Now go win because I don’t want to spend my life with anyone else”

“You just had to set the bar high right before a game, huh?” He smirked and asked for another kiss. Completely transferring your balm to his soft, addicting lips.

Of course you and Jeno were excited and all for the thrill that night. The game wasn’t easy to win, but he worked hard inside the field while you worked hard outside the field, making sure that the people will have faith to Jeno until the end of the game, win or lose.

And speaking of win or lose, of course you’ll still make him your boyfriend after tonight. You just couldn’t let his heart break two times in one night.

But no worries, because as you wave your pompoms and screamed for Jeno’s name to take the winning shot, everyone celebrated with you.

“THAT’S MY BOYFRIEND!!!” You shamelessly shouted and came running towards to Jeno together with the others and Jeno caught you in his strong arms and lifted you off the ground. Kissing you in front of everyone which made their jaws drop.

That night, you have never been so flirty around Jeno, and he had never been this sweet to you. Maybe, you two were just holding it in and now that nothing is stopping you, you’re ready to love each other with everything you got.