#so. yes. two albums. like twelve times each

[sweetdreamsjeff]

Conference Call: Jeff Buckley interviews Esquivel

Barney Hoskyns, MOJO, Summer 1996

Take a ride on the mood music elevator as MOJO’s favourite young lion Jeff Buckley enjoys a transcontinental chinwag with space-age septuagenarian Esquivel.

Jeff Buckley: Senor Esquivel, when was the first time you discovered what you could do in a studio — like the xylophone that you put through a echo chamber and swung from side to side in the mix?

Esquivel: Well, you see, all this is the result of many hours of rehearsing with my Mexican band, some forty or fifty years ago. I was approached by a very successful Mexican comedian who came to me and told me, Juan, I want you to write music for my programme. I told him I didn’t have time to write the music for his scripts, and so he said, "That’s good, because I don’t have the time to write my scripts!" What I propose is this, he said: Why don’t we go to the sponsor of the show and we’ll ask him to give you 12 hours of rehearsal, and that way you’ll be able to write and rehearse the music at the same time. I said sure, wonderful.

So as you heard the music in your head you gave it to the band and they wrote it down?

Yes. I gave each one of the musicians a piece of paper and a pencil and an eraser. And I made notations. I ask the trombonist, can you make this shape? And he says, no I can’t, because I would have to go from the seventh position to the second, which is practically impossible -

So he had to change his mouth, play more wildly -

Yes. And then I went to the trumpets and the saxophones and the guitars. At that time in Mexico I had an orchestra of 40 musicians.

Tell me about the steel guitarist you had.

At that time I didn’t have a steel guitarist, I had just a regular guitar. But I had built a kind of Hawaiian-American guitar that had to be played with a metal bar -

Like an acoustic lap-steel –

Yes. And I remember the guy who played this guitar was so nervous. He sweat a lot.

Do you sweat a lot?

No, because I just wrote the arrangements. But this particular guy, it took him about three months to learn one album.

How long did you live in Hollywood?

Let me see, from 1957 all the way to 1978.

When you got called to Hollywood, who called you?

I got first approached by RCA, and they asked me how long it would take me to write twelve arrangements. I said twelve months, because in Mexico the musicians didn’t have the ability that they have nowadays. Each arrangement I had to rehearse with the voices one by one.

Your attention to detail is considerable, and it keeps the mind guessing.

Well, I have to thank the Mexican orchestra for that, because that was how I learned to arrange. Working with them for twelve hours a day, I learned what effects worked and what effects didn’t work. The result was that finally I was contacted by RCA, and I went to make my first recording in Hollywood. I had five hours and a half to rehearse and record twelve arrangements, but I had the thing so well rehearsed and mastered that I did the first album in just three and a half hours. They were flabbergasted! This was Other Worlds, Other Sounds.

So you had to be very much in control of everything.

I was very lucky that I had the best musicians in Hollywood at my disposal - five trumpets, four trombones, five saxophones. We had some time left over at the session, so I dismissed the whole orchestra and just kept the flute and a guitar and the rhythm section. And in two and a half hours I made the whole arrangement for the album that we called Four Corners Of The World.

It just came out of your head?

Yes, I had the music so... so coming off of myself that I felt I could do anything. That’s the way things go. All my life I had the ability of producing sounds and making music, so it was very easy for me. Nevertheless, I regret very much that I did that second album without the full band, because the first album has this wonderful sound, with the brass waiting all over.

When the music was coming out of you, did you go back into memories of your life and have them come out in the arrangements?

Oh, yes. I can tell you that I separate my life into six parts. I’m afraid now that I am in my sixth part, but I have five wonderful passages of my life that I can remember. Right now, with the revival of my music, I’m writing new arrangements - some wonderful things that I hadn’t thought about and using some of the old effects that I thought were good but eliminating all the things I didn’t like before. The first arrangement I’m writing is an arrangement of Mendelssohn’s 'Wedding March'. I hope I won’t be called irreverent.

Not at all. A man who’s been through marriage cannot be irreverent with that music.

Well, I am putting all my good faith into the arrangement, and I hope it will be well-received. The second arrangement I’m writing is an original of mine. Have you heard 'Whatchamacallit' and 'Mucha Muchacha'?

Sure.

Well, this arrangement is going to be called Guacamole.

I’m very happy to hear about it!

Yes, because it’s a mixture of my humour and my Latin experience.

Your music is all very Latin, and it’s also very heavy swing. What influenced you in that respect? My first thought was Duke Ellington, but you’ve hardly mentioned him.

Well, I’m using the full orchestra, but I’m using it my way, so you never can predict what’s going to happen next. I’m starting with the tom-toms, and then suddenly comes the whole orchestra yelling "Guacamole, mole, mole, mole, mole" — and the whole arrangement is going to be based on this effect. In between I’m going to use some excerpts: [sings] Ay-yay-yay... Da-dee-da-dee-da-dee...

[Sings along] Ay-yay-yay... Da-dee-da-clee-cla-dee...

I’m having a lot of fun, and I’m using a very unique instrumentation. Just four voices, two girls and two boys, and just two trumpets, doubled with the flugelhorn, and one bass trombone. And then I’m using the boom-bams, the tuned bongos — 24 sets of bongos tuned chromatically –

Oh wow! So they play melodies –

Yes, from an F4 to an F6. It’s a tot of fun, because I surprise myself laughing. I’m laughing at myself.

I’m wasting time asking you about your musical influences, when really it’s laughter and joy I should be asking you about.

Yes, it just comes out of myself. People sometimes ask me where these sounds come from, but I like them and they sound good, and they’re not used by anyone, so I said why not. That’s another number I’m going to write: 'Why Not'. Another one I’m going to write is called 'The Bed'. All kinds of experiences you can have in bed.

Juan!! I like the sound of that one!

I had the doctor come this morning, and he got me out of bed. Because I have been in bed for almost two years and a half.

You’ve done everything in bed — eaten, watched TV, thought, played chess...

You’re right. But the doctor came, and he put me in my wheelchair. And as soon as I’ve finished these four new arrangements, I’m going to jump into my pool! I’ve been watching my pod for two years and a half, and longing to walk among the trees — I have a beautiful garden with trees and flowers.

How long will it be before you can jump in your pool?

Well, when I end these recordings I’m going to sign with BMG or Capitol, and I’ll see which one suits me the best. Another thing I’m going to do is use MIDI for the first time. Instead of using the regular studio musicians, I’m going to use all the young musicians who have been influenced by my music. I’m going to use the Stereolab, Combustible Edison and Tindersticks musicians, and I’m going to record in MIDI. It’s going to be wonderful. It’s a possibility that I will go to London, it’s a matter of budget. Because of the devaluation of the peso, you can get very good prices. If not, I will go to Los Angeles.

How did you have your accident?

It was such a silly accident. I was kind of in a hurry, looking for a phone to tell my brother that my chauffeur was lost in Cuernavaca. I told the chauffeur to stop, and I got out of the car. And I lost my step and broke my hip and my left wrist. But my new doctor is a kind of chiropractor, and he’s giving me all kinds of exercises. And just this morning he got me taking a couple of steps. He told me he would get me up and around, and I was so happy.

Are you going to wake up at night and feel like you’ve gotta take a walk?

I would love to. It all depends on what kind of company I keep, because I have two beautiful nurses - one for the daytime and one for the nighttime.

Keep strong, Juan, keep strong!

Oh yes. I’m in a very good mood today.

[bettyshoweduptotheparty]

Midnights vs Daylight

Thoughts on TS Midnights title and promotion (This will tie into my ‘Thoughts on the Eras tour’ theories)

I think we can all agree that folklore and evermore were pandemic products. If there had been no pandemic, it stands to reason that Lover would have led directly into Midnights (especially with the way the re-recording process has inspired this album). And that’s interesting because Lover was originally meant to be titled Daylight.

So instead of getting an album called Daylight, we now have an album called Midnights, the polar opposite. Could that be because daylight never came after all and she’s stuck in an eternal night?  

Midnights announcement and visuals

In the midnights announcement on socials, we got two images: the cover of Taylor holding the lighter, and the image under the announcement text from the promo photo shoot. Immediately, these two do not look like they are front and back of the same album. The cover image on white background has a modern classy but glamourous tone to it, and the announcement photo has a depressed 70s vibe. So the duality here is not hidden, and that confused me at first, but I do think this is deliberate and once we got the Anti Hero mv, it became clear why:

Midnights is about hiding your true self in favour of protecting a beloved public image and Taylor has perfected this to such a degree that her public and private personas have become two separate entities battling each other until they finally learn to co-exist, as we see in the two Taylors in the mv. One is the quiet contemplative one, the other is the loud party girl. One writes the songs, the other is the performer. One is the trusting people pleaser, the other knows that everyone will betray her. These two Taylors and their differences are the overarching theme of the video, and that theme carries over into the dichotomy of the midnights album style: Private vs public

Front: She’s wearing her glittery stage make up here so while we can’t see her outfit, I do think this is meant to be the performer Taylor. She’s holding the lighter open and looking at the flame, which to me feels a bit threatening, like she’s poured the fuel and is about to drop a match into it. And what did performance Taylor do this year on tour? Ah yes…burn the Lover house. (More on that HERE if you haven’t read my lover house theory). We should have seen it coming 😊

Back: The second image has even more to unpack, both in the photo and the text. I wasn’t a gaylor on the internet back in 2022 so forgive me if I’m repeating what other people have already pointed out. Taylor is inside with the curtains drawn, blocking out the outside world, looking hopeless with her head in her hand and phone in the other. The old phone could be a reference to the one she uses in the Anti Hero mv to call for help, so maybe she’s trying to call for help here and no one is answering. Or it could be a nod to the red phone from MMWM which many have pointed out could be a reference to the ‘red telephone’ Moscow-Washington hotline during Soviet times, which was used to deliver encoded messages. I like this interpretation, because the way she’s holding the receiver looking so devastated really gives me the vibe of someone who’s been on the phone with a person for ages who is just not getting the message. Almost like someone whose constant flags and encoded messages are falling on deaf ears (to a large majority)… I’ve also noticed that there is a framed photo of two people on the table in this house where she supposedly paces the floors alone at night, but can’t really make out enough to say anything more than that.

Now for the text: I’m by no means the first person to point out that the ‘lanterns lit… out searching’ is from one of Emily Dickinson’s letters to her lover Sue which seems a fitting comparison for Taylor, the writer of many lyrical love letters to her muse and lover. But what really gets me is the sentence

‘Just maybe, when the clock strikes twelve … we’ll meet ourselves.’ Why the ellipse? The sentence would have made perfect sense without this, so why add that deliberate suspense?  What happens when the clock strikes 12? In the following months we also got the ‘it’s a clock’ video announcing that the four midnights vinyl covers together make a clock, and then the Eras tour literally starts with a countdown to midnight. Clocks ticking down to 12 are also in both the Bejewelled and Karma mv, so safe to say this means something. The obvious one is the Cinderella connection, which was probably an Easter egg for the Bejewelled mv, but if that’s all it was then it could have stopped after the video was out. Notably also, Cinderella’s party ends at midnight, whereas Taylor’s starts both in the mv and on tour. Midnight is the first minute of a new day, so this seems a lot more about new beginnings for me, than eternal darkness. I’ve pointed out in a previous post that Taylor references the song ‘Naughty’ from Matilda the musical in her Eras tour performance of Anti Hero. That song not only references Cinderella heavily, it also includes the lyrics ‘Every day starts with a tick of a clock/ All escapes start with the click of a lock.’ So… interesting that the announcement post mentions both ticking clocks and cages. Is she escaping from her self-made cage at the strike of midnight? Which brings us to the final, but very loaded, sentence of the announcement.

Meet ME! At Midnight

Before you come at me, yes I know, that’s not how it’s written. It’s meet me, not ME!, but that would be first and foremost, way too obvious, wouldn’t it. I still think that this is where she is taking us with this sentence, back to the beginning of the Lover era, the dawn of daylight, if you will. If you need a reminder, ME! was the first single off of Lover and kickstarted the sunshine and rainbows parade that was meant to be her coming out with the glorious ME! OUT NOW post on Lesbian Visibility Day in April 2019. This whole summer has felt strangely similar to that, with cruel summer becoming a single and playing endlessly on the radio, Taylor being unashamedly queer in public and surrounding herself with other queer artists, gaylor discourse in mainstream media outlets, and then of course, Karlie Kloss of all people showing up to the last LA show. The congratulatory comments under GLAAD’s instagram post from the VMAs felt much the same to me as the ones under TN’s post of the ‘proud’ bracelet back in 2019. The people that get it, get it. We are officially in the soft launch period.

So, is there going to be a hard launch? Maybe. With all this open queerness I could totally see her just gradually turning it up until she gets photographed kissing a woman in public one day and it’ll just be a case of ‘deadass thought I made it obvious’… But the lesson from the 2019 (not so soft) soft launch was that a lot of people would still rather default to accusations of queerbaiting than assume that she is queer herself (as shown by what happened to Kit Connor last year), and I’m sure she wouldn’t want that again. For that reason, and the fact that she did have a plan to explicitly come out in the past, I think she may have another go in the future, whatever form that may take. One thing I will say, as it ties into this midnights to daylight theme, is this:

With all this clock/countdown imagery, it is notable that the three different versions we have so far of the midnights album are all chronological on a clock. Starting at the top, we have midnights, then the 3am edition, then ‘dawn’ which is around 6am, so to complete the circle we’d need a 9am (or near enough) version. I know that seems unlikely, as 9am is definitely morning and not night anymore, but maybe that’s the point, that at the end of midnights we have a daylight version. ‘You’re loosing me’ is still not officially out on streaming so there is a glimmer of hope that maybe one more version is coming.

What era are we actually in…?

It’s hard to remember that we are actually still in the midnights era with all the re-releases stealing the show and the throwback to lover with cruel summer. But given that the masters heist foiled her plans to come out and made Daylight into Lover, it makes total sense that the 'midnights to daylight' era is the one that includes those important re-releases to further this journey.

She has made so many positive changes and additions to these ‘Taylor’s versions’ that I think it’s just as much about owning her work, as it is about owning the narrative she puts out there. And on that note, it may not be a coincidence that the titles that Taylor has left to reclaim now are her birth year, her name and her reputation, all things that are intrinsically linked to her, and she has arguably never been more authentically queer out in the open. I’m not saying these next three re-releases are suddenly going to have she/her pronouns, but they may have vault tracks that would never have made the cut back in the day. And if we thought the 2017 version of rep was already unbelievably gay… I won’t make any predictions for the tv, but I have high hopes.😊 And I still think that if we end with debut (tv) in June 2024 (Pride month), then ‘TAYLOR SWIFT OUT NOW’ isn’t looking too far-fetched.  And I recon if I was putting out something called MY version of MY name, I'd want to make sure that it absolutely reflects who I am. It did surprise me initially that debut wasn't the first album to be re-released and it's in fact now looking likely to be the last one, but it makes sense if she is using it as an opportunity to go back to the beginning and re-write the story. What a boss move that would be: ‘My version of ME, OUT NOW’ and maybe she really means it this time.

My prediction is, that the end of the midnights era will also be the end of the re-releases (some time next year) and with the final one we end the night and step into the daylight. ☀🌈

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

Omg your headcanons are adorable 🥺🥺 do you have more Gallagher ones?

DO I HAVE MORE GALLAGHER ONES??

yes. yes i do.

also thank you!

so idk if you mean pre-canon or like post-canon or whatever so i’m just doing in general (mostly pre-canon though because it’s what i do best)

monica delivered debbie on the same table that debbie delivered franny on.

mickey got his iconic knuckle tattoos in his cousin’s basement when he was twelve and the tattoos got infected as fuck. he almost cried when he got them done but couldn’t because terry was watching him get it done. (ik you said gallagher and i was going to delete this one but mickey’s a gallagher at this point)

ian was very active as a child and has broken an almost concerning amount of bones. he broke his first bone at two while at daycare and from then on it wasn’t an uncommon thing for ian to get hurt.

ian’s the reason everyone calls lip ‘lip’. up until ian could talk, he was just phillip, but when ian began talking, he couldn’t pronounce phillip and insisted on lip. eventually there was a double meaning for it, that he would never shut his lips or some shit, but really it was just because of ian’s refusal to say lip’s name.

when monica got pregnant and gave birth to ian, she knew he was clayton’s kid (which is why she named him ian clayton gallagher), but once he was fourteen or fifteen and found out that frank wasn’t his father, she had done so many drugs and fried so many brain cells that she forgot.

debbie has watched barbie five times since it came out. she’s obsessed.

fiona comes back to chicago for a little while because of frank’s death, but once she leaves, she unfortunately doesn’t visit again for a while. she calls a lot, but she hates being back in chicago and begs her siblings to come and see her in miami. there comes a point where she refuses to return all together and just doesn’t for a few years (they still go see her in miami, though) but she eventually gets over it and returns to chicago.

one day (in 2023), sheila calls fiona, having realized that she still has her number, and asks about her the kids, when fiona informs her about what has happened in the past eight years, she’s shocked, and a bit upset. when fiona informs her of frank’s death, she’s astonished that fucking covid killed him.

lip is entirely responsible for ian breaking his collarbone at tweleve. he most likely forced ian to do something stupid like climb a tree or some shit and ian fell and got injured and ian still covered for lip when fiona asked what the fuck happened.

monica would always somehow find a way to get them a christmas tree, despite the cost (she seduced the guy who owned the christmas tree farm… shhhh) and was the type of person to start celebrating christmas on november 1st and keep the tree up until march

there is a photo album with baby pictures of the gallagher’s and a few home videos. this information is shocking to tami, sandy, and mickey, but the gallagher’s aren’t too shocked by it. yeah, the videos and photos were a bit of a luxury for them but still. they didn’t have the money to get the camera, but monica had got the camera from a garage sale and would randomly record unimportant things.

one year for halloween, lip dressed up as iron man and ian dressed up as captain america.

carl and debbie tried to convince fiona to get a puppy several times, but each time they failed. fiona didn’t trust carl with any animal other than a fish or a turtle because she was convinced he would hurt or kill it. he probably would, but he was insulted by the accusation.

every gallagher sibling has called fiona ‘mom’ accidentally at one point

[izuom]

loathe, a txt x nct dream series (act three)

GENERAL SYNOPSIS. what happens after a long adolescence? starting with the early teenage blues and progressing through their early twenties, it remains a similarly restless youth for those who have struggled in all aspects of their lives. to finally grasp something out of their teenage years—meet twelve self-proclaimed losers and watch their evolution as freshly bestowed characters in approaching young love.

READ WARNING BEFORE PROCEEDING! some fics will be containing smut writings, so please be at least 18 to proceed further.

MAIN GENRE. romance, college!au, youth, angst, young adult, drama

BASED OFF. combination of two albums from yours truly (2013), my everything (deluxe) (2014) by ariana grande

STATUS. on-going

NOTES. roughly sketched (is that even the right word?) piece of what my mind was really trying to do back at the end of august last year, and here is it! there’ll be another continuation of loathe (references for more like a spin-off/explanation to their past but that’s a surprise so pls be awaited for that too ;D) so as yall clearly see, all characters were made based off my forever favs of ari around her debut years albums!! (i do not support her homewrecker era but let’s not lie yours truly is literally the best thing that happened to everyone bc it does to mine, at least). as being in their early twenties, yes, this one goes to every one of those who are going through their adulting phrases (i never like the way it sounded), and also doing a bit justice to ari when she decided to give nothing but a masterpiece AND being in her twenties! nonetheless pls pls give this a lot of love and support bc i work hard enough for this, and bc i think this one deserves hype for all the sweats i’ve been giving and throwing on to. n e ways thank you in advance to everyone who spent their time to read this series (hopefully i won’t disappoint any of you), cheers to everyone, cheers to the girlies who has serious attachment with college, this one goes for each one of you lol much love xx

visualizer / general playlist / poster / tracklist pt. 1 / tracklist pt. 2 / taglist

© izuom, all rights reserved, 2024.

[cowgurrrl]

I’m writing (I swear) but in the meantime here are

June’s One for the Money, Two for the Show family headcanons:

Joel definitely releases an album with your and the kids names as song titles

Lucia definitely pronounces Samuel as Sam-well and he loves it

When Ellie turned eighteen, Joel gave her the option to seek out her biological father/family via DNA testing if she wanted. He told her it wouldn’t hurt either of your feelings and that she had a right to know considering they knew so little about Anna. After a few days of consideration, she agrees to do some health screenings to learn about what she may be pre-disposed to, genetic information, etc., but says she doesn’t want to seek Anna’s family out. “I already have a family.” She said. And yes, Joel cried

Violet has asthma (my poor wheezy baby)

Sarah and Ellie got matching tattoos before Sarah moved to Sacramento: two honey bees because Joel always called them ‘bug’ or ‘honey’ when they were kids

The Miller kids love tiktok like it’s bad. They’re constantly making TikTok’s with each other or with you or Joel and making the internet explode when Joel goes viral for doing the Baby Mama dance. You both had to release a formal statement saying you weren’t pregnant, Joel was just trying to make his kids laugh

You continue to do projects but as the kids get older, you settle into teaching acting at UCLA every other year to give yourself a break. That’s how you come up with the idea to launch your own production company to give young actors a chance to get their foot in the door

The girls, being identical twins, definitely tried to do the thing where they switch places and pretend to be the other but you always know which is which because you’ve literally had their features memorized since you could see them on a sonogram. Joel, however, is sometimes stumped by their identicalness

Sophia definitely dated one of Sam’s teammates and Sam definitely hated every second of it

All of the Miller kids can play instruments but never together because they all think they get to be the one to keep tempo and they all get annoyed with each other. Sarah and Sophia are partial to the keyboard/piano, Ellie to the drums, Sam to the guitar, and Violet to the bass.

Sam, like his dad, is a big softie and will cry at the drop of a hat HOWEVER there was a time after Vi came out that she was getting bullied and that’s the story of how her 6’4 collegiate baseball player brother almost got arrested for threatening to fight a homophobic sixteen year old

One night, after a particularly hard day on set, you came home to Sam, Sophia, Violet, and Joel standing on the kitchen counter singing along to “Benny and the Jets” way past an acceptable time for a sixteen year old and two twelve year olds to be awake but goddammit if you didn’t climb right up on that counter and join them

Sophia and Violet have matching crocs

Sam, despite being his uncle, is only about seven years older than Isaac, making for a super weird conversation when they’re older

None of the kids sound like they’re from Texas until they’re in Texas and when Joel gets going too, it’s over

Sam pierced his ears because Violet said he wouldn’t do it

The kid’s group chat is called “Miller Time”

[katierosefun]

tag 9 people you want to know better

thank you for the tag, @b1uetrees!

3 ships:

jwds (joo won and dong sik) from beyond evil, because like. how can they not be! i find that every time i rewatch beyond evil, i find something new about their relationship that i just adore--like, of course they have that delicious enemies-to-lovers arc, but also there's the added themes of like. mental illness and what it means to love someone whose mind might not be altogether there? and how there's like. idk. something something about love means grabbing someone and going "hey. we're getting out of this hell together. together." and it drives me insane every time!

marvey (mike and harvey) from suits, because oh man. something about how they're both objectively Not Great people, but i think there's something fascinating about the whole "i see something in you that i also see in me" and the whole "yes i know that we're committing a crime together but fuck it" and also the whole "you exasperate me sometimes but also i would rather take the hits than betray you" which makes me feel. insane.

whouffaldi (twelve and clara) from doctor who. are we sensing a theme? the theme being "ah. caroline adores ships that are just like. people who are both very insane but are also very loyal to each other and also they're not making each other better and they might be making each other worse but fuck it!!! fuck it!!!!" something about what happens when you have two people who have an insane god complex and are also stubborn as hell and it's the worst possible combination and the universe would probably implode if they kept running together--like! i don't know how you can get away from that kind of insanity.

First ship: definitely whouffaldi. every once in a while, i'll rewatch season 8 and 9 of doctor who, and every time, i have to go ".. . .. i can't believe this was the first ship i really fell in love with. i had such good taste, even back then!"

Last song: guilty as sin? by taylor swift, which i definitely think has to be one of my favorites on the new album. i've definitely been applying it to a lot of my own ships because ah, yes. when people might not have even slept with each other but still think about it and then act incredibly catholic/christian about it.

Currently reading: oh god. so many books. i'm currently re-reading the perks of being a wallflower by steven chbosky, but i'm also listening to dark places by gillian flynn and the lesbiana's guide to catholic school by sonora reyes. it's taking me forever though, mostly because i think i've hit the point in the semester where i just want to shut my brain down the second i leave class lol

Last movie: my last real movie was probably ratatouille--which is such a classic.

Currently Craving: time. i feel like there aren't enough hours in the day for what i want to do today so that's a little bit frustrating, but! such is life! we carry on!

no pressure tags: @kckenobi @l-tyrell @indigostars

[bellaxgiornata]

I just finished reading Caught In the Undertow!! I really enjoyed it; I went through all the emotions!! I really loved the slow burn, and the pining between Matt, and Emily!! In chapter eleven when Emily, Karen and Marci were having their girls night, and Emily was talking about the future she wants with Matt, it reminded me of the song “We’ll Have Tomorrow” from the “Little Shop of Horrors - New Broadway Cast” album!! The vibes were similar; girl with a toxic boyfriend, mutual pining between girl and friend, but can’t really do anything about it.

Me during chapter twelve when Daredevil threatened/beat up Justin:

Also this part in chapter thirteen “You both seem like you’re immediately jumping ship before you know if it’s even sinking.” It reminded me of the song “Apple Blossom” by The White Stripes. Honestly the entire lyrics for the song fits the story with Matt/Daredevil and Emily’s relationship, and it’s a great song. Chapter seventeen was *chef’s kiss*!! One of the best smut chapters I’ve read because it still had the emotions/romance whilst still being steamy. *melts into a puddle*

I also read You’ve Been Gone So Long, Baby back in mid-May on ao3. I forgot to mention it. That fic was beautifully heartbreaking!! I love the angst/hurt, and the comfort at the end was worth it!! Also I’m slowly reading all your fics, I love the writing❤️❤️

Ahhh!!! OMG!! I'm so glad you enjoyed CITU!! I need to come back to that one and give them their final chapters still, but that series was close to its end!

Aww yeah, there's a lot of emotions going on in that series. Especially with what Emily is dealing with, and then we find out Matt is struggling in his own way in that series, too. Lots of emotions in there and I'm glad they came through!

They definitely had a slow burn relationship filled with all that sexual tension. I always really loved writing the sexual tension between Emily and Daredevil too, especially in the flashbacks. Matt was so flirty when she didn't know it was him 😆

I don't know that song but I looked up the lyrics and with your explanation it definitely does fit! These two certainly have been pining secretly for each other for a bit despite Emily's toxic relationship. Poor Matt has always wanted her and Emily never thought she could have the future she always envisioned--especially once she learns Matt's secret.

Ohhhh yes! Daredevil/Matt had been dying to have an excuse to beat Justin up for a long time 😆 Got to love Matty coming to the rescue and protecting his loved ones--especially if he bloodies his fists doing so 🙌🏻

That White Stripes song is one I have not heard but now I need to go listen to it because the lyrics seem to fit perfectly with Matt and Em! He absolutely was always there listening to her problems, as Matt or Daredevil, and she was always looking for someone who didn't treat her like shit. And the last two lines? Definitely how Matty feels about her 👌🏻

Ahhh the smut chapter y'all waited like 100k words for 😆 I spent like 2 weeks writing that one because I knew it was very long awaited for that series and it needed to be perfect. I'm so glad the smut lived up to what it needed to for their moment of finally being intimate each other though!!

Oooof the heartbreaking You've Been Gone So Long, Baby! I hated hurting Matt like that while I was writing it even though it was a short series. I'm glad you enjoyed that one, too. And the sweet comfort at the end 🥺 That image of Matt at the end on the bed lives rent free in my head ALWAYS 🙌🏻

Omg thank you!!! ❤️😭 That makes me so happy to hear you enjoy my writing so much that you're making your way through my fics!! Especially because there's a lot of them 😆 I hope you enjoy them and thank you so much for leaving me such a wonderful message--especially on one of my lesser known fics! Honestly this made my crappy day so much better to see this ❤️ (And sorry for the long response, I always say I'm embarrassingly chatty 😅)

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2022 Wrap up (4 Top 5)

Hello and happy holidays! Over the last few weeks I have been pouring over lists of the top albums, songs and movies of 2022, thrilled to see what the world (or at least high budget magazines) are saying about these past twelve months. This year has felt a little more ‘normal’ (not really sure what that word means anymore, or if it even should exist) than the past two and as a result we have received a lot of exciting art.

If I love anything, its making lists. I love keeping track of what media I have consumed, things I need to buy, people I have been romantic with (zodiac signs included), and ranking my various ‘best of’s’.  Below you will find 4 lists of my Top 5 of 2022; TV shows, movies, albums and songs. Each selection is deserving of its own several page deep-dive, but I limited myself to a one-sentence review of each as I know attention spans are quite fleeting these days (my own included). Please enjoy and share your own thoughts!

TV Shows:

HOT D, Season 1

Game of Thrones with a bigger budget, advanced technology and more feminism.

2. Rings of Power, Season 1

Like HOT D, Lord of the Rings but with more than just white men, and a $1M/minute budget (yes, you read that right).

3. Our Flag Means Death, Season 1

Taika Waititi’s new project about gay pirates—do I need to say anything more?

4. Derry Girls, Season 3

Martin Scorsese likes this show, so if my endorsement isn’t enough for you his should be.

5. The Summer I Turned Pretty, Season 1

I feel like most of my life is trying to get back to being a teenage girl and this show really did that for me.

Movies:

Bones and All, Luca Guadagnino

A coming of age cannibal love story that makes you scream, jump, plug your ears, cover your eyes, laugh and cry—what more could you want?

2. Aftersun, Charlotte Wells

Beautiful imagery, incapacitatingly sad plot (my favorite juxtaposition).   

3. X, Ti West

A love letter to horror film, chock full of references that made me feel like all my years spent on horror amounted to something.

4. Bodies, Bodies, Bodies, Halina Rejin

I love blood, I love girls, I love a whodunit, I love jokes—this is my dream film, also Pete Davidson is in it.

5. Tar, Todd Field

This movie is making fun of high-brow art which is funny because this movie is loved by people who love high-brow art.

Albums:

Preacher’s Daughter, Ethel Cain

A 75-minute concept album tackling love, abuse, lots of God, sex and being cannibalized with memorizing vocals, quite the feat for a debut LP.

2. Being Funny in a Foreign Language, The 1975

From dick jokes and a pop song about incel mass shootings to devastating breakup anthems, this album makes you experience most emotions.

3. Renaissance, Beyoncé

This album proves that Beyoncé can literally do anything well; a disco-club-banger-no-skips album invocative of the 70s but that absolutely hits in 2022? No problem. (sorry, this is technically two sentences)

4. Motomami, ROSALIA

Being A Bad Bitch in a Foreign Language: I have no idea what she’s saying but the emotion she conveys through her voice and the flawlessly produced beats transcend language.

5. Caprisongs, FKA Twigs

Another club-banger of an album which deals with being both hot and sad at the same time, relatable.

Songs:

Part of the Band, The 1975

There is so much to say about this song but the ‘Vaccinista, tote bag chic baristas’ line changed my life and I haven’t been the same since.

2. Killer, FKA Twigs

She called this ‘a song for baddies with a tear in their eyes’ and I cannot say anything better.

3. Anti-Hero, Taylor Swift

Famous for being vulnerable, Taylor reaches a new level of honesty with this song, expressing the very unrelatable difficulties that come along with being Taylor Swift in an extremely relatable way.

4. Hard Times, Ethel Cain

A song about a horrific topic, sung in the most ethereal way with stunning guitar accompaniment— once again, we love juxtaposition on this blog.   

5. Weird Goodbyes, The National Ft. Bon Iver

The saddest lyrics you will ever hear, overlayed with a sick 808 beat.

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title: Trial and Error pairing: woozi x afab!reader genre: established relationship, smut, fluff warnings: afab!reader, face sitting, fingering, shower sex, slight hand and arm kink (it's my trademark now..), unprotected sec (wrap it before you tap it) synopsis: jihoon usually spends his days off in the studio, but something you said makes him change his plans for his day off

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rating: 18+

request: heyyy I have a series I would love for you to write if your up for it! zodiac smut ✨✨ for each sign there’s a person and something smutty that they would be into (according to what the zodiacs would like) and yeah it’s going to be twelve parts with people from different groups :) for sagittarius we have woozi, yes ik he’s scorpio/sagittarius cusp but idc. he’s perfect for this so it doesn’t matter key-points: taking his time, it’s not the orgasm that’s important, you try out things that you have wanted to try and just see how they feel with each other, spending hours just exploring things together literally everything else is completely up to you and however you feel like it works best ;)

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After many long and challenging hours, the album was finished, the comeback was released, and promotions were done. Seventeen had released their newest album, and in celebration, they threw an at-home party. It wasn't some big event, but simply a way to blow off steam after working so hard. Jihoon had invited you to come along. Though you protested that they should celebrate amongst themselves, and that you didn't want to disturb, he managed to convince you to go.

People were already drunk when you arrived. Jihoon kept you by his side, a hand around your waist to keep you as close as he could. He wasn't usually much for PDA, but tonight was special. However, his light grip on you couldn't keep you by his side forever. As soon as you walked into the kitchen, you were stolen away from your boyfriend by Soonyoung.

"Oh my god, I haven't seen you in ages!" He embraced you and moved you further away from the man you arrived with.

You and Soonyoung weren't that close, but considering what was in his glass his behavior didn't surprise you. The two of you had spoken a few times alone and a bit more with the company of other people. It was enough for you to call him a friend, and you absolutely had nothing against him... but hugging him felt strange.

"Well, you've been busy," you said and took the glass from his hand to prevent it from spilling all over the place. "Congratulations on the album, by the way!"

"Thank you, thank you..." he slurred. "Ah! I was going to say something!"

He held out his hands to you, so you humored him and put down the glass on a nearby table, then put your hands in his. You enjoyed this side of him. You had heard Jihoon talk about the way his friend would act when he got drunk, and at times the stories seemed unbelievable. It was definitely a sight to behold. Soonyoung was now giving you a serious look, holding both of your hands as if he was going to tell you some horrible news.

"I really tried to get Jihoon to get home as much as possible," he admitted. "And he wanted to, he told me that he wanted to, but he was very caught up in work all the time."

"I know that Soonyoung." You giggled but Soonyoung quickly shushed you.

"No, no, you don't know." He shook his head. "He would talk about you all the time- so I told him- I said you should just go home and say that to them instead of talking my ear off about it."

"Uh-huh." You nodded and looked around to see if you could find Jihoon anywhere. "I'm sorry he bothered you about it."

"Oh no, I don't mind! I just felt bad for you," he explained. "But now you have him all to yourself, so you enjoy that- because he really loves you, you know?"

"Hate to break it to you, bud, but Jihoon spends his time in the studio even when he doesn't have to." You sighed. "But don't tell him that I said that, he'll make a big deal about it when I really don't mind-"

"You don't mind at all?" Soonyoung questioned with one eyebrow raised in suspicion.

Drunk Soonyoung was surprisingly good at pulling secrets out of you, and you were surprised with yourself when you heard yourself start speaking about your very private life with your boyfriend.

"... maybe a little bit. It'd be nice to spend more time with him, I shouldn't lie." You hummed and thought about it a bit further before bringing yourself back to reality. "But it's fine. So don't worry him, okay?"

"Fine, fine..." He sighed. "You two really need to talk to each other more."

With that, he left you: confused and slightly surprised. You went back to your search for Jihoon, not knowing that he had been standing close behind you and hearing every word. As soon as your conversation had ended, he walked away to ensure that you wouldn't have caught him. Jihoon never meant for you to feel like you needed more from him, he didn't know it was something you needed - mostly because you never said anything. But as soon as he heard you say that, a plan started brewing in his head.

The next morning you woke up to a pair of strong arms wrapping around you, and pillowy soft lips against your shoulder and neck. You couldn't quite tell if you were still dreaming or not, but you really wished that you weren't. You stirred around in the bed, turning toward Jihoon and looking at him with tired and groggy eyes. His hair was a mess and his eyes were only half open. Jihoon was actually still in bed with you, it wasn't a dream - but he sure looked like one. His pale skin was flushed and warm. Once you had gotten comfortable in your new position, he began kissing your clavicle the same way he had kissed your shoulder.

"Good morning," he murmured against your skin.

"... good morning." Your voice was gravelly. "What are you up to there, babe?"

"Just loving you a bit," he said casually, although a soft blush started showing on his cheeks.

A smile made its way to your lips as you watched him try to pull you even closer. You leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss, gentle and warm. His hand caressed your waist and hips, drawing lazy patterns on the bare skin under your shirt. It had been a while since you found yourself in this situation. The honeymoon phase with Jihoon felt somewhat similar to this, but now it was more trusting. You felt completely safe in Jihoon's arms, and you didn't care if he saw your bedhead or could smell your morning breath. All that mattered was his touch on your skin. However, it felt a bit strange. You couldn't lie and say that you didn't love it because you did, but it was an unusual thing for Jihoon to initiate.

"What's up? Why are we doing this?" you asked after pulling away from him. "Wasn't our plan to have breakfast together?"

"I just want to try some new things with you," he admitted and you encouraged him to keep explaining with a look. "I want to have you for breakfast."

"... Jihoon, are you okay?" You put the back of your hand against his forehead. "Are you sick? Are you still drunk somehow?"

Jihoon sat back slightly, giving you an incredulous look. He had marks on his skin from the bedsheets, and his hair was standing up in all directions. Your bottom lip slipped in between your teeth to keep yourself from laughing, but you couldn't hide your smile from him.

"Is it weird for me to want to have sex with you?" His eyebrows furrowed.

"On a Thursday morning? Yes." You chuckled. "Seriously, what's gotten into you? I'm not complaining, but this isn't like you."

"I just don't see you much." He sighed. "And now I have you all to myself for an entire day... it's more than enough time to try out some new things we've been wanting to do..."

His fingers snuck dangerously close to the band of your sleep shorts. One of his fingers slipped under the fabric and gently stroked against your bare skin. He shuffled further down, and you immediately knew where he was going with it.

"You've given me head before," you said teasingly. "It's hardly new."

It was true. Whenever the two of you found time in your busy lives to actually have sex, usually late in the night, he would the most mind-blowing oral you've ever had. He was always persistent, and oh so attentive to your needs - which was an absolutely fantastic combination. So no, him giving you head was not new - but you definitely wouldn't complain if he wanted to do so right now. It was just unlike him to be so forward.

"Not in the morning," he argued.

"But we've had morning sex before too."

"And that's not morning head."

"Why are you being so persistent?" you questioned.

Jihoon's hand stayed by the hem of your pajama shorts, but his eyes looked away from yours. You sat up halfway to reach for his arm, giving him a supporting look.

"... because I heard you talking to Soonyoung last night." Jihoon sighed. "And I started feeling bad about not spending enough time with you... and then I just... I can't remember the last time we've had sex, honestly, and it's kind of-"

"I get it, I get it." You giggled. "It's nice of you, but you don't have to if you don't want to."

"But I want to.", he assured you, "And I want to do more than just this too. I want to take my time with you. Anything you want to do, I'm down."

You couldn't hold back your laughter anymore. Jihoon was incredibly cute: he looked at you with such eagerness and love, and every word he said was just so out of character for him - as evident by how red his face had gotten.

"Don't laugh at me," he huffed.

"I'm sorry, baby. I just wasn't expecting it." You took a deep breath to calm down. "I can't say I don't like the idea of that, though."

Jihoon took his chance to get on top of you, putting his arms on either side of your head. Yes, your boyfriend was cute - but he was also very hot, and right now you were thanking whatever made him always sleep half-naked.

"Do you still want me for breakfast?" you asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He responded by pressing his lips on yours. You melted into the kiss, and as he ran his tongue along your bottom lips you immediately gave him entrance. While keeping you busy, one of his hands roamed your body. It caressed the swell of your breast from over your shirt, traveling down to the hem of the fabric to tug it up. For just a moment, you broke the kiss to pull your shirt off, Just as quickly as you pulled away, his lips crashed onto yours again. He was hungry, having been starved from touching you for a long time now. There was the occasional quickie in the studio, but they had grown scarce and it was nothing like what he could do with a little more time on his hands.

Jihoon trailed open-mouthed kisses along your jaw to your neck, to your chest. Wetness started pooling between your legs as he started sucking on one of your nipples, while his hand worked on massaging your other. When you whined out for him, Jihoon placed his knee between your legs and let you grind against his thigh. Finally getting some relief felt like absolute heaven. But far too soon, he pulled away. His hands made their way to your hips and he slowly dragged off your bottoms. As you were about to complain, he flipped you over and let you straddle his stomach. You were looking down on him now, his dark hair creating a gloria around his flushed face. The pinkish color had spread down to his chest, leaving splotchy flushed spots around his clavicle and chest. You loved seeing him like this - and getting to see it in daylight was always gratifying.

"I want you to ride my face," he said between pants.

"What? But I'll crush you," you said, despite the aching between your legs begging for just that.

"No, you won't." He chuckled and pulled your hips closer to his face. "Come on, I know you want to try it."

"Fine," you said.

It wasn't difficult to convince you. With a giddy feeling in your stomach, you straddled his face. As you gazed down at him you started getting nervous. What if you really did crush his face? Jihoon seemed to sense your fears. He locked eyes with you and wrapped his arms around your thighs to pull you down on his face. Your clit made immediate contact with his tongue, and a moan slipped out from your throat. Suddenly, you couldn't even think about crushing his head. All you could think of was how expertly Jihoon moved his tongue against your core.

"Oh my god, I almost forgot how good you were at that..." you breathed out as you started grinding against his tongue.

One of your hands gripped the headboard, while the other tangled itself in Jihoon's hair. A groan vibrated against you as you pulled on his hair. Jihoon took his time working you up. He swirled his tongue around your clit, and sucked on it. His tongue went down to your hole, letting his nose bump against your clit. He was eating you out like a man starved. You were made painfully aware of his fingers on your thighs, as he started squeezing and massaging your flesh to bring you in closer. When you glanced down at him you were met with his dilated pupils looking back at you. His eyebrows were pulled together and he looked like he was begging for more. A familiar sensation started building up in your stomach... but it just as quickly vanished when Jihoon pulled away from you, breathing heavily. The lower half of his face was already completely drenched, and, even though you were worried, it sent a wave of heat down to your core.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry- are you okay?" You were panting.

"I forgot to breathe..." he admitted sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I kind of ruined it."

"No, no, no... you're good." You chuckled and got off his face. "How about we try that again some other time? We can do something else to finish this..."

"... do you have anything else in mind?" he asked.

You glanced down at his hands and then back up at his face. It was no secret that your boyfriend had amazingly talented hands, and you had honestly been dreaming of feeling them again. Quite literally, you had dreams about him fingering you - where you'd wake up a flustered mess, and not dare disturb Jihoon's much disturbed sleep to fix it. You were definitely happy that you had agreed to this now. Jihoon sat up and motioned for you to sit between his legs. You couldn't help but glance at his cock bulging through his underwear, but it was a problem to solve for later. As you sat between his legs, his chest pressed against your back, Jihoon brought his hand to your jaw and gripped it tight but not enough to hurt. He guided you to look at yourself in the mirror, which was hanging on the wall by the wardrobe. You saw yourself completely exposed in the reflection and when you tried to close your legs, Jihoon pried them back open.

"How about this..." he murmured. "I'll give you my fingers as long as you keep your eyes open, okay?"

You nodded, which only made his grip tighten. You definitely liked this new side of Jihoon.

"Say it."

"Yes," you muttered.

Jihoon had a small smile on his face as he leaned his chin on your shoulder, looking at you through the reflection. His large hands spread your legs further to reveal your soaking wet pussy. After leaving a small peck on your shoulder, he reached his finger to collect some of your slick and started rubbing your clit. Whimper after whimper dripped from your lips like honey, as Jihoon continued at a slow pace. He was testing out the waters, looking to see what would affect you the most. You kept your eyes on the mirror, watching him watch your every reaction. But you wanted more.

"Could you... speed up a bit?" You gasped.

"I just want to take my time with you..." he said innocently. "But if you ask me really nicely, I'll consider going faster for you, baby."

Jihoon wasn't very vocal during bedroom activities, but you could tell that he was enjoying trying it out. Even though his dark curls covered most of his face now, you could see a glimmer in his eyes that you hadn't seen before. His other hand reached your breast, his finger circling your nipple before gently pinching it - eliciting a squeak from you. Jihoon chuckled at your reaction, you had only ever seen glimpses of this trait of his - experiencing it fully was something completely different.

"You're so mean..." you whined and tried to grind yourself fast against his fingers, making him take away his hand entirely.

"You should really watch what you say." Jihoon was still smiling. "Here, I'll help you."

The hand that was covered in your juices was brought up to your lips. Jihoon watched you through the reflection, and without breaking eye contact you opened your mouth for him and started sucking on his fingers. A quiet groan fell from his lips, and in the heat of the moment, you barely noticed how he started grinding his hard-on against you. You tasted yourself on his fingers as he pushed down the pads of his ring- and middle finger on your tongue. With his free hand, he reached down to your core again, getting his fingers wet before he pushed them inside of you. Two fingers easily went inside, and he started pumping them in and out at the fast pace you had asked for before. You moaned around his fingers as his other hand fucked your pussy, his palm rubbing against your clit.

"Do you want to cum?" he asked and you frantically nodded. "Cum all over my fingers, baby, come on..."

He whispered sweet promises and gentle urges into your ears as you came all over his hand, riding out your high by grinding yourself on his fingers. You leaned back your head on his shoulder and slumped back against his body.

"Shit, you're amazing." You panted. "I've missed this so much."

"I think you made me cum in my fucking pants..." he muttered against your skin.

You turned around in his arms to face him. If you thought he looked flustered before, you could probably compare him to a tomato right now. As you put your hands on his shoulders he fell with his back against the bed, keeping you steady with two hands on your waist. You couldn't help it, you glanced down at his underwear and noticed a wet patch on them.

"I totally did..." you said, surprised with yourself.

He glanced down where you were looking and immediately threw his head back in embarrassment, shutting his eyes closed. Between giggles you started cooing at him, saying that it was okay and honestly kind of hot that you had such an effect on him. Jihoon swung an arm over his eyes and huffed about you making laughing at him again.

"Would trying another thing cheer you up?" you asked.

He looked at you from under his arm, asking you silently to keep talking. You suppressed another excited giggle.

"We've never really tried shower sex," you started. "... and we both need to clean up before we get actual breakfast."

The two of you quickly got ready for a shower. You were lucky that it fit the two of you, while still leaving enough space to move around a bit. The warm water ran down your bodies as you pressed up against each other for a kiss. As your fingers tangled in his hair, you remembered the real reason why you were taking a shower and broke the kiss.

"Could I wash your hair?" you asked sweetly.

Jihoon hummed in response and you instantly grabbed the shampoo bottle. With a giddy feeling in your stomach, you started massaging the product into his scalp. His eyes closed and he leaned into your touch. After washing it out, he returned the favor by running his soapy hands across your body. You ended up with your back to him again, and you had completely forgotten about your promise of shower sex until his dick started pressing against your ass. His soapy hands fondled your tits as he placed soft kisses on your neck. You sighed with satisfaction. Then he turned you around and connected your lips yet again, this time seemingly more hungry than before. Your fingers caressed his arms and his prominent biceps. You wondered how strong he really was, and if you could put it to the test.

"I want you to fuck me against the wall," you muttered boldly against his lips.

"Are you sure?" He pulled away from you. "Like... me carrying you?"

"Mhm!" You nodded cheerily. "I want to put all the hours you've spent in the gym to the test."

That, he couldn't argue with. With one quick movement, you jumped to swing your legs around his waist. The two of you laughed nervously as he almost slipped on the wet floor, but as soon as he was stable you guided his cock inside of you. He stretched you out deliciously after not having had sex in so long, and at this angle, he almost hit that perfect spot inside you directly.

"How do we do this?" He grunted.

The water was still running, hitting his shoulder and running down his chest. You reached out and caressed his upper torso with nimble hands.

"I guess you lean me up against the wall..." you muttered, "I'm not sure, honestly... I've only seen it in movies."

You looked at each other, both of you confused over what to do next. The tension eventually broke when you started laughing, which you had to promptly stop when he almost slipped again.

"Okay, this is nice but it seems incredibly dangerous..." you whispered out. "... I could bend over against the wall instead."

"Yeah, that sounds good." He nodded with another chuckle.

He helped you get off of him and you quickly turned around and arched your back with your chest to the cold tiles of the wall. Jihoon gripped your hips, pulling your ass against his hard dick. The shower was still on, but you had gotten horny enough to stop worrying about the amount of water that was going to waste.

"Fucking Christ, you look so sexy," he muttered underneath his breath.

"You can admire it all you want later, can you please just fuck me now?" You giggled and wriggled your hips around to get his attention.

He let go of your hips with one of his hands, the other one still keeping you steady as he pushed inside of you again. A unanimous moan echoed through the bathroom. Jihoon settled in a steady rhythm of thrusting into you, while you clawed at the wall to try to keep yourself up. Moans and gasps were spilling from your lips every time he hit that one spot that drove you crazy. Every single time you started seeing stars, and every single time you only grew louder in volume. If you knew this was what having sex after such a long time getting no dick felt like, you would have done it sooner. So, of course, when he slowed down his pace you started whining. But Jihoon didn't bother with responding. His hands left your hips and locked themselves around your elbows, pulling you up to his chest.

"Sorry, sweetheart, you were about to fall over," he said through gritted teeth. "Is this okay?"

"Yes, please just get back to what you were doing before," you whined. "You're doing so good."

At your praise, his hips began snapping into yours again. Your orgasm was building up quicker than usual, which you assumed was because of your lack of action recently along with your last orgasm only being a few minutes ago.

"Please don't stop," you whined, "I think... I'm about to cum-"

Jihoon didn't respond, he was far too busy trying not to cum himself. The way you were squeezing around him made it incredibly difficult. But he kept up the same pace, letting you ride out your orgasm before he pulled out. When he abruptly let go of your arms you almost fell forward but managed to catch yourself on the wall. He pumped his cock in his hand and as he came all over your back a string of swearwords left his lips. Jihoon fell over you, resting his hands on either side of your head on the wall in front of you. His body caged in yours, and you relished in the warmth radiating off of him.

"Could you remind me of this every time I stay too late at work?" he panted out with a chuckle.

"I'll try." You giggled and leaned back against him. "Could you clean me up? I'm tired..."

Jihoon cleaned you up and got you the fluffiest towel you owned as you got out. As soon as he was out of his daze he started huffing about the water bill this month, and you only laughed.

"You should have turned the water off," you told him.

"I was a bit busy at the moment," he snapped back.

"Then just remember to do it next time." You shrugged. "It's alright."

"Next time?" Jihoon had completely forgotten about the water bill now, you could see it on his face as his eyes widened with, what you could only assume was, images of you in that very same position.

"I mean, yeah, if you want to," you said. "I liked it, and I'm still determined to get fucked against that wall so."

Jihoon's face went red, and he tried to hide it by pretending to dry his already dry face with his towel. You laughed and teased him, to which he tried to argue back but was stuttering over his words. You ended up embracing him, peppering kisses against his cheek as an apology until he eventually gave in.

The two of you got ready and dressed in your best leisure wear. Today was only meant to be spent at home, so there was no need to dress up. It was too late for breakfast but too early for lunch, so the two of you settled on the only logical thing: brunch. Brunch wasn't anything special, you just ate the leftover fried rice with a side of eggs. It was good enough for you. You just really needed to eat after this eventful morning.

All while preparing your food, Jihoon couldn't stop coddling you. His hands were always on you in some way and he kept placing small kisses on your nose and cheeks. It was unusual to see him this affectionate, but it felt great.

"What are you doing?" you asked him.

His arms were around your waist and his face was snuggled into the crook of your neck, placing quick kisses there. You were busy with the eggs in the pan, so he had opted to stand behind you. He said something, but it was mumbled against your skin. Paired with the sizzling of the eggs, you couldn't hear a single word.

"I can't hear you, baby," you said.

"I said..." He put his chin on your shoulder. "I'm just enjoying spending time with you... being with you, touching you. It feels nice."

"I'll remind you of that next time you're working late," you said, a bit snappy in tone.

"I'm going to try to be at home more," he admitted. "I just get so caught up in everything."

"I know, baby. You don't have to," you assured him. "Really, I don't mind."

"But I mind," he countered. "I want to spend more time with you, it means a lot to me."

You looked over your shoulder at the most wonderful man in the entire world. It was hard for him to tell you how he felt, and you knew that better than anyone, so his words meant the world to you. Jihoon gazed back at you with flushed cheeks and a small smile on his lips. Before you could get too caught up in everything about him, you turned back to your task at hand. His words lingered in the air, and you smiled to yourself as you continued to fry the eggs.

"Baby..." he murmured.

"Yeah?"

"Have we ever had sex in the kitchen before?"

[absolutepokemontrash]

What Do You Want For Christmas?

Christmas present HCs for the boyyyyyyyys! I know it’s cliche, but I’m trying to get really into the Christmas vibes this year!

Lucifer

Get him arthritis medication. Get him viagra. Get him-

I’m kidding he gets the old man related presents from Satan and Belphie, MC should get him something different.

The human should use their considerable seductive power to ask Diavolo to give Lucifer a week off. Okay, to be honest, the seductive power isn’t necessary, MC can stop taking off their shirt.

When presented with his time off, Lucifer will roll his eyes and mutter something about how he doesn’t really need time off. But when the Holiday party is over MC will hear the LOUDEST snores coming from Lucifer’s room.

Man sleeps through an entire day. He really needed that… he’ll love MC forever.

He probably gets MC something they made an off handed comment about wanting like- eight months prior. Lucifer has a memory like a steel trap and MC gets what they ask for!

Mammon

Obviously MC should sacrifice their life savings to the great Mammon in this time for gift giving. Come on human, don’t be stingy!

Listen, Mammon loves expensive things, but he has… so many… he’ll appreciate whatever MC gives him, but he’ll be way more happy with something hand made or special between the two of them.

He plays it off like “Haha, best holiday, you all havta give me things, haha did you keep the gift receipts if I don’t like anything?” But the moment he and MC are alone, it’s hugs and tears.

But what Mammon gives to MC? Expensive. Just… MC is going to be loaded down with more jewellery than they can feasibly wear without looking tacky.

“Are these the millennium diamonds? Weren’t these stolen by the Pink Panthers?” “Sh don’t worry about it.”

Leviathan

He has a list.

A long list.

Ahem, he’d like the brand new Ruri-Chan and Azuki-tan Holiday figurine, the real height Lucario plushie that’s legit being sold, the collectible TSL mugs that are going on sale next week-

Yeah, MC has plenty of options, but we here at Stupid Headcanons inc hope MC has money to spare because merch is EXPENSIVE.

As for MC, Levi gives them the most romantic gift of all…

A multiplayer video game ❤️

…and a custom designed controller that Levi feels suits MC. They’re his player two, they should have a bomb looking controller!

Satan

ANOTHER ONE WITH AN ACTUAL LIST PRAISE BE.

If asked, Satan will hand MC an entire list of books that he want, these range from expensive old tombs that can only be acquired by selling one’s soul, to cute graphic novels that can be bought for like- 10 bucks.

While Satan does want the books on his list, he wouldn’t be opposed to MC piling on some new books that they like. There’s truly nothing more intimate than fangirling over a book with someone.

Other than books, we’d recommend getting Satan shelves… for his books. MC should also do their best to assemble them for Satan because he and IKEA furniture do NOT mix.

Asmodeus

Oh dear MC! He’s so glad they asked, he wants a-

We hope MC brought a pencil and paper with them, because they need to catalogue and chronicle Asmo’s word vomit.

“I want twelve new mirrors, the ones with the pretty ornate frames but not the ones with haunted rubies imbedded inside I also saw the cutest new purses at Majolish but it’s just so easy to find knockoffs-”

As Asmo rambles, he gets a little side tracked and ends up blabbing about the things he wants to get for MC… they should just pretend they didn’t hear him.

But yes, clothes, purses, skincare products, accessories, all good for Asmo!

But if MC REALLY wants to get him to cry, they should make him a photo album. Asmo LOVES scrapbooks, and if it’s just photos of him and MC well… 🥺 he just might ruin his foundation!

Beelzebub

Food.

Okay, basic choice, but other than food, what Beel really wants is a peaceful day with no one yelling or being at each other’s throats.

He’s easy to please, he’ll love whatever MC gives him. But when it comes to his gift to MC… he actually puts a lot of thought into it. He spends days wandering around stores and searching online for just the perfect thing to give to his favourite human. Beel goes through literally everything he knows about MC and finally settles on the gift.

Then comes the horrible realization that he spent all his gift money on food… geez, talk about pulling a Mammon… but shopping makes him hungry!!

…after all that hard work when he’s sitting on his bed putting the present in a gift bag he realizes he could have just ASKED MC about what they might have wanted.

Oh well, at least Beel got his Christmas wish… it was surprisingly peaceful that Christmas Eve.

Belphegor

Ah yes, that point in the school year where Belphie is preparing to go into hibernation… sigh, so sleepy…

What does Belphie wants for Christmas? He’s so glad MC asked, he’d like some peace and quiet.. and one of those temperature changing pillows.

Straight forward and to the point. The only problem is that his brothers also got him temperature changing pillows, so that Christmas Eve when Belphie got through all his presents, there was no force on heaven or earth that could wake him up.

Even though it’s kind of cheesy, Belphie gets MC one of those star certificates that says MC owns some random star. Belphie claims it’s the star next to his and Beel’s, so they’re always close together and no one else can take it from them.

Awwww…

Then Belphie passed out. He was turkey tired and surrounded by pillows! Leave him alone!

[five-rivers]

Danny slowly loses his memories from before the Accident.

“I don’t remember that,” said Danny.  “Are you sure I was there?”

Maddie raised her eyebrows.  “I talked to you about it just last week,” she said. “When I was asking you about what you’d like to do during summer vacation.”

“I remember that,” said Danny, uncurling slightly from his position on the couch.  “I just don’t remember the other thing.  I... maybe we talked about something like it.  When was it?”

“You were twelve,” said Maddie.  “It was just before your birthday.”

Slowly, he shook his head.  “Sorry,” he said.  “I remember, um...  What other vacations did we have?  Before the one where you thought I was crazy, it was, um...” He held his hands as if preparing to count on them.  “We went to New York that one time.  And then the Great Lakes before that...  Oh!  And that haunted house road trip.”

He frowned down at his hands, and Maddie felt something unpleasant curl in her gut.  

“Is that...  All you remember?” she asked.  

“Y-Yeah?  I guess the others were from when I was too young to remember?”

“The haunted house trip was when you were five,” said Maddie.  “Danny... have you been,” she didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to piece together other little oddities into a big picture, “have you been forgetting things?”

“No!” said Danny, defensively, sitting up straighter.  “I’m just...”  He chewed his lip.  “It isn’t as if I’ve forgotten anything recent.”

His abysmal grades and missed curfews begged to differ.

“One second,” said Maddie.  “Stay here.”

She went to her room and fetched one of her largest photo albums.  Danny was still on the couch when she came back, picking at the hem of his pant leg, and staring blankly at the floor.  Maddie sat next to him, making him jump.  She opened the album to a random page.  

“What were we doing here?” she asked.  

“Um,” said Danny, brows pinching together in confusion.  “Shopping?”

“For?” prompted Maddie.  

Danny shook his head.  “It’s just shopping.  It isn’t important.”

“Danny, this is from when we got you that model spaceship.  The one you have hanging up in your room.”

Danny blinked, and slowly shook his head.  

.

The doctor’s office looked clean.  It even smelled clean.  Danny was still doing his level best not to touch anything.  Maddie would have sighed at his behavior, but she was too tense.  She met Jack’s eye.  He looked terrible too.

“There are no signs of Alzheimer’s disease,” said the doctor.  All three of them sighed with relief.  “However...  You said the other symptoms, the difficulty in school, began after the electrical accident?”

“Yeah,” said Danny.  

The doctor nodded.  “Electricity can do strange things to the brain, sometimes.  We haven’t been able to find any structural damage, but the activity levels...”  He brought a colored image up on his computer screen.  “This is where long-term memory is stored,” he said. 

“Doesn’t red usually indicate high levels of activity?” asked Jack.

“It does,” said the doctor.  “This is actually higher than usual activity...  Honestly, I don’t know what’s going on here.  I would like to request that you make a record of things that you currently remember as happening in your life, and then come back a month from now.”

“That’s it?” demanded Maddie.  

“Right now, since we don’t know what’s causing this,” said the doctor, “the best we can do is monitor the situation.  We don’t even know if this is an ongoing deterioration, or something more gradual.  On the upside, other than long-term memory, there doesn’t appear to be any damage.  Your timeline after your accident is clear and detailed.  The cognitive tests we put you through actually put you significantly above average...  This is what we can do.”

Maddie didn’t like it.  Danny didn’t look surprised.  Or even particularly upset.  

She caught Jack’s eye again.  They would have to be ready to support him, when the extent of what he had lost fully hit him.  

.

Danny floated down the icy hallway next to Frostbite.  “This isn’t going to be one of those examinations where I have to get undressed, is it?” he asked.  

Frostbite chuckled, but there was an undercurrent to it that usually wasn’t present.  “Only halfway.”  He paused to tap Danny on the chest.  “Your mind is no longer entirely contained in your head, after all.”

Danny rubbed at where Frostbite had tapped him.  “You don’t think that has anything to do with it, do you?”

“I’m unsure,” said Frostbite as they reached the examination room.  “It isn’t unusual for ghosts to lose their memories of their lives, but that is both more immediate and more complete.  Sit down here, and take your shirt off, Great One, and we can begin.”

Danny made a face at the item that looked like an overly complicated dentist’s chair with a large metal disk embedded in the back, but obeyed.  

“Here we are,” said Frostbite, pulling a complicated ring-shaped thing from the chair.  “This part goes around your head,” he said adjusting it to fit.  

Despite his cold core, Danny shivered at the frigidity of the metal.  

“These are to monitor your core, along with the matching one built into the chair,” said Frostbite as he attached several flat disks to Danny’s chest.  

“Are they, like, ultrasound?” asked Danny, running his finger along the edge of one of them.  He didn’t like how they stuck to his skin.  

“They work on a similar principle,” said Frostbite.  He turned on several nearby monitors.  “With this, we will be able to see how your brain and core react in tandem.  Can you transform for me a few times?  I want to compare with the baseline readings we took from you when you first stayed with us.”

“Sure,” said Danny.  

.

“Alright,” said Frostbite.  “Now, I am going to try sending a few low-intensity ectoplasmic pulses and currents through you.  Is that alright?”

“Sure,” said Danny.  

The first few left Danny feeling lethargic and tingly.  Other gave him so much energy he had to leave the room for a few minutes to burn some of it off.  Another, interestingly, turned off his ghost half, not unlike the Plasmius Maximus.

There was a rest period in-between each test, to make sure that they weren’t mixing results.  During those times, Danny and Frostbite would laugh and tell jokes and...

...  Danny trailed off in the middle of a sentence.  “Frostbite?” he asked after a minute.  “What was I just saying?”

.

“I want to stress that this is currently just a theory, Great One,” said Frostbite.  

“It’s okay,” said Danny.  “Just...  What is it?”

“Your memories are recorded in both your brain and your core.  You know this, correct?”

“Yeah.  You told me that a while back.”

Frostbite nodded.  “Normally, if one is turned off, the other one is still recording memories, and the memories will be transcribed.”

Danny nodded.  

“Or, if they are disconnected, in the case of the Plasmius Maximus, or your parents’ ‘Ghost Catcher,’ they will swap memories.  However...”

“Yes?”

“It is my theory that certain kinds of discrepancies between memories can lead to your core deciding that the discrepancy is an error and attempting to remedy it.  Great One, your core did not exist prior to your accident.”

“So, it thinks my memories from before that are wrong, and it’s getting rid of them.”

“I’m afraid it may be so.”

“Can you stop it?  I mean, you were able to artificially induce it, earlier...”

Frostbite made a face.  “The only things I can think of that could stop this would be unhealthy in the long run.  I do not believe you want to try to split yourself in two again.”

“No,” agreed Danny.  “Any-Anything else?”

Frostbite sighed.  “This is not something I can confirm,” he said, “but I suspect that the reason for your odd pattern of your memory loss is that the memories you dwelled on most often vanished first.”

“Oh,” said Danny.  “Because that would bring them to my core’s attention...”

Frostbite nodded.  

“Well.  That’s... not ideal.”

“I’m sorry, Great One.  Would that I could do more.”

.

“It’s all gone,” he said, without preamble, as he stood at Jazz’s door first thing in the morning.  

She looked crushed.  “Are you sure?”

Danny nodded.  “I remember remembering, but I don’t actually remember.  It’s weird and...  actually kind of a relief,” he said, tilting his head to one side.  

Jazz blinked rapidly.  “Are you going to tell Mom and Dad?”

He shook his head.  As his memories had disappeared, so had most of his remaining trust in his parents.  Between the memories of them caring for him, and the memories of them attacking or threatening him, the latter were more vivid.  

He still loved them, and his ghostly desires, that he literally could not remember living without, still focused on them, but that and trust were two different things.  It had been months since he’d started to fake retaining memories that he only knew about from reading his journals.  

“Sam and Tucker?”

This time, Danny nodded, the gesture much more enthusiastic.  “We were going to meet up later today, anyway.  Do you want to come with us?”

“Sure,” said Jazz.  She rubbed at her eyes.  “Give me a second.”

Danny nodded.  He wasn’t in a hurry.  “I’ll be downstairs.”

He could understand the grief.  He had felt it.  But it was over, now.  The only thing left was to make new memories.  

[stylesberries]

Daddy

Summary: Harry wins a Grammy. You weren’t able to be there. Or were you?

Word Count: 2.0k

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!reader

Genre(s): filthy smut

Warning(s): sub!harry, a little degrading, daddy kink (a little different from the usual one)

“Harry, you’ve got it. You’ve got nothing to worry about, my love.” You spoke softly looking at Harry’s anxious expression through FaceTime.

“I know, baby. I just can’t help it, you know?” He let his eyes fall to the side of the room.

“Harry, you worked your ass off for this album, every song is so special. You don’t need an award to prove it, but please know that you deserve all of them.” You tried to soothe his worries and stress in the best way you could being so far away from him.

“Now go, honey. You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow. Go get some rest, okay?”

Knowing Harry, he would never hang up first because of how much he wanted to keep talking to you. You took it upon yourself to be the one to do so as the responsible one in the relationship.

“You’re right, Y/N. I’ll call you tomorrow before we start, okay?” He smiled softly, looking at you as if you hung the moon.

You looked at him apologetically.

“Baby, I have an exam tomorrow at that time don't you remember?” You spoke to Harry, smiling at him gently.

Your words seemingly made Harry upset. However, he tries his best not to show his obvious disappointment.

“Oh. Yes, I remember.”

•

“Harry, right here,” Jeff spoke, leading Harry to their table after Harry’s performance.

“Ah, yes okay.”

Harry followed right behind Jeff, his mind far from the said table.

Anxiety and worry filled his thoughts and he felt little to no relief as he didn’t get to speak to one person who could soothe his overflowing brain activity.

You’ve got nothing to worry about, my love.

“I’m okay. I’ve got nothing to worry about. We will talk after she’s done with her exam.” Harry spoke under his breath.

He sat down at the table next to Jeff after greeting everyone and waited for the announcements of nominations and winners in each of them.

Throughout the nominations, Harry kept checking the time to see if he would be able to get a text from you at least. However, no matter how much time passed he saw no notification from the person he most wanted to see them from.

“And the Grammy goes to,” the announcer paused as Harry struggled to get his thoughts together.

“Watermelon Sugar - Harry Styles!”

Snap out of it. Snap out of it. Snap out of it.

Harry kept looking at his lap, struggling to comprehend what’s happening around him.

He turned to Jeff with disbelief written across his face, the thought that kept swirling in his mind being:

“I wish I could hug her right now.”

•

“Aren’t you coming in?” Harry asked Jeff as he exited the car, his hand wrapped under his new Grammy.

“I’m not. Enjoy the night, man. You deserve it.” Jeff spoke weirdly as he closed the door behind Harry and waved at him with a suspicious smile on his face.

“Enjoy my night? Don’t you want to come in and drink with me a bit befo-” Harry spoke as he watched the car with Jeff in it drive off.

Harry stood dumbfounded by both Jeff’s words and his sudden departure.

“Well,” He thought as he shrugged and turned to walk towards his house. Keys kept jingling as he turned them to unlock his door.

Walking into the dark hall Harry turned back to lock the door behind himself and take his shoes off to walk through the house towards his room.

As he reached the door to open it he saw a small light in the dark of the room.

Completely confused now, he saw a lit candle on the floor in the middle of the room.

His first thought was to walk to it and blow it out, forgetting to turn the lights on, too busy thinking about the mysterious candle in the middle of the room.

Bowing down to the candle, Harry took it in his hand and blew it out.

The moment after he felt darkness overwhelm him as a wet tongue pressed itself against his neck.

Horror wrapped itself around the man’s frame before being replaced with comfort as he felt a familiar scent enter his nostrils.

“Y/N,” Harry called out for you in the dark, with a need to be enveloped in you.

“Mhm? How’s my Grammy winner doing?”

“I missed you so much,” Harry spoke to you as he tried to get up and turn to hug you.

“Ah-ah, Harry. I still have some business with you here.” You spoke as you wrapped a blindfold over Harry’s eyes and kissed him on the cheek.

“Fuck. You’ve got something for me?” Harry asked bowing back down with his back turned to you.

You wrapped your hand around the front of Harry’s neck squeezing a little to earn a light groan from him.

“Maybe I do.” You spoke, feeling him squirm as his body was now pressed against your chest.

“Oh, baby. Look at my good boy! Why are you squirming so much?” You kept teasing Harry as your hand tightened its hold around his neck, blocking the air from entering his lungs.

“Ah,” was the only sound Harry managed to push out of his chest as he felt his head lighten.

Your other hand wandered down to his chest. Harry was still fully dressed in his suit but you didn’t mind it. Your hand fell upon the growing bulge covered by the fabric of his trousers.

“Mhm!” Harry whined loudly as he felt your touch, not being able to see anything only made him more sensitive to every little touch of yours.

“What does my boy want?” You ask Harry, moving your hand up and down his boner.

Harry kept whining as he expected you to take action already. However, you had other plans.

“Come on, Harry. Be a good boy and tell me what you want me to do to you. It’s your day so I won’t be too strict. Just tell me what you want me to do.” You spoke right into his ear, hearing a faint moan leave their home between his lips.

“I-,” Harry tried to speak, only to have his dick squeezed to a point where he couldn’t say anything aside from gasping like a little bitch.

“Yes? What was it?” You asked him, releasing the tight hold you had around his dick.

Gasping for air, as he was still being choked by your other hand, he tried to speak again.

“Please,” Harry started, not feeling you squeeze him this time.

“Good start, baby. Continue.” You spoke sternly as you waited for the man in front of you to finally push out the words you’ve been waiting for.

“Please touch my dick, daddy,” Harry whispered the last part, almost to himself.

Your hand stopped moving, as the other one loosened around his neck.

“What did you say?” You asked, taken aback at the word he called you.

Harry froze, his eyes closing under his blindfold.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t-” He spoke fast, wishing he didn’t say anything in the first place.

“What did you call me.”

At this point, it wasn’t really a question. You wanted him to repeat himself.

“Daddy.” Harry caught on pretty quickly, knowing exactly how your voice changed when you were getting more and more turned on.

“Hm. Daddy, huh? If only all the people who watched you perform today knew how much of a filthy slut you are.” You finally pulled his dick out of his pants and pushed your other hand’s fingers into his mouth.

“Ah- daddy please,” Harry muffled around your fingers, swirling his tongue as he spoke.

You stroked him fast right from the start, only stopping to pull your hand to your face and leaning over his shoulder to spit onto your open palm and go back to stroking him.

“Fast,” Harry whined as you didn’t slow down, making his head swirl.

“I’m not slowing down. Filthy whores don’t get to choose when they cum. You cum when I tell you to.” You spoke into Harry’s ear, your lips against his skin.

Whines kept getting louder and louder as you kept stroking faster and faster, watching as the man in front of you fell apart against your chest. His breathing became sharper and his hips started following your hand’s movements. Normally you would’ve punished him for not staying still, but today was a special day, so you would let it slide.

“Harry?” You asked, as your hand moved faster, if that was even possible at this point.

He didn’t have any strength in him to answer you as his moans were the only sounds he could make now.

“I will count till three and you will cum for me.” You spoke, your words full of domination.

“But-”

“Three.” You ignored his desperate want to postpone his orgasm, as he was still on the way to reach his high.

Harry whined, desperately trying to concentrate on the feeling of you stroking him to try to cum to your count down. The sensation was so overwhelming that he felt ringing in his ears and spit running down his chin around your fingers.

“Two.”

His writhing quickened as he was trying to catch up with you, who was obviously not giving him any time whatsoever. Your hand did not give him a single moment to rest and showed no mercy to his sensitive dick and its almost-red tip. Precum was being smeared all over his tip, mixing with your spit as his tears were mixing with his spit.

It was so much but almost not enough. He wanted more. He wanted to cum all over your hand as he was desperately trying to for twelve minutes already, his oversensitivity standing in the way.

“One. Now.” You spoke into his ear, your words wrapped in authority.

A forced orgasm flushed over Harry’s whole being as his eyes rolled back before closing and his breathing became heavier. It felt as if he was washed over by a big wave that showed no mercy to his weak body, pushing him under its waters, as if wrapping him in a warm duvet. His hearing only allowed faint noises to reach his brain, and even those were heavily muffled by the ringing in his ears.

“Harry?”

A faint voice finally reached him after the third try. Immediately after he felt the blindfold being tugged off of his eyes and light moonlight entering his vision.

“Is everything okay?”

She spoke with such gentleness and love, genuinely worried for him being in this state of stun. However, the authority was still present in her voice.

You had already pulled your fingers out of his mouth at this point, your other hand living his tortured cock as well. Pressing your lips against the crook of his neck, you kept looking over his shoulder to watch his eyes start to open, his breathing going back to normal.

“Are you feeling good, baby?” You spoke once again, knowing well he didn’t hear you last time.

“Mhmm. So nice, daddy.”

The little shit enjoyed riling you up just as much as you enjoyed taking the result of his riling up out on him. A knowing smirk fell upon Harry’s face as he waited for you to give his hair a painful tug he always enjoyed.

He wondered what other pleasures you would bestow upon him on this special day.

“I hope you understand that the only reason I’m taking it easy on you today is the fact that it’s an important day for you, okay?”

“That’s one more reason why you shouldn’t take it easy, daddy.”

Pushing your buttons was his favorite thing to do because he knew what followed right after.

“On all fours.”

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[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Bet On It | Charlie Gillespie

Requested:  I may have already requested this (or I may have dreamed it) - but I would love an imagine with Charlie and the reader having a bet. Charlie loses and has to get the readers name tattooed somewhere and his fans go INSANE. Can be either platonic or romantic, your choice.

A/N: This was too good to pass up. Hope you like it! And special thanks to @calamitykaty for helping me out again on this one! I appreciate your help and love so much! You are the best of the best! Love you! 💖

Pairing: Charlie x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, tattoos 

Song(s) used: Show Me How You Burlesque - Christina Aguilera 

Words:  3,880

“Wanna bet on it?” was one of the first things he had ever said to you three years ago when you met him after your dance troupe had performed at the annual showcase. 

You and Meghan Gillespie had been friends since you started taking dance classes when both of you were five. However, your friendship never expanded from dance classes. Both of you were totally fine with that. 

This also meant neither of you had ever met each other's siblings, but that changed when you were seventeen and Charlie tapped your shoulder when you’d come up to greet your own family after the showcase. He’d complimented you on your dancing, and told you a little flustered that you had stolen the show. You didn’t even need to ask his name to know this was Charlie. He had the same bone structure and the same eyes Meghan did. She had told you about her siblings, mostly about Charlie since he was the closest in age and, according to her, the most annoying out of all her brothers. 

The two of you talked the whole night, even long after everyone had gone. Most of it was absolute nonsense, but  you loved getting to know him a little more aside from the stories you’d heard from Meghan. You enjoyed his presence and the way he carried himself and told his stories. This boy just seemed like the most excitable and passionate person you had ever met in your life. A lot of similarities to his sister, you noticed. 

“Can I see you again soon?” he asked when the two of  you wrapped up the night when it neared twelve am. 

You had raised your eyebrow at his nervosity more than his question. “Are you asking me out on a date?” 

Charlie’s head snapped up at your question, his eyes wide and jaw tight. “Wha-What? Nah! I wouldn’t date my sister’s friend! Uhm, more like, uh… Like a platonic date!” he exclaimed a little too excitedly. He even added some finger guns to top it all off. 

“All right, a platonic date it is,” you said as a teasing grin made its way to your features. “But you have to promise me one thing…” He nodded his head, encouraging you to go on. “You  have to promise you won’t fall in love with me.” 

A snicker raked through his body before he mimicked your teasing grin, “Wanna bet on it?” 

Even though back then there was nothing at stake, he still lost the bet. You both did, technically. Because after that first ‘platonic’ date followed more dates that grew into non-platonic dates until he finally picked up the courage to kiss you on your doorstep. 

Now three years later, you were working together on a second season of Julie and The Phantoms, both of you having been on the first season too. You as a background dancer and him as one of the leads of the show. 

To say you were proud of him would be an understatement. 

However, no one knew you were dating except for the closest people in your life. Meghan knew from the first ‘platonic’ date that this would be more than just a shallow friendship, and all your other friends and family were just happy you found each other. The cast of Julie and The Phantoms, however, were your biggest shippers. They loved to tease you both to the point where fans were suspicious, but you never made anything official. You kept telling them you were just best friends. 

After a full day on a corona proof set, the two of you finally settle on the sofa of your shared apartment with Owen. Said third roommate still had to film a couple of scenes with Booboo, which meant the two of you had the space all to yourself. 

Cuddled up on the couch, the two of you scroll through your phone, catching up on anything  you’d missed on social media. You’d received a few comments on your latest Instagram story with Savannah and Tori, and even more on the ones with Charlie in them. Most of them told you they wanted you to do a live together soon. 

“People are asking for a live,” you stated, showing some of the messages in your inbox. 

“Then they shall receive,” Charlie replied and got up from the couch, making his way into the bedroom. You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering why he just left, but you were given answers when he returned with an acoustic in his hand. “They always love a good jam session,” he explained before handing  you his phone so you could set up the live on his account since he had a lot more followers than you. 

“Let’s see,” you mumbled as you pressed the button, letting the phone rest against a large candle on the coffee table. Names started popping up at the bottom of the screen while the little number in the right-hand corner raked up quickly. “Hey guys!” 

“‘Sup!” Charlie shouted excitedly, a wide smile taking over his features while he tuned his guitar. “What do you guys wanna see from us today? Send us some requests for songs I should play or questions you want us to answer.” 

A laugh escaped your mouth as you noticed a lot of the questions were about whether or not you were a couple. “No, we’re not together, we’re just best buddies.” You put your head on Charlie’s shoulder, smiling a toothy smile at the camera. 

“Do you pull pranks on Owen or others from the cast?” Charlie read aloud as you pulled yourself up again, nodding your head in response. “Yeah, we pull pranks on each other all the time!” 

“Yeah! I love to prank this one whenever I find him somewhere napping,” you chuckled, especially when you noticed his expression on the screen. His mouth ajar as his eyes went from left to right. “I swear, this boy can sleep anywhere!” 

“Don’t expose me like that!” he cried out, which made you burst out with laughter to the point where you even let out a snort. You couldn’t hold yourself anymore at how offended he was by all of this, you were practically cackling. “Okay, if we’re exposing each other, you’re always dancing. ALWAYS,” he put emphasis on the last ‘always’. His eyes widened at the word as well as his voice growing louder. 

You stopped laughing at this, suddenly turning serious. “That’s my job, Char,” you deadpanned. Charlie wasn’t Charlie if he let it go so quickly. 

“Yeah, on set and maybe at practice, but you dance everywhere,” he turned to the camera, “Seriously, she dances in the shower, on the toilet, at catering, in bed,...” he stopped himself upon realizing he’d said a tiny bit too much. 

“People are asking how you know all that, Charlie. How do you know all of that?” you teased along, knowing he had dug himself a hole and you loved to see him squirm to get him out. 

“Because I… Come on, y/n, we’re best friends, we fall asleep in the same bed all the time,” he quickly saved himself in a very nonchalant, very Charlie way. You couldn’t help the smirk tugging at one corner of your lip, thinking ‘Nice save, Gillespie’.

“But that’s still not as bad as sleeping everywhere,” you countered, your face still overtaken by that smirk. “I bet I could get a whole album of pictures of you sleeping anywhere.” 

This claim made Charlie’s head snap up, a feeling of dejavu rushing through his mind. This suddenly felt very familiar since both of you had  been in a situation like this before, both pulling the short straw.

“Wanna bet on it?” he declared, his eyebrows nearly reaching up to his hairline. 

Your tongue glided across your turned up lips as you replied, “What’s at stake?” 

“Let’s see what they think. Guys! Help us out with this bet, please! What should be at stake?”

Dozens of replies came in, but your eyes fell on one in particular. “The loser has to get the winner’s name tattooed in a place of the winner’s choice!” you read aloud, pointing at the screen where the comment used to be. “Yes! Okay! So, let’s say we have to each get ten pictures of videos by -- it’s now Tuesday, so Monday?”  Charlie nodded his head in agreement. “First one to get ten wins.” 

Charlie held his hand out for you to shake, which you gladly did so, sealing the bet. 

“Get ready to get tatted for the first time, baby,” Charlie quipped with a smirk. 

“Oh, no, Char. I’m gonna leave this a blank canvas,” you responded, gliding your hands over your ribcage and down to your sides for emphasis. “You better get ready to get ‘y/n’ tattooed in big block letters across your chest!” You patted his pecs before adding with a giggle, “No ragrets.” 

He let out a chuckle at the meme reference before turning to the phone again. The two of you spent the next twenty minutes talking to the fans on Instagram live, playing them some songs and teasing one another non-stop. The fans were pretty certain you were a thing by now, but you still insisted all this was just a really close friendship. 

By the next day, everyone knew about the bet and was willing to help both of you out. Though, most of them told you afterwards they were on your side all the way. 

Savannah skipped over to you when you were waiting at the Hollywood Ghost Club set, getting ready for the last rehearsal before you’d start filming the scene tomorrow. You were going over the steps in your head until she spoke up. “Have you caught Charlie yet today?” she asked with a smirk. You let out a chuckle, shaking your head. 

“No, haven’t really stopped today, so I haven’t seen him much either.” This made you realize you kind of missed him and were up for a cuddle right about now. “Why? Have you seen him somewhere?” 

The mischievous look in her eyes spoke a thousand words. “Gimme your phone, I’ll go take a picture, so you can stay here.” You mull over the option for a second before deciding against it. 

“No, that’s not very fair. I’ll just go and look for him after this rehearsal and hope he’ll still be napping.” Savannah shrugged at your response before tucking a strand of hair of yours behind your ears. 

“Suit yourself, he’s in the breakroom.” You made a mental note of that. “You’re so soft for him, it’s adorable,” she uttered as a tender smile found its way to her lips. “I’ll let you get to rehearsal and I’ll make sure no one wakes Charlie before you can get to him, okay?” 

You shot her a thankful smile, “Yeah, thanks, Sav.” She kissed your cheek before walking away to wherever she needed to go. 

Thankfully, Charlie was indeed still asleep by the time you made it to the breakroom. He looked adorable all curled up on the small sofa with his arms wrapped around his own stomach. With an endeared smile, you grabbed your phone from the pocket of your sweater and snapped a picture before making your way over to him and squatting down in front of the couch. Softly, you brushed a strand of hair off his forehead before combing through the luscious mop of brown locks. 

He stirred slightly and squeezed his eyes tighter before they fluttered open. When they met yours, a soft, sleepy smile lit up his face. With a beam mirroring his, you said to him, “You look very cuddly up here, mind if I join you?” He scooted over and turned to his side, answering your question without words. You joined him on the small couch and rested your forehead on his chest, shutting your eyes as you inhaled the familiar scent of his cologne. 

“You took a picture, didn’t you?” he mumbled, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. You giggled, which was enough for him to know that you did. 

“One point y/n, Charlie zero,” you said and kissed his shirt-covered chest. 

“Oh, I’ll get my revenge, Bubba, I promise you!” He poked you in the ribs, making you squirm in his arms. “But let’s nap first until they need us again.” 

When Charlie promised something, he stuck to it. So, during lunch that same day, you stood in line with Madison, Jadah, Savannah, Tori and some of the other dancers, chatting a bit while music played from the speakers in the spacious area where everyone was either already eating or queueing to get food. 

“You really never know if you--” you cut yourself off once your ears picked up on the song that was playing in the background. “Oh my God! I know the choreo to this one. Tori, you do too, right?!” 

You put the plate you were holding on top of Savannah’s while Tori and some of the other dancers gave theirs to the other girls. Tori and Sam, one of the dancers you were closest with, got up on the table. Chuckling, you watched as a few others followed their example, and you quickly give in too. 

“Hit it up, get it up, won’t let you rest Hit it up, get it up, this is not a test Hit it up, get it up, gotta give me your best So get your ass up, show me how you burlesque”

You’ve loved this movie since it came out ten years ago. Your mother showed you some videos of you dancing in front of the tv, trying to imitate the dancers. It was pretty hilarious to see a ten-year-old do this dance. 

Right now though, you were ready to show off in front of everyone with some of the greatest dancers on this crew. Moments like these were proof that you were born to be a dancer. 

“A little bit of naughty, it's a little bit nice She’s a whole lot of glam, sweat, sugar, sex, spice Shimmy, shimmy, strut, strut Give a little what, what Up on the tables we’ll be dancing all night”   

Little did you know that Charlie had walked in with Owen, Jeremy and Booboo just as you’d started to dance. He was quick enough to grab  his phone from his pocket and film it. Even though he loved the fact that it was now a tie, he couldn’t help but smile proudly at the girl he’d fallen in love with three years ago. 

This was his favorite side of yours. You were in your element on the dance floor -- or table in this case. He just loved how confident you were and how free you seemed. While you’d be kind of shy when around new people, nobody would notice that when you’re dancing. He found it incredibly sexy to see you up there. 

You groaned as Charlie held his hand out to help you down the table when you’d finished the impromptu performance. With a smirk, he said, “1-1, Bubba,” and pressed a kiss to your flustered cheek. 

“I hate you,” you mumbled, but you couldn’t withhold the smile tugging at your lips. He looked so chuffed with his victory, even if it was a small one. You wanted to grant him this one win. 

The one win quickly turned into eight more, for the both of you, by Saturday. 

Match point. 

There was a mutual agreement to pause the bet on Sunday since the two of you had a day off and were going to sleep and dance around the apartment while cleaning up anyway, so that wouldn’t be fair. But on Monday, it was game on. 

You were certain you were going to win. All you had to do is find Charlie when you knew he didn’t have to film anything and try to withhold yourself from dancing if it wasn’t a part of the filming or rehearsal progress.

By noon, you had succeeded in one department. The only thing left to do now, was find Charlie. You knew he had an hour off for lunch and  that he’d spent twenty minutes of it taking a power nap somewhere on set. The only downside was, that you had no clue where he could possibly be sleeping  now. 

“Mads! Jer!” you exclaimed when you saw Madison and Jeremy walking up to you with sandwiches in their hands. “Have you guys seen Charlie anywhere?” The two glanced at each other before giving you a look that screamed ‘seriously, y/n?’. 

“What’s the best napping spot in the entire studio and isn’t used for anything today?” Jeremy asked as a way of responding to your question. 

Your eyes widened as the image of the bed popped into your head. You quickly muttered, “Thank you!” before hurrying your way to the set that holds Julie Molina’s bedroom. And there, smack in the middle of the bed, cuddled up to a pink cushion, lied your boyfriend. 

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you nervously grabbed your phone and snapped a few pictures to make sure there was at least one that wasn’t blurry. Your hands were shaking way too much from the excitement, but you couldn’t just let this one pass. You had to win. If not just to prove a point. 

You rapidly scrolled through the photos and when you saw one that was in focus, you shrieked and leapt onto the bed on top of Charlie. He let out a groan at the sudden weight pressing down on his body as he shook awake. 

“I won, bitch!” you screamed out, doing a happy dance as you straddled his lap.

He rubbed his eyes like a toddler whilst giggling like one too before placing his hands on your thighs and saying, “I didn’t think you’d find me here.” He started rubbing up and down your jeans-cladded legs, a pout tugging at his bottom lip. 

You raised your eyebrows at him, “Seriously? This is the most infamous napping spot of the entire studio! I immediately came here when I couldn’t find you in your regular spot in the breakroom.” Now it was his turn to raise his eyebrows at you. 

“Someone else told you I was here, didn’t they?”

“Yep, definitely.” 

He groaned and then flipped you over, so you were lying next to him, and you let out a shriek before it turned into a giggle. “I already know where you’re gonna put my name too,” you mumbled. You pressed your forehead against his while tracing a heart on his chest, right above his heart. 

His eyes fluttered shut as he kissed your forehead. Placing it back, he muttered, “Let me guess, on my left pec, so you’re forever in my heart?” You simply hummed in response, earning a chuckle from your boyfriend. “Why are you so predictable?” 

“Shut up, you love me.” 

Butterflies welled up in his belly as you said that. He loved the overconfident way you always said those words. They were true. Very true and he loved that you knew that. But that didn’t take away the fun into actually reminding you too. 

“That’s true.” 

The following day, you took Charlie to the tattoo parlor to get his tattoo. You had told him a thousand times he didn’t have to do it, that knowing you were the winner sufficed, but he just replied with a, “No, I want that tattoo.” 

The tattoo artist asked if  you had a design in mind, so you handed her the slip of paper on which you had perfectly written your name in cursive and told her where to put it. She simply stated, “You got great  handwriting,” before showing you and Charlie to the back. 

“Film this for Insta, babe, so the people know I lost,” Charlie had ordered you sweetly as he tugged his shirt over his body, handing it over to you while he sat down. 

You grabbed your phone and started filming when the tattoo artist, whose name was CeCe, she’d said, started on his tattoo. Charlie looked up at you, biting his lip, and then reaching out to you. Without asking him what was wrong, you swung his shirt over your shoulder and took his hand with the one you weren’t filming with. He squeezed hard, nearly bone-crushingly hard, but you let him. After all, it was kind of your fault he was there in the first place. 

When CeCe had finished and put a protective band-aid on it, Charlie grabbed his shirt from your shoulder, and kissed you on the lips sweetly. You paid for the work and time CeCe had put into this, said your goodbyes, and headed back home. 

Pretty much every single one of the cast was waiting at your place, ready to see the finished product. However, Charlie wasn’t allowed to take the covering off yet. It needed to stay there for two to four hours before he could take it off. 

And once he did, you were surprised to not only see your name on his chest, but also your favorite flower worked into it beautifully. Confused and surprised, you looked up at Charlie. 

“When did you even tell her to do that?” you asked as everyone started to take pictures of the tattoo and of the interaction between the two of you. 

“Called in beforehand,” he simply shrugged. Shaking  your head, you leaned up and planted a kiss to his lips. Even though it was bat-shit crazy he even went through with tattooing your name on his chest, the fact he added an element of you made it extra special. 

That night, Charlie posted the video of him getting his tattoo on his Instagram stories while you made a compilation post of all ten of the sleeping Charlie pictures you had accumulated in the last week, along with a picture of his tattoo. 

@Yourinstahandle: Victory is mine! You are absolutely crazy. I can’t believe you went through with this. At least now I’m forever embedded on your heart and I’ll be yours forever. 💖 @Charles_Gillespie 

And with that, you immediately went Instagram official too. Following your example, Charlie shared a picture of his brand new tattoo as well. 

@Charles_Gillespie: Wanna bet on it? Forever mine 💖 @Yourinstahandle

When he joined you in bed that night, you went to lie down on his chest, only to receive a painful hiss from him, causing you to shoot up again. “GAH! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” you shouted, and looked at him in shock. 

“It’s fine,” he muttered and went to pull you back but you refused to. 

“No, Char, I’m not gonna hurt you for an entire night,” you grumble and crawl across his legs to lie down on his other side. “This feels weird.” You rested your head against the non-painful side of his chest. “But better than no cuddles.” 

“Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn’t have won, so I wouldn’t be in pain right now,” he responded, followed by a small chuckle, letting you know he was just joking.    

“You are the most ridiculous person I have ever met,” you muttered. Before closing your eyes, you quickly leaned up and pecked his cheek. 

“Wanna bet on it?”

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Hey bestie, how are you? I have a director's cut requests for you.

You know my favorite fic is the festa junina one aka "It only takes the holidays". Loving and missing this work daily, so please, give me more of it. Wanna know anything you want or can talk about that series.

Also, I love "My beautiful, hurtful secret"; and I want a cut about this one too, please.

I will be waiting for those darling, or as we say in Brazil, faz seus corre.

Hi, wifey!!! I'm great, how are you?! Let's go because there's a lot to be said about these stories hahahaha

Director’s Cut of It only takes the holidays

It always warms my heart when people ask me about this story, it's so important to me. But at the same time I have some issues with it haha one thing at a time though.

Evermore by Taylor Swift is a masterpiece. All the songs on this album, as well as Folklore, carry such a deep story with them and if I could I would write stories to all of them. And there was this one time that by coincidence I heard "dorothea" followed by "'tis the damn season" and I was like "this is it" haha and for the rest of the night I kept listening to these two songs and coming up with the story and I was just so happy with how it turned out.

It's that type of story that even though it's sad it kind of warms your heart because you know everything is going to be okay, you know? It's the kind of story that I would read on a cloudy day with a cup of coffee by my side and that's really nice for me.

I can't pick a favorite moment in this story. I really like the flashbacks, it's so beautiful to see the beginning of Wanda and Y/n's friendship, how they met, how they were shy messes around each other. But one scene that I really like, in terms of flashback, is when Y/n makes a wedding ring for Wanda:

[...]

You were walking around the backyard wearing your father’s hat that was clearly too big for your head. You were looking for the most perfect grasses you could find. Your mother offered to help you, but when she said that all the grasses were the same you told her you would look for them by yourself, because she didn’t get it.

You wanted to make a wedding ring for Wanda because you will ask her to marry you when she arrives later for a sleepover. You didn’t actually know what marriage was, but you knew your mom and your dad were married and that was why they were always happy and were always spending time with each other. And that’s exactly what you wanted to do with Wanda, so you would ask her to marry you. But you needed the perfect grasses because Wanda was really nice and you really liked her.

When you were satisfied with the ones you chose, you sat on the porch of your house and started making the ring. It took you a few hours and some frustrated unsuccessful attempts, but when you finally finish, you are really happy with the result.

After Wanda arrived, you two play with some of your toys and have dinner. When the two of you go to your room to watch a movie before bed, you decide it’s the perfect time.

You pick the ring from where you were hiding it and show it to her.

- What is this? – She asks curiously, the movie completely forgotten by you both.

- I want to marry you. – You explain, leaning the ring towards her and she giggles.

- We can’t get married, we are only twelve! – She says and you suddenly feel very sad. – But I really want to marry you, though. – She says after a while and you feel a wave of hope washing over you.

- Really? – You ask with a bright smile and she nods smiling in the same way.

- Ask me again when we’re older and I’ll say yes.

- Okay. – You say, placing the ring with all the care you have inside the first drawer on your nightstand. – Okay, I will.

[...]

This scene is so pure and always brings a smile to my face and makes my heart warm.

Actually, revisiting this story I like how the flashbacks have the function not only of explaining the context of the characters' relationships, but also as foreshadowing? I think this is very nice and gives more dynamism to the story.

But at the same time that I love this story so much, there are many things that I wanted to change. Not because it's not good enough, but because I feel I could do better, you know?

This was my first series, one of the first stories I ever wrote. So besides having learned a lot with my writing since then, my English was still a little rusty, so you can tell I used to write something like "just what was necessary" hahaha today I think I would develop more the scenes, the settings...

Besides that I would expand the story for sure. I would bring more from Wanda's point of view, I would bring more flashbacks for sure. For example, Reader's father is very important to her in this story, and there are almost no scenes with him. I would definitely change that.

Well, you know I've talked a few times about rewriting it. Maybe I will, maybe I won't hahah let's see what the future will tell us.

Director’s Cut of My beautiful, hurtful secret

How to start talking about this story?.... Haha

I feel like I'm already repeating myself here, but I think it's important to say this to talk about this series. One of the reasons I liked In Secret so much is that it makes it clear in its details and nuances that the film is about passion and not about love. And since passion, in my opinion at least, is a negative thing, ruled by possession and madness, the people who feel it end up committing unthinkable acts, as happened in the movie. But I kept wondering what it would be like if it were all about love and if the characters were not crazy psychopaths.

Writing this story was actually a very unique experience for me, I think you can tell in the way I write it, it's a little different from other stories I have written, both before and after this one. I don't know, I just feel like I was more passionate in terms of writing? There's a piece that I like very much and that I think reflects well what I want to say:

[...]

Therese presses her eyes shut, gripping your shirt tightly and clenching her jaw, letting the moan die in her throat. Her expression softens, although her hands are still tight on the fabric of your garment, and she opens her eyes, locking them in yours.

The sight of Therese with her pupils so dilated and her lips slightly open, sighing as you touch her is completely intoxicating, you're sure that nothing in the world could ever make you feel the things you're feeling right now. For you, there is only her.

Meanwhile, you watching her made Therese's body feel even hotter. The sensations your touch made her feel were indescribable. But even more indescribable was the effect of your gaze. It was as if you could see way more than her face, as if your eyes could go beyond and see everything she is, everything she wanted to be.

Maybe this is why she avoided looking at you so much when you first met. Because you seem able to know her as she really is, and she never wanted to let anyone do that, least of all you. But now she is more than willing to let you get to know her, so she locks her eyes on yours. For her, there is only you.

[...]

I really like this bit, because it's much more about what the characters are feeling at that moment than about the action itself, you know? I like that a lot, and I feel that's very present throughout this story as a whole. Unfortunately I've never been able to write like that again, I guess, I really wish I could.

Changing the subject a bit, there's one scene that always makes me laugh. It's when Y/n and Laurent are trying to convince Madame Raquin to let Camille travel with him so that Y/n and Therese can spend the night together. During the conversation, there is this moment:

[...]

You watch the interaction expectantly and, noting that Madame Raquin still doesn't seem very convinced, you decide to add. "Besides, Madame." You say and wait for the woman to look at you to continue. "Laurent is the most caring person I know, I'm sure Camille will be in good hands."

[...]

I just find it so funny, considering what actually happens in the movie. Maybe it was a mean joke, but I don't really care hahaha

Something I would change in this story, however, is the final chapter. One of the scenes, right near the middle of the chapter, ends with the two running away in the carriage and the scene ends with the paragraph:

[...]

Leaning your head against Therese's, you take a deep breath and lose yourself in the warmth of the woman in your arms and the swaying of the carriage all the way to the train station. Your chest at peace, knowing that no matter where you go, Therese will be with you, so everything will be all right.

[...]

And looking at it now, I think it would be the perfect way to end the chapter, you know? It closes the whole arc that was work in the story, which is: forbidden love finally finding its means to become possible. If I were writing this story now I would have ended the chapter there and everything that comes after I would leave in an epilogue.

And since we are talking about the ending, I think now is a good opportunity to talk about the original ending of this story. As I say in the note at the end of the chapter, that was not the ending I had in mind. In fact, the ending would be very very sad, and I will tell it to you right now! Haha

Y/n's plan to escape with Therese was to finish the book and publish it so they could have an income to escape. In the original ending Y/n would lose track of time and by the time she finished the book Therese would be gone.

Obviously, Y/n and Therese are devastated by the loss of the love of their lives.

For the rest of the chapter we would follow Y/n doing what she told Therese she would do if she lost her: collapse. Y/n doesn't eat, doesn't sleep, doesn't do anything other than relive the moments with her lover until she becomes extremely ill. Laurent takes Y/n to the hospital, but nothing is able to cure her. In the minutes before she dies, Y/n "sees" Therese, the brunette taking care of and comforting her until she closes her eyes for the last time.

Years later, Laurent goes to visit the Raquin's at their house in the countryside. Therese is visibly unhappy. When Laurent gets there, however, she raises hopes of finally seeing Y/n again, but when Laurent tells her what happened, she collapses in tears.

The story would end with Therese jumping into the lake, hinting that she has chosen to join Y/n.

Like I said... pretty sad hahahaha I really like this ending too, but I wouldn't change the official ending of the story, I think it's very beautiful and remarkable.

Well, I guess that's what I had to say about these two stories. If you have something about them that you want me to comment on in more depth just let me know!

Send me a ⭐ with a story, excerpt, dialogue or whatever from my works that you want me to comment on!

[theonewiththefanfics]

Give You Hell (one-shot)

Synopsis: When you’re in a relationship with someone famous while being famous it can be difficult. But not for the Reader and Harry, yet when her past comes knocking, she’ll make sure to know where she stands.

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, some minor angst, like microscopic 

Warnings: swearing, reference to past abusive relationship, but nothing explicit.

Word count: 3428

100% inspired by ‘All American Rejects’’ ‘Gives You Hell’

Dating someone famous while being famous yourself had pros and cons, much like everything in life. The cons mostly came from the outside, not from the inside. It was the opinions of others, thinking what they said mattered, the scrutiny of the press, hoping one of them would mess up, and they could run some bullshit article just so their numbers could go up, without a second thought of how the people involved felt, and it was some jealous fans who didn’t seem to comprehend the people they admired were actual human beings with feelings and thoughts and emotions and autonomy. But other than that, Y/N’s and Harry’s relationship was just like any other. Save for when their emotions bubbled over, millions of people heard them in songs.        They’d met at the iconic yellow-suit-Harry Brit awards. She’d been right next to Hugh Jackman opening the show, a red glittering bodysuit with a black and gold ring-master jacket, a top hat adorning her head as she dominated the stage. If Harry had been sloshed at that point (much like he was later on, but who was Y/N to say, given how most of the night was a blur for her), he would’ve absolutely started drooling at the sight of her, and he was one of the thousands who stood up, hollering and clapping as she and Hugh ended their performance.

       Much to his dismay though, Y/N wasn’t one of the people assigned to sit by his table, instead, she was a couple of rows behind, whispering something into Billie Eilish’s ear, the two erupting into uncontrollable laughter.        He felt like a creep as he tried to catch every possible glimpse of Y/N, her smile making his heart race. She’d been on his radar for a while, had even thought about asking her to collaborate on a song for ‘Fine Line’, but at the end of the day, it was an album of personal discovery (and when one of his producers told him Y/N was halfway across the world in the middle of Norwegian woods for the next half-year working on her own music, he didn’t want to be a bother). But seeing her then, Harry wondered why he hadn’t reached out on his own, especially after at the after-party Lizzo had dragged Y/N to him and introduced the two.        The following day, pictures of them dancing together, drinks in hands and drunken grins on their faces would sweep the web, sparking millions of rumours, but, at that moment, they didn’t care, nor did they care about what was written because as Harry twirled Y/N under his arm, as much as the connection was there, that night they went their separate ways. Even when they were drunk, they understood that about the other person, and wouldn’t accept anything else, but a sober and coherent ‘yes’.        Sometime midday the next day, Harry reached out to Y/N through a DM on Instagram checking in on how she was doing, which then turned into a six-hour FaceTime call.        “What do you mean you’ve never had a hangover?!”        Y/N laughed at Harry’s almost offended expression. “I mean I’ve never had a hangover. I’ve never thrown up while drunk or after being drunk, my head’s never hurt – nothing. I mean I’m tired, but that’s because I’m still on New York time and got to bed at like five AM.”        “You… are something else.”        She wiggled her eyebrows. “Is that something else something good?”        Y/N didn’t know, but when Harry saw her eyes sparkle, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately knew – she was it. “The best.”        “Well…” she bit her lip. “If I’m the best, would it be too forward of me to ask you out for a coffee?”        What Harry didn’t know was that when she saw him smile as if those were the best news in the world, her heart skipped as well, and she knew he was the one.        “Only if it’s my treat.”        “But I was the one who asked you out.”        “Yes, but you can pay for the second date.”        Holding in her squeals of joy was tough, but she raised her eyebrow, giving Harry a sly smirk. “Already so confident there’ll be a second date?”        Harry scoffed. “And a wedding!”        Seeing Y/N throw back her head as she laughed, made all sorts of butterflies fly through his stomach.        “Okay, Styles. I’ll take your word for it.”        Three months into the relationship, the two were booked to appear on The Graham Norton show together, which was also the first time they’d appear officially as a couple at a work/outing kind of a setting since the rumours started floating, and a picture of Harry kissing Y/N outside of a hotel room had sort of confirmed that.        “So, you two.” Graham pointed between Y/N and Harry with his cards. “Have started to date? Not to say anything Harry, but Y/N… I didn’t think boy-bands were your type.”        That made her lean over in laughter as Harry gave everyone a shocked face, before slumping back and pouting, nudging Y/N with his knee. “That’s not funny.”        “I mean it kind of is.”        “She was twelve when she swore off boy-bands.” Graham nodded, taking a sip of his wine. “Isn’t that what you said last time you were here?”        “Hey, it’s been ten years since I said that!” Y/N laughed. “Cut me some slack. All the people I was crushing on are married anyway… with kids… and could probably be my dads… I have issues, don’t I?”        Everyone exploded into giggles while Harry shook his head, chuckling.        “Love you with all of your issues.” He nudged her shoulder, and she nudged right back, taking a sip of her drink.        “Yeah, give it a couple of months. You’ll regret your words.”        The thing was Y/N was so wrong, and she’d never been happier to be so wrong. Each morning they were together, Harry woke up to her showering him with kisses or vice versa. As private as Harry was, his Instagram stories were now filled with pictures and small videos of them, of Y/N’s face half-covered by a blanket, glasses crooked as she smushed her cheek to his chest and watched a movie, or her eating breakfast while re-watching old Bones and Castle episodes with captions like ‘dunno how she keeps the food down’ and ‘she swears it’s just for research’, while her feed was full of candid Harry photos or her rummaging through his closet and showing everyone his immaculate style, and giving tips how others can recreate it (also she may or may not just use that as a reason to steal his clothes).        Generally, people loved it, and their love for one another. It was refreshing to see them enjoy each other’s company, and not be afraid to do so, especially now, given how it was a couple of days before Y/N ended her tour in New York in Madison Square Garden, to which Harry had specifically flown out for despite being in the middle of filming for ‘The Little Mermaid’. Three AM blinked on the clock, as the two finally drifted off to sleep after five hours of a passionate reunion when her phone dinged, indicating a message had arrived.        “Turn it off,” Harry grumbled into the skin of Y/N’s back. “’S too early.”        She hummed in agreement, furrowing her brows as her palm blindly searched for the offending device, and she squinted her eyes as the light burned her retinas before widening in shock at the message.        Harry felt her body go rigid, and he pressed a kiss to her neck. “Everythin’ alright, lovie?”        “Uh – “ she stuttered, trying to process the words on the screen. “Uh, yeah. Yes, everything’s fine. Just… some last-minute changes for the show. They want something really big for the ending, and some of the propositions are just…”        She could feel a smile stretch across Harry’s mouth. “Extravagant?”        “You could say that, yeah.”        “Sounds like it’s gonna be one hell of a show. Not that the others weren’t.”        Y/N switched the phone off wiping away the message first and then turned to cuddle into Harry’s chest. “It most certainly will.”        For the next two days, she was an anxious ball of mess, as her crew got everything ready, and her and her band rehearsed relentlessly before she asked all of them to gather at the studio to add a song to the setlist.        “It’s gonna be a couple more hours, Hazza,” Y/N murmured into the phone as Harry had called in to check on her. “ ‘M sorry. You don’t have to wait up for me. I know you’re still adjusting to New York time.”        “ ‘S alright,” he slurred, clearly already falling asleep but determined not to. “Can’t sleep without you anyway.”        At those words, Y/N’s heart did that stupid flipping thing it’d been doing ever since Harry entered her life to stay, and a shy grin blossomed on her lips. “You’re exhausted, sweetheart. But I’ll tell you what - if you do go to bed, I’ll be sure to wake you up with a kiss when I get back.”        “You promise?” She could hear the smile on his face.        “Swear it.”        “Alright, lovie. I’ll be waiting to cash in on that kiss.”        “I’ll run to give it to you as soon as I can. G’night.”        “See ya’ in a bit.”        Y/N let out a shudder as she heard the call disconnect. She entered back inside the studio and clapped her hands, drawing the attention of her producers and band members. “Where were we?”

***

       The hour before a show was always nerve-wracking for Y/N. It’s when the adrenaline truly started to rush, when her feet and palms got all tingly, and her ears and cheeks heated up. It was when their warm-up band exploded on stage, and the crowd got pumped up. But the best moment that night by far was right when she was about to run out, Harry had pulled her back by the wrist and kissed the living daylights out of her.        “You’re gonna kill it tonight,” he muttered against her lips, words skimming her mouth and making her smile as bright as the sun. She seemed to do that a lot around him. It’s why he now dedicated Golden to her every time he sang it.        “Thank you. For being here.”        Harry flicked her nose. “Always. Now go. People are waiting.”        When Y/N finally appeared on stage, pretty much glowing as brightly as the stage lights, her fans went wild, and even more so when she jumped, starting off the show. The whole time, her gaze flitted to backstage just to get a glimpse of Harry, and whenever she did, she saw him dancing, singing along, filming her having fun and some clips of himself as well, going absolutely ham to her songs.        As the night was moving towards the end, usually, she’d feel euphoria from giving a great performance, after hearing thousands of people sing her songs in unison, now Y/N felt closer to throwing up and fainting.        “So uh…” She pushed back strands of sweaty hair, hollers of people echoing in her head. “This is a very special show tonight. Umm… this is the first concert my boyfriend’s come t - .” She didn’t even get to finish the sentence before the cheers of the people interrupted her, deafening the girl even with the earplugs.        “But umm… it’s also a special show because two days ago someone reached out to me, and uh… he… well, he was as important of a person once the same way Harry is right now, and he wrote this.”        Y/N went over to where the piano chair was, lifted it and fished out her phone from it, revealing the message that’d been basically haunting her nights and days since receiving it.        “Breaking up with you was the biggest mistake I ever made.” To her own surprise, her voice was steady and sure, unlike her hands which were trembling like leaves in a storm. “I know you look happy and in love, but I know it’s not true. I’ve known you for five years, I know how to see through the mask you put on every day just to make sure others are happy while you yourself suffer an inauthentic life. But you do deserve to be happy. And I’ll be waiting for you if you decide to give us a chance again. I’ll be at your concert in Madison Square.” She looked out into the crowd. “You wrote a song once for me. If you sing it, that’s how I’ll know you feel the same.”        By the time she got to the end, there were no more shouts or screams, but confused murmurs. Y/N let out a shuddering breath, hoping that she could manage to do what she wanted, and everything didn’t fall apart. “The thing is, I’d like for Harry to come on stage, please.”        She could see the fear in his eyes as he jogged to stand next to her, but he disguised it with an overenthusiastic smile as he waved over towards the raging sea of people. He’d seen the message, had seen her reread it more than fifty times by that point, and as sure as he was in their relationship, when someone who held such importance, no matter if good or not, in someone’s life came knocking again, you could never be too sure what would happen. Harry didn’t want to say anything, believing if it was important enough, she’d tell him. Guess that was it.        “So, uh…” Y/N pulled Harry’s arms over her shoulders and grasped onto them, grounding them both. “This is for you.” Y/N looked over into the crowd before glancing over her shoulder, Y/E/C eyes meeting Harry’s wavering green ones. “And you,” she whispered so that only he could hear. “Hope you know I mean everything.”        As the cords started playing, she felt Harry unwarp his arms from where she’d been holding them over her shoulders and a smile erupted on her face.        “I wake up every evening,” Y/N sang, “with a big smile on my face, and it never feels out of place.”        “And you’re still probably workin’,” Harry’s voice joined in, grin as wide as the Cheshire cat’s, as he now had a microphone in hand, the other placing earplugs in his own ears, “at a nine-to-five pace… I wonder how bad that tastes.”        “When you see my face hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell,” the two harmonized, Y/N’s eyes locked onto the masses, imagining the face of her ex-boyfriend who had the audacity to send that message.        “When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.” Harry was looking at the crowd as well, now fully understanding the message and the person behind it, and although he lived by ‘treat people with kindness’, he couldn’t help but gloat at the fact he got to sing with the love of his life on stage, and basically serenade a break-up song to a person who didn’t know how to appreciate what he’d had.        Y/N cocked her head to the side. “Now, where’s your picket fence, love, and where’s that shiny car? It didn’t ever get you far. You’ve never seemed so tense, love. I’ve never seen you fall so hard. Do you know where you are?” It was hard not to smile, knowing where she was and who she was with. Harry threw an arm over Y/N’s shoulders as she sang, giving a mock sad look, while Harry pouted. “And truth be told, I miss you… And truth be told, I’m lying!”        “When you see my face hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you find a gal that’s worth a damn and treats you well.” Y/N pointed towards where she imagined her ex was standing. “Then she’s the fool, you’re just as well, hope it gives you hell! Hope it gives you hell!” For a split second, the music slowed down, guitar strumming in the air, as Harry pulled Y/N by the palm and towards his chest.        When the next lyrics came out of his mouth, he knew them to be true as he sang them to the man, he’d heard Y/N talk about, to the man who thought everything he’d done to her, every horrible word and deed was justified, to the man who thought breaking someone else down was the only way to bring themselves up. “Now tomorrow you’ll be thinking to yourself, where did it all go wrong, but the list goes on and on.”        “And truth be told, she misses you,” Harry hummed, Y/N letting out a large laugh, holding onto his bicep, as he slightly changed the lyrics. “And truth be told, she’s lying! When you see her face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you walk her way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell!  When you find a gal that’s worth a damn and treats you well.” Harry sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “Then she’s the fool you’re just as well hope it gives you hell.”        “Now you’ll never see,” Y/N took over the song. “What you’ve done to me.” She placed a hand over her heart. “You can take back your memories, they’re no good to me. And here’s all your lies, you can look me in the eyes, with that sad, sad look that you wear so well.” She dragged her finger down her cheek, giving a pout while Harry mimicked her stance before turning the mic to the audience.        “When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell,” the crowd sang back with such vigour, Y/N was sure the whole ground was shaking just from their voices, and the clapping and stomping to the drum rhythm would bring the whole world down. “When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you find a gal that’s worth a damn and treats you well, then she’s the fool you’re just as well, hope it gives you hell!”        The two were jumping around the stage like madmen, adrenaline filling their veins. “When you see my face hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell!” “Hope it gives you hell!” Everyone else repeated.        “When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell!” “Hope it gives you hell!”        “When you sing this song and sing along, well you’ll never tell. Then you’re the fool, I’m just as well, hope it gives you hell!” Y/N grinned once more, placing her hand over her heart, meaning every word – she was just as well. She had amazing friends, a career that’d flourished, and a person who loved her more than words could describe.        “When you hear this song, I hope that it will give you hell!” Harry crooned down the mic, knowing their happiness would, Y/N’s happiness would give him hell. And he enjoyed it, knowing how good her life was.        “You can sing along I hope that it puts you through hell!” Her voice became the only sound as the last word echoed around everyone, her chest heaving up and down from the exertion, from all of the emotions running through her body as well as the overwhelming feeling of not only having Harry watch her perform but to end up performing with him.        When his hands wrapped around her body, it startled her out from the daze, and the popping confetti startled her even more, as the rest of her band joined the two to take their bows, grins on all of their faces while they did so.        “Not the song you thought I’d sing, is it?” Y/N laughed into the mic, Harry’s arms tightening around her waist. “There’s a reason I blocked your number, let alone you from my life. Don’t think I won’t do it again.”        “But I would like to say thank you, to the asshole in question,” Harry said, making Y/N’s forehead scrunched up. “You let go of the best person ever; you had the honour of calling yourself her boyfriend, but instead, you chose to walk away. So, thank you for that. Because now I’ll have that honour and pleasure for the rest of our lives.”        Yeah. It was one hell of a show.

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A/N: I love ‘All American Rejects’ and have been listening to ‘Gives You Hell’ non stop. It’s the best break-up song ever, and you won’t convince me otherwise. 

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[chans-starlight]

Sweat, Tears And Roses

Words: 1,6K Member: Bang Chan Include:Smut, hard dom Chan, dirty talk, degradee, aftercare

Chan groaned, the empty text book on the table give him much bigger problems than anything else. His fingers frustratedly ran through his hair. 

Stray kids comeback was so close and since it wasn't frustrating enough, Chan managed to lose one of the important tracks from that album,  he really needed to write this last song. But his head and thoughts were empty, it's like someone just erased every word he knew.

On the second hand, you were waiting home for Chan. It was late but you were used to that, Chan never came home before twelve. It was one of those days when you feel really needy, but you didn't want to bother Chan while he's working so you patiently waited for him.

Christopher sighted, he knew that he wouldn't be able to write his lyrics today, He packed his things and decided that the best thing is going home.

He felt so close to crying. He really needed to relieve his stress. The whole way home Chan was thinking a lot. But at the end all his thoughts end up with you. He smiled to himself, wanting to be home in your arms as soon as possible. He felt like he might take you out for dinner.

But that thought left his mind when he came home and saw you, You were waiting for him in the living room. Red lace lingerie beautifly showed your body, Chan gulped. Feeling the hot and warm feeling, his erection starting to wake up.

You come close to him. Your hand touched Chan's cheek as he leaned into your touch. Your beautiful soft lips connected with his and he hoped that this moment could last forever.

“I know you have too much work lately and We could relieve your stress, you know. How does that sound, baby?” Your lips touched his neck skin leaving wet kisses in process. Chan smirked knowing what's in your mind. 

He nodded and your next word drove him crazy; “Does this mean you’re going to make love to me tonight, Christopher?” His mouth drops open slightly, but he recovers quickly.

“No,y/n  it doesn’t. Firstly, I don’t make love. I fuck… hard. Secondly, i really should do other things. and thirdly, you don’t yet know what you’re in for” he caressed your cheek.

You leaned into his touch and looked into his eyes “Please, I want you to ruin me. I want you to use me till I can't walk the next days, I want you to use me till I can't see through my tears. Please Daddy” you pouted. 

Chan knew it, and who was he to tell you no.nHe groaned “it’s for me, not you. Do you understand?” He throws you on the sofa behind you, trapping you under his body.

And like fire ignited, Chan threw himself on you like a wild animal. He didn't care if he ripped your clothes or not. Everything he wanted to see was you naked, hear you moan and scream his name. He fastly took his clothes down in a second as he laid above you, his erection finding its place between your legs.

Do you want it to be inside you?” He caressed his dick several times. ”Yes” Chan moaned under your touch “Ask me politely!” you nodded “Can you put it into my pussy, pretty please daddy?” That was the last straw, Chan was impatient and before you could register what's happening he's erection was already roughly pushed into you.  

You liked this side of Chan but your hands find a way around his bare back, slowly going up into his hair.

Chan changed his position and lay on his side behind you, facing the same direction as you do. He carefully entered you from behind, but his thrusts weren't slow. You brought your top leg over him, keeping one leg down and second on his hips.  Making it easier for him to thrust into you, Chan hand tightly wraps around your waist. Thrusting mercilessly into you, making your mouth leave loud vocal moans.

He wet-kisses your neck, “Do you like it, kitten? How does it feel being all full with my cock, you enjoy it, right babygirl?”, you wanted to answer him so badly,tell him how much you love being his toy, but your attempt end with you being only a moaning mess.

Chan laid  under you on his back, bringing you on top of himself. Bending his knees slightly, feet planted on the ground for more stability. You decided to straddle him then, being on your knees. Learning forward on your hands, positioning yourself to be slightly raised above him. You moaned,feeling Chan dick inside you brought you so much pleasure, your eyes rolled back when Chan started to bang into you from underneath. “I'm gonna make you come so hard that you can't remember your name.” Chan groaned while he thrusted into you more fastly,intimately.

His words were forgotten,because you drowned in the way his dick touched the deepest part of your pussy. The pleasure Chan give you was too much. eyes rolled back, hot saliva coming from the corner of your mouth.

 Tears of pleasure rolling down your cheek, your world spinning. “Why are you crying?” Chan asked, you could see he was worried a little, you wanted to answer him but everything you could do was moan.

Chan spanked your ass “Look at me while im fucking you so good and answer my question, be a good girl for me” His words only make you moan more while he bang into you harder then before. 

His hand find place on your neck, sgueezing it little while he fuck you from behind. Your back against his chest, his thrust so deep that your eyes rolled back. ”Please don’t stop”, you moaned out. “Say my name slut” Chan pulled on your hair. “Daddy, please don’t stop. It feels so good” 

“You want to be used, hmm? like my little toy, like the little bitch you are, my own personal slut”, Chan growls and throws you down on the sofa roughly, yet carefully enough to not hurt you.

Chan pushed you down,laying on top of you. 

Your legs on each side of him, wrapping around his back. His dick thrust fastly into you, pushing on the opposite side of your g-spot. His hand wrapped around your neck "I can't wait to make you scream my name, kitten" he's voice is rough, deeper than usual. 

Chan's hand moved, finding your pussy; tracing a circle with his fingers over your clitoris. “I want you to look in my eyes when you finish.” His stern look,the slightly opened mouth which leaves some groans and moans, push you even closer to the edge. You were feeling it, the familiar knot in your stomach.

Your body hardens, his thrust pushes you over as your body starts to shake unconditionally, Relaxing all your muscles, making the world spin as your orgasm comes. Chan thrusted into you several times, with last groans he came into you,painting your walls white.

You two layed down breathlessly. After a moment Chan spoke, “You were daddys good girl, i think you deserve reward” he kissed your cheek as he carried you in his arms.cYou two step into the bathroom, he softly put you down in the warm water. You left out a deep breath.

You expected tonight to be already over but you couldn't be more wrong. Chan comes to you from behind, his hands rest on your stomach but after a moment his hand goes down to your already bare core, his lips kisses your neck. You leaned into his chest as your head fall on side to give him more space. ”Channie..” You whispered but your man didn't listen.

“I still didn’t thank you enough for letting me take out all the stress on you, especially in such an enjoyable way” Chan smirked,his breath hitting your neck. “You know,I've been thinking about seeing you naked all day” you bit your lower lips, but you didn't expect Chan's next move.

He suddenly snapped, taking your waist bringing you up and positing you back down on his cock, both moaning out of the pleasure and closeness. “You really should not test me, kitten. I don’t think you're in the position to not obey me” his hands take you from each side of your waist and he roughly pushes you up and down on his erection. You moaned, the sound of water and skin slapping, you ride his dick; enjoying the feeling of being full.

You watched as the rose petals swam around you,taking some into your hand. For a moment forgetting that the love of your life has his dick inside you. His hand wrapped around your waist,kissing your back. His thrusts bring you back into reality. 

Chan stopped pushing into you, his dick stayed in your pussy.You wanted to push away but Chan tightly held your waist, preventing you from moving. His dick inside you, the warm of the water makes you suddenly so sleepy, making you realize how tired you actually are.

“Chan..” you whisper,he hums in response as he takes care of you, washing your body and hair with lemon shampoo. His soft touches made you feel so relaxed and loved. You wanted to feel the warmth of his skin on yours.

You leaned against his chest, eyes closing. The last words you hear before you drift into the dreamland, were Chans soft “I love you”.