#these are both bops but if you're using them as your singles you need to understand that they will not sound the same on all devices

[theemmtropy]

"Radio Edit" doesn't just mean shorter, and it doesn't just mean editing out swears. A Radio Edit of a single also consists of MIXING THE SONG SO IT CAN BE APPRECIATED THROUGH A RADIO. The amount of singles released nowadays that sound great online but can't be heard in the car is astounding. If you're going to release a song to be played everywhere, you need to put in the extra effort to have it be heard clearly wherever it is played.

[libertys-lovers]

🌧️🌁𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆-𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆🌁🌧️

Pt. 1 ~ Hidden Away | Pt. 2 ~ What is it, Karamatsu? | Pt. 3 ~ Bop it, Drop it, 💍Pop it💍!

The clock has struck 5; this night will be the single-most important moment of Karamatsu’s life. Or, if all goes well, it may just be the second-most important.

SHIP: 🕶💥Dramatics💥🕶 (Karamatsu x Freedom)

WARNINGS: Swearing and 6000+ words of fluffy build-up!

AUTHOR’S NOTES: This is Pt. 3 out of a Three-Part saga; make sure to read Parts 1 & 2 before this! This is also by far the LONGEST part out of the three, so… 😎👍

Karamatsu had been hogging the bathroom for the past hour. He was combing his hair oh-so carefully, making sure every strand was in place. Despite his brothers' pleads to dress properly, he had decided on his standard leather-jacket attire for tonight. He observed himself in the mirror, tracing the shine on his sunglasses with his eyes. He was incredibly satisfied with his outfit decision; it was an oldie, but it always gave him a boost of confidence. It certainly helped that his sunglasses hid his nervousness as well. He couldn't help but admire himself as he stood there, both for his looks and his cunning. He was absorbed into his own world; part of him even forgot what he was preparing for.

The pounding outside the room had become nothing but white noise to him, which was incredibly inconvenient for the group that had formed there.

"Karamatsu, what the hell are you doing in there?!", exclaimed Todomatsu.

"Honestly, hoarding a bathroom when you're living with five other people? SEVEN if you include our parents!? That's just wrong," scolded Choromatsu.

"die shittymatsu," muttered Ichimatsu.

The observing brothers, Osomatsu and Jyushimatsu, simply laughed at the chaos occuring in front of them. They were all back to their standard banter; it felt like a normal day again!

But a knock was heard downstairs.

The house immediately went dead silent, every brother questioning if they heard correctly. Did they really lose track of time that easily? It couldn't have been 5 already, right?

But a familiar voice rang in from the ground-level; "I'm gonna break in~! If anybody wants to stop me, speak now or forever hold your peace".

The brothers stared at each other as they all went pale. Within an instant the bathroom door was thrown open, and a panicked Karamatsu stepped out through it.

"she's here?!?", whisper-yelled the man.

"she's here", responded the rest of the brothers, matching his whispering tone.

Osomatsu shrugged. He started descending down the stairs, much to the dismay of the other brothers.

"DON'T LET HER IN!!", shouted the non-Osomatsu brothers.

The shout seemed to have echoed throughout the entire neighborhood, or at least made it to outside the home, for a chuckle was soon heard from below. The door didn't seem to open though, so all was good in the household.

Karamatsu bolted throughout the house, collecting everything he needed like a fetch-quest. The rose bouquet?: Check! The sweetest lil' package of peppermint bark?: Check! And, of course, his heart-picked ring?: Check; right into his pocket it goes. He'd eventually find himself in front of the household doors, his brothers standing behind him.

Osomatsu patted his back (a bit too hard); "Heh, try not to screw this up, okay?". Despite the inherent harshness of his words, a jovial tone & grin were used to speak them.

Karamatsu nodded back at his siblings, using what was perhaps his most-genuine smile towards them in years. He re-painted himself with a persona of confidence as he prepared to greet his guest. Closing his eyes in an attempt to look that much cooler, he slid the door open and spoke, making sure to hide his gifts behind his back.

"Hmm, a pleasure to see you as always, my Karamatsu Girl~".

"Hehe, and the same can be said to you... my sweet Freedom Boy~!", returned his date, a teasingly-loving attitude coming from her lips.

Karamatsu took a look at the woman in front of him: his partner in poeticism for many years, Freedom. His confident persona immediately melted at the sight of her. She had gotten all dolled-up, her hair and dress being lightly waved by the breeze. It was... a bit cold for her to be wearing such a short dress... but it wasn't like he was complaining-

"Ah... wow! Y-You look absolutely stunning! Gorgeous!", stammered Karamatsu.

Freedom glanced away, her teasing manner being reduced to a flustered mess; "A-Awe! Come on, don't start attacking me right as I get here-!". "Besides, look at you~! I think that'll always be one of my favorite outfits of yours... even though they all look great...".

"Hmph, you flatter me," Karamatsu replied. He whipped out his gifts from behind his back; "Shouldn't it be the other way around~?".

Freedom gasped, gently taking the items from his hands; "I- sweetheart~! You didn't have to... but thank you!". She took a closer look at the items in her possession, her face brightening up a dramatic amount. "NO WAY! You even got me peppermint bark?!? You absolute miracle! You absolute GOD! You-".

Though she intended to continue her thanks, she cut herself off when she noticed more... unnerving sights nearby. The rest of the Matsuno brothers were standing behind Karamatsu, all with their gaze fixed on the two of them. This in itself wasn't that weird, but something felt off. They felt on-edge, maybe even nervous?

She leaned towards Karamatsu, her excited tone reduced to a mutter; "Are... are your brothers okay back there-?".

Karamatsu quickly turned behind him, seeing the cause of Freedom's concern. He slammed the door shut quicker than Freedom could process.

"Don't mind them! They're just... jealous! Yes!... and how could they not be!?..."; Karamatsu tried to regather his confidence, but his stammering gave him away.

Freedom raised an eyebrow at this excuse, but luckily for Karamatsu, she decided not to point out the blatant suspiciousness of it all; "O...kay.... That's fair!".

She went to stand next to Kara so they could walk, but she remembered the gifts in her arms. She glanced around, an elongated "hmmmm" coming from her as she thought.

"What's wrong, my dear~?'', Karamatsu asked.

“Oh, I'm just wondering if I can put these anywhere... I'd just hate for anything to happen to them while we're out!", Freedom said, still in thought.

Karamatsu nodded; he didn't consider the fact she'd have to carry them around for hours on end.

"Ah! I'll carry them for you~".

"No you're not-", said Freedom, immediately rejecting the notion. "I'm not making you do all that work, come on now!".

Karamatsu had a slight smile of relief. His date suggested that she could drop them off at her home before the date began, but that idea was quickly shot down as well, this time by Karamatsu. After all, wasn't that just a waste of time and energy? So a compromise was made; Karamatsu would keep these items at his home, so they could pick them up once the date was over. He stepped back inside, having Freedom wait outside for a split-minute more. The gifts were carefully placed on the kitchen counter, displayed in a way that would surely look nice to Freedom when they came back.

Karamatsu turned to his brothers as they all continued to stare at him with the same expression as before. He gave them a smirk.

"Heh, my dear brothers...".

His expression took on a much more serious tone after he first spoke. The brothers found it a bit terrifying, honestly. Even his speaking voice got much graver.

"I'm trusting you all to take care of these. Do you understand? I am expecting these to be exactly the way I left them. So. Don't. Touch them".

The remaining brothers nodded a silent vow, and with that, Karamatsu was off. The front door slid shut as he exited, and immediately Osomatsu began eyeing at the gifts left behind.

"...Really, who's gonna notice one thing of chocolate being missing~?", he slyly suggested as he slid to the counter.

Choromatsu whacked him down; "You are NOT stealing Freedom's gifts".

"Okay, geeze, fine. I guess we have to leave soon anyway, huh?", lamented Osomatsu.

The brothers tip-toed to the front door, each one peeking out of it through a small sliver. Karamatsu and Freedom were already quite a distance away. Osomatsu gestured to the brothers, and they all persued the couple themselves. It was simply tradition to observe new romantic developments among themselves, and if any development called for it, this one sure did.

All things considered, the walk to the restaurant wasn't actually that bad; the couple's banter made the minutes pass along quite quickly! Before the two of them knew it, they were standing at the entrance to Tokyo's finest. A simple, breathless "wow" could be heard from Freedom, and Karamatsu couldn't be happier. They walked into the building with star-struck smiles, though they were for vastly different reasons. Freedom was hopelessly distracted by the building's decor, while Karamatsu was just amazed that this day was happening at all. Karamatsu claimed their reservation, and the duo couldn't help but notice how smiley the receptionist was. It was in that moment that Karamatsu came to a dire realization, the realization that he told the restaurant he was proposing tonight. He... he may or may not've bragged about it over the phone-

The two were guided to their seats. Karamatsu was sweating bullets; if any of the staff even implied the proposal was gonna happen, his entire operation would fall apart. Freedom was a poetic type, just like him! Surely she'd be able to read into the deeper meanings of any sort of implication made-

"Oh congratulations!"; a waitress came to provide them glasses of water. "Mr. and Mrs. Matsuno, right? You two look absolutely precious together!".

Karmatsu froze in place, unable to even respond. It was over; it was ALL over. He glanced at Freedom from behind his menu, seeing her aboslutely puzzled expression.

"Oh- ...Thanks!", replied Freedom, caught off-guard by the sudden statement.

Freedom glanced around as the waitress left, unsure if what just happened really happened. She took looks at Karamatsu, looks at her own hands, looks at everything really; she was just trying to comprehend what just occured.

"Did... did she think we were married? There's no way she thought my rings were wedding rings, right?", muttered Freedom, still looking at her own hand.

Karamatsu stared at her as she thought, his anxieties making him consider revealing his plan right that minute, just so she wouldn't beat him to the punch.

Freedom's eyes narrowed as she continued to think, but within an instant she shrugged the issue off. "Eh, whatever, that was weird. I'll happily take it as a compliment though!".

Karamatsu sighed; maybe she couldn't figure it out. Maybe everything would end up alright...

It certainly seemed that way; their orders were placed, and the scent of wagyu beef began to fill the air around them. It was a pleasant time overall. The food was delightful, and their ecstatic conversations could be observed from across the way. This proved quite convenient for a certain group of men watching from across the street, hidden away behind walls and shrubs.

"Hmph, are they all clear right now?", asked Choromatsu.

Todomatsu responded, "They're all clear. This is going surprisingly well for him...".

"wait, what's that-", muttered Ichimatsu as he looked through binoculars.

"Eh? What are you talking about?", Choromatsu asked, snatching the binoculars from Ichimatsu.

Through the restaurant's window he saw a waiter carrying something; "WOW- That's a huge platter of mochi! That... that actually looks really nice-".

"Doesn't it look like it's heading to their table though?", said Ichimatsu.

"So what? They ordered it, big deal", chimed in Todomatsu.

"There's no way he'd be able to afford that. There's no way ANY of us would be able to afford that, seeing as we don't have jobs", refuted Choromatsu, emphasizing the fact they were jobless.

"Freedom could though".

"Wow Todomatsu; I really hope you don’t expect your date to pay for everything instead of you-".

"Huh?! That's not even close to what I meant Choromatsu, and you know it!".

"Wait, don't some restaurants offer free desserts or something if you propose there?", brought up Osomatsu. "I think I heard about Iyami trying to do that once".

The brothers went cold.

"Damnit! I bet that bastard asked for that when he still thought he was gonna propose there!", exclaimed Choromatsu.

The brothers began bickering among themselves, trying to figure out what was really happening or what they could do about it. Among all the chaos, Jyushimatsu snatched the binoculars without anyone noticing. He stared at the waiter through layers of glass, watching as they got closer and closer to the couple's table. He threw the binoculars to the ground and began to run.

"ON IT!", shouted Jyushimatsu.

This caught the brothers' attention in a snap; Choromatsu called to him, asking what he thought he was doing, but it was too late.

Meanwhile, the couple was too enthralled in their own happenings to notice the commotion outside. Entangled hands and chaotic stories of life were all that they could focus on... at least until Freedom saw a waiter in the distance carrying something on a platter.

"Hmmm, is that like… mochi or something? -", she muttered under her breath.

Karamatsu turned behind him, glancing at the waiter's delivery; "Oh, it is. 'Looks like daifukumochi to me".

Freedom looked on with a confused look; "Daifuku mochi?".

"Daifukumochi. It's basically just mochi with filling".

His date's eyes lightened up with curiosity; "w o a h - Damn, how could you even tell that's what it was?".

"Heh, when you're on good enough grounds with the universe, you can recognize any of its creations~", said Karamatsu as he pushed up his sunglasses.

"Nahnah, I'm serious! How'd you know?".

Karamatsu sighed light-heartedly as Freedom saw through his poetic facade; "...They're usually bigger than normal mochi... and also one of them was leaking the paste-".

"Oooohhhh, okay!". Freedom couldn't help but take continuous glances at the dish, rubbing her hands together in a plotting manner; "I'm kinda tempted to try it. I could try to get our waiter if ya wanted some too! It's on me!".

As she spoke those words, she heard increasingly-loud footsteps from outside the window. Her and Karamatsu turned to their side, seeing Jyushimatsu bolt his way across the street.

and he was heading straight for them.

"INCOOOMIIIIIIIIIIING!"

The couple scrambled out of the way as the 5th-eldest brother threw himself through the window. Leaping like a gazelle among the flying glass, he perfectly aligned himself with the waiter's platter and devoured the entire thing. Unfortunately, he couldn't land as elegantly, for he proceeded to crash directly into another table. But hey, all that matters is that Karamatsu's secret was kept! That... that plate was going to them, right? Eh, it was too late to question that now. Jyushimatsu enjoyed his hunt and gave a thumbs up to the couple, a sign that everything was okay.

Freedom and Karamatsu stared at each other, at the window, and even at the crashed Jyushimatsu. They couldn't even be mad; their brains were too fried for them to be.

"What… what the Hell just happened-", muttered Freedom, laughing from the shock of the situation.

"I.... I don't know...", muttered back Karamatsu.

Freedom turned to Jyushimatsu, frantically asking "Well- Are YOU okay??". Jyushimatsu nodded, prompting her to turn to the waiter and ask the same thing. They nodded as well, giving Freedom a sigh of relief.

She turned back to her lover, restraining herself from holding him; "And you're okay, right? Are we good?".

Karamatsu looked at her with his signature smirk, though a stressed sigh revealed his true thoughts; "Never better...".

He grabbed Freedom's hands; “But are you alright too?!”.

Freedom laughed; “Oh yeah, I’m good. Mentally shot, but good!”.

“Good… good…”.

He held onto her hands for a prolonged time and gazed at her with a loving look, wanting to profit from the intimate moment they had accidentally created. Though Freedom was utterly confused by what was happening, she did her best to reciprocate, and the moment was almost nice! Karamatsu suddenly had an epiphany though, which snapped him out of everything. After all, if Jyushimatsu was here, that'd mean only one thing...

"Hold on!! I'll be back for you!" shouted Karamatsu to his beloved, as he bolted for the restaurant door.

Freedom called for him to wait, but to no avail. She was left stranded there, still hopelessly baffled by what took place. She would be okay though, Karamatsu was sure of it. He stopped himself on the sidewalk as he searched for the rest of his brothers. They had to have been here! There was no way Jyushimatsu would've come to sabotage his proposal on his own, right? Yes... sabotage... it had to be sabotage; Karamatsu couldn't interpret it any other way.

"I know you're all here! Come on out my brothers; I promise I won't do anything!", he called out. His words had the potential to be kind, but his poorly-hidden attitude proved otherwise.

He ran down the sidewalk, still looking for them, but he couldn't find signs of anyone else being there. He'd eventually stop himself in his tracks and admitted defeat. Wherever the rest of the brothers were, they certainly weren't there anymore. He stood alone with his own thoughts as each one lamented his family's interference.

Running footsteps pulled him out of his frantic mind. He assumed they were the steps of his brothers, or at least Jyushimatsu. But no, running towards him was nobody else than Freedom. She slid a bit as she stopped herself, a testament to just how fast she was trying to catch up to him.

"Kara? What's going on man, are you okay?", she asked nervously.

Karamatsu's panic came back, ironically because he wanted to prevent Freedom from panicking; "Ah! Yes, everything's perfectly fine, don't worry~!".

Freedom crossed her arms and tilted her head. The both of them knew that answer was complete bullshit.

"Are you suuuure? That was kinda… intense-", she replied.

Karamatsu relaxed his body, giving up on hiding his worries. "It's just... I should've expected them to try to ruin everything, but I didn't. I'm sorry about him... and all of them".

"Awe, you don't have to apologize for anything. It's not like ya summoned him here on purpose, ya know?". Freedom shrugged, a smile being forced on her mouth. "And hey, at least we got to eat before all that, right?".

"Yeah... I guess... Hey, where's Jyushimatsu anyway? Is he still in there?".

"Nah; he just said 'you're welcome!' and jumped out another window. I don't know where the hell he went though, but I paid for everything, offered to fix the windows, and left".

Karamatsu looked at Freedom with tired eyes, and yet his expression was still soft; "You... you paid for dinner? Thanks Freedom...".

"Eeehhh, it's nothing. I was the only one in there anyway, so... ya know, might as well," said Freedom as a light-hearted remark.

The two of them chuckled at her fake bluntness, but the air around them was still quite tense.

"But hey... if you're done with today... we can wrap it up. I don't wanna keep you out here if you're too stressed" she offered, almost hesitantly.

Karamatsu snapped back into a nearmost-frantic mode; "Nonononono! I still want to continue the date!". He paused after he spoke, his expression softening from a question he dreaded to ask.

"Did... did you want to go home, Freedom?".

And now it was Freedom's turn to fret a bit; "Nahnahnah! I'm all good! ...It does feel weird to just... stand out here though-".

Karamatsu felt relief wash over him, a pleased smile sprawling across his face; "Good... I'm glad to hear you say that...". He stepped to Freedom's side, lightly placing his hand on her back as he walked her forward. "What did you want to do next, then?".

"Mm? I don't know... I'm cool with anything, I guess...", said Freedom as she eased into his slight embrace. "Did you have anything you wanna do, or~?".

Her words reminded Karamatsu of today's purpose. His confidence was slowly returning to him; "Actually... I do... A simple walk through memory lane~? What do you say?".

Freedom nuzzled against him as part of her response, a move which made Karamatsu's face explode in blush; "Sounds great~".

The man moved his hand to her waist and placed a soft kiss on her head. She'd retaliate with a kiss to his cheek, and suddenly all felt right in the world. The two of them left before they could be questioned for the vandaism that took place; throughout the streets of Tokyo they'd go, the crisp breeze and the clouds above giving them even more of an excuse to stay close. Even when the clouds began to bring them rain, their attitude didn't budge. If anything, it only fueled their intimacy.

It wouldn't take too long for them to arrive at Karamatsu's secret destination; their beloved bridge. The lights had a blurred glow through the stormy weather, like the lighthouse beacons Karamatsu had been looking for all along. Nobody else seemed to have followed those beacons though; the bridge was clear of people... perfect. He watched as Freedom broke free from his grasp. She was overwhelmed by the beauty of the weather and simply couldn't help but relish in it. She leaned against the railing of the bridge and stared into the stream below, but even that didn't last long; it's like she couldn't explore the bridge quick enough. They've come here plenty of times, but there were still moments when she acted like she'd never seen it before.

"Man... I'm so glad it rained today... everything's just absolutely gorgeous out. The clouds, the air, the SOUND! And the lights?!? Creepy as hell, I love it!".

She leaned against the lightpost. Though she jumped from the sudden coldness of it, she wasn't a coward, and she continued to lean against it. She swapped through various poses, each one representing a different scenario; her artistic inspiration was going wild.

"They're like... ghost-like! It's like you could just see a ghost right here! Or you could use it to reference that one musical. Ya know, the singing in the rain one! Or there could be a mournful widow, waiting for her husband lost at sea!".

Karamatsu couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm, and despite his best efforts to keep it quiet, Freedom still heard him. But it only added fire to her burning inspiration.

"Yeah, yeah! But then she turns around, getting ready to leave as she's lost all hope, and suddenly he's just STANDING there! He'd been alive the entire time, finally being able to get back home! And they see each other for the first time in... probably years, to be honest". Freedom took steps towards Karamatsu, continuing on with her rambling thoughts. "And suddenly... everything was okay... they knew it'd be. Despite the rain and DESPITE the hardships, they were still together. And if they could get through all that, then they could do damn near anything".

"And that woman would get to stare at her sweet... incredibly cute... incredibly kissable husband, for as long as she wanted. Which, if it were me... that'd be forever..."; she smugly spoke as she got closer to Karamatsu. The forwardness of her statements made her devolve into a giggling, blushing mess.

Luckily for her, she wasn't the only one flustered as hell; Karamatsu couldn't help but find Freedom cute during these rambling moments, and her closeness certainly didn't help either. But he couldn't let that distract him. After all, what harm would there be in playing along? He walked back to the lightpost as he narrated.

"Hm, and her lucky, lucky husband would happily stare back. She would've been a sight for his salt-stained eyes, stained from both the ocean's wind and his own tears~ His brunette gem straight from the bottom of the ocean's treasure chest. A perfect distraction from his own... incredibly chaotic crew".

Freedom would follow suit, even sliding in front of him as a literal way to cut him off, but she'd continue to walk; "And that wife... that wife would value that man more than any treasure. While he was out doing god knows what... she had her own adventures too. And she had... a lot of weird damn things happen on those adventures. And a lot of great things! But one of her favorite things to happen to her, was still that man".

She had returned back to under the lightpost, and Karamatsu had followed her the entire way. They were standing right in front of each other, close enough that they could feel the lightest warmth from each other's breath. She slowly reached her hand to his cheek, carressing it as gently as she could.

"And even as they stood under, conveniently, this exact same light... she could still see how much of a miracle he was. Even when the lighting wasn't that good because of the storm, she could still see how perfect he was...".

"And maybe the realization made them want to join as one~?", Karamatsu playfully suggested as he attempted a kabedon against the lightpost. He toyed with his sunglasses, trying to make sure he could look as cool as possible.

Freedom laughed from the implications of his statement. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, filling the gap between them; "Oh, I don't know? Did it?".

The two of them smiled at each other, and Karamatsu went for the score. A kiss was shared under the light, the two of them acting oblivious to the rain. As sweet as the kiss was, it couldn't last long. Freedom started giggling, which was evidently contagious.

"Good god... we're ridiculous. We're literally just playing in the rain." Freedom's laughing calmed down, leaving her with a genuinely happy expression; "I guess it's nice that we're able to do that though...".

Freedom's softened expression was a signal that Karamatsu could soften up too; "It really is... I could've only dreamed of doing something like this", he said.

"You're telling me! I'm not even supposed to be here, ya know. But like... I couldn't imagine missing this either. Where would I even be right now...".

The two of them looked out to the view in front of them, watching as the light rain-drops dived into the canal. Their view didn't reach too far, as the fog and the darkened clouds worked together to obscure the ends of the water. It made the two feel truly alone, separated from the zany world they lived in. Any normal person would've called their sights cold, desolate, downright melancholic... but the solitude was perfect for them. And as the two stood there, silently reflecting on their lives entangled in each others' arms, a breath would exit Freedom's lips.

“I guess it doesn't matter where I could've been though, right?. I mean, I’m here right now... and right now I wouldn't want to be anywhere else", she finally said, her voice being softer than the clouds above them.

"Same...", responded Karamatsu, matching Freedom's tone.

This was it; he HAD to pop the question. He couldn't just outright say it though; he had to ease into it... he had to be smooth. Not just for the sake of his persona, but for the sake of his nerves. The very idea that he could propose birthed a colony of butterflies within him. He leaned against the railing of the bridge as an attempt to stabilize himself.

"Freedom... have you ever thought about how long this would last?".

That question rang through Freedom's ears like a gong, the resulting vibrations being ones of slight nervousness.

"Not really. I kinda just assumed it'd be like this forever".

"R-Really?!?".

Freedom leaned against the bridge's railing too, staring down at the water as she clarified; "Well, I guess I've had, I don't know... fears? The standard 'what if something happens' or 'what if he leaves me' kinda thoughts. But those aren't like, my actual thoughts, and I promise you did nothing to make me think that. That's just, like, anxiety or something".

"But, this just feels so normal by now; it really feels like this was how the universe intended. I'd honestly be surprised if something made us split up"; her face lit up as she talked. She'd nudge his arm and laugh as she continued; "Why? You don't plan on proving me wrong, do ya?".

Karamatsu took the joke much more seriously than intended; "No! Of course not, never! ...I just wanted to know, I guess".

He began focusing on himself; he wanted to bring out his romantic side for this! Even in a relaxed place, he wanted to give Freedom the most eccentric, bombastic, dare he say dramatic proposal possible! But somehow... he was struggling to muster it. Was he simply too nervous? Or maybe he was enjoying the vulnerability of the moment. He couldn't decide which one it was, but then again, he shouldn't be dedicating his energy to doing so.

"But we really have known each other for a long time, haven't we?", he said.

Freedom nodded; "We really have, huh... and it’s been great! So many crazy stories we get to tell… so many… nice moments that live in my head rent free. I wouldn’t change a damn thing!".

Karamatsu smiled at her, moving his sunglasses in a way that let her see his gaze; "Heh... glad to see we're on the same page... my honey~".

Karamatsu watched Freedom's reaction closely; a sense of pride came as he watched her cover her mouth and mutter incomprehensibly, her staple sign of being flustered. That's just what he needed: an ego boost. He pushed himself from the railing, embracing the rain as if it were his own spotlight.

"But I must admit, I've had those thoughts... thoughts about how we'd last forever. A permanent anomaly... we're Venus and Mars reincarnate!"; sparkle effects could practically be seen around him as he spoke. He furrowed his brows and gestured to the sky, secretly begging that any of this sounded cool.

He took a quick look over at Freedom, who was simply enthralled by his words. Her body still leaned against the railing, but the way she propped her head up with her hand… it painted her as... love-struck? Definitely confused, but love-struck; at least loving enough for her to go along with his speech instead of questioning his point. Part of him swooned a little; he sure loved it when people actually listened to him. He had to snap himself out of it though. He couldn't lose focus.

"We really go together so well, and I couldn't be happier about that fact! It's like we were made for each other, or maybe you were made for me. I... I still think about how we met. I know everyone in this small town, but you… you just seemed to come from nowhere. I know why that is now, but sometimes I still lay awake at night and think about how lucky I am. If you end up telling me one day that you're actually my guardian angel, I would full-heartedly believe it".

Freedom opened her mouth, desperate to respond. She could never let praise be spoken to her without having it returned to whoever gave it, but Karamatsu shut her down. He gently shushed her, a finger being just barely place upon her lips. The woman was completely flabbergasted by his audacity... but she couldn't exactly complain either. Karamatsu asked her to let him finish, and the only response she could muster was a light nod. It took a second for Karamatsu to process his own audacity as well; part of him almost wanted to apologize for being that bold, but something about Freedom's expression told him he'd be fine to continue.

"To be quite honest Freedom... I can't imagine letting you go. I can't... I won't. If the day ever comes when you decide I'm too much of a guilty man to be around, I won't stop you. I'd respect that.... but until that day comes, I'll stop at nothing to love you! To cherish you! To make you my Karamatsu Girl! You're just too precious to let go! We've done everything together... and we'll do even more in the future...".

The man was beginning to get a bit teary-eyed as his speech crawled closer to its point. It's like his raw passion was leaking through his eyes, that and his raw nervousness. The butterflies were beginning to resurface in his stomach. "That's why... why I... I...".

He took a deep breath; he couldn't ease into it anymore, he had to just spit it out. He reached into his pocket, dropping to his knee as he whipped the ring out at lightning speed.

"FREEDOM, WILL YOU-".

He cut himself off, noticing his fingers were suddenly empty. The ring had slipped out of his rain-soaked fingers. The world seemed to go into slow-motion for both Karamatsu and Freedom as they watched the ring with hyper-focused eyes. Karamatsu quickly rose to his feet, reaching to retrieve the ring, but Freedom did something a bit different. Her poor excuse of an attempt to catch it was to swat it upwards, her brain being too frazzled to come up with anything else. And somehow, someway... it worked. Karamatsu stepped out of the way as the ring crashed onto the bridge's floor. It wasn't shattered, not even dented, but adrenaline was still flowing within the both of them. Karamatsu split glances between the ring and Freedom, who returned his glances with ones of her own.

The two stood in place for quite some time purely, both unsure of what to do in this moment. However, someone would eventually act; Freedom stepped towards the ring, almost as if she was walking as slowly as possible. Karamatsu's mind began to panic as she approached the ring-

"FREEDOM! It's- It's not what it looks like- I mean, it is, but-!".

Either Freedom was actively ignoring him, or she was too invested in the ring to process his words. She plucked the ring up with her fingers, staring at it like she was questioning the reality of her situation. Karamatsu could see a light glimmer in her eyes as she looked. Her mouth was ever-so-slightly gaped open, not a single word being spoken, and yet that expression was worth an entire novel's worth of words. Words of being star-struck, words of an entire life flashing before her eyes, and words of the possibilities she could take right now.

"Kara...?", she finally said with a breathless tone.

Karamatsu immediately froze, standing still as a plank. His mind and heart were racing at the same pace, and yet he held onto his breath. Part of him was worried that he was gonna pass out, but he had to try to play it cool. Freedom walked back over to him, the ring carried within her cupped hands. The closer she got to him, the more Karamatsu realized how she was really feeling. Her own breath was stilted as well, and her entire being shook as she walked. But despite all of that, she was still smiling. As she stood right in front of him, she carefully positioned his hands to a cupping-formation, letting the ring fall.

"You can finish... I'd like to hear you finish".

Karamatsu looked up at her, his sunglasses hiding the tears piling in his eyes. He was met by Freedom's own misty eyes. With the ring nestled between his fingers, he wrapped his hands around Freedom's and descended back to his knee.

"Freedom... no... Liberty... ".

"Will you take the pleasure of being my bride~?".

Any last shot of Freedom keeping herself composed was completely thrown out the window. She allowed herself to fall to her knees, matching Karamatsu's level. Her hands slipped from his to desperately hide her flustered face, but it was a fruitless effort.

"Sweetheart... the love of my life... my absolute miracle of a man... of course! Of course I will!".

He flinched a little at the answer, but in the best way possible. Back onto his feet he rose as he processed her words. It took all of his focus to keep his tears in his eyes.

"EH-?!? Wait, really?!? Do you... do you really mean it?!?".

"Oh Kara, of course I do! How could I lie about something like this?", Freedom playfully responded.

She hastily removed her existing rings from her hands, shoving them into her dress’s pocket with no second thought. Her left hand extended out to Karamatsu, her fingers sprawled apart as she glanced to her side. Karamatsu took a deep breath and let the tears flow down his face. Unstable hands slid the ring onto her finger… and it was a perfect fit. He couldn't help but hold her hand for much longer than needed. It was his way of absorbing the situation.. at least until he resorted to pulling Freedom into a hug. He rambled on with his gratitude, his tears joining the raindrops in soaking Freedom's dress. Freedom laughed from the enthusiam in the air, hugging back Karamatsu harder and harder, eventually even lifting him off the ground.

"Honeybunches, the fact you'd even ask!! I must be the luckiest damn girl in the world, in the universe, in the multiverse! I'm gonna be the best wife ever for you, I promise you!".

She softly put Karamatsu back on the ground, before re-trapping him in a hug; "…I swear on it...".

"Oh precious, I don't need you to promise", said Karamatsu as he rested his head upon her shoulder. "I already know you will be... the best possible one".

As he lowered his hands to her waist, he made a promise of his own; "But I promise that I'll be the perfect husband as well. My days as a guilt guy are over! Anything you want, anything you need, I'll take care of it for you".

He cut himself off as he felt Freedom nuzzle deeper into his embrace. She took that as a chance to speak; "Well, luckily for you, you don't have to change a single thing about yourself to do that. Just keep being perfect, dollface".

"As long as you do the same~".

The two of them leaned in together, preparing for the best kiss of their entire lives. Their breaths became one, filling them both with the fresh breath of a new life. In an instant, the world around them became nearmost worthless to them. The concepts of time and space became nothing, and yet, in a sense, they were worth even more to them. The rest of eternity would be dedicated to them and them alone, and everywhere they went could be a marker of their love. Even in such a peaceful kiss, their minds were swarming with the implications this proposal held. They didn't mind though; they'd deal with that later.

"Awe, we didn't miss it, did we?".

The voice echoed across the bridge, ripping the two of them from their lovers' ecstasy. Eh, might as well get out of the headset before they started enjoying it too much, right? They quickly split from each other, immediately pretending like the past minute didn't happen.

The voice belonged to Todomatsu, and behind him followed the remaining five brothers.

"Ugh, well that sucks. I really wanted to record it".

"I can't believe we got here while they were kissing! Talk about gross!", chimed in Osomatsu with a teasing face.

"What are you, a middle schooler? They're fiances, Osomatsu. I’d be more concerned if they didn’t kiss", pointed out Choromatsu.

Freedom's gears started turning in her head She turned back to her lover, gesturing in the brothers' direction; "Wait, what the Hell? So they were in on it?".

"We sure were!", happily responded Jyushimatsu.

"Yeah, sorry we got here so late. We didn't realize which bridge you meant", said Choromatsu.

“aka: choromatsu wanted to beat y’all to the proposal spot and got us lost”, interrupted Ichimatsu.

It was Karamatsu's turn for his head’s gears to turn; "So... so you WERE following us! What was that at the restaurant?!".

"Huh?... Oh yeah! We stopped that waiter from revealing your plan! You're free to thank us~!", answered Osomatsu.

"What the Hell are you talking about?!"; Karamatsu was getting more and more confused, and it was making him lose a bit of patience.

Luckily for everyone involved, he was quickly snapped out of that by his fiance's logic; "Eh, it doesn't matter. Everything worked out nice and dandy anyway, right?!".

Karamatsu sighed; she was right. With a conflict nicely prevented, the brothers came around to congratulate the two... or to bully the two... or to do both. As the celebrations died down, Choromatsu asked a very important question.

"Wait; did you ever tell mom or dad about this?".

"...no... i did not-"; Karamatsu never intended on telling them before the proposal, but he did forget that he'd have to tell them at all. That was gonna be a whole other situation to deal with.

All of the brothers glanced at each other. 5 of them had the exact same idea; it just depended on which brother would ennact it.

"Heh, guess I’ll be the one to break the news! See you later, suckers!", yelled Todomatsu as he began to dart across the bridge.

"NO! I wanna tell them!"; Jyushimatsu followed suit.

"Huh?!? None of you can tell them! You're all going to make it sound stupid!", scolded Choromatsu.

The brothers dashed off in a race to return home, leaving Karamatsu and Freedom completely caught off-guard.

"WAIT- Don't you think the one actually getting married should be the one to tell them?!?!".

Karamatsu and Freedom ran after the loose hoard of brothers, the soon-to-be groom running on desperation while his partner merely enjoyed the thrill of the chase.

"So... ya wanna take the short-cut home, or are we gonna do this fair and square~?", asked Freedom, itching to take advantage of her dimensional-awareness.

Karamatsu thought about it, but he smiled and shook his head; "Well... I guess it'd be too easy if we did it your way. Why don't we give them a chance~?".

Freedom laughed at the notion, but she still happily accepted it; "Whatever ya say, lover boy! Let’s go!".

Maybe this was a good precedent for things to come. Even when they do get married, there's no way they'd be able to get rid of his brothers. And really, what fun would it be if they did? They're family after all, and finally that applied to Freedom too. All five of them, when the time comes, will become her brothers-in-law. Hmph… it’s a bit of a horrifying reality to live in, but it was one she was willing to dive into, and it was one Karamatsu was willing to drag her into. After all, as both sides knew a bit too well, that reality would certainly better than one where they never met at all.

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Stay tuned for a future blog announcement!

[lenteur]

hiii, my lovely. i'm so sorry for not speaking for a few days, christmas is really hard for me because of people close to me not being here and i was really down these last few days </3 but i'm okay, feeling a bit better <3 i hope you're okay :)

she's honestly the best, i'd be lost without her i think </3 you & your mum sound so so cute i want to hug both of you :(((

honestly, it never made any sense to me haha, and i'd never learn from my mistake, "oh i'll sleep early tonight," like, no you won't, future heather, how dare u lie

it's very very VERY obvious in ive right now, i think even people who don't stan ive can see the favouritism in that group. i love ive, i think their music is amazing and so so catchy. love dive is such a BOP but when they first started performing eleven live, the company/stylists were not putting all of the girls in the same outfits, like they were veeeery clearly putting wonyoung in other clothes to stand out more </3 even though they don't do it as much anymore, you can still see & feel how they favour her more than the other members (and that's not her fault at all). i just want those girls to have equal love <3

i feel like with seventeen you don't really see any kind of favouritism (unless there is and i'm blind). i do feel like lately they are loved all of the same (though i do wish people would love seungkwan more, he's the literal loml hi)

you are so sweet, thank you <3 i love u bruno give mal credit

i haven't watched any kdramas yet as i have been sticking to criminal minds.......of course. halfway through season ten now! i also rewatched wednesday.....again.......

speaking of kdramas, have you watched business proposal? it's on netflix and it's so so good <3 so funny as well.

i have a mental list of 98473 shows i said i was gonna watch but haven't seen any of them

despite the fact that i was nervous as heck throughout this whole event, you've been nothing but kind to me and i just *screams internally* you're precious 💖 also !!!! i will be happy to send cat photos whenever, if you need/want them, i will get off my lazy butt and take photos of toffee & luna for you <333

hi love 💞 it's ok :) i do understand how stressful/tiring the holiday season can be 💔 but at the same time, you don't have to apologize for anything. i appreciate you making continuous effort to come and talk to me 💗

i love that we both are lucky enough to have amazing moms! the way you describe your mom is super sweet and i'm so happy you have a strong bond with her 💓 my mom has officially invited you to our group hug 🫶 you can use that card whenever you feel sad/stressed/in need of a hug 💘

i can see what you mean with the wonyoung favouritism. i haven't followed ive that closely but i can still see how the company tends to put a little bit more effort in promoting her rather than other members. i hope the other girls get the same amount of love in the future 💕

consider yourself an influencer because you turned me into a boohive 💝 i'm on a roll today with my puns wow i mean you could talk about him better than me but one of the main reasons i like him is because even when i wasn't a carat, i knew how sweet he was with others. every single interaction with another idol, he was always funny/kind/welcoming. i've laughed so many times thanks to him so yeah, all in all, in seungkwan we trust 💟 i know he's basically the host of most (if not all) svt games but if he ever joined a variety show, he'll outshine everyone there 💓 not only is he funny, he's also super respectful of others so you know he makes fun of someone just for fun and not because he's a hater

the siren calls of wednesday are too strong for userhev i fear 💔 good luck with finishing criminal minds (with a rewatch of wednesday between each season of course hehe)

no i haven't had the time to watch business proposal :( i have seen a few scenes and it really seems like a good kdrama. and i've wanted to watch a kdrama with sejeong in it so it's the perfect opportunity to do so ^^

98473 shows seems like the number of shows i've also wanted to watch but still didn't begin lol

it makes me super happy to know i was able to make you comfortable during this event 💖 i try to make my blog a safe space for anyone, so that means i try to make every comfortable talking to me. i'm also very shy & awkward but i'm trying my best to make others feel welcome 🫶 so tysm for the big compliment <3

and please do share more toffee & luna pics 💟 my daughters (they're both girls right?) are so precious and beautiful and talented (at being cute and sleepy) 💝 what is there not to like about them?

[hellenhighwater]

Do you have any tips for training/socializing cats (especially kittens)? I just don't even know where to start, and Malice and Vice seem so well-trained.

Start out with them in just one room, preferably a room where there's not a ton of traffic, but where you (or whoever the primary cat caretaker) spends substantial time. For me, this was my bedroom.

Catproof that room 1000%. No destroyable furniture, no breakables--you don't want them to establish bad habits you'll have to break later, and you want to start by getting them bonded to you. So nothing they can get into trouble with. And then you and the cats spend a while bonding. With friendly cats, this can be a week or so. With Vice, it was most of the first month, and he and Mal were only going out of my room while I was home and supervising them for the next few months. I used the in-room time to train them to come, because that's easy to do when you're feeding them.

Respect their boundaries, but push them jussst a little at a time. Reward positive interactions with whatever your cat values--food, playtime, catnip, etc.

The bonding stage is crucial, because you need to be able to tell them NO without losing their trust. We've got leather couches, kitchen counters, potted plants--all no-go zones for kittens. So they were only allowed into the rest of the house after I had a good trust bond with them, and only when I could supervise them. The trick was establishing from the beginning what the boundaries were, then just consistently enforcing them. You should have a talk with your household about what the rules will be for the cats and how you're going to enforce them. Physical harm like bopping them is not a good idea, but a shout or a spray bottle should be fine. I just shout their name.

One thing true of both dogs and cats--when it comes to repeated bad behavior with consistent triggers (like ambushing people coming into the house, or clawing at the legs of a person who's getting them food) it can be easier to replace it with a new behavior than it is to stop it outright. I trained Mal and Vice to stand when I said "All Rise" because I didn't want them underfoot while I was getting their food, and I do that with them every. single. day. My brother's dog is trained to get a toy and bring it to new guests, which stops her from charging up on the door or barking at people.

With cats, though, most of what people want is for them to not do stuff. Establishing those boundaries is usually just down to consistency and being able to convey a NO to your cat.

[huenjin]

unhooking a bra for dummies.

pairing: han jisung x reader

word count: 6k words

genre: smut

tw: use of swear words and name calling out of sheer affection, detailed sexual content — hickeys, breast play, nipple play, fingering, cunnilingus, clitoral stimulation, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, squirting, blowjob, deep throating, gagging, penetration, creampie.

note: this fic has been rewritten/reconcepted from my previous bts fic, the idiot's guide to unhook a bra.

The last time your boyfriend tries to remove your bra one handed, you are glad it is on your body and not his. Not with his strong history of trying to learn how to untie bras by wearing them and then snapping them only to ruin your pretty collection.

The last time your boyfriend tries to remove your bra one handed, it's on your request.

Not because you wanted Jisung to learn (not that it isn't a win-win situation) but mostly because you were so sex deprived from your boyfriend for two weeks now, thanks to his competitive arse. Thanks to his determination of wanting to learn how to remove a bra single handedly because some stupid magazine said it was cool.

Also because the movie was boring and your boyfriend seemed a lot more interesting than the movie's horrible direction.

You're on top of Jisung's lap, kissing down his neck, telling him to focus on how he's feeling and how he'd feel rather than being so competitive to remove the bra. Jisung pulls back and mumbles, "How does that work?"

"You've tried it enough for two weeks," you kiss him. "It's going to work."

"Is this a test?"

"Consider it," you sigh. "You're really killing the mood again, boy," you frown, before straightening up your spine and looking at him, "It's just a bra. Why are you so goddamn hung up over it?"

He confesses finally, "Because I saw some stupid article the day after I said everything. It told me that girls love it and that it'd make them happy."

Figures. You called out on this a week back.

You cup Jisung's face, a bit taken aback by his response, "But you make me happy either way."

"I—"

"Sungie," you press your forehead against his, smiling at how your boyfriend's eyes sparkle so brightly, "You're still going to be my star always. My sunshine."

You kiss Jisung, laughing against his lips when he coos at you. His hands are warm against that long brown sweater – way too long for you – you have always borrowed from him. He kisses you, his hands making way under his sweater, trailing slowly upwards as he draws out his kiss.

You know what he's trying to do and you choose to ignore, praying to all the gods out there that your boyfriend succeeds. He places his fingers on one side of the clasp and your thumb on the other. He moves towards your neck, peppering kisses against so as to distract you. He pinches both the sides together, sliding the right side against the left, freeing hooks from the eyelets. He pulls back from you, lips leaving your skin, at the same time your bra is undone.

"Bro," he stretches the syllable and you laugh, eyes wrinkling, commenting, "You sound like a white teenager."

"And you don't when you do?"

"Touché."

"But I did it," he screams, hugging you tight. The intensity at which he is joyous almost makes it seem like he won something great but that's Jisung for you. "I did it!"

"You did, baby! You did."

He kisses you again. Your boyfriend is so happy that he is smiling against your lips, breaking the kiss but he doesn't care and nor do you. He cradles your face in his hands, pulling back and laughs, "Hey, maybe we can sex tonight after all."

"Oh fuck, don't kill the mood. The last thing I want is Jeongin's catchphrase right before me getting hammered by my boyfriend after weeks."

"Like you haven't mentioned you don't want him around once?"

You flail your hands upwards in defense only to wrap it around Jisung and kiss him shut, mumbling against his lips, "Not today." Your lips tug onto his lower ones, latching onto it before pulling back and gazing at him. You could see how beautiful he was - his rosy lips that are parted and his nose that is good enough to bop. Han Jisung is a beauty carved from the finest and you are glad to call him yours.

"Fuck," he swears under his breath. You smile widely, eyes turning into crescents as he gazes at you, mumbling, "You're all mine, wow. I'm a lucky lucky man." You laugh, mumbling, "Yeah, you are." and lift your hand. Stretching your index finger, you poked his head, pushing it back, parietal bone hitting the bed's headboard.

Jisung gulps, his eyes turning a shade darker. You lean forward, catching Jisung midway for a kiss. You hold his face, guiding and directing the kiss, being forceful and trying to show the dominance you clearly lacked. Jisung always leads and you're hoping he takes back the reins soon.

And he does. Just as you prayed. His hands are on your hips, gripping it harder, his leg wrapping over yours in one swift motion and he has you pinned under him, hot air fanning over your face and you're giggling. Jisung frowns at you before kissing your pinna and mumbling, pouting, "You lost weight, babe. You need to eat more."

"I've been busy with this project," you respond and brush his hair.

"I'll take you out for a fancy dinner tonight after this."

"You think we could go?"

"Uh huh," he kisses your neck, sucking on the skin lightly sending tingles down your spine. "We could. I want to treat my favorite girl to some sexy food."

"I love you."

He kisses you in response not so gently, immediately coaxing your mouth open to allow his tongue inside. His hands forget all about being slow and teasing, the stress of not having you for two weeks straight sending him desperate, running all over your body, before pausing.

"This one goes off," he tugs at his sweater that you are wearing, pulling it off of you only to gasp at your covered breasts. "That bra looks beautiful on you, fuck."

He stares at the wine purple bra hardly covering your breasts now that the strap was off, ready to fall off any minute from now. Jisung gapes at how beautiful they make your breasts look before tugging it off, mumbling, "I like you better without anything though."

One of his warm hands covers your breast, fingers slowly digging into the skin. His palm squeezes your breast, thumb running over your nipple before he purposefully leans down and gives you a taste of his warm mouth for the first time that night and in weeks now. You gape open at the contact of his mouth on your nipple, teeth purposely grazing against the skin.

"I missed you doing this," you gasp for air, hand holding onto his hair for grip and to angle him slightly. Jisung hasn't bothered every time you push yourself onto him, aching and craving for more. If anything, it's always made the bulge more prominent. "You stupid boy focussed on a thing that weren't necessary like unhooking a bra when we could — ah, fuck, Jisung." He rolls his tongue over your nipple, your hand tightening around his scalp, tugging at his hair furiously. "Yes!"

He lets go of your nipple only to raise himself upwards and hover over your face. He bites your bottom lip, small kitten licks before sucking it into his mouth and you respond with a weak whimper before pulling away, breathing loud and clear and vivid enough for your chest to rise and fall.

His large hands trace along your spine, his palms trailing along your covered flesh, the figure that's carved into his head, a memory attested forever that he's glad for. Every single one of his touches sets your skin aflame with desire. Heat settles deep within the deepest cores of your abdomen, the heat slowly trailing downward stimulating your glands to release secretions that make your panties cling to your core. You moan when you feel his hardening shaft against the soft of your abdomen, involuntarily grinding against it. Your movements cause him to let out a grunt, limited and constrained, and he groans out your name.

He moves lower, tugging at the straps of your panties with his teeth, grazing the skin around it, sending goosebumps sprouting. You laugh post the rush, "You're good at this though. Like really good, Jisung."

"I know," he laughs against your skin. "Need to have you keeping me around. What if you decided a vibrator's better than me?"

You laugh loudly, hand falling on your chest, "Pretty sure a vibrator can't kiss me and love me like you do, baby."

Your mouth parts open when he kisses you, his lips brushing against the skin covering the bones and you let out a set of breathy moans, heat pooling deep within your pubic region as you find yourself growing wetter when Jisung kisses you around your acetabulum. He tugs your panties down partially with his teeth, fingers helping him out till he gets completely away from your skin.

He lifts himself up, throwing his shirt away. Dipping his head down, his attention is back on his favorite spot on your neck by your prominent jugular. Jisung kisses your neck, whispering sweet nothings into you. His hand lowers and lands on your inner thighs, goosebumps rising from your flesh and you gasp.

“Fuck," he swears under his breath. His fingers are dangling so close to your core that he can feel your arousal by your thighs. "You’re so fucking wet,” Jisung mutters, only to laugh and comment, "Maybe I should have fucked you.”

"Should have," you whine. "But guess what? My boyfriend's fucking— Ah!"

He absent-mindedly plays with strings of your arousal, coating his palms and fingers. You gasp at the sudden contact. Twisting and turning his fingers, he gathers up the dangling strings of arousal, before bringing it to his mouth and licking it clean. His gaze is still fixated on yours.

"Fuck you."

"Sure. On it, babe."

Tauntingly, he continues teasing your cunt — the tip of his finger lightly pressing against the entrance, but never enough to fully enter you. Each small action has you moving forward in pleasure as you try to push against his hand in an attempt to sink his finger into you. Jisung chuckles, kissing your clavicle, biting into the skin above and sucking furiously enough to mark you. He licks the mark before kissing down your clavicle.

He runs his finger through your core, collecting more of your juices onto his digit, before teasingly entering you barely. You find yourself hissing and bucking, your entrance twitching around the tip of his finger responsively.

“Jisung,” you whine, pushing your core further into his hand. “Please,” you implore, beg. You're desperate enough and two weeks of no contact has left you unhinged. The sensation of the pad of his thumb swiping against your swollen, needy clit causing you to buck into him, your cunt soon contracting around nothing. He pushes himself up and lowers down your body to meet your core. Your core involuntarily clenches, releasing another gush of wetness, pooling down the skin and staining his bedsheets messily.

"Your clothes—" you point, tugging at his pants. "Off, hoe," you sigh. "Now."

"Not yet," he rasps. "Need to give you that orgasm I owe you."

"Ah!" You sigh pleasantly. Jisung moans, shuddering under your fingertips. “My girl is all pretty and wet all for me," he mewls. His fingers trace small circles further into your slit, until his digits are teasing your entrance again. A low mewl falls from your lips, your hips writhing into his hand and you try to get him to push his fingers into you now.

“Jisung, shut with the teasing, you bitch,” you murmur, not even bothering to hide the want in your voice exhibiting now through annoyance, along with the greed for so much more. He laughs at your name calling, against your skin, nose brushing against your skin and with a kiss to your mound, his digits lightly push against the tightness of your entrance. He relishes and dwells himself in the way you tighten around just for him. You are just for him. A being he has been blessed with that's made for him just as he is for you. His eyes sparkle in mirth at your core clenching and unclenching involuntarily around him. You whine, “Fuck," trying to tighten around his digit as much as possible, almost as if you think your orgasm is going to rush in just by the sheer touch of your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend pushes one and then another finger into you. Your wetness allows them to slide in with ease and he gasps at how the jagged inner walls of yours feel — a memory he wishes he could remember every time. Somehow he's glad he can't because every single moment with you feels like a first time for him. The rush and excitement is unmatched. Drawing raspy breaths from you, he slowly begins pumping them into you. With each movement, you feel your entrance open and close, your eyes rolling back at the sensation. He pumps them into you, relishing every moan and swear word that leaves your lips. It's perhaps the very fact that you haven't had sex with him for so long that makes you want him more than ever, your arousal evident and dripping around, coating his finger.

He breathes in the scent of your arousal deeply, pressing kisses against your skin, softly at first before it turns into intense ones, licking and sucking on them to make a visible mark against them, staining your mound with purple and dark red hues.

“I fucking love you, man,” His voice is low, dropping a couple of octaves, and the deep sound that turns deeper every single time he whispers, thrums against your skin, before kissing against the skin again. You are so close to breaking down from just his breath against you, gripping on his hair so hard that you are worried you're going to rip his hair out. “Yes, yes, yes,” leaves your lips and letting out an appreciative groan, Jisung slides his fingers deeper into you till his knuckles touch the sides of your core and you are gasping, taking in heavy breaths of air, eyes squeezing shut.

“You're literally swallowing me,” Jisung breathily whispers against your core, pressing a butterfly kiss against your clit. His words cause you to clench involuntarily, squeezing around him tightly and then his mouth is against your core, more specifically your clit, licking on it, before sucking, inappropriate sounds hitting off the walls, eliciting a choked moan from you.

You are about to say a word before Jisung curls his fingers up into you and your back arches slightly at the rush that it sends, a moan leaving your lips loudly as you scream out, “Sungie!”

You feel him rubbing against the same spot that brings the loudest reaction from you — a discovery he makes every time all over again — before dragging his fingers back slowly only to slip his fingers easily into you again, the slick of your arousal dripping down your thighs, making a mess.

"Wet and dripping. I’ll give you what you want, baby. You were so patient with me.” He rubs your walls, his attention undivided on your enlarged clit and your hips gyrate with him, thrusting and chasing after his fingers desperately.

He lifts himself up – his hand still rubbing against your spot – trailing kisses upwards till he latches onto your mouth, tugging at your lower lip. He delves into your mouth, tangling with your tongue. The sensations are heightened, your head unable to focus on either. Breaking from the kiss, you cry out against his lips, your breaths heavily intermingling together. Jisung uses his other hand to hold your jaw and angle your head in such a way that your foggy gaze is fixed on his sharp ones and your mouth opens slightly.

"Come for me, babe," he urges. His command, along with the way his fingers rub across your clit, has you crossing off of the brink of pleasure and into an oblivion for the first time that night and in weeks. You see the stars as you squint your eyes shut forcefully, breathing loud and shallow as you chant your boyfriend's name like a mantra. You need a moment to calm down from how good that orgasm is and Jisung slowly rubs you through your high.

Skin flushing with heat and covered in sweat, you feel electric sparks jolt across your flesh under your skin as bright ecstasy rumbles in your veins all over again as your boyfriend rubs your clit vigorously. In a split second without any heed or warning, his mouth is still on you. He flicks your clit with a snap of his finger and instantly, your muscles lock up, your nerves oversensitized. Tears spill from the corner of your eyes and you tug at Jisung's hair, face falling to the side as you bite into your lower lip.

Out of breath almost instantly, Jisung hovers over you, cupping your face with one hand of his and kissing you, wiping your tears away. You breathe in his air as he kisses you, your jaw slackens sadly once he leaves. You let out a loud whineful cry as a powerful orgasm powers through you again, his hand leaving yours for a minute as you squirt on being overstimulated. Your thighs quake violently as your back raises and arches upwards slightly. Your boyfriend's other arm wraps around your back as he kisses you through your heightened orgasm, helping you settle down. Your muscles tremble and ache and soon you find your hips halting their movement as you lose yourself into pleasure, squirting slowly receding. His hand is covered in your juices, glistening in the light of the room and he chuckles against your lips after pulling back, placing you lightly on your back.

“That was so fucking hot,” he looks at you proudly, pressing his forehead against yours. Your eyes are squeezed shut post that powerful orgasm, thick rivers of tears staining your cheeks. He moves only after your eyes open, making sure you’re alright and able to breath right.

"You're a bitch, dude," you barely let out. "But I love you."

Once you collect your breath, you move down his body, overcome with the need to please your boyfriend, to please this beautiful man who just made you come twice on his tongue, overstimulated you enough to make you squirt, embarrassing the hell out of your being. You hastily grip the hem of his sweats and begin to pull them down.

Jisung pushes himself backwards instinctively when you lift yourself up. You hold his shoulders, body still trembling from the after effects of your last orgasm and ask, "On your back, please."

"Baby, you don't— It's all you today."

"Yeah, and so let me."

Jisung lays on his back on your command and you kneel between his legs. He pulls himself upwards, one arm bending to support him and the other resting beneath his head to support his head up. He watches you position yourself between his thick thighs, practically drooling at the sight of his large cock. He finally lies there completely naked, a small smile dancing on his lips at the sight of you, skin glowing in the dim light of the room, soft music from the neighbours you are grateful for, muscles straining slightly despite his relaxed state, belly button piercing twinkling every now and then as the light hits the metal.

You take his cock into your mouth, working him in small portions. You remember how intimidated you had felt the first night you tried giving your boyfriend a head. Even though Jisung was kind enough to praise you through it, cradling and caressing you throughout, it was hard. With a girth as thick as his and mouth as small as yours, it was bound to be hard. With time, you learned of the ways to take his cock like an absolute professional, though it still managed to overwhelm you at certain times, if he really wanted to give it to you good. Not that you minded. You doubt you'd ever mind it when it's Han Jisung.

You bob your head, mouth coating his skin in your saliva, as your hand works what you can’t reach yet, encasing it in your grip. Above your head, Jisung is sighing, coral pouty lips parting and clenching his jaw as he watches his cock disappear inch by inch into your pretty, pink mouth, enjoying the sight of your lips wrapped so warmly around him. He loves watching you take him slowly. Jisung loves it so much that he thinks if he could stamp one memory forever or take a picture to treasure, it is this. One of his hands slips down to grip at your hair, only holding it back loosely for now, not applying any pressure. He loves seeing you like this as much as he wouldn't agree to you directly but he thinks you know. You seem like you know. Yet again, there is nothing you don't know about him.

“Fuck, baby,” he sighs out when you take more of him in and suck firmly on your way back up, licking at the head and sucking on it leisurely, tongue lapping at the sensitive pink skin of his length. He curses once again, huffing out a heavy breath, going delirious at the sight of you bobbing on his length. The rise of his chest begins to increase its pace and his body begins to build up a sweat all over again.

He groans loudly when you go down once again, taking in the most that you’ve had so far. Your eyes are closed, hair out of your way and your tongue is at against his length. His arm supports his body and he sits up. You feel the movement and you quickly open your eyes, pulling away and moving upwards hastily. You attempt to pull him out of your mouth to see if you did anything wrong. However, he places his hand firmly to the back of your head — you feel the large hand cover most of your head, hand gripping on a ponytail he has made and fixates your head exactly where it is.

“Keep going, please,” he breathes out and your pussy practically melts at that, as you look up at Jisung, his eyelids half closing in pleasure, his grip on your hair getting tighter. He glistens in the dim light, body shining from the sweat and you press your tongue flat against his tongue suddenly and he jerks.

“Fuck your mouth is, shit—“ he pauses to groan, pushing your mouth further down and you try to fight your gag reflex as much as possible. “This is what heaven feels like, baby. This is heaven on Earth.”

He takes control of your movements now. Being the soft dominant human being he is, he clutches your hair tightly to guide your mouth on his cock as he pleases. He eventually begins to buck his hips up to fuck your mouth, the explicit stickling sound of your saliva coating his cock every time he moves, resonating and bouncing off the walls. You're gagging heavily, trying to breathe properly through your nose. Saliva is dripping down your chin because of his length which is so big that you know you'd never be able to take him without activating your gag reflex. Your eyes roll over before your eyelids shut and Jisung's controlling your movements completely now.

“Love this pretty mouth of yours, baby,” he groans, pushing your head as far down as you could go. You choke a bit, letting out a stunned noise, one out of breath but you grip his thighs in an attempt to calm yourself and relax, despite the tears stinging your eyes at your gag reflex kicking in. Jisung slows down his movements, letting go of your hair but you refuse to move. You grab his hand before he could let go of you and you place it back over your head. He smiles and guides you again.

Your arousal drips down your core again and down your thighs, and you can’t help but push yourself forward. Your rear is pushing back against nothing but sheer want and lust for the man before you and his eyes catch onto the sight of your supple soft skin up in the air while your mouth is still locked on his cock. The entire position makes him lust over this woman before him that he proudly calls his.

“You’re so pretty,” he pants, eyes fluttering for a second when you suck on him harder, tongue licking a stripe along the underside of his dick all the way to its head, taking it home. Your hand grips on his balls, carressing it lightly under your fingertips when you feel it tightening. You know he's close and so you suck at the tip of his head furiously, letting out grunts from Jisung's lips, leaving them so deliriously that it has you moving quicker, jumping your groin into nothing. He finally pulls you off his cock, still gripping your hair firmly.

You cough for a while, stained aftermath of saliva on the corner of your lips. Your eyes are teary, some spilling from the corners and your lips are swollen. Jisung somehow, weirdly likes it. He loves seeing you fucked out for him over his cock. He loves seeing your slight makeup haphazard and your entire being disoriented for him. He thinks he's a fucking masochist because he wants to make you cry on his cock — cry for his cock.

"Why?" Your voice is parched as you manage to ask. "You were close."

He pulls you close, tugging at your arm and you fall on top of his chest. He kisses your nose and smiles, wiping the tears away from the corner of your eyes before whispering, "Need to come inside of you, baby."

And he flips you over in the flash of a second and you are under him for the second time that night, ready for a million times for the rest of your life. You kiss him, your shaking hands cupping his face, rubbing small circles into the side with your thumb.

Jisung holds one of your legs by its underside and lifts it above, placing it on your shoulder. You prop your body slightly upwards, ache residing by the joints and Jisung kisses the skin at your acetabulum. He brushes his cock against your cunt and a harsh swear leaves his pretty lips. The tip brushes your clit, tingles running down your spine. Your nails dig into his hand by your side, holding onto the bedsheet and you gasp.

He slides in slowly, letting you get used to his girth and familiarise yourself with it. He pushes it in agonisingly slow and it adds further to the sensuality. The stretch causes you to curl your toes in ecstasy. With your leg over his shoulder, heels digging into the skin by his scapula, the way he is holding you allows him to move deeper, sliding in until you can feel him by your deepest parts and his thighs are pressed against your purple bruised ones. He bends forward and you watch your boyfriend.

Fuck, you love him. So much.

His face is soft and yet so affectionate, his features molded from the divine being, flawless and perfect. Jisung is panting in your ears, the grunt soft and echoing in your eardrums, amplifying on their way to your cochlea and you surround yourself in him. His muscles are tense and the words come out in a low, deep tone, "Fuck, you're swallowing me as a whole. Baby, you are so pretty."

He kisses your lips, ceasing his movements for a while in your wet warmth, whispering against them, "I'm so lucky, so lucky, so lucky—"

He pushes once more to go deeper if it's possible and you moan loudly. He watches your eyes squeeze shut and he can't believe that you're all for him, made for him just as he was for you. You squeeze around him unknowingly and he swears under his breath, his grip on your hip tightening. He knows he could come with you just wrapped around him perfectly, with all your warmth encasing him like he's lucky. He grits his teeth and pulls out. When he slams into you again, his pubic bone hitting your nether region, balls slapping against your arse, you scream. He's close already from you giving a phenomenal head and now when you're squeezing him like your life depended on it, he knows he's going to lose his sanity to you.

Jisung picks up a pace. It is fast and hard and has you gripping onto him for the life of yours. Your hips move along to match his pace and when your moans get excessive, he locks his lips with yours, owning every one of them and making them his. You scream louder into his mouth, muffled screams slipping out. You can feel him twitching against your wall and the whine that leaves you is muffled by his mouth again.

"I want to see you come again, baby," he mumbles, pushing into you, jerking you up. "I want to see you come undone because of me. All around me."

He lets go of your leg, feeling your leg move unsteadily because of the ache that rests in your joints, and moves his hand over your clit. He taps on your clit at a steady pace and you fill your mind slowly coming undone, like a pearl necklace ready to snap. His mouth is against your ear, licking a stripe at the cartilage before whispering into it, "Look at you. So fucking pretty. You're a—" He thrusts into you, hitting a spot that has you shuddering down on him fighting an urge to come undone so quickly, both you and him that Jisung has to catch his breath for a second there. "—my goddess. You're perfect for me. Need to see you come undone under my touch. Need to see you break into a vulnerable mess because of my touch. Need you to wrap around me perfectly."

Tears spill from the corner of your eyes and it's all too much. Your senses are heightened and you feel his warmth around you perfectly and in you completely. Your hand finds its way back to Jisung's hair, tugging at the ones by his nape, digging into the skin by his neck before travelling to messily hold at his scapula, arm falling over his shoulders.

"Please, fuck— please, Sungie," you cry. "Want you, need you, need you, need yo—"

Your boyfriend grunts, his grip firmer than a second before, his stomach quivering and his hips striking, picking up momentum until he's pounding you against the warmth of your bed, the bed making sounds of creeking occasionally as it pushes backwards and falls back forward. You wrap your legs around his waist, hips moving upwards wildly because you know you're close and you know Jisung is too.

He kisses you, passionate and fiery. Your brain feels fuzzy, your consciousness diminishing. Your fucked out expression is the one look that he knows he'd want to get it sketched. Your eyes hooded, cheeks flushed, face glistening in sweat, lips swollen and red and parted, with moans leaving them so softly that he knows he's ruined for. You are whining, moans leaving your lips one after another in no particular order of vocal range — occasionally screaming so loud that you know the nice lady across the hall is going to give you a earful tomorrow morning — when his cock slams into the same spot that has you losing your mind and it snaps.

"Fuck, Jisung!" You come around his cock, the white flash spreading under your eyelids and you're weeping, desperately, mercilessly. The tears in your eyes fall at that, the combination of sensations you’re experiencing right now too much to handle and Jisung quickly catches onto it with an almost sinister chuckle. Your heart swells and you feel the rushing oxytocin clouding your brain, filling you with nothing but love for Jisung.

Jisung continues thrusting into you, chasing after his own orgasm. He still whispers into your ear that makes you bloom in confidence, "There, baby. You're doing so well. That's my girl." You know that he is close and so you hold him tight, squeezing around his girth and your boyfriend moans. You kiss his neck, leaving marks on his skin as you bend forwards. His hips stutter widely and a deep groan fills your ears. You can faintly feel it as he comes undone in the sheath you are. It's pulsating, warm and hot and he holds himself in you, thrusting slowly and languidly to come down from his high, moaning into you.

His lips constantly peck yours, over and over again, lazily giving you gentle kisses as you feel his come leak out of you, once he pulls out of you, humming a soft tune against you, his voice surrounding you. He moves to lie beside you, pulling you to lie on your side in front of him, continuing to kiss you lazily as he begins to sneak his tongue into your mouth, leg draping over yours, arm wrapping around your middle to pull you closer to him and press your body completely to his, gently stroking your sweaty hair back.

The whole situation is a mess but there is something so domestic and warm about this, about Jisung just holding you in moments after sex.

You do the same, snuggling closer to him, enjoying the soft treatment and the gentle feel of his lips, your hands tracing his shoulders and biceps before going to his chest and sneakily tracing down to his belly button, poking the metal piercing. You pull away for a second with a tired giggle.

“You know,” you murmur, voice hoarse for all kinds of reasons clearly. “You’re really hot and all but this," you kiss his nose, "This is why I keep you around."

“What a bitch," he laughs. "A bitch I love a bit too much."

"Aw," you coo. "I love you too, babe."

"What's this, Jisung?"

You point at the beautiful packaged box, also tied with yet another beautiful red ribbon. It is surrounded by fresh rose petals in the side. Having known Jisung for years now, you are not completely wrong when you suspect something fishy. It's not even Valentine's.

"I swear to God, Sungie, if this is some weird shit—"

He raises his hands in defense, leaning against the doorpost, waiting for you to open the gift. He has a smug expression on his face, so ready to tease the crap out of you.

You pull the ribbon out and open the lid of the box, only to find a thong in it. A bright red colored one. You pick it up, holding the string between your thumb and your forefinger only to find the vibrator attached to it and the words, 'It Ain't Gonna Lick Itself,' on the fabric.

"You bastard."

And you chase after him, your hand stretched forward after throwing the thong back onto the bed. Jisung's already sprinting away from the bedroom and into the hall, jumping on the sofas to get away from you. You're laughing, finding the whole situation extremely ridiculous just as much as the present is; chasing after your boyfriend like you were five. And when you scream at your boyfriend as to why, all he has to say is —

"It's your fault. You were the one whining about not spicing up our sex life, babe."

"That was you!"

[bluewinnerangel]

can u do a steal my girl analysis? and do you think that it's about harry?

I was just going through neglected asks and drafts thinking "I really should do something about all these halfassed songs analyses" then refreshed the asks and you're here going "yep you should" basically thanks for that. And now I'm still neglecting all of it by answering you first don't tell the other anons.

Euh Steal My Girl makes a lil too much sense being from Louis' perspective (and about Harry if that needs to be said lol) doesn't it? I mean this girl is clearly famous right, the whole world is watching her and wants her, and that alone is a pretty big giveaway already. But I'm also thinking of other lyrics that would come later on, like Perfect Now's "everybody's looking at you now" plus calling his partner (not.about.his.sisters.nah.no.nope.nein.) queen plus mentioning those jeans again all in one song (parallels coming out of our ears with Perfect Now, I didn't even include Steal My Girl in that analysis, what an oversight lol), or his' "SHE'S MINE"'ing, the way they seem to keep trying to claim each other as publicly as they can while Harry's supposedly single making people think ~he's available~, it all just fits. But that said it's a pretty generic song (most of 1D's songs are, them bop hit boyband generic poppy shit), but there are some slightly more specific things to grasp onto in there, in just the lyrics, and in some links that can be made.

Steal My Girl analysis under the cut:

So a whole lotta 1D songs are big ol fanpieces of classics right (something I think all of the boys have taken to heart and continued to use in their solo careers, something that loads of artists do, ~music inspiring music~ I'm not saying anything new here) this one's interpolating Journey's Faithfully. And not to go all deep on a boybands music but with Rock Me interpolating Queen's We Will Rock You not only sonically but lyrically as well don't mind me having a little peak at Faithfully's lyrics in hopes to grasp onto a lil bit more, see if there's some inspiration going on there too. And, maybe? Both songs are about I'm yours and you are mine, which wow what an interesting uncommon theme but it's not not the same? Let's just put them next to each other, highlighted a lil bit but you can see the themes are just of "you're the one" plus "sometimes we're seperated" plus "I'm nothing without you" plus Journey's "I'm traveling the whole wide world as I'm being a famous musician" plus Steal My Girl's "everybody in the world wants you because you are famous" lol, just have a read to see if you're seeing something more I guess:

I'm eyeing the "Loving a music man ain't always what it's supposed to be". I don't have much of a point here, not really trying to go anywhere with this, just pointing out the fact that this song interpolates this other song. And that there's logic to the possibility of Faithfully's lyrics being applicable to whatever's behind Steal My Girl to a certain degree. Anyway.

Steal My Girl lyric breakdown:

She be my queen Since we were sixteen We want the same things We dream the same dreams Alright, alright

aka we've been together since we were 16(&18) I wanna love like you made me feel when we were 18(&16) it's the same difference. Of course it's just something that makes the song work I think and "sixteen" just sounds good here (like how many ages work here? 16, 18, 19, that's about it). Either way the concept here is we've been together for a long time and we want to achieve the same things (be famous, perform, sing, maybe huh?), alright alright

Parallels:

'Cause everybody's looking at you now, My, oh, my, I guess some queens don't need a crown - Perfect Now, you mean that queen you've been with since she was 16 everybody's looking at and wanting to steal from you ok

Harry being sixteen when he auditioned (to chase the same dreams huh) (as was when they met)

I got it all 'Cause she is the one Her mum calls me love Her dad calls me son Alright, alright

She's the one ok clear, hisher family is my family ok clear, alright alright.

I know, I know, I know for sure

wbk

Everybody wanna steal my girl Everybody wanna take her heart away Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one 'cause she belongs to me

She's famous af

Parallels:

'Cause everybody's looking at you now, My, oh, my, I guess some queens don't need a crown, And I know why - Perfect Now (yep just plugging the same line again)

.... I JUST REALISED THERE'S NOT ONLY A "QUEEN" AND A "JEANS" AND A "EVERYBODY'S LOOKING AT YOU" BUT THERE'S ALSO A "STEAL" IN PERFECT NOW GOD just fuck off Louis wtf asdasdfdkja this isn't clear imma make something ugly hol up:

Yeah fun[she says aggressively] this is in these perfect "coincidence or not" waters again decide for yourselves I guess.

Kisses like cream Her walk is so mean And every jaw drops When she's in those jeans Alright, alright

Kisses like cream can be some stupid innuendo, I know Liam sings kisses that cream live at some point, jaw dropping when Harry's in those jeans is very true although (and now imma take things literal as a joke people) I wanna argue that bambi walk isn't very mean except to his own butt when he loses his balance and falls once again wobblewobble.

Parallels:

Little black dress, Just walked into the room, Makin' heads turn, Can't stop looking at you, It's alright, It's alright, It's alright, you know - Little Black Dress

Maybe a bit of an indicator of Louis lyrics like sons really paying attention to how harrypeople walk around in clothes lol (Oh, why you wearing that to walk out of my life? - Love You Goodbye, I wanna see the way you move for me baby - Little Black Dress)

"jeans" mention in Little Things, Midnight Memories, Perfect Now

You're turning heads when you walk through the door - WMYB

I don't exist If I don't have her The sun doesn't shine The world doesn't turn Alright, alright

Ok make it dramatic

She knows, she knows That I never let her down before She knows, she knows That I'm never gonna let another take her love from me now

Also if this is about Harry it's interesting he's the one singing the bridge. If he's the "she" it's fitting that he's singing about what she knows. I mean if Louis wrote these lyrics, and they're about Harry, and Harry being in the same band and all that having to sing some of these lines these are the most fitting would be assigned to him right? Am I making sense? I think I am? Either that it's not a blatant assumption of the things "she knows" but actually she saying it: "I know you've never let me down before", or making her having to sing over and over again that I'm never ever let anyone take her from me. It's like... a way of letting "her" know it by making her sing it... hear my heart break @ "you're all I want so much it's hurting"

There's also this double meaning sadness here of them being seperated by others. "That I'm never gonna let another take her love from me now". There's loads of indicators let's put it like that that ~things and stuff tried to break them up and stuff~ let's put it like that. And here he is going nope, not happening again. Nobody can take us away from eachother ever again.

Ok this was a very chaotic analysis but yeap.

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[perfectlullabies]

thanks to you maja, i'm pretty much obsessed with inxs now <33!!!! what's your favourite album? favourite songs? any songs you think are underrated? overrated? how did you get into them? any opinions about them i want to know pls!!

YOU'RE WELCOME !! gosh how i love them, i'm so happy u got into them now, it's so worth it !!!

my favourite album is probably kick, there's a reason it's the most popular one lmao !!! life changing album, no doubt. then probably the swing and shabooh shoobah tbh (which i think are both underrated. the vibes on both of these albums should've established them as some of the greatest early 80's albums OH WELL)

there are so many songs i would DIE FOR so i'll give u a top 10 maybe, or 15 even, let's go wild here

here goes (not sure abt the ranking but. u get the idea):

never tear us apart

by my side

love is (what i say)

guns in the sky

the loved one

new sensation

what you need

melting in the sun

don't change

kiss the dirt (falling down the mountain)

listen like thieves

devil inside

we are thrown together

suicide blonde

mediate

????????? girl idek !!! there are way too many i feel bad abt not including some in this top 15

i don't think any songs are overrated...as for underrated ones. most of them, straight up. but okay, especially we are thrown together, everything, melting in the sun, jan's song, guns in the sky. most of them if u rly think abt it... + first two albums SO MUCH, so many bops

+ how i got into them: well, i've always known the bigger hits like never tear us apart and need you tonight and at first i wasn't impressed much bc my mom never liked them and always talked shit abt them when they were on tv lmao !! i loved the vibes and aesthetics of never tear us apart video though that it single handedly convinced me to give them a chance sometime in 2017 i think? not sure. then i'd always listen to them a lot during autumn/winter and then suddenly i got properly obsessed back in march last year. and now pretty much i consider them one of my all time favourite bands. michael's voice, for me, is the voice of a true angel. capable to convey so much strong emotions...i can't tell u how many times i've cried to his voice !! basically we are married, also. TELL ME YOU'VE ALREADY SEEN LIVE BABY LIVE. i must have seen this gig a hundred times. the live versions of all these songs...his voice...the way they all looked...simply an iconic band. love them, love them dearly and michael's always in my thoughts 🤍 one of the bands that rly saved my ass during pandemic, god bless them for that

[muffindaddystyles]

LOVE ME, WRESTLE ME.

Boyfriendrry blurb of some smutty and fluffy thought.

Taking online classes, resting, doing assignments, then spending some time with Harry and watching a movie at night that always ends up in a good fuck isn't boring but it's insipid.

The cooe of rain outside's soothing and tranquil enough to fill in already comfortable silence between you people, your lips murmuring around the instinctive words from the scrabby page of the Oscar Wilde's; The selfish giant. Your knees are hiked up sitting in the love seat opposite to where Harry's sitting on the messy-ly made bed since you both were feeling a tad lazy and in mood to procrastinate house chores.

You're constantly loosing your focus, because you're terribly horny at the moment and Harry in a baggy yellow pawy sweater spread on his tummy over the bed doing nothing but staring at you like he'd swallow you whole isn't helping at all with the ache between your thighs.

So, you do what was needed to be done.

His eyes follows your commotion as you leave your spot kneeing up on the edge of bed, your crotch against his face and you look down at him with a witty smirk.

"Wrestle me." Your voice challenging. You arch your brow with profound irritation when he intentionally dismisses you off by rumbling his lips to blow away the curls falling over his dooey eyes.

"Pardon?" He creates a noise, within a click of his tongue or his hand against your bare thigh (fondling the soft skin he's obsessed with) that dries your throat with hunger. He heard it right. There was no wavering in what you invited him for.

You guys have this game where he has to make you cum within two minutes and you've to wrestle him off, if you loose and cum you've to keep him warm and sloppy in your mouth until it turns into a nice blowie so it's a win win either way.

You fail every time. Most of it is very obvious.

But, right now he's trying to rile your nerves up by acting like an utterly supine cow.

"Hmm?" The questioning hum turns into a giggly squeal when he grabs your ankle and throws you onto the mattress like a rag doll, "S' fuckin' insatiable all the time ..." He growls towering above you, pushing your thighs apart with a tight grip to your soft fleshy insides that makes you hiss. A laugh pits up in your belly from the thrill of shutting them back and fighting him off to piss him further.

Ofcourse him being stronger than you fails you to do so and a loud moan bubbles around you when he licks his palm till the tips of his fingers and smacks your already soaking centre harshly.

"Fuck." You mewl softly sinking into sheets when he yanks your shorts down leaving you in nothing but his large hoodie, your pussy lips flutter from the heated sensation of your stickiness coming in contact with the sting of his chilly rings.

He pins your wrist atop your head and fits himself between your wide opened legs grinding his hard (trouser clad) prick against your heating centre in vigorous rubs, leaving a burn with every stroke and making you loose your stance with the growing desire to have his fingers inside you.

"C'mon fight me now." He grits. Glowering down at you sternly and your tummy coils against his's pelvis with each nasty roll of his hips, you gasp around a sob when he nips at the soft skin of your jaw. He wants you to surrender yourself to him but your ego's more than that so with a trick of pulling at his hair you flip him on his back and crawl up to straddle his torso jerking his shoulder down.

"Aha!" You grin in a victory. His brows pinches down furiously and before you know his calloused hand came spanking your butt-cheek making your face smash into the crook of his neck with an unexpected vulgar series of moans, "Bratty little fuck doll." He grunts landing another spank right where the first one left crimson imprints, again and again till you're a squirming crying mess.

He slides his two fingers down your puckering rim to where you're dripping with wetness and teases your entrance by never dipping them in till the end but rather stroking the spongy wall of your soppy cunt.

You squeal when he flips you on your tummy and leans all his weight over your back to glide his hand between the compact space of their bottoms, he patches breathy kisses to the side of your neck leaving love marks, sliding in his fingers deep inside that when you feel a certain crack resonating to your ears and shooting pain till your toes making them jelly.

You're fucked.

It all happened from your arm placed at the weird angle while he had your hips in air.

"Harry, I think. I might've broken my wrist." You stammer in a calm voice though, barely able to speak when the pang in your joint's inflaming like a wildfire along with the pleasure that's subsiding into an akward spasmy feeling as you pulsates around his fingers.

"Sucha bullshit excuse to mice outta yer defeat." He rasps to you smugly. Your face scrunches up in pain and your head falls into the throw pillow.

"No . ." You shake your head quickly gulping down the thick tears down your throat and when his head clears out from the fog of lust, noticing the weakness in your words he immediately pulls his digits out, "Holy ... Fuck." You try to stay placid knowing his insides are ticking in panic and is about to explode in one, two and —

"Baby -– how — how are y'so calm? Is it hurting? Show me." The shift in his demeanor is adorable as minutes ago he was about to rail you to unconsciousness and now he's the softest cutest caring boyfriend.

Tears prickles at your waterline when he presses his thumb into your wrist bone ever so diligently and it jolts severe pain up your arm.

"I think it's, 'm so so sorry baby. We should go to hospital. Stay here, yeah?" He tells you cupping your cheeks worriedly and rushes to fetch a wet rag when you nod through a sniff and wobbly lips.

He cleans you off, shushing you with tender kisses to your ankles when the throb got overwhelming. Helps you wearing your jeans and shoes being careful not to hurt your wrist any further in doing so.

"It's okay, you're okay lovie —- if the pain's too much —--- dunno we should probably run to hospital." He's out of breath snatching the keys and his coat taking glances of you after every second to make sure you're okay, more like assuring himself, "Bub it wasn't your fault. It was an accident, I can endure a lil bit pain." Through the whole call ride he was jittery and twitchy waiting for to reach the clinic speedily.

He has you embraced by his side with a careful support of his palm under your wrist so it wouldn't dangle that much as he walks you inside.

The doctor sitting infront of you two stares at the way you both are flushed, rosy cheeks, ruffled hair and sheened skin radiating 'we were in the middle of having great sex.' But, she chooses not to speak as you shrink to Harry's side timidly from the embarrassment and shyness.

Harry just passes you a nervous smile squeezing your shoulder to cheer you up and nudges you when the doctor asks the ever awaiting question.

"So . . . How did it happen?"

"Cupboard —-" You speak.

"She fell of —-" And he speaks at the same time.

You look at eachother with wide shocked eyes but then he clear his throat allowing you to speak, "I was putting some dishes up in the cupboard when I lost my footing and knocked my wrist against it." The doctor surely didn't give into your guys shit. Nodding along to your made up story.

You guys feel exposed when the doctor spoke inspecting Y/N wrist, "The injury caused from the pressure of weight, splinting the bone away and tearing the muscle too ... nothing that wouldn't heal in two weeks. You'll be good with an arm cast and these pain killers."

When you step out into the waiting corridor it feels like your secret has been revealed to every single person sitting there and you pull the strings of your hoodie to cover your face and Harry chuckles kissing your head at your silliness.

Once in the privacy of car he speaks looking at your cast properly, "One thing fo' sure that game isn't made fo' us -- you're too delicate to play it just fo' fun and thrill. Next, time just ask me to fuck you baby and I'll surely do it happily." He sighs a puff of breath kissing your cast and patting it lightly jerking back in horror when you yelp.

"Ouch!" He takes your jaw to kiss your lips upon seeing you grinning at your own misheviousness.

"Ye' batty little creature, stop messin' with your poor boyfriend!" He grumps cheekily at your playfullness.

"'M sorry, daddy will you take care of me?" You blink sickly coy through your lashes. Pouting up at him innocently and he shakes his head bopping your nose.

"You just wait and watch." He kisses the side of your head while reversing the car.

"How about we start from drawing dicks on ye' cast, hmm? How bout that?" He smirks and you gasp surprised at his antics.

"Harry!" The car fills up with laughter and giggles until he takes a rough turn.

"You better drive safe else 'm walking home!"

[wanderinginksplot]

Rex + Engineer!Reader

This is the prequel to the Rex + Blanket Fort + Kisses one-shot found here on my masterlist. As this is a prequel to that story, you don't need to have read it for this to make sense. And as you could probably tell from the picture, this takes place during the Onderon arc.

Rex x gn!reader: intended to be early romance, but could be read as platonic.

Word Count: a bit more than 3,400

Warnings: canon-typical violence, including spoilers for the Onderon arc (S 5, E 2-5) of Star Wars: The Clone Wars

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"And Captain Rex will train everyone in the encampment on basic combat skills and maneuvers," General Skywalker announced.

You didn't pay overly much attention to that. The general was younger than you had anticipated, but he was clearly used to combat and had the kind of authority usually honed through commanding large groups of soldiers. Still, you knew his order didn't apply to you and moved to slip away from the area. Your schematics needed a lot more work before the rebels could attack without bringing buildings down.

"And where are you running off to?" a muscular man with light hair asked, stepping into your path.

You gave a tight smile. "Classified, sorry."

The man nodded toward the general. "General Skywalker says everyone needs combat training."

"Oh, not me," you reassured him. "I'm a contracted engineer, not one of the Rebels. I'm just here to make sure they destroy as little of the infrastructure as possible while they take back control."

"And do you live in the encampment?" he asked.

You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling sure this was a trap. Eventually, you gave a short nod.

"Then you'll be training with me," he said firmly. "Captain Rex, 501st Legion."

You reluctantly shook the hand he offered and introduced yourself, finishing with, "-but I'm strictly an engineer."

"We're worried that this isn't likely to end without one or several attacks on this encampment," the captain told you. "A few hours of training could save your life."

"And a few hours of work on the city's schematics could save the lives of countless civilians," you argued. Sending that he would continue trying to convince you, you shook your head. "The Gerrera siblings are the ones who hired me. I'll let them make the final choice."

"And I'll leave it to the Generals," Captain Rex agreed.

Clearly not taking chances, he marched off toward where Steela Gerrera and Lux Bonteri were talking with Generals Skywalker and Kenobi, as well as a Togrutan female you vaguely remembered as being a commander.

"Generals, Commander," Captain Rex greeted with a crisp salute. You rolled your eyes. Soldiers. "We were hoping you could settle a difference of opinion."

"A difference of opinion?" General Kenobi repeated with a frown.

"What opinion would that be, Rex?" General Skywalker asked.

The captain explained the situation while you stood in silence. Steela met your gaze at several points during the conversation, looking concerned each time.

"We're only here to train the rebels," General Skywalker said after Captain Rex had finished talking. "Not anyone else."

"All of us are rebels," Steela argued, ignoring your signals that you didn't want training at all. "Just by being here in opposition to the Separatist forces, we are all considered a threat to their power."

"A contracted employee is different than someone who joined your cause because they believe in it," the commander countered, wrinkling her nose. "We aren't offering training to mercenaries."

"We're talking about an engineer, not someone hired to perform assassinations," Lux contributed. "What could it hurt?"

"Generals, Commander," Rex said, his quiet voice somehow drawing their attention. "I think every member of the rebel group needs to be trained. I think it's important."

"Rex…" General Kenobi sighed, but Skywalker interrupted before he could expand on his thoughts.

"I trust Rex's instincts," he told the older general. "If he thinks everyone needs to be trained, we'll make it happen."

You made a frustrated noise before you could stop yourself. "I don't need training. I'm an engineer. I don't work in combat situations."

"That's the thing about combat," Skywalker said with a shrug. "You don't always have to look for it. Sometimes, it comes to you. Especially in wartime."

The group split up immediately afterward, seemingly having come to an agreement. You followed Steela, determined to make your case and get back to your schematics.

"Steela, you know I'm not here for fighting," you said, jogging to catch up to the young woman who had hired you. "It isn't part of my contract."

"It isn't, you're right," she agreed. "But I would think carefully before I turned down a chance to learn such a valuable skill considering how dangerous the galaxy is right now. Surely this could be helpful as a freelancer traveling the universe alone?"

You didn't have an immediate answer to that. Steela clearly noticed, nodding solemnly at you before turning away. "The choice is yours to make."

You gritted your teeth, but your feet refused to move from the spot. To your left was the strategic tent and your unfinished set of schematics. To the right, the Jedi were helping the rebels set up some kind of training ring.

"Well?" a voice prompted. You already recognized it as belonging to Rex.

You stood still for a beat longer before giving a loud and heartfelt groan as you turned toward the freshly constructed training ring.

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You were bad at fighting.

It wasn't really a shock to you. You had never been particularly graceful or good on your feet. That was why engineering had been such a draw - all mental work, almost no physical.

Rex, to his credit, turned out to be a surprisingly good teacher. He had kept everyone basically together as they learned new skills and practiced as a group. Still, he was determined that you would learn to defend yourself and here you were, fighting to shoot targets in the dying light, long after everyone else had scattered.

"I'm sorry," you apologized yet again as you missed. You were half an hour into intensive shooting lessons with Rex and you had yet to hit a single target.

"You don't need to apologize," he assured. "We'll just keep working until you get it down."

"I don't know if I can," you admitted, lowering the heavily modified blaster pistol until it was resting on the table in front of you. "We're losing the light and it's a bad idea to illuminate any more of the jungle than we have to."

"That's true," Rex agreed, rubbing at his neck while he studied the unharmed target. After a moment, he took the blaster pistol from your hands and holstered it at his side, then removed the holster belt as well.

You nodded sympathetically, hoping you could call it a night and put in a few hours of work on your schematics so the day wouldn't be a total waste.

Rex sighed, removing the subtly armored jacket he had been wearing during that day's training. "I guess we'll… we'll just have to switch to something less impacted by visibility."

"Wait, what?" you had time to ask before the stoic captain flat-out tackled you.

You were aware enough to know that Captain Rex had twisted to take part of the impact himself, but you still hit the ground hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs. In that moment of hollow gasping, Rex had pushed you onto your stomach and pinned your hands behind your back.

"The first rule of unarmed conflict is that you can't let anyone surprise you." Rex paused for a moment. "Actually, that's the first rule of any kind of conflict."

"Is the second rule that you shouldn't suffocate your sparring partner?" you croaked out, turning your head slightly so your face wasn't actively being pressed into the dirt anymore.

Rex laughed. It was the first time you had heard anything other than firm orders from him and you paused. It was a nice laugh. You were forced to gather your thoughts a moment later as he released you and helped you to your feet.

"You probably won't see a lot of hand-to-hand fighting with droids, but the armies aren't capable of anything beyond following orders. The armies are commanded by sentients, and those sentients are often closer to the armies than you would think."

"I have no intention of going after Grievous without a weapon," you joked. "Preferably more than one."

"You should stay away from Grievous no matter how many weapons you have," Rex advised. "But this is good to know, anyway."

"Actually, I agree with that," you said, surprising you both. "I'm a freelancer. Anything that helps me defend myself in a potentially hostile situation is a good thing."

"Okay, let's work on your hits, then," Rex suggested.

What followed was two full hours of unarmed combat practice. Rex was always the target, letting you throw punches and kicks against his open palms. When he realized that you were pulling your strikes because you were afraid to hurt him, he found a padded guard among the assortment of equipment the Republic had sent along.

Eventually, though, you were panting and bone-tired. Rex seemed to realize that without you saying anything.

"One last set of strikes and you're done for the night," Rex told you. It was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever said to you.

But as you punched, Rex moved the guard you had been aiming for. You shot him a look, but he only held the guard up, wiggling it slightly. You set up again, but Rex pulled away at the last second, dodging your fist to bop you on the shoulder with the guard.

"What are you doing?" you asked, exasperated. "You said this was the last set."

"It is. Or, it will be as soon as you actually manage to make contact."

You grimaced at him. This time, when he twisted the guard away, you turned with it. You were focused on keeping your footwork correct and your hit strong. You never even saw him move his foot between your ankles, but with a light tug, you were on the ground again.

"Seriously?" you asked from your spot in the dirt.

Rex laughed again, and this time, you didn't enjoy the sound at all. "Do you think your opponents are going to stand there and let you hit them? They're going to fight dirty - they always do. You just need to-"

As it happens, you never did learn what you needed to do. Rex had stepped too close, and your engineering experience told you that his ankles were at an angle that made him vulnerable to a hit. You kicked his ankle lightly, barely making contact, but it was enough to send one of his feet careening against the other. Rex stumbled, failed to regain his balance, and fell.

All of this was done on instinct and you felt as surprised as Rex looked when he landed on his butt in the dirt next to you.

"Good job," he said, breathless but sincere.

"Thanks," you accepted with a grin. "Does that mean I surprised you?"

"Not a bit," he denied, deflating your ego a bit. "I knew you were capable of it. You're an engineer. Engineers like angles and math. That's all combat is, adjusted for whatever you think the other side is going to do."

"Wait, that's… that's a really good point," you mused slowly. "Can I see your pistol again?"

Rex didn't move. "If you shoot me, you'll surprise me in the wrong way."

You snorted. "I'm not planning on shooting you, Captain. I just want to test how the application of math might help me."

After eyeing you for a moment, Rex stood in an enviably graceful motion and hauled you to your feet as well. Wordlessly, he handed you one of his blaster pistols. He had warned you before you began shooting that he had made numerous alterations to them, but you were still surprised by the weight of the weapon in your hand.

This time, instead of relying on instinct - point, aim, shoot - you worked to apply some logic. When you were sure about your angle, you squeezed the hyper-sensitive trigger and watched the resulting beam of weaponized light hit the target.

It wasn't a perfect shot, of course. Math couldn't fix everything. Still, you had hit the target and you cheered aloud, echoed by Rex's congratulations behind you. You had the presence of mind to set the pistol down before you turned, then Rex was grasping your forearm in the odd way warriors shook hands.

"Great job!" he told you warmly. "You're getting better."

"Thanks," you accepted, trying to vocalize your gratitude. You probably could have been offended by the tone of surprise in his voice, but you chose to overlook it.

"Now we just have to dial in your aim and get you comfortable with firing at moving targets, especially during chaotic situations."

Despite your best efforts, you felt your expression fall at that. Rex laughed again. When had he gotten so cheerful? "I'm kidding. That can be done tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" you repeated doubtfully.

Rex folded his arms across his chest and stared at you steadily. "In one session, you've gone from unable to shoot a gun or throw a punch to knocking me down and hitting a target. If you can keep that pace of improvement, you'll be a force to be reckoned with."

"Or at least be able to stop clients who try to cop a feel," you added.

Despite his darkening expression, Rex's tone was unconcerned. "I'm sure you could break the hand of any di'kut dumb enough to try it now. With some training, you'd be able to tear that hand off completely."

And so you continued to train with Rex after everyone else had finished learning to disable tanks and other intense activities. During the day, you finalized schematics, studying holoimages of Onderon’s capital city of Iziz. Your goal was to record your best guesses for the most and least structurally-sound sections of the city.

The dedication the rebels showed for the safety of the Onderonian people was a big reason you had agreed to take this job. Despite what the Jedi seemed to think, you weren't actually a mercenary. You chose your jobs very carefully, and if something didn't match your morals, you would respectfully decline.

Between schematic work in the day and training at night, your time with the rebels flew past. Captain Rex continued to be patient and helpful as you worked to master the combat moves he taught you - ones decidedly more focused on self-defense than the moves he taught the rebels. The first day you had beaten him in a grappling situation, he had beamed up at you with dirt on his face and told you how far you had progressed. The squeezing of your heart at the praise warned that it was probably good that the captain and both Jedi generals were withdrawing from Onderon shortly, leaving Commander Tano to assist with the remaining rebel efforts.

Despite your determination to stay out of the conflict, you had eventually been forced into it when the Separatist armies had attacked the rebel base. One of the rebels you had known by appearance if not by name had been hit by blaster fire before he could use the rocket launcher held in his hands. He had held it up to you, begging with his eyes that you take out the ship that had fired on him before it could do more damage.

You had accepted, and the ship was a roiling ball of flame before you could make yourself nervous about shooting anything other than Rex’s now-familiar blasters. You tossed aside the rocket launcher and found a discarded blaster. From that point until the combat had ended, thoughts of schematics or building solidity were gone from your head. You were as much a part of the rebel group as anyone else, and you watched with the same horror as Steela Gerrera fell to her death, despite the best efforts of Commander Tano.

The funeral was lovely. Onderonians didn’t believe in mourning for their dead. Instead, they truly celebrated all that the departed had done to create a better society… and Steela had done a great deal.

When things had ended, you were sitting on a raised set of stairs overlooking the ceremonial area. The dais holding Steela’s cloth-draped casket was filled with people far too important for you to bother. You were glad to see Saw speaking with King Dendup. After he had handed you the agreed-upon payment for your services - despite your many attempts to refuse the credits - Saw had left, ignoring the sympathy you tried to offer. He needed to speak with someone, and if that someone was the man he and Steela had worked so hard to save, so much the better.

“Nice ceremony, huh?” someone asked from behind you, and you twisted a bit to find General Skywalker standing there with Captain Rex beside him.

You nodded, but you could feel that it was a half-hearted motion. “Steela was so young. She had a lot of promise.”

“She died fulfilling the mission she set out to finish,” Captain Rex countered. “She knew the risks and thought Dendup was worth it. Her choices were her own. All we can do is respect them.”

With a joyless smile, you said, “Doesn’t make it any easier.”

“It never does,” General Skywalker admitted, sitting next to you. Rex’s comlink chimed and he stepped a respectful distance away before answering it.

Skywalker sat beside you in silence for a while. Normally, you would speak first just for sake of politeness, but you weren’t feeling that generous. You let the silence linger while you watched the activity on the dais.

“Have you ever thought about using your talents for the Republic?” the general asked eventually.

“I thought I was a soulless mercenary?” you asked before you could think better of it.

“And I thought you didn’t work in combat situations,” Skywalker countered. “But I’ve seen the battlefield recordings. You handled yourself well.”

You glanced over at him in surprise. “Are you trying to contract me on as a soldier?”

“Force, no,” he denied quickly. “As an engineer. I sent samples of your work to a friend of mine who works as an engineer in the private sector and they were impressed. The GAR is struggling to find good engineers comfortable working in combat. The pay is a bit lower than you’re used to, but it’s steady work.”

Ah, he had cut straight to the heart of your problem with freelancing. The fight to survive between jobs meant that anything extra you were making was eaten up by the time you were hired on again. And your morals meant that jobs weren’t nearly as frequent as you would like them to be. But being in constant combat… Yes, you had survived this time, but that didn’t mean you were rushing to repeat the experience.

You grimaced. “I appreciate the offer, really, but I don’t know if it’s for me. Combat engineering isn’t really my specialty.”

“I think you’re selling yourself short,” General Skywalker told you seriously. “I’ve seen samples of your past work, and a lot of it is on worlds that have a lot of fighting. I’m sure you know that none of your structures have sustained extreme damage, no matter how much combat was happening around them. That’s an impressive record.”

“You researched me?” you asked, feeling a little stunned.

“Well, the Republic likes to know who they’re hiring. But honestly, I’m not the one who did the research,” Skywalker said, looking past you. You followed his gaze to Rex, who was suddenly very intently looking at his comlink. With a mischievous grin, the general added, “I think my captain has taken a liking to you.”

You fought back a grin, turning away from the captain, and your eyes fell on Steela’s casket once more. Suddenly, keeping a straight face wasn’t as much of a struggle. “If I said yes, what would my official job duties be?”

“You would oversee a group of construction experts - both civilian and enlisted - using maps and satellite footage to find the best possible choices for locations to build bases, bridges, or other structures to help us complete campaigns,” he answered easily. “Preferably, to win campaigns, but that’s more on us than you.”

“And would I work with your group?”

“The 501st?” Skywalker asked, sounding surprised. “I’m not sure, but probably. We’re a planetary landing battalion, so we always need someone who has the knowledge of places to build. You might have to stay behind on some planets to supervise base construction, but you could always catch back up with us. Is that something you would want?”

“Yes,” you said firmly. “If I did agree to that-”

“I’m no good at negotiations,” he interrupted with a self-deprecating smile. “You speak clearly about what you want and I’ll do what I can.”

“I’ll work for the Republic,” you said, feeling the nerves twist in your belly. “If you can make sure I’m permanently attached to the 501st.”

“Deal,” General Skywalker accepted immediately, holding his hand out for you to shake. “Welcome to the 501st.”

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A/N - I assure you that there is no timeline of any sort happening in my writing, so don't think too hard about where this should fit into the narrative. It won't end well.

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[lwde-haven]

Lewd Challenge: Kali and Blake each must pleasure 20 Beowolves with their mouths, the Winner can return Home, the loser will be fucked until she breaks to becomes a Grimms bitch

"Hope you're ready to lose, sweetie~." Teased a very confidant Kali.

"In your dreams, G-grandma!" Answered Blake a little shakily. Not expecting her mother to actually agree to this. Surely, the older woman had something else in mind. She wouldn't let her only daughter become Griml bait... Right?

Once the suckoff began, both kitties dropped on their knees. Pleasing the pulsing dog cocks as best as they could. Kali could show her moves, her gag reflex long gone after years of experience. Bopping up and down on the Grimm's prick quickly with a masterful tact. Grinding her cat-like tongue along the shaft as she swallowed everything with her throat. Knot included.

Poor Blake meanwhile, had trouble going past just the tip. Coughing everytime she tried to go further. All under the very bored eyes of the beast she was failing to please.

"Nothing beats experience, Blakey~" Sang her teasing mother, already three grimms downed. Blake's eyes widened in fear at the sight. She needed to step up her game.

A few minutes later, and the winner was clear. Kali had made cum every single Beowolf present. Even shoving her daughter to the side so she could properly pleasure her first Grimm.

"And that's how you do it, Blake.~ Now, I should get going. Have fun with your new furry friends, honey! Hope you'll learn a thing or two with them! Though I doubt they'll be please by just using your mouth... Oh, well! Bye bye~!"

"M-mom? MOM?!" Were the last words Kali heard from her daughter as she left the den. Wiping the cum away from her winning smile.

Blake meanwhile, turned fearfully to the twenty Grimms whose cock revived from the dead. All the beasts circling around her, locking her in place as they aligned the tip lf their erection with all three of her holes. Blake's very first attempt at a blowjob, looked ready to take his revenge on her disappointing mouth.

"G-good doggies?"

[albatris]

Hello beautiful you!!! You!! With the Wonderful Music Taste!! Mayhaps.... Quinn? I ALSO want Nat, because I am SELFISH. Also I love you I am gifting a soup mug of my beloved sweet potato chili served with your choice of greek yogurt, cheddar cheese, chives, or a mix of any in a tiny leetle decorative mound for fancie mwah

hello!!!!! mwah!!! I hope you're having a good day!!! thank you for this question and thank you for your gift of sweet potato chili with this beautiful assortment of extras and fancie ;-; I am hungry now ahahahaha

(on this note I have never tried sweet potato chili before and I would absolutely love to taste some of yours because it sounds so good. so so good. aaaaa)

anyway. Quinn tunes! Nat tunes! mayhaps some Quinn And Nat Combined tunes? I got a few of those up my sleeve!

Quinn and Nat were both popular choices for this ask game ahaha, so I'm planning to do different flavours of tunes for each response to keep it interesting maybe possibly. or maybe not, maybe I will just end up throwing tunes about with no rhyme or reason. but for now. uh. Nat And Quinn Tunes!

ramble time ramble time I'm sorry I'm sorry it's ramble time

first up are "Hey, Runner!" by The Arcadian Wild and "call me pretty" by elliotly, which both vaguely tie into the Nat/Quinn dynamic at different points of the story c:

"Hey, Runner!" I believe is told through a single narrator but in relation to the story, the lyrics slip between Nat Narrator Vibes and Quinn Narrator Vibes from line to line in a way that's meant to be confusing and hard to follow. their energy is essentially Quinn being in control and convincing Nat he's in control and just lots of stupid mind games that usually result in Quinn winning out and Nat not realising he's being manipulated into helping them. it's a bop! as a general rule the chorus belongs to Quinn,

"You better run fast / Get it done even if it takes all night / I don't know what else you've been told but I'm above that / And if I change my mind it'll be alright / It's not like you got somewhere to be"

as do any lines referencing being a volunteer, as a fun little hop between this person who is absolutely 100% in control and pulling all the strings and manipulating others to get what they want, but also being someone who feigns ignorance at the last second all like "no no no no, see, I'm the one helping you, of course! that's obvious! I'm no threat, you're in control here, not me :)", which is basically the entire foundation of Nat and Quinn's early relationship

hey! you owe them :) you need them :) they're helping you out of the goodness of their heart <3

the bridge belongs to Nat,

"I've got somewhere to be / And I'll never get there while you're stepping on me / I'm caught beneath you / Caught beneath your vanity / So why do I keep running?"

n "Go take a ride on your high horse / And don't you wait to ask for more" also belongs to Quinn, immediately followed by "I've got an eternity of time to abuse / Never mind, it's all for you to use" which belongs to Nat

also this song is such an earworm lmao

"call me pretty" is...................... self-explanatory. for a mid-story Nat/Quinn dynamic. after Nat steps the fuck up and calls Quinn on their bullshit and knocks them down a few pegs and Quinn is weirdly weirdly into it because being on equal footing with someone who can destroy you as easily as you could destroy them is just deliciously thrilling

"Call me pretty, not my name / What can I say? You're to blame / Your hands, your face / Wrap me in lace / Call me yours, I'll call you mine / Tracing flowers down my spine / Make me a god / You're fanged and clawed"

but honestly the whole song and all lyrics r just. chefs kiss. perfect vibes

oh, just a little tune for the start of an equal Nat/Quinn dynamic with a dash of unhinged romantic tension, and the realisation that they can both help each other reach their Full Deranged Potential if they accept each other as partners in a team and have each other's backs

also did I mention the Unhinged Romantic Tension

you can have a few other tunes!

“I Will Follow You into the Dark” by Death Cab for Cutie is good and tender, though a bit of a cliche choice perhaps

“Love of mine / Someday you will die / But I’ll be close behind / I’ll follow you into the dark / No blinding light / Or tunnels to gates of white / Just our hands clasped so tight”

n I’ve gotta toss “Crane Your Neck” by Lady Lamb out there too

like! idk, it’s a gentle song, and it is also absolutely not a gentle song at all. idk. the general overarching vibe between Nat and Quinn is “let me help you be gentle and soft” and “let me help you be monstrous” respectively, just like!!! after they establish equal footing, Nat consistently allowing Quinn the space to be vulnerable and soft and open and to learn how to be loved rather than feared, n Quinn consistently allowing Nat the space to be Rightfully Fucking Furious at his circumstances, at the way the world works, at the way he’s been stepped on, and to not take any of it lying down

n this song is just such a nice bridge between those two energies while still being just such a tender vibe

finally I’d be remiss if I didn’t add “It Will Come Back” by Hozier

both for the extremely literal and on-the-nose “Don’t let me in with no intention to keep me / Jesus Christ, don’t be kind to me / Honey, don’t feed me, I will come back” but also because the whole song is just “good fucking luck getting rid of me now lmao” from start to finish which goes both directions for these two fucking idiots

anyway those are some Nat and Quinn tunes, I hope you vibed with ‘em, n thank you for letting me ramble as always

:D!!!!

ily B!!!!

[hitozy]

gentle love ‹ masterlist › twin stars

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

It didn't come as a surprise when days later my parents invited us over for dinner. What was surprising was seeing Jae there, and no one else in the family.

"She's been feeling lonely, yn. You and him are her only friends - she feels left out of the group. Try to understand."

I did understand, I understand better than they think. I could tell by the way she eyes him lustfully when we came in the house, the way her hug lingered longer than his, her coy smile and the drag of her hand travelling sensually down his arm. She wants Iwaizumi back and she couldn't make it any more obvious.

My only consolation is that Iwaizumi looks incredible uncomfortable and keeps on swatting her hand away or giving her a stern look, but she doesn't ease up on her assault. When she leans in close to him, pressing her breasts against his arm, making him blush is when I've had enough.

I feel vile rising up my throat, the food I had just swallowed trying to come back. Excusing myself, I saw a slight worry in Iwaizumi's eyes, he started to get up to accompany me, Jae pulls him back down. "Wait Haji! I need to tell you about this thing that happened at work, you would never believe..." As I moved further away, the sound of her voice blended into silence.

Instead of heading to the restroom in the corridor, I went inside my old room looking for comfort in my memory filled four walls. I sat there in silence looking at the pictures of my childhood and on each of them, there's Iwaizumi without fail. Some have Oikawa here and there, Jae is also in many of them, Maki and Mattsun in between. The only ones that don't have Iwaizumi in there is during those four years he left for Uni and was slightly replaced by Maki and Mattsun that never left me alone. But I found no solace in these once happy memories. The moment I found out about Jae and Iwaizumi, the lies and the betrayal, they had turned bitter.

"Haji haji! Where are you going?" Jae's voice called out from outside my bedroom door, dread creeping up my body at the thought of having to witness another devastating separation. I have half a mind of jumping out of my bedroom window, just to avoid to breaking my heart further.

"I'm looking for yn. She didn't look so good."

Jae huffs annoyed, "It's always yn! 'YN is coming with us' or 'YN was sick, she needed me there' or the best one! 'YN is my friend, I will always be on her side.' When is this false care of yours going to stop? I know I made a mistake on regecting you Haji. I want to take it back, I want us back, don't you?"

My blood ran cold in that moment, her words structing a cord in my heart, revealing insecurities buried deep for years. I had always had a subconscious feeling that Iwaizumi only hung out with me during his teen years out of pity, no matter what he said.

"False care?" He was right outside my bedroom door, I could hear the shuffling of his clothes and the clacking of Jae's high heels stop. "Did you just say false care?"

"Is that all you picked up on? Haji, please, I want-"

"Don't you ever say that about me and yn, Jae. You have no right. If there is anyone here that has any 'false care' it would be you."

"Haji-"

"If you actually care about anyone but yourself, then you would stay in your place and stop with all of this. You had your chance, Jae. I gave you so many chances, I begged you the night before the wedding and you said no. There is no going back."

"Why are you so mad? We could just runaway now and forget everything Haji!"

I hear him sigh and I can picture the disappointment on his face, the annoyance, the anger. Its palpable in the air even with the door separating us. "I am mad, Jae, because I've been in love with an asshole for so many years. Because I still love you, an asshole, even though I'm trying really really hard to forget you. Because I-," I can see the way the doorknob jiggles, a tell-tale sign that he rested his hand on it, "I can't believe how little you care about yn. If what you said on the wedding day is true, which I still don't believe; why would you do this to her? She's your cousin, she's been like a sister to you and so many of us for years and you're okay letting her suffer this way?"

"I just- on that day you said you didn't care if she was actually in love with you. Why are you-"

"You and I and every single person in the world that has met my mochi know that she deserves better. So much better, so why in the world would you do this? YN loves you, so much, and you'd just drop her like that Jae? What is wrong with you?"

"Easy. She has you and I want you, that's what's wrong."

Its silent for a moment, I can imagine the incredulous look on Iwaizumi's face at her words. Is he going to jump at her and kiss her? Will he runaway with her and leave me? The mere thought of it tears another piece of my heart and I don't think I could take anymore. I stand up to hide in the bathroom, from anyone that may come in.

But then he speaks.

"Well, Jae, I am hers and you are just going to have to deal with it."

The silence was deafening and the tears I was shedding, the sobs I was holding back only worsened the nausea I already had. Running to my bathroom as fast and as quiet as I could, I barely made it to empty my stomach.

If they spoke more outside, I knew nothing about it. Iwaizumi came in moments later to brush and hold my hair out of my face, rubbing my back. Once I was done and all cleaned up, he pulled me in close and kissed my forehead, "Are you feeling better, mochi?"

I observed his face and whatever emotion he had while speaking to Jae was long gone. His eyes showed worry and tenderness. As I reached out to rub this forehead to stop him from deepening his wrinkles I feel a bit better. If Iwaizumi is here, then it means he's no leaving, not for now and I can live with it. "A bit, but I wanna go home and watch a movie."

He grinned at me, making my heart skip a beat like as if everything that happened a while ago was nonexistent, "Cartoon or 4D?"

"Both?"

"Both it is then, my sweet mochi. Let's go and say our bye's now. Your dad might get the wrong idea and come to shoot my head off."

I snorted, remembering the time when Iwaizumi lost the inter-high and sneaked into my room for comfort, cuddling me in just sweatpants when my dad walked in and had a fit. I repeated the words he had said back then, "Not in my house nor with my daughter, Iwaizumi!"

He chuckled, "Never been more afraid in my life, even though you were there."

"What does that mean?"

He only gave me a secretive smile and bopped my nose. We said our goodbye's to my parents - noting how my mother didn't give us any leftovers, probably afraid to get me sick, even though it was her fault. As we walked out, I also noticed something else missing or more like someone else, "Where's Jae?"

Iwaizumi tensed under my fingers, wrapping his arm tighter around me. What worried me was the sudden tense smile my mother gave me and the slight anger radiating of my father.

"She had to leave, love. An emergency."

I watched them closely and a horrible thought came up in my mind. Did they know about them?

I looked at my mother and I saw guilt in her eyes, "Oh honey, I'm sorry. If I had known how jealous Jae was about you marrying Iwaizumi, I would have never invited her."

... What?

"But I should have seen it coming," Mother continued, "She has always been jealous of you, since you were kids. Always taking your stuff or blaming you for things you never did. I would have expected her to grow up," she huffed annoyed, "but it seems I was hoping to much from her."

She caressed my cheek, "It's a good thing Hajime put her in her place. Such a good husband!"

Oh thank God, they only heard the last part of it.

My father takes my hand in his, it had always been much bigger and covered with callouses from years of hard work. "My darling, if anyone ever tries to hurt you or make you feel less worthy than you are, please know that it is not true," he kissed the back of my hand, like he's always done, "a princess must always be cared and treasured. Always remember it and if not, I will be here to do so."

He cracks a grin at Iwaizumi, "But I guess you won't be coming to me for it, will you? You have Hajime to do it now, and I would believe you prefer it that way."

The sudden blush that appeared on my face made all of them laugh, the tense atmosphere of my question forgotten in the wind.

"I'll make sure to remind her that she is nothing less than a queen, old man."

"I'll hold you accountable then, Hajime."

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Later that night, in the comfort of my bed Iwaizumi comes in bearing gifts. Tea for my upset stomach, blankets and a few sandwiches. "You hardly ate anything, so I though this would be better for you."

"But you made like, ten, Hajime."

"... I'm starving, alright?"

My head resting under his chin, his arm draped around my shoulders, my leg thrown over his, covered up in the softest blankets ever, a wedding gift from Oikawa with a letter that I keep in my bedside.

He's a tough cookie, YN. You and I, we both know it but please, don't give up on him. I've only seen him smile so carelessly when your around. He's carefree and senselessly fun when you appear. I only see him be true to himself with you and I'm happy to know he has finally realized it after so many years. Continue to give him only smiles and happiness, little mochi. Love, the best (duh) King Oikawa

We cleaned up once we had enough of the foods and just continued to watch until the end. He started to take his leave to his bedroom when in jerk reaction fashion, I reach out to pull him back.

"Stay."

He looks at me intently, trying to figure out the message behind my words. He gives me a smile as he comes back in and pulls me back onto his chest, "You always hated sleeping alone. You should have told me this was okay for you."

"Too quiet, to big."

"Then... How about we share the bedroom?"

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All you who sleep tonight Far from the ones you love, No hand to left or right And emptiness above –

Know that you aren’t alone The whole world shares your tears, Some for two nights or one, And some for all their years.

All of you who sleep tonight - Vikram Seth

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a/n! i wrote this chapter in less than 10 minutes. then spent three days cleaning it up. i am finally getting my shit together and found a schedule that I can work with for everything I have to do :D

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A CERTAIN ROMANCE

CHAPTER ONE: JUEVES

Author’s note: Hello! I’ve decided to give it a go, this is my first chaptered fic in this website. This story just occurred to me a while ago and I’ve tried my best to make some sense out of the concept which honestly is forever changing on my mind. I hope you don’t find many grammar mistakes, if you do please let me know. Enjoy! (:

Story masterlist ** Word count: 2.3K ** 

It's been years since Harry last had to use the tube, but it's not as hard as he thinks, buying the ticket was fairly simple and soon enough he was sitting on the train comfortably. The northern line wasn't too busy, no delays were announced through the speakers, his journey to Ladbroke Grove station was going to last around thirty six minutes. He suddenly can't remember how long the ride would be on a car. Maybe it's time to start using the London Underground a bit more, contributing to saving the planet, lessen his carbon footprint. With all the aeroplanes he takes a year, he should use it from now onto the rest of his life, he thinks with a bit of guilt.

He changes to the Hammersmith and city line with ease, passing by lots of people, no one truly pays attention to him. The school girls that would usually come up to him and ask for a picture are too busy gossiping among themselves, the grown up adults that are more fond of his solo work are too immersed into their own thoughts about annoying bosses. Harry likes to blend into the crowd that's gathered now at the station and awaits for the train. In the eyes of the others, he's just another guy patiently waiting for the train to hop on and get to his destination. Even though he was on his way to meet with the team that will take care of his house renovation, a property valued approximately on £4.175 million.

The train arrives and he follows the multitude that pile into the wagon, he isn't lucky to find a seat this time but doesn't mind as he finds a good spot to lean against, the doors close just as he skips the ABBA song he doesn't feel like listening at the moment and settles for Hanson instead. He bops his head along the tune before slipping back the mobile in his pocket, eyes traveling along the passengers' faces, trying to guess what they're up to.

A group of lads wearing the Tottenham jersey discuss the latest game, one of them praising Kane's goal and regretting him missing the next match. Harry knows a thing or two about football, he even plays it regularly with his friends not so far away from his home, but he doesn't keep up with Manchester United, perhaps he can do that from now on he thinks before letting his gaze fall upon the pack getting down on Baker Street and the few ones hopping on. Most of them are tourists chatting about the Sherlock Holmes museum, the singer smiles, remembering the first time he visited it with his family, many years ago. Sometimes he longs for those days to be back, so he can do the typical touristy things with the people he loves the most once in a while or have a date without a good amount of lenses focused on his every move.

Not that he regrets being a well known musician, actor, model. It comes with a lot of perks. But he's just moving on from a breakup that might have been his fault. He's a workaholic for sure, even though he's supposed to be taking it easy, his mind can't help but keep throwing song ideas for the next album. That is why Jeff suggested the home renovation, knowing that the project will keep him busy for about three months, maybe more if the contractors up sell their ideas.

Harry makes his way out of the station in one piece and without being spotted, he checks the address again on his phone, confirming the place where the meeting will be held is within walking distance and makes his way before choosing a Pink Floyd song for the six minute walk. He pulls his coat tighter around him, relishing in the forever changing weather of the city, this time he will stay and enjoy it in full, maybe even delight in the autumn too, have his mum over for a couple of weeks, maybe he'll even stay longer and take her to the ice rink.

Just as Harry plots on where to go when his favourite person pays him a visit, he reaches the private front garden off a beautiful car-free garden square. He remembers to text Jack, who doesn't take long to appear in the distance and unlock the gate for his friend.

"You're impossibly early mate," the man greets with an amused chuckle.

"Sorry, had to take the tube because of what you said about car-free development, probably miscalculated the time." Harry admits sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck as Jack leads the way through the garden. "Is this where they filmed Notting Hill?" He wonders with another look around.

"Couple of scenes that didn't make the cut, our neighbour Mrs. Black will tell you all about it, if you happen to run into her around Hugh Grant's birthday." Harry laughs as they reach a private entrance with a well-maintained front garden adorning the forepart of the property, he follows Jack inside the home where a strong coffee scent greets them both.

The musician quickly scans the large open plan kitchen/reception room with large glass sliding patio doors to a delightful independent garden where a round table is surrounded by four mismatching chairs. He doesn't remember Jack's old place, but it certainly didn't look as the dream home they're standing in right now.

"Thanks for agreeing to do the meeting here mate," Harry's words are sincere his companion can tell, he tries to shove it off as if it's nothing, handing him the mug with coffee while he pours another one for himself, "I know it can be a handful, the NDAs too." Now he's almost blushing.

"We should be thanking you H, work from home for the next couple of months, my dream come true." Jack manages to make him laugh and feel at ease again, just before the steps of a third party come from the stairs and grow closer towards them. "Just in time, Harry this is Fernando Gonzalez, my housemate and architect of the team." He introduces the tall man to his friend and watches them shake each other's hand, "Fernando this is our client, Harry Styles."

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Styles," his voice is soft and melodic, like an aerophone instrument.

"Please call me H, all my friends do," the musician knows this is business, but he wants to have fun too, like Jeff suggested. And the guy looks way too young to be calling him Mister Styles.

"I warned you Fer, he likes to keep it easy, breezy." Jack says motioning both of them to follow his lead and sit down in their dining table that is covered with house design magazines, floor plans of Harry's home and a couple of what the pop star assumes are sketch notebooks. "Alright, tell us about your vision for this project." In all honesty, Harry doesn't know how to answer that.

He fights the urge to say that he had purchased the property knowing that not much is needed to be done to the décor. The style and the flow of the house is already lovely. After a quick glance at the plan he thinks that maybe, more room is needed and, most importantly, a new kitchen-dining-living space that would be grand enough to entertain in, but cosy enough to be the central 'hub' of his home.

"The windows, for starters, have to be replaced." He begins with a tone so confident that the pair before him don't suspect he's improvising the whole thing. "New bathrooms, perhaps from Lusso Stone, demolish an existing rear extension from the top and design and build an entirely new expansive ultra-modern one, like the one at Lou's home." Jack nods understanding what he means, "I also want a kitchen diner extension, pink granite worktops, if possible." Harry finishes before grabbing one of the magazines and starts flipping pages just to look busy.

The whole project can take six months, they let him know, through the summer and autumn. He's elated at achieving double the time he hoped for in the beginning.

"We'll send the paperwork to your team and see you next week to sign it once they approve it," Jack concludes the meeting as they all finish their coffee. "Are you busy on the nineteenth?" His friend's voice is warmer now that he's not on business mode, it makes Harry smile.

"I don't think I am, why?"

"It's Freddie's birthday, you should come, catch up with the lads," Harry nods while thinking about it, a bit unsure because it has been a while since he's seen the rest of the pack, he's not sure they'll welcome him just like that. "They're always asking about you, could be like old times, lads doing laddy stuff," the green eyed musician chuckles at that, not sure if he wants to go back to those activities of their youth.

"Sure I'll go, text me the address a few days before," his friend nods in approval to his request, "I better get going, I have to pick up my sister for dinner, see you both next week." The youngest nods and shakes Harry's hand before Jack leads the way out the house and square. The sun is setting now and the sky is a mix of pink and purple hues just as the two men bid their goodbyes until they meet again in a week's time.

Harry scolds himself for buying a one way ticket earlier instead of sorting out an Oyster card, he'll do that next time, he thinks before stepping into the train and finding a seat in the middle section of it. Led Zeppelin is a good soundtrack for his journey back home, for some reason he is craving the powerful, noisy, speedy rebellion that came with the band's songs, he loved to get so lost in the music that whatever activity he did came in second, every single time. Which is why he almost didn't get off at the King's cross stop, he hurried out of the vehicle, laughing to himself for being so immersed into the music.

The way back to the northern line was now familiar, but not as busy, he decided not to walk too fast after confirming that he had enough time to go home and take a shower before going over to Gemma's. Waiting at the platform he decides to change his playlist, again. Just as he's about to settle for Wings, out of the corner of his eye he spies what the person next to him is listening to and he stops from hitting play on his own device.

The who.

It's been ages since he heard them, three years if he is being honest. The train arrives and the girl next to him puts her phone in her coat pocket as she prepares to board the wagon, Harry does the same, but instead of training his eyes on the descending passengers, he lets them focus on her. She's wearing a nice burgundy coat, a black newsboy cap, high-waisted jeans with a blue polka dot blouse tucked underneath them. She's much shorter than he is, probably about Helene's height, he thinks as they make their way inside.

Without meaning to, he follows her and leans on the wall, across from her. She doesn't seem to notice how his stare is burning holes into her face, he's itching to ask her where did she buy the red boots she's wearing. Harry knows the moment he speaks to her, it will all go to shit. Some of the school girls sitting nearby might recognise his voice, his dimple could pop out to play and give him away too. She might also think he's a creep and kick him in the shin, leaving a nasty bruise that would heal in about a week, unlike the invisible one in his ego.

"Are you telling me, you developed a ten feet tall crush on someone you saw on the tube?" Gemma asks later that night, her fork full of linguine was stopped mid-air, making her brother roll his eyes but nod bashfully. "I'm speechless." The fork resumes its trajectory and she chews her pasta slowly.

"It happens to everyone, only because you both know that there's almost no chance to see each other again." Harry shrugs and bites a piece of bread, still feeling weird about the situation.

"Did she make eyes at you?"

"What?" He's completely taken off guard by his sister's question, his northern accent coming out and making him drop the 't' at the end.

"Yes, did you flirt with each other making eyes," Gemma's eyelashes flutter as if she was a Disney princess meeting her love interest for the first time, Harry shakes his head in denial, "what was it then?"

"I don't know! It was weird, couldn't take my eyes off of her but... she didn't even notice, I sound like a dirty man," he does, his sister agrees but the pink spots on his cheekbones tell a different story.

"I once had a crush like that, with a cashier at Waitrose," she remembers before sipping her wine, "he was nice to look at, one day he wasn't there anymore, just like that." Gemma sighed and took her younger sibling's hand on hers before adding. "If our lives were a Nicholas Sparks novel, perhaps we would be getting ready to have a date with those lovely people but..." Harry laughed and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

"How's the sunnies collaboration going?" He asked before taking the last of his gnocchi. Listening to his sister talk about things that she enjoyed was the highlight of his days, he managed to push his silly underground crush to the back of his mind.

But there was the truth of what Harry couldn't see, or say. He'd probably like to have a shot with a girl like that and if Gemma could only see her, she would agree. Agree that there might be a story around there.

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YOU KNOW I LOVE A LONDON BOY I SAW THE DIMPLES FIRST AND THEN I HEARD THE ACCENT THEY SAY YOU'RE SO GORGEOUS MY BROKEN BONES ARE MENDING WITH ALL THESE NIGHTS WE'RE SPENDING I TAKE THIS MAGNETIC FORCE OF A MAN TO BE MY LOVER YOUR HEART'S BEEN BORROWED AND MINE HAS BEEN BLUE HE BUILT A FIRE JUST TO KEEP ME WARM WHEN YOUR CASCADE OCEAN WAVE BLUES COME ONE SINGLE THREAD OF GOLD TIED ME TO YOU FOREVER AND EVERMORE!!!

She's so in love with him I want to die! Jess!!! Can we talk about how gorgeous [ding!] Taylor and Joe's love story is? I was listening to little Lover the other day and it's like - with every guitar string scar on her hand! very hurt led her to the place where she could choose him! She mentions he has scars too, and asks to see those places, so they can heal together. In long story short, she was surrounded on all sides and his light passed by and she laid her weapons down to be with him. They live in peace, even though she worries she can never fully give him peace because there's that harsh focus on her, but is it enough to choose each other? It is, because it's golden, like daylight! Everything connected by their single thread of gold, and she tied it into her art. Then she even got to share creating art with him. She's willing to be honest and to trust us with that after working so hard to keep it a secret from the destructive world. They may not be in the press a lot and that's better for them, but she has told the story in her music. It makes me soft.

anon, I love everything about this!!! but I have to confess to you that I had a mild anxiety attack at first seeing the caps because my thoughts spiraled to, "oh NO, what happened in fandom now?" to "oh no, did I do something that caused someone to yell at me?," and then my eyes focused enough to see the words "London Boy" and I started bop-singing in my head. it was an entire roller-coaster before I went:

I have a lot of emotions/thoughts about this that no one wants, and I know there's a general idea that we shouldn't get invested in other people's relationships, which is something I try to abide by more often than not, but I won't lie, she's one of the rare exceptions. I think with Taylor it has particular meaning because we, as fans, have witnessed so much of her path, heartbreaks, and growth, and have empathized with her and felt a part of that, and then laid it over our own lives and experiences (or, you know, favorite characters, whatever the case may be! 💕), often for many years. her music has been a part of my life for almost 13 years at this point, and naturally as that happens and as art affects us and we care about those who touch our hearts, we wish the best for them. Taylor's diaristic songwriting has allowed us a window into her mind/heart and many ups and downs, and the contentment and home she found with Joe, amidst chaos and pain and betrayals, when she briefly lost faith that she'd even be able to make music again, when those walls were closing in, and then her rising above and holding onto that love while reasserting her voice and her power, is just really moving to see (or hear).

it's actually remarkable how much of the story she has told us, given her (very understandable) choice to try and keep them secure from too much invasion of the press, and her initial fears and need for secrecy following constant voyeuristic spotlights. it's all laid out across reputation -> Lover -> the personal tracks on both folklore and evermore. you could take the songs specifically about that and create its own lengthy album. her intimate songwriting has always been a part of her appeal, of course, so being vulnerable enough to share details and deep emotion is part of what makes her the artist she is, but hearing the uncertainty to absolute surety ("is it cool that I said all that?" to "I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all" to the entirety of the lakes; from "I knew there was no one in the world who could take it" to "hell was the journey, but it brought me heaven." in the cracks of light, she dreamed of him! every love she's known in comparison is a failure! "even in my worst times, you could see the best of me. flashback to my mistakes, my rebounds, my earthquakes, even in my worst lies, you saw the truth of me. and I woke up just in time, now I wake up by your side. my one and only, my lifeline"), the journey and its meaning to her life, is so beautiful. the fact she could artistically collaborate with him too!

she's written from the very beginning of her career about anxiety and feeling out of place and having to be guarded, she bares those worries along with sharing her passions. in recent years, she uses those battle metaphors a lot (all of The Archer, "I brought a knife to a gun fight," "threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now," "I dropped my sword, I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door, and we live in peace, but if someone comes at us, this time I'm ready"). I think about way back to The Story of Us - "I would lay my armor down if you said you'd rather love than fight." she finally found that (White Horse too - "I'm gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well"). he didn't have to "rescue" her ("you don't need to save me..."), I think it's clear they gain strength from one another and share a bond that's only gotten stronger whenever it's been tested (Afterglow, False God, and even hoax all really speak to that, among others). obviously we don't know her, we'll never understand entirely how terrible the various events circa 2016 were for her, but another thing I think she's been admirably open and revealing about is the depth of that hurt and how it affected her mental health. she's still processing and recovering, and that's okay - folklore/evermore are layered with the pieces of her still suffering and still working through that, and then the beating heart of her love with him (I mean! "give you my wild, give you a child; give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other, family that I chose now that I see your brother as my brother"), and the refuge she's found in her art and through all she's endured and recovered from ("pulled the car off the road to the lookout, could've followed my fears all the way down" to "you were there, and I was catching my breath, floors of a cabin creaking under my step, and I couldn't be sure, I had a feeling so peculiar, this pain wouldn't be for evermore" and "one single thread of gold tied me to you") is the hope in it. if you can be vicariously happy for someone else, her happiness definitely has that feeling. she once believed love would be burning red, but it's golden!

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Hey I loved birds of prey but I hate the fact that everyone is sleeping on Ali Wong!!! She was detective Montoya's ex like how badass was that (aside from the obviously crsppy break up) Other than that I loved BOP and I'm glad you're here to defend it!

Thank you!

I have now seen it twice and I’m going again Sunday for my birthday. It really is fantastic. 

Montoya’s ex is so damn cute. And despite their messy break up, she’s still willing to help Renee as far as she can.

And I’m going to take this opportunity to gush about a couple other things that I loved about this movie that didn’t really fit in my last post.

1) The fight scenes were fucking excellent. Look... It’s nice to see fight scenes, where women fight men, that don’t shy away from nut-crunchers. How many times have you seen that? In movies with female leads with fighting experience you might see it once, often played for humor. But BoP leans into that shit. As it should. Drunk me, play fighting with my best friend’s boyfriend went for a nut shot. Because men are generally speaking, bigger and stronger. A smart fighter goes for their opponents weak spots, especially if they’re fighting for their life. It’s not played for laughs, it’s not even a cheap pandering to girl power. It’s just... a fact of 100 lbs. people fighting 200 lbs. people.

2) All the nut shots were really fucking cathartic.

3) I see a lot of complaining about how there are no decent men in the film. I take issue with this for a few reasons:

A) There are background characters who are just your normal blokes going about their business who aren’t evil bastards. The truck driver, the grocery story worker Harley runs over with her cart, hell even Erika’s boyfriend/husband/fiance/whatever isn’t a bad person. He’s clearly horrified by what Roman is forcing him to do. 

B) I don’t see these complaints when the casts are all men or when there is one female character and she’s a villain. This is a superhero action movie. There are two groups. The villains. And the heroes. No one complained that all the villains in The Avengers were men. And it wasn’t because there was a token female spy. 

C) The misogyny in this film is fucking real. Like it’s depicted realistically. The cops Montoya deals with? They’re not evil. They’re not villains. They are your average, everyday dude. If you’re walking out of this movie thinking “I can’t believe they didn’t show one good man” instead of “Why does Montoya’s partner remind me of my boss” you’re probably a man. It’s because you’re used to overt CW Supergirl-style girl power speeches where you can cheer or roll your eyes and move on rather than watching a man subconsciously laugh off a woman’s ideas then honestly believe they were his when they prove correct. You watch Montoya take it from these ‘obviously bad men’ and wonder why she doesn’t say something (probably blaming her for her own position because she should out these men) because you don’t know that she probably has and it didn’t matter. You watch Roman melt down and don’t don’t think of it as being emotionally compromised and hysterical but go off on how the women let their emotions get in the way (I have real world anecdotes from work for why both of these strike a cord. And I’m just one random ass woman on the internet. You bet there are plenty of other who feel the same way.)

D) It’s not about men. It’s not made for men. Period. It’s not about you. If you want to see men be heroic, go watch literally every single other movie ever made. There are huge, massive, swaths of films where the only women are villains or prizes. There are TONS of movies about men realizing they don’t need a woman. Those are movies made for men. Go watch them. Stop bitching about movies made for women where men aren’t a part of the process. You complained when Chris Hemsworth was nothing but himbo, eye candy in Ghostbusters because he was just a prize. Even though he was a good guy AND a super obvious nod to the classic role of women in film.Literally the least you can do is stop complaining when movies flip the script. You should be expected to have the presence of mind to understand that those are the roles you’ve shoved women into when you deign to include them at all. You should be at least smart enough to realize that if you don’t like it, we don’t. And you shouldn’t begrudge a couple decades of turning the tables. You should be able to watch “The EMANCIPATION [I mean really, what did you think this was going to be about?] of Harley Quinn” without feeling personally attacked. And if you can’t, maybe there’s a reason you feel that way.

4) The soundtrack is fucking awesome. I’ve been listening to it non-stop all week.

Um... sorry for going off on a tangent rant on your simple, lovely ask. I’d delete it but... I went to all that effort lol.  You are very sweet anon and I’m so glad you liked the movie.

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That One Song

(I may change the title later)Hello my lovelies, I'm back with another song fic. I had a daydream while listening to this song and this is what happened😂😂

Pairing: atsumu x reader? Not really sure how to label this one

Summary: Girls night out! At least that was the plan. Just because your friends couldn't come didn't mean you couldn't go. A night of dancing and you catch someone's eyes. Next thing you know you meet his crew for the night. Who would have known dancing would get you into a little (harmless) trouble

Warnings: lyrics are a bit NSFW, it's a night club so the dancing isn't exactly clean either😂😂

       The dance floor called to you like a siren. Unfortunately, none of your gal-friends could come out tonight but that wasn't going to stop you from having a fun night. To ease their mind you texted them where you were whenever you changed locations. The current club you were in seems to have good music. You'd been on the dance floor for the past four songs without a break. The next song starts and nothing changes, you stay on the dance floor.

        Dum-pa-dum Dum-pa-dum The music wraps its sneaky strings around your limbs and body controlling you like a puppet. Dum-pa-dum dum-pa-dum left to right, left to right, your hips move to the beat. You allow yourself to be the music's little puppet as you get lost in the melody. Not much of the song passes when a feeling begins to tug at you. Your gaze follows the feeling. Amongst the crowd of people, a pair of honey-brown eyes stood out. The intensity held your eyes captive yet after a single blink they were gone; they had disappeared into the crowd. Soon enough you found yourself looking around to find the eye's owner. You accidentally back into somebody and quickly spin around to apologize.

       "He- eEeEEeeEy~ you're pretty cute." The man you bumped into seemed crossed at first but quickly softened when setting his eyes on you. The light shined against his yellowish blonde hair. His piercings were kind of intimidating.

"Hey blondy, get those hips moving we didn't come here to stand around. Oh. Why hello there~" a man with brown hair whines until he sees you. 

"I uh… I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." You finally blurted. The two narrowed their eyes and smirks crept on their faces.

"You know, you could make it up to us" the blonde started,

"By dancing with all of us for a few songs." The brown hair man finished. 

"All of us?" You lifted a brow daringly. The brown one looks back over his shoulder to speak,

"Hey! Living sun, Kitty, what do you think?"

Bouncing over was an energetic, spikey, white and black-haired man. His golden eyes filled with the natural high of exercise.

"Hey, hey, hey. Sounds like fun to me Oikawa, I'm down for it," boisterous man cheered. "Kuroo, what do you think?" Yet another man appeared. This one had black hair and a mischievous vibe about him. Really they all have a mischievous vibe about them but he was more like a scheming kind of mischief. The new man quickly bopped all of them on their heads,

"You idiots, you going to scare her away and Astumu will be pissed at us. Let's not forget who's paying for our drinks tonight." He grins at you whilst pushing the other guys out of the way. He stretches his hand out to you,

"My name is Kuroo, please forgive my crew, Terushima, Oikawa, and Bokuto. You are extraordinarily cute but to us, you're  ~off limits~" he emphasizes while eyeing his friends who either roll their eyes or scoff. "We would be delighted if you would join us for at least this song." he kept his hand out until you gently shook it.

"Y-Y/n…" is all you could manage to say. 

       All of the confidence you had started your night with disappeared. Here you were in just about every girl's dream, surrounded by tall, attractive, and athletic-looking men. Yet you found yourself a stuttering mess. You took a step back as the song reaches a quiet part. A hand finds it's way to your shoulder gently holding it. You lift your head and meet those captivatingly intense eyes from before. It was impossible to look away.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, princess. The names Astumu. We've been watching from afar for some time, you really have some moves. I'd like to see how you do with a partner, can you do that for us?" He spoke with a friendly tone but his eyes made it seem like he was commanding you. Who knew dancing was going to be the thing to get you in trouble. After catching your breath you are able you calm yourself enough to respond.

"Y/n, a pleasure to meet you Astumu. Let's hope your feet can keep up with mine~!" The tease that slipped from your mouth surprised everyone, including you. Even so, that was enough permission for them. 

       The song kicks back into high gear and the first man to take you hand was Terushima. He pulls you close to him and lifts one of your legs to his hips.

"Vamos, fiesta; I want you, señorita," He sings the lyrics as he leans back still keeping you close so you lean with him. Oikawa is next. Terushima lets you slip from his grip as Oikawa takes one of your hands and twirls you around. He dips you whilst continuing the lyrics,

"I'm gonna kiss all your body; Sharp breath, gripping the bed sheet."

Kuroo slips his hand underneath your back and lightly pushes you up till you're standing straight. He pulls you towards him keeping your back facing him. He wraps his arms around you. Then he crosses them so his right hand is holding your left and vise versa. The lyrics continue

"Baby girl, yeah, I'mma put it in; I can make your bed shake." Slips away and Bokuto fills his spot seamlessly. He leans you to the left while he leans to the right,

"I can be your sin." He now leans you to his right as he leans to the right,

"Your hands scratching against me." During both moves he kept his eyes locked on yours. Suddenly he twirls you off and it almost feels aimless until you're caught. A finger under your chin and a thumb resting just below your lip helps lift your head to once again meet Astumu's intense gaze. 

"One look," he quickly move his head beside one of your ears, "I know that you want me." Tingles run down your spine, the hair on the back of your neck raises, and your body tenses up as the last lyrics are whispered. 

       You are spun around again and pulled from Astumu by Terushima and Oikawa.

"Baby girl, won't you come my way?" Now you stood in the middle of a circle made up of the five men you are dancing with. 

"Tell me all the things; that you wanna say," the boys appear to be singing in unison and encouraging you to dance. You shrug and let the music once again slink his strings around you; you let it make you a puppet. The boys sway and watch as you entertain them. You honestly didn't mind since the whole point of coming out tonight was to dance; having an audience was just a bonus. 

"Baby girl can you say my name; show me all the ways; you can move that thing," as the lyrics end Astumu works his way up to you. He pulls you close wrapping one arm around your hips. The other hand takes hold of your closest hand. The two of you sway and rock to the slow part of the song.

"I don't wanna to take you nowhere; I don't wanna waste your time; Baby girl, would you come my way," he lifts your head again like earlier with the hand that held yours. "Baby girl would you come for me?" You can't help but giggle and thank the gods that the club lights were hiding the major blush on your face.

       You dance the rest of the song with the boys and hit the bar. That's where you learn Astumu called dib the moment the boys laid their eyes on you. After some more talking, flirting, and exchanging of numbers you all head home. You immediately tell your gal friends of tonight's adventure and remind them that they really should have gone. Feeling a bit jealous, the girls ask if you'd be willing to ask the boys to go out tomorrow night. You laugh and ask away. A unanimous response of yes came back. 

"I guess tomorrow I'm going your way aren't I? Astumu?" You hummed to yourself before landing on your bed and promptly passing out.

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