#this was a completely unplanned photoshoot ^^'

[zylphiacrowley]

Ways to keep warm in the cold:

[floralseokjin]

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 22.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 5,057

warnings/includes (!) IT’S TIME! GLOB IS COMING!!!! 

⟶ ao3 link

*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

note; The Astronaut is 1000% playing while they have their little slow dance during the party 🤧 Also, for visuals: here is the inspo for the photoshoot outfit and here’s inspo for the tux! 

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The next few weeks flew by. 

It took a while for you to stop feeling so shaken up by the accident, and even now, you still felt slightly nervous being inside a car. You knew you couldn’t let the irrational fear consume you, especially with your life soon to take on a new importance, so you tried hard to work past it, talking it through with your therapist during the online sessions you were still having. The collision had purely been an accident, a split-second mistake made by the other driver, a lapse in his judgment. You couldn’t give it the chance to control you. You were stronger than that. Plus, you had so many better things to concentrate on. Seokjin, your friends, your bettering relationship with your family. Your daughter. 

At first, being on maternity leave was jarring. You’d worked fulltime ever since you’d graduated university, so having countless days and days to yourself took some getting used to. Seokjin joked that you needed to make the most of it, because once Sarang got here you both wouldn’t know peace again. It was a strange thought, but not disagreeable. She might have been the surprise you’d never known you wanted, but you’d been practically ready and eager from the start. Seokjin, too. 

You busied yourself with some more decorating of the house at first. Minor decorating. You couldn’t do much, but dotting a few art pieces or photos around, placing a vase on an end table, and laying out a few rugs here and there didn’t use much energy. Until it did. It felt like you were getting heavier and heavier by the day, the weight of Glob weighing you down and warping your axis of balance. You tried your best to keep active, going into the centre of the city a couple of times, and when you couldn’t manage that – not that you managed it well pre-pregnancy – you settled on small walks around your new neighbourhood. Seokjin joined you in the evenings sometimes, but mostly on the weekend. He was still working himself silly ready for his paternity leave, which meant that you were both in bed by 9pm most nights. 

In fact, as well as going to bed early, you liked a nap in the middle of the day too, falling asleep on the couch, where you spent most of the day watching boxset upon boxset. You’d already completed a rewatch of one of your favourite shows, finding it even funnier than the first time a couple of years ago. Now, you were starting something new. A sitcom. You found laughing was the way to go in these trying times, but it also weakened your bladder even more. You’d also started playing BT21 – your bump was a great rest for the handheld console. You’d never been into gaming, but you were becoming mildly addicted slash emotionally unstable, crying at how cute all the animal characters were. 

On the weekends, you and Seokjin bulk cooked meals to freeze. What started off as a fun domesticated activity soon turned into a bind. The good news was that you now had enough food to last at least three months and had stocked up on enough dried goods to avoid starving during a zombie apocalypse. But hopefully that didn’t happen now that you were so close to giving birth. 

The nursery was complete, the beautiful crib the main feature. You kept finding any old excuse to step inside and gaze around – not that you needed an excuse. You spent quite a few hours organising and reorganising Sarang’s chest of drawers, folding and refolding all her little onesies and cute outfits. You made sure to dust and wipe down surfaces often, wanting everything to be squeaky clean for her arrival. Your hospital bag had long been packed, on countdown inside your bedroom. Before long, there wasn’t very long to wait at all! 

One of the worst things to deal with, now that you were in such a late stage of pregnancy, were the nights. Maybe that’s why you were napping so much in the day. No position was comfortable – and positions were limited in the first place. Your bump had reached its limits, you couldn’t go any bigger you were certain. You tried to help yourself by wedging pillows under your bump and between your legs to ease the pressure. It worked to a certain extent, but then leg cramps would set in and you had to move around, trying to get comfy all over again. Then you needed to pee, so it was back and forth to the bathroom. Then Sarang decided she wanted to wiggle. 

It was no wonder you were a little irritable these days, all things considered. Tonight, you and Seokjin had gone to bed not talking to one another after you’d snapped at him over making dinner. He’d come home later than usual to find you in the kitchen, instantly ordering you out. When you’d refused, the exasperated look on his face made you see red. You didn’t expect him to come home after a long day of work and start dinner immediately. You were pregnant, not decrepit, and making a simple stir fry wasn’t beyond the realms of possibility. 

You’d made the stupid stir fry in the end, and then the both of you had eaten in stony silence across from one another. You rarely argued, but you were both fans of the silent treatment when you did. Both stubborn too, it was impossible to know who would break first. As it were, Seokjin was the one to fold tonight. 

“____, what’s wrong?” he asked into the darkness, voice thick with sleep but prickled with concern. 

It wasn’t a surprise that you’d managed to wake him up. You’d already been to the bathroom twice, readjusted your pillows five times, and thrown your head back in frustration maybe ten. 

“Nothing,” you mumbled. Which was a lie. As well as being horrifically uncomfortable, you felt guilty for earlier, which was only marginally overshadowing your annoyance over Seokjin being able to sleep soundly while you tossed and turned. 

Seokjin shifted onto his side, one hand reaching for you and grazing your hip. “Can’t get to sleep?” 

“No.” Mortified, the word sobbed from you, and just like that you were crying. 

“Hey,” he said softly, gathering you in his arms as best he could. You were still uncomfortable but feeling him hold you made it better. “You’re okay.” He rubbed your back soothingly. 

“I’m being stupid,” you sniffed into his chest, getting his pyjama shirt wet. 

Moving your hair off your forehead, he kissed a spot he could reach. “You’re not. You’re tired and uncomfortable.” His palm felt really good stroking between your shoulder blades. “Close your eyes and think of something relaxing.”  

“All I have to think about is the impending horrors of childbirth.” 

Seokjin didn’t reply, probably realising there was nothing he could say to that. He’d seen the videos too. 

“I’m sorry about earlier,” you added.

“I’m sorry too,” he sighed softly. “I had a stressful day.” You hated that he was working so hard while simultaneously knowing you would be beyond happy and grateful once your daughter was born. You were ready to tag team Sarang’s first month in this world. 

“If you can’t sleep, neither will I,” Seokjin announced a few moments later. 

“Now you’re the one being stupid.” 

He barked a laugh, loud in the middle of the night. Then, fondly, “I love you.” 

You smiled against him. You would never get sick of hearing that. It was just three small words, but you knew Seokjin meant them deeply every time. And so did you. “I love you, too.”

A couple of weeks ago, Seokjin got the front page on one of the most well-known business magazines. You didn’t know who had been more excited, you or everyone else who adored him. Definitely not him anyway. Seokjin handled it with his usual Seokjin modesty, as if it wasn’t a big deal at all. You had a copy on your nightstand and another on the coffee table in the best living room. Yeonja even bought a copy for her coffee table, and Mari too! She messaged you a picture on the day it came out. Seokjin had a lot of fans. It was no wonder when you saw his photoshoot. Fashionable in his beige turtleneck and grey suit, he looked objectively handsome. There was no issue of being biased, your man seriously was that good looking! And wonderful. You’d read the part where they mentioned you and Sarang (not by name) in his interview at least a dozen times, and it never failed to put a massive grin on your face (and shed a tear or two.) Plus, reading the interviewer praise him made you inexplicably happy. 

Having taken up most of his twenties and half of his thirties, Alpaca Gaming Studios has been his life, but it’s time to concentrate on more personal matters. After falling in love earlier this year, there’s a baby on the way, and Seokjin is ready to gradually take a step back from work. “She’s the most amazing person I know,” he says about his partner, sounding smitten. “I want to spend as much time with my family as possible. I can’t wait to become a father.” He’s unable to fight the grin on his face. 

Staunchly private, he won’t reveal much about his relationship, but his beaming face is proof of how in love he is. His company still means the world to him, but he is very aware that it could shine just as hard without him – his words, not mine! I am inclined to disagree. AGS has obviously become what it is because of the man sat in front of me. Politely spoken and painfully modest, it seems almost impossible that he is CEO of one of the world’s most popular video game companies. Not to mention, Kim is quite unnervingly handsome. It’s practically unfair. He laughs when I tell him this, turning red. 

“Nothing like that,” he’s quick to correct, when I ask him if he plans on stepping down. Then jokes, “I’ll give everyone I know a heart attack if they read this. I can’t see myself stepping down any time soon.”  

It’s another one of his charms. To be serious and subsequently dilute it with a joke. Not everyone could pull it off, and Seokjin does so numerous times during this interview. His charisma is something else! 

“We’re a team at AGS, a family” he continues, “and they are way more talented than I could ever be.” He chuckles self-deprecatingly, somehow making it attractive. “I have no doubt that if I ever did decide to retire, they’d do just fine without me. There’s my second in command, after all.” 

He’s mentioned his secretary slash best friend Jung Hoseok numerous times throughout this interview and insists he wouldn’t be here now without him. In fact, he wouldn’t be here now without a number of people. It’s obvious that he genuinely believes that. There is nothing false about Kim Seokjin. His gratitude and humility are two more admirable qualities that make this man hard to judge or criticise. 

The mention of Seokjin stepping down from CEO one day had shocked you at first. Making plans for his month-long paternity leave was one thing, but to talk about gradually distancing himself from his role was something he’d never even mentioned. He was quick to reassure you that he wasn’t seriously thinking any of that, his mouth just had a habit of running away from him during nerve-wracking situations like a global magazine interview. It was true that he wanted to take more time for you and Sarang, not work such long hours, and to have stress-free weekends, but he wasn’t ready to leave everything he still loved so much. At least not right now. Who knows what the future holds, he told you. Maybe five years from now we’ll have Glob No.2 and I won’t want to step into the office ever again.

You liked thinking of the future these days. Of your future with him and Sarang…and Glob No.2. (But no No.3 like he’d also suggested!) Before the future never used to cross your mind, but you had so many new things to look forward to now. Your relationship, your baby, Yuna and Jimin’s wedding! Life was exciting and constantly changing, filled with things that had never crossed your mind this time last year. It was a great feeling, even when you struggled to stand on your feet for more than ten minutes right now…

As Seokjin’s 35th birthday was going to be overshadowed by Sarang’s arrival into this world, his parents insisted on celebrating early. It was a multitude of celebrations to tell the truth: Jin’s birthday, his interview, Sarang’s imminent arrival, the last hoorah before said arrival. 

Seokjin knew about it of course, he didn’t very much like surprises, and Mikyung had kept you updated every step of the way because you were too exhausted to help organise a thing. In fact, you were probably too exhausted to even attend the party. You were 39 weeks pregnant and hadn’t done much movement in over a week. You moved from the bedroom to the sofa, to the kitchen, to the sofa, to the bedroom again at the end of the day. It wasn’t a very fun existence, so with cutthroat determination, you were attending your man’s birthday party. Even if you sat down for most of the night and begged to go home by 8pm. 

Yuna did your hair and make-up, and even your nails. If the last few weeks of pregnancy had taught you anything, it was that you could get used to the kind of life where people did everything for you. You were due for a harsh reality check in ten days’ time, because your role was going to be well and truly reversed. You’d folded yourself into a grey velvet wrap dress, complete with chunky socks, before sliding your swollen feet into a trusty pair of Crocs – black this time. Fashion was the last thing on your mind at the moment, which was heart-breaking for the likes of you, but if you were being honest, it had taken a backseat a long time ago. 

The venue was stunning. Mikyung really had pulled out all the stops for her Seokjinie, the theme winter wonderland-esque in gold and creams. There was even an outdoor area decorated much the same, with the gazebo draped in string lights that twinkled in the dark. You wouldn’t be caught outside in mid-November weather, but each to their own. While the party was in the development stages, it had been a toss-up between a three-course meal or a buffet. In the end, down to a committee vote, buffet had won, which you were ecstatic about because you loved a good ol’ buffet. Jungkook was chuffed too and sat next to you munching on two plates piled high with every option available. 

The guest list wasn’t excessive, but it did include a few family members and friends you hadn’t met yet, and Seokjin introduced you to them with a very loving “this is my ____.” It made you beam and feel almost drunk, which you were most definitely not. Somewhere along the line you lost him, but you were in no condition to go and find him. Instead, you sat down at the corner table you’d nabbed for your own, and watched everyone having fun, amused and quietly laughing to yourself. It made you happy that there were so many people here celebrating Seokjin. 

Your brother was poking around what was left of the buffet, and your father and Yeonja were slow dancing together in the middle of the dancefloor. When the song changed abruptly, you watched them break apart awkwardly, unsure of how to continue. Your sister was sat on the opposite side of the room, on her phone, but occasionally you caught her glancing up and watching Hoseok who was now busting out some moves while Kang struggled to keep up. (Fun fact: Hoseok was a trained street dancer. You’d found out tonight.) Ah, not only was he way too old for her, but he was also gay. Maybe she’d realise both on her own, if not you’d let her down gently later. Jungkook was dancing with Haram. She was laughing as he spun her around. They both looked like they were having fun, which was nice to witness. It was a far cry from their behaviour at your dinner party all those weeks ago. 

Seokjin’s brother and wife were dancing with Taeoh and Jiu. His parents must be outside – crazy people. Namjoon and Yeeun were sat on a table; he whispered in her ear and made her giggle. Mari walked over, unintentionally interrupting them. Yuna and Jimin were nowhere to be seen. 

While deep in concentration, a figure suddenly leaned over you, blocking your view, and you looked up to see a joyful looking Seokjin. His face was flushed and his eyes shiny, but he wasn’t drunk. Now that you were close to the end, he refused to touch even a drop of alcohol. Just in case. 

He held out his hand. “Care to dance with me, my beautiful lady?” 

“How about a shuffle?” 

He chuckled. “I would want nothing more than to shuffle with you.” 

With a grin, you took his hand, and he helped your stiff body up. You needed to dance at least once, or just get on the dancefloor. Thankfully, the song changed as you got there, something slow and meaningful again. You looped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist and started to sway slowly. He looked hot in a tux. If you had the energy, you’d rough it up later tonight. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t be the case. 

“Happy early birthday,” you said, kissing him. 

One of Seokjin’s palms slid to your bump as he smiled against your mouth. He pulled back slightly. “I’m looking forward to my early gift.” 

“I love you, you know that, don’t you?” You didn’t know what it was, possibly the lyrics in the song you were dancing to, but the love you felt for him seemed to want to burst out of you. 

“I do know that,” he replied, his smile turning into a cheeky grin. “I love you more, though.” 

Laughing at how ridiculous he was, you gazed into one another’s eyes and continued to slow dance, Sarang in the middle. Even when the song shifted. Neither of you cared that you weren’t in time to the music. But before long, Yuna appeared at your side, tugging your arm. 

“I’m stealing your woman,” she told Seokjin, who knew not to put up too much of a fight. She dragged you into the centre of the room. “I’ve been waiting for you to get on the floor all night!” 

Well, she best make the most of it because she had exactly three more minutes before you gave out. You weren’t even moving your feet as she held your hands and moved your arms up and down, but you were both having fun, laughing and making noise. You span her around at one point, then felt a throb in your lower back. That was it. 

“Yuna, I can’t do anymore,” you shouted over the music, one hand clutching the offending area. 

“Party pooper!” she yelled, but she was grinning as she said it, kissing your cheek before you hobbled off, your feet killing you. 

You made your way back to your corner, flopping down on the chair with a groan. Seokjin had disappeared again, but you didn’t mind. You needed five. Unless your bladder decided it wanted to be emptied again. You’d spent enough of your time in the restroom already. As you were sending a silent prayer to your bladder, you felt a twinge low in your stomach. You didn’t think much of it as you’d been experiencing similar things for a few days anyway. At your last doctor’s appointment, it had been confirmed that your bump had dropped, and Dr. Choi had said you might start experiencing some aches and twinges here and there as labour drew closer. 

However, that twinge did feel a lot stronger, and your back was burning, but maybe it was because you’d been more active tonight than you had been for days – weeks even. As you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your lower back continued to throb. Your pain was interrupted by Kang coming over. He was breathing hard and sweat was beading from his hairline. The chair scraped across the floor as he threw himself down. “Not feeling it either?” you asked through gritted teeth. 

“Hoseok doesn’t even know I’m gone,” he laughed weakly, then furrowed his brow when he took you in. “You okay?” 

“I think I’ve hit my limit tonight,” you admitted, rubbing the underside of your bump. Maybe you should go find Seokjin and tell him you were going home. He could stay here, you didn’t mind, and you didn’t want to ruin his night. You were sure your dad could take you back, he hadn’t been drinking either because he had to drive back to the hotel he, Yeonja and your siblings were staying at for the night. 

“Should I ask one of the waiting staff for some water?” Kang asked, sounding concerned. 

You shook your head. “I’m fine.” Then belatedly remembered your manners. “Thank you.” 

Kang didn’t look like he believed you. 

“THERE YOU ARE!” Hoseok’s screech of a voice made you both jump, and you winced. Shit, your back felt as if it was on fire. “Don’t think you can sneak away from me, lover,” he told Kang, pulling at his hands. “Come dance again!” He noticed you then. “Hey, ____!” Then noticed your expression, instantly worried. “What’s wrong?” 

You sucked in a breath. “Nothing.” 

“It’s not nothing,” Kang said. He leaned over, brows knitted together. “Are you sure you’re all right? You look like you’re in pain.” 

You felt another—something. “I just—it’s just twinges.” They both saw your grimace. This wasn’t just a twinge. It was going on for a little longer, something inside you clenching. Stomach muscles maybe, or something else… “I should find Seokjin.” You jumped up with a buoyancy you didn’t know you had anymore, panic and pain driving your body. 

“Maybe he stepped outside. Let me—” 

Kang stopped abruptly when the sound of liquid splashed on the floor. There wasn’t much of it, and it was a similar sound to when you had a mug of tea filled too full and some slid over the brim and onto the floor as you walked. Only it was coming from between your legs, so it wasn’t tea. And you weren’t holding a mug. 

“Is that…?” The colour drained from Hoseok’s face, which did nothing for your nerves. You stared wide-eyed at Kang. You needed him right now. He was a nurse. He could make sense of the situation. Had you peed yourself? It wouldn’t be the first time. 

“____, don’t panic,” Kang began calmly, “but I think you might be in labour.” 

“I can’t be.” You shook your head, adamant. Or maybe it was because you couldn’t be going into labour here. Surrounded by your family and friends and even some people you didn’t know. “I’m not due yet. My doctor said I might feel some—things but I—” 

“____, your waters have broken,” Kang interrupted. Firmer this time. 

“Oh God, not here.” You crumbled, heart starting to race ninety to the dozen.

“Sit back down,” he ordered softly, getting you back down into the chair. You felt damp between your legs and your socks felt slightly wet and gross. “Hoseok, go and find Jin – as discreetly as possible,” he added, looking around. 

Good. The last thing you wanted to do was gain attention. But for how long that would be possible, you had no idea. You were in labour in the middle of a party. 

“On it,” Hoseok nodded purposefully and disappearing. 

No sooner had he gone, Jungkook was appearing in his place. “What’s going on here?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “ ____, wanna dance?” 

“I don’t think she’s up to it right now,” Kang replied, his hand on your back. 

Jungkook’s eyes widened as he took you in, and got wider when he noticed the floor. “Oh shit. Are you having the baby?” 

“She’s in labour, yes,” Kang answered for you. 

“Where’s Jin?” 

“Hobi went to find him.” He tugged on Jungkook’s suit jacket. “Come here, crowd a little so people don’t realise what’s going on.” 

Obliging, he hid you from view, the front of his shoe in your amniotic fluid! You made a strangled noise, but he didn’t seem to care. “Are you okay?” he asked, and he sounded panicked. 

“Sort of,” you winced, moving a little because of your back. “I’m a little mortified if anything.” 

In truth, you couldn’t quite believe it was happening. Surely you would have realised earlier? And surely you should be in more pain? You mean, yes, you were in pain right now, but shouldn’t it be worse? Or maybe it just hadn’t kicked in properly yet. Oh God, the thought made you nervous. Your hand was shaking as you brought it over your mouth, breathing out slowly. 

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Jungkook insisted. “I guess Sarang wanted to be a part of the fun too.” 

You managed a smile, grateful he was trying to make a joke. “Fuck, I really hope she won’t be born right here right now.” 

“You have a good few hours yet,” Kang reassured, still rubbing your back. “Don’t worry—” 

“____!” Seokjin exclaimed, racing towards you, shoes skidding on the floor. There was nothing discreet about the father of your baby. Not that you cared right now, you just wanted him. 

You reached out for him in panic, gripping his hand as he got closer. “Seokjin, she’s coming!” 

Kang moved so Seokjin could take his seat. “This suddenly?” he asked, taking over rubbing your back. You knew what he was thinking. He’d only seen you twenty minutes ago. His eyes were wide, his breathing coming out in loud puffs. 

“My back’s been aching more than usual today,” you started babbling. “I didn’t realise at first, I just thought it was—” You stopped when you felt another tightening sensation and looked up at Kang. “Are these contractions?” 

He nodded. “You’ve probably been in latent labour for a few hours.” 

Seokjin let out a shaky sigh. “We need to get to the birthing centre.” 

“Call first,” Kang advised. “You might get there just to be sent home otherwise.” 

“But she’s in labour!” Jungkook cried, then immediately clamped is jaw shut. Kang looked around but there was no one near your corner. Most people were on the dancefloor or outside. 

“Let’s go somewhere quieter at least,” Seokjin said, stroking some of your hair. “Yeah?” he murmured, kissing your cheek. 

You nodded, thankful. You didn’t want to be inside here one second longer. “Where are our parents?” 

“They’re all sat in the gazebo. Jiu’s running around like Road Runner out there. She’s even tiring Taeoh out.” 

Despite the situation, that got a laugh out of you. Jiu was getting confident on her tiny, little feet now. She was turning into a terror. 

“I’ll go let them know. You go,” Hoseok said. 

Seokjin smiled. “Thanks, Hobi.” He helped you up carefully. “Come on, let’s get you in the car. I’ll call the centre from there.” Leaning on him, he kissed your temple. “You’re okay,” he murmured.

“I’m okay,” you confirmed, psyching yourself up more than anything. You could do this. You had this. 

Kang stayed behind to wait for Hoseok while Jungkook followed you both as you tried to make a quick and undiscovered exit. You made it out the room successfully before you remembered something – no wait, someone. You clutched Seokjin’s arm. “Wait, where’s Yuna? I need her.” You needed your best friend. 

Jungkook looked back into the party. “I’ll go find her.” 

It was cold outside, but it was nice. You felt as if you’d been boiling up inside. You sat in the passenger’s seat of Seokjin’s car with the door open as he crouched in front of you, stroking up and down your thighs. 

“____! Oh my God,” Yuna cried, bursting out of the building, Jimin and Kang at her heels. The latter had your coat. 

“Yuna, a bit quieter,” Seokjin hissed, standing up. 

“Sorry,” she panted, her handbag gripped in her fingers. “Oh my God.” She got down low on the floor, replacing Seokjin. “Glob is coming!”

“I’m aware.” You felt another twinge—no, contraction—and held yourself rigid. 

She fussed over you a minute while Seokjin paced behind her. Jimin and Kang were talking quietly among themselves. “Did your waters break?” she asked. They didn’t for some, and you’d both been wondering if it would happen for you. 

“Yes. Oh shit, the floor!” Your neck snapped up and you stared over at Kang. 

“Jungkook asked someone for a mop and bucket, don’t worry. He said it was champagne.” 

Before you could squawk in horror – although, you had to admit that was very sweet of him to do that for you to avoid mortification – Seokjin’s phone started ringing. As he moved closer to you, you heard his mom’s frantic voice, but couldn’t make anything out. 

“It’s fine, mom. Everything’s fine,” Seokjin told her evenly, shooting calmness through your veins. If he could stay in one piece, so could you. Maybe. 

“I’m going to call the centre to see if we can check in. I’ll call you when I know more, all right?” His mother responded with something and he chuckled. “I will, don’t worry… Tell Minsoo and Yeonja she’s doing okay, please… Thank you. I better go. Bye.” 

Seokjin immediately got up the contact for the birth centre but made sure to check on you before he hit call, even as Yuna buzzed between you both. You squeezed his hand, trying to stay calm despite everything. The time had finally come, you were going to have your baby.  

Written 2022 - 2023. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2023

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PLANNING THE PERFECT FAMILY PHOTOGRAPHY SHOOT

/ Guide / By sogunde

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Key Takeaway: Planning a family photography shoot doesn’t have to be daunting. From choosing the right outfits to picking the perfect location, this comprehensive guide ensures a smooth, enjoyable experience resulting in photos that are memorable for you and your family.

I. Preparation: The Foundation of a Great Shoot

Before diving into the actual shoot, preparation is key. This stage sets the tone for how smoothly the day will go and how natural your photos will look.

1. Outfit Coordination

Deciding what to wear can be a challenge, but it’s also an opportunity to express your family’s style. Coordination is essential – think complementary colors and themes, not necessarily identical outfits. For more tips on outfit choices, check out this insightful guide to planning family photos.

2. Location Scouting

The location of your shoot can add a significant dimension to your photos, these could be places that holds special meaning to your family or simply a beautiful scenic spot. The right location can elevate your family portraits. Consider the advice from Digital Photography School on choosing a location that complements your family’s personality.

3. Scheduling Considerations

Timing is everything. If you have young children, consider their routines. Well-rested and fed kids are happier, making for more natural images. The time of day also affects lighting – late afternoon or early morning light can provide a soft, flattering glow, especially if the shoot happens during the golden hour (the setting of the sun).

II. The Day of the Shoot: Creating a Relaxed Atmosphere

1. Keeping it Light and Fun

Family photoshoots should be enjoyable experiences. Shootproof offers great advice on keeping the mood light and stress-free. Play games, tell jokes, or bring a favorite family pet along to help everyone relax and bring out genuine expressions, especially smiles.

2. Trusting Your Photographer

You’ve chosen your photographer for a reason. Trust their expertise, especially when it comes to posing and capturing the best moments. Iris and Lace Photography provides excellent insights into working with your photographer for the best results.

3. Embracing the Unplanned

Not everything will go according to plan – and that’s okay! Sometimes the best shots are the unplanned ones. Embrace the spontaneous moments; after all, they often reflect your family’s true spirit.

III. Post-Photography: Choosing the Perfect Shots

IV. Capturing the Moment: Making the Most of Your Shoot

The day of the shoot is where all your preparation comes to life. Here are some essential tips to ensure everything goes smoothly and you capture those perfect moments.

1. Communicate with Your Photographer

A good rapport with your photographer is crucial. Discuss your expectations, any specific shots you want, and listen to their suggestions. Photographers are not just camera operators; they are artists who can tell your family’s story. For insights on working with photographers, explore Expert Photography’s complete guide to family photography.

2. Incorporate Activities

Keep things dynamic. Engage in activities that your family enjoys – be it playing a board game, having a picnic, or just walking hand in hand. Activities help capture natural, candid moments, making for dynamic and authentic photos.

3. Posing Hacks for Natural Photos

Gone are the days of stiff, formal posing. Instead, opt for natural, comfortable poses that reflect your family’s personality. For creative posing ideas, check out these family portrait posing hacks.

V. The Little Details: Adding Depth to Your Portraits

The devil is in the details, they say, and it’s no different for photography. Small touches can significantly enhance or take away from the quality of your photos.

1. Props and Accessories

Props should add to the photo, not distract from it. Choose items that are meaningful to your family, like a cherished heirloom, a favorite toy, or even a family pet. These elements can add depth and a sense of story to your portraits. They can also prevent the images from being boring.

2. Focus on Expressions

Encourage natural expressions. Genuine smiles, hearty laughs, and tender glances add a layer of intimacy to your photos. Sometimes, a shared look or a spontaneous reaction can make for the most memorable shot, forced smiles are all too obvious in images.

3. Mind the Background

While the focus is on your family, don’t neglect the background. A cluttered or distracting background can take away from the photo. Choose a background that complements the mood but doesn’t overpower the subjects.

Remember, a family photo shoot is an opportunity to capture your family’s unique story at this moment in time. With the right approach, these photographs will become timeless treasures, cherished for generations.

VI. Selecting the Perfect Shots: A Treasure for Years to Come

After your photo shoot, it’s time to choose the pictures that will grace your walls and albums. This part can be as exciting as the shoot itself!

1. Look for Emotional Impact

When reviewing your photos, pay attention to the ones that stir emotions. It could be a candid laugh, a thoughtful gaze, or even a playful scuffle among siblings.

2. Quality Over Quantity

Don’t feel compelled to keep every single photo. Focus on quality. A few impactful shots are better than dozens of mediocre ones. Remember, these photographs might be the ones your grandchildren will look at one day.

3. Involve the Family

VII. Preserving Your Memories: Beyond the Digital World

In our digital age, it’s easy to leave photos in the digital realm (i.e. computer hard drives), but printed photographs have a charm of their own. Make it a habit to print and frame at least one of your favourite images from your photoshoot.

1. Think About Presentation

Whether it’s canvas prints, framed works, or a custom photo album, think about how you want to display your photos. These are not just pictures; they are pieces of art that represent your family.

2. Share Your Story

Don’t keep your beautiful portraits to yourself. Share them with friends and family. They make for perfect gifts and are a wonderful way to keep distant relatives connected. Social media is also a common way in which people share images with friends and family.

3. Backup Digitally

While printing is important, so is digital backup. Store your photos on a cloud service or an external hard drive. This ensures that these precious memories are safeguarded against time and unforeseen events.

Conclusion: Planning and executing a family photography shoot can be a fulfilling journey. From the initial preparations to choosing the final images for printing, every step is an opportunity to create and capture timeless memories. With these tips and a touch of creativity, your family portraits will be more than photos; they will be stories that encapsulate the warmth, love, and bond of your family.

Call to Action: Ready to create lasting family memories? Visit Papishe Studios to book your family photography session and capture moments you’ll cherish forever.

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If I let you go - Cillian Murphy x reader

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A/N: So, I finally got this out of my soul ☺️ this is something like a parallel to The Photoshoot (but with a twist) you’ll find another note in the end from me 😉 because I don’t want to ruin the fun for you! Also if you don’t follow that story don’t worry it’s nothing related

✨ The beginning of the story it’s like “present time” then you will find a flashback to their story -don’t worry I marked where it starts and where it ends everything in italics- and the last part is back to present time following right before where the flashback started.

I used the If I let you go song by Westlife for inspiration (this live version is amazing!)

On that Sunday morning you couldn’t believe the pregnancy test over the counter came back as positive.

This couldn’t be happening!

Rushing to the clinic that a friend of yours owned, you asked her to run the ultrasound as soon as possible to confirm it.

Eleven weeks and a half, she had announced.

You had only been with Cillian officially for a month, met him the previous one, Mar made you go date after date for two weeks before that.

But now something bigger than you was growing inside your belly.

You heard the heartbeat!

Your plans, your dreams, everything became less important now, you were carrying a new life inside of you regardless of the situation and circumstances.

It took you some time to process the news, staying in complete silence, your friend offered a comforting hand when you needed it the most. You even had a some wine during the dates! Not knowing you were pregnant, how irresponsible! Even though your friend and now gynecologist too assured you the baby was healthy and perfect, you had a million questions, you never skipped your period, how would you tell your parents?

She scheduled another appointment in a couple of days to run more tests and give you important indications given the unplanned pregnancy.

But you drove back home with only one thing in mind.

How would you tell Cillian?

First you ignored his call as you arrived, then his messages asking if you wanted to have lunch at his place, then Marissa’s messages started clogging your phone asking if you were alright and that Cillian called her to see if she knew anything, it was almost noon now.

Ignoring both, you went to take a warm bath, trying to let the news sink in, checking yourself in the mirror your hands moved down to your still flat stomach. You were carrying a baby in there!

George and you broke up in bad terms, hurting each other so much, love was no longer a priority, but you always knew you wanted to be a mother, at some point you visited a fertility clinic to ask information about sperm donors, but as Marissa heard that, she started setting you up in several dates to help you change your mind, she was convinced you would actually find someone good to have everything you wanted.

That’s when Cillian came along and changed everything you believed in.

But your relationship was only starting, you just began sleeping together, you didn’t even know his family, he had met yours once… nevertheless, you wouldn’t lie to him about the baby.

The silence of your mind and flat was interrupted by his voice calling for you from the door, knocking several times.

“I was deadly worried about you, Y/N. Thought something bad happened.”

“Well, that depends of the point of view.”

“You’re scaring me, why didn’t you answer the phone?” He looked at your pale skin, there were worried lines all over your face.

You asked him to sit down without looking into his eyes.

“I’m pregnant, Cillian.” You finally blurted out, terrified of his reaction. “And it’s obviously not yours because we just started sleeping together this weekend.”

There, you said it after he asked you why you weren’t answering his calls or messages, thinking he did something wrong or disrespected you over the first night you spent together.

It was your ex-boyfriend’s baby, after being together for six years, that relationship could only end up in a breakup, and it was better late than ever.

But just as you decided to start officially a relationship with Cillian after weeks of dating, you bought a pregnancy test at the pharmacy that morning. And the result of it would probably change everything between you.

***

(Flashback)

“You didn’t have to go into all this trouble just to get me another date.”

“No trouble at all, it’s a shame you felt bad in the middle of my birthday celebration last week, you would’ve met him there, he arrived just after you left.” Mar stormed into your walk in closet as if it was hers.

“In case you didn’t notice, there was a hit of sarcasm.”

She ignored you completely on purpose, focused on helping you get ready for the date in which she set you up.

“Just meet him, smile a little bit, have a chat… it’s not so hard Y/N.” Marissa, your best friend pleaded while walking back with a couple of options for you to wear.

“That’s what you said in the last eight times you set me up with someone, you’ve a terrible taste in men.” In the men she introduced you to at least, because Ian, her boyfriend was the perfect match for her.

“This one is different, I promise you.”

Checking over your shoes, she picked some nude stilettos.

“Hmm.”

“A little cheering would make you seem more attractive you know?”

Sighting, you decided to do your own make up, if you let your friend do it, she would hang a for sale sign around your neck. And besides, your tastes were so different.

“I could write a book of all the terrible and ridiculous stories I’ve heard from all your candidates, you know what, Mar?” You started to change your clothes into the ones she picked. “I could actually make a lot of money if I ever decide to write a book with advice for women going out on set up dates by their best friends with the most pathetic men out there.”

“It was only one mistake, you’re exaggerating things.”

“Hugh called his mother to ask what he should have for dinner!” You stated. “Should I also remind you that Paul was a complete knob and rude to the poor waitress?”

“Paul was going through a rough day.”

The list could go on. “And what about-”

Marissa interrupted you. “Alright, I get it you don’t have to rub it in my face. I was just trying to help you see the fishes in the sea.”

“What if I’m allergic to sea food?”

“Stop! Just go to this freaking date.” She was losing her patience.

“Jesus, calm down…” You looked at her through the mirror.

“I promise you this is the perfect match for you.”

“You shouldn’t try so hard, I probably have a bad-luck spell on love.” Or very high expectations for the matter.

Marissa preferred to call you picky. Nevertheless, she drove you to the pub you chose and left chirping excitedly wishing you to have fun. Telling your name, you were guided to a booth close to the wall, not a lot of people around.

Trying to not create high expectations about this date, you decided to ask the only question that really mattered.

“Is he a good man?”

The smile she gave you, sent shivers down your spine.

***

“Y/N?” The man asked getting up to greet you.

The first thing you noticed was his smile, the corners of his lips lifting up.

It was inviting and warm, making you feel at home instantly.

“Yes.” You nodded smiling back.

“Marissa has been talking a lot about you, I’m Cillian.”

Mentally, you thanked your best friend for encouraging you to use your favorite perfume, because you noticed the little instant when he took a deep breath while kissing your cheek.

“She’s been talking about you as well.”

“Only the good things, I hope.” The smile reached his eyes and he asked what you wanted to drink.

The night went surprisingly smooth, you had an incredible endless chat, never stopping because of weird moments of silence, all the contrary, you easily engaged over one topic and another, he was such an interesting man and listened to you intensely, he was really engaged in conversation.

You both agreed on even asking for some appetizers to share.

You learned he had divorced a couple of years ago, no unnecessary drama, no kids, no hard feelings and he listened to you when you told him about your recent breakup after a very long relationship.

“Before the night ends, would it be okay if I want to see you again, Y/N?”

You played with your hair a little in a nervous reaction.

“I’d like that.” You couldn’t stop the words, you were captivated by him, the rest of the world disappeared.

He was equally into you, grateful that you had a light character, he was lost in your eyes and smile.

“Where have you been all this time?” He asked while his thumb toyed around his glass.

“Making bad decisions.” You chuckled a little.

He gave you again that smile. “I hope this isn’t cataloged as a bad one.”

“No, I’ll actually thank Mar for this.”

“I’m curious, why did you choose this pub?” He leaned forward as if waiting for you to share a secret.

“Well, Mar has been setting me up in several da-thons, you know for date and marath-”

He laughed and clapped at your made-up word. “I got it.” Slowly, he ran his fingers through his locks.

“And I don’t feel comfortable when I try to split the bill for the food and the guy doesn’t want to, also the waitress just keeps coming in to interrupt the conversation, if the date goes wrong you just have a drink and go home or you stay until they turn on the lights…”

“That’s fascinating, which is actually what’s about to happen by the way.” Cillian pointed at the tables around them, the chairs were already up. “So can I call this a successful date if you didn’t ran after the first drink?”

“This is actually danger at its finest.” You had a feeling that Marissa’s matchmaker skills would no longer be necessary. “I made a lot of mistakes in the past, I’d like to take things slow this time though.”

Your legs brushed under the table. When did he place his arm on the top your chair? Behind your back.

“I’ll be a gentleman.” He gave you a small wink and looked intensely into your eyes, he was talking from the heart, you not only had caught his eye, you had his undivided attention, he wanted to know more about you.

All about you actually. “But I’m not splitting the bill for the record.” He added then.

“But-” You started to protest.

“No buts, this is not negotiable, but we can discuss it over dinner whenever you can.”

“Cillian.” You tried to reason with him once you walked out of the pub.

Lifting his hand to interrupt you again, he added: “The only thing I’m splitting with you is dessert.”

You then negotiated to buy him a coffee at least. Which he accepted as an excuse to see you in the next couple of days before you two reached the door of the pub, realizing that time went by in a blink, it was dark now, everything was so quiet. Cillian wanted to make sure you made it safe back to your place, that’s why he insisted on sharing an uber, he’d take you home first, then he would go to his.

“Marissa drove me, she wanted to make sure I wouldn’t run away.” You chuckled.

“How did you meet her?”

“In high school, we became best friends instantly, what about you?”

Even in the dark of the car, you could see him smirking. “So… she knows all the juicy secrets, I might give her call later.”

“You can’t do that!”

When he laughed, you loved the sound of it, it was a deep loud hearty laughter. “Don’t worry I won’t,” he winked again. “We met while I was filming a voice commercial, like around five years ago and we’ve made a couple of collaborations since then.”

That night he behaved like a true gentleman, he wanted to respect your own time and pace and you felt incredibly grateful for that.

But also you were feeling a bit flirty so you placed our hands on his shoulders and kissed him goodbye right in the corner of his lips.

No on his cheek, not fully on the mouth, just a little tease.

“You better go inside if you want me to take this slow.” He warned you in a whisper.

***

The following day you went out with him for the coffee you promised and again, the two of you shared the most fascinating talk; you learning more about his career, he about yours. It felt like catching up with a long-time friend, but you keep noticing the way his eyes moved down to your lips every now and then.

Your friend called at least ten times already, she wanted to know everything about your date and she even called Cillian as well, both of you decided to ignore the messages and calls, but you could picture Mar stomping her foot and pacing around the room going crazy to hear everything about the date. She was probably outside your place now.

Walking with you to your car, Cillian smiled pleased with himself, you already said yes to join him to the Radiohead concert next weekend.

“What? Is Mar bombarding you with messages again?”

“Nothing.” But he kept smiling.

In response you arched your eyebrow, you needed to leave or you would be late.

“Well… see you on Saturday.” As you moved to kiss him goodbye, he surprised you by turning his head to his right and instead of kissing his cheek, your lips ended up pressing together for an instant.

It was just a peck, but you when you saw him smiling the way he did, you knew he moved his head on purpose!

“It was my turn to leave you wanting for more.” And with that, he walked away.

Texting back and forth, long calls once you arrived home and between breaks from work quickly became a regular in the course of the following days.

You could still feel Cillian’s lips against yours.

After the concert, there was another date and another one, a walk around the park with his dog, a quick trip to get your computer to the repair store because you dropped water over it, the two of you spend a lot of time together, teasing each other, Marissa demanded a detailed summary of each date and even suggested a double date to celebrate, which you politely delayed for some weeks. Sometimes she seemed more excited about it than you, but you knew that was her personality.

Cillian had taken seriously your request to take things slowly, he didn’t demand anything, never tried to push you to do something, but there was a point when in the middle of a random conversation you noticed he wasn’t paying attention at all.

“So it’s okay if I do that?” You tried him.

“Hmm.” He nodded and you didn’t even say anything specific.

“Am I boring you?”

He snapped out immediately from dreamland, he had been fantasying about your lips for a while.

“What? No! Sorry I was just miles away.” He suddenly looked away from you.

“Is everything alright?”

Cillian pouted. “I was just thinking how it’s been great getting to know you like this, Y/N… but truth is I need more, I want to make this official.” He pointed at the space between the two of you. “And we can take this as slow as you want, but I want to know that we’re both willing to do anything to give this a try.” He took the glass of wine from your hand and went back to look into your eyes. “I don’t want to you to feel any pressure, but-”

“I want the same thing, Cillian.” You confirmed him, taking his hand. “And I also want to thank you for following my pace and-”

But he stopped your words as he held your head and brought his lips to yours in a proper kiss, then dropping feather-like kisses all over your face you felt happier than ever.

Pulling away after a while you couldn’t stop the smile decorating your face, both were unable to find the right words so you let your lips do the talking and pulled him close for another one.

***

For some weeks he kept his promise to respect your time, until one night you finally gave in into the desire that had been building since the beginning.

After having diner in his place, he suggested you choose a movie, but it wasn’t really interesting and your bodies were already close, one side look turned into a smile, and the smile became a kiss, then hands started to move around, everywhere, until clothes hindered you and he ended guiding you to his bedroom. Soon you were under his body, moaning his name, feeling like you could explode from the pleasure any minute.

Enjoying every move, every touch until you couldn’t take it anymore. After reaching his own release and barely after a couple of minutes from pulling out from your body, you went again for another round.

It was a dream, finding him at the right time, at the best moment of your life.

He made you feel happy, safe, always in a cheerful mood, he made your life easier and you also loved that he was a good listener, you loved every time he showed you the new book he bought or a film that no one else would watch.

Cillian made you believe in love again.

(End of flashback)

There was a heavy silence after you told him the news of your pregnancy and that the father was George, your ex boyfriend. Oh, and why not? That you were keeping the baby.

“I know everything seems so confusing right now, but I didn’t cheat on you, I got pregnant, we broke up and then I met you, that’s the short version of the story.”

He remained in silence, his elbows resting over his knees, his face between his hands.

“I’m sorry this is happening, the last thing I want is to hurt you, but I hope you understand my priorities are different now, damn everything is different now! I’m really sorry.”

You didn’t want to let go of the best of your life, but you couldn’t ask him to stay with you either. You were pregnant with someone else’s baby after all.

“Hopefully one day, you’ll forgive me… either way I want to thank you for giving me back all the things I didn’t know I was missing.” You swallowed hard.

Cillian felt like throwing up. The blood running down his body. This wasn’t what he was expecting when he knocked on your door.

Looking at you, he only found that the words wouldn’t come out.

He needed fresh air, needed a fucking drink.

Taking his keys, he walked out without another word and you knew that was it, that was the end of your love story.

The heartache was nothing you felt before, the man of your life just slipped from you. Walking towards the couch where he previously was sitting, your wrapped your body in the blue jacket he left, it smelled like him and it was still warm. This was the hardest you had ever done in your life and you weren’t sure you could even try to forget him, because even though you had met him for a short period of time, it felt like a lifetime.

***

The following morning Scout brought him the stick he was playing with but Cillian didn’t even pay attention.

Your words had been playing in the back of his mind like a song you can’t get rid of.

But this wasn’t a song, this was life fucking up his plans. He remembered the first time he said I love you, exactly on this spot of the beach after you decided to make your relationship official, it took you a couple of days to say it back, he knew you had your own times and he had promised to not rush you into anything.

But a baby with your ex boyfriend? That was major words.

He knew he loved you, you were funny and he loved he was able to be himself around you, but raising a baby was a completely different thing.

You could have easily fool him if you wanted to, just needed to lie about the timing, but you weren’t like that, that’s why you tried to avoid him most part of the day, he could only imagine how hard it must’ve been for you to open up to him.

Should he just move on and leave you behind? A million possibilities crossed his mind.

Closing his eyes, he allowed the waves crashing down to help him free his mind from all the questions he had, but as he did it, he could only see you smiling back at him.

Was he ready to go on with his life without you in it?

Did he really want to let you go?

Day after day Time pass away And I just can't get you off my mind Nobody knows I hide it inside I keep on searching, but I can't find The courage to show to letting you know I've never felt so much love before And once again I'm thinking about Taking the easy way out But if I let you go, I will never know What my life would be holding you close to me Will I ever see you smiling back at me? (Oh yeah) how will I know if I let you go? Night after night I hear my self say Why can't this feeling just fade away? There's no one like you, you speak to my heart

Knocking desperately on your door, he was growing impatient as there was no answer. Maybe you were at work, he tried calling to your cellphone but it was turned off. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Perhaps you went to Mar’s house, he would drive there, turning around he was about to go when you opened the door.

“Cillian?”

His heart stopped beating at the sight of you; your hair was a mess, there were bags under your eyes and your forehead and cheeks were red as if you had been crying. But he didn’t care, to him you were the most beautiful person in the world.

“I’m sorry I walked out like that.” He kissed you softly on the lips. “I didn’t know what to say.” Another kiss. “Didn’t mean to upset you, I love you.” He kissed you one more time.

“But-” You were confused, your mind was foggy from your sleep after getting up early to throw up.

“Let me tell you this… I got scared at first, but I want us to fight for this, baby included.”

Your eyes went wide open. “Cillian.”

“Listen to me, from the moment I saw you, I knew we would be together and we’ll do everything the way you want to, but I want to be involved, I want to be part of this baby’s life, part of yours, if you want to, we can raise him or her together, and it’ll be alright.”

Now you were the one unable to speak, he was giving you things you didn’t even ask for.

“Are you going to raise someone else’s baby?” You voice broke a little.

“No, I’m raising my baby with you, because I love you and I will love that little one as my own.” You could see that he had been crying too. “It seems like we aren’t taking things slow after all, but that’s just part of life, no matter what, but you’re not alone Y/N.”

“Did you tell Mar yet?” He started calling her that recently after listening to you. You shook your head. “Good, then you can either tell the truth or that the baby is mine, that’s your call.”

His thumbs wiped away the tears that had been falling on your cheeks.

“Are you sure of what you’re saying?” You asked.

“Yes.” He answered in a heartbeat. “And I’m also sure that I can’t let you go.”

***

A/N2: Finally I was able to put a little ghost to rest with this one shot 😅 if you remember a while ago I gave you 3 choices for “The Photoshoot” asking if Sean was Cillian’s son or not that option included a happy blended family, but you like the drama, so I decided to not leave that beautiful idea go to waste right? So I came up with this little baby. I hope the present time and flashback wasn’t confusing for you, nevertheless if you have any questions you know where to find me!

♥️Please remember your comments and feedback feeds my soul ♥️

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Ps. I tagged all of you because you’re reading the Photoshoot and this is a little glimpse of what could have happened if we took a different route with Sean…

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︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ RANDOM HAIKYUU BOYS + A BONDING MOMENT WITH THEIR S/O !

—highlights: oikawa tooru; goshiki tsutomu; sakusa kiyoomi

—word count total: 1.4k words

—notes: fluff; characters x g/n! reader (though afab! for oikawa's with the use of "muse"); headcanons + drabble; use of petnames; a lil messy and quite long; cheesy and ooc (?)

—rimi's letter: this is my first time posting my writing so i apologize if it's sloppy aaa !! might make this hq blog take requests if it's well-received ?

OIKAWA TOORU & UNPLANNED PHOTOSHOOTS ! ༉‧₊˚.

ღ oikawa absolutely adores going on dates with you, his beloved s/o! like, 'literally swooning and bothering iwa-chan about it'-level adores. at some point in the day, his brain starts racking adorable little scenarios of you two going out wherever. you can bet he's going to act upon it and is usually the one initiating it too—oikawa is pretty persuasive when he wants to be ღ whether it's by a chirp of, "i saw this cute cafe nearby, why don't we check it out?" or a little pout of, "angel, can we go out later? i missed you" he just wants to spend time with his sweetheart in a place they'd both like! (and show the world how lucky he is being with you!) he understands if you're busy, though he makes you promise to go on a date soon. but if you agree? his heart is going overdrive from excitement (and poor iwa-chan has to deal with a hyperactive overthinking oikawa... stay strong iwa) ღ the photoshoot part of dates is completely unplanned, usually spurred by the sole instincts of oikawa to snap images. he claims he wants to capture the moment to engrave in his memory (both in his head and his poor phone's memory storage). so when you both went out to a cafe, and he sees the angle of the sun kissing your frame just so perfectly... get ready for several minutes of picture-taking

"tooru, please tell me why you refuse to let me check out the new cake display by the counter for nearly five minutes now?"

oikawa's brown eyes glanced up to look at you briefly, before returning to stare at the screen of his phone. a few seconds of silence hung until you heard a click of the phone's camera, "just one more picture angel, then i'll get you that cake" he responds in a murmur, tilting his phone vertically before groaning in frustration

you couldn't help the small smile creeping onto your lips when you see his scrunched up look and matching pout, "you seem so intent on taking that picture perfectly, 'kawa. what for?"

"because it's a shame if i don't do you justice!" his outburst is equally as frantic as he gestures, pointing to the setting sun and its warm glow, "the sun is practically shining glory onto your beauty—you look like a muse, a deity—and i'd be a fool to let this opportunity pass by just like that!"

now you wonder whether it's the sunset's rays or the blush creeping on your face that's making you heat up. but with the small gasp and immediate shutter of a phone camera, you seem to have gotten your answer

"gosh, you're still pretty even when you're blushing! my pretty angel... oh and for that five minute wait, i'll get you that cake you wanted!"

GOSHIKI TSUTOMU & HAIR-STYLING ! ༉‧₊˚.

ღ first thing's first: he got the idea of styling your hair from two separate events. the first instance was something he didn't pay too much mind: when he read some articles trying to find something cute to do with your s/o (because the baby wants to impress and swoon you). the other instance, which got his attention, was a little quip from tendou about how cute he finds hair-styling ღ goshiki had a brainrot about this, i'm not kidding. he literally looked up techniques on how to braid hair properly, he went on a shopping trip to find some cute hair accessories, he even studied and tried to find out whether a comb or a brush would be more ideal for hair-styling. tendou caught onto what goshiki's planning and acted as the push of confidence he needed. so now the baby's fired up and determined to do it and make the braid the best one you'll lay eyes on! ღ he underestimated anxiety, however, as he practically trips over his feet and jumbles over his words when faced with you. the practice he did in front of the mirror is all for naught when he finds himself mumbling and fumbling, internally scolding himself over how clumsy he now looks. but when your sweet laughter rings through his ears and you actually allowed him to play with your hair? the guy feels like ascending the heavens

the way goshiki threads through your hair is soft, almost featherlight in his touch—very difficult to believe it's the same hand you saw practice sharp and hard-hitting spikes all those months ago

you're quite surprised that he's doing a great job styling your hair. a part of you was expecting a cute attempt in what's supposedly called a "braid" but then again, it's goshiki we're talking about—your sweet, determined, soon-to-be ace boyfriend. he definitely wants to perfect this for you and you seem to have no say out

soon enough you felt your braid being secured using a purple ribbon. as he pulls back, you take in the stars in your boyfriend's eyes—in awe of how pretty you looked because of a braid he managed to perfect. pride swelled in his chest, and a tiny grin broke onto his lips,

"uwoh! I-I did it, I actually did it... I did a perfect braid..!"

giggling, you peck his cheek, "yes you did darling, you did it well. i love it!" your eyes trail to the other untouched ribbon, a sudden idea boiling in your head as your boyfriend blabbers about

you poke him, "tsu-kun?" "yes?" "how would you feel if i did the exact same braid on you?"

goshiki blinked twice before furrowing his eyebrows, "that would... wouldn't that make us have similar braids? we'd be matching—"

realization struck in the form of a blush and all he could muster is a meek and understanding "oh"

SAKUSA KIYOOMI & STAR GAZING ! ༉‧₊˚.

ღ when i tell you that you've got this man wrapped around your finger, you best believe you have him so very smitten to the point he'd try to do things he normally wouldn't—just for you. sakusa tries to be subtle about his gestures but you quickly catch onto it ღ he initially wanted to refuse the request but... it's you—and the little shine of expectancy in your eyes made it even more hard for him to say no to you. he agreed to your one-time request of star gazing under two conditions: you guys lay on a picnic blanket, and that when bugs appear, you guys get back in. (you actually prepared some umeboshi as a final tactic but it turns out you didn't need it. still, you brought some along that night) ღ sakusa actually found himself liking the experience. the tranquil blanket of night facing you both, singing slumbers to everyone under its care. a sea of stars twinkling like decorations, tracing patterns of tales waiting to be read. the atmosphere is much to his liking: just the two of you and the gentle breeze of night. and he gets to witness all of this with you, the one whom he loves so dearly. how can he not be hooked?

"omi, i really think we should've printed out that constellation chart we saw on the 'net..."

you're both laying on your backs with your eyes still focused on the sky even as you feel sakusa intertwine his palm with yours. he chuckled softly, "what makes you say that, dear?"

"we could've tried to spot some constellations! maybe there's actually one we'd see here!" "fine. the next time we do this again, i'll remind you to print it out"

all the words to your response die at your throat and you thought you're going crazy, "kiyoomi... did i hear that right?" you sat up, now looking down directly at him in bewilderment

this was one of the rare moments that sakusa didn't bother to wear his mask out. with the aid of the moon's glow, you can clearly make tell of his emotions. from the squint of his eyes, the furrowing of his eyebrows, and the small downwards curve of his lips—clear confusion is written all over his face

"did you hear what right?"

a sudden wash of hope and excitement brought about a gleeful smile on your face, "you said 'next time we do this'. omi, do you want to go star gazing with me again soon?"

this time, it was him who had to find his words, "i-... s-sure"

sakusa didn't stutter because he was caught and simply embarrassed, no. he was caught off guard over how beautiful you looked. that pure happiness and love in your eyes, a smile so bright he swears it rivals the sun (ironic considering he noticed how the moon gently drapes its light over you too)

if loving you and being with you is all that it takes for you to look at him with such raw love, then by all the stars in the sky he swears to love you forever

! mxtchalilies, 2021. copying, stealing, editing, or using this work in any way without my permission is not allowed. reblogs and shares however, are much appreciated <3

[notwhatiam]

Tumblr Questions Meme

I was tagged by @missroserose and this looked like fun. Bear in mind that it's 3am and I have two needy cats by my side, so my answers might not be entirely coherent.

How did you choose your URL?

One of the most fulfilling roles that I have ever played was Viola in Twelfth Night (not just because of the play and character, but because some of my best friends and memories came from that production). For those unfamiliar with the story, there's a moment in Act III, scene i where Olivia is hardcore flirting with Viola (who is disguised as a man). Viola tells Olivia that she thinks she is "not what she is", Olivia retorts that she thinks the same of Viola, to which Viola responds, "then think you right; I am NOT what I am." I always found that line hilarious, because ha-ha, she's actually a woman, but also because there's an element of metatheatricality to it: it's being said by an actor who is, inevitably, not what they are. Plus, ambiguous gender stuff is very fitting.

(Iago also says a similar line in Othello, but I don't have personal memories associated with that instance--yet.)

2. any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

Not... officially? I have distinct memories of making at least three other accounts, but they're either inactive now or related to specific projects, so I don't really count them as "side blogs", per se.

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

I dunno, like... six months? Not long.

4. do you have a queue tag?

No, but I definitely know what a "queue" is and what people use them for.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

I had always kind of wanted to start one, but never kept up with it. The thing that finally got me to stick around was my passing interest (ahem, complete obsession) with the Locked Tomb, and my desire to view amazing fanart and fics.

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

It was the best thing to come out of my Harrow photoshoot back in December. It was 2am, I was in full costume, and I'd been fully possessed by the spirit of a trash-making soup goblin... I mean, a soup-making trash goblin. In a moment of (completely unplanned) photographic serendipity, the picture came out EXACTLY how I picture that scene. I still kind of lose my shit every time I look at it.

7. why did you choose your header?

Because black coffee is my lifeblood, and I relate to Five Hargreeves way more than I should.

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

I can't remember off the top of my head, and I don't know how to do that thing where you link to another post in-text, but it's either my post about Tamsyn Muir writing an Eeby Deeby joke or my meme of that kid's tiger poem except it's about Alecto.

9. how many mutuals do you have?

I dunno... twelve? What's a normal amount of mutuals to have? How do you even find that information on this godforsaken website?

10. how many followers do you have?

No clue, but rest assured, it's not that many.

11. how many people do you follow?

It feels like a lot, but I'm not entirely sure.

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

If you're here, you already know the answer to that. The question is whether I've ever made a post that WASN'T shitty (and the answer is no).

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

How OFTEN? I mean, I open the app at least a few times a day, but I usually don't do much. I probably spend a half an hour to an hour on here every day, depending on how much is going on in my fandoms.

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

Not yet, but I would fight each and every one of you (*as a joke, and only about stupid shit-- please don't come for me. I WILL cry*).

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

Fuck you. Don't tell me what to do. My awful blog is mine and mine alone.

16. do you like tag games?

I like participating, but not tagging, because I don't have that many real-life friends on here and I feel awkward about tagging relative strangers.

17. do you like ask games?

Yeah. Ask me stuff.

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

"Tumblr famous" is quite relative, don't you think?

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

Romantically? No. I have some squishes, though.

20. tags?

Like I said, I don't tag people, but do it if you want.

[perksofbeingaharrie]

PICTURE THIS - part:2

FRIENDS TO LOVERS FIC 

PART 2 is OUT NOW

The response to Part 1 has been so so nice! Thank you to everyone who is reading and appreciating. Here’s part 2 as promised!

The series takes on the angst part soon soon soon. GGAAHHH IM EXCITED. 

Look out for my works and like, reblog and comment plentiful!! Thank you so much. 

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

PICTURE THIS - part:2

© perksofbeingaharrie

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The tour of her life had only begun. But Harry Styles was on and off for his world tour.

With dates so close and bound, it was impossible that even a day of hers would go without setting up her camera, buying hundreds of SD cards from around the world and uploading, deleting and saving the best of the captured moments.

His day almost always coincided with hers. While he practiced, she clicked his pictures. When he lounged and relaxed, she came around with her soothing voice to indulge him in good thoughts. And when he performed, she looked up at him on stage with the biggest smile on her face.

All in all, there was never a moment when they were without one another. It was sometimes that he took the lead and sometimes her.

And when they were on breaks, he called her over for some personal, unplanned photoshoots. No extravagant lighting, no photoshop and no extra people. Just him and her and her camera.

She would dress him up, he would dress into his best. He would casually hang by the balcony, or his bed or by the kitchen, giggling, laughing out loud, sombre, dramatic and she would gladly click his beautiful face.

There was no barriers to when he was with her. She would ask him to strip down to his boxers and he would do so, of course with a little jest here and there but never with an intention.

She indulged in the comfort and casualness he exhibited when with her. It was almost so natural and she would do certain things in the flow of it like kiss him on the cheeks or stare at him for too long and it would never feel too weird. He was just so simple.

Harry couldn’t think of anything but breathe when around her. Breathe an amount full of hope, trust and honesty and exhale comfortably. She built this blanket around them, separating their world and the outside and for the few moments they were really together, Harry didn’t feel the need to fret or hesitate but just let go.

One day, while one of their photoshoots, he expressed one of his deepest desires.

“I want to try some makeup.”

She looked up from the floor where she had her bag wide open and camera ready to be pulled out.

His heart skipped a beat looking at her seem so alarmed at his proposal. He bit his lower lips and breathed too loud, scratching the back of his neck.

“Uh, um, like you know just for the pictures. Ju-Just to see if they look good…or-uh-“

“Sure.” Was all she said and then went back to setting up her tools.

He felt unsure but walked away anyway to change out of his usual clothes. When he returned, she is standing before the set up but not just with her camera, but with a small glittery pouch.

“This is all I could bring around for the tour. You see, I am not a big make-up fan.” She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners delicately. Harry swore he saw a halo over her head.

He chuckled back at her, shaking his head. “I guess we can begin with what we have?”

She nodded, gesturing grandly to the chair she set and he jogs his way to there. Down on the chair, he turned his face up and stared at her as she situated herself in front of him, nabbing her knees against his. With his legs now open, she slid in between them to begin her work.

“I’ll buy you some nice make-up too. We’ll need the foundation that is to your shade and I have too much nude shades – I think I’ll look up some peach and pinks for your skin to-“

“This isn’t weird, is it?”

She stopped midway in her work and looked down at him with assuring eyes. “There is nothing more beautiful than when you are this open to yourself, Harry.”

He gave a shy smile. “Thank you.”

“No,” She slid the first stroke of her brush against his cheek. “Thank you.”

And so he closed his eyes and let her do her magic. The results came out even better because somewhere her presence and her assurance made his heart smile from within.

This was all about her. The comfort and love of her was so uplifting to Harry in so many ways. He had been insecure before, his past friendships or relationships could never fathom to the kind of acceptance and acknowledgement he got from her. The way she talked, the way she shared and the way she acted – everything meant so much to him.

He liked her. Oh, he liked her so so much.

He thought about kissing her so many times.

But he just won’t. He never wanted to take this step to ruin what was already here for him.

Friends don’t talk for ages but they never forget you. Lovers don’t talk for some time and worlds are falling down. He cannot dare to commit to something now. He cannot wish to ruin what is here right in front of him now.

He hasn’t been the best when it comes to relationships. It is also been them at times, but he also admits it has been him at many many instances. He grows anxious over the thought to committing to someone and then hurting bad. He hates to even think that they get involved and it just does not work out.

Some people are just meant to fill in your life as friends. Best friends. They cannot be your lover.  

And so, he never commits.

--

“Harry!” She half whispers, half squeals.

They have been running for some time now. Further and further into the backdoors of the arena, Harry does not stop at all. He has his hand clasped around her wrist and she is having a hard time catching up thanks to his long legs taking twice as much as her steps.

“What the he-“

They finally pull into his make-up room. She is pushed in and he shuts the door behind them, panting with his back against it.

“The concert starts in 5 minutes, you!” She reminds him again, this time sterner.

He only laughs. She shakes her head at him, supressing the chuckle she herself feels coming up. Her heart has forgotten to feel weak since with him. Every day, every moment, it’s beating against her bones like it is the most excited child around the town and she is now used to this exhilarating feeling.

“I know, I know.” Harry reaches into the inside of his jacket’s pocket and pulls out a small whiskey bottle. Her eyes widen.

“Smuggled it from the VIP guests menu. I am not allowed to be taking this hard before the concert.” He uncaps the bottle giddily.

“And, what? I am your accomplice in this?” She tuts, crossing her arms over her chest.

He takes the first gulp, cringing at the burning taste travelling down his throat. “Yes.” He says to her, pushing the bottle towards her.

She shakes her head, but nevertheless, accepts the bottle. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.”

“Don’t lie. You love this.” He walks behind her and leans back against the make-up dresser, ruffling his set hair.

“Geez.” She takes a sip, too big for her own liking and walks back to him to stand beside him.

He takes another sip and sets the bottle on the dresser. “Also, also.” He turns around, rummaging through the first drawer and pulls out a small palate of highlighter. “Put this on me?”

She smiles and takes the palate from him. Standing close to his leaning body, she applies some of the highlighter on the pad of her fingers and brings it close to his high cheekbones.

“You’re already so golden, Harry. What do you need more glitter for?”

He chuckles underneath her, eyes shut close as her fingers glide against his skin. “Even I realize this isn’t really needed. Just wanted this as a good luck from you.”

“I am always looking out for you.” She says, a smile in her voice.

He nods and opens his eyes, turning around to look at himself in the mirror. “Not bad.”

The door opens then and the production manager of the arena staggers in breathlessly. “Harry, Harry-“

“This is Dave, the production manager around here.” He turns to her. “And Dave, this is Y/N, photographer for the tour.”

Dave gives a courtesy smile and turns to Harry back again with panicking eyes. “The concert’s about to begin. Everyone’s going crazy looking for you!”

Harry sighs and turns to the mirror again. “I’m ready, I’m ready.” He brushes his hair again, admiring how the highlighter on his cheeks looks under the vanity lights.

She is ready with an encouraging smile when he turns and with one last wink to her, he is rushing out.

--

Jeff slings his arm around Harry, who is now changed out of his outfit into some comfortable joggers and shirt after the concert and they are headed back to their hotel.

“Can’t believe we’ll be leaving America soon.” He sighs. “We’ve played double the amount of events this time but it still feels like it’s coming to an end this soon.”

“I know right.” Harry agrees, sliding his arm around his waist.

“By the way,” He continues. “Have you seen Y/N? I haven’t been able to grab a hold of her since I came back from changing.”

Jeff nods. “Yeah, I saw her leave with the production manager of ours – what’s his name..”

“She left with Dave?” Harry stops mid-walking, turning to Jeff with a confused look on his face.

“Yeah. She told me they were going out for a drink.” Jeff shakes his head. “I completely forget – she told me to tell you this.”

“Tell me what?”

“This – that she is going out for drinks with Dave.”

“Oh, okay.” Harry sighs, returning from a daze he cannot even remember what for. “Well, she didn’t have to…”

They are walking again.

“Yeah, right. The girl’s having a good time. I am happy for her.” Jeff chuckles to himself.

Harry deems no reply. “I don’t understand though. We were supposed to meet up for our customary drinking post-concert…” He says more to himself.

“Why don’t you join us tonight then?” Jeff places a persuading hand on Harry’s shoulder. “It’s been a while.”

Harry opens his mouth and then closes it, thinking for a bit. She is out having her time and Harry does not want her or even him to feel the pressure that they depend on each other too much.

“Yeah, of course. I don’t want to feel lonely anyway.”

Jeff shakes his head, taking lead. “Oh, you with your shit again – c’mon let’s be quick then if we wanna catch up with the others.”

And Harry just realizes how much he is going to miss her tonight.

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MASTERLIST   o   PART 1   o  PART 3  o  PART 4

PART 3 will be out tomorrow!

[natsora]

Quarantine Reading material

Thank you so much for tagging me @ooachilliaoo! I can’t choose either so here’s basically a masterlist. 

I write exclusively for the Mass Effect, Mass Effect Andromeda and Dragon Age Inquisition fandom. So here are my fics.

Trials of Ryder: Sara Ryder / Jaal ama Darav

The Archon Arc - The Tempest crew unite the cluster to take down the Archon

The Cetus Arc - Post Game, shit doesn’t stop happening.

Chasing the Daylight - Sara Ryder’s childhood and why she enlisted

Breakable - Set between Chapter 53 and 54 of the Cetus Arc

Forward - Not-poetry of Sara Ryder’s journey

The Persephone Arc - Before being the Pathfinder, Sara Ryder was merely a lowly corporal of the Alliance. She was already ear-marked for greatness.

Hidden Inside the Jewelled Cup - A return to Kadara turns sour for Ryder as she wraps herself around the toilet bowl throwing up her guts. It’s just something she ate right? Oh fuck, that’s blood.

The Lost Daughter: Riley Shepard, N7 soldier, Spectre.

Accident, On Purpose - Shepard meets Liara and Garrus before ME1

Photoshoot - Hero of the Blitz, star of Alliance recruitment posters, hates having her photo taken.

The Lost Childhood - Shepard isn’t always Shepard, this is her origin story.

One Wrong Move - Sometimes it’s harder to watch the one Liara loves suffer than suffering herself.

Red On Green - How Shepard got her signature red hair.

Unplanned Extraction - Set Post ME1, Shepard got bored.

Elements of Ryder: Seokanori’s Sara Ryder / Harry Carlyle

Fire and Ice - She just lost her father and now her other constant is quitting the ship.

Returning Ghosts - Ghosts from her past had returned to haunt. Fear never tasted so bitter.

Deadly Star - A bet, an order and an interview.

Growing Up - Sara Ryder is young, impulsive and completely reckless, or so Harry Carlyle thought. When a party is crashed by the Roekaar, Sara Ryder morphs right before his eyes, forcing him to reevaluate everything he knew. Maybe Harry Carlyle never truly knew Sara Ryder after all?

Raining in Eos - She picked Vidal over Kelly. Actions always have consequences

Splintered Minds - A trust broken, a relationship sundered

Special Delivery - Ryder is about to pop.

Echoes of the Future: Naeviss’ Athena Ryder / Jaal Ama Darav

The Persistence of Memory - Athena learns about her sister’s disappearance from the last person she expects

A Second before Awakening - Intel in hand, Athena seeks her sister, dead or alive.

Inner Demons - Ryder suggests a break but just as Jaal relaxes, old enemies come knocking. This time they are gunning for his siblings.

Dragons She Bears: Nat Trevelyan / Sera

All The Wrong Ways - Solas asks for a favour, Trevelyan obliges only to be abandon when she needed him most.

Paper Hearts and Pointy Things - Most would welcome letters from home but not Trevelyan. A letter from family brings memories past to the surface and when she breaks, Sera is there to pick her up again.

The Sword and The Scabbard : Lexington Trevelyan / Cassandra Pentaghast

The Herald’s Handler - The Herald is hurt after an encounter with the infamous Hinterland bears. Cassandra takes pity and patches her up.

Enough - The Herald is different after Redcliffe. Fear haunts her, nightmares dogs her. When Cassandra figures out why, she can’t leave the Herald alone to deal with it.

Promise - Lexington Trevelyan has given everything to the Inquisition, including her dominant arm. What else is there to give if nothing is left?

Never Walk Alone - Closing the breach is supposed to be the hardest thing Trev had to do. But when a strange boy arrives with a warning, an army of Red Templars and the Elder One on his heels, Trev is faced with the hardest choice of all.

The Darkest Night - Corypheus is defeated, the Qunari threat is eliminated, the Inquisition is over. Rest is what Trev is promised, what she needs. So she retreats from the politics and fighting, to recover in body and mind, with Cassandra by her side. But no good deed goes unpunished. And Trev is owed.

Let Me Carry Your Burden - Paperwork is the worst thing ever invented according to Trev. But when a routine expedition to the Hinterlands, to break the tedium of paperworks turns sour, she revises that sentiment. Dragons. Dragons are the worst thing ever created by the Maker.

Andromeda’s Skye: Skye Ryder / Evfra de Tershaav

Falling, Intentionally - A special guest joins the Tempest crew for a mission and things goes horribly wrong.

Irreplaceable - Three months after Falling Intentionally, Evfra was ready to take things to the next step when tragedy struck.

The Sky Comes Down - It took a miracle to get Evfra’s and Ryder’s schedule to match up. Of course, disaster has to strike. Shore leave on Havarl is rudely interrupted when Old Pelavv explodes in the middle of a rather steamy situation. The Leader of the Resistance and the Pathfinder never rest, not even during shore leave.

The Misfortunes of Reyes Vidal: ArtsyBlacksheep’s Kate Ryder / Reyes Vidal.

The Replacement - One person’s treasure is another’s trash.

Drinking Woes - Ryder was upset. She did the only thing she was told would work, to drink her sorrows away.

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend - Ryder is hot, sweaty and irritable when she is inevitably kidnapped.

The Fart Bomb Incident - One bad smell leads to a poisoning and ends with a disaster for everyone involved.

To Be Somebody - A party, the Pathfinder on his arm, some danger, a bottle of whiskey. Ingredients to a wonderful night out, or so Reyes thought.

Rowan’s Eagle: Rowan Ryder / Vetra Nyx

Dark Star, Bright Star - A meeting of two strangers at Dark Star Lounge. A spark of friendship, a flare of something more. How does one find another in a whole new cluster?

Broken - What does Ryder do during shore leave? Spending quality time with her girlfriend Vetra? Check. But only in all the wrong ways. A trip out into the Eos desert gone horribly wrong.

One shot:

Face it Bravely, Ursula Ryder / Vetra Nyx (Gift fic)

Trouble Boredom Brings, Emma Ryder / Jaal Ama Darav (Gift fic)

Pictures on the Wall, Jane Shepard / Ashley Williams (Reverse MEBB Fic)

In You I Found A Rhyme, Sara Ryder / Jaal Ama Darav (Gift fic)

[mrsbhandari]

Don’t Fear the Reaper

A/N: Hello!! I hope you all are staying safe and hydrated and well fed. I know that I haven’t updated AaF in like....a hot minute because I’ve been writing a lot of Haikyuu stuff recently, so I hope this kind of makes it better. I might write a more nsfw part two for this later, but rn this is just a lil one-shot of my fave couple chilling at a sideshow. Also, if you couldn't tell, I listened to Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult while writing this because of the Death refs in this, so I hope that makes a lil bit of sense and that you like it!!

Word Count: 1,538

Warnings: language, nonconsensual groping (but nothing explicit), slight reference to nsfw thoughts, making out

Summary: Colt brings Roze with him on a race. 

Tag list: 

@omgjasminesimone, @edgiestwinter, @bucketofsoup, @donutsgirl36, @desireepow-1986, @lovehugsandcandy, @troublemakerinspace, @client-327

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The two men were sizing each other up, nose to nose, chest to chest, while Roze looked on helplessly. She knew that if she tried to get in between them, things wouldn’t end up well but at the same time, Colt was going to cause his own destruction if he continued being this reckless at every sideshow they went to. It started with a less-than-innocent foreign hand on her ass that escalated into Colt throwing a guy--Alex? Alan?--into the hood of a nearby car, fully prepared for a fight. Roze yelled to her boyfriend that it really wasn’t the biggest deal and they could just leave, but Colt tasted blood and wanted more.

“How about you race me, then?” Alex/Alan snarled, spit catching on his opponent’s lip. “Whoever wins gets the bitch.” Roze watched as Colt’s hands curled into fists at his side, ready to knock this guy out with one swing. He never did take well to any other man even looking at you; having one call you something anything other than your name brought his blood to a boil. 

“I--Fine.” Colt’s eyes glanced to yours, a nervous look on his face as he considered the stakes. You knew it was all for show. Walking over to Colt messing with his bike, Roze set a hand on his shoulder, feeling the warmth from his body radiating through the leather. 

“You sure about this?” She never really doubted him, but this track would be tricky with a motorcycle. She always worried about what happened when he was out on the road at one of these races because there was just too much that could go wrong.

“I gotta defend your honor, right? I need to be your knight riding in on my white steed.” He sent her a confident, playful smile that melted her heart, telling her everything would be alright in the end. She almost believed it.

“More like Death on his pale horse.”

“Oh, you’re right. That sounds way cooler.” 

“It’s not meant to--Fuck it, whatever.” She rolled her eyes, immense sadness filling them as he threw his leg over his bike, easily straddling it and sitting comfortably. She always loved how he looked on his bike; she thought he looked like he could be on the cover of a magazine, but she knew that this wasn’t a photoshoot. This was a possible deathwish. He saw how she was looking at her and gently grabbed her chin in his hand. He was wearing fingerless riding gloves and the leather was comforting against her skin. Roze always asked what purpose they served, to which Colt would always respond: “I look badass, Roze."

“How about you come with?” he offered, tenderly stroking her skin with his thumb. 

“You’re not worried about the race?”

“Nope, although even Death needs his good luck charms, and I think having a hot girl clinging to me while I beat this punk’s ass is as good as I can get.” Roze snorted at the shit-eating smile that slithered its way onto his face. She leaned down to press a heated kiss to his lips, effectively wiping the smirk off his face. “Mm, luck is already working.”

“Hey, sexy! Do I get the same treatment?” Alex/Alan bellowed from where he was seated in his car. In a moment of unplanned routine, both Colt and Roze made matching gestures of ill will toward him, causing the racer to laugh loudly and return the favor. “You’re right, I’ll have plenty of time for that tonight when I take your bitch to bed. Oh, I’m gonna make some sweet, sweet--”

He was quickly shut up by the sight of Roze grabbing Colt’s face and pressing it to hers with open-mouthed kisses, hands closing around anything she could to pull him closer. She threw her leg around the motorcycle in front of Colt, facing him so they could continue kissing in the closest possible position. After several seconds like that, she moved her lips down to his jaw and neck, sucking large hickeys wherever she could as she went. Colt glared at his opponent from across the asphalt, keeping uncomfortable eye contact with him as Roze took his hands and moved them down to her ass, revealed largely by her short shorts that he told her to wear so he could show her off. Colt watched Alex/Alan’s face grow redder and redder as he listened to Roze’s exaggerated moans that increased in volume with the tighter he squeezed; the tomato face of his opponent only made him happier that his girlfriend had taken his fashion advice. Finally, she climbed off the motorcycle and took her seat on it again behind her boyfriend, proudly glancing at her artwork stretching across his skin. 

Pulling on a helmet, she turned towards the other man. “You ready?” He said nothing, electing to roll up his window. She bit back a laugh and settled behind Colt, prepared for the immense amount of speed they were going to reach to win. A girl walked between the vehicles and pulled up a flag, signaling the start of engines. The bike rumbled beneath Roze and she didn’t think she would ever tire of the warmth radiating from the man in front of her and the light vibration of the machine she was straddling. To her, they both meant freedom.

The race began and she wrapped herself tighter around Colt, who let out a whooping laugh as he sped along the track, easily passing ahead of Alex/Alan. This was one of the only straightaways, though, so the difficulty would soon come from the frequent turns that could easily overturn the bike. Roze decided not to think too hard about what would happen if Colt were to lose control; he was a good driver, and she had no reason to be scared from the number of times he raced this exact track. 

The feeling of the bike tilting below her with Colt’s hip movements was both terrifying and exhilarating; the road was so close, yet her boyfriend was in complete control. Their challenger hadn’t caught up yet, but judging by the sound of screeching tires, he was trying his hardest to. It was all for naught though since Colt’s easy maneuvering of the road only sent him shooting ahead without giving Alex/Alan a chance to even get close to the bike. It wasn’t going to be a close race, that was for sure. 

A tunnel was coming up, lit up by large lights attached to the cement inside. Going through it and watching the bright lamps flash by in her vision was like entering another world. Colt had given his only helmet to her (he insisted he didn’t need one, but she was still getting him a personalized one that read PASSENGER across the back as an inside joke), so she watched the lights cast interesting shadows on his face, highlighting his cheekbones and determined pout that always seemed to show up when he was driving. She could tell that he was calculating in his head, trying to figure out what he would need to do next to stay in the lead. The hard expression on her face only made her fall more in love with him as heat pooled between her thighs, pressed up against his jeans and jacket. 

The finish was in sight, and their opponent was not. Colt crossed it and easily braked, stopping his bike a few hundred feet away and parking it before helping Roze off and taking her helmet off for her. He had barely put the helmet and his gloves on one of the handlebars when she grabbed his forearm and pulled him towards her, smashing her lips into his to try and pour every emotion she was feeling into the kiss. He eagerly returned it, not giving a damn about the spectators who wanted to congratulate him on winning. Right now, the only thing on his mind and his hands was Roze Wheeler, girlfriend extraordinaire and his driver forever. 

She finally broke apart from him and let go of him long enough to let other people talk to him, but he quickly made it clear that all he wanted to do was go home with Roze. His opponent showed up minutes after he won, heaving as he exited his car and slammed the door. 

“You’re a fucking hack!” he yelled, jabbing a finger in Colt’s face and landing more spit on his cheeks. Colt didn’t flinch, electing instead to raise a fist and connect it to his jaw with a sickening crack! that silenced everyone else at the sideshow. His challenger fell to the ground, out cold, and Colt shook his hand out, bruises quickly blooming along the knuckles. He turned to Roze.

“Wanna get out of here?”

“Sure.”

At that moment, Alex/Alan decided to open his eyes to see Colt and Roze climbing on the white motorcycle. “Where are you two assholes going?!”

Colt looked at him laying on the ground, face deadpan and devoid of anything besides indifference. “I’m going to spend the night with my ‘bitch.’ You know how it is.” His face split into a grin. “Oh, but you don’t.” Roze’s laugh carried behind her as they sped off.

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Asato Yuya 1st Photobook Release Event Interview

【Exclusive】Asato Yuya「If I were to give a score, it’ll be ‘full marks’! 」1st Photobook『hAppy』Advanced Release Event Launch Commemorative Interview - By Smart Boys JP 

9 June 2019

With roles in popular stage adaptations of popular works like 「Kuroko no Basuke」, 「Osomatsu-san」, 「Oushitsu Kyoushi Heine」and more, and an active member of popular theatrical show-boys entertainment unit 「TOKYO Ryuuseigun」, actor Asato Yuya launched his first photobook 『hAppy』at an advanced Release Event held on 8th June, in Tokyo’s Ochanomizu Sola City Academia.

The fan-awaited 1st photobook was set in America. It is the first time that photography and a ‘Making Of” documentary for the book was conducted while traveling by car from Los Angeles - Death Valley - Las Vegas over a long distance of about 1,400km. 

Smart Boys had an exclusive interview chance at the pre-release events. We’ll be asking him to share his feelings and any interesting stories from the photoshoot for his 1st photobook. 

Qn 1: Congratulations on the release of your 1st photobook! Firstly, please share with us your thoughts when you heard about news to release a photobook.

Asato: It’s my first photobook so everyone was really happy about the news. Even as it has been finally completed as of now, I still can’t come to terms that I really did it. So when I first heard about this, I was wondering where i’ll be going and what kind of photos will be taken, that sort of feeling. 

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Qn 2: The photoshoot was held at Los Angeles and Las Vegas, do you have any interesting stories that happened during the photoshoot?

Asato: We travelled around to various places such as Los Angeles and Las Vegas, and we ran into many mishaps such as running out of gas along the way and my pants tearing during the shoot (wry smile). But we were still able to take great photos at these unplanned locations and I was able to show myself in my natural form. 

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Qn 3: Were you the one who came up with the title『hAppy』for your photobook?

Asato: Although I have considered naming my book “Asato”,  the staff suggested me to use “Happy” as the title of the book as I kept saying “Happy! Happy!” during the photoshoot. However, after considering several titles for the book, “hAppy” was chosen as the final title. By the way, I came up with the idea of capitalizing ‘A’ for ‘Asato’. 

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Question 4: The letter A in the title is in caps, that was your idea, wasn’t it? We think that is a really good title for the book. Would you be able to share what are some of the highlights of this photobook?

Asato: I wasn't planning to set "hAppy" as the theme of the photobook from the beginning, but I was trying to be as natural I as can be during the photoshoot. but it turned out to be “happy” when it was completed, so for those who are reading it, I hope that this happy feeling can spread contagiously. 

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Caption: A favorite shot chosen by Asato-san. "I chose it because I thought it was a beautiful piece and I felt happy.”

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Qn 5: This is a somewhat off-track question but if you can give a score to your 1st photobook, how many points would『hAppy』get?

Asato: I see, how many points? ...Full marks.

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Qn 6: If you are able to do a second photobook, where would you like to set the photoshoot at?

Asato: I don’t think I have any preference location-wise but if I have the chance to decide, I would like to do a photoshoot theme that is far from "hAppy". For example, it would be nice if I could present a "DARK" or "Bad Asato Yuya" photobook (laughs). 

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Qn 7: Finally, do you have anything to say to your fans?

Asato: For myself, I have been injecting my own feelings of bliss and happiness, so I hope that everyone who sees it will also receive a little bit of happiness and I hope that this happiness will spread.

☆ Information ☆

Asato Yuya 1st Photobook『hAppy』

Release Date：10 June 2019 (Monday)

Price：3,500 yen 

≪Purchase Site≫ https://www.mensscroll.online/items/19494554

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Original Interview: https://sumabo.jp/90548?fbclid=IwAR0_0HHkW_KtwJD4yQlpEUWRenSbqFweyCpPo1wE0loB5TcFuQiRIcUPJrc

Translation by Asato Yuya International Fanpage

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The Other Kim (M)

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader x Kim Namjoon Genre/Rating: fluffy smut / M, mature audiences only plz Warnings: explicit sex, unprotected intercourse Word Count: 4.3k Summary: Marriage is awesome. You get to have sex whenever you want, wherever you want. 

“Mrs. Kim!” The reference still makes you smile. There’s a euphoric element in the title that binds the muscles of your oris to your heartstrings, a tug that reminds you that you are his and, unequivocally, he is yours. “Mrs. Kim,” the voice repeats, softer now that it has your attention. “Your husband is in the lobby. Says he'd like to get lunch?” You give the new receptionist a whimsical look, a raised eyebrow to indicate your reluctance to believe that your husband, a man who has spent the better of the first six months of marriage hidden away in the darkest corners of the world, is simply, idly waiting for you to make an appearance downstairs. It's a possibility, and by no means do you rule it out, but he's crazy about you - the two of you are crazy about each other, and these months he's been away for work has only amplified and solidified the fact. You don’t trust it. If the man downstairs isn’t letting himself in, or causing a scene about the idiocy of building security that won't grant him access to the elevators at the forefront, there is no chance in hell that the visitor is in fact your man. Not that you husband is ill behaved, so to speak. No, he's quite the opposite. Typically, the most reserved man in the room. But he's a man with purpose. He would allow little to nothing, save for the insatiable taste of your lips, to get in the way of his mission. "My husband?" You ask, bleak and unnerving. You want it to be him. You want it to be a wondrous Christmas miracle in his cultured arms. You want to shower him with kisses of longing and bathe in him words of endearment, hold his hand until their raw from your touch. But there have been many times where your husband has inadvertently amused you in sending replacements: Jimin on your anniversary, with a half dozen bouquet of flowers. "One for every year you have decided to keep me," the card read. Jungkook on your birthday, cake and all. And by 'all' you mean helium filled balloons with streamers and confetti, party hats for everyone on the office floor and kazoos to last the year. There was even a time your husband requested his mother's presence. His mother, the sweetest, as mother in laws come, thoroughly enjoyed intermingling with corporate officials at the benefit dinner. She was your husband's stand in, no less, and finessed her way to a charitable amount of donations from her newfound friends through the over zealous sharing of your direction for the organization. "Says he's Kim Taehyung and he's ready to complete his marital duties." You scoff at the words. Kim Taehyung, that sneaky, playful, son of gun. "Let him up," you hiccup, ready to announce your endearments the moment he breaks through the glass doors. Six months is too long to go without seeing someone you love. There was a time the two of you were inseparable. From the time you made him rehearse your wedding vows as children up to now, where it takes all of him to convince you that your marriage isn't in shambles, but just an unconventional promise of love, he has always been your best friend. Your first love. Your first kiss. Your first -

It was awkward, to say the least, learning the anatomy of a man through the preliminary lessons of your best friend. You were young, too young to be dabbling in the actuality of love. But you had fire, and he had heart. Two things that should, on their own, be more than enough to transcend through any hardship.

It was clumsy at first, the stumbling of excited hands and the trembling of untrained lips. The first time Taehyung kissed you was like electricity. A current all its own and your pulse melted into his. He must have asked you a thousand times if it was alright, not that you could make out his words in between your shortened gasps, but you nodded anyway - anything to get his lips back on yours.

You remember saving yourself for him and when you turned 18 you made a unplanned visit to his dorm room and told him you were through. You couldn’t wait anymore and you wanted to spend forever with him. The sex was passionate, slow, nothing like the love between you where it burned hot and steady.

“Please Tae,” you quivered, a trembling mess beneath him as his two fingers slid in and out of you. “Don’t stop.” The will power it must have taken him to simply play with your cunt as you begged for his thickness is unfathomable. It wasn’t until you came undone from his fingers and tongue did he begin to undress himself and expose his own excitement.

His cock was pink and swollen, damp from his own wetness. But as much as he wanted you, to enter you and feel your tightness welcome him, he wanted your own pleasure more.

“I love you,” he whispered on top of you, kissing you from head to chin. “You know that, right?” You nodded. “We don’t have to if you’re not ready. We can wait,” he paused, hesitating before he continued. “I can wait.

You wanted to laugh, to ask him how he could say such sweet nothings while his throbbing cock was pressed against your thigh, but instead you brought your mouth to his ear, bit his lobe and whispered with conviction, “I want you.”

Taehyung couldn’t keep his eyes off you, as if he had never a finer sight. He had seen you undress before, an accident that occurred when he forgot to knock, and again when he sneaked into your bedroom for a midnight surprise of “I love you’s” and “I just wanted to see you,” but this time, he knew, was different. He was about to make you his, touch you in places he has yet to. He unrolled the translucent condom around his length and positioned himself at your core, lustful but sure. His entry was unhurried and gentle, every inch of him aware of your clenching cunt. His mouth pressed in a straight line, tucking his lips within each other to prevent himself from groaning. To prevent himself from enjoying the luxury of your pussy and coming prematurely.

His grunts were deep even though he was not. Watching you squirm to adjust beneath him, he paused halfway through, cock only breaking the entrance of you tight womb. The stretch was uncomfortable, but by no means painful. The lubrication from your climax was still prevalent inside, preparing you for his thickness.

“Tae,” you begged, “please.”

A breath escaped the both of you, a gasp of synchrony you’ve never heard before. A union between children. Simultaneous pleasure as Taehyung allowed himself to enter you fully, until his pelvic felt the curve of your bottom cheeks.

He gaped at the sensation, never feeling the pleasure of a woman before, for you, too, were his first.

His first few thrust were deep, as if he didn’t want to remove himself from the depths of your womb. But as you began to chant his name, his excitement grew and his movements flowed more fluid and complete. The snaps of his hip loud as they slammed against your core.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeated, chasing his high within your womanhood. His fingers moved in circles, teasing your clit and awaiting your climax just the way he had seen in movies. Movies he had watched to prepare for you. Movies he watched so he wouldn’t look like a fool as he made love to you, as he cherished you.

Although he tried, he couldn’t hold out. He came in spurts, pushing his cock in deeper, harder, as he covered himself in his own seed.

That was the first time of many you made love to Taehyung. A ritual that became second to breathing. So when he announced his plans of travel, his internship abroad, you were hell bent on marrying him, so sure your place was beside him, following him around the world. But the world brings stranger things - better things.

Taehyung is a model, for now. His occupation changes as often as his passions and he’s the kind of person to act on his impulses (hence you). The world has been kind to him, cultivating his dreams and, like you, always letting him win.

The moment you catch sight of his fluffy hair bouncing around the corner, you can’t help but squeal in anticipation. It’s not any better when he breaks through the double doors, his eyes wide and gleaming. God, how you love those eyes. Pupils that express every ounce of his emotion, every flicker of happiness. You figure that’s how he’s catches his gigs, lands every job he interviews for. There’s some uncanny amount of truth and sincerity hidden beneath his folds and it doesn’t help that he’s so friendly, a bundle of joy contained in a vessel.

“I have missed you, I missed you, I miss you and I will always miss you,” he admits, crushing you beneath his tight hold. Your face his buried into his chest, a suffocating feeling you have missed entirely too much. “I’m never leaving you again, I swear.”

“I’ll give you some time to catch up,” the assistant coughs as she shuts the door behind her, the quaintness apparent in her beady eyes.

When Taehyung finally allows you to breathe, he takes a moment to stare at you, taking in the you before him now and comparing it to the you he saw six months ago. It would almost make you weak if you didn’t know any better.

“You’re thinner,” he breathes, tucking the loose hairs surrounding your face behind your ears. “Let’s fix that.”

Lunch is great. A whole lot of laughter and playing catch up. With Taehyung’s job, it makes it nearly impossible to get a hold of him. Photoshoots here, runways there. There's no sleep in his lifestyle, let alone time for you. But you’re important to him, he lets you know. He reminds you every time he comes home.

“Do you remember when we were kids? Not even kids. I don’t know maybe 17? And you told me you loved me for the first time?”

“I remember,” you panic, still sick at the thought. “You said you loved me too. And that was the end of it.”

Before, it would have been crucifying, nothing short of walking naked on pin needles to your own grave, to admit and relive your one sided crush on your neighbor. Taehyung has always been handsome, goofy and more friendly than need be. But he was dense, oblivious to the meaning behind the shy smiles and giggling amongst females as he walked by. He made nothing of the handfuls of do-eyed confessions, categorizing them as exaggerated friendships. You had thought it to be alleviating, an unexpected optimism you found in all his blunt rejections, until you realized you, too, were in love with him.

It took you the better of a ruined childhood friendship and years of self-loathing before you came to terms with your feelings. You remember waking up one day expecting Taehyung to feel the same. It was at a house party, you didn’t normally attend parties, but Taehyung was going - and you needed to tell him.

A party filled with booze and adolescent fun, it only took two cups of party juice before you had the courage to tell him. You took him outside, away from the beer pong table he was dominating, held him close and whispered something he could never forget.

The way your heart stopped when you heard his giggle is still memorable to this day. He set your heart aflutter in returning the three small, but monumental, words and for a second the world stood still - the world stood still to applaud your innocence, your triumph, your stupidity.

“The beginning,” he corrects, point his finger to make a point. “No me, no husband.”

His phone rings and he sends it his voicemail. “Work, probably,” he shrugs. “It can wait.” But the phone rings again. And again.

“I don’t mind,” you assure. You’re used to it, the constant ringing of his cell phone, the texts and interruptions. “Go.”

You hate to see him leave, tired and unfed. The makeup under his eyes can only conceal so much. Tomorrow, you figure, you’ll get to see him tomorrow.

Tomorrow comes all too soon. When you arrive in the office, coffee is in order. There’s work to do stemming from last night’s appraisal, a sudden increase in your grant - not that you’re complaining. This non-profit is your baby, your pride and joy, and, fingers crossed, your final calling. Too many times have you immersed yourself in business plans only to have them fall apart.

There’s something about Friday’s that make it all the more hectic. The demand of weekly deadlines, the rush of final faxes, offices closing, weekend bustle, traffic jams on the outskirts of the city, all concepts that, although are intended to keep you busy, only make you feel all the more lonelier than you really are.

You miss your husband. You miss his presence. You miss the smell of his skin after he takes a shower. You miss him in the shower. The thought brings a blushed smile to your lips. You recall how cute his butt looks, how thick his waist is, how good he looks completely naked below you.

You stare at your phone, at his picture, disappointed but not surprised. No new messages. No missed calls. You return to bury yourself in work, dodging all the pent up frustration you just brought upon yourself.

“Mrs. Kim?”

There it is again, the unsure quiver in her voice. This time the assistant knocks as she enters, her face disapproving at your obvious state - sluggish and self wallowing. Who asked her anyway?

“Your husband. He wants to do lunch. ”

“Send him up,” you twinkle, ready for Taehyung to make up the events of last night. You really just want lunch, but he’s the type to overcompensate and bring chocolates and an apology card.

Today it’s flowers. A bouquet of red roses that cover his face as he makes way through your office door. Odd for him to shut it behind him. He normally leaves doors open. He likes the the draft, the option to escape when things get particularly awkward.

“Taehyung, what are you doing?”

His footsteps come to a halt and he pauses. “Taehyung?” He repeats, removing the flowers from his field of vision. “No, baby, it’s the other Kim.”

It’s as if the world quit spinning, or at the very least, you weren’t breathing. The other Kim. Your Kim.

“Namjoon!?” It isn’t a question, but a declaration. A declaration of love and aching that has suddenly subsided with his presence. He’s home. Your husband, after six months in the jungle attempting to save the world from itself, is finally safe - finally home.

You run into his arms, thoughtless of the flowers in his hands, and insert yourself in his hold instead. Namjoon doesn’t fight it. He drops the flowers at his feet and mold his hands to the curve of your body as he embraces you, a caress warmer than the sun. His hands are large and rougher than you remember. You can feel the callouses through your thin, chiffon button up, the only layer separating his hands from the barrenness of your flesh.

You don’t take a second to register where his mouth is before start placing your eager lips all over him. From collarbone to the skin you can reach on his face, you smother him with kisses, with wanting.

“I’ve missed you so much,” you whisper. “From the moment you left,” kiss, “until now,” kiss “I have missed you.” Big kiss. He is too tall for you to kiss his plump lips directly, but you remove your arms from his sides to wrap around his neck and he bends over to return your affection. You kiss him one more time, less rushed and more delicately on his lips as if to tell him ‘good job, you’ve done well, and i am so proud to be your wife.’

Namjoon’s tongue swipes your lips, his hands round at the bottom of your ass and he picks you up as if you’re weightless before him. He carries you across the room, setting you on your desk, shoving all else aside as he marks you as his.  A claiming ritual he’s done countless times before.

“I thought you wanted to grab lunch?”

“Grab,” he smirks, dragging your ass to the edge of the desk. “And, do.” He runs his hands up your shirt and you hiss under the sensation of his caress.

If Taehyung’s touch is a circuit of electricity, Namjoon’s is a endless supply of light. A quasar that powers the dam of your sentiments. He compels everything out of you: the good, the bad, the light, the dark. There is not a part of you he has not seen. There is not a part of you he has not loved. He is your brightest day and your longest night.

His grip is tight and unrelenting at your breast while he extends your kisses to his. This time, he’s the one smothering you with endearment, pecking you with kisses from ear to the crook of your neck. Each kiss is wet. Each kiss is stimulating. Each kiss leaves you famished for more.

“Let’s go home baby.” You pull him away from your body to look at him, to beg him to take you to bed and allow you to feel a half year's worth of anticipated climax.

Namjoon responds with a gentle kiss to the tip of your forehead, he entangles his fingers with your messy hair as he grins and then brings his lips to your nose. “You think.” Cheek. “After calling me Taehyung.” Lips. “That I’m going” Neck. “To wait to make love to you?” Collarbone. “Taehyung could never love you like me,” with those words Namjoon returned his lips to yours and reclaimed his dominance. “Never fuck you like me.” His tongue press against your teeth tracing your insides as if in search for something.

“I want these lips on my dick,” he breathes. “Moaning my name, sucking my cock. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

It’s one in the afternoon, nearly time for all your employees to begin flocking back in from lunch. You know this. You know you should control yourself, save it for tonight in the privacy of your own home - but the thought excites you. The thought of getting caught in the middle of the day when you’re supposed to be a professional, and in your office, no less.

You plop yourself off the desk, trailing his essence with your fingers, gliding down his sides as you position yourself on your knees. You press kisses on his tummy, his belly button, the rim of his jeans, and finally, the bulge of his cock.

Namjoon groans in return, impatient for your mouth. “Suck,” he commands.

You don’t wait to take him in, too eager at his feet. A mistake. He’s big. Namjoon cock twitches in your mouth at the heavenly sensation. You run your tongue along the side of his cock, dragging it as you come up for air.

“Fuck, baby,” he jeers. “Yes. Just like that. God, I’ve missed your sweet mouth.”

You hum into his dick and allow him to feel each vibration.

“Of all the places,” he pants. “And all the views,”  he pushes you head further into him, shoving his cock down your throat in a bliss you haven’t felt since his departure. “Unghh,” he grunts. “Nothing compares to seeing you on my cock.”

Namjoon pulls his dick from your throat and brings you up for a kiss well done.

He’s stunning. When you look at him you can see the little beads of perspiration on his forehead and they gleam in the afternoon light, as if he’s the one doing work.

The peckered sweat on his forehead reminds you of your first acquaintance. You were supposed to be visiting Taehyung. He was a photographer at the time and was making his way through the African terrain. He had just gotten out of his landscape phase and wanted a new challenge, something that moved, something that was hard to catch with his lens.

He met Namjoon on one of his excursion, something about getting lost in the maze of vines and undergrowth, and the two quickly became friends. It’s like that with Taehyung. He meets someone, and has this amazing gift of making you feel like you’re old friends.

Taehyung was supposed to pick you up from the airport, show you around the congo, anything to deliberately show he still had interest in the hobbies he leaves behind - but he didn’t. A part of you knew in coming what you would find. An adventure for sure, but a whole different kind.

While you and Taehyung spent the bittersweet end trying to convince yourselves the flame was still ongoing and steady, the love went up in smoke.

For awhile, the only means of communication you had with Taehyung was through Namjoon. He had been there to see the downfall, “a wasted love” he calls it, and was adamant on getting the two of you back together. Needless to say, it didn’t work. Somewhere along the way, Namjoon shamefully admitted his feelings to his new-old-friend and Taehyung just laughed.

“How could you not?” He asked.

“Bend over for sweetheart.” Namjoon turns your around on your desk, shoving his erection between the cheeks of your ass to taunt you. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Without warning your husband raises the hem of your pencil skirt above your waists and delivers a wet kiss between your folds. “Shit baby,” Namjoon whispers when he can. “You’ve must have missed me a lot. You’re practically dripping and I haven’t even touched you yet.” You clench your entrance at his touch, his fingers running the lines of your panties.

“Joonie,” you gape. “Don’t tease - ah.”

He shoves your soiled underwear to the side as he enters your cunt with his tongue.

“Fuck, you taste good. Have you been using the toys I send you?”

“Y-Yes,” you shiver, his tongue and gliding fingers bringing you near ecstasy. “But only when we skype.”

Namjoon smiles. Though he can’t be there physically, he never leaves you lonely. Even when he has to be up at the crack of dawn to bike to whatever parts of the continent, he makes it a priority to have you satisfied before bed. He’ll call you at three in the afternoon, with erotic notions of his arousal, of demands for your own release. Namjoon will send you pictures of his day and dick at three in the morning, still insistent that you read them and call when you wake. You would think the boy would get his time zones right, but “there no time when he is not in love,” you quote, “so does time even really matter?”

“Show me,” Namjoon stands, aligning his cock at your drenched entrance. “Just like you do on skype baby girl.” He bends over, careful not to break entry before whisper in your ear and tugging your hair between his fingers. “Show me how you fuck yourself on a hard cock.”

At his words, you stretch your ass out to him, swallowing the entirety of his cock as you continuing to twerk your ass on his hips.

Namjoon brings his fingers to your clit with his free hand, rubbing circles in all their pleasure. “Fuck, baby, fuck” he muffles, aware of the increasing noise outside the office. “Slow down baby girl, let me help.”

For once, you don’t listen to him. You increase your speed, pumping him in ways you’ve been practicing at home. To finally feel him makes your knees weak. To feel the entirety of his cock makes you -

“Joon, Joon,” you repeat. “I’m gonna- fuckkkkk! I’m going to cum!”

Namjoon power thrusts his cock on last time inside of you before you become undone, squeezing his circumference tighter than you have before. A euphoric moan leaves your breath as your knees shake and bend against the desk. Namjoon is still pounding into you from behind, approaching his own high.

“Fuck, where should I? Baby, where should I-”

His question is cut short with your mouth. Using whatever strength you have left in your knees, you lean back to kiss him, assuring him that it’s okay. “Cum in me, baby. I want you to. It’s okay.”

You’ve never let Namjoon cum in your before, not even while on the bill. The both of you are too busy in your own right to even contemplate the thought of being responsible for another human apart for yourselves. But this feels right. The connection, the bond between you and Namjoon is permanent, is more atomic and pure than the feeble flames of fire.

“God,” he moans as he spurts in his final jackhammering. You can feel the cum splattering against the roundness of your ass.

A part of your heart clenches at the realization. He’s not ready. He doesn’t feel the same. He didn’t come inside.

Namjoon leans over to kiss you, this time to assure you that that it’s okay. “One day, cutie.” He kisses you again on his reach for the issues on your desk. “When I’m done, when I’m home, we can start our family. But until then,”  Namjoon smacks your ass playfully before return your skirt to its original position. “You’re just going to have to keep fucking me like that.”

A/N: written for all the tortured taejoon hos out there. myself included. may we find inner peace in knowing that we will never have either of them. yay.

[capturingwow]

4 Tips To Snap Beautiful Stories in Lifestyle Photography!

Are you looking for ways to capture your Lifestyle professionally? Want to have a professional Lifestyle shoot but don't want to mingle around with people amidst the pandemic?

What if we tell you that you could capture such amazing Lifestyle photographs on your own? Yes! You got it right! You could capture Lifestyle photographs just like a PRO!

         In this blog, we have curated top #4 tips that will guide you through the process of Lifestyle Photography! So keep up the momentum and get ready to capture your WOW Lifestyle Photographs!

Several photography trends jump in and out of the social platform often, but lately, there is a style of photography that has been on everyone’s radar and that is - Lifestyle Photography. 

So, what exactly is Lifestyle Photography? 

       Lifestyle Photography is a style of photography that aims to capture real-time situations in a creative way. The objective of this type of photography is to share people’s stories through candid, unplanned settings. Often, Lifestyle Photography is considered as the best style to represent family or people-centric photos.

WHAT GOES INTO CAPTURING LIFESTYLE PHOTOGRAPHS?

Learn how to capture Lifestyle Photographs like a professional with the help of the tips mentioned below:

BE AUTHENTIC

The primary objective of Lifestyle photographers is to document life as it happens in any situation. It is important to keep your pictures as natural and real as possible. On the other hand, if you have someone capturing any random moment of yours with any camera, you cannot term that as Lifestyle Photography.

       Authenticity in Lifestyle Photography means capturing pictures that express people’s everyday lives. This could include pictures of people without posing, carefully placed props and lighting, etc. Moreover, you could also capture images at different unplanned locations and settings.

If you want to get into professional Lifestyle Photography, you may encourage your clients to show themselves as naturally as possible. There is no need to overly dress your clients or add unwanted props. These little elements will also help them feel more comfortable throughout the photoshoot.

PLAN YOUR SHOOT IN EVERYDAY LOCATIONS

In most genres, planning a suitable location for the shoot is a priority always. However, in Lifestyle Photography, location doesn't matter. In Lifestyle Photography, you have to be real in every way and that shooting in an everyday location is a plus for every Lifestyle Photographer out there. When you get into professional Lifestyle Photography, instead of focussing on unwanted elements like the location,  we suggest you focus on:

Where do your clients feel most comfortable?

Which spot best represents who your clients are?

Do they spend their time strolling in the park or do they enjoy creative activities at home?

Are they the kind of people who love sports and play outdoors?

        As a professional photographer, you should be able to find the answers to all of these above questions and use the answers to plan and decide the best place to carry out your photoshoot. If possible, pick a couple of locations as they will let you capture the different interests of your clients. Also, you will have a backup strategy to fall on in case the first location on your list doesn’t work out in the end.

COMFORT IN EVERY MOMENT

Now if you are capturing your Lifestyle pictures, make certain that you are comfortable enough to bring out the essence of real-ness in your pictures. The more comfortable you are, the better Lifestyle pictures you will capture. On the other hand, in a professional setting, you have to make your clients feel comfortable.

Often, people find it difficult to be completely open in front of the photographer. As a Lifestyle photographer, it is your job to make them feel at ease in your presence. To achieve this, you could simply start by talking about something that your client is passionate about. No matter what the topic is, make sure you stick to light topics and let them do most of the talking while you do most of the snapping.

    Also, do not let your clients carry the weight of the planned settings. Talking to them about the type of images you want to snap and how you will try to get them will help them feel much more comfortable in front of the camera. The next tip will teach you how to tell beautiful stories through your pictures!

TELL YOUR CLIENT'S STORY

You are definitely not capturing your Lifestyle Photographs randomly. Undoubtedly, there is a reason that motivated you to capture your Lifestyle professionally. Every moment has a story to tell and Lifestyle Photography is more about storytelling. Now if you capture photographs without a story, will that be attractive in any way? To capture creative and compelling photographs, you have to learn to storytell. Think about why you want that particular picture or why do you want to capture that special moment!

      In a professional setting, your clients are certainly not paying you to get a couple of nice photographs, but rather to capture their real story. To achieve this, you have to go beyond your capability and capture flawless photographs while you master the art of storytelling!

I'm every photograph you take, personally or professionally, make sure you convey a story!

Hope these tips help you in your personal as well as professional journey in Lifestyle Photography!

[kimbalikes]

I’m feeling both absolutely knackered and completely energised after Day 1 of the @philosophyaustraliafashion AW21 photoshoot. I just love being able to work with the amazing @ali_lennard! Swipe to see us both wearing the Philosophy charity tee - completely unplanned! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I’ve shopped my wardrobe for my @17_sundays bomber and @takingshapestyle jeans. My @adidasoriginals Cloudform sneaks kept me feeling comfy and looking cute! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Bring on tomorrow! 📸 https://www.instagram.com/p/CG4dYvaHLBS/?igshid=11b3tbn8d9rmq

[damescarletaznable]

🎄Slay Belles🎄 “Make my wish come true - all I want for Christmas is you.” Tis this season to have Mariah Carey stuck in your head. 😛 Great working with @irinavonkleist on this Christmas photoshoot. It was completely unplanned! 😅 however the best memories happen when they just happen off the cuff. 💖💖💖 Miss you, doll! Let’s travel together sometime! 📸: @retrodollspinupphoto 💄: @cgd_models . 🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄 . #pinup #pinupdolls #pinupsofinstagram #asianpinup #pinupgirl #santapinup #christmaspinup #holidaypinup #santababy #alliwantforchristmasisyou #retro #retrodames #retrodolls #merrychristmas #happyholidays #merrychristmashappyholidays #rockabella #ishipus #pinupidol #pinupidols #idollife #aidoru

[ryan-labee]

One of my favorite photoshoots of the year and it was completely unplanned. . . . . #portraits #portrait #portraits_ig #pixel_ig #portraiture #expofilm3k #portrait_perfection #portraitstyles_gf #snowisblack #portraits_universe #featurepalette #bleachmyfilm #portraitmood #featurepalette #rsa_portraits #makeportraits #profile_vision #top_portraits #life_portraits #postthepeople #quietthechaos #2instagood #way2ill #justgoshoot #artofvisuals #l0tsabraids #ftwotw #igPodium_portraits #ftmedd (at Oklahoma)