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thoseboysinblue · 4 months

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Mistletoe Magic

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Christian Pulisic x reader

You find yourself caught under the mistletoe with Christian.

Wordcount: 1500+

Requested: No

Warnings: Swearing

You wander up to the door of the house marked by the address Christian sent you earlier. Adjusting your hair slightly and taking a deep breath, you knock on the door and wait for someone to answer.

"Hey you, I'm glad you could make it," Christian engulfs you in a hug, placing a light kiss to your cheek. He accepts the beer and small bag of snacks you brought as a thank you for the invitation.

"Thank you for inviting me," you smile at him as you remove your coat and hang it in the small closet in the entryway of his house.

"I would've invited you to stay if I had known you were going to be in Milan," he narrows his eyes at you.

"It was kind of a last minute change of plans, and I didn't want to impose," you offer him a smile.

"You're never imposing, you know you're always welcome to stay anytime, y/n," he says as he leads you into the kitchen, you noticing the traditional Christmas decor scattered around.

Your job as a travel blogger means that you hop around quite a bit. You'd stayed with Christian several times in London since it was a good starting out point for many of your adventures, but you haven't visited him in Italy until now.

"So what brings you to Italy for the holidays?" he asks, pouring you a glass of wine while he opens a beer.

"I'm writing something on Christmas markets," you shrug at him, "I wasn't supposed to come here actually, but needed to make some alterations due to a few things, so here I am."

"Well, you know I'm always glad to see you," he smiles, a genuine smile.

Your friendship with Christian started several years ago, right after his move to Chelsea. You both happened to be at the same event one evening in London and found a small bit of comfort in having someone from "home" close by.

You often spent time with him when he was home during the summers, blocking off a week or so from your travels to be able to visit him. You had become friends with several of his friends and things were just easy between you.

You both took a bit of heat for the natural flirtation that seemed to flow back and forth, but never had it gone beyond that. You were friends with him, not someone he grew up with, but someone who had earned his trust over a period of time and vice versa.

"I think you invited me here early because you wanted someone to do the dirty work for you," you chuckle as you arrange various platters of food for the twenty or so guests he had invited over for a small holiday gathering.

"We might have time for some actual dirty work," he quips at you as he glances at the time on his watch.

"Aww, the Italian model scene not to your taste?" you grin as you chunk an grape at him which he somehow manages to catch in his mouth.

"Honestly, I haven't had much time for all that," he shrugs, "been trying to get settled in here and really trying to stay focused right now."

"Well, you seem to be settling in just fine," you smile softly at him as you finish the last tray.

He turns on some Christmas music and grabs your hand and twirls you around a couple of times, both of you laughing as you dance and sing along.

As the other guests start to arrive, Christian introduces you to some of his new teammates as well as their significant others. You also greet his former Chelsea teammates you had met previously as well as his international teammates, a couple of them having made the trip from Turin for the party.

"It's good to see you," Weston grins as he gives you a warm hug.

"Yeah, you too, Wes," you roll your eyes at the mischevious look on his face.

"He made a move yet?" he nods towards Christian who keeps glancing over to you, curious as to what his friend could possibly be saying that has you looking slightly flustered.

"What? No! He would never, you know we aren't like that, at all," you shake your head.

"You sure? I mean, I've never seen two people flirt as relentlessly as you guys do and never take it any further," he narrows his eyes at you.

"Well, that's just how we are, harmless flirtation, that's it," you offer him a beer.

"You spending the holidays here with him though?" he continues pressing you.

"I'm in Milan, writing for my blog, he didn't even know I was here until he saw my story yesterday. I have my own hotel, so no, I'm not 'spending the holidays with him'," you use air quotes to mimic his previous statement.

"That's a shame, I'm sure he'd love unwrapping you as a gift on Christmas morning," he chuckles as you swat at him.

You continue chatting with people as the night carries on, engaging in a few drinking games and you and Christian carrying on your usual flirtatious banter.

You head to the bathroom and when you return, everyone has moved from the kitchen and dining area over to the living room to continue playing party games.

Christian is leaning in the doorway between his living room and kitchen, looking at his phone when you approach him and wrap your arms around his waist and tuck yourself under his arm as he naturally moves to drape it over your shoulder.

"This has been a good party, Chris," you smile up at him, "I've had fun getting to know everyone and catching up with some of the others."

"It has been fun, hasn't it?" he smiles back at you, "I hope Wes hasn't given you too much grief."

"Oh, I can handle him, you don't have to worry about that," you shake your head.

"Oh, I know, if anyone can take him down a notch or two, it's you," he chuckles.

"Hey, you two," you hear Wes shout over everyone, "look up," he grins.

The two of you look up simultaneously, before your eyes widen and meet with Christian's.

"Fuck, I forgot I put that there," he stares at you, suddenly unsure of what he should do.

"Well, I'm pretty sure it's bad luck if you are caught under the mistletoe and don't kiss, so..." you trail off.

"Yeah, I think so too, and I mean, we don't want bad luck following us around do we?" his eyes flick from your eyes down to your lips and back to your eyes.

"But we don't have to, if you don't want to, y/n, I don't want to force you into anything," he looks at you sincerely.

"It's just a kiss under the mistletoe, Christian," you smile softly at him as you move your hands around the back of his neck and inch closer to him.

"It's probably full of nargles, anyways," you grin as he closes the distance and you hear him chuckle under his breath.

"You sure?" he asks one more time, his lips mere millimeters from yours.

You nod and close your eyes, pressing your fingers into the back of his neck and encouraging him to close the gap.

His lips brush against yours softly and timidly, before he slides his hand up to cup your jaw and pull you into him a bit further. You kiss him back, slightly surprised at the immediate butterflies that erupt in your stomach.

The kiss lasts a few more moments before you both pull away and smile shyly at one another.

"About damn time," Wes whistles at you.

It suddenly hits you what just happened, Christian kissed you, albeit somewhat forced by holiday superstition, but he still kissed you, and you kissed him. And you didn't expect to like it as much as you did.

You quickly rush down the hallway and into the first room you find, shutting the door behind you, needing a few minutes to get a grip on everything.

You lean with your back against the door as you take a few deep breaths, closing your eyes and calming yourself before you get too overwhelmed.

You hear a soft knock at the door, "y/n, are you in there," you hear Christian ask quietly.

You turn and open the door, letting him in before quickly closing it behind him.

"Are you ok?" he looks at you, his eyes full of concern, as he moves to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Yes, no, I don't know," you sigh, leaning into his touch as he cups his hand along your jaw.

"It wasn't supposed to feel like that when you kissed me," you breathe out, "I wasn't supposed to feel anything, it was supposed to be a kiss between friends under the mistletoe, no big deal."

"It wasn't supposed to feel like what?" he asks quietly. "Wasn't supposed to feel like butterflies and fireworks and like your insides were suddenly on fire?"

You look up at him, curious to know if he was telling you he'd had the same unexpected reaction.

"Because, that's what I felt a few minutes ago, and I'm kind of hoping you felt it too," he says leaning his forehead against yours.

"Yes, I felt it too," you close your eyes.

"Want to see if that was just a one time thing?" he whispers against your lips, smiling when you pull him closer to you and connect your lips back to his.

This kiss is different from the first, it's not shy nor timid, it is full of certainty and desire. He kisses you like you are the oxygen he needs to breathe. He runs his tongue along the seam of your lips, silently asking for entrance, and moans softly into your mouth when you allow his tongue to press against yours.

You can't deny he's a good kisser as you sink further into one another, tangling your fingers into the hairs at the nape of his neck, and damn it, he knows what he's doing with his tongue. You have to stop your thoughts from running away with themselves as the two of you allow your hands to roam over one another's bodies, gripping each other as closely as you can.

You pull away from one another breathless and dizzy, a grin spreading on both of your faces.

"Definitely not a one time thing," he chuckles pecking you on the lips again.

"No, I don't think so either," you shake your head.

"So what now?" you ask him, realizing this has just changed everything between you.

"Now, I think we have to go back to the party," he sighs, "but I want you to stay later so we can talk."

"Ok," you nod.

"Would you consider staying the night?" he grins cheekily at you.

"I might, but don't get too far ahead of yourself," you grin back at him.

"No, no, that's not what I meant. I mean I would like for you to stay, and talk, and keep kissing me like that, but we don't have to do anything else until we figure things out," he says quietly, placing another delicate kiss to your lips.

"I think I can handle that," you lean your head against his chest, listening to the way his heart is pounding.

"Ok, so let's figure out a polite way to kick everyone out," he chuckles kissing you one more time before opening the door and ushering you back towards the other guests.

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katrielle-writes · 1 year

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Making breakfast for you | Persona 5 men

Featuring: Joker/Ren, Ryuji, Yusuke, Akechi, Maruki x reader separate

Genre: Fluff

Notes: I was so happy to see some many notes on First Kisses, I wanted to write more fluff. 🫠

Joker

He makes curry for you since it’s all he’s good at

Just kidding

He’s interested in cooking, but doesn’t have much experience that his cooking is not as good as it could be

However anything he makes, even he can make normal food look enticing

Will give you a bowl of rice with side of miso soup, single serving of meat or seafood plated generously and aesthetically with thinly sliced vegetables

Honestly I think he could also make you a delicious Japanese breakfast rice bowl - everything in a bowl arranged neatly

Or rice omelet I think he would be so good at making that like it’s so simple but somehow he makes the dish his own and you don’t know what ingredient he used that you can’t seem to replicate his dish

Neither of of you have much cooking skills but if you do know how to cook, he would love to try all the foods you know how to make

He’ll definitely do all the dishes if you make him food for the rest of his life 😆

Ryuji

He would sincerely try his hand at making a homemade breakfast for you

Especially foods that are good for keeping up your energy since that’s how he usually prepared his meals when he was on the track team

I can imagine something like sausage and egg with pancakes and fresh squeezed orange juice - something simple and with protein???

I think he would prefer if you made food not because he doesn’t want to make food but because he thinks your food tastes so much better than his

He loves to see you cooking in an apron and thinks that you are really just good at whatever it is that you put your mind to and what you’re good at

Also really just wants to eat your cooking 24/7

He will definitely make you food on holidays like birthdays, anniversaries, etc.

Yusuke

Would 100% make you a homemade meal of traditional Japanese foods

He’s really gained an appreciation for his cooking skills jr jsjt for himself but be as he can be sure to make you jutrkojsal folds he knows will help you physical and well being

Interested in different ways food can be made like the purposes for the different pasta types

Will make things like tempura and daikon carrot salad for you

Would have even prepared a desert for you; egg custard seems light enough while being fluffy and sweet

Loves to eat together with you and loves to hear you say itadakimasu and gochisousama deshta for the food

When you surprise him by making a meal for him, for each dish he’ll compliment all the ways that you used an ingredient really well and how you were artistic with the food🫠

Loves to see that you’re interested in cooking but of course wouldn’t want you cooking alone so oftentimes he will join you and he thinks it’s a nice exercise in relationship building

Akechi

Since he’s really popular as idol detective and working cases with the police he hardly has time to eat often taking short meals and vitamins to make up

But he understands and appreciates the importance of enjoying a home cooked meal

Likes to think about how different parts of a dish complement each other

Really just likes to have company and maybe some good music to enjoy food

Other times if he’s not so busy with work he’ll meal prep over the weekend

I think he would really strong flavored foods or foods with subtle taste since they take advantage of deep flavors and seasonings

He would loved to make you a simple breakfast of toast with herb butter and fresh preserves with steamed egg something light since neither of you eat much in the mornings

Also don’t forget the glass of water and tea with your neals

No matter what kind of cook you were he would appreciate what you make no matter what and will always eating everything even if it was one of your “failed experiments”🤣

Will try to guess/name all the spices and ingredients your food in the end saying your food is delicious

Maruki

I don’t want to say he has lots of time to make a meal

But as someone who spends a workday in the councilors room during school he has plenty of time after school or during the weekend to do grocery shopping and he’s very diligent about it too

Loves to think about reactions that take place in the food and likes to use wine to cook and other ingredients

Sees the benefit for meal prepping but won’t do it so much

Loves to have a whole feast almost trying to get foods of all colors while also having nutritional value like fried eggplant and chestnut rice!

Honestly he would appreciate it if you cook for him but he does it for himself so often he doesn’t mind and actually prefers to be the one cooking

Wouldn’t mind if you sat and watched him 🫠

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romantiqueofthemind · 2 years

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Longing For You (Dreaming of You Pt 2)

Hey guys! So here it is! The long awaited second part to Dreaming of You! I’m sorry if it ended kind of sudden but I didn’t want you guys to wait any longer. Let me know if you want a part 3?

As always, the song is optional.

Part 1 is here in case you missed it!!

Summary: Y/N goes to a party with her friend and ends up meeting Austin there. With the alcohol in both of your systems, memories start resurfacing.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY Smut includes Spanking, choking, drunk Austin, daddy kink if you squint, protective?

Song (optional): You Right- Doja Cat (The Weeknd)

"Come on Y/n! You're going!" Your best girlfriend Adrianna said practically pulling your arm towards the front door of your apartment. She had called wanting to go out for dinner tonight, trying to get you out for the night. She did not tell you however, that when she said "Let's go out for dinner" She meant go to a party and get fucked up.

"I don't even have any clothes to wear Anna" You lied. You had clothes for the occasion, but hardly ever wore them because of James. Immediately she called you out on your shit. "Bullshit! Either you go get changed right now, or I'm going into your closet and picking something out for you." Rolling your eyes with a sigh you sat down on the couch with your arms crossed. "Go ahead. You'd probably pick out something better than me anyways." You said gesturing at Adrianna to go find something in your closet. She ended up picking out an emerald green velvet dress. You had only worn it once, but you loved it. You got up and changed into the dress, put on your shoes and the two of you headed out the door as you grabbed your phone.

It was about a 20 minute drive from your apartment to the house where the party was, Surprisingly, it wasn't far from where Austin's house was. There was music blaring and colored lights shining from the inside. Adrianna pulled up to the house and parked on the curb next to the house. You walked in with Adrianna and followed her to the kitchen as she poured you a drink, handing you the red plastic cup. The rum in the drink burned as it went down, but sooner than later you felt way more at ease. You stayed in the kitchen near the counter pouring yourself one drink after the other, doing whatever it took to get those words Adrianna said on the way here, "I think Austin might be here."

You had told her briefly what happened that night with him. You didn't go into detail, just that you stayed at his house for a night after you had a nightmare. Regardless, ever since you brought it up, it seemed that she couldn't shut up about it. Kind of how you couldn't get that night out of your mind since it happened. Honestly, it kind of scared you. You weren't used to feeling this way, and part of you really enjoyed it, but you refused to give that part any attention. As you poured yourself another drink, you nearly froze when you heard Austin behind you. "Fancy seeing you here. As I recall, you're not really one for parties." You turned around and smiled like an idiot, the alcohol doing most of the work behind it. "Anna drove me here. I didn't want to be here." You stated looking up at him, a small smile came across his lips before his eyes moved down and then back up to meet yours. "I'm glad you changed your mind." he said before finishing up whatever was in his cup. You moved slightly to the side so Austin could get another drink. "A couple of guys were going to jello shots. Did you want to join?" He asked turning to you. Immediately you nodded and followed Austin into the living room where you saw 4 or 5 guys arranging jello shots on what looked like the coffee table. You leaned into Austin as you felt his hand on your waist pull you closer in almost a protective way. The two of you got on one side of the table and Austin leaned close to you and whispered in your ear "Stay close to me okay?" You nodded. It kind of surprised you, he was being protective. It was cute and kind of hot at the same time?

The next hour consisted of you and Austin drinking and talking. You talked about James and how he called you earlier to tell you he had a surprise for you when he came back from New Jersey. Austin didn't really show much interest when you spoke about James, but he did his best to hide it when he was sober. You noticed that when he was drunk he said and reacted more to what was really on his mind. Meaning almost every time you would mention James he would react with an annoyed groan or an eye roll. One thing that remained consistent was him being there for you, even when it was something he didn't want to talk about. You on the other hand got a lot more "emotional" when you were drunk. There was a lot of hugging and leaning on Austin and even occasionally playing with his hands and the rings on his fingers. Eventually it got to a point where you had so many drinks you could barely walk. Which was not supposed to happen since you almost never drank. Austin however, found drunk you amusing so he leaned down looking in your eyes and said "I'm taking you to bed." Despite your constant head shakes and slurs of "No Aus, I'm fine. Really." He didn't believe you and before you knew it, you were off of the floor in Austin's arms as he carried you upstairs to lay down.

Had you have been sober, you wouldn't have been placing kisses on Austin's neck nearly the whole way to the bedroom. Well, if you were sober he wouldn't be carrying you in the first place. When Austin finally seemed to find an empty bedroom that wasn't occupied or locked, he opened the door and set you down. You stood up for a solid two or three seconds before losing your balance and leaning on Austin, who had caught you before you had a chance to fall down. You looked up at him and drunkenly decided that right then was the perfect time to kiss him. So you did. What was weird about it was Austin actually kissing you back. He pulled you up so you were standing again, kicking the door closed and pinning you against it. Taking a break from your lips he moved to your neck, nipping and sucking gently causing you to roll your head back against the door and let out a soft moan. You weren't even thinking about the fact that you were going to see James tomorrow, you didn't even care about him at the moment. The only thing that was on your mind was Austin. Moving back to your lips Austin had began kissing you a bit rougher than before, but you just let your fingers tangle themselves in his hair. He moved his hands down to your ass, squeezing it gently before saying quickly in between kisses "Jump." and without hesitation you jumped up, wrapping your arms around his neck as he picked you up with your legs wrapped around his waist. He carried you to the end of the bed and set you down, kissing your neck again only this time moving his way down your body, planting kisses over your dress until he got to your thighs. He stopped and looked at you before saying "You're just letting me do this." You chuckled and shrugged your shoulders before stating "I'm drunk." Austin smiled and planted soft kisses on your inner thighs before replying "Yeah me too."

Austin pulled up your dress to your waist and ran his hands up and down your thighs softly. He moved back up to your lips, whispering soft praises against them. You squirmed underneath him causing a soft chuckle to come from him as he looked down to your thighs and back up to you. "Nervous baby." The way he said it was soft but it had so much power over you, even if you were drunk. You shook your head before letting out a small whine feeling the heat from his hand move higher and higher up your inner thigh. You had never realized how much your body, or how much you had longed for him until now. His hand stopped at the line of your panties, his fingers softly tracing the material, making your heart rate go up and your breathing to become uneven. His hands moved up to your waist, gripping it softly before looking at you and saying "Say it baby." Biting your lip to try and keep yourself under control, you whispered a soft "P-please.."

In an instant your panties were around your ankles and Austin was hovering over you, lining himself up. Your brain was so foggy that you barely remembered him unbuckling and unbuttoning his pants. Now all you felt was the warmth of his body over yours, and the heat between your legs as Austin pressed his hard length at your entrance. You must have been staring because you felt his hand move around to lift up your chin so you were looking up at him. "Let me know if it hurts too much okay?" He said in his low sultry voice. All you could do was nod. Your heart beating faster and faster as your body started to sober up from the shock you were in.

You tried to take a deep breath to mentally prepare yourself, but before you could, you felt Austin push into you quickly. You weren't a virgin and nor was he, so as drunk as he was, Austin didn't really feel the need to be careful with you. You felt him draw his hips back before pushing back into you, this time a little deeper. The feeling of him thrusting into you roughly had your body jolting and you biting your lip. A soft groan if profanities fell from Austin's lips as he seemed to nearly lose himself in his thoughts and feeling of you. The more lost he seemed to get, the rougher and harder he seemed to go. Your lip started to hurt from how hard you were biting it, wanting to do nothing but moan Austin's name, touch him, have him completely. But you both knew you had to keep things at an arms length distance because you were still in a relationship, however you were both too drunk to care at the moment.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as Austin placed his hand on your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "It's okay baby, moan for me." he said looking into your eyes. You began to let out whines as you felt Austin bury himself into you. A soft moan finally escaped when you felt his hand slowly move down the side of your body, stopping at your thigh. He grips it softly as he lifted your leg and placed it around his waist. By that point, you couldn't hold it back anymore. The moment Austin lifted your leg and you instantly felt him penetrate you deeper, a moan escaped your lips. Barely able to get words out, somehow you managed to whisper "F-faster...please baby.." Austin smirked before planting a quick kiss on your lips before quickening his pace inside you, allowing you lose yourself. “Fuck that’s it…” you moaned as your hand moved around to tangle and pull Austin’s hair. Austin let out a deep groan as he began panting softly, still thrusting his cock in and out of you at a quick pace. Truth was, he loved the feeling of you pulling his hair. He loved it when you tangled and played with his hair, so naturally he started thrusting harder and deeper. “Do that again baby…please..” he whined trying to catch up with his breath. You did as he asked and pulled his hair again, this time letting out a louder moan as you felt him fuck you even harder.

You were getting close and Austin could feel it. Before you even had a chance to tell him, he said “Turn around for me baby.” Without hesitation you did as he said and got on your hands and knees. A small whimper escaped your lips as you felt his hand on your back, gently pushing down until your back was arched and your chest was buried into the mattress. Chills ran up your spine as you felt his hands move slowly from your back up to your bottom and a soft yelp came from you as you felt his hand come down on your bottom. You bit your lip at the stinging feeling that lingered, moaning softly as you felt his hand gently graze over the area he just spanked. Another moan escaped your lips as you felt him push back inside you, continuing with his hard thrusting motions as before. This time though, it had you moaning into the pillow your head lay on. It felt better than you could have imagined. So deep, so full, it was euphoria. Austin continued to fuck you harder into the mattress, you getting lost in the feeling of his cock inside you. You let out a loud moan, almost cry as you felt Austin’s hand grab your hair and pulling it back so your head was thrown back. As soon as your head was tilted nearly as far as it could, you felt Austin’s hand wrap around your neck, squeezing it gently. His deep lustful tone not matching with how gentle he was being. “Say it baby. Tell me who’s fucking you this good.” You struggled to get soft whispers out from the tight feeling around your neck. As softly as you could, you choked out Austin’s name.

The moment he heard that, he let go of your neck, allowing you to bury your face back into the pillow. He continued to thrust into you at a hard, quick pace, gripping your hips and pulling them towards his own. You were impossibly close and weren’t sure you could hold it back anymore so you didn’t. You let a slur of profanities escape your lips as you felt your orgasm wash over your body as you moaned through it “Yes daddy! Right there! Fuck you’re so much better than my shitty ex-boyfriend!” and nearly collapsing on the bed as you felt Austin continue to thrust into you, his pace slowing and getting sloppy. You felt his hand grip your waist hard, his fingers digging into your skin as his body stiffened and his lips letting out a low groan, nearly moaning. He thrusted into you slowly and gently once more before pulling out of you and laying next to you on the bed.

You curled up against him, your head laying on his chest as it moved up and down rapidly, the both of you trying to catch your breath. He placed his hand on your chin, once again lifting it up to meet his before planting a kiss on your lips. You looked at him and spoke softly “Are you okay?” noticing how rapidly he was breathing. He placed a soft kiss on your head before replying “Yeah. You?” You just smiled and nodded before placing a soft kiss on Austin’s neck. He pulled you in closer to him tracing small circles on your thigh. “Did you want to go back to your apartment or my house?” Austin asked breaking the silence. “Can’t we just stay here?” You whined. “No baby. Because we are not in a home we can just relax in. We are at a party, and we can’t stay here.” Austin said before getting up out of the bed and began fixing his belt. You pouted like a child and Austin came around to your side of the bed and knelt down on the floor. “Y/n, you’re clearly not sober enough to drive anywhere. I’ll take you either to my house or to your apartment. Your choice.” You let out a sigh hating to admit he was right. You looked at Austin and pointed at him, implying you want to stay with him for the night.

Austin smiled before kissing your head and whispering softly to you “I’ll give you a second to fix your dress and get your shoes on. Then I’ll take you back with me.” You nodded as you pulled your dress back down your thighs and sat up putting your shoes on the best you could. Austin helped you up, which ended with you wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your head into his chest. You mumbled softly “Thank you Aus..” He smiled and looked down at you. “For having drunk sex with you?” You chuckled and nodded. You felt his chest rise as a small laugh came from him. Austin grabbed his keys and opened the door as you followed behind him closely, his hand still on your waist making sure you’re keeping close to him.

You both stopped in the kitchen so Austin could explain to Adrianna that he was taking you home. Admittedly that took a bit longer than expected because Anna was drunk and it was hard for her to fully understand what Austin was telling her. While they were busy talking you grabbed a red solo cup and poured a bit more vodka in to what appeared to be soda and drank it. Austin placed his hand on your wrist gently, motioning for you to put down the cup. “Heyyy no no no. You need to get home y/n. Come on.” He said in a caring tone before grabbing your hand and leading you out of the house. You turned around and looked at Anna and waved bye with your free hand. She pointed to Austin and mouthed the words “Marry him. Husband material.” You just rolled your eyes and continued to follow Austin to the car.

On the drive back to Austin’s house, you broke the silence by asking a question you had dreaded all night. “Hey Aus…can I ask you something…” His focus was on the road but he nodded. “So…I have to go pick up James from the Airport tomorrow…would you mind coming with me..?” A heavy sigh came from Austin as he used his free hand to run his fingers through his hair. “Baby..You know I-“ “-I know you don’t like him. I’m not asking for you to. All I’m asking is that you be there. It would make me feel a lot better if you went with me Aus… please..” You pleaded. It was a while before Austin said anything. He finally responded with a sigh before saying “Fine.”

When Austin pulled the car up to his house, he made sure you got out okay and lead you to his bedroom. You slurred an “okay” as you plopped down onto his bed and almost instantly fell asleep, the last words in your head being what Anna mouthed to you as you left the party: “Marry him. Husband Material.”

I really want to make this a series you guys!! Ido about you but I’m really loving how this is turning out!!!

Part 3??? Lmk!!! 😉

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So about legacies, idk if this is something you've discussed before but can you talk more about lucemond's sexual dynamic? Luke my man is out there just doing anal with 0 prep just horniness & cooking oil (optional) to ease the way then they're straight to a sex marathon (i love these losers). Also you're so good at smut????? The sex in the red keep had me blushing with how aemond's desire to consume lucerys was just simmering and how he seems to want lucerys always, like from the first chapter

Though is Lucerys attracted to roughness in sex because of his first time or does it have root in his childhood and life or is it just plain liking it rough?

His first time with Aemond had me horrified honestly (as sexy as it was) because he came out bleeding and in pain and that part was never acknowledged, like Aemond didn't spare a "sorry" or "oops" even for mistaking him for Alys. I assume he might've been with rhaena at the time so is that another time he cheated (even if unintentionally) or just another instance of something massive happening that he spoke to no one about? Though he gives off the vibe of an artist who puts himself through hell, just anything and everything for the sake of his music, his random bursts of anger (and how they relate to sex) unsettle me, something's off about him. (The custody battle he was caught in alongside a resentful grandmother for a mentor are enough to mess him up though)

Hope I'm not overanalysing things I'm just interested in this part!

oooo this is something i've been dying to talk about,,, thank you for asking hehe <3

everything you said is pretty on the nose. one of the main ideas that began saturating legacies as a concept is the dark side of obsession, how that can mix with pleasure, and especially self-image as they’re all celebrities/musicians.

lucerys is definitely very off as an individual and we can really see that through his and aemond’s hook ups. the very first time they do it, he’s hinted that he’s already prepped himself in the shower during a thunderstorm when he’s absolutely terrified and paranoid. and even in the prequel, there’s a line i threw in where luke has become hyperseuxal and masturbates in his bedroom despite all of the childish mementos such as the teddy bears watching him. he sees it as a coping mechanism and uses it as an emotional crutch at times. and combined with luke’s poor self-image, seeking pain during sex comes from that. aemond is his way of securing those moments, through their first time together and then every time afterward. he’s being absolutely used like a rag doll and that’s the appealing aspect to him. he dissociates and equates himself to an object, like in ‘all apologies’ when he feels like an actual instrument that’s being used and abused for the player’s own gratification. it’s super weird and it does relate to his childhood with rhaenys and always being overwhelmed with being perfect/acutely aware of himself so she doesn’t reprimand him. he’s so used to being in control and with aemond, he gets to let go.

as for his relationship with rhaena, before him and aemond being together, they were just engaged to be engaged. super platonic since luke focused on his music and only saw their circumstances as they were; arranged and a way to secure his spot as corlys’ heir. afterwards though (which i think i might do more touching on within this next chapter but idk bc it’s already so long) it grows into something much more… developed i guess is the word. lucerys threw a remark at aemond about how he and rhaena did it whenever he felt like it, and i feel like that already says a lot about how lucerys was in that dynamic pertaining sex. and again, it all boils down to how luke feels about his sexuality— the men he’s been surrounded by cheating on their spouses and then being forgiven is kind of a reminder to him that he’s just one of the guys. he’s got the velaryon surname while being only half-targaryen which does led to him wanting to compensate and involves his whole bickering match with aemond about how he’s different. how he’ll never be one of them.

but yeah aemond’s characterization in this fic is much more lax compared to his usual portrayals in my other stories. he’s kind of just a failson who doesn’t care about other peoples affairs unless they directly affect him, which shows a lot of the time as he can be really insensitive during serious moments. so when the reveal does come out and the moments do come where luke is hurt, he mostly centers himself in the situations/doesn’t acknowledge it because lucerys doesn’t. saying sorry isn’t something aemond’s used to because if it isn’t hurting him currently, then why should he be apologetic?

omg but tyyy!!! i really don't feel like writing smut is my forte since i have more fun with like dialogue and detail but whoop! i'll take it <333

#lucemond #fic: legacies #the generational trauma is really looking strong with them #we will get rhaena crumbs this chapter though #it may make readers dislike lucerys even more though hehe #offsasks

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peterpparkrr · 1 year

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like real people do (pt 3)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x pianist!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: You and Eddie start spending time together.

A/N: The years start coming and they don’t stop coming! This is pure fluff and that is all that I will write for these two. #sorrynotsorry

(also thank you to everyone who voted in my lil poll, I'm obsessed with them and love being able to check in with y’all and see what you want me to write more of)

part 1 part 2 // part 4

“Hey,” Eddie calls out as the bell above the door jingles.

“Hi, Eddiie,” You reply a bit breathlessly as you look up from the guitars you’re doing an inventory of.

He makes his way over to where you’re working and you smile a bit shyly back at him.

“Inventory day,” You reply to the question he hasn’t asked yet.

You had a good time with him last Tuesday night. Really good. He’d driven you home. And you’d kissed him. And honestly, everything had felt perfect. Until you were laying in bed trying to fall asleep and wondered if he thought you were insane for kissing him goodnight and then running into your house.

You’d flirted all night. And he’d bought you a drink. And then offered to drive you home. Surely those were signs that he liked you. Right before you kissed him he told you that he wanted to be more than friends.

And he’d let you kiss him. It hadn’t been as thorough of a kiss as it might have needed to be for you to be certain. It was limited by the physical limitations of the front seat of his van, but he’d seemed to like it. And boys don’t let girls kiss them if they don’t like them, right?

Those concerns were pushed into the back of your mind as Eddie glanced at the display guitars you were marking down.

“May I?” He asked as he gestured to them.

“Sure,” You reply as he picks up an acoustic guitar and strums it quietly while you watch him like a hawk.

You watch his fingers fly deftly over the strings as he strums a quiet melody absentmindedly. And you try not to dwell on all the other things those fingers must be good at as you force yourself to look back up at his face.

He’s smiling at you when your eyes find his and you can’t help but mirror the expression.

“What can I do for you today, Eddie?” You ask him curiously.

“We have band practice tomorrow after school,” Eddie tells you. “I thought… maybe you could come.”

He doesn’t phrase it as a question but you can tell he’s a bit hesitant.

“Like a groupie?” You ask. Your eyes shine brightly as you look back at Eddie curiously.

“I was thinking maybe your musical prodigy ears could give us some pointers,” Eddie explains. “But if you want to be a groupie that can be arranged, too,” He adds with a small smirk.

He honestly just wants the excuse to spend more time with you. And you share a love of music, so what could be better than having you come to listen to the band again? Unless you’d been lying about liking Corroded Coffin’s sound.

You don’t seem like the kind of girl to lie about something like that. Especially when there’s nothing you could possibly gain from lying to him, but Eddie doesn’t fully understand how girls’ minds work so he’d never fully discount it.

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” You reply with a nod.

“Cool,” Eddie replies with a grin as he nods back at you. “I’ll see you then.”

Eddie sets down the guitar before heading for the exit. Feeling terribly pleased with himself.

“Oh!” Eddie shouts as he’s halfway out the door. “We practice at Gareth’s house! 247 Westmont Street!”

You laugh but nod at his head as it sticks through the partially opened door with the rest of his body remaining outside.

“I’ll be there,” You assure him again before he grins and the door closes with another ring of the bell before you turn back to your work.

What do you wear to a Corroded Coffin band practice?

You’d pondered that question for so long this morning that you’d almost been late for school and ended up just putting on your usual clothes and hoping no one would look at you too long this afternoon.

Gareth Emerson’s house wasn’t too far from your own, just a couple blocks down so you’d planned on taking the bus home and walking over. But after the final bell, Eddie was leaning against the locker beside yours.

“I thought we could drive over together,” He explains before you switch out your books for the ones you need for your homework tonight and you head out to the parking lot together.

You and Eddie chat about nothing and everything during the short drive.

When you pull up to Gareth’s you hop out of the van and throw your backpack over one shoulder as Eddie leads you into the garage.

The rest of the band was in the middle of warming up when you arrived but stopped when they saw you guys approaching, glancing up at you curiously.

Eddie introduces you to the band.

“And this is Gareth, Jeff, and Grant,” Eddie introduces each of the guys as he points to each one and they acknowledge you.

“Hi,” You greet them with an awkward wave.

“You can sit, we’ve got to hash out a few things and then we’ll play something for you,” Eddie tells you.

You sit down on the couch in the corner of the garage. Letting yourself slowly sink down into it as Eddie and the others talk amongst themselves.

Well, mostly Eddie is just arguing with them about who gets to take the melody.

You’re about ready to pull out your Calc homework and keep yourself busy with something then the opening chords of Master of Puppets come screeching through the amp.

You grin as you look up at Eddie to see him absolutely wailing away on his guitar. His eyes closed and his head tilted back slightly as he completely loses himself in the music.

It may be the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed. The way he’s so focused on the music that the rest of the world disappears.

You’ve felt that feeling before yourself, but the way Eddie looks as he plays through the opening is undeniably hot.

The rest of the band comes in and it’s impressive the way they match each other so effortlessly, you can tell they’ve been playing together for a long time.

When they’ve finished the song you applaud them enthusiastically.

“That was great!” You tell him earnestly. “Wow!”

“Any notes?” Eddie asks as he gestures for you to come over to the group.

“Are you kidding? I felt like I was listening to my Metalica record,” You tell him. You have no interest in giving unwanted comments to fellow musicians. Especially a band who you want to have like you. The temperaments of musicians are no stranger to you, and you know if you overstep these guys will hate you for the rest of their lives.

“Are you sure? We’re happy to take critique, honest,” He pushes.

Gareth scoffs quietly from behind his drum set.

“Only you would get off on your girl critiquing you,” He teases Eddie with a shake of his head.

You try not to dwell on the insinuations of Gareth’s comment and when you finally glance back at Eddie he’s just nodding at you encouragingly.

“You got out of sync on the bridge, but that’s just because you need to practice together more,” You finally say. “I can tell you all love the song so much that you’ve all been learning it on your own. It makes it hard for you to blend because you’re listening to yourselves and not each other while you’re playing.”

Your eyes flicker around the group as each other guys silently stare back at you.

“Sorry, forget I said anything,” You apologize hastily. “I don’t know anything about this kind of music, I just-”

“No! No, that’s actually really helpful,” Gareth tells you with a small, reassuring smile. “Thanks.”

“Yeah,” Jeff agrees. “What about the keyboard during the verse? There’s no part so I’ve been toying with it as we go,” He explains.

“You’ve been transposing this keyboard line?” You ask as you step over to where he’s standing behind his keyboard and peer down at his handwritten sheet music.

“Yeah,” He replies as you flip through the papers.

“Jeff, you’re amazing,” You tell him as you look up at him in wonder.

“Um. Thanks,” He replies.

“Seriously,” You assure him. “Maybe something like this for the verse though? Dropping to a harmony will give you some depth and really make it your own,” You tell him as you glance down at his music one last time before putting together a non-diatonic harmony, pulling out some unused notes as you adjust the cords of the melody.

You work your way through the verse as quickly as you can while sight reading and improvising your way through the new idea.

“Wait, play that again,” Jeff prompts once you’ve finished.

You try to replicate the idea as best you can remember as Jeff studies your hands.

“That’s genius,” Jeff says when you look up. “I’m going to need a few minutes to jot that down.”

“Go for it! The diatonic harmony might sound more natural and places, but play with it, make it your guys’ own,” You tell him with a nod as you step back from Jeff’s keyboard to make your way back to the sofa.

Eddie catches your wrist as you walk past him.

“That was amazing,” He tells you.

“It’s no biggie,” You try to tell him with a shake of your head.

“I beg to differ,” He argues. “It was hot. Watching you play so effortlessly,” He adds.

The guys play a few more songs once they come to a good place on Master of Puppets before wrapping up. They pack up quickly before Eddie comes over to you and offers you a hand.

“I’m just a few blocks down,” You tell him as he pulls you up from the couch.

“I’ll walk you home,” He says.

“I had a lot of fun,” You tell him as you head down the sidewalk together.

“Me too, it was nice to get a fresh perspective,” Eddie replies honestly.

He’d been able to tell you had thoughts when he’d finally looked over at where you’d been sitting on the couch. It was written all over your face that you were holding back. And he’d been right. Plus the advice you’d given the group had really helped. They’d be a better band with someone like you willing to give their input.

“Are you just using me for my musical talent, Eddie Munson?” You tease him with a smile.

“No,” Eddie answers honestly. The truth remains. He just liked being able to look over while he was playing and see you sitting there listening. “But it is a nice perk.”

“Do you think the guys like me?” You ask him curiously.

“Yeah, Jeff might be half in love with you after today,” Eddie admits. Jeff had asked you half a dozen questions while the rest of the guys wrapped up the cords and put their gear away.

You told him you’d bring him some music and give it to him at lunch tomorrow. Eddie didn’t know if he’d ever seen Jeff smile so brightly at someone.

“Are you jealous?” You ask with a teasing look as you glance over at him.

“No,” Eddie replies a bit too quickly. “Maybe a little,” He amends with a sheepish smile.

“I’ve been thinking about kissing you since your guitar solo,” You admit when Edddie turns away again. Figuring that if he’s being honest with you, you should be honest with him too.

“Yeah?” He asks as he stops walking and turns to look back over at you.

Your cheeks warming as you nod back at him.

“Yeah,” You reply as you push your hands into your pockets. “But I think I’m supposed to wait for you to kiss me this time.”

“Well, I hate the thought of keeping a lady waiting,” He admits as he takes a step towards you. His hands coming up to cup your jaw as he presses his lips to yours.

Your own hands find purchase in his hair and around his neck as you pull him closer to you, deepening the kiss before you remember that you’re standing on the sidewalk in front of your house.

You pull away and stare back at Eddie as you try to catch your breath.

“I really like you, Eddie,” You tell him.

“I really like you too,” Eddie replies.

“I should go inside before my neighbors call the cops on us for indecent behavior,” You tell him as you step away from him reluctantly. “See you at school tomorrow? Lunch?”

“Yeah,” He replies as you walk up to your front door.

And Eddie watches you step inside for the second time with the overwhelming feeling that he is on the precipice of something he’s never experienced before.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #stranger things imagines #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #eddie munnson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things reader insert #eddie munson reader insert #eddie munson x you

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vyvesvi · 4 months

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just started asia super young 😅 funny how a show can seem super popular when you're out of the loop but when you finally start watching it's crickets

this is my first time watching a youku show, i like the pacing BUT I HATE the fact that they cut so much from the free eps (free is 1 hr vip is 2.5+ 🫠). so like the irresponsible working adult i am i committed to monthly subscription (that i WILL remember to cancel the day the finale airs 😁). the other thing that i find really disappointing is that free voting on the youku app doesn't count towards their rank, it's just for extra promo 🫠 apparently you need to pay separately through their site or have a weibo associated with a mainland # (acc to fans based in hk w weibo accounts they can't even vote. when the show is filming in hk. and conducted half in canto.)

but i WILL be tuning in even though im desperately confused about everything. i watched eps 1 - 3 using the free version so im gonna do a quick recap and hopefully start catching up with the extra content tomorrow 🙏

ASY PICKS (based on ep 1 - 3)

ults: gemini (hoàng huệhùng/huang huixiong) & albert (aihe)

these two...how could you not say cunt. gemini is a 99 liner from vietnam, a short king, his nose is pierced, his dancing is clean, and his vocals are great. does he speak chinese? no. but does he serve face? like his life depends on it (because it does). he's already on my list of survival show contestants who will live on in my brain in perpetuity. aihe is the other main slayer from the same audition group (medusa). just look at him. he walked out and i went bitch???? he's like if hu yetao and xue bayi had a baby that was mad as hell. he's an 03 liner from xinjiang, pretty good vocals, and great dance skills. had to use that shitty laptop pic bc it just radiates his whole vibe.

i like you!: vic (zhang shengxi), orenda (shuhao), walker (wang kun), kong sonhei (jiang xinxi), & karl (ting tzelong)

vic is a 2000 liner & and member of enone. his rank is so oddly low bc he gets pretty good screentime and is very talented?

shuhao is a 2000 liner. he wasnt a pick until he did his solo rap but he's the best rapper, undisputed, on this show. plus he composed & produced & wrote & arranged their group's whole audition song? kingie.

walker is an 05 liner with a musical theatre background. to me he has a very broadcaster type face - kind and open. i noticed him mostly for how he was taking care of his younger audition partner, it was very very cute 🙄(🥹).

xinxi is an 02 liner & a member of the yuehua brigade. member of the bg boyhood (all of whom are competing) and i believe the theme song center. but more importantly, he's my birthday buddy!😁🥳 i'll admit to noticing him first bc of the bday thing - i was actually pretty unimpressed by boyhood's audition. still, he's a very good/solid boy group member to have.

karl (ting tzelong) is a 97 liner with roots in canada & hong kong. he's a Fantastic singer and was the runner up in the mr. hong kong contest? don't think he can dance but that voice, singing or speaking...

i know you & ur fun: ollie

ollie (06, under yuehua) was on boys planet so im very familiar with him (side note but this show has so many former iqiyi show contestants but none from tencent 😭). honestly he's not a pick for me but i like his energy, he's a great variety member. also i don't want to see him lose so 😭 that said i've always thought he raps like he's reading a children's book but he's graduated to slam poetry🎉

hmmm: sky (zhao tianyi)

so. sky's audition was iconic. this 14 y/o kid sang, rapped, played the piano, synths, talkbox, did streetdance, and jumped into a split. he clearly loves music & is very intense about follow this passion. but 1) he's 14. 2) he clearly wants to be a soloist, thus far i can't see a single team player bone in his body. these things combined have put him lower on my list (i especially didn't really care for how he interacted with gemini during the team selection but we'll see if that continues in ep 4). but he's here currently for his talent.

keeping an eye out: archie (sin ching fung), hugo (wong singcheuk) & service (sun xiaowei)

archie (98) is a singer, he sings! but honestly so many ppl on this show are good & he can't really dance so...we'll see

hugo (03, apex member) ...in his audition he looked like a member of my token bg POW lol. he has a lot of potential i just need to see more

service (03) i saw some star potential in his audition, we'll see

#asia super young #asy #t watches tv #gemini #huixiong #aihe #vic #wong singcheuk #zhang shengxi #the way i already watched ep 4 but i already typed all this

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🥂💋 from Spencer

Champagne Kisses || Accepting They settled the matter like the civilised and educated folk they are. A coffee-fuelled, two day straight game of Trivial Pursuit ~classic Genus I and the 25th anniversary editions~ and she almost had him on the sports and the music questions. He was impressed with her Whovian universe knowledge, and she was impressed by his anatomical knowledge and even complimented him insofar as he could have passed the MCATs. At no point did she so much as hint that his PHDs did not make him a 'real' doctor. Her downfall came when he had to answer Arts and Literature for his final wedge. She took one look at the question, flung the little brown plastic piece at him and amidst teasing laughter, made a very unladylike hand gesture. Spencer will have the distinction of being the only person beyond her brother ~and siblings don't count~ to have ever seen her do it. So here they are at the BAU's New Year's Eve gathering, arranged by Penelope, whom Beth as to admit she loves like no one else on his team. She has a quiet conversation with Rossi ~Call me David~ and is glad that maybe just maybe Spencer has a second surrogate father. Though honestly, she doesn't imagine that he will ever get over the loss of Jason Gideon. Tonight isn't the kind of night that you think about things like that, and so Beth does her best to sparkle like the lights and keep things light. Maybe the things she likes best about all of this is how effortlessly he seems to be himself amongst his co-workers, his family really, with only a little good-natured teasing now again. How brightly he shines amongst them. And she can't help but watch his face animate with an expression of unmistakable adoration. And maybe because they're responsible folks, the party ends just after ten in the evening. The car service picks them up, mostly because Beth doesn't want Spencer taking the metro at this time of night, and especially not on New Years. She tells the driver they'll be going to Georgetown, and she smiles shyly when he raises a brow and looks at her with those big, questioning eyes. She promises if he has a case in the morning, she'll give him a lift. By the time they reach Beth's door, Spencer is adorned with her sheer black silk wrap around his neck. Her heels ~they add exactly six inches to her height and she's still too short~ are kicked off before she uses key and turns off the alarm. "Irish all have 'may the road rise up to meet you' sort of blessings. In Hawai'i, before Cook, before our illegal occupation? We celebrated Makahiki, a time for rest of people and land, when no war could be made." She searches around in where she meant to go with this, but no, Beth has sort of lost the plot on this one. "Toast in dere somewhere," she murmurs and reaches up. Her hands frame his jaw as she stands a tip-toe and pulls him down without a lot of prompting. She means to offer him a sweet kiss, a gentle one. But instead, it's all fire and fire works, ten minutes early. One she breaks only briefly to whisper his name around the kiss before returning to his mouth, just as hungry as before.

#ifyoucatchacriminal #Only the Clockwork|Dr Spencer Reid #Magnet and Spring|Spencer and Beth #Pirouette in the Dark|Criminal Minds au #Capitol|Washington DC

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miniscule-meow · 1 year

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Something Unexpected (16)

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Wordcount: ~2.3k

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The party for their engagement finally rolls around. The staff around the castle had been in a dither about it for weeks. Day after day Princess Larkspur has had to sit, literally chained to a table making decisions that really have no point whatsoever. It was completely asinine. A group of ladies crowd around the table showing her different swatches of fabric, holding different gatherings of flowers. They ask millions of questions, what’s the color scheme, what type of flowers does she prefer, how should the table settings look, what color should the napkins be. They went on and on and on. It made her want to chew her own leg off so she could finally be free of the bindings and just fly out of there. She wanted to scream, “I don’t care!” at the top of her lungs, over and over again.

But she quells her frustrations thinking back to the conversation that Prince Oliver had with her. He told her to play by his rules and to be on her best behavior and that might earn her some better treatment. Do the opposite, and it isn’t hard to see how things could become so much worse. So, she figures she might be able to earn herself some extra freedoms here by playing nice. And besides, it might impress the right people if she does a good job, and that might earn her extra freedoms as well. At this point, she would do nearly anything to not have to wear the golden chain and be escorted around the palace.

The guards walk her about like some kind of dog, it is humiliating. At the very least, these ladies appear to be valuing her opinion. No matter how annoying it is, they are actually listening to her, she has to give them that. She is being treated like a proper princess, fulfilling the duties she is called to do. Apparently, if she had grown up in this cursed, backwards human society, this is the very thing any young girl would dream about doing. So, she picked floral arrangements, and she picked colors. She even entertained the subject of tablecloths and napkins for about two hours.

It takes the whole day for everyone to get her ready for the party. Her makeup is done for her, in her opinion it is entirely too detailed to be seen by any of the humans in attendance, but no one asks her. Her hair is twisted half up in an several elegant braids that come together elaborately into a neat bun, the rest is left flowing over her back in copper waves. She wears a green dress that is honestly stunning. It hugs her waist just so, and the skirts flow gently to her ankles. The front has a high halter neckline with a plunging golden mesh section that goes down nearly to her bellybutton. The back is nonexistent, allowing her wings free range of movement behind her.

Her wings shimmer with fine fairy-made jewelry that doesn’t incumber her flight, not that she imagines she’ll be doing much flying. She is absolutely dripping with jewels. The whole outfit is of course ruined by the golden band that is locked onto her ankle as she steps out of the room set aside for the fairies. Prince Oliver meets her at the door.

“Princess.” His voice is low, and formal. He barely even looks at her. He’s handed her chain and he simply attaches her to his lapel. “You may rest upon my shoulder.” He says this in a way that doesn't seem to be a suggestion.

Her stomach turns knowing that she spent all day getting all done up like this, just to be an accessory on his jacket. She’ll have to be his perfect little boutonniere. She grimaces and perches herself on his shoulder as he directed her to, unsure of where else she would even go.

This is going to be incredibly boring. She thinks dryly as Prince Oliver leads her into the grand ball room. Music is playing lightly from a string quartet across the room. So many humans are already milling about. The lady’s dresses all look heavy and dull, the men’s suits look incredibly stiff. This certainly isn’t a party for fairies. Lark isn’t convinced that this is even what a party for humans is supposed to be.

It’s so dull, everything is so rigid. Especially watching the humans perform their so-called dances. Everyone moves about like clockwork. Everything is so specific and planned. Of course, she cannot join in. She asked Prince Oliver if he wanted to dance, and he huffed a short mirthless laugh in response. She supposes she is much too small to participate, so she is stuck observing from the sidelines. At least Prince Oliver has to sit and watch and be just as bored as she is.

The night dredges on at a snail’s pace. People crowd around them, talking to the prince, and ignoring her completely. Or, they step too close to coo over her like she’s some exotic hamster with wings. Some cringe at her from a distance, as though she were some over-sized moth. She catches a group of ladies sneering over at her, then giggling and whispering to one another. Certainly they’re jealous that a “little thing” like her could have taken the prince’s hand away from them. Not that they would have had a chance anyway. Lark is very impressed that she is able to keep herself from rolling her eyes. I would gladly trade places with you, if I could. She thinks bitterly.

The monotony of the party drags on, but the worst part absolutely has to be the eating. All the humans are gathered together at one long banquet table. She is ceremoniously unpinned from her captor’s- or rather- her prince’s lapel, and she is affixed to her own place at the table. She is just on the table, level with the plates. They couldn’t be bothered to give her an elevated place, though they did make a single table her size for her to sit at. She supposes she should be grateful for that at least.

She feels an aching loneliness inside her heart. How grand it could have been, where her prince not a tyrant, where this kingdom not so monstrous. This party could have intermingled fairies and humans together in one crowd. This party could have symbolized a coming together of the kingdoms. This party could have actually been fun. But no. She is the lone fairy in the crowd, an oddity, a prize that has been won. This is only punctuated by her sitting alone in a sea of humans looking down on her, if they decide to pay any mind to her at all.

Before her is a mass of shifting hands, and walls of bodies. Everything is so loud. Cutlery scraping over plates, everyone is shouting and laughing and chewing. A hundred things are happening all at once, and she feels like she might explode.

It all comes to a head in one slow-motion moment. A glass is carelessly tipped over, spilling its contents all over her. It soaks her beautiful emerald gown with wine and the rolling glass shoves her little table clear to the floor. She flies up, out of the way of the glass, and is quickly smacked out of the air, engulfed in a palm. She is whisked up and away from the danger but the chain connecting her to the table snags taut and jerks her leg painfully. She lets out a small shout as Prince Oliver mumbles a curse under his breath.

She realizes all at once that this is the first time that he’s held her. Every other time they have interacted he has elected to touch her as little as possible. A guard would place him where he wanted her, and deal with her chains. Perching on his shoulder earlier today was the closest they had been. But now, his fingers completely surround her. He holds her just a little too tight. She feels her heart hammering against her chest, her wings pressed uncomfortably, but not painfully, against herself. She finds it hard to breathe with her face squished against his massive digits and his fingers constricting her ribs. She squeezes her eyes shut and tries to pretend that she isn’t being semi-suffocated by his clumsy fingers. She supposes she should be glad that she doesn’t have to bear the weight of a table full of humans resting their eyes solely on her. Think positively Lark.

Once he gets her unchained, he holds her cupped in both hands, like a child that has just caught a firefly. He excuses himself and carries her off, away from the noise of the party.

He plops her soggy form down onto a bathroom counter, letting the chain fall limp around her. The first thing he does is not check on her. Instead, he first washes his hands, drying them before taking off his jacket and setting it neatly aside. She looks down at her dripping gown, trying to wring out some of the wine as he rolls up his sleeves. He turns the faucet on once more, testing the water temperature with a finger before he collects her in his hand. Wordlessly, he brings her under the stream of water.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” She shouts, completely soaked through. He jerks her backwards, out of the water as she sputters.

“What? Too hot?” He reaches a hand forward to check the water temperature again. She pushes wet hair out of her face to more properly glare at him.

“No! You are trying to drown me!” She shouts, all of the fear and humiliation from the night threatening to boil over in this moment

“I am not. I am just trying to help.” He furrows his brow down at her, setting her down with a wet plop and shutting off the faucet. Obviously, he doesn’t understand how being held in a loose fist and doused under a waterfall would not be helping the situation.

“You are not helping! This is so much worse! How would this not be worse?!” She flexes and balls her hands a few times, trying to calm herself down, trying not to cry. “Can’t you just take me back to the room and let me put something else on? This dress is ruined, my hair is ruined, my makeup is ruined.” She huffs, exasperated. “I’m fine, by the way. Not that you asked." She glowers a moment before adding "And my leg hurts, thanks to you and your stupid chain, but aside from all that, I guess I’m fine!” She’s shaking with rage.

Prince Oliver doesn’t even apologize. He frowns down at her, and nods. He dries his hands and collects his jacket. He picks up the end of her chain, like he’s going to walk with her down the hall like the guards to. If she were his size she thinks she would try to strangle him.

“Well?” He says, obviously impatient.

“I. Can’t. Fly.” She shoots back, obviously equally impatient.

“What do you mean you can’t fly?” He furrows his brow again. He does that a lot, she hopes he gets wrinkles.

“I mean I can’t fly! My wings are soaked, but who’s fault is that.” She sneers up at him.

“Tch. Fine.” He collects her in his hands again. It’s just as uncomfortable as it was the first time. Maybe even more so considering that she’s absolutely drenched now. It's clear that doesn’t like holding her. Well good. She thinks, because she doesn’t like being held.

She gets herself cleaned up, with the help of her ladies in waiting. They all of course want to know what happened, and after that they just want to gossip about the party. It must all be so romantic and exciting to them. She grimaces, but lets them keep their fantasy. Rose colored glasses and all.

They dry her wings, put her hair up in an attempt to mask how wet it is, and her makeup is re-done. She wears a new dress. This one is powder blue with sheer puffy sleeves that come to a cuff at her wrists. The top ties behind her neck, but the bodice is corseted below her wings. The skirt billows around her, though stops just below her knees. Oh, these humans will be so scandalized when they can see her ankles and her shins. Good, she hopes it makes one of them faint.

She is escorted back to the door, there is a landing in the human sized door where a fairy sized door is cut out. As she reaches for the doorknob she catches the tail end of a conversation.

“…A shame that you have to babysit that little insect.” It’s a woman’s voice. Prince Oliver grumbles something in response, but notably does not defend her. “You must not be having any fun at all.” She can hear the pout in her voice through the door.

“It’s not about me. It’s about my kingdom.” He says nobly, Lark rolls her eyes while she can. She clenches her jaw and quietly peaks out the door. She sees the prince and some lady that she might have met in passing at the party. She’s pressed up against him, her arms slung over his shoulders, he has his arms caught around her waist and is holding her close to him. Lark quickly retreats back behind the door, her stomach twisting itself into knots. She wasn’t foolish enough to think that her and that monster could fall in love or anything, but the realization drops in the pit of her stomach. This is how it is going to be. He will have his love, and she will be the decoration adorning his lapel. What a sorry existence.

But what he said is true for her as well. It isn’t about her. It’s about her kingdom. The sacrifice of her freedom right now is saving all of the innocent families back home from unimaginable suffering. The tension between her kingdom and the human’s kingdom was only getting worse and this arrangement brings peace.

If she was being honest, it could be worse. She could be locked in a metal cage; she could be starved; she could be dead. She’s still a princess. She goes to banquets; she wears fine gowns. So what if she’s kept on a leash and has no one to talk to. It’s for her kingdom. She nods thinking to herself, Alright. peptalk over, lets go finish this heinous night.

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And They Were Roommates...

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“So…I need to find a new place to live,” Jimin said during a lull in the conversation at dinner. He had a standing weekly dinner with Taehyung which had become a standing dinner at Taehyung’s apartment that he shared with his boyfriends since moving in together.

Jimin loved Namjoon and Jin so it wasn’t a hardship to spend time with them, but they were also the reason that he now needed to find a new living arrangement.

Having been roommates with Taehyung for six years - all four years of college and the two after graduating - left him in an odd position when his best friend broke the news that he was moving out.

Letting go of their beloved two-bedroom place near SNU, Jimin opted for a studio over the past six months while Taehyung was enjoying his new place with his boyfriends.

Jimin could easily maintain the rent alone, but the complex was loud all hours of the night and the maintenance support was non-existent.

“Honestly, yeah you do. You look exhausted, Min,” Taehyung replied, having a slight amount of guilt for leaving his best friend on his own. He knew that Jimin was never upset with him, being his number-one supporter in his relationship, but it was still hard to see him struggling in his new place.

“I want to get out of the college area, but I would need a roommate to move closer to you guys. I make more than enough for my neighborhood, but I would have to get a second job to afford even a studio over here,” Jimin explained, feeling a little sorry for himself that he was still the lone bachelor in their friend group with no other close friends to consider asking.

Namjoon seemed to think something over for a moment and then offered, “Well, I do know that the younger producer on our team is looking for a roommate. He is dealing with a similar situation. His college roommate just ducked out to move in with his girlfriend and he would like to get somebody to fill the open space.”

Jimin hesitated for a moment, not with distrust for Namjoon but not entirely loving the idea of living with someone he didn’t know. “I…tell me about him.”

“He’s a nice guy, really talented. Kind of a workaholic so you honestly might not see him that much, I feel like he’s always in his studio working on something. Yoongi likes him so that says a lot,” Namjoon responded, trying to think of other selling points for his friend.

“What’s his name? I might look him up,” Jimin said, considering it more since the guy knew Namjoon and Yoongi who he trusted.

“Jeon Jungkook.”

Jimin paused and looked up at Namjoon with a furrowed brow. “Do you know if he is from Busan?”

“Oh, uh, yeah he is. You know him?” Namjoon asked, watching as Taehyung and Jin both seemed much more interested in the conversation.

Jimin nodded, “I think so. There was a Jeon Jungkook at Busan Arts with me. I remember that he was deadset on becoming a producer, super passionate kid so it would make sense if he reached his goal.”

“Sounds like Gguk, he literally has some quote about passion tattooed on his arm,” Namjoon replied.

“Huh, small world,” Jimin mumbled as he set his phone back down.

“I think you should definitely at least talk to him about it if you know him. Were you friends with him at all?” Taehyung asked, wanting to ensure that his best friend ended up in a better but also safe living situation.

Jimin shrugged as he thought it over. “Not really, more like acquaintances. I would be surprised if he even remembered me. We did like one project together in a music theory class and he used to do the sound engineering for our dance performances. He was nice, just quiet.”

“I mean, that’s still more than living with a total stranger. Maybe it could work in your favor, if you know what I mean,” Jin said with an exaggerated wink making them all laugh.

“Eh, I don’t know about that. He was never really my type,” Jimin replied simply knowing that Taehyung was the only one at the table who knew what that meant.

Over many drunk nights in college, the pair lay in one of their beds and talked about anything and everything - including their preferences in relationships.

Jimin had always known that he was into what described as heftier guys. Well aware that he had a bit of size kink, enjoying being small next to his partner who may be strong enough to haul him around to emphasize his light frame.

The Jungkook that he remembered was a scrawny kid who spent his days behind a computer screen working on something and did not come close to Jimin’s desired image of a significant other.

“You never know, Jiminie - it’s been years since you have seen him. Maybe he’s the one for you now,” Taehyung said teasingly, making the other laugh and shake his head.

“Alright, we’ll see, I don’t even know if the roommate situation will work out yet, let alone thinking about dating,” Jimin responded, sounding a bit indifferent on the dating talk even though the others know that he would love to find a solid relationship soon.

“Joonie, could you maybe just see if he would be interested? Tell him no pressure or anything.”

Namjoon nodded and made a note for himself on his phone. “Sure thing, Jimin-ah. I’ll keep you updated.”

—

“Park Jimin? Holy shit, hyung, like the Park Jimin from Busan Arts. I don't think that will work,” Jungkook replied, eyes wide when Namjoon brought it up at work on the following Monday.

Namjoon was shocked considering Jimin’s indifferent reaction to Jungkook. “Oh, is there bad blood or something? I’m sorry if I put you in a weird spot.”

Jungkook shook his head and started to pace the room. “No, honestly the opposite, just…oh my God, this is so embarrassing, but I had a massive fucking crush on Jimin in high school. Like turn into a stuttering mess and stare at him across the room teen-movie type of crush. I literally used to write songs about it.”

Namjoon couldn’t stop his jaw from dropping slightly, itching to call his boyfriends and share the update with them right away. “This could be your chance, Gguk! Jimin is single and definitely looking for a relationship. Maybe now is the right time.”

“I…um, I don’t think that will happen, hyung. I just…I’m not really the same as I was back then. If I didn’t have a chance then, I definitely don’t have a chance now,” Jungkook admitted, his expression looking like a mix of shy embarrassment and insecurity.

“No one is the same as they are in high school. And you know what, when I brought up your name, Jimin said he remembered you. He only had good things to say.”

Jungkook’s mood shifted slightly, still clearly anxious but also intrigued now. “Oh, well, what did he say?”

Namjoon smiled as he could see that Jungkook was coming around to the idea. “He said that you had been determined to be a music producer and that you did a music theory project together. He said that you were quote ‘a super passionate kid’.”

“Really?” Jungkook asked reflexively, a little glimmer of hope building in him to hear that his high school crush indirectly gave him the best compliment he would ever want to receive.

“Yeah, Jimin said that you were more acquaintances than friends mainly because of your different focuses in school, but he was really open to the idea of talking to you about the roommate situation because he doesn’t want to live with a total stranger, in his words,” Namjoon explained, trying to really sell the idea to him.

Jungkook thought it over for a moment, trying not to freak out over the fact that Jimin considered him close enough to potentially live with. “I will definitely talk to him about the roommate situation. I just don’t think it will be more than that.”

“Gguk, people change all the time. It’s a good thing that you have changed because it means that you have grown and matured since then,” Namjoon tried to counter whatever insecurity the younger was still holding on to.

“It’s not a personality thing. I mean a little bit, but it’s…well, I don’t really look like I did back then - not even close actually.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes. “Jimin is not going to say no because you have some tattoos and piercings now.”

Jungkook shook his head, looking down for a moment with a slight pink tinge filling his cheeks from the embarrassment of saying it out loud.

“No, um, I…it’s just that back in high school I was small, like scrawny. Jimin probably has this image of me being this slim guy, barely 140 pounds soaking wet and now I’m pushing 190 - I have a lot more muscle now and I’m taller but still. In comparison, I’m pretty…hefty compared to back then.”

Namjoon looked at him with an unimpressed expression. “Jungkook, seriously, people age and mature which includes their bodies. You look great, probably the strongest person I know. If you are trying to imply that you are too heavy to date him, that is ridiculous and the Jimin that I know will think the same way. He is literally one of the nicest people I have ever met - Yoongi even likes him so you know he is a good person.”

With a deep sigh, Jungkook thought it over. Namjoon made a good point and he knew that he should be more confident in his body as a lot of his weight was muscle, just with a softness to his middle built from his love of food.

He remembered a conversation with a guy at his gym who said he had the perfect ‘muscle-chub’ physique, whatever that meant, and that Jungkook would be surprised how many people were into that. He just hoped that Jimin was one of those people.

“Alright, I will give it a try, but I get to say ‘I told you so’ when he rejects me. Deal?” Jungkook finally replied, seeming to have agreed for the sake of it rather than actually being on board with Namjoon’s explanation.

“Fine, but I get to say it if you two go fall in love,” Namjoon quipped, laughing at the major eye roll he received in return.

—

Taehyung had spent nearly two hours hyping Jimin up for going to Jungkook’s place for the first time. Namjoon and Jin had convinced him to not say anything to prevent Jimin from making any prior judgment.

What Taehyung conveniently left out from his boyfriends was the fact that Jimin’s interest was going to increase a considerable amount instead of putting him off.

Jimin found himself in the lobby of a nice apartment building a few blocks down from Taehyung’s place which was a huge bonus for him as his current place was at least twenty minutes on a good day.

He looked down at his phone to confirm the number and got buzzed in by security who directed him to a certain elevator, even pushing the button for him.

Once in front of the right apartment door, Jimin paused for a moment and took a deep breath, raising his hand to knock while internally hoping that he didn’t get put in a weird situation to awkwardly reject the offer to be roommates. He tensed slightly when the door opened and then his heart stopped for a moment.

This was not the Jungkook he remembered at all. This Jungkook was quite literally the man of Jimin’s dreams.

Strong thighs, toned biceps wrapped in tattoos, broad shoulders, and a soft belly that was slightly highlighted by his t-shirt as his arm was raised to rest on the doorframe - the perfect image of what he wanted in a partner standing in front of him.

“H-Hey, nice to see you again,” Jimin stuttered out, trying to hide the fact that he was ready to offer Jungkook anything to marry him right that instant.

Jungkook did not seem to notice the state Jimin was in, most likely due to the fact that he was possibly worse off. He felt like he had opened the door for an angel, Jimin being even more beautiful than he was during high school. The dancer was lean and clearly strong but still petite and adorable somehow.

“H-Hi, Jimin, please come in,” Jungkook replied, a similar stumble of his own words as he gestured for Jimin to walk through. His eyes found Jimin’s ass when he walked by and Jungkook nearly dropped to his knees after seeing the smaller’s perky backside.

Jimin looked around the main area, surprised to see how spacious the place was with an open floorplan and floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. Jungkook’s decor was fairly neutral and modern, but Jimin actually liked the overall aesthetic. “Wow, your place is really nice.”

Jungkook was startled, distracted by his own thoughts while he let Jimin walk around. “Sorry, what?”

“I just said your place is really nice. I could totally be comfortable here,” Jimin repeated, adding a bit more after gaining some confidence in seeing Jungkook equally flustered over their meeting.

“Oh, I, uh, I’m glad. Would you like to see the bedroom? I actually have the master because my friend split his time between here and his girlfriend’s place, but I would be willing to switch if it’s a dealbreaker,” Jungkook explained, trying not to sound desperate to sell Jimin on moving in.

Jimin looked at him in surprise. “Don’t be silly! This is your place first, you should keep your room. And I’m not picky, if it’s quiet and safe, I can make anything work.”

Jungkook smiled and directed Jimin down the hallway. He hadn’t expected anything to change, especially when he considered Namjoon’s description, but Jimin really had not changed - still as sweet as ever.

“Well, that’s good. This place has good security and I’ve never had issues with loud neighbors. I may play my music too loud, but you could just throw something at me and tell me to knock it off.”

Jimin laughed, “Good to know. I’ll remember that.”

Both were trying to ignore the fact that they had already accepted the idea of Jimin living there. Jungkook decided to move the focus back to an actual tour and said, “So, this room does have an en suite bathroom and a walk-in closet. You can also add to the general spaces too. I know my style isn’t exactly for everyone.”

“Oh, I really liked your set-up in the living room. I have a studio right now and I sold a lot of stuff when I moved out of my old place so I don’t have much to bring,” Jimin explained, endeared by Jungkook’s offerings before he had even agreed to be his roommate.

“That’s good. I mean, not that you had to sell your stuff, but that you like it,” Jungkook said, quickly stumbling over the second half. His expression was slightly embarrassed as he went to step back out of the bedroom before he could add to his awkwardness.

“I, um, would you like to talk about the lease.”

Jimin smiled brightly, trying to calm Jungkooks’ nerves. The entire interaction was so sweet and he felt himself falling for the other man already. “Yeah, definitely. As long as it isn’t out of my price range, I would be happy to move in.”

Jungkook couldn’t resist returning the smile, happy to hear that Jimin was comfortable and wanted to move in. He hated to admit it, but Namjoon might have been right.

—

Two weeks later, the group was helping Jimin move his stuff into Jungkook’s apartment. Jin and Yoongi had both thanked Jimin for having a small amount of personal belongings while Hoseok and Namjoon both had extended worry, asking Jimin if he had sold so much stuff due to money troubles.

He assured them that it was simply because the studio was much smaller than the space he had before and Jimin intended on filling his space once again now that he actually had room to move.

Taehyung, on the other hand, had taken every opportunity he could to watch his best friend ogle his new roommate move his things around.

Jungkook was absolutely Jimin’s type, making a good show of his strength and size throughout the day. It was only a matter of time before they ended up together, Taehyung was sure of it.

The move-in process went quickly and Jin even offered to buy everyone jajangmyeon. The group ate on the floor of the living room as if they had all moved into a new place together, enjoying a calm afternoon before the others headed home.

Jungkook asked Jimin if he would like to spend the first night in their now-shared apartment having a movie marathon and it was as if the pair had been long-time friends.

Over the course of the next month, Jimin realized that Namjoon was not exaggerating about Jungkook’s working habits. Between Jungkook’s long hours at the studio and the upcoming performance for Jimin’s senior ballet students, the roommates barely saw each other.

Normally, Jimin would not have cared except in this case, he never had the opportunity to explore his feelings with Jungkook. He finally had to tell Taehyung to stop asking for updates because sometimes, he hadn’t even seen his roommate since the last time his best friend had asked.

There had been a few occasions that they were able to share dinner and one night that Jimin was certain Jungkook had covered him in a blanket when he had fallen asleep on the couch.

On the nights that he would cook for himself, Jimin would leave a plate for Jungkook in the fridge while some mornings, Jungkook would leave him a portion of his breakfast.

However, there had been one moment that threw Jimin into an emotional spiral. It was a morning that had him up earlier than his normal time when he caught Jungkook in the kitchen wearing just a towel around his waist while he made his coffee.

Jimin got an eyeful of Jungkook’s broad, muscled back and shoulders accompanied by the plumpness of his sides. He imagined the pleasant sensation of tracing Jungkook's beautiful tattoos across his soft skin.

Taehyung made fun of him for days after finding out hot and bothered Jimin had gotten from just the view of Jungkook’s shirtless body. He took that opportunity to remind his best friend of every embarrassing thing Taehyung admitted to while trying to initiate a relationship with his now boyfriends until his confession was forgotten.

Nearly two months after Jimin had moved in, there was finally a shift between them. Although he couldn’t attend due to a recording session, Jungkook had left a vase of flowers on the kitchen counter for Jimin to find when he returned home from his student’s performance.

Jungkook left him a card of congratulations, noting that choreographing and coaching could be even more challenging than performing so Jimin deserved a gift.

Jimin video-called Taehyung who immediately was ready to fight someone at the sight of his best friend’s tears, only to melt when Jimin explained the reason behind it completely.

Taehyung encouraged Jimin to finally make something happen between them and not lose the chance when Jungkook was clearly trying to show his interest.

The opportunity came that following weekend when Yoongi shockingly requested that the group of seven go out for karaoke for his birthday.

Hoseok had booked a private room with bottle service at a high-end noraebang and set up transportation for them. Once they arrived, Jimin had been caught off guard right away by one of Jungkook’s memories of their high school days.

“I can’t wait to hear Jiminie finally sing. I just know it’s going to be great,” Namjoon declared as they made themselves comfortable in the room, Taehyung and Hoseok immediately filing through the song options.

“Wait, you’ve never done karaoke before?” Jungkook asked, confused as to how a group of young friends had not gone to a noraebang at some point.

Yoongi shook his head. “We have, but on the rare occasions we could actually get Jimin to come, he has never sang.”

Jimin blushed slightly, almost imperceptible under the colored lights in the room, and shrugged. “I’m not about to embarrass myself in front of you guys. You’ll never let me live it down.”

Jungkook tilted his head in confusion. “Jimin, what are you talking about? Your voice is incredible.”

The other five turned to Jungkook in surprise, assuming that he had heard Jimin sing in the shower or something. Although, Taehyung knew that was highly unlikely after living with his best friend for so many years and never hearing a thing.

“Aish, Gguk, no it’s not. Don’t be silly,” Jimin responded, trying to avoid the critical looks from his friends.

Jungkook was still staring at him in surprise at the fact that Jimin truly believed what he was saying. He turned to their friends and said, “We had multiple teachers who were constantly trying to convince Jimin to audition for idol companies. Seriously, he is so talented.”

Jimin covered his face as the others berated him for hiding something like his voice. Yoongi was already making demands for songs he wanted to hear while Taehyung gave him an earful for keeping a secret from him.

Jungkook eventually leaned over, wrapping his arm around Jimin’s shoulders while Jimin tried to stop the blush from returning to his cheeks at the proximity.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to cause any problems. I’m sure you had a reason and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” Jungkook said honestly, trying to sound as genuine as possible.

Jimin placed a gentle hand on Jungkook’s thigh, appreciating how small his hand looked on his toned muscle. “It’s fine, Ggukie, really. I just was never confident in my voice, that’s why I never pursued anything with it. I appreciate what you said.”

Jungkook was surprised - saddened to hear that someone like Jimin dealt with insecurities that affected him so deeply.

“I meant what I said, I always thought your voice was beautiful. If I had the confidence back then, I would have asked you to record vocals for me. I’d have you do it now.”

“You haven’t even heard me sing since back then. I could have lost all my talent,” Jimin replied now joking, secretly flattered by how sweetly Jungkook was complimenting him.

“You’re an angel, Park Jimin. I doubt that could ever happen.”

Jimin couldn’t stop the way his eyes widened, knowing that his blush had gone all the way up to his ears. He hoped desperately that their friends weren’t watching, but he knew that Taehyung, at least, was watching them like a hawk. “Thank you,” he said softly.

“Alright, you are going first, Jimin-ah, and I refuse to take no for an answer. I am pulling the birthday card,” Yoongi declared, breaking up the soft moment.

“Fine, but when your eardrums bleed from my voice, you can’t blame me,” Jimin quipped, earning a heavy eye roll from Yoongi who simply extended the microphone for him to take, already having selected a song.

The song started to play, Serendipity by an artist at their company, written and produced by Namjoon. Jimin had heard the song many times, knowing it was in his range, and even choreographed a solo piece to it. He took a deep breath and looked at Jungkook who gave him an encouraging nod.

By the end of the song, the room was silent and Jimin assumed that he was about to be laughed right out of the group when he saw Taehyung try to subtly wipe his eye.

Yoongi and Namjoon were both looking at him in awe while Jungkook started clapping, encouraging Jin and Hoseok to do the same.

“I can’t believe you have been hiding that voice from us!” Yoongi finally said, still looking completely shocked by what he heard.

“I told you! He’s amazing, right?” Jungkook called out as he extended his hand for Jimin to return to the seat beside him.

Compliments then rained down on Jimin who hid his face in Jungkook’s shoulder, noticing the comfortable warmth underneath his cheek. While he had not expected his night to go this way, Jimin could not find it in himself to complain.

Taehyung then started a teasing game of rock, paper, scissors as he announced that he didn’t want to embarrass himself by following Jimin’s performance.

Yoongi dropped requests for the rest of the night demanding to get Jimin on a track for him while Namjoon said they would have to fight for Jimin’s studio time.

Soju went down quickly and the energy increased as the night went on, all admitting that it was a great night. Jimin realized that he was fairly drunk when he was convinced to sing a duet with Jungkook, an old love ballad that Taehyung had queued up.

The sexual tension between them was palpable by the end of the song and Jimin tried not to get his hopes up when Jungkook hinted at calling it a night soon.

The last three songs went by with Jimin happily tucked against Jungkook’s side on their shared bench, feeling the effects of alcohol clearly when he couldn’t keep his thoughts off how well Jungkook’s light-wash jeans emphasized his strong thighs.

His eyes disappeared in a wide smile when he felt his hand wrapped up in a much larger one to lead them to their taxi.

Jimin knew they were going to get berated by their friends for leaving so quickly, but he simply did not care when the direction of his night was going where he had hoped since reconnecting with Jungkook.

His phone lit up with a few texts from Taehyung, the last one telling him to use protection in all caps.

Getting back to their apartment took a bit of work considering how drunk they both were. Jimin was clinging to Jungkook’s arm as he led them upstairs and unlocked their door.

The mood shifted the moment the door closed behind them as Jimin moved a brave hand up Jungkook’s chest, wrapping around his neck to tip his head down.

“Jimin?” Jungkook asked hesitantly while having an internal battle with stopping himself from making a move.

“Kiss me,” Jimin whispered, inches away from Jungkook’s mouth.

Jungkook’s eyes widened, not entirely believing what he had heard. His hands instinctively found Jimin’s waist even though he was afraid to initiate any more than that.

Jimin leaned closer, feeling confident with the buzz of alcohol filling his body, and placed his lips on Jungkook’s, deciding to take control himself. He slowly moved his hands across Jungkook’s broad shoulders until wrapping his arms around his neck.

Without further hesitation, Jungkook brought his hands underneath Jimin’s thighs and lifted him into his arms. Jimin instantly wrapped his legs around Jungkook’s soft middle, bringing a hot sensation ripping through him at feeling weightless in his arms.

Moving his lips over Jungkook’s jaw and eventually neck, Jimin let himself be carried back to the other’s bedroom with ease.

Jungkook laid him on his bed gently and Jimin couldn’t help but think about how he easily could have thrown him, saving that idea for later.

Before another word was spoken, Jungkook crawled over Jimin and hovered above him with a questioning expression - a final confirmation that they both wanted this. The gesture sobered Jimin slightly, feeling that the attraction to Jungkook went much deeper than his physical appearance.

Jimin decided to make his answer clear by reaching up his hands to start unbuttoning Jungkook’s shirt, one at a time. He was grateful for his alcohol-flushed cheeks hiding the fact that blood was rushing to his face after feeling the stark contrast between Jungkook’s firm, toned pecs and his soft stomach.

After the last button was undone, Jimin brought his hands back to Jungkook’s shoulders to push the fabric away. He pulled him in closer, placing his lips next to his ear, and said, “You are so gorgeous, Gguk-ah.”

Jungkook’s breath hitched as he stilled in response to Jimin’s words. He spent nights consumed by the thought of having no chance with his roommate because of his body, no matter how well their personalities meshed together, and yet, here was Park Jimin in his bed calling him gorgeous.

“Jimin…” Jungkook whispered in response, looking at him in silence for a few moments to take in the genuine expression on Jimin’s face. The second Jungkook realized what was actually happening and that everything he wanted was at his fingertips, a switch flipped.

Clothes were off them both in an instant and Jungkook relished in the feeling of Jimin’s hands caressing his body, not tolerating his size but appreciating it. He gave back just as much, gracefully lifting Jimin into new positions, sometimes only to hear the sweet noises he made in response.

The night devolved into intimate touches and moans bouncing off the walls until the pair eventually finished their night and fell asleep tangled together.

Between the high-energy night out, the alcohol in their system, and their late-night activities, they were both exhausted and barely made it through a lackadaisical clean-up.

Jungkook woke first the next morning, taking a bit to take account of what had happened. The first thing he noticed was the hangover plaguing his body, but that feeling quickly fled his mind when he realized that there was another person in his bed.

Jimin’s hair tickled his chin from where the other man slept on his chest, securely tucked against Jungkook’s side.

The tension that ran through his body most likely woke Jimin who began to move through the motions of waking up. Jungkook was frozen, terrified that they would awkwardly part and never speak of the night before as long as they lived.

Quite dramatic looking back, however, Jungkook still had a strong insecurity in the fact that he was not an attractive partner to Jimin - returning in full force now that he was sober.

Before Jungkook could begin with apologies and rambling excuses, Jimin leaned his head up and placed a gentle trail of kisses from Jungkook’s jaw until he found his lips.

He ran his hand up and down Jungkook’s abdomen then brought his hand up to cup his cheek and softly said, “Good morning.”

Jungkook was overwhelmed, almost teary-eyed from the sweet smile on Jimin’s face and the soft touch of his hand. The questioning and worrying melted away with each kiss that touched his skin.

He felt wanted - cherished even - by Jimin and finally came back to his senses enough to respond. As he brought his arms around Jimin’s waist to pull him closer, Jungkook replied, “This is the best morning I’ve ever had.”

Jimin giggled into Jungkook’s shoulder, enjoying the strong arms holding him. “I’ve been waiting for this since I moved in.”

“Really?” Jungkook asked, genuinely surprised and under the impression that Jimin had been influenced by the alcohol and atmosphere the night before.

“Of course, you have been amazing - it was impossible not to fall for you. Making me breakfast, getting me flowers, boosting my confidence. You are a good man, Jeon Jungkook,” Jimin declared while looking straight into Jungkook’s eyes, leaving absolutely no room for questioning his intent.

Jungkook tightened his hold and rolled them so he was now hovering above Jimin, looking down at him with glossy eyes.

“It’s easy to be a good man for you, Park Jimin. I am so glad I said yes to being roommates with you. I was so nervous to even meet you again. I…did hyung tell you anything about our conversation?”

Jimin looked at him in confusion while massaging his sides in an act of comfort. “No, did something happen? Joonie didn’t force you, did he?”

“No, of course not, it just took some encouragement. I, uh…well, I had a crush on you in high school, like a massive crush and I was a little, um, anxious to see you again,” Jungkook admitted, settling back down onto the bed with an embarrassed blush spreading across his cheeks.

“What? Really?” Jimin responded, eyes widening in surprise. He was certain that Jungkook would have barely remembered him.

Jungkook brought them together until they were chest-to-chest and kissed Jimin’s forehead. “You have always been incredible, Jimin-ah.”

Jimin held his face with both hands, rubbing his thumbs on Jungkook’s cheeks as he simply looked at him with a tender expression. “I may just melt into a puddle soon with all your compliments, Ggukie.”

Jungkook laughed and started to pepper Jimin’s face with kisses, returning the wake-up he received with vigor. “At least you’d be a cute puddle.”

Jimin then began to laugh even harder than Jungkook, his voice squeaking with intensity. He let Jungkook maneuver him around until they back into the position they woke up in.

Thinking back to the earlier admission and finally catching his breath from the laughing spell, Jimin said, “You know, it’s probably a good thing that you didn’t approach me about the crush until now.”

“Why?” Jungkook asked, the question coming from a place of genuine curiosity rather than concern.

“Well,” Jimin started slowly, throwing his leg over the other’s hips to straddle him. He brought his hands to rest on Jungkook’s stomach, giving his soft middle a gentle massage.

“Back then, you were a bit of a studio gremlin. Long nights of little sleep and even less food. You were a shy, little baby and now you are a confident, strong man. I much prefer you now.”

At that moment, Jungkook saw himself in an entirely new light. After spending the past three months absolutely fixated on the other’s thoughts about his body, Jimin had been thinking the opposite all along.

Hearing the person that he was very much falling in love with praise his body sent warm throughout Jungkook’s chest.

“I was terrified to meet you again because I thought you wouldn’t be interested because I gained weight. I told hyung that I had changed so much since high school and that I was scared to even see you,” Jungkook confessed, trusting his feelings with Jimin.

Within a second of finishing his sentence, Jimin’s lips were on Jungkook’s for a much deeper, lingering kiss than the earlier ones. “Please never question how much I care about you or how much I am attracted to you. I wasn’t joking last night when I said you are gorgeous.”

The memory of Jimin’s words came flooding back and Jungkook simply smiled, bringing him in for a much softer kiss. “I guess I have to believe the words of an angel.”

“Oh my God,” Jimin mumbled with bright red cheeks, the blush spreading up to his ears as he tucked his face into Jungkook’s neck. He felt him laughing with the shake of his chest below his own.

“Get used to it, baby. You are never going to hear the end of it now that you are mine,” Jungkook whispered into Jimin’s ear once he stopped laughing, following his words with a kiss to his temple.

Jimin felt butterflies at not only his words, but the fact that Jungkook called him baby. He decided that two could play his little game knowing that his now boyfriend was definitely doing it on purpose.

Pulling away, Jimin lifted himself up on his elbow and placed his other hand on Jungkook’s stomach, giving it a tender squeeze.

“Well, now that you are mine, I think I need to repay the favor of making you breakfast,” Jimin said, his tone sultry yet teasing. He was pleased to see the color come back to Jungkook’s face so he continued. “Gotta keep my big, strong man well-fed.”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Jungkook declared, lifting Jimin up and switching positions so that he was hovering over the top of his now boyfriend.

He started a dedicated attack on Jimin’s cheeks, jaw, and neck - nipping at his skin and tickling his sides. Jimin’s loud laughter filled his bedroom as he tried to escape Jungkook’s strong hold on him.

Jimin finally cried out, “No, Ggukie, stop! I won’t do it again!”

Jungkook slowed down, pulling back with a smirk on his face. Both knew that Jimin was definitely lying, but both also knew that they enjoyed their dynamic. “I’ll allow it…this time.”

As Jimin went to respond, Jungkook’s stomach grumbled loud enough for both to hear. A smirk now graced Jimin’s face as his hands once again found his boyfriend’s stomach. “So, about that breakfast?”

“You’re a menace,” Jungkook mumbled as he moved Jimin to the side of the bed, not wanting to admit that he was thoroughly enjoying the comments and appreciation.

This was probably the first time that Jungkook was feeling positive about his body changes since early college. He had never been particularly insecure until he was forced to face it by seeing Jimin again, but there was also a severe lack of confidence for the past few years.

Jimin just smiled, standing at the side of his bed with his hands on his hips, still naked from the night before. “You love it,” he said before grabbing one of Jungkook’s hoodies and throwing it on with nothing else.

Jungkook watched Jimin leave the bedroom, swinging his hips and giggling to himself. The sight of his hoodie drowning Jimin gave him an intense feeling of satisfaction that he had never had before.

Jungkook let out a quiet, happy sigh and said, “Yeah, I do.”

He then stood and found a pair of boxers and a t-shirt to throw on, appreciating the fact that he suddenly felt confident about the shirt emphasizing his love handles now that Jungkook had somebody to actually love on them.

Grabbing his phone, Jungkook pulled up Namjoon’s contact and texted him, “Just wanted to let you know that you owe me an I told you so, hyung. Tell your boyfriends that I promise to take care of him.”

#bts weight gain #bts feedism #chubby bts #chubby jungkook #supportive jimin #soft bellied tannies

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twelvedaysinaugust · 1 year

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Why would Harry take the month Louis wanted when Harry wasn't even releasing music in September 2022 and Louis had his comeback single out? /

If you don't mind, mod, I do kind of want to lay this out, because I've seen a lot of people say something similar to this anon, and at least to me, the answer is very obvious and not at all anything controversial or scandalous or upsetting, if people took the time to think through it.

Harry wasn't releasing music in September 2022, no. But DWD was coming out in September, followed by MP a month later. It wasn't like Harry had nothing to promote - he was very clearly promoting his two upcoming movies and his tour. And around the same time, iirc, Gemma Chan, Florence Pugh, and Olivia Wilde all had covers of different publications, which makes me think the DWD marketing team was in the lead here (and probably paying for it).

I don't think it's nearly as simple as being able to request a different month, but even if we entertain the possibility that it was and Harry and/or Louis could've just requested a different month to make room for them both, there was a combined July/August issue, which was likely way too early to be effective promo for either of their purposes, and Megan Thee Stallion was on it discussing her shooting, so not something RS would want to let another publication get the big interview on. October cover featured Stephen Curry, who you could maybe argue could've been bumped, but, one, I doubt RS would want two former 1D members on back to back covers (and to be perfectly honest, I don't think the obvious invitation for comparison would've done Louis any favors - "new king of pop" vs "comeback single"), and two, in January RS got an exclusive first look at Steph Curry's documentary, so it seems pretty likely that was part of his cover deal. Again, not something RS would want to give up easily. November is too late for Harry's promo, almost too late for Louis' promo, and the cover went to Pharrell and RM from BTS, talking about BTS' break and making solo music. Again, huge get, not likely RS would give it up to give the cover to Louis instead.

Like mod said in the tags, I really do not think that Harry and Louis personally are the ones arranging these covers. They help set the overall strategy, I'm sure, but they have marketing and promo teams who decide how best to execute that strategy and make the calls and arrange opportunities. And even if Harry had wanted to somehow give that opportunity to Louis after hearing about it, what is he supposed to do? Tell his promo team and the DWD promo team to walk back the negotiation with Rolling Stone so his ex-bandmate could get the cover? First off, they're closeted, so that would've been extremely suspicious behavior (and honestly would've been weird even if they were openly dating... which brings me to my next point...). Secondly, while I absolutely do not actually know Louis Tomlinson, from everything we've ever seen or heard about him, I cannot imagine he would want to get major career wins like a Rolling Stone cover because of a favor from his partner. I feel pretty confident in saying he'd like to get these things on his own. I have a lot of issues with the recurring undercurrent in fandom discourse that Harry should somehow be using his success to help Louis' career, but one of my biggest is that it takes away a lot of Louis' agency. He's talked a lot about needing to find faith in himself as a solo artist and performer, and I think that's more important to him than any magazine cover he could've gotten through a favor (much less Harry giving something up for him).

In any event, the NME cover was still a huge get, and they gave him an album review too, which he might not've gotten from RS. Arguably, it worked out better this way.

All good points.

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amuseoffyre · 2 years

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Don’t Tell Mama - OFMD SMAU

36-37.

Ed peered around the café with fascination.

He’d lived and worked in the area for years and he’d never even heard of this place. It wasn’t as fancy as he’d expected for someone like Stede, but there was quality there, old polished wood and brass and proper leather-covered booths. Probably an old pub back in the day, turned into something with piano music and a chandelier. A small one, yeah, but still, pretty fucking sparkly.

“How’d’you find this place?” he asked when Stede scooted into the booth opposite him, orders all placed.

Stede hesitated. “Do you want the sensible answer or the truth?”

“Oh, bring on the truth,” Ed laughed, spreading his arms along the back of the broad bench he was sitting on.

“I got lost,” Stede gave him a shameless grin. “Thought I’d be able to find my own way back from the west end and got myself in a hopeless muddle and this place was like a lighthouse in the dark.” He leaned conspiratorially over the table. “Though honestly, I think it was the smell that caught me. The waft of spices and fresh bread.”

The place did smell fucking amazing.

“That’s how they trap you,” he agreed. He studied the other man as he unfolded a napkin and arranged it in his lap. Not surprising when he was wearing an outfit as fancy as any of his stage costumes, a light blue colour with patterned waistcoat underneath, all trimmed along the cuffs and lapels with gold. Beautiful stuff. Just like the shit he’d let Ed try on. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Of course!”

“D’you always dress so fancy for brunch?”

For a second, Stede kind of just stared at him, then looked down at himself. “Oh. I hadn’t–” He frowned and fuck, Ed wondered if he’d put his foot in it. “Stupid, really, isn’t it?”

“Never said that,” Ed said quickly, “Y’look snazzy. Just…” He gestured to his own well-worn Fleetwood Mac shirt and the black jeans fraying across the knees. “I look like I rolled out of an 80s reunion somewhere. Bringing the tone down.”

Stede’s expression brightened a bit. “Well, I did wake you and give you very short notice.”

“And I definitely don’t have anything as nice as your suits,” Ed agreed. “Don’t think they’d be too happy if I showed up in my corset and hot pants.”

“If you paid them for their service, I’m sure that’d be fine,” Stede said firmly, then paused before adding, “Though if you would like to use my suits, you are more than welcome.”

And he meant it too, was the thing. Like that first night, when he’d excitedly shown Ed around his whole nifty little set-up and even let him try on his frilly shirts and fancy breeches. Fuck’s sake, he’d given his crew half his flat to work out of. Compared to those rooms, his living room was… a bit shit, really. Like he’d wanted his people to have somewhere before he got himself sorted out.

“You might regret offering,” Ed warned, grinning. “You know I love dressing up.” He laughed suddenly. “Fuck, can’t believe you didn’t realise who I was on Friday.”

Stede made a face at him. “In my defence, almost every member of your crew seems to have a beard.”

“And,” Ed added, grinning and tugging at his beard, “this thatch isn’t exactly black anymore.”

“That certainly didn’t help,” Stede admitted. He glanced up, beaming, as a waitress bustled over with a laden-down tray.

Ed stared as the plates and dishes were laid out across the table. China teapots and matching cups and saucers too. And little fancy bowls with handles and lumps of sugar. He scored out his original assessment. This place was the kind of fancy that didn’t advertise. The kind of fancy with lumpy sugar that was so posh, it wasn’t even square.

“Ooh!” Stede reached for a small white jar. “You’re going to love this.” He tore open one of the warm, gorgeous-smelling rolls from the bread basket – a fucking basket! – and smeared some of the orange goo from the jar on it and held it out.

Curious, Ed took it and took a bite. “Oh fuck me,” he groaned, the sweet-sharp taste and the yeasty warmth of the bread better than a shot of caffeine. “That’s some damn good marmalade.”

“It’s the best.” Stede smudged some on his own piece of the roll. “I told them about it and they were kind enough to order it in.”

Ed shook his head, grinning at him. “Just asking a café to order in your favourite jam. I’d never have even thought about it. Fuck, I thought I was doing well if I made it to Tesco.” He raised his marmaladed roll. “To a Gentleman,” he said, “for teaching me I can ask for nice shit sometimes.”

To his amusement, Stede’s cheeks pinked. “Well,” he said, lifting his roll to return the – ha! – toast, knocking it against the crust of Ed’s with a delighted grin. “To a Lady for letting me see how to do things better.”

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#ofmd smau #ofmd fic: don't tell mama #our flag means death fic

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stars-and-darkness · 2 years

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For the ask game: 🎶⛔️🌞🦅🤩🤲⏳

Answer all of them, or just pick a few, I know I picked out a lot 😂

alicia, my love!!!

🎶 - Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

usually, yes, but i don’t really have specific playlists for specific fics. some songs will, however, always be associated with the fandom i was in when I discovered them.

⛔ - Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

quite a few, actually. I always need to try them out first, write a couple thousand words to see if i actually have anything to say on the topic.

🌞 - Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

i happen to be very much a morning person, and prefer to do everything, writing included, before noon

🦅 - Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

depends on the fic! generally, i have a plan in my head and follow it loosely, with lots of diversions. i only really outline in detail if it’s a very plotty fic. but bc i generally write everything and then post, you know that any plotholes are there bc I’m an idiot who left them in, not bc I wrote by the seat of my pants.

🤩 – Who is your favorite character to write?

i am having SO MUCH FUN writing from klaus’s pov in my current wip, you have no idea. There’s something special about the way i make him jump between being snarky and condescending, casually thinking about an extremely traumatizing experience, simping for caroline, recalling yet another sick and twisted crime he committed … it’s such a delight, honestly

🤲 - Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Ask and ye shall receive! Here’s a bit from chapter eight of my current WIP, make them bow.:

He really, really hates witches.

Sheila Bennett looks nothing like Ayana physically, but that look she gets when he opens the door in her dressing gown with a sleeping mask pushed up to rest among voluminous curls—that’s identical.

Ayana had always looked at him like he’s something she has scraped off the bottom of her shoe. He suspects she’d known, long before he did, who his father wasn’t. Well, witchling, there were two people at fault for that mess, and neither of them were him, so if you’d please direct your haughty looks to your best friend or her lover, that’d be great.

He much prefers to remember her in the moments before he’d crushed her heart in her chest. She was very forthcoming about the details of how to break his curse then. He’d even let her children live—merciful days like that were common for him, when he’d been a youth of seven-and-thirty.

He doesn’t think that pointing out that she is only alive because of a bit of mercy he’d felt a thousand years ago would help him with this one, though. Witches. So testy.

“You have a lot of nerve, coming here.”

“So I’ve been told.”

Her eyes narrow, and he feels the tell-tale stinging at his temple. Really, Sheila? That’s the oldest trick in the book, and he is older than even that.

“That works on younglings,” he informs her primly. It’s not hard to pretend that the pain isn’t even there. He’s played at more casual for worse aches. “That was a hint for you to stop, by the way. We’re here to negotiate a mutually beneficial arrangement.”

“Nik …”

“She is a Bennett and I am a Mikaelson, Stefan. We were never going to be cordial, so why waste time pretending?”

This makes the witch laugh. “At least you know where we stand. But I will not invite you in.”

Klaus tries very hard not to roll his eyes. As if he couldn’t force an invitation, should he want to. “I don’t expect to be invited in. I just want you to answer one question, will you, love?”

“And what would that be?” asks the witch, supremely unimpressed.

Klaus cocks his head to the side. “Where’s your granddaughter, Sheila?”

Her eyes widen, and he sees her lips part in rage. “What did you—”

“Who, me? Nothing at all. But she seems to have gotten herself into a bit of a situation of the fanged kind. Fortunately, we have a plan.”

“And why would you care?”

He gives a greatly put-upon sigh. “The goodness of my heart?”

“Try again.”

He just shrugs. “Well, I’ve got my reasons, obviously. No matter how much we all wish it could be otherwise, a witch-free world isn’t feasible, and I have a vested interest in the Bennett line’s continued survival.”

Her eyes fall to his right, where Stefan lingers.

“What do you want from me?”

“A vampire with an interest in opening the tomb underneath Fell’s Church has taken Bonnie and Elena, Sheila,” Stefan explains. “Damon has Emily Bennett’s grimoire. They will open it, and unless you help us, they will force Bonnie to do it alone.”

“She can’t—”

“Anna doesn’t care, Sheila. Working with them is our only guarantee that Elena and Bonnie get out alive … and that the vampires don’t.”

Sheila sneers. “I could track my granddaughter. I could save them both.”

Klaus lets his smile out to play—the one that doesn’t show fangs, but it might as well. “Don’t you want to hear about what I’m willing to offer to you if you wait?”

She curves an unimpressed brow. “I know better than to make deals with the devil.”

“I’m hurt, love.” He presses a hand against his chest. “And here I was, feeling especially giving.”

“Don’t call me that.” She grits her teeth together. “What’s your offer, then?”

There, love—wouldn’t it have been simpler if you’d done that from the start? “Freedom,” he says. “For the next three generations, starting with your granddaughter. I will not meddle in their affairs. Is that not a marvellous offer? I don’t know that I’ve ever been this magnanimous.”

She narrows her eyes. “Seven generations—and you’ll keep the rest of the Originals to that, too.”

He waves a hand. “Yes to second—I have my ways of keeping them in line.” Then he inclined his head. “Five generations—so long as you and your granddaughter do a spell for me when all this is over.”

Sheila’s eyes go even narrower. “A spell? No way.”

Behind him, he can feel Stefan shift uncomfortably.

“C’mon, love, I promise it’s nothing bad!”

“And what would this spell be, if I may ask?”

⏳ - How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

that really depends on a gazillion factors, but on a good day, when i’m in the zone, I can manage several thousand words

fanfic writer asks :)

#ella answers #alicia tag 🖤

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revisitingglee · 2 years

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S4 E7 - Dynamic Duets

THE GOOD

- very chaotic right off the bat but not in a bad way

the superhero thing is weird but i’m interested to see where it goes

- I appreciate Tina being mad about Santana coming back

she’s right. it was a dick move

- “no more bullying, blackmail or assault”

lol

- Sebastian 2: electric boogaloo

- the Sam and Blaine Dalton Academy heist sequence was adorable

blam forever!

- a fanny pack with a doll head in it is an incredibly accurate high school theater gift

i wasn’t a show choir kid, but i was a theater kid, so i can say we had the weirdest shit in our green room and this feels like it captures the spirit of that

- i love Ryder’s dyslexia storyline

my sister is dyslexic and i see how hard it is for her, so this story really hits home for me. she also has moments where she feels dumb and we try to remind her that her brain just works differently. i think they handled it really well and it is really nice to see some good learning disability representation. it is needed in a show about high school. not all kids are neurotypical.

THE BAD

- Asian Persuasion feels racist

especially since the show is written by white men

- the eating disorder and fatphobia shit still bothers me so much

it’s hurts seeing Kitty do this to Marley and it just feels so dangerous.

THE MUSICAL

My Dark Side (7/10)

this number was fine. it was kind of boring. at first, i was excited to have a classic warblers number. however, the song choice was bad imo. maybe it just hasn’t aged well. that song was never really good enough to be popular outside of 2011. the singing and dancing are classic Blaine and the warblers stuff, but the song choice was very weak.

Superman (5/10)

this number honestly sucks. the R.E.M arrangement doesn’t work well with their voices. it’s boring and sounds weird. they had the opportunity to do some cool choreography here with them fighting. we’ve had cool diva off choreo before, but it was also boring and they were just being annoying. overall, this number was just bad all around.

I Need A Hero (10/10)

NOW THIS IS WHAT WE NEED!!! A HERO!!!! this number rules!! this song is a classic. it has been done so many times and yet i still like it everytime. it goes so hard. they also do an incredible job with it. their voices work together surprisingly well. Melissa Benoist has such incredible range. it’s very different from what she normally does but she absolutely knocks it out of the park. the choreography is excellent. the whip choreo is exactly what we needed. it’s fun and unique. their stunts are great and they did the superhero poses without seeming cliché. this number was perfect!!

Heroes (6/10)

this number was disappointing. it had so much potential. the singing was really good. i even liked the acoustic beginning with Sam and the transition to the original arrangement when Blaine starts singing. it showcases their talents really well. Blaine’s weird dancing was weird. no surprises there. however, the scenes that they cut to sucked. these scenes reduced an incredible song into a cliché boring number about doing charity work. David Bowie deserves better.

Some Nights (7/10)

this number was incredibly mid. the sound mixing was weird as fuck. the background vocals were way too loud and sounded too electronic. a lot of the music this season is over produced. i want more raw vocals. i think that’s just a product of the time this show was made. the choreography was fine but it was nothing special. this number felt like they were trying to go back to the season 1 style, but it failed. one bright spot in this number was Joe. his solos showed how underutilized he is on this show. he is so cool and has such a great unique voice. they should include him in more stuff.

OTHER

- the way Finn who has no teaching degree or experience identifies Ryder’s learning disability and helps him get resources before any of Ryder’s actually qualified teachers

who is running this fucking school?? this is ridiculous. his dyslexia should have been addressed in ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

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lemonlurkrr · 3 years

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@aureateart ok. My favourite parts of twilight princess (and some other random thoughts about TP sprinkled in there) taken from my monster TP word vomit google doc :

Link lmao

Ok but for real, I like this incarnation of Link :)

I love Ordon (it just seems like such a chill and cozy village)

ALSO love how easy it is to interpret Link as being a sort of older brother figure to the Ordon kiddos. It’s just,, super cute? AND GHHH nice nice good thanks nintendo for giving me characters to care about/characters that I can imagine Link caring about

He didn’t sign up for any of this (tbh, none of the Links really signed up for this jshdjsd). But I mean like, dude was just going to take a trip to castle town, drop a gift off for the royal family, and come back. But haHA oopsies he did get to castle town eventually but definitely not the way he expected hsjdhsd

He’s just a little dude?

AND FUCK. HE REALLY HAD NEVER BEEN OUTSIDE OF ORDON UNTIL ALL OF THAT

everything is new for the player AND Link

Midna

She’s cool :)

she really just

*teleports into your jail cell* hello whore.

I am no master at writing but AYYYY she do got a character arc!!!

She was actually pretty helpful sometimes, I ALWAYS checked in with her before turning to a game guide

Other NPCs

NICE

Love all of the TP character designs (ASHEI’S ARMOUR??? AOWOAOAOOAO)

Saving Zelda and all of Hyrule was important yea but thinking back maybe it was more like, the Ordonians and the kids were what was pushing Link to keep on going

I like the Resistance members :) Very video gamey of them to have one NPC assigned to each dungeon but hey!!! Kinda cool getting to see a little glimpse of each of em

Idk, it’s just fun to imagine Link popping into Telma’s bar after each dungeon and taking a little rest :) (or to celebrate? maybe just chat, idk, give this man some downtime!!)

Honestly it was just kind of nice that Link wasn’t entirely alone. I mean, I know Midna was there the whole time, but I am always for giving Link a big group of friends (see my love for hyrule warriors, age of calamity, and LU LMAO)

Hero’s shade, very very cool, kinda sad he died with regrets but HEY. He got to pass on his knowledge eventually

AND the connection to OoT?? AND assumed to be related by blood too????? GOOD SHIT

Ilia, I REALLY really wanted to like her (er, it’s not like I dislike her, she’s just,,, kinda there for me).

It definitely seems like Nintendo was pushing to make her the romantic interest, but GHHHHH they really threw that out of the window for me by having her lose her memories

I saw a text post a while ago that said it would have been interesting if Ilia was Link’s sister instead and YES!! That would have been cool too :0

Wish we got to know Zelda a little more

I feel like we barely know anything about her

Idk man, like I said earlier, I never really had any sort of drive to save Zelda during my playthroughs

She obviously knows Midna, so maybe if they gave us just a little bit more of that relationship I’d be more interested in her?

TP WORLD BUILDINGGGG

Botw has good world building too, but each race felt kinda,,, isolated? I absolutely love the different architecture and vibe each town has (and all the the weapons too) but ghhh yea everyone felt so separated. As far as I can remember, we don’t see tooo much of the races interacting with each other? Now that I’m typing that out maybe that’s to be expected because of the calamity but KLSJDKJFD ANYWAYS THIS IS ABOUT TP

The world feels nice and alive, love how populated everything is

Castle town I like castle town a lot, it feels dense and busy and I really like how you can’t talk to every NPC you see

Very cool very fun that we got to see the Gorons hanging out in multiple spots

kinda wish we got to see the Zoras a little more (I guess they are a bit limited since they need water but GHHHH the tp zoras are so prebby,,)

BUT HEY, I do remember seeing a zora or two hanging out in the hot springs around death mountain after beating the lakebed temple (I think, might have been a different dungeon)

but aaaa would have been nice to see them in at least a couple of other places. I think it would have really added to the “congrats Link!! You’re restoring peace to Hyrule” feeling you get from seeing the Gorons hanging out in Kakariko and Castle Town

ORDON

Love how chill it is and how it’s kind of separate from Hyrule proper

They really do seem to be doing their own thing apart from the rest of Hyrule

Just kinda adds onto the “he’s just a regular dude minding his own business” kind of vibes I get from TP Link

Also I like Ordona :)

THE LIGHT SPIRITS,,

Love their design

And love how they’re not exactly like a pure white?

Different spirit representing each aspect of the triforce my beloved

But yes hi I think Ordona is very cool

Who are you, how did you get here, which goddess do you represent? Do you even represent one of the three golden goddesses? Do the Ordonians know about you? Have any of them ever SEEN you??? Do they worship you? Does anybody even know about the existence of the light spirits?? FUCK so many questions but ghhh I like how they broke the status quo a bit by throwing in a fourth spirit :)

I feel like this one is kinda weird but I like that voice sample they used in the light spirit music. It’s spooky and pretty at the same time :)

cutscenes mmmmm

Ok ok, the spooky lanayru cutscene is very good

BUT THE “Link, Chosen Hero! Lend us the last of your power!” CUTSCENE MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM LOVE IT SO MUCH

IT just

Idk man

It just hit different

I like the music

And seeing the light spirits swimming around in the light juice water whatever it is

Summoning the light arrows?

AND HHHHH “Lend us the last of your power!” THIS IS IT. This is the final battle.

Seeing Zelda bow down, and then Link putting his hand out 👌👌👌

Link: ok bud, let’s do this together :)

Connection to OoT (did I already mention this? Maybe., Whatever)

Very cool nintendo :)

I love seeing connections between all the diff zelda games.

Because like, on one hand, they’re all separate from each other because of yknow, individual hero stuff. BUT ALSO, they’re all connected because of the reincarnation stuff

Grrrr walking through the sacred grove and going “The Hero of Time walked around here a long time ago” FUCK THATS SO COOL

Is the Hero’s Shade watching me? What does he think of me? DIsappointed? Proud? The Hero of Time went through HELL so this timeline didn’t have to deal with any of the shit Ganon was gonna pull with the triforce, better not fuck this UP Link!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Midlink is cute

Kinda hurts that she smashed the mirror but that was probably so Nintendo didn’t have to worry about people going “but what about the twili??????” for any of the other games LMAO

BUT ALSO LIKE SKJDKLJFJ There are some pretty massive plot holes in TP anyway so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ whatever it’s fine we’ll just use this for angst because GOD do y’all like angst

So is Shadlink

Honestly don’t know where this ship came from but it’s cute so whatever

THE MUSIC??

Love Midna’s theme and how they referenced the dark world theme from ALttP (I remember trying to learn the dark world theme on the piano and doing the Leonardo DiCaprio point meme at the little jingle I recognized from Midna’s theme)

Hyrule field theme SLAPS.

Apparently references a couple of the other over-world themes from the previous zelda games (I got this from 8-bit Music theory’s video on the over-world zelda themes, he talks about TP at around 11:40 but def recommend watching the whole video if you’re into music analysis stuff)

So there’s this bit of the Hyrule Field theme, I don’t know the official name for it but I remember seeing somewhere it being called the “at an advantage theme” since yeah, you hear it during the boss music whenever you expose their weak points. FUCKINGGG LOVE THAT. Didn’t notice it during my first playthrough, but hearing it during my second was like a little easter egg for my ears every time :)

Midna’s lament is very pretty (and fun to play on the piano)

COURAGE THEME.

I didn’t care for it too much when I started playing the game but hearing it in ZREO’s arrangement of the Hyrule Field theme literally makes me turn into a puddle of emotions. Also hearing it around and of the Ordon kids (I think it plays after Link saves Colin) AAAAAAAAAAAAA

Orchestra piece #1 and #2 HOLY SHIT????????????????

Literally, the first time I listened to those I just,,,, plugged in my headphones, volume 100, layed on the floor/against my desk and silently vibed. I don’t know what the hell it is, but those two just fit so well with TP?? I still avoid listening to them nowadays cause if I DO I definitely will get overwhelmed with the “god I love this game so FUCKING MUCH” kind of feels.

Wolf link sucks at singing

the first time I heard him howling Zelda’s Lullaby I lost my shit because LKSJLDKSGLKJFSKG god that was.,, Bad. Anyways, hearing him howl some of the songs from OoT was cute :)

TP STAFF ROLL???

VERY GOOD. IT’s like 10 minutes long and GOD do I love every single second of it. It doesn’t have the same energy as the skyward sword staff roll or the orchestra pieces but GOD does it hit good??

Nice and calm after that big exciting adventure. Maybe it would have been more fun or emotional to have a higher energy piece but it was really nice getting to sit back and watch the camera fly around Hyrule. Seeing like, the Gorons and the Zoras having a good time, the kids returning to Ordon? GOOD SHIT.

and AAAAA that end, when you hear the main Zelda theme and see Link riding off out of Faron woods on Epona… good shit. It gets you thinking, where the hell is he going? What is he doing? Off ot do more adventuring? Going to help out the resistance or something? Going to help Zelda? Or maybe he’s trying to figure out a way to restore the mirror of twilight? Whoooo knows.

hhHHHHhhh it’s just that final reminder that YES!!! YOU JUST PLAYED A ZELDA GAME. JUST ANOTHER STORY APART OF THE WHOLE EPIC OF THE ZELDA SERIES AS A WHOLE

I also want to acknowledge the instrument/samples they used for all the twili stuff.

They’re all just so unique and contrast SO well with the rest of the TP OST. LIKE FUCK!! Anytime I hear the screech from the Twilit Kargarok? Sends a shiver down my spine. I associate those sounds SO strongly with the twili realm. (Like, the same way you associate the BSHEWW VVWWMMM sounds with light sabers)

I love it so god damn much

literally any time there’s a certain sound or motif associated with something I lose my shit

Sacred grove sacred grove sacred gro-

lovely lovely lovely so much fun playing that on the piano. AND again, I did the Leonardo DiCaprio pointing meme when I heard the theme from the lost woods come in GHHHHHHHH

shoutout to TP Faron Woods for helping me study and get through all of my schoolwork

BLEGUUHHH can you tell that I really love music?

and also yea I guess TP is kinda cool too :\

IF YOU READ ALL OF THAT THANKS I GUESS

#lemonspeakrr #LEMON SPEAKS 2K WORDS ABOUT TWILIGHT PRINCESS BECAUSE THEY ARE INSANE.

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