#i just bought the song earlier this evening and i can't stop listening

[bisonaari]

I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN THE SECOND I HEARD IT DURING THE CONCERT A A A A

i'm not gonna be normal about this song either, am i

#käärijä #this is such a bop #i know the lyrics are way too fast for me to ever be able to sing along but god damn will i try #i just bought the song earlier this evening and i can't stop listening #also google translate is doing a shit job but i got the main point of the song and it's very good #i'd love to be able to speak finnish to understand the lyrics better #like i've never liked french rap but sometimes the lyrics are a huge slap in the face in the best way possible

[melminli]

my boy - by billie eilish

pairing: young coriolanus x fem. reader

summery - he ain't a man and sure as hell ain't honest

word count: 2.5k

contains: angst, slightly dark themes, possessiv but soft coryo, politician coryo, talk about pregnancy and marriage, alcohol consumption

a/n: i have many songs that i think r just so coryo coded, so i thought i would choose one and write something about it. this one is just so him like, every lyric fits him perfectly

You sometimes wondered if there really had been a time when you had truly loved Coriolanus Snow. You didn't want to doubt that you didn't anymore, but the fact that you had any doubts at all said more than you wanted to admit to yourself.

"Don't you want to get dressed?" The voice of the person you were thinking about asked you. As his Fiancée, you should definitely not think about such things. You turned your attention to him and saw him standing in front of the mirror, buttoning the buttons of his expensive waistcoat.

You noticed he was about to tie his black tie next as he reached for it, and you stood up to stop him so you could do it for him. It always looked a little messy when he tied it himself. "I thought maybe I'd stay home this time. I'm a bit tired." You said, concentrating on doing a neat job, even though you probably could do it with your eyes closed by now. Perhaps the reason was more that you were trying to avoid his gaze and also his silence.

He said something back to you as you were pulling the tie tighter around his neck. "I think you should get dressed." Was all he said and ended the discussion with a few words like he always did. It would look bad if I turned up without my fiancée. Though, at the same time - I really need something pretty to look at if I want to get through the evening.

You just sighed softly as Coriolanus walked past you to fix his hair. I think I'd better wear a matching dress then. You went to your closet to look for a black dress and it should be very easy for you to find something suitable since you had a dress for every occasion. Especially since you and Coriolanus had had started to be invited regularly to galas and events.

But you just weren't in the mood. Whatever, this should be fine. You finally decided on one and put it on. However, you had a little trouble zipping up the back, though luckily, your fiancé returned the favor and helped you out. After he finished, he watched your figure in front of the mirror and gave you a gentle kiss on the back of your neck while holding you in his arms. "There you go, my dear, you look beautiful. You should also wear the pearl jewelry I bought you, they would look good on you."

You leaned back into his arms. "Good on me, or good on the wealthy impression you want to give others." You said, already knowing the answer. Coriolanu's gaze sharpened slightly at your words. He didn't like it when you got sassy with him - no matter to what extent. It seemed to be one of your traits that were hard to get rid of, but he hoped that perhaps with time, you would learn to watch your tongue more. I don't think so, but a man can still hope. At least it's not as bad as it used to be.

"Pollux will be there." He announced and sat down on the armchair next to your dressing table while he watched you make yourself pretty for him. One of the reasons why it was there. "But I would argue that one doesn't exclude the other." He came back to your earlier statement.

So, that's what this is about. The name Pollux was not necessarily associated with positive things in your household. Ever since Coriolanus had started getting involved in politics around Panem, the two of them were considered arch enemies, one could say. Both very charming men with sweet words who also each hid a poisonous dagger behind their fake smiles so they could take the other out at the slightest mistake.

"I can't stand that fucking bastard." Coriolanus complained, grimacing as he thought about his face. "If I have to listen to him make one more pun with his name, I'll shoot myself and everyone in the room. Just because your name means crown doesn't mean you're going to get it stupid asshole. I really fucking hate that guy."

Your fiancé rarely swore, at least that's how it used to be. He thought it was bad manners and therefore never did it in public, but well, maybe you secretly just wished that he would show his best side in your presence too and not just to stupid important people.

It didn't suit him. Well, at least from your point of view, it always sounded a bit strange and kind off forced to hear him swear when he hadn't done it for so long. Like he was trying to imitate someone. "You're sounding more and more like your father." You said quietly to yourself, averting your gaze from his hate-filled eyes.

That seemed to cheer him up. "Well, thank you, my dear. Didn't realize you knew so much about him." He said and became curious. He couldn't remember telling you about him. He certainly mentioned him a couple times, but not that much that you could draw that comparison.

It wasn't a compliment. You opened the bottom drawer to pull out the box of pearl earrings and necklace after you finished doing your hair. "I don't know that much. Tigris has only told me a few things from time to time, and that's it."

He hummed as he just shook off his right sleeve a little to look at his watch. "Did she." he replied with his head somewhere else as he abruptly changed the subject to be able to talk about his own interests. "Don't take too long. The Avox should have the car ready by now, and I want to leave soon." He announced and stood up from his seat. He took the necklace from your hand and placed it on your free neck before gracefully pulling the clasp. "What did I tell you, hm? Like a pretty princess." He said in good humor and gently held you by the chin to place a kiss on your lips. My pretty princess. All that's missing is her lonely tower. "I'll go down and see if everything is all right. Just come down when you're ready."

You tried to stay in a good mood too. "Okay, Coriolanus. I'll be right there." you told him, leaving his casual mention of your staff unmentioned. You got tired of talking about how your heart got heavy when you saw the silent workers.

At least you can treat them well while they are working us. Trust me, others would not grant them such luxury. With us, they are better off than most. After all, there is a reason why they are in the position they are now. What kind of luxury? Treating them like ordinary people should not be treated as such, and yet he was right once again. They would be worse off somewhere else, so you should be able to suck it up and do your best to at least give them the dignity of looking them in the eye and enduring their silent nature. After all, they had to do the same.

That's probably what he likes the most about them. You thought to yourself and were pretty sure that your fiancé would approve if you said just as little - to just open your mouth to say what he liked to hear, like a bird that he only let sing when it was his favorite song. Wouldn't he like that? Of course he would. Well, if he wants a quiet good girl then he can fuck off.

"You know, I noticed how you don't really call me Coryo anymore." He briefly stated and left open how he interpreted this.

You continued with your make-up. "Hm? Well, I think it just suits you better now, dear. You're not the same boy you used to be."

He begs to differ. "Don't be like that. I haven't changed that much. I'm still the same Coryo you fell in love with all those years ago." He laughed as he said goodbye to you with one last kiss on your head before leaving the room.

You just sat there with a heavy heart in your lonely room while staring at your silhouette in the mirror. That's what I've been trying to convince myself lately, too.

Thank goodness there's alcohol at these events. As someone who was born and raised in the Capitol and also came from a wealthy family, you were no stranger to popular events.

However, you definitely liked them more when they were considered parties and not some lame adult gathering. You'd give anything to hear the booming music from big speakers now while a few crazy, very drunk people hit the dance floor. It was chaotic, but at least it was real - people weren't hiding behind their pretty dresses and fake smiles like they are now. Whatever, you can't stop getting older, I guess. Maybe it would take a few more years for the Capitol to figure out a way around that, too, but by the time they did, it would have already lost its value.

You started listening again when your name was mentioned. "Now that you're engaged, I suppose the wedding isn't far off, huh?" Mrs. Valentius laughed merrily. If you remembered correctly, she was the wife of the man who had won some important literary prize or something last year. "And we all know that when marriage is near, children are not far away."

You laughed with her, albeit very uncomfortably. I'm not going to elaborate on that. You took another sip of your drink and saw how you just had a little bit left, same goes with your patience, too. I need more of both.

Your eyes looked up again when Coriolanus put an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his side. "Of course. The preparations are a little stressful even if they are going well, but who knows, maybe the first one will be there on our big day. What do you say, my dear?" He replied in your place with his disgustingly charming smile. I think I would like it if she was pregnant with my child on the day of the wedding. Would just have to make a few alterations to her dress, but that can easily be arranged.

Yes, you definitely needed a new drink. "Let's see, Coriolanus. Like you said, things are stressful enough right now, and I'm sure you don't want me to be any harder to handle than I already am, huh?" You joked around and laughed with the couple in front of you. I can't believe what kind of shit I'm saying about myself, but those are the only jokes these two douchebags are laughing at, and I really don't want to talk about this subject anymore. "I'm going to go and freshen up, if that's all right with you." You excuse yourself and make your way to the toilets, but not without grabbing a glass from a tray of a walking waiter.

You shut the door behind you and finally felt like you could breathe properly again since you were no longer surrounded by all these people. Could be worse. We didn't meet Pollux and his wife yet, but it's still pretty bad. "Oh, this is a nightmare." You said, leaning your arms on the sink. "Why don't you tell them when we're fucking so they know that the baby is in the making, huh? Ugh, since when did it become normal to get so personal?" You complained and swallowed the contents of your glass in one gulp, feeling it burn in your throat. It felt good.

You wanted to give yourself a few minutes alone to clear your head and come out re-energized, but the more time you spent in the room, the less you wanted to leave. You preferred to hear the voices muffled through the door, but this thought was interrupted when it opened, and you tried to act unruffled for a moment until you realized who was coming in. "Coriolanus? What are you doing here?" You asked nervously as you watched him enter. "This is a ladies' room, you can't be here!" You whispered aggressively as you stepped closer to him and saw him turn the lock behind his back. I should have fucking done that. My head is all fuzzy.

His eyebrows drew together in slight irritation. "Your breath reeks of alcohol. You've had too much to drink." He stated, making a mental note to pay more attention to your consumption next time so it wouldn't happen again. He ignored your earlier statement and continued. "What's wrong? Are you feeling sick, or why have you been in here so long?" He asked you, slightly concerned, rubbing your arms as you seemed quite drunk

"No, I'm fine." You replied stubbornly, a little annoyed and couldn't quite find the right words, so you just said the first thing that came into your mind. "I just didn't like all this baby talk."

He hummed and continued to speak to you in a calm tone since you seemed upset. "Well, you know I want kids." He said, trying to be a little more understanding. "But I get why you would find it a bit intrusive. Don't let them get to you. That's just the way these people are." He finished, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Maybe, but that's not the way you have to be. You didn't expect him to apologize for his behavior, but it still didn't hurt any less. "I suppose you're right." You just whispered, trying not to get too emotional under the intoxication.

But you didn't manage to hide it from him. "Oh, my dear. Are you really that upset about it?" Your fiancé cooed as he saw you holding back from bursting into tears. He put his index finger to your chin and lifted your face so you couldn't hide from him. His lips moved to the spot where the first tear fell and left a soft kiss there. "You're too cute. It's really too bad that we still have to wait. A baby would certainly stop the questions, wouldn't it?" He asked you sweetly as he stroked your cheek thoughtfully and lied through his pearly white teeth. "A real shame it is. You should freshen up, I think we can leave a little early tonight since you're not feeling so well."

You just hated that he looked so pretty doing it.

#x reader #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow #tbosas #coryo snow #the hunger games #hunger games #x female y/n #x female reader #coryolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coryo #coriolanus x reader #snow #coriolanus #snow lands on top #ballad of songbirds and snakes #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #young coriolanus snow x reader #tom blyth

[wilwheaton]

I have a small part in the 1987 television movie (failed pilot) version of The Man Who Fell To Earth. Lewis Smith played the titular character. Beverly D'Angelo played my mom, his love interest. (Fun Star Trek connection: Bob Picardo is also in it).

My character was a Troubled Youth, which I gotta tell you was not a stretch for me at all. I was deeply, deeply hurting at the time we made it. I was struggling not to suffocate on all the emotional and financial burdens my mom put on my shoulders, and fully aware of just how much my dad hated and resented me. You need a kid who doesn't want to be an actor, whose eyes can't hide the pain? I'm your guy.

Anyway, one of the scenes I was in took place in a record store, where Troubled Youth steals some albums, before he is chased by the cops and saved by the Man Who Fell To Earth, who uses a glowing crystal to save his life from ... some scratches on his face.

We filmed the interior of the record store at Sunset and La Brea, in what I think was a Warehouse, and at the end of the day, I was allowed to buy some records at a modest discount.

I was deep into my metal years, on my way from my punk years to my New Wave years, so I only bought metal albums. I know I bought more than I needed or could carry (I was making a point that I was allowed to spend my own money, mom), but the only ones I can clearly remember are:

Iron Maiden - Piece of Mind

Judas Priest - Turbo and Defenders of the Faith

W.A.S.P - The Last Command

(I know this was in March of 1987, because Turbo had just come out.)

Of those, Piece of Mind is the only one I never really stopped listening to, even through all the different it's-not-a-phase phases. I still listen to it, today.

Ever since I became an Adult with a Fancy Adult Record Player And All That Bullshit, I have kept my records in two places: stuff I want right now, and stuff I keep in the library because of Reasons.

Generally, records move in one direction toward the library, even if it takes years to happen. I just don't accumulate albums like I once did, because I'm Old and set in my ways.

Earlier today, I decided that I wanted to listen to an album while I cleaned up the kitchen, and because I wanted to make my life more interesting, I opened the library cabinet for the first time in at least five years.

There was the very same W.A.S.P album from that day in March, 1987. I don't have any of the others -- I looked -- but The Last Command was right there.

Before I really knew what I was doing, I put it on the Fancy Adult Record Player and dropped the needle.

I watched four decades of dust build up with a satisfying crackle, and there was something magical and beautiful about hearing all the skips and the scratches, realizing I remembered them from before.

The title track was just as great as I remembered it. It struck all the same chords in me that it did in the late nineteen hundreds. The rest of the first side was ... um. It just didn't connect with me, and for the few moments I spent trying to find a connection, I don't think it ever really did. I would remember.

But I did remember how much I loved making those mix tapes, and what a big part of them that song was. I did remember how empowering it felt to not just spend my own money that I earned doing work I didn't want to do, but to spend it on music my parents hated, right under their noses. I did remember how impressed Robby Lee was, when I showed him my extensive heavy metal album collection.

Remembering all of that, in one of those cinematic flashes of rapid cut visuals and sped up sounds, told me why I kept this record, while I gradually sold or replaced the other records I bought that day with CDs, then mp3s, then lossless digital files, before finally coming all the way back to records, where I started.

I didn't listen to the second side. I didn't need to. I took it off the Fancy Adult Record Player, and put it back into the library, next to the George Carlin records.

#music #memories #records #Youtube

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

seasonal colds

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

❣ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❣

Summary : you had a date but your body got other plans, your next door neighbor misses your sweet greetings

Word Count : not that long

Warnings : 18+ Neighbor!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, use of y/n, reader and Eddie are both (21), Eddie kinda sneaked into reader's home but not in a creep way, I don't know how to put this but reader and Eddie are friends but not that close?, establishing a relationship, reader is really unwell (it's literally me on this fic lol- I'm sorry)

What to Expect : strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, set in the 80's, mostly, this is all fluffy goodness

Note To Reader : projecting myself here, please, let me have my indulgence 😭

Author Note : This year's Christmas season is interesting because, I got sick so bad that I had a fever, so, yeah, no worries- now, because after that atrocious event- THIS FIC IS BORN 🤩

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY, HERE'S SOME FLUFFY FIC JUST FOR YOU 🎄💓

"That's odd, Where is she?"

"What'd you say?" Dustin spoke over the phone's receiver

"Uh, it's- Y/N- I didn't saw her earlier and now- the sun's getting low still haven't seen her yet"

Eddie replies as he looks over at his window as he rest his back on the wall while holding the telephone

"Why don't you knock at her door to see her if she's okay?" Dustin suggests

"Dude, we're not that close"

"I mean- there's nothing wrong with checking- like come on- it's normal to care" Dustin scoffs

Eddie can picture his young friend rolling his eyes

"Yeah, yeah, I get it" he sighs

"She looked fine yesterday, I even helped to carry some of her stuff that she bought"

"From what I know is that she has a date"

Oh

"Well....maybe that's the reason why she isn't showing up, she got exhausted"

"Really? Exhausted from a date?"

"I'm just helping you out here, man"

"I'm a little worried- that's all"

"Look, if you really want to know of how she's been doing then just get out of there and see it for yourself"

Eddie went silence for a bit as he listens to his friend

"I know you, Eddie- you're like the epitome of endless worrying"

Dustin's right, like Eddie himself couldn't believe that he would agree on the kid

You're the best neighbor that he had on the building

If you had food, you will gladly offer him some, you always acknowledge him with the fullest and loving smiles ever

You even asked him everytime on how he's day went, Eddie can see the tiredness in your eyes but yet you still managed to be kind and thoughtful

Eddie on the other hand, after finding out that you had a date

He can't help but wonder

How it went?

Was it amazing?

Did you really go to that date?

"She left me a spare key to feed her cat, if she's going away for a couple of months"

"Use it"

"Isn't that like- trespassing?"

"But you knew each other"

"We don't knew each other that much, Henderson"

"Listen to me"

"I'm listening-"

"What if something else happened to her? Inside of her home?- What if she couldn't even bring help herself?"

"Woah, okay- you convince me enough"

Dustin chuckles "Okay, dude, take care"

"You too, bye"

He runs his hands through his face as he thinks his decision carefully

He groans as he picks up his jacket and grab your spare key

He went outside of his room and stop by at your door for a moment

He replays of what he just rehearsed inside of his head

"I'm only going to check on Y/N because it's so weird not seeing her often- I'm just making sure- that is all"

He nods to himself as he unlocks your door

"Hello? Y/N?"

He opens the door and when you didn't answer, he says

"Are you here? Are you home? I'm gonna bring myself inside"

He asks again "Where are you? Y/N? I just wanted to check you- if you're okay"

He closes the door as he puts your spare key on his pocket

He searches the whole place, your dishes are still in the sink, there a bit of trash in the dining table

He is now intrigued at the atmosphere of your home

He walks forward as he looks for you

He saw your bedroom door slightly open

He hesitates for a second, since it's your personal room

He shakes his head as he saw you there laying on your bed, he sighs of relief but you look different

You always looked effortless but something is off about you

He doesn't know if you're awake or just dozing off

He calls out your name again

He clears his throat "Y/N?"

You stirred and by the time you tried to move your body, your face grimaced

He noticed that "You okay?"

You finally started to open your eyes slowly

Your eyes are droopy and your forehead scrunches up

He doesn't even know what it means, is it because of annoyance or in pain?

You're still processing of what's going on

You just groaned and started shivering as you pulled the sheets on you quickly

"I feel cold" your voice is hoarsed

He gasped, his eyes goes wide, he finally realizes that you're sick

So, you didn't go on to that date

A part of him is relieved that you didn't come which is so wrong of him to feel that way because it's literally none of his business like yeah, you could do whatever you want but he hopes that he'll be the one or the first to take you out someday

He runs towards to you, he places his hand on your forehead

"You're burning up!"

You grunted when you complain about your joints hurting and you feel your whole body is on fire like it won't stop being in pain

Now, your ears are ringing and pounding in discomfort

You still haven't looked or even acknowledge the person that is in your room

Your fever is so high that you can't even get out of the bed easily

Your eyes are brimming with tears, you sniffle

Eddie knows what to do

He knows how to deal with this

"I'm gonna help you, Y/N, don't worry" he places his hand on top of yours as he let it linger for a while

He went at the nearest pharmacy and picked-up goodies in the convenience store

He's back at your place as he prepares a basin filled with water and a clean towel as he places the damp cloth on your forehead

He's so concentrated to making sure your fever won't go far enough as it was before, so, he keeps running the other damp cloth to your arms and neck all the important parts to make your fever go down

He shook his head in displeased look earlier when he check your temperature using the thermometer

He puts a cool fever on your forehead

In the middle of the night, sometimes, you sob in agony

"Make it stop, please- I don't want to feel this anymore"

"It's alright, Y/N, you're okay, I got you"

Eddie couldn't sleep properly knowing of how awfully you must've been feel all this time

You're still feel cold even you have loads of blanket that he lays on you

He finds your comforter and he immediately puts it on you

He smiles to himself a little when you get comfortable with your sickening situation

He even panicked when you're not responding, the time you get passed out

You just couldn't take it anymore

You swore to yourself that you really did blackout for a minute

When you moved a little bit, he muttered "oh- thank god"

He's shaking in fear that he thought he lost you

"You gotta fight it, Y/N- you have to"

You still haven't eaten anything yet besides only drinking water, not that you didn't want to- it's just- you're too afraid to eat anything without being specific on what meal because-

You might vomit of how worse you feel right now

Thankfully, you told him to order creamy chicken macaroni soup and burger with fries

He calls for delivery as soon as possible

and nope- you still have no idea of who's taking care of you

He joins you while eating very late dinner

"How you're feeling?"

Your body is in hell- you don't have to energy to even talk

"There's no improvements but finally I can eat"

He gives you a small smile on that as he continues to finish his food

After that you complained of how your head hurts and your chest clenches too much

Out of all the fatigue that you felt for the past couple of years before?

This is literally the worst of them than the New Year's 2022 sickness that you got

Your body literally saying "FUCK YOU"

You can tell the incoming migraine is coming right at your skull to hammer it aggressively

He's been staying here for the whole night, it's his first night at your room

Eddie is sitting right beside you for the first time tonight, he slept peacefully

You unintentionally hold onto his forearm that made him woke up from his slumber, his eyes went to concern automatically as he watches you

"everything it hurts, somebody help me" you cried out as you kept your hold on him

"I know, Y/N- it will be all over soon" he wraps his arms around you

He runs his fingers through your hair as he lulled you to sleep

He woke up and he took a mental note to change your clothes

He goes into your dresser, he picked an easy but comfortable pieces of clothing

"Y/N?"

You hum in response

"You need to change your clothes"

Your face turn crumpled and you let out a whine when you sit up

He gave you the clothes that he picked out for you, he said that he'll be back

Once, you get dressed and check yourself in the bathroom

You look fucking bad, you roll your eyes to yourself

He's back with a glass of water and a medicine on hand

"You have to drink this now, you'll be good since you've already eaten" he murmurs as he hands you the water

You nod in response as you drink the capsules

You went back to bed as you settle your comfortable

You're still struggle to make a decent sleep since you really just can't do it because of how everything feels sucks right now

The medicine and the cool wind from outside helped you to feel drowsy

You can feel your eyes closing on its own as you finally getting a good night's sleep

You woke up drenched in your own sweat and you feel a lot more better than before

But, still there's more ache left but it's more good than not having any progress of healing

The sound of the soft snores from another person caught your attention

You looked around and there you saw him sleeping in your couch with a blanket that is too short for him

Your mind finally registered the things that he has done for you

The basin, the damp towels, the wrappers from the food delivery, the glass and the medicine, everything

Despite, there's still pain left that you're feeling right now, you smile at Eddie

You watch him as you can feel yourself feeling sleepy again

"It's a Wonderful Life!" playing in your television as Eddie watches with a popcorn bowl on his hand

Eddie can hear the rustles from your comforter as saw your eyes fluttering open

"Oh, hey, Y/N! Did you sleep well?"

"Hi, Eddie, yeah- I did" you managed to say as your cheeks blushed

You're so embarrassed that he took care of you for a while, he really didn't have to do that

His eyes go big when he heard you say his name "You- you're okay! You just said my name!" He grins as he goes over to you assisting the pillow as you sit up

"Not really, 100% tho- I still feel like shit"

He tilts his head at you as he puts his hand on your forehead

"Yeah, you still a bit warm but I think you'll be fine sooner!" He claps both of his hands as he returns watching the film

You gasped out of nowhere as you realized something, you removed the comforter off of you as you sit on the edge of your bed

"Woah- woah you have to move easy, what's the sudden rush?" Eddie holds both of your shoulders to steady you as you stumble while standing up too fast

You click your tongue "I was supposed to attend this date, remember?"

He puts his hands inside of the pockets of his jacket "Ah, right- that one"

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you groan in frustration

"Fuck, that was yesterday"

"Yuuuuuup!" Eddie says with a "pop!" at the end

You stand awkwardly in front of him as you sigh, he watches you intently

"What am I going to do? I blew it up because of me getting sick" you shake your head to yourself as you sat back down on your bed

"Well...." He sat beside you as he thinks for a few minutes

His hands itches to touch you and hold you

Before he can say anything, you spoke first

"How long I've been sick?"

"One day"

You huffed as you bring your attention back on the TV and then you turn your head back at him as he already been staring at you

"Oh- gosh- I'm sorry that's so rude of me! I just wanna say Thank you, Eddie!" You rambled

A smile grows on his lips "It's nothing really, I mean- I insist and I want to help you" he ducks his head down, he suddenly became shy on your gaze

"I just missed seeing you and not knowing what is happening to you, scared me"

"Really?" Your eyes twinkle and he flustered

"Y-Yeah" He clears his throat, trying to cover up his nervousness

"Don't beat yourself up for not going on to that date, Y/N" he says softly

Your eyes softens as you let him hold your hand

Oh- you like Eddie- that's why the universe didn't let you go on to that date

"I wanna spend my Christmas with you, Eddie"

"You do?" He says in disbelief tone, his eyes shines as he watches you get up

"I'm gonna make hot chocolate with whipped cream- it's my favorite!" You giggled with excitement radiating on your aura

You tug his hand as you went into your kitchen for two mugs

Your heart flutters of how much he cares for you while you're working on the luscious drink, it's really sweet because he knows that you're still not okay, you're still recovering

You taught him how to use the can whipped cream and you mischievously make a dot onto his nose and you laugh

You accidentally smeared the cream on the sides of your lips and Eddie made it even more worse that he exclaimed that he didn't know there's still chocolate on his fingers

Both of your laughter's died down when something in the air has changed

It's started snowing outside, you swear your heart expands three times bigger of how long he stares at you

You feel safe and sound under his presence

Why'd you haven't taken a good look on this before? Sure, he looks attractive but you never thought you could feel something for him

Eddie is ready to take the leap or else he'll miss his chance

You both looked funny having sticky and sweet contents on both of your faces

He runs his thumb on your lips as his eyes darts back at you and down to your lips

You thought stopped breathing but it's only Eddie's lips onto yours

You kissed him back, he deepens it, he pulls you close to him by holding your waist as you cup both of his cheeks

You're shocked and screaming inside

Who would've thought that the one you loved is your next-door neighbor?

You never thought that this would happen

You both pulled back with giggles as he takes you back for another sweet kiss which you gladly accept

"How does it taste?"

You ask while you watch him as he turns on the radio and "The Christmas Song by Nat King Cole" starts playing, a fond smile is sitting on your lips

He literally went down to your mouth to kiss which you laugh because he misunderstood on what you mean but you can't help but to kiss him back

"No! Not that- I mean- the hot chocolate!" You lightly push him on the chest as he chuckles, he pulled you to his side closely

"It's magical" he always exaggerates his words

You're infuriated at him

"Eddie, come on- be serious"

"It's really spectacular, Y/N" he pecks your kiss once more removing your cute little frown on your face

"You know I'm really glad that I checked on you"

"Yeah?"

"I finally got my Christmas wish come true"

You both sipped the warm beverage as you continue to watch the classic Christmas film of all time with both loving hearts and smiles

🎄✨🫶🏻

#eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fic #eddie x fem!reader #merry christmas #christmas fic #christmas 2023 #agirlwholovesrockstarsfics #Spotify

[starlightshadowsworld]

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightshadowsworld/722607362837446656/okay-kinda-random-but-do-you-have-any-fic

Answering to this—I should’ve been specific but I love the work you do with stranger things and maybe you have any old fics you’ve read? i understand you probably don’t read as much anymore but it’s worth a shot haha

Aw thank you.

Sure!

Here are some of my favs.

Will preface by saying they are Steve centric stories.

Most are completed but I've noted which aren't.

Tried to give a bit of a variety though I did get a wee bit carried away 😅.

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The boy who listened by CrystalDragonette.

Short story about how Steve notices little things. And Gareth of all people giving him a chance to say his piece.

And than using said info to completely fuck with Eddie.

Also by them, Steve vists the Byers (and threatens a child).

Pretty self explanatory, a lil one shot about Steve visiting the Byers and encountering Angela.

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A Hedge of Brier Rose's by APuckish_Wit

The group make a plan to rescue Max and defeat Vecna for good.

Steve ends up sacrificing himself.... But all hope is not lost.

You might want tissues for this.

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with no cross to bear (these words just come out) by hitlikeahammer

Eddie has decided that Steve deserves all the love and recognition he deserves and is going to make sure he gets it.

Aka Eddie loves steve and wants everyone to know how awesome steve is.

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You made us feel like we could fly by Caroline_is_not_here

The one in which multiple head traumas lead Steve to go deaf.

A fic about him managing that, learning ASL and falling for the Deaf schools music teacher.

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Just Close Your Eyes ( the sun is going down) by httphimbo

Not completed.

Stranger things X hunger games AU

Where Steve volunteers for Dustin and isn't sure if the mysterious Eddie, the tribute from District 3 can be trusted or not.

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The Fruity Four Beat 1983 To Death With A Nail Bat by TheKidReadingInTheCorner

Robin, Steve, Eddie and Nancy are all bought back to 1983, the day before Will goes missing.

Armed with this knowledge earlier, they go to kick ass, adopt a lab kid and save as many people as they can.

It is fucking chaos, it's amazing and a sequel is in the works called The Skittle Six Bodyslam 1984 Into Another Dimension (Literally).

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off the beaten path by Pukner

Steve (finally after years of repression) comes out as Bi. And figures that hey Eddie is cute, and he has that bandana in his pocket so he must also be queer.

Except Eddie has that bandana for aesthetic purposes, he thinks he's straight.

Cue Steve and Eddie flirting and neither of them realising the others intentions.

Part 1 of the off the script series there's 2 other entries, no boys allowed and here be dragons.

Funniest shit I've ever read even with the oh... Oh no..

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Now it's your Turn Baby by datfangirlman

Not completed.

Eddie doesn't believes Steve's changed. No matter how much the party insist he has.

So they make a bet.

For Eddie to be Steve's friend for a month to see if Steve isn't a jerk anymore.

This has unforseen consequences when Steve develops feelings for Eddie and vice versa.

It's like a train wreck you can't stop staring at it.

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The Fallen King and the King of the Freaks by Knight_of_Tartarus

Not completed.

Season 2, Steve having to deal with everything and Eddie gets the great idea to help the former King.

Aka Hellfire adopts Steve.

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How to rehabilitate a jock in four months by towardthesun

Not completed.

Essentially the above two put together. Except hellfire aren't as... Welcoming.

Steve's at rock bottom and Eddie decides to run an experiment by inviting Steve into hellfire. Striking a deal with them that he can get Steve to change in 4 months.

The group don't like him and think hell never change so they (begrudgingly) agree... Except they start to actually like him.

... And Steve has no knowledge of this deal.

Another delightful train wreck.

And if I may be so bold, my own fics My Emergency Phone call

A fic based on the Noah Kahan song Dial Drunk.

Where Steve gets into trouble and his real family comes through for him

And The new Hopper

Stranger things X The black phone

Not completed

Where Vance Hopper ends up staying at his uncles in Hawkins, and finds that one of his old friends has been their all along.

Finney and Steve are the same person, they reunite and it's just fun.

Both are by me, SparkyIceblaze.

Hope they are enjoyable, lemme know if you need a link if one doesn't show up.

#Stranger things #fic reccomendations #Steve harrington #deaf steve harrington #eddie munson #Steddie

[bubblesandgutz]

Every Record I Own - Day 801: The Rolling Stones Exile on Main St.

I hesitate to say things like "favorite album of all time," but if I lost my whole record collection in a fire, the first album I would replace would be Exile on Main St.

What is a favorite album anyway? One where you love every song from start to finish? That's not what this is. Not every song is a hit. Hell, even the singles off the album weren't hits. Exile is a strange, murky, uneven double album recorded in Keith Richards' basement in the south of France while the band were tax exiles from their native England. Mick Jagger is buried low in the mix. The performances are loose even by the Stones' standards. Initial reviews from critics weren't exactly positive. And yet there's something about it that keeps luring you back.

I first bought a used CD of Exile in the early '00s at the insistence of a few folks in the Against Me! camp. Aside from a handful of songs, I really wasn't much of a Stones fan. But I was okay with the $5 I'd spent after one spin of "Rocks Off." It's the archetypal Stones song---it's got the classic open-G Richards riff to kick it off. But where similar intros like "Brown Sugar" or "Start Me Up" just unfolded into songs that, at the time, felt lukewarm and uninspired to me, "Rocks Off" actually ROCKED. The song just keeps climbing up and up, ascending to greater heights. And when the second chorus comes in with the horns? Holy fuck... yes. And what's this song even about? Sexual frustration? "I only get my rocks off when I'm sleeping." Wait... is this song about wet dreams? Why have I been barraged by "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" all my life when this is clearly the most kick-ass Stones tune by a WIDE margin?

But wait... then the band launches into "Rip This Joint" and now I have to reconsider that maybe THIS is the most kick-ass Stones song ever. It's like Little Richards if he took too much trucker speed. And that scream Jagger let's out during the last verse: "Little Rock fit to drop... AAHHHHH!! JUST LET IT ROCK."

Fuckin' A. Shoot that shit into my veins.

But then... "Hip Shake." An old blues cover that just kinda simmers but never reaches a full boil. They had all this momentum, and they just completely dropped the ball. For at least the first couple of years I listened to Exile I would play the first two songs and then hit stop on track 3. Truth be told, at least part of the reason for that was that my cheap used CD started skipping at track 4.

Fast forward to 2004 and my first iPod. Now I could listen to all of Exile without the glitches. But "Hip Shake" was still a buzzkill and "Casino Boogie" doesn't exactly reignite the party with its reserved shuffle. Side 1 closes with one of the two singles off of Exile: "Tumbling Dice." And to be fair, it's a pretty good song. It's got a little bit of that gospel flair that I've always sorta hated in rock bands, but as with so many rock tropes, classic-era Rolling Stones actually did it well, and all the imitators are what ruined it.

Over the next few years I listened to Exile on my iPod a fair amount, usually when I wanted something with positive energy playing in the background but didn't want to have to actually pay much attention to it. I didn't care much for any particular songs later in the album, but it was better than listening to classic rock radio at a low volume. So yeah, not exactly "favorite album" material.

My appreciation for the album really changed when I got a well-loved used 2xLP copy at Singles Going Steady in Seattle. Now Exile was broken up into four distinct chapters. Those first five songs were like their own little universe. Two rockers, a tension builder, a strutting shuffle, and a triumphant closer. Flip it over to Side 2 and you have a whole other trip.

And holy shit, how did I not appreciate Side 2 earlier? This is where the magic really blossoms. You've got the scandalous gospel-country tune "Sweet Virginia" with it's multiple drug references and the chorus of "got to scrape that shit right off your shoes." And then you have "Torn & Frayed," a Gram Parsons-inspired country rock tune. It might not rip like those first two songs on Exile, but as far as the melodic side of Stones goes, this is easily one of their best tunes ever. And that slide guitar solo? Fuckin' hell. How was this not a single? How is it not a classic rock staple?

From there we go into "Sweet Black Angel," a political country / world music mash-up in defense of the civil rights activist Angela Davis. And then we have "Loving Cup." Ya know, when you're a kid first hearing music from the '70s, you latch onto the John Bonhams and Bill Wards and Keith Moons---the drummers that just bash like madmen. Charlie Watts seems so boring in comparison. But listen closer and you realize that Charlie keeps the show going. He's not a show pony, but he holds the ramshackle band together with a simple, graceful groove. Wanna know why Charlie rules? Just listen to "Loving Cup." And hell, the drums aren't even the best part of the song.

If Exile ended there, I don't think it would've endured years / decades of derision. But there's still a whole other LP of music and it starts slipping into some strange territories. I could easily go track by track and explain what I love about each song, but I think the thing that's kept me coming back to Exile over and over again is the mystery, and maybe it's best to leave that mystery alone for the uninitiated. Like, why was the second single for the album one where Jagger doesn't even sing ("Happy")? What's even going on in "Just Wanna See His Face"? Why wouldn't they follow the ripping two opening tracks with the equally hair-raising "All Down The Line"? Why would they end the album on "Soul Survivor" after the apex of "Shine A Light"? Give it a listen and try to solve the puzzle yourself. It's worth the journey.

By now we all know that Exile was a record made at the peak of the Stones' debauchery and resulting consequences. And maybe on some level it sounds like a band barely holding it together. But it also sounds like a band where the creative peak overlapped with their most desperate times. It's a record that sounds like a party with its moments of elation, chaos, druggy haze, and inevitable comedown. It's a record with its faults, but the faults become part of its charm.

Nowadays, it's rare that I go more than a week at a time without listening to Exile. I have so many great memories listening to this record. It's picked me up when I'm down; it's made the mundane seem magical; it's made a sunny afternoon feel even sunnier. And somehow it still feels fresh and exciting and ecstatic and reflective every time I listen to it.

A perfect record? Absolutely not. But one of the best records ever made? Absolutely.

#the rolling stones #everyrecordiown

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

474 of 2023

Have you ever left your front door unlocked all night?

Our door locks automatically, you can't open it from the outside if you don't have a key.

Do you prefer cold or warm weather?

Warm, but not hot. I get cold easily, but I overheat easily, too.

The last advertisement you saw: What was it advertising?

Cat food, specifically Whiskas.

Do you prefer bar or liquid soap?

Liquid all the way. I find it hard to use bars these days, with a disabled hand. With liquid, I figured out long ago how to wash my hands properly.

Do you wear any perfumes / colognes on a regular basis?

Yup, every single day, and I probably abuse deodorants.

Do you have high or low self esteem levels?

Rather low, but it fluctuates.

When was the last time you listened to a song on repeat? What was the song?

Probably earlier this year, it was Szklanki by Young Leosia. Yup I love music in languages other than English.

How do you feel about being in the house alone?

Meh. But at least my husband comes back from work soon.

What was the last compliment you received?

I don't remember.

Do you like mint or orange flavored chocolate?

Orange, but chocolate is meh to me. Even though I live in the country that is known for their chocolate.

How often do you get spots? Like, pimples?

Rarely, and even if I do, there's never more than two at once.

Do you believe that when your ears burn someone is talking about you?

That's a common belief, and I still hold some sentiment to it.

Are you a good host when visitors come over or do you wish they’d leave?

I have time to prepare because the custom in my country says that it's impolite to just stop by, you have to announce yourself first.

When was the last time you burnt your mouth from eating something too hot?

Today, kind of. I bought hot chocolate in Starbucks and it was indeed hot :P

What is your favorite foreign language to listen to? (In music or speech)

I would say Dutch, but I'd be biased AND this is not a foreign language to me. I'm gonna go with Finnish.

Do you prefer instrumental songs or ones with lyrics?

It depends on my mood. There's always some soundtrack to my life, though.

Name something simple that makes you happy.

Sunrises and sunsets. And my cats purring.

What is your favorite instrument to listen to?

Cello. And piano, violin, or harp.

Pick one: Books, movies or music?

Only one? Music. But I love books, too, and I couldn't care less about movies.

Do you carry a bag around with you often? What does it look like?

I have a black backpack. I use two or three.

Do you like your natural hair color?

I hate it. I find it incredibly boring.

Do you delete your emails / texts often?

No. Probably I should, though. I only empty the spam folders.

What was the last book you read about?

About a girl who runs away from her house to look for her father.

What color are the walls in the room you’re in?

Light beige.

Did you dress up last Halloween? As what?

I don't even celebrate this crap.

Do you have any old friends who you still kinda speak to but it’s awkward?

I don't think so.

Name one of your favorite memories.

Only one? That would be hard.

Are you a polite person?

Most of the time, unless you deliberately get on my nerves.

When was the last time you used a quote from a movie in real life?

Never, I don't even care about movies.

Have you ever used a chat-up line that actually worked?

Yeah, "oei oei oei". Don't question it, it's Dutch.

Can you put your legs behind your head?

Probably, but I haven't tried in ages.

Do you forget things easily?

Yeah, very much so. My short-term memory is shit. At least my long-term memory is reat.

The last song you listened to: Did it have a male or female vocalist?

Female. Yeah Kim is trans and AMAB, but she's a woman.

Is the heating on in your house currently?

No, it'es still not necessary.

Do you often find toothpaste too minty?

All the time lol. At least it works.

Have you ever had braces? Do you need them?

No and probably yes.

Are you a subscriber to any magazines? Which?

I'm not. I do have a collection of old magazines, though.

What does your voice sound like? (Loud, quiet, high pitched, etc)

Like a teenage boy lol. Rather quiet, and sometimes raspy because of throat problems.

#survey #q&a survey #random survey

[ncwhereman]

hey, secret santa here! i'm sorry to hear about your flu :( i hope you're recovering now. sending good wishes and the healing powers of listening to the beatles 🤞🤞

beatles are also in my top 3, every few months i have a beatles phase and i've landed right back in it now. almost bought a load of beatles records today but stopped myself 💪 i agree w you, the new revolver is better appreciated as an album mix concept rather than based on individual songs. and walls and bridges is great :')

it's impossible to find original good quality beatles records 😭 even the poor condition earlier pressings are expensive where i live. once i found a first press rubber soul which was rly dirty and the record was very scratched, but it was still £100 ... letting records go is the worst, even when u rly can't afford them :') i really want some of the funky blue albums, like your AR bc the shade is everything to me!! i just bought 62-66 today but sadly it's a regular black record :( tysm for the tip abt elton john records, i never knew it was even a thing. i really need to get some of his stuff now - did you just figure it out from holding it up to light?? i also want some yellow or orange records bc they're my favourite colours :)

i watched th&t, thanks so much for the recommendation. it was a rly interesting film and i enjoyed it quite a lot! definitely gonna watch it again.

ok so i'm not very well versed in solo beatles stuff so this is a basic answer to the q about solo stuff, but i really love 33 1/3 and all things must pass. and for john i just really like plastic ono band, it's sth i can listen to in the background while i cook or study or something. they're both my fav beatles, but i have to say i prefer george's solo stuff more. not sure why :^)

also, i'm assuming this is the last ask before the big reveal. i've loved being ur secret penpal this month 🤓 i hope you're able to rest this winter and watch some of those christmas films, and i'll be back soon to reveal my secret identity :)) -srs

thank you! i'm almost alright now! :)

good you have so much willpower to make reasonable choices, i absolutely lose my mind once i go into a record store 😭😭 congrats on the 62-66!! and i hope the 67-70 you get will be a colored one :)

i remember reading aout elton records on discogs i guess, then i tried it with mine and it was so cool! they have different shades of red btw, some are bright like blood red, some more of a pink, some have splatters all around them

i'm glad you enjoyed th&t!! i love the fact it's so short and easy to rewatch 😭 don't even wanna count the times i've seen it but i have to watch it again lmao

as for the solo stuff it's a bit of a vice versa for me, i'd have a hard time choosing a favorite john album bc i love all of them so much 😭 i'd have to pick w&b and POB i think, double fantasy a close 3rd. POB always seemed so heavy for me though. and somehow i still haven't listened to all george's albums so i guess 33 1/3 will be the next one i'll listen to! my fav so far must be living in the material world, but i love all things must pass too. isn't it a pity.... not a song but a spiritual experience

thank you again!! i've loved having you as my secret santa and it was so nice talking to you! thrilled to see who you are :) and merry christmas!!!

#srs22 #ask

[bubblesuga]

Mahina || Part 1

Summary: Jungkook couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something drawing him to you. Like the moon tugs at the tides, he needed to be beside you. genre: smut, fluff, angst word count: 4,626 tags: idol!au, fantasy!au

When Jungkook awoke this morning, something was... different.

He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but the air in his room seemed to have shifted slightly. He felt lighter on his feet, a sudden bounce to his step while he pulled himself off of the bed and towards the bathroom.

He brushes his teeth as usual, carefully scrubbing his tongue and admiring his reflection in the mirror. The eyebrow piercing was a good edition, he thinks. It accentuates his high brow and sparkles underneath even the dimmest light. Spritzing himself with cologne, he opens the bathroom door just in time.

"Jungkook, I made breakfast! Hurry up!"

Smiling to himself, he trots down the stairs of the far too large penthouse he and his band mates bought a couple years ago. He doesn't mind sharing with 6 other people, though. Having grown up with no siblings, he enjoys the dynamics at play when he speaks to the members. They're all his brothers, co-workers, family... He couldn't have asked for a better turn out when it came to finding a career path.

Yoongi is standing in the kitchen when Jungkook walks in, the smell of pork and kimchi filling his nose. Thanking his hyung, he grabs a bowl and starts filling up.

"You seem happy this morning," Yoongi raises an eyebrow, "what's going on?"

"I don't know," Jungkook shrugs, "I just woke up in a really good mood. I feel like--" he takes a bit of his food, then speaks with his mouth full, "--something amazing is going to happen today."

"We just have rehearsals?" Yoongi's statement comes off as more of a question.

"Exactly." Jungkook says, continuing to munch on his food. Yoongi looks at the younger man and shakes his head, continuing to fry meat for the rest of the members.

"Hey, did Namjoon come home last night?" Seokjin asks as he walks into the kitchen. He takes a spot beside Jungkook on the counter, reaching into his bowl and grabbing a piece of pork belly. Jungkook attempts to push his hand away but Seokjin smacks it and grabs the meat anyway.

Yoongi shakes his head again, "Nah. He stayed at the studio last night, said something about a last minute inspiration."

Jungkook has noticed Namjoon's lack of attentiveness recently. It seems as though his head is always filled with potential themes and lyrics and beats, much more so than even in the early days of the band. He's curious about his inspiration as of late but Namjoon doesn't seem to want to give away his methods any time soon.

"He's been doing that a lot lately." Jungkook thinks outloud.

"More power to him," Seokjin says, "man works his ass off and it benefits all of us."

Yeah, it definitely does.

~*~*~

"5, 6, 7-"

Hoseok's counting is cut off by the music blasting again. It's the third run through of the new choreography, Jungkook is center and carefully watches the rest of his hyungs in the mirror. He moves to the left, following Hoseok's lead and smiling as he notices a mis-step on Jimin's part. Jimin throws his head back and yells, lifting his shirt up and wiping some of the sweat that's accumulated on his brow.

"It's okay, Jiminie," Hoseok sings, "this shit is hard."

Seokjin nods in agreement, "Yeah, what the hell happened to a laid back choreography for this come back?"

"It's the last one of the year. We gotta go out with a bang." Jungkook turns back to look at Namjoon, who chugs water in the corner of the room. "Speaking of big come backs, are you working on your mixtape?"

Namjoon laughs, "Nah, definitely not. I'm trying to get a couple more songs for the album."

"Don't we have like 14 tracks?" Taehyung speaks for the first time since rehearsal started.

"16 is better than 14." Namjoon smiles, listening to Hoseok as he calls everyone over again.

"One more time. 5, 6-"

It's then that the doors burst open and Hyun enters in. "And this is the rehearsal room containing the 7 men you will be photographing."

Jungkook's eyes travel to the person his manager is talking to, and he has to hold back a gasp. He feels the way his jaw drops, but he's unable to close his mouth while he looks at you. God, you're gorgeous. Your hair cascades down your back and your clothes cling to your body in all the right ways. Jungkook struggles to tear his eyes away, but once he sees your smile he realizes there's no way he can turn away. You're literally glowing, with god-like shining eyes. Who are you?

"Boys, this is _____. She's in charge of photography and will be around to film Bangtan Bombs, behind the scenes, or anything you all want filmed and made into content."

Jungkook repeats your name in his head five times. He whispers it to himself once while everyone else heads to you to shake your hand. Jungkook stands back, finally blinking his eyes.

You step forward after having shook the hands of everyone else, "And you're Jungkook," you smile again, "I like your tattoos. Glad you're finally willing to show them."

"T- tattoos..." Jungkook mutters pathetically as he takes your outstretched hand. You giggle, shaking his hand enthusiastically.

"Well, anyway. It was nice to meet you all. I'm excited to work closely with every one of you." your words are met with a chorus of 'same!' from everyone except for Jungkook.

Hyun puts a hand on your shoulder and leads you out of the room, continuing on the tour of the HYBE building. Jungkook stares after you, the doorway now long empty but he couldn't look away. You were, by far, the most beautiful woman he has ever come across. With your simple torn jeans and black t-shirt, he feels you could pull off anything you put on your body.

It's not until Yoongi speaks does Jungkook finally tear his eyes away, "Could you have been any creepier?"

"What?"

Jimin bursts into laughter, his frustration with the choreography long gone, "You were-" he takes a deep breath in between laughter, "you were staring at her like she was the last woman on the planet!"

"W- what?" Jungkook stammers.

Jimin doesn't respond, only laughing louder as he falls to the ground. Jungkook can see the hidden smirks of the rest of the members, turning his to look at everyone, "What the fuck just happened?"

"Love at first sight?" Taehyung suggests.

"More like love at first drool." Seokjin begins laughing before he even finishes his sentence, causing the rest of the members to groan at his joke.

Jungkook doesn't react to Seokjin though, as he turns to look back at the empty doorway. If love at first sight is a real thing, Jungkook just experienced it to the fullest extent.

~*~*~

Jungkook manages to continue the rest of rehearsal without a problem, except for the way his mind kept traveling back to you. Saying your name in his head again, he washes up in the gym showers. He thinks back to the way your skin seemed to be literally glowing to him, and your bright white teeth hypnotizing him.

Never in his life has he had such a short conversation with someone that had such an impact. He wants to learn everything about you, your passions, the music you like, the books you read. He hopes that you enjoy some of the same things he does, so he has an excuse to talk to you.

Though his interest in you is certainly piqued, he has to keep in mind that you are, essentially, his employee, and fantasizing about your employee is more than inappropriate.

Fantasizing might not be the right word, but he can't help and imagine conversations between the two of you. Your voice is so pretty, it's light but carries through the room. You make sure your presence is known, though with the way you shine you didn't have to try hard. He smiles to himself, closing his eyes and rinsing off the conditioner from hair. Then, he wonders what your hair looks like when it's wet.

Okay, Jungkook. That's enough.

He shakes the water off his head and wraps a towel around his body. Exiting the shower, he realizes he forgot his bag in the dance room and sighs. Checking the time on his phone, he realizes that it's after 9 pm. The odds of anyone other than the members being here is pretty slim so he can just walk his way to the rehearsal room and change in there, right?

Right.

Tightening the towel around his waist, he walks out of the gym bathroom and strolls down the hall. He scrolls through his phone while he walks, rounding the corner and hearing your voice.

"Thank you, Mr. Lee. I'm very excited to properly start tomorrow."

"We're excited to have you," Jungkook peeks his head around the corner and watches Hyun bow to you, "your work is incredible and I know Taehyung in particular loves your shooting style."

What? Taehyung knows her? Jungkook must have missed that earlier when he couldn't stop staring at you.

"Yeah! It still blows my mind that one of the bangtan boys followed my work," you let out a small, somewhat embarrassed giggle, "thank god for Instagram."

You and Hyun share a laugh, followed by a goodbye. Jungkook gasps as he sees you turn in his direction, rushing to a small doorway and pushing himself up against the wall. You can't see him like this, not already. He's nearly naked and he knows this towel isn't big enough to cover himself as well as he should in front of a stranger, so he holds his breath as your foot steps become closer... and closer... and-

"Hey Jungkook."

Fuck.

Jungkook exhales a breath and moves to tighten the towel around his waist even more. You're eyes are not scanning his body like he thought you would be. Of course, Jungkook knows that sounds cocky of him to say but he can't help but assume that that would be the outcome of this situation. Either way, his face still burns when your eyes meet his. Those gorgeous, glowing eyes.

"Were ya hiding?" you laugh, tilting your head to the side, and Jungkook realizes that he's still pressed up against the wall.

"I- I, uh-" come on Jungkook, get it together, "Sorry. I didn't want you to see me naked."

"Oh please. When humans are naked, they're at their purest forms. It's natural, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." you smile brightly, moving a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. Your phrasing is odd, but he doesn't question it. Instead, he swallows, "You're right, but I'm sure you wouldn't have been okay with my dick just hangin' out. Neither would the security watching the cameras."

You laugh, a proper laugh that doesn't seem to be masked by something else, and Jungkook realizes it's melodic. A fine tune singing into his ears as one of the most beautiful songs he has ever heard. It's soft, breathy, and makes him want to make you laugh for the rest of eternity.

"Either way," you say after a moment, the hint of humor still in your voice, "nothing to be ashamed of. I'll see you tomorrow, Jungkook."

Jungkook tilts his head, watching you wave and waving back as you carry your feet towards the elevators.

~*~*~

The air was even lighter this morning, and Jungkook can't help but think you play a part in his bright mood.

Following the conversation yesterday, Jungkook walked with a grin on his face to grab his clothes. You're incredibly charismatic, an stark difference to Jungkook's usual shy and laid back personality. Despite your conversations together being minimal, Jungkook feels you and him are going to be close.

Jungkook hops out of bed and styles his hair carefully. Checking his phone as he brushes his teeth, he's received a text from Taehyung apologizing because he had already left. The house sounds still, he remembers Yoongi and Seokjin opted at staying at their respective apartments tonight, wanting to be a little closer to home. Namjoon probably stayed at the studio again and Jimin and Hoseok more than likely left with Taehyung. He shrugs, making a quick protein shake and grabbing a banana before heading out of the door.

As he drives to work, he makes note at how much more productive the members have been these days. Not that they never were, but the usual slump of exhaustion that follows months of continuous promotions, rehearsals, and recording doesn't seem to be hitting anyone this time around. Surely, the explanation is the high everyone is riding from the success of Butter and Permission To dance in the west. It's motivated everyone, including Jungkook himself.

He pulls into the parking garage, rides the elevator up to the 13th floor, and steps off only to be stopped by Hoseok.

"Jungkookie!" Hoseok wraps his arms around Jungkook's neck and squeezes him tight.

"Hoseokie!" Jungkook mocks, giving a pat to the older one's back. Hoseok pulls away with a chuckle, "I guess _____ is doing behind the scene shoots today. Something about wanting to catch us in our element."

"Oh? Like individual shoots?"

"Yeah," he smiles, "she's with Yoongi in his studio right now. She told me to tell everyone to choose a thing they do on a daily basis that might be interesting to see for ARMY."

"Should I work out?" Jungkook smirks. Hoseok rolls his eyes, patting Jungkook's pecs,

"You work out enough." Smiling, he begin walking towards the commons area,

"I'm almost to where I want to be." "Whatever Jungkook, you bully us enough already." Hoseok pats Jungkook's head and walks away, leaving Jungkook to sit on the couches for a moment.

He picks up his phone and scrolls through Weverse and Twitter for a moment. Despite not being as active as people wish he could be, he does keep up with what everyone is talking about. Currently he sees excitement about their online concert from last year coming to DVD, and "JUNGKOOK'S ABS" is trending.

Yeah, he's definitely going to work out for his behind the scenes.

Holding his phone up, he snaps a quick selfie and posts it to Twitter. Once a month seems to be a good formula.

"Jungkook?" Yoongi's voice enters the room, "She's gonna shoot with Namjoon then you."

"Ah," Jungkook stands, "time to get nice and sweaty for ARMY."

"You're such a freak." Yoongi laughs, watching Jungkook leave the room.

Jungkook begins on the treadmill, listening to music and trying not to think about the fact that you're going to be photographing him while he's working out. He feels somewhat dumb, being so incredibly invested in your opinions of him already, but like yesterday proved, there was something about you that drew him in.

He speeds up the treadmill, his calves burning and his breathing quickening while he runs. It's incredible, the feeling of absolute bliss he feels after a run. When his muscles ache and his chest feels clear, he feels most at peace. Though, peace isn't difficult to come across these days. Even with the sadness of not being able to perform live like he wants to, it's not as looming as it was before. It's incredibly exhilarating to wake up not feeling like the end is near. It happened so suddenly, he's not sure what changed.

At the beginning, when they had to cancel the tour and stay in Korea, Jungkook felt as though life was never going to be the same. It was dark for everyone. He remembers Jimin crying in the bathroom after the cancellation, which caused Jungkook to start crying as well. He scrolled through social media for hours, reading the anger and frustration at those who had to return their tickets. It pained him, to see such a bleak view of the fans he adored.

Now that it's been close to 2 years, Jungkook has learned to-- for lack of a better term-- live with it. He wakes up every day and tries his hardest to live, and that's all you can do when your passion in life is ripped away from you due to an ongoing worldwide pandemic.

The gym doors slide open and Jungkook looks in the mirror to see you.

You have a camera around your neck, Jungkook recognizes it as a Canon. You close the door behind you and stop him as Jungkook starts to slow down the treadmill.

"Pretend like I'm not even here." you nearly whisper, and Jungkook has to stop himself from choking on his spit. Your voice sounded almost sultry. He can't tell if that was his imagination or if it was intentional on your part.

Jungkook shakes his head, turning up the speed just a little bit more.

He hears the shutter on your camera clicking, the action setting in full effect as he runs. You move around him, being sure not to get yourself in the mirror of the shots. The only noises in the room are his breathing and the sounds of his feet hitting the runway. It's rough, his chest heaving the more he pushes himself, but he's more interested in the way you seem to float around the room, or the fact that your hands seem dwarfed by the large camera.

It makes him wonder what your hands would look like on him.

A necklace dangles from your neck, it's gold and shines under the lights of the gym. It falls gently into the crevice of your chest, what looks like a golden moon on the end of the chain.

Again, he wonders what your skin would feel like against his.

"You gotta stop looking at the camera." you giggle.

He didn't even realize his eyes were following you. Suddenly, it's like a wave of confidence washes over him. Confidence that he was not ready for.

He swallows, taking a deep breath, "I'm not looking at the camera." Why is he saying this?

"Yes you are," you grin, "I have like 7 pictures in a row of you looking directly at the camera."

"No," he shakes his head, "I'm looking at the person holding the camera." Shut up, Jungkook. Stop talking!

"Oh?" you laugh, "what's catching your eye?"

"The necklace." what the fuck? He basically admitted to staring at your tits!

"The necklace that's right in between my tits?"

He laughs, you snap a picture.

"I guess so, I'm sorry." The usual nervousness that he would feel at an admission like that is non-existent. He feels comfortable enough to talk to you like this, and judging by the way you smile, you're comfortable with it too.

"No need to be sorry," you snap another picture, "I know they draw attention."

Jungkook nods, "They certainly do."

"What do you like about them?"

The question throws Jungkook for a loop but he doesn't let that show.

"They're perky," he explains, stopping the treadmill, "and your shirts show off the perfect amount to leave some to the imagination."

"Ah, so you're imagining my tits?"

"Yes."

You smirk, walking away. For a moment, Jungkook is scared he said too much, but it's very quickly washed away by the sound of the lock turning. "So," you begin, "you're saying that if I took off my shirt, you wouldn't be opposed to looking at me?"

Jungkook shakes his head, "I also wouldn't be opposed to touching you."

"Well," you slip off your shirt, "I'm ready."

Jungkook feels his cock twitch in his gym shorts at the sight of your bra. Of your fucking bra.

Despite the blood rushing to his cock, he shakes his head, "Oh come on, darling. You know that's not enough for me."

"Your shirt first, buddy." your eyes follow Jungkook as he grips the hem of his shirt and pulls it off. Now that there's verbal consent, your eyes roam all over his torso. He's ripped, Jungkook knows this, but under your gaze he feels like a meal. Like he's about to get devoured by you, and he can't say he's not enjoying the idea.

You reach behind you, unhooking your bra and allowing it to fall to the ground.

Jungkook's eyes widen at sight, stepping closer to you and falling to his knees. He places his nose against your torso, inhaling your scent. The sensuality of the small gasp that left your mouth fueled Jungkook. He grabs your hands and pulls you down to his level, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips.

It's rough and heated, all teeth and tongue. He's not used to being this way, to feeling almost primal in his movements. He gnaws at your bottom lip, eliciting another moan from you. It's high pitched and nearly whiny, proving that you're suddenly filled with as much need as he is.

"I'm gonna fuck you," Jungkook states, "right here. Right now."

"Please." you toss your head back, falling onto the padded floors of the gym. Jungkook follows suit, kissing his way down your body until he reaches your navel. Again, he presses his nose into you and inhales, you smell so damn good.

He keeps smelling, inhaling your scent as he undoes the buttons of your jeans. The less clothing there, the stronger your scent becomes. He feels insatiable, nearly ripping off your panties to get to your center.

"Fuck, you're so wet already," Jungkook groans, his voice deep with want, with need. Taking a single finger up your slit, he draws it back and sucks your juices clean, "and you taste as good as you smell."

You stare up at him with hooded eyes, holding yourself up on your elbows and spreading your legs as wide as you can. "Now that you've had a taste you might as well finish it."

Jungkook doesn't need to be told twice, diving into your soaked folds with his tongue. He moves fast but also meticulously, being sure to take note of all the places that make you moan a little louder, sink a little deeper into him. Your hand reaches down and snakes its way through his hair, tugging at the roots.

At that point, Jungkook begins to kick off his shorts without pulling away.

"Fuck, I've always wanted to fuck you," you moan in between words, "you always look so good everywhere you go."

"Yeah?" Jungkook chuckles, "did you imagine fucking me before you got hired here?"

You nod, "I couldn't help it, I knew you'd be good."

As Jungkook manages to get his shorts off, he grips ahold of his aching member. Pulling up to his knees, his thumb doesn't stop rubbing harsh circles against your clit.

"That's hot," Jungkook breathes, "I've been wanting to take you since I first saw you."

"Then do it." you demand, and a flip switches in Jungkook's brain.

He pulls his fingers away from you and leans forward, "Taste yourself."

You don't hesitate to take his fingers into your mouth, Jungkook feeling your tongue dance across the pads of his fingers. Feeling himself twitch, he strokes himself for a little bit of relief while you suck.

"Taste good?" He questions.

"Delicious."

"Good girl." He murmurs, leaning down and connecting your lips with his again. As he does so, he runs the head of his cock against your slit, enjoying the gasp you let out every time he brushes against your clit. You feel so warm, so inviting. He can taste you so well, he wants nothing more than to dive in.

So he does.

Pressing into you slowly, he feels your warmth envelope him. Your legs wrap around his hips and guide him in all the way. When he slips all the way in, you both pull away for a moan.

"So fucking good. So tight." He moves his hips achingly slow, enjoying the noises of content leaving your lips. Your moans spur him on as your tightness engulfs him yet again. He leans down and presses a kiss to your neck, your hot skin nearly burning his lips, "I don't want to hurt you."

You shake your head, "You can't hurt me. I promise."

Jungkook isn't sure what takes over him at this point, but he feels his lips begin to thrust harshly into you. He doesn't process the rest of the world, the only thing that's certain is you. You're everything that he needs to focus on now, your whines, your moans, the feeling of your legs guiding him in and out of you. He wants to take you here over and over again until the end of time, and he's never felt that about anyone before in his life.

Your lips are beginning to bruise from the rough kisses he's been laying on you, so he takes a gentle approach and sucks on your jawline. Every few thrusts, he rests his forehead against yours. Then he moves again. Then rests.

"Tell me how good I feel." you whisper against his lips, breathy.

"Baby," Jungkook's brows knit together in pleasure, "you feel so good around me. So warm. I want to cum in you and fill you up so bad. Do-n't stop squeezing- fuck."

Jungkook abandons the pace he tried to keep and slams into you, pulling you on top of him and lifting you up and down on his cock. You let out a scream as he reaches a point he hasn't touched before, your cunt tightening exponentially around him.

He latches his mouth onto your nipples, the sensitive peaks hardening against his tongue. Your nails rake down his chest while you grind against him, your ass smacking against his thighs while he begins thrusting upward.

His hands grip your hips harshly, sure enough to leave bruises by his fingertips. He feels his orgasm approaching quickly, but he needs you to cum first. He need to feel you cum around him. "Fuck," he growls through clenched teeth, "cum. I need you to cum. Cum around me, please please please!"

"I'm gonna- I'm-" your sentence is cut off by your orgasm taking over, clenching deliciously around Jungkook and pushing him over the edge. His hips stutter and he releases into you, your warmth mixing with his as he collapses onto the ground. You're both silent for a while, your chests heaving as you try to calm down. Jungkook leans up, keeping you in a hug as your knees move to either side of his hips. Neither of you make a move to pull apart, Jungkook softening inside of you but the sensitivity feels so good.

He rests his chin on your shoulder, glancing behind you and towards the mirrors. On the inner edge of each of your shoulder blades, lay two large scars. They're old, pink in color now. Jungkook reaches a finger up to trace the scars but is stopped by a knock on the door.

"Hey, I'm ready when you are _____!" Jimin's voice sounds through the gym, muffled by the door.

"Shit." You whisper, "shit, shit, shit!"

You quickly pull off of him, beginning to slip your panties and bra back on.

Jungkook flinches at the sudden loss of warmth around him, looking down at his cock and seeing a mixture of his and your cum coating his thighs. "Don't you need to clean up?" he whispers.

"I'll stop by the bathroom on the way." you murmur, now fully dressed, "thank you for that, by the way." you wink, grabbing the back of his neck and pressing a hard kiss against him. Then, you're out the door.

Jungkook is left naked on the floor, confused, and wanting to ask why exactly you have asymmetrical scars on your back.

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Is this healthy or toxic? - Chapter 8

Pairing: Changkyun x female OC

Genre: smut, fluff, angst, sad with happy ending. Warning: soft drugs, explicit, violence

Words: 5k

Summary: What began as a casual relationship ended up becoming the most important thing for Changkyun. While fighting for his relationship, the rapper faces his greatest insecurities with the help of the love of his life and other members of Monsta X.

Chapters: 16

Chapter 8 - Red Camellias

The next morning, as I.M had predicted, the girl could not bear the pain and they had to leave early to the company, where the doctor who was in charge of treating the idols and dancers would see her. Apparently, it was the inflammation that was affecting her, but that would subside with the right medications. The doctor thought that she would feel better in a couple of days, but it was necessary for her to rest and to rehearse with the group during the concerts in Brazil without trying too hard.

Liv was out of Korea for over a month and even though the time difference was huge, she managed to keep in touch every day with I.M, who missed her so much that it wasn't something he wanted to keep it to himself.

"You should come back now, baby. Leave someone else in charge it's been a long time, come on."

"There is little left, just one more week."

"One week? No, no! Tell them to practice alone. You shouldn't even be there!

"No?"

"No! You should be home with me. On my bed. Tell them your knee hurts again and you need to rest."

"Among all the things that we are going to do when I arrive, the last will be to rest."

"Olivia, I'm being serious, come back now."

"Just one more week, babe, I promise you I'll be there soon."

The day the girl returned, I.M was looking at the clock non-stop and had earned more than a scolding from Kihyun, as he tried to rush everyone to finish earlier. "What the hell is wrong with you today?"

"Why do you last so long with such a short song?" He asked dramatically dropping into an armchair.

"Maybe because we don't all spit out a thousand words in a minute? Calm down now or we're going to practice all night."

No one listened to I.M for the rest of the rehearsal, he was so desperate to leave that Jooheon was quietly laughing, especially when the practice ended and he saw the maknae run out of the building. The rest of the members saw each other, but Changkyun did such strange things at times, that they just ignored him.

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The couple decided to meet a few streets before the airport because I.M couldn't pick her up in such a public place. When they finally saw each other and Liv got in the car, she didn't even have time to greet him when the rapper was already welcoming her with a kiss that lasted for quite some time.

"You can't go for so long again." He said totally serious. I.M was used to going on tour, but he had never had to see someone he cares to be away for so long, that was too new for him.

"I missed you a lot." She said hugging him and closing her eyes, enjoying his scent.

"I have something for you." Liv moved when she felt him moving, also, she saw that he was more excited than usual and the singer's cheeks had even taken more color. "Do you promise not to laugh? This is the first time I have bought something like this."

"Of course not! Let me see!" She answered even clapping for the emotion.

"Close your eyes."

Changkyun took something from the back of the car and carefully placed it in Olivia's arms. Opening her eyes, she was extremely surprised to see an arrangement of white, red, and pink camellias. The only time she had received flowers had been from her brother. Liv had not wanted to tell her parents that she would participate in a school talent show dancing, as she felt embarrassed, but she did tell her brother, who came to support her with some beautiful flowers. The girl was so impressed to get flowers again, that she couldn't even thank him and for a moment I.M thought he had done something wrong, that he had chosen the flowers wrong.

"It's your birthday flower." He explained clearing his throat a bit. "But I didn't know which color to give you, all mean something different. The white ones symbolize admiration and gratitude, the pink ones the desire to be again with someone you miss, and the red ones love and hope. In the end, I couldn't choose just one color and bought all three." He said with a very deep voice, but Liv understood him perfectly. "I truly admire your work as a dancer and composer; also, I thank you for how you changed my life." He said pointing at the white ones. "I've missed you like I never imagined." He said that time pointing to the pink ones, and when he got to the red ones, Liv saw him more nervous than ever. "And these are because... well, I really hope I'm doing things right this time." He said making her smile tenderly since she knew he wanted to tell her something else but he still didn't dare.

"Liv? You don't like them, right? They weren't the best option. Sorry, I'll try again." He said trying to take the flowers again but she took them and shook her head negatively. She even had to wipe a couple of tears that fell.

"I had only received flowers once, my brother gave them to me. And the fact that you are now giving them to me means a lot. I didn't imagine I'd get flowers again from someone so important to me, until today." She said kissing his forehead. "I would have chosen the same colors for you. However, I think I would have given you all the red ones." Liv surprised him so much that he only managed to react when she kissed him.

When they got home, the singer finished setting the table, turned on the oven, and served the glasses of wine while Liv left her luggage in the room. I.M had no idea what was going on in the room, he was really focused on dinner when he suddenly felt his girl hugging him from behind and kissing his back.

"I have something for you too." Liv said in his ear with a tone of voice that caused a chill in I.M.

When Changkyun turned around and looked at what Liv was wearing, he almost dropped the bottle of wine. The choreographer wore black lace lingerie. She always found a way to drive him crazy, she had already used lingerie to provoke him, but nothing like that night. Changkyun hadn't been able to say a word when he already had Olivia devouring his neck. In fact, the girl smirked as it was a matter of seconds for her to feel the reaction of the rapper's body. Being so close, it was very easy for her to realize what she was doing to him.

I.M let out a very hoarse sound as his girl took him by the hand and led him into the room. Normally, Changkyun used to be very daring in bed, they had already experienced many things and he used to be the one in control, but for that night the choreographer had something different planned. Olivia put on music and I.M bit his lower lip, understanding what she would do. She knew that the last few days Changkyun had been very interested in his girl's practices, Liv had even sent him a couple of videos to ask for his opinion regarding some moves. The more she knew him, she realized how excited he got when he saw her dancing; therefore, she had prepared a dance just for him.

There was no one who had better control of every part of her body than the dancer, not for nothing had she won so many awards every time she presented a dance. Being so skilled, she knew that she could drive Changkyun crazy in just seconds. The way she cornered him against the bed and released her bra made the rapper kiss her breasts with all of himself, even leaving many marks where he had kissed with even more intensity. Liv let I.M lose himself with her breasts and her lower abdomen, but when he was about to go down a bit more, she took his chin and didn't let him.

"Liv, I know how wet you are, I know you, let me continue." He said touching her under her underwear, and even though the girl moaned loudly and even raised her hips almost begging him to continue, she got up from the bed and brought him closer to her.

"Wait a bit."

"I've already waited too long." He replied kissing her neck but Olivia didn't let him, and laughing stopped him to cover his eyes.

"Kyun, today's just about you. Trust me, I'll give you your best night." The girl stood with her back in front of him and I.M immediately recognized that she was totally naked. A few seconds later, he smiled when he felt her tongue licking two of his fingers and directing it herself, she brought I.M's hands to her body. Already there, he understood perfectly what his girl wanted him to do to her and he didn't waste an instant. However, even though he was driving her crazy and hearing her moan non-stop at the way he moved his fingers, Olivia hadn't stopped dancing, but now the movements were slower since she knew that would kill him.

They had made love so many times that they both knew perfectly every movement, gesture, and even sound of when they were about to reach their limit. By the way Liv was moaning, I.M knew she was about to come and this time he wasn't going to stop even if she tried to push his hand away. Soon, I.M's excellent finger work caused Liv to lose her legs a bit, but the rapper held her while laughing with that tone of voice that drove her crazy.

"That was not the idea, you're such a cheater." Liv said very agitated and smiling more than pleased, especially because she noticed that his underwear was also wet, Liv had provoked him so much and he wanted her so bad that the girl practically didn't have to touch him to make him cum a little.

"Liv, you are perfect." He said continuing to kiss her neck. "I'm crazy about you." I.M took her in his arms and laid her on his bed while he finished taking everything off, he was about to regain control when Liv bit his lip hard and left him lying under her.

I.M shuddered on the bed every time his girl provoked him by letting his body enter hers just a little, but when he was about to move with more passion, Olivia would smile at him and not let him. Although I.M's frustration was greater than ever and his chest was even drenched in sweat, Olivia was sure that the rapper would have one of the best nights of his life, as she was stimulating him to the highest peaks. She knew when to stop tempting him, and leaning her back, she got dangerously close to him, who was looking at her with a gaze that not even Liv had seen before, it was full of desire, Changkyun felt that his body was going to explode at any moment for all the desire he felt for her.

"Fuck me, Changkyun." She said finally letting the rapper take control.

Just as Olivia had planned, I.M was so aroused that every time he moved his hips against hers he enjoyed it even more, he felt each movement more intensely, and hearing his girl practically screaming his name had him ecstatic. Despite having been dating for almost a year, I.M had never felt like that night, and he knew that not only was he enjoying himself, because the choreographer kept telling him how good she felt and how much she liked each movement.

The adrenaline, desire, and pleasure they both felt that night made I.M lift her up without even needing to take out his body and made Liv slam her back against the wall with force. Changkyun had his nights when he did things calmly, even very tenderly, but this was definitely not one of those nights. There was a moment in which he went so deep that he reached a new point in his girl's body; as a consequence, Olivia dug her nails into I.M's shoulders until she tore his skin. The rapper smirked when he realized that he had found the point that would make the girl not hold out much longer. A short time later, the two of them had reached their limits and hardly managed to return to bed. They were so exhausted that they could only smile, they couldn't say a single word.

The couple was a mess and it happened the same with their bed because the back of it had been broken by how hard I.M had made the girl hold on to it.

"So what do you think of the surprise?" Olivia asked laughing while she was lying on his chest.

"Every time I'm with you I feel that there can't be something that feels better, and each time I realize how wrong I am. But today... I think I could die happy after this night." He said making the girl laugh even more and coming closer to kiss him.

"I won't let you out of here tomorrow."

"Baby, I don't think we can do it even if we want to." He said smiling and raising his eyebrows.

"I had no idea you had that strength."

"Me neither." He confessed without being able to stop smiling. At that moment, a smell came from the kitchen and their eyes widened when they realized that they left the oven on and clearly the dinner had burned. "How bad is it that we leave that there?"

"You mean, besides burning the house? Go" Liv said pushing him because she needed to rest a little more. Changkyun lazily got up to turn off the oven. When he got to the kitchen, he saw that it wasn't just the oven. Liv had distracted him when he had various things in the kitchen and of course, it all ended up burning.

"Shit..." He said without knowing where to start cleaning. After a while of being in the kitchen, he was looking for what else they could eat and realized that he didn't know how to cook practically anything, what he had prepared for Liv for that night had been an exception and he had done it only because Jooheon had practically written to him every step.

"Need help?" Liv asked leaning against one of the walls.

"Do you really want to kill me?" He asked when he saw that she had put her lingerie back on, but this time she had his shirt on top. "Liv, you can't show up here like this! Do you want me to finish ruining everything that is edible in this house?"

"I can't find my clothes." She said walking to him. "Let me help you, you haven't even turned off the oven well."

Changkyun was hypnotized looking at the girl walking in the kitchen like it was her house too. He had made sure that she felt like home since the first day. Before dating Liv, I.M didn't have more than what he needed in the apartment, first because he spent a lot of time in the dorm with the other members and second because he didn't see it as a home until now. However, now there were things from Liv all over the house and it was something he loved. The rapper valued the intimacy between the two of them more than anything else; thus, knowing that they had a place where they could forget about everything was something that Changkyun treasured. Outside the apartment they could not be as close as they wanted, they met with many people and had to please everyone. But inside the apartment, it was just the two of them, I.M was only hers, and Liv was only his.

I.M never got tired of seeing her without makeup, with her natural messy hair, and wearing his shirts, it was during those moments when Liv simply took his breath away. He had seen her like that countless times, but they were all like the first time they had woken up together and he couldn't find the right words to tell her how much he liked her.

"As I can tell, we have two options, instant ramen, or a bag of gummies. And if you're not fast enough, I'll get the gummies." She joked opening the bag but he didn't answer back. "What's the matter? It's not that bad, and look! They're your favorites." However, he just smiled looking at the floor. "Kyun? What's going on?"

"It's no big deal." Liv knew how shy I.M could be depending on the situation. It was when he began to touch his neck that he felt the greatest embarrassment, and it was what he was doing at that moment, but with a sweet kiss, she made him talk. "I was just thinking that I don't understand how someone like me can have you in his life."

"Are you talking about the same girl who is offering you a bag of gummies for dinner?" That just provoked I.M to smile in the most lovely way.

"Liv, I could have that for dinner every day of my life if you stay with me." I.M said that more seriously that anything before; but he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable and changed the topic by taking her hand. "Let's prepare the tub while we order something to eat."

They were in the tub for a long time without feeling the need to talk, just enjoying each other's hugs and kisses. Both Liv and IM had gone through many things that would bring anyone down, they already knew what it was to feel totally alone, they had both been so used to being alone, that they never imagined that they would find someone, much less someone who would accept them with everything that that implied. They had come to think that they just weren't good enough that they couldn't even dream of having a relationship like the one they had now. However, now they were together and the two of them were holding on tightly to each other, vowing to themselves that they wouldn't ruin things this time and would seize the opportunity life was giving them to finally be happy.

******

After a few days, the couple was working on a song when Liv's cell phone rang. Normally, if they were together, neither of them would even see the cell phone, but when the girl saw that it was the number of the lawyer who had helped her with the sale of the house, she was quite surprised for everything was supposed to be finished. I.M saw his girl's face as she spoke, and when the call finally ended, Liv sighed and tried to go back to work, but Changkyun waited for her to tell him what was wrong.

"They still can't demolish the house, I haven't finished taking everything out."

"I thought it was empty." Commented the rapper, to which Olivia responded by shaking her head. "Should we go now? Do you want to pick up what you left behind?"

"I haven't entered that place since I moved in with Kihyun."

"I can go in if you want, or we can go in together."

As soon as Olivia agreed, the couple left the house. All the way the girl was silent because she kept thinking that she couldn't enter, the memories of the life she had had with her parents and brother were going to be devastating for her. She even asked I.M several times to turn back, she told him that she would ask someone to go get the boxes, but he found a way to convince her. When they were in front of the door, Olivia backed away and was about to leave, but I.M's arms stopped her.

"Precious, you can't block this forever. You need to start working little by little to overcome what happened. It may be painful at first, but it is the place where you lived the best years of your life, there are many beautiful memories there."

"I can't do it, Changkyun."

"Yes, you can." He corrected taking her face. "You're not going to do it alone, I'm not going to leave you, okay?"

That was the further Liv had come since the death of her parents, the girl had not even been able to go to the funeral, she didn't go to pick up her things at home, she couldn't face anything that had to do with the death of her family. When I.M opened and walked in with her by the hand, he felt how she was shaking and how cold she was. For a moment he also thought that it would be better if he went in alone, but he knew that Liv needed at least a first contact with her memories; otherwise, they would never leave her alone.

Even though the furniture was gone, Olivia could remember every detail that had come before. Her mother's pictures, her father's books, even her toys and those of her brother all over the house. When they went into the kitchen and Olivia opened the window, an image immediately came to her mind, one of her parents trying to convince her to eat well and stop eating sweets. She even remembered her brother passing her some candies under the table while their parents prepared something healthy for them. The memory of her mother cooking while her father fixed their clothes before going to class all morning made her immediately look for I.M, who hugged her and kissed her head.

"It's okay that you miss them." He whispered in her ear. "You're doing perfect, you're being very brave."

After being in the kitchen, they went through the living room, through their parents' room, through hers, and finally, they entered her brother's, where the boxes were waiting for them. The boxes had photos of the entire family, her parents' engagement rings, newspaper clippings that spoke of Liv's mother's excellent work as an architect, and the pictures her father had drawn. Liv had also saved the drawings her brother had made trying to match their dad's. All those things she had kept shortly before an aunt took her to live with her and she had never seen them again. There were even the plans of the house, it was what was most protected.

"My parents designed the house together."

"Liv, we can recover the house, I can talk to my lawyer."

"No, it's too late."

"Gorgeous, are you sure you want to do this?"

"I don't have them, Kyun, I won't look for them in memories. I just don't deserve this house. If it wasn't for me... Forget it, let's just go, please."

The following days Changkyun was looking after the girl because he knew that the visit to the house was going to affect her a lot and he was not wrong. For numerous days the girl didn't even smile and several nights Changkyun woke up and didn't see her by his side. He had found her in the room where they composed looking at the photos of her family. All those nights he wrapped up her and made sure that she at least rested on his shoulder while she looked at the photos.

*******

"Hyung, I think I made a mistake." Said Changkyun having dinner with Kihyun.

"During the concert? Yes, a couple, but it's no big deal."

"With Liv, but thank you for that."

"With Liv? I though you guys were fine."

"I convinced her to go to her parents' house, she needed to pick up some boxes and I though that by facing that she would feel better, but now she doesn't even smile."

"What? How did you convince her? My parents and I have tried that for many years."

"There's nothing to be happy about it, I think I fucked up everything."

"Of course not! Changkyun, she's going through a grief that she couldn't face for a long time, and that she refused to do for years. Are you kidding me? Man, you finally broke Liv's shield."

"I feel like shit, I don't like to see her like that."

"Well, obviously, you care about her. Liv is the bravest person I've met, she'll be fine, especially if you're with her." He said patting his back. "I'd never imagined you would be such a good boyfriend."

"There's something I think you'd like to see." I.M took out a photograph from his bag and Kihyun saw a photo of Liv, her brother, and himself in an amusement park. They were laughing after visiting a haunted house and Liv's mother had taken the picture. Kihyun perfectly remembered that day. He even needed to leave the picture on the table because of his tears falling down. He drank water and for a moment he was silent. "For years I've asked the same, why did a person like him die. Why did Liv have to experience that?"

"What happened? How did they die?"

"It was a car accident. Liv never talked about the details, I don't know exactly what happened."

"Hyung, what if I pushed her too hard?"

"No, you're doing what's best for her. Liv is practically my sister, we lived together for years and she never even mentioned that day with me or my parents, but she trusts you, she even trusted you her heart. You are doing what nobody could do. I think the wrong one was me, you must have been together before. You don't know how happy I am that neither of you listened to me. Jooheon was right, I don't know a single shit." Kihyun said making I.M laugh.

"How did you know that?"

"After you left the party I had to listen to Jooheon angry and drunk talking about how stupid I am. He totally forgot his place, but he was right so I didn't say anything. But don't get used to it, you need to respect me."

"Yeah, right..." He said trying not to laugh just with the mental image of Jooheon being disrespectful.

That night Olivia didn't want to have dinner either, and although Changkyun was beginning to worry about her health, at least Liv didn't push him away, she was still just as loving with him as always; moreover, she was being extremely honest, if he asked her what was wrong, she answered she needed a little more time to get over the house. There was only one thing that was torturing her, and that was thinking about how I.M would react when she told him what had happened that night. Just thinking about the possibility of him breaking up with her stopped Liv more than once when she was about to talk to him. After all, it was no wonder, Liv had blamed herself for what had happened all her life and had never talked about it with anyone. As Kihyun had said, no one but her knew what the accident had been like.

When they went to sleep Liv asked him for the first time to turn off the light and lay down on his chest. "I'm sorry, I know I'm not making things easy for you, I promise I'll be better tomorrow."

"Do not say that." He said immediately lighting the lamp to be able to look at her. "Yo're not complicating anything, you don't have to force yourself to feel good when you need your time to heal. The night in your parents' house was not easy; besides, I know that it has been difficult for you to get used to living this with someone else. I know how hard you are trying to let me be with you."

"You are the only good thing I have had in my life for a long time, I couldn't do this without you. Also, I've been thinking about something, the first time we went to the movies, I think you couldn't enjoy it, we could try again if you want."

"That sounds great." He replied kissing her forehead and happy to hear her a little more cheerful.

Liv came over to kiss him and I.M responded with a smile on his face, kissing her slowly. When he felt the girl's hands on his chest, he carefully laid on top of Liv, but instead of touching her leg, which was what he always did, he moved his hand to her face and touched her with great tenderness, provoking that the choreographer's heartbeat got even stronger. When the kiss ended, I.M made their foreheads touch, his heart was beating just as hard as hers and for a few seconds he was admiring her eyes and her smile until he was finally able to speak.

"Liv, I love you."

"I love you too, Kyun."

That night, Olivia felt I.M more adoring than ever while making love to her. He kissed her like never before and touched her like she was the most fragile thing he had. The smiles that he dedicated to her that night had Olivia like in a dream since the love that the rapper was showing was something that Liv didn't even know could exist. Changkyun had learned to express his feelings for her with words, but definitely, he was better at demonstrating with actions than with words, and it was what he did that night, in which he convinced Liv that she was what he loved most in his life.

There, she was more than sure to tell him about that night; she understood that, despite everything, Changkyun would stay by her side. After all, he was as in love with her, as Liv with him.

To be continued… 🐱

✮ Chapter 7

✮ Chapter 9

#monsta x #monbebe #monsta x scenarios #minhyuk monsta x #monsta x imagines #lim changkyun #changkyun #i.m changkyun #changkyun fanfic #monsta x fanfic #kpop fanfic #kihyun

[vivilove-jonsa]

I had me a girl

@jonsaseasonalbash

Day 5 prompt-Songs

Lyrics and title from 'I Had Me a Girl' by The Civil Wars

***

They all think they understand him just because they’ve listened to his music.  They don’t understand though.  They don’t know anything.

They think his muse, the inspiration for all his songs, must be someone from his past, someone who broke his heart once…or maybe he broke hers.

They don’t know the truth and they can’t because they’d never understand.  She’s not part of his past.  She’s not someone he can imagine ever cutting out or leaving behind, not really.

And, Jon Snow would cease to be some rock god in the making if they knew.  No one would even want to admit they’d ever known a single one of his songs or even knew his name if they learned the truth.

Every night, they chat and pretend it’s normal what they do.  Neither one is fooled.  Every night, he sinks deeper into a hell of his own making.  Maybe she burns too though.

He waits with bated breath for the connection to go through.  Wi-Fi is horrible at this hotel chain.  The chat connects and then…

“That’s a lot of pink.  Where the fuck are you, Sansa?”

She giggles, turns the phone around so he can see her face at last, the face that’s always haunting him whenever he’s alone in hotel rooms at night.

“Mama and I went shopping earlier.  I got a new comforter.  You like it?”

“Yeah, it’s, uh…pink.  How’s your mother?”

“Fine,” she says in a tone that tells him the topic isn’t open for further discussion tonight.  "I told her I'm getting my own place next month."

"Did you tell her how you're paying for it?"

"I'm doing alright and they don't need to worry about it.  I'm not a kid anymore."

Her mother’s a touchy subject, one Sansa usually avoids during their chats.  Cat’s no idiot.  She’s not fond of him in general and especially not fond of him being close to her daughter.  At least, she doesn’t know the whole truth.

Moving out is another difficult subject.  He's footing most of the bills but she'll still be in the same town as them and Jon can't just ignore that.

Sansa flops back on the bed, holding her phone up above her, letting that red hair of hers fan out all around her on the new pink comforter.  Those wisps of red hair which seem to outline every note he writes tease him as they fall back on her pillow.  He thinks of them blowing around her pink cheeks on the northern breeze.

She’s got his latest song playing in the background.  He wonders if she always has it cued up and ready for their nightly chat.  Does she know they’re all about her?

‘I had me a girl

who taught me those things

a young man should know…’

He adjusts the angle of his laptop to cut down on the glare from the table lamp.  He likes having her on the bigger screen.

She’s dressed for bed, wearing his old high school jersey.  He can see nearly all of her thighs like this.  She never wears any pajama bottoms, not when they’re talking.

“You look tired,” she comments, frowning.

“Long hours in the studio this week,” he says with a shrug.

“Anyone keeping you up late at night down there in the big city?”

She gets jealous.  She has no reason to be.  Maybe that’s part of the problem.  If he could find some girl around (there’s plenty of them down here who’d hook up with a rock star), if he could take one of them back to his room one night instead of calling her, maybe he’d stop obsessing over this girl.

Yeah, she’d be hurt and he knows he’d hurt too but then maybe they’d get over it and finally move on from this thing they do.

“No one’s keeping me up late ‘cept you.  What color’s your toenail polish tonight?”

She blushes so pretty for him, knowing what’s next.  They do this nearly every night when they chat.

Slowly, she lets her phone drift down those long legs of hers for him, she shows him every creamy inch, until she reaches her perfectly polished toes.

“Blue, huh?”  One hand drops down to adjust himself.  He’s already getting hard.  “That doesn’t match the comforter.”

The phone’s back up to her face.  “I didn’t paint them to match the comforter.  They match something else I bought today.”

“Oh?  Show me, baby.”

She grins, giving him that devilish little look he knows too well, the one he first saw when they were far too young and reckless and lucky not to get caught, the one that tells him Cat’s little angel is about to let her halo slip.

“Just these,” she says casually, pulling up his jersey to reveal a pair of panties, light blue and lacy.

His voice is like gravel when he tells her, “Those are pretty.  Are they soft?”

“Very soft.”

“As soft as what’s in ‘em?”

She shakes her head and he tells her what he wants her to do.

“You too, Jon.  I want to see you, too,” she says all whimpery and sweet.  His sweet girl, he misses her so much.  He’s going to stay up all night writing another song when they’re done maybe and tomorrow he’ll ask the guys to try it out in the studio with him.

But an unexpected, thundering knock on her door has her sitting up before they can really get started.  She shoves his jersey back down right as it opens.

“Daddy!  I was just chatting with Jon!” Sansa explains, voice high and nervous…not that the old man will notice.

Jon’s stomach churns when Ned Stark’s face leans into the frame.  That solemn face breaks into a grin once he sees Jon.

“How’s Kings Landing treating you, son?”

“It’s good, Dad,” Jon answers, hating himself, wondering if he’d rather scowl at the interruption or vomit because of all the things he wants to do with his daddy’s little girl tonight.

#jonsa #jonsa fic #vivilove-jonsa fic #jonsaspringautumn #day 5 prompt songs

[yoongsicles]

warning: swearing, cheating

wc: 1,196 (blue font means flashback)

genre: lil' fluff, angst, smut

Track 1: Deja Vu (Xiao Dejun)

"You ready?" your boyfriend, Dejun asked you as you fix your seatbelt "Yes!" you raised your arm excitedly.

He started his car engine and you played your favorite song on his car radio.

Road trip with Dejun has always been your favorite activity to do with him. Well, besides you know.

Going to random places, singing your favorite songs, having sex in the backseat of his car. Those are just the things that are included in your "to-do list with Dejun every weekend"

Both of you are well-known as the hottest couple in your college department. Dating Dejun for a year has completely changed your life in a good way. You swear if there's someone better than your boyfriend, you'd still choose Dejun.

You can't just imagine your life without him.

"Look who we have here" your friend, Joy whispered beside you pointing at the girl in front of you. "Oh," you said when you realized who it was.

Mina. Dejun's new girl.

She shyly smiled looking at you. Clearly doesn't know that you're his boyfriend's ex.

"You're still prettier" Joy whispered again while handing the registration form to Mina. You slightly elbowed your friend laughing quietly with her.

Dejun's taste in girls is obvious. Not too skinny, not too light-skinned, shorter than him, a bit curvy, and has a smile that could light up his world.

And you know these because you're his standard or should you say, you just know your ex too well.

"So, you're the new girl," you said starting a conversation. Mina looked at you still smiling "Yes and I'm so excited to join your org" she replied and continued writing.

Your fake smile fade away when you noticed a familiar thing on her neck.

"Your necklace" you muttered still focused on it. She stopped writing and held the necklace "Oh, it's a gift from my boyfriend. It's beautiful right?" you swear her face is annoying you.

"Oh my God" Joy gasped looking at you.

Your moans and Dejun's are the only thing you can hear right now as he thrust his cock in you for the second round. Here you are again, making love in the backseat of his car.

"Baby, I'm c-cumming" you moaned quietly but Dejun just continued fucking you "Cum for me, princess," he said sucking your left nipple making you more sensitive.

Dejun rubbed your clit driving you insane. As he moves faster, you can already feel his cock twitching inside you. That means he's about to cum too.

"F-fuck" both of you cursed in unison as you came into your high.

Sticky and sweaty, both of you hugged while you kissed his temple whispering "I love yous"

Almost ten minutes later of just laying there, Dejun sit up and took a box inside his bag. "Happy birthday, princess" he greeted with a cheeky smile and handed you the box.

"Dejun" you murmured in surprise. It was a moon-shaped necklace with a star in the middle.

"You remember how I always call you my star and me as your moon?" he asked getting the necklace from the box and helping you wear it.

"This necklace means that you will always be inside my heart, making me shine brighter,” he said turning you around to meet his eyes.

“And that I’ll never let you go” he added cupping your cheek and kissed your forehead.

“I love you so much, y/n”

“Can you believe that he gave her a similar necklace? Bet he also gave it after having sex with her. Insensitive jerk” Joy still can’t believe what you both saw.

You’re still quiet, looking at Mina’s registration form.

“Uh hello? Earth to y/n” Joy snapped her fingers in front of your face. You sighed looking at her “I don’t know, Joy. It annoys me to be honest knowing that I still have the necklace and it was the symbol of our love before,” you said.

“Symbol of our love my ass. Well, he’s a dick and I’m so glad you two broke up already. I just wish that girl good luck” she scoffed.

“Gonna head out now. Will see you tomorrow, okay?” Joy hugged you before leaving.

After getting your things inside your locker, you immediately came to the parking lot. You just wanna go home after an exhausting day. Welcoming the new members of your organization is just a lot.

Before you even get inside your car, you saw Mina running towards something, or should you say someone.

“Hi!” Mina greeted him excitedly and got a hug from him “You ready for our road trip?” He asked kissing her hand. Mina nodded.

Dejun opened the door for her and before entering the driver’s seat, he saw you standing four cars away from him.

You rolled your eyes at him. You entered your car, starting the engine immediately. As you drove past them, you just can’t help but agree with Joy.

She’s definitely right. Dejun’s a dick and he will always be a dick.

You’ve decided to visit Dejun in his apartment because he said he’s sick and he can’t see you for today. As a worried girlfriend, you bought medicines and even cooked him his favorite dish just to make him feel better.

As you tried entering his password, you got confused because it was wrong. So you tried again but it didn’t work either. You were about to call him when the door suddenly opened surprising you with a shirtless Dejun and a girl behind him.

Both of you stood there. Dejun staring nervously at you as you stared at the girl and him.

Tears forming in your eyes, a heartbeat so loud, and a mind running with thoughts.

“Y/n” is the only word Dejun can say.

“Fuck you” throwing him what you brought before running away from him. Dejun tried to go after you but he felt like his feet were glued on the floor.

You found yourself at the park where you two met. The Dejun you saw earlier wasn't the Dejun you fell in love with. You're disgusted and you just want to curse the shit out of him.

You didn't expect that the guy you love the most would break your world just like that.

Dejun was driving quietly and Mina noticed that something’s bothering him so she turned on the car radio and a very familiar song played.

It was the song you two always played before. The song that made Dejun fall in love with you.

The car stopped shocking Mina. “What’s wrong?”

Dejun didn’t answer. He was just listening to the song while his memories with you keep flashing back in his head. All he knows that what happened before was a mistake.

Cheating on you was a mistake.

And now he’s with another girl whom he thought he can love again just to forget you.

“Shit” he whispered.

Everything’s fucked up. Dejun is still into you. No, he’s still in love with you. And in his heart? You’re still his star.

A star that’s too far away to reach now.

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[tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar]

Oh No, I think I'm Catching Feelings.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x You

Summary: One day, during your stay in Outer Banks for your dad's business trip, you get inside of JJ's head. His friends are no help.

Word Count: 1367

Note: I dreamt about this last night so of course I had to write it as soon and fast as possible. The title is based on the song Sex by EDEN. I mention it during a scene so you should listen to the song when you read it. I might write a Part 2 that's inspired by the lyrics (giving me feedback will help me make up my mind).I hope you love it!

*not my gif. Credit to the owner!*

For the past two days, the only time your father talks to you is when he reminds you that this isn't a vacation, it's for work. You get stuck to go to brunch with his partner's daughter in the four star you're staying in.

Your mother is quick to judge your outfit. Your favorite and most used pair of shoes, shorts, and a t-shirt. "Y/N you must dress to impress." She pushes you back into the room and starts looking through your suitcase. "I told you to hang this all up."

You jump on the bed and shrug your shoulders. "We're just having breakfast- I mean bunch. I don't understand why this is necessary. Can't we just go to the beach and talk? Let her show me around?"

"Your father says they are one of the richest families on this island. We need them to like us." You roll your eyes, as she gives you a pointed look over her shoulder.

"Change into this and head down to the dinner room. The reservation is under your father's name."

You grab the white knee length dress from her to go change in the bathroom.

────

JJ does a double take when he sees Sarah sitting at a table. He fakes a smile and apologizes for overfilling a glass of water.

He quickly walks away and puts his hands on the back of the chair opposite side of her table and learns in. "You know, it took a big toll on my best friend's mood when you canceled on him."

"I'm meeting my dad's new business partner daughter. Trust me, I'm not happy about it either."

He hums to himself. "That's why you're so dressed up?"

She quotes her mother from earlier. "Dress to impress."

"Are you sure it's not a boy and you're just lying to me?"

Sarah crosses her arms around her chest. "You know I don't like liars, JJ." He nods, understanding how far and deep that means.

Taking a sip of her water, she changes the topic. "Will you get in trouble for talking to me instead of working?"

"I can do both and still get in trouble." He switches the salt and pepper shakers around. She laughs as he turns around quickly to do the same with the nearest table as another bus boy walks up with a girl wearing a white dress following behind him.

Sarah gets up to shake her hand but stops, "is that a mood ring? Oh, my god, I used to have like ten in middle school."

Sarah notices JJ looking over his shoulder when the girl laughs as she sits down.

"I had to buy it after I saw a tiktok about them. Brought back middle school memories for me too. I'm Y/N, by the way."

"Sarah."

"I'm JJ." Sarah gives him a look that says, 'are you serious?'

He smirks as he swings a tablecloth over his shoulder. "Do either of you beautiful ladies need a refill?" His grip on the glass water pitcher tightens when he notices they're both full.

Sarah laughs as she picks hers up and mumbles, "smooth."

You can't help to laugh before saying, "I think we're okay for now, thank you."

He smiles at you and doesn't give Sarah a second glance as he hurries off towards the kitchen's doors.

He kicks them open and gets yelled at for running towards the back room. When he reaches his locker, he grabs his phone and is surprised to see Sarah has already beat him to it. He reads the text.

"I invited her to the party at the boneyard."

Another one comes through.

"She asked if it's made of human or animal bones. I told her you'll more than glad to answer that ;)"

"I hate you. You're a great wingwoman."

───

You watch as the cute bus boy blondie walks away. Sarah catches your eye and you say, "there's no boys that look like that at home."

"You should see his best friend, my boyfriend. You bought up tiktok though, which is my new obsession."

"Mine too. Not to be rude or anything, but I really didn't want to do this stupid brunch idea. So thank you, for seeming to be really cool."

She smiles and says, "There's a party happening tonight at the Boneyard, you should come. Tell your dad I invited you, that should get a yes out of him, right?"

"Most definitely. Can you pick me up? I have no idea where that it is. Is it called the boneyard cause there's animal and human bones there's?"

"No, no. But JJ will be there."

You blush. "Are you his wingwoman?"

"This is the first time being it. How am I doing?"

"You're straight to the point, which is good."

"If you like that, just until later tonight. If JJ gets too much, no one will blame you for yelling at him to shut up. He's used to it. I'm kinda hoping you'll make the impossible happen and make him speechless."

She waves off the waiter. "Do you want hangout until then? Since you're dad payed for this, I can use some of my dad's money for a shopping trip?"

"Can we leave right now? I haven't really gone out and explore-"

"Say no more. Let me just text my friend Kiara, she can join us."

───

Kiara pops her elbow on JJ shoulder, smirking. "I had a lot of fun today, thank you for asking."

He passes her a red solo cup and uses a sweet little voice to ask, "What did you do today, sweetheart?"

"Walked around the town, did some shopping, talked about you with Sarah and Y/N."

Pope laughs as he listens and watches JJ face turn bright red. "Please tell me what you three talked about."

"Maybe later. I'm going to go dance with Y/N."

JJ asks, "Where's your girlfriend?" as soon as John B returns to the table with extra cups.

"Don't you mean Y/N?" He shoves him and mutters, "I hate you all."

Pope gives him a questionable look. "I haven't done anything."

"Yet," JJ adds, glaring at him.

───

"I love this song!" You yell over the music and Sarah has to stop dancing and stand in stillb to remember where it's from. "You mean you love the tiktok tend?"

"That too." Kiara notices you are trying to get the very last of your drink. She points at the refill table and you smile in thanks and tell them you'll be right back. They both share knowing looks as they see that JJ has already noticed you heading towards him.

He pushes his way to stand between and in front of John B and Pope and smirks, "Long time no see."

"I'll like that refill now, please."

Pope rolls his eyes when JJ says, "I'm not working." But isn't too surprised when he still grabs the cup from you. With how he's friend is smiling to himself and how you're looking at him, it finally clicks. "Ah! You most be Y/N. He hasn't stopped talking about you all day."

JJ tints the cup sideways towards Pope's shirt and says, "oops." as the rest of the beer spills over him.

You're still trying not to laugh too hard when JJ asks you if you want to come with him to look for a towel.

As you walk beside him towards the Chateau, JJ flips John B and Pope off when he hears whistling and one of them yelling, "there's beach towels everywhere!"

"I really like your friends."

"Yeah well someone has too. You've been with most of them all day today."

"Maybe you and I can to hangout tomorrow? If you don't have plans or work-"

"How long are you staying here?" He can't help to ask. He has been wondering about it all day.

"I'm surprised your wingwoman didn't tell you. Her dad wants mine to work on more stuff here. Probably will be here for the rest of the week."

"I'll tell her to make her dad change it to two more weeks." You smile at him and he watches as you intertwine your arms together.

"We still need to find a towel for Pope, remember?" You tease and he runs his hands through his hair. "Kiara told me about where you guys hang out. Is that where we're going?"

"Only if you tell me what my friends told you about me."

"Where's the fun in that, Maybank?"

He normally hates it when people call him by his last name. He guesses one of his friends told you that. It doesn't bother him. He normally only bring girls to the Chateau during a party to make out - sometimes to have sex in the guestroom. He notices that he doesn't really want to stop walking next to you and talking. As he guards you both to the longer way to get there, he notices that in one day you are ready friends with his friends. He normally doesn't even think adding someone else to the picture.

He barely hears himself saying, "You're not normal." But he laughs with you when you respond with,"Thank God for that."

"Oh no," he thinks to himself. "I think I'm catching feelings."

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[bumbershots]

Mistletoe & Wine

A/N: Hello this is my collaboration for @goldenbluesuit very well put together Christmas song fic challenge. It’s my first time participating and my first time posting my writing here as well (I’m sort of new, I have no friends) so, I’m kind of nervous and English is not my first language (sorry for any mistakes) thanks to my boyfriend for being a Brit so he could help me with the “slang” and for reading this about fifteen times and listened to Mistletoe and Wine by Cliff Richard throughout the entire week with me lol. Thanks for  taking the time to read this :) If you want to befriend a twenty six year old Aries, or just send me an ask click here.

Word count: 2.8k

Summary: Harry meets a woman that is not here to stay, he will need to decide if that will keep him from making the most of the very few days they have together or dread the imminent separation.

It was raining when her flight landed in London. The kind of rain that doesn't pour heavily, instead it settles over the city for days. And although she can't afford to take a cab, she steps out of the airport just to stare at the endless grey of the sky and wrap herself in her coat because of how cold it was. After a few more minutes she goes back inside to find the way to get out of there on the tube, she knew it to be possible after all the research she's been doing since the age of twelve on the internet.

Soon enough, the man she approached to ask for help, confirms that a train is leaving in a few minutes and she can easily get off at Hammersmith, he even helps her buy the ticket and recommends to get an oyster card if she is going to use London's Underground often. But she doesn't know, she relishes in the element of surprise that is surrounding her life for the next 3 weeks. It excites her to an unfamiliar degree to see people come and go into the carriage, it almost makes her miss her stop, but she manages to get off just in time, her hands clutching the heavy suitcase that contains all her nicest and warmest clothes. She follows the crowd up the stairs and out of the station, the busy street revealed before her is straight out of those books she restlessly studied at school, people wearing trench coats and long scarfs hurry in hopes to avoid the rain and then a red double-decker bus passes by. The cherry on top.

The spontaneous decision to spend Christmas in England instead of her home country was made months ago, on the night of her birthday, although her closest friends would say that she's been dreaming of it since she read Harry Potter. No one gave her a hard time for it, in fact, almost all her friends and family members went to the airport to wish her a safe trip. Her grandmother was cheeky enough to slip a twenty pound note when hugging her goodbye.

Every day of the first week went by in a blur, visiting museums, galleries and walking around the city, getting soaked in its beauty and the endless rain. By the beginning of the second week, a bit tired of the scarce options from the hotel's breakfast, she ventured out, burying half of her face in the scarf she bought the day before at Primark, her feet guiding her almost out of instinct to the little cafe at the end of Hercules road. The place is warm and the menu seems to have it all for a very fair price. After a couple of minutes the Full English wins, she iterates the order to the woman behind the counter and adds a cup of tea handing over the money.

"Get a seat love, I'll bring it over." The elder lady says making the girl smile and thank her before scampering across the room to sit by the window at the four seat table tucked in the corner.

It doesn't take long for her food to arrive and for her to dig in, feeling kind of full almost at the end, she slows down then, a trick her father passed down on her. Let it settle in for a few minutes before going back at it. Works every time. She gets lost on the daily life happening before her eyes, the people walking by, some in a rush maybe to get to work, others in a rush to get to the shops early and buy presents. She could easily tell the difference between one and other. The elderly couple walking to the market, slower than anybody else, arms linked and without a care in the world. A girl around her age doing "the walk of shame" elicited a smirk on her lips. Good for her.

"Do you mind if I take a seat?" She almost missed the question by the stranger standing there. "There's no empty seats elsewhere I'm afraid, I won't bother you." He was right, in the span of thirty minutes the place was full to the brim with families, the three seats at her table the only ones free so, she nodded and even managed to smile in a friendly way. Unfortunately for her, the green eyed stranger did the same, a sweet dimple on his left cheek more prominent than on the right one and she had to eat a spoonful of beans in an attempt to hide her blush.

Two weeks in the country, almost two weeks, and the best looking man on it decides to show up on a greasy spoon cafe when she's eating what's left of her sausages and beans. His food is delivered by the same lady from earlier, of course it is something that looks healthy. The sudden need to fly away from the place pops in her head, it's not a bad one, he doesn't even know her name. She wants to know his. She remembers how he said he wouldn't bother her, it's almost disappointing, she wants to be bothered.

The situation seems to be straight out of a rom-com, she is cutting the banger in little pieces, as if the formula to spark conversation with the mystery guy keeping her company is hidden in them. But after five minutes she sighs quietly, knowing that her own shyness won't let her even glance at him again. She will have to do her best to remember him and observe from the corner of her eye until the last piece of minced pork is consumed by her. And maybe she will gush about how gorgeous he was with her friends once she is back home, describing his shiny emerald eyes for them, sharing a sigh when she recalls how dreamy his accent was and squeal upon the memory of his raspy voice.

Ten minutes later her last bite is chewed and swallowed, the cup is empty as well. She's about to grab her coat draped on the back of her chair. "I'm going to have to break my non-disturbing you promise but... um, that's a sick cardigan." His voice doesn't sound confident as before, he even clears his throat, but his eyes never leave hers.

"Thanks, my grandma knitted it for me." She forgets about her coat and straightens out a bit for him to appreciate the colourful patchwork and extends her left arm to show the over-sized sleeve. Her companion hums in approval. "She hates it."

"What?" His green eyes widening in disbelief and she just shrugs.

"As soon as I put it on she went on and on about how horrible it was, the wrong proportions and how it all seemed better off in her mind." They share a giggle and don't notice that their empty plates have been taken away and the place is no longer swamped by people. "But I like it, I like it a lot, does a good job keeping me warm." And makes her look lovely, he thinks but doesn't say.

Instead he licks his lips before speaking again. "I'm Harry." He offers his left hand and she quickly eyes the cross tattoo.

"I'm a tourist." She says before adding her real name, earning a deep chuckle from him before letting go of his hand.

The set of circumstances in which she met Harry is dreamy for sure, but something about him made the set of affairs so real. When he asked about the places where she'd been the scoff afterwards and the roll of his eyes made her ask what was wrong about them. But he didn't answer, with a shake of his head and a deep sigh he asked for her phone number. The promise to show her the real London lingered in the air as they parted ways outside of the corner cafe.

Her heart raced at the very sight of him outside Borough Market the following morning. "Morning love, alright?" he greeted her before hugging her tight and quick. It was so genuine it made her wonder if she really just met him the day before. "Do you like doughnuts?"

"Who doesn't?" she says with that grin he worries will wait for him in his dreams.

"Wisest words ever spoken." Harry's arm is wrapped around her shoulders, guiding her on their quest inside the huge market.

The early morning is spent too soon, Harry guides her to talk to the stall owners, they are so passionate about their produce, most of them willing when possible to give them a sample. The highlight is the stop at Bread Ahead, they buy more doughnuts than what she thinks they need. They eat them all while sharing a Monmouth coffee. Harry shares with her stories about almost every stall they passed by. "I'm not a fan of red meat, and oysters." She keeps record of it, basking in his lovely anecdotes that seemed to summon the sun from it's hiding place. "We're granted a sunny day in winter!" He celebrates and it's impossible not to join him. "Let's go to Richmond Park."

Of course she nods in agreement and follows him down the street where he parked his car before she gets in the passenger seat. The stranger danger alarm, should've gone off in her head. But there was something about him, like he was holding her in place. As she heard Harry speak about his job, it started to make more sense in her head. Harry was a lot like this country, foreign, new, exciting and hers for the next few days. He made that clear when they parted ways at the end of the day.

"Come home with me for Christmas." Harry asked her on what would be the beginning of her last week in London, while having a picnic on Primrose Hill.

"With your family?" Her eyebrows were shot up when he nodded, fighting back that deadly smirk of his. "All your relatives will be there?" He nods again and she scoffs completely agitated. "Don't be daft Harry!" She voices out her feelings borrowing an expression of his.

He laughs and it's impossible for her not to join him, her face growing hotter by the second. "I don't want to go without you, and mum will love to have you there," that's what she fears.

"I don't know Harry, might be weird." He disagrees right away.

"It's close to Liverpool, we could spend a day or two over there." The past week he's been trying to learn as many things from her as possible and if he chooses his words carefully he can convince her. "Pay a visit to Anfield, The Cavern." His fake nonchalant attitude makes her roll her eyes, "Strawberry Fields is there too, you know?" She agrees and he kisses the back of her hand to mask the proud grin on his face.

In the past, she was always careful not to let a partner know how deeply she cared about them. The thought of being vulnerable made her lose her mind, thinking it was a sign of weakness. But seeing Harry drive through the English countryside, singing at the top of his lungs to Mistletoe and Wine by Cliff Richard and smiling just for her. It made her want to tell him, but not even all the words in every single language ever spoken by humanity could be enough to give him an idea of how much she cares for him.

There hasn't been a proper kiss between them, it puzzled her at first. Because his gaze seemed to be constantly directed to her lips. But then there was all the touching, holding hands, tucking her to his side when walking, his tender touch before hugging her goodbye. And the way he was always running his hands through her hair.

"She's a friend," he introduces her to his mum Anne and sister Gemma, after saying her name, chewing on the word like it's that mint gum he carries in his purse everywhere he goes. "Was a bloody tourist when I first met her but now... she's a proper Londoner." She doubts it, but she agrees on them being friends and she likes it, a lot.

They help Anne and Gemma to set the table and the finishing touches for dinner. Only three more family members show up and she chastises Harry for making her believe that all of his offspring was going to attend. That's how they usually spend Christmas Eve back home, she explains.

It saddens him, the thought of her going back to her home country in five days time. All the way across the Atlantic, six hours behind him. It's almost unfair.

"Tell me more about it," Harry's curiosity is genuine, thinking that he would love to know more about her traditions. Perhaps even be lucky enough to share them someday.

"We don't have these," she regrets taking a tube of brightly coloured paper. "We have piñatas though." She adds proudly and Harry's jaw hangs open in surprise.

"No fucking way!" He is immediately told off by his mum as they all take a seat at the table. "I thought that was only allowed for birthdays."

"There's no rules for that!" She takes the Christmas cracker out again and Harry takes it from the other end. "So, I just pull it?" He nods and it makes a noise revealing the present.

"You get the crown." Harry unfolds it before helping her fix it atop her head. "And the little toy, what is it?oh... I get the joke!" His family groans, his sister hiding her face in hands, but all she sees is the glint in Harry's eye before he reads. "Who's Rudolph's favourite pop star?"

"I don't know," she's the only one that was going to ask him. And she really wanted to know.

"Beyon-sleigh!" Harry watches in delight how the girl before him snorts at the silly and not so funny joke.

"That was awful." She confessed.

"Agree, next year we'll make our own. Riddles only." His mum adds and Harry protests right away but is shushed by Gemma's voice reading out loud the riddle from her cracker.

Next year, she will probably be spending the day with her numerous family, she thinks. Harry will be here again, telling awful jokes, pulling away Christmas crackers. Perhaps he will bring another person with him. She tries to push the poisonous thoughts down with a big gulp of wine. Only succeeding when Harry's left hand rests on her knee, his thumb rubbing circles on her skin exposed by her ripped jeans while he listens to his sister talk about her podcast. It marvels her how he is there, for everybody.

After dinner they play family games and Harry makes a fake tantrum after his cousin Chloe claims his companion for her team.

"She's mine!" He argues, his long arms embracing her easily. She ends up joining the other team, but the quick kiss she bravely gave to his neck before he let her go, confirmed the words he spoke.

There is a three step process Harry follows to know he's fallen in love. If he finds himself talking about them with every living soul, if he does something they like just because it makes him miss them less and finally if he takes them home to meet his mum. He knows that for the past few days, there was no other topic to discuss with him than the girl sitting beside him in the sofa. He's been drinking tea every morning, just because it reminds him of her. He watches her talk to his mother about how much they like Rod Stewart and knows that he's in too deep.

It should bother him, because she will leave. And all these moments spent, will be just distant memories for him to torture himself over and over again. He wants to feel the angst of knowing that maybe she will forget him, maybe she has a partner back home. He gives up on trying to feel miserable, agreeing with that song from earlier. It is a time to rejoice in the good that we see, a time for living and believing.

Right now all he sees is her, he sighs before tucking her by his side, her brown doe eyes meeting his briefly before sneaking an arm around his waist. She continues to chat with Anne and Gemma even after the rest of the guests leave, still holding onto him. Harry can see the fondness radiating from his mother and sister for the girl in his arms. He sees trust, and he smiles thinking of a new beginning.

What a beautiful sight.

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[curiousconch]

Rose-colored Glass 

Chapter 11 of Ricochet (An Open Heart AU)

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Synopsis: As winter began its rein in Boston, Heather finds a way to cope with her trauma, discovering the truth while remembering her past. 

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x MC (Dr. Heather Song)

Words: 1.8k+ | Genre: Crime, Suspense/Thriller, Romance

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / emotional trauma, death

Author's Notes: This week has been hard for me, and writing this chapter was unimaginably difficult because of it. Thankfully, like Heather, I found a way to cope, and people to help me get through with it. So instead of moping around, I finished this, inspired by the hauntingly beautiful classic song La Vie En Rose (I listened to this particular version on repeat). So, this is for you Nina, rest well in heaven. 

Thank you so much for taking time to read this series. Please let me know if you want me to include/remove you in the tags list. Also, disclaimer: Majority of the characters are owned by Pixelberry, except the main character Heather Song. I also do not claim ownership over the lyrics of La Vie en Rose embedded in this chapter.

Heather's discharge went smoothly, contrary to the time she spent in recovery. Her friends needed to stay behind to complete their shifts, and although Kyra offered to take her home, she refused. She needed to do something first. Heather did agree to let her bring her things back to the apartment, with one exception.

 Her slimmed fingers tightly gripped on the straps of the small bag she was carrying. The sunglasses she brought along tucked on the collar of her salmon sweater, not needing it anymore due to the cluster of clouds that blocked out the sun. Although it was almost noon, the chilly weather provided some semblance of shade as the heels of her boots thumped softly against the soft white snow-covered ground. 

Her gray coat was sprinkled small flakes of snow, as she navigated herself easily amongst the unmarked path, that if a spectator observed, they would readily know that she visited this place often. 

Heather's steps halted as she neared a willow tree, standing in front of a moss-colored headstone, aged by the almost seven years of Boston rain. 

Despite the gloom of her surroundings, Heather's lips curled into a smile, as she kneeled down to gently place the bouquet of pink roses she bought along the way. 

"Hi mom," she said, as the tips of her fingers skimmed the name carved in stone. "I'm sorry it took me so long to visit again. Things have been a little rough." 

She went still for a moment, relishing the poignant silence in remembrance. 

More than her ambition of being trained by America's top diagnostician, this was the reason why she chose Edenbrook. To be near her, to be in her mother's home city, it somehow filled the emptiness of missing her so much. To walk on the same pavements, to spend time in the same parks and places she's been to brought Heather nothing but the strength and determination to make something out of her once miserable life. Whenever she doubted herself, or when she was about to give up, the thought of her mom fighting a sickness no one should endure, gave Heather the much needed relief and energy to get back up again. 

And that's the reason she stood there that cold winter morning. She needed her mom to come through her once again. 

Heather closed her eyes momentarily, letting the rush of the nauseating trauma of the past few weeks resurface. Her whole being has run out dry, weakening her knees. She just felt so numb inside. 

So without inhibitions, she recalled the recent events that turned her life upside down. She told about the threats over her life, and how close she was to her own death. She spoke about Raf and their recent fallout, how heartbreaking it was but relieving at the same time. She brought up Bryce last. 

"This man, mom... I can't even begin to explain how I feel about him," Heather said as she rubbed a hand over her temple. "There's something about him that I just couldn't describe. It's been there since I've first met him, and it's still here until now..." 

Her head dropped low in between her shoulders, as she remembered with fondness the emotions that Bryce stirred within her the first time they met, leading up to their frustrating confrontation. Heather irked as the thought of her failure came. 

"But somehow, I messed it up. I picked someone else, because I was too afraid..." she revealed. She knew what she felt around him, but did her best to bury it. "Although I often wondered of what we could be, or what we could have been, the deep-seated fears of heartbreak, of what you and dad went through... I just couldn't act on it." she admitted. 

"Yet when I was faced with the choice between life or death, all I had was his words, no one else's," she paused, recalling how she soldiered on towards her own escape, empowered by the same declaration during their day out in the trampolines. 

"But now I'm afraid I'm too late, mom. I may have missed out on something great... Your daughter is a coward," she bit her lip, her eyes glistening. "Am I really too late?" 

The question felt like a cliffhanger, never to be answered. 

Sighing deeply, she collected her remaining energy to unzip the small bag she brought with her. She wrapped her hands around the neck of the instrument, pulling out a mahogany-stained ukelele. It was the last gift that she received from her mom, the very same she used to play her songs during their rare downtime.

She tucked its body between her arm and chest, as she tightened its strings with the tuners. With one satisfied strum, she began to sing the song that she and her mom always sang during the roughest period of their lives. 

Hold me close and hold me fast

The magic spell you cast

This is la vie en rose

When you kiss me heaven sighs, 

And though I close my eyes 

I see la vie en rose

In a rush, those simple words tingled her sensations in reminiscence from flashes of her adolescence - the late night talks, the bonding over ramen noodles, her alcoholic initiation by soju, those times that they saw a movie together, the smell of pancakes and eggs in the morning. 

In the few short years they were given, Heather treasured each memory more than anything in her life. Even the tragedy of watching her mom deteriorate because of her sickness, of those last months spent in a cramped hospital ward, she wouldn't trade it even for a pot of gold. Though in pain, her mother would whisper promises that she'll always be there for her, no matter what. Until her last breath, she held her daughter's hand. Those were priceless, shared souvenirs of a life well-lived. Of a life Heather hoped she could lead. 

When you press me to your heart

I'm in a world apart, a world where roses bloom

And when you speak, angels sing from above

Everyday words seem to turn into love songs

Give your heart and soul to me

And life will always be

La vie en rose

Within those short verses contained the life lesson her mom taught her over and over again - to see life through rose colored glasses. Singing it reminded her that even if she was long gone, the memory of her will be embedded within, whispering that no matter what, there's a reason to continue living. 

Smiling through her tears, her head tilted up to the heavens, praying that the divine could carry her thanks to her mom. For once again, in the most difficult time of her life, she did follow through. 

As a sense of peace weaved itself through her, she opened her eyes and felt the clouds dissipate. With it were the frayed edges of the shadows of fear, regret and anger. And although she knew that it will still haunt her, she was content that healing has at least begun. 

After a few more moments of silence, she placed the ukelele back into the bag and glanced endearingly upon the headstone. She skimmed her fingers over her mother's name, vowing to come back soon. 

She swiveled herself to the opposite direction and began the path back to the cemetery gates, when her hazel orbs fell upon a pair of familiar leather shoes and gray slacks, making her stop in her tracks.

When she titled her head to see the face she expected to see, a pair of amber eyes met hers that made her breath hitch. They were filled with warmth and affection that heated the cold air and melted her inside.

"You're not too late," Bryce finally said, breaking into the quiet. His mouth formed a lopsided smile, his hands shoved into the pockets of his black coat which edges reached to his knees. 

"Seems like it," Heather replied, snapping out of the daze that suddenly came over her, lips curving. "Wait, you heard everything?" 

Bryce couldn't stifle a chuckle as he nodded, the adrenaline that rushed through him earlier as he tried to track her down slowly draining from him. A new and overwhelming feeling took its place as he planted the soles of his shoes on the soft snow, bridging the gap between them. 

Once he was near enough, he gently wrapped an arm around Heather's waist, pulling her close. The knuckles of his other hand brushed her jawline until his thumb grazed her chin. His gaze lingered down on hers, completely magnetized by the depths of the windows of her soul, begging for her consent. 

Heather's palms settled onto the nape of his neck, her lips parting to grant him permission. 

In a heartbeat, Bryce tenderly pressed his lips upon hers, releasing the long-running yearning they buried so well. Unspoken words no longer need to be said aloud, clarity dawning in them both as their mouths crashed. Soft moans escaped from them as they deepened their passionate kiss, unrestrained in expressing their newfound freedom. 

When at last they stopped to catch their breaths, Bryce leaned his forehead on hers, understanding that his unrequited love was never unanswered, only delayed. That after a year of pining, here she was, standing in front of him, a realization of a dream that for so many times he willed to come true. After all the nights of hoping and hurting, he couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the sight of her in his arms. A thought poked into his mind as he started to recall where they were. 

"Well this is awkward..." the young lawyer muttered,  with a sudden shift in his voice. 

"Hm?" Heather's eyes snapped open, dumbfounded. 

"I know I always wanted to kiss you," he grinned as he paused, before continuing, "but never in a million years did I think that the first time I did is in front of your mom."

At first her brows furrowed, but seeing Bryce's mischievous expression, Heather couldn't keep herself from laughing. 

Inspired by the music of her genuine laughter, Bryce joined in. The sound of their giggles echoing through the poignant space around them. 

Heather can't remember the last time when she laughed this hard. There were so many things that hung over her head that she almost forgot how to do it. But with Bryce, it came so easily. A sense of joy began to bloom in her, and when she saw the same glint in his eyes, she knew he felt exactly the same. 

With their fingers intertwined and arms around each other's, they walked the path that only earlier they trudged separately. And now with their hearts finally out in the open, their tracks carved into the thin sheet of snow, unveiling the lush greens of the grass hidden beneath, eager to leaving what's behind, together.

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[damejanai]

Dame janai radio

2020.10.14

~Ishikawa Kaito's birthday episode~

Guest: Nishiyama Koutaro

Soma: Ummm

Kaito: Yay! oops

S: wwwww

Koutaro: Did you hear that, Saito san?

S: Ummm, it's not time for that yet

Ko: I see i see, please wait a little will you?

S: Even if this is a radio show, there's also a programme to follow

Ko: Yes especially one for this episode

Ka: Got it got it

S: So after this we have several things to do

Ka: Got it, i didn't really understand

S: Umm, I heard your CD

Ko: Ahhhh, thank you!

S: The way the songs were inserted was also really great

Ko: Thank you

Ka: Hey that album looks like a different size from what I got

S: wwwwwwww

Ko: wwwwwww

S: You know I guess, mini albums are great

Ko: Yes yes yes

S: Like

Ko: It has 6 songs

S: It's not too few and not too many

Ko: Yes yes yes

S: Like you could have more songs but, it satisfies you too

Ko: That's true that's true that's true

S: Umm, Could I have an autograph?

Ko: Ah that yes, I actually wanted to sign it earlier

S: For reals?

Ko: But it wasn't the right time for it, when I passed it to you

S: That's true

Ko: Alright so, is now a good time? Pen?

S: Amazing! There's a pen!

Ko: Thank you!

S: As expected, amazing

Ko: Right?

S: Mikami san wwwww

Ko: Okay so

S: Could you right, "I like you"

Ko: "I like you", okay here!

S: Thank you! Shall we begin? This is Saito Soma's

Ko: And Nishiyama Koutaro's

S/ Ko: Dame janai radio!

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S: Happy birthday!!

Ko: Thank you!!

S: Shall we?

Ko: No way! For reals?

S: Alright and so it's Nishiyama Koutaro's birthday!!

Ko: Wow! thank you! I really didn't expect this

S: This (shirt) goes really well with corduroy pants

Ko: Really? Can i open it?

S: Yes yes please do

Ko: Right away, wow wow wow! It's a shirt i think? a top. Ahhh, it's so nice! From Cullni

S: From Cullni yes, a long sleeved one

Ko: A top, a white one, i shall wear it now

S: wwwww it might have some CITY feel, i thought

Ko: This would totally match

S: wwwww It really suits you! www

Ko: This is great isn't it? This is

S: It's nice!

Ko: Good for the coming season, I could put a jacket over too

S: The size is not too tight fitting

Ko: It's awesome!

S: I don't know, it just, fits you so well wwww

Ko: Nah you have good taste

S: Wow i think it's good to end the radio for today here

Ko: Right? It was really really a good one, thank you

S: Happy birthday

Ko: I think there is, a guest whose birthday is today, and is debuting as a musician

S: Ah, I think i heard about that too

Ko: That's somewhat similar to me

S: That's true. So we don't know what kind of person is (he) yet but, (he) is already here so

K: Let's begin shall we, please continue listening to "Saito Soma and Nishiyama Koutaro's Damejanai radio"

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Ko: Let's welcome the guest for today then, it is this person!

Ka: (In a debuted musician's voice) Good evening everyone! I am Ishikawa Kaito. I am very very very pleased to be invited here this evening

S: Ah, so Ishikawa Kaito san, am i right?

Ka: That's right

S: Your birthday was just around the corner am i right

Ka: That's right, it's one day before the on air date of this radio if i'm not wrong, not JUST around the corner

S: Ohhh! A very happy birthday to you! Is is true that no matter how old you become, you'll still be glad?

Ka: Ahhh yes it is. I guess as you grow older year by year, your songs get more deep. That's a good thing

Ko: Ohhhh I see! What did you do? On your birthday itself (It was the very day they were recording this)

Ka: Ahh, on the day itself, I was spending it with my listeners

Ko: Ahhh, you really think for your fans huh

Ka: Well it's because of our fans that we musicians are here

Ko: Ummm, yes, sorry, there's some stuff I do not know but, I would like to hear about your album in more detail. What kind of songs will you be releasing?

Ka: Ah right, in detail. Personally, I don't think the artist is supposed to be explaining about his own music in detail

Ko: Ahhhh I see, so Ishikawa Kaito just equals music, that sort of thing is it?

Ka: It's just what I can deliver to you guys

S: wwwwwww ummmm

Ko: wwwwww

S: For example, the music that you will be releasing soon, could you give us title of a song?

Ka: Soon? title?

S: Yes yes

Ka: Ahhhh, well today I am here to promote it as well so

Ko: Please tell us more

S: Could you tell us

Ka: Ah well, there is not much I can say but

S: wwwwww

Ka: But I'll answer your questions if you have any

S: Okay we will ask as we go along

Ka: Sure sure

S: By the way, Nishiyama Koutarou has released his debut mini album, "CITY", on October 7th, and in his album, he has sung songs from genres that he likes

Ka: Ahh, it's a great CD yes

S: What sort of music do you listen to, Ishikawa san?

Ka: .....

S: wwwwww

Ka: It's that... I listen to

S: Yes?

Ka: I actually like anime, and manga

S/Ko: Uh huh

Ka: Among those Otaku culture, i actually like voice actors

S/Ko: Oooooooooooh

Ka: That's also why I am here on this program

S: Yes yes yes

Ka: The one i listen to often is Uchida Yuma i guess

S: wwww

Ko: Ahhh i see

S: Ahhhh, yes he is quite close to us in terms of age and we're quite good friends with him too

Ka: Also there's the artist Saito Soma too, well i guess i listen to him

S: You guess you listen...

Ko: Ah i seeee

S: So you sort of listen

Ko: Could you give us one more?

S: Yes

Ka: Well speaking about recent releases, Nishiyama Koutaro's album, that was released around last week, the songs in there are splendid

Ko: Is that so?!

S: You're really updated huh!

Ko: Really updated!

Ka: Of course I am

Ko: So you have been listening to it

Ka: I guess for things you love, speed is important

S: Which song did you like? (laughs)

Ka: Which song?

S: Yesss

Ka: Which song?

Ko: He has a really bad expressions now

S: wwwwww

Ka: Welllllll, for that CD, there are songs that suit different times of the day

S: Yes

Ka: Out of those songs, the morning song is nice

Ko: Ahhhh okayyy

S: Okayy

Ka: I... don't remember the title

S/Ko: HAHHAHHHHAA

Ko: You already got your message across quite well

Ka: Soto wa hikari ga odotte iru, this is a good song

S: The song name

Ko: I'm glad you like it!

Ka: You know when we leave the house for work, it's morning

Ko: Yes

Ka: So i'll listen to it alot

Ko: Ahhh, so for Ishikawa san, you listen to songs in the morning to wake yourself up. So, among the songs you have released, there are also morning songs right?

Ka: Ahhhh, of course

Ko: What song was it?

Ka: With morning as the theme, it's that, "Tenshou Dynamite” (his character song from Dame x Prince)

S: wwww!!!

Ko: First thing in the morning! Dynamite!

Ka: Like going hunting and stuff

Ko: First thing in the morning!?

S: They're such mornings too right?

Ka: To pump it up and be on the move! sort of, That is a good song

Ko: You like those huh..

S: Thank you very much

Ko: There is something i would like to ask Ishikawa san

Ka: Ohhh what is it?

Ko: I don't have much experience performing live, do you have any secrets?

S: That's true....

Ka: Well, you know, it's good to have a catchy song that the audience get get hyped up on

S: That's true~~

Ka: That would make a lot of difference, after all everyone comes together to make the live experience better

Ko: What's the best song to hype up the audience?

Ka: Ummmm, one of mine you mean?

Ko: Yes

Ka: Well, yes, "Tenshou Dynamite"

S: HAHAHAHHAA

Ko: Alright that's all the time we have for now

S: Ahh yes that's right

Ka: Before that, let me give you some advice

Ko: Yes

Ka: Your Chikipu, is really awesome

Ko: Ahhh thank you! I'm so glad to hear that!

S : Yeahh~

Ka: That's a word that really sticks

Ko: Thank you very much

Ka: If any Nishiyama Koutarou fans are listening now, please remember this and get hyped up during the concert

S: Wowww

Ko: Thank you! Lastly a word from Ishikawa Kaito san

Ka: I have a Youtube channel, so please subscribe and give it a like!

S: Well you know, this artist is quite quick to ride on trends...So lastly, could we get Ishikawa san to introduce the next song?

K: Hey

S: Huh?

K: Can't you tell from where this convo is going?

Ko: Huh?

S: Huh? Yuuzo? (Kaito's character from the Omikuji Yon Kyoudai reading live)

Ko: From Omikuji Yon Kyoudai?

S: Wwwwwww

K: You guys don't get it huh? I don't have any song! no matter how you try to put it

Ko: You mentioned "Tenshou Dynamite"

Ka: That is someone else's song! I just randomly introduced it as my own

Ko: Ahh... I see

Ka: I don't have music artist activities at all much

Ko: Then shall we play one of my songs ?

S: Shall we do that?

.....

Ka: Can't help it then

S: So could you please do the honours?

Ka: Well, well well well well well, here's "Time Machine" by Nishiyama Koutaro

S: wwwwwww

Ko: And that was today's guest, Ishikawa Kaito!

S/Ko: Thank you!

Ka: I'll never come on this show again! hahhaha

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Presents for Kaito~

*Soma gives Kaito his present*

K: Let's see... ah it's a blouse jacket! I'm really glad to receive this hahaa

S: Yayy!

K: I was just looking for something that would fit me just nice!

S: Yes yes yes something that would nicely fit

K: It does fit nicely!

S: I bought it to fit you just nice according to your current slimmed down build now

Ko: Amazing

Ka: It totally fits nicely, the sleeves too, oh wow

S: wow

Ka: Do you have a life sized figure of me at your house or something?

S: wwww

Ko: Right... it's like that huh

S: Hey stop telling lies that make it sound like I like you or something

K: Huh? That goes the same for you!

S/Ko: Hahahaha!!

Ko: You guys are really...

*Koutaro gives Kaito his present*

Ko: I got something that you can wear too

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