#the rest of the page is quite wholesome

[prof-peach]

I got the chance to draw a tiny Cubert (the single braincelled Wooloo)

the full sketch page is up on patreon for supporters if you missed the draft, but oh lord I love that dumb sheep.

#the rest of the page is quite wholesome #and then theres him #just screaming #for no real reason #prof.peach #pokemon #wooloo #doodle

[beomie3]

tokyo 2 - choi beomgyu

pairing: boyfriend!beomgyu x fem!reader

word count: 18.6k

summary: your dream vacation to tokyo only gets better as you and your boyfriend continue exploring the newfound pool on the balcony of your hotel, but little do you know he has some surprises planned for you. ~lovers in the movies~ type of vibe.

content/warnings: established relationship, romance, fluff, kissing, cursing, some drinking, wholesome smut scene, (v much slow burn), just two lovers falling deeper in love <3

a/n: this is the sequel to my existing story "tokyo"! you can find it here if you haven't read it already :)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

♬ [soundtrack]

sunsetz - cigarettes after sex

every color - luca fogale

fallingforyou - the 1975

over the moon - the marias

double take - dhruv

the dress - dijon

baby blue - frazier blue

peach eyes - wave to earth

astronomy - conan gray

get you the moon - kina

electric love - night traveler

take me where your heart is - Q

skin - dijon

hold on - flor

japanese denim - daniel caesar

tonight - summer walker

to love - suki waterhouse

sweet - cigarettes after sex

intro: serendipity - bts

fairy of shampoo - txt

striptease - carwash

sweet disposition - the temper trap

lover - taylor swift

feels like - gracie abrams

you! - lany

turning page - sydney rose

heaven - niall horan

nap of a star - txt

yellow - coldplay

immerse yourself in the story & listen while you read for a cinematic experience :) it’s a bit long, but the songs go along with the story!

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what could he possibly have in mind? you chuckled to yourself as you stood outside by the newly discovered infinity pool, gazing out at the twinkling city as your white sundress swayed gently with the lukewarm breeze.

the sun had set its glimmering eye behind the city's tall buildings, eventually only the skyline's silhouette left as the sky glowed a dim hue of orange. beomgyu had asked you to stay outside, that he'd be right back after he ran into the hotel room to do something. of course, you wondered what the hell your mischievous boyfriend could be up to. but you enjoyed the thrill of what was to come; he always had something exciting up his sleeve.

you noticed the way the full moon slowly brightened in the sky, moving in opposite tandem with the sun. it had been visible throughout the day, just a faint whisper in the sky, almost invisible.

you always found it most beautiful when the sun and moon were both visible in the sky at the same time. it reminded you of how opposite they are, yet how beautifully they complement one another.

every once and a while you glanced proudly over your shoulder at your boyfriend's newest discovery; the shimmering pool and hot tub, its water reflecting the city lights like a mirror. the day's memories dawned over you, a special one immediately blooming like a flower in your mind; the events of when beomgyu sang wonder for you on the bridge several nights ago. a smile crawled onto your lips as a result, one you wouldn't quite be able to rid for the rest of the night.

~

as the final tinge of sunlight faded its way from the sky, a deep shade of red, almost burgundy, tinted the navy blue abyss. you had been so infatuated with the beauty of the melting sunset you were unaware that the sliding glass door had been closed by beomgyu as he had returned. but of course, you hadn't heard a thing because he made sure to close it as gently as possible, tip-toeing his way over to you as quiet as a ghost.

he didn't want to scare you, but he slightly startled you with his unsuspecting touch as he gently pressed his chest to your back. you only tensed for a brief moment until you concluded it was your boyfriend, relaxing under his warmth as he wrapped his arms around your waist, clasping his hands softly over your stomach. to bring him even closer, you crossed your arms to reach around your own torso, trailing your fingers up his arms as you held him tightly.

you sensed the weight of his chin on your left shoulder, feeling his gentle breaths fan against your exposed skin, the warmth of his cheek under your ear as he snuggled into the crook of your neck.

the feeling you got from his hugs, especially the ones from behind, was something so warm, so fuzzy in your heart. everything about him; his sweet aroma, feather-soft lips as they grazed your skin. he gave you a feeling of comfort you never knew was even possible.

the crimson-tinted sky had almost fully disappeared as the sun was long gone under the horizon, only a subtle whisper of deep red left to fade away into the darkness.

"the sunset is so pretty," he whispered against your ear, a chill aching to race up your spine at the warmth of his breath against you. you smiled at his comment. his statement was true, but there was something else- someone who topped it. the man standing behind you with his arms snaked around you. he radiated the most beauty.

"but not as pretty as you." "but not as pretty as you."

"jinx!" "jinx!

you both had shouted the same thing word for word, like you knew exactly what the other was thinking. and that wasn't a rarity; it was often that you yelled jinx at each other. but every time, your similar ways of thinking surprised you more than the last. it was literally like you shared the same brain cells.

he giggled adorably at the fact you two had said the exact same thing; head thrown back as you felt his chest heave in laughter against your back.

"i said it first so.. jinx you owe me a soda!" you giggled, angling your head up to get a look at him. a subtle tinge grew across your cheeks at how close his face was to yours; soft skin and sharp jawline adjacent to your gaze, your heart pounding as his large eyes quickly focused into yours.

"but what if i said it first?" he tilted his head playfully, ever so slowly inching his face closer to yours as his eyes pulled you into their deep brown trance.

"then you still owe me a kiss," you returned his playfulness, but really, you weren't joking so much as you were telling the truth. you really did want to kiss him in this moment. his eyes so irresistibly gazing into yours, so deeply you could already feel his lips on yours before either of you even made a move.

his lips twitched upward at your request, inching his face so close to yours until the tips of your noses touched. "i can do that," he whispered through a small giggle, his toothy grin gleaming like the rays of sun that had long disappeared beyond the horizon.

grazing his fingertips along your jaw, he neared his face to yours, closing the tiny gap that was left between your lips to unite. a heartfelt kiss it was; one full of such joy that you could feel his smile grow against your lips, getting a subtle taste of his cherry chapstick. you couldn't resist letting out a few giggles at how quickly your heart was beginning to fill with such warmth.

the kiss was deepened as you turned to face him by standing on your tiptoes, snaking your arms around his neck to pull him down even closer. when it seemed as if your bodies couldn't get any closer, they did as he wrapped his arms tightly around your lower back, pulling you so close that his warmth cradled you. at this point, your teeth had even begun to clash due to how big your smiles had grown, no lips even left to kiss because of how curled they were from your toothy grins.

at the realization of this, beomgyu pulled away, examining your smiling face; his favorite expression of yours. your eyes fluttered open and you stared back at his ginormous grin and glittering eyes, your cheeks beginning to ache and tighten from how large your smile had grown. but he looked too damn cute, how could you not be smiling like an idiot?

"no but really, the sunset is not as pretty as you," he remarked, exaggeratedly shaking his head to get his point across.

opening your mouth to argue back, he read the awaiting comeback forming on your lips as he suddenly tightened his arms below your hips, picking you up off the ground before you could even say a word. forgetting what you wanted to say at an instant, your attention shifted to the fact that beomgyu was now walking you over to the large, glowing pool.

"gyu what are you doing!?" you yelled through a hysteric laugh, heart racing at how close he was getting to the edge of the water. is he planning on throwing me in?? was all your mind could process.

you were half right. "brace yourself!" was what he yelled as he ran full speed off the ledge, jumping into the deep end of the pool with you in his arms. and with a wave of thrill in your chest, a yell-like laugh left your mouth, one you had inherited from none other than your boyfriend.

you shut your eyes and made sure to release air out of your nose as you felt your body make contact with the lukewarm water, immediately coming up for a breath as you both became submerged.

although you were slightly annoyed at beomgyu with the fact that you had been unexpectedly catapulted into a pool with every last article of your clothing on, that feeling didn't even last longer than five seconds when you felt his hand grip your ankle underwater.

you couldn't help but roll your eyes and smile, filling your lungs with oxygen before plunging back underwater to find him. although the chlorine stung your eyes a bit when you opened them, the feeling quickly went away as you got used to it.

you discovered his tall figure floating beneath yours like a dark shadow; made up of his darkened hair, black baggy shirt and shorts as they floated loosely in the turquoise light. not to mention, his hand firmly around your ankle as he swam further toward the bottom of the pool, trying to pull you to him.

you quickly freed your ankle from his grasp with a few tugs, excitedly swimming headfirst as deep as you could into the deep end to catch up with him at the bottom. the water ran it's cool fingers through your hair as you swam deeper, entranced with the way it engulfed you.

he stared up at you with large, innocent eyes, auburn hair floating freely around his head, cheeks filled with air. he held his arms out to you, waiting for you to swim into them, his cuteness only enticing you to swim faster.

both of your hearts pulsated rapidly every passing second you maintained eye contact; two lovers yearning to be reunited.

when you reached him, you swam into his arms, wrapping yourself around his baggy shirt that floated around him, and he looped his arm around your waist, baggy dress surrounding your body like a fluffy cloud. your hair floated around your body, similar to your dress.

bubbles of oxygen escaped your noses every now and then as you stared at one another underwater, admiring the way your faces glowed in the turquoise ambiance of the pool light.

his eyelashes; quick to draw your attention. their pretty length and how gently they batted against his cheeks whenever he blinked. even picking up on the tiny oxygen bubbles which floated up toward the surface at every bat of his eye.

even underwater, with your vision blurred and all- he was absolutely beautiful. it was like a dream; features lit by the fuzzy, baby-blue ambiance of the water around him. he was constantly astonishing you with his beauty.

and he noticed your soft skin and bright eyes and the way your hair flowed behind you; watching it glide underwater in slow motion like the hair of a goddess. he reached out to touch it as if it were calling his name, his movements so soft and gentle, inviting your fingers to his hair as well.

noses grazing one another's, his dreamy gaze peered into yours, trailing down to your lips and in a flash they were locked to yours.

kissing underwater felt much different than the countless kisses you had shared. this kiss was a lot softer; the taste of chlorine lingering in your mouth instead of his signature taste. it felt as if you were kissing a soft, velvety pillow; the way his lips closed around yours delicately, savoring every last second until you began running out of air.

unable to hold it any longer, you tugged on his shirt and he took this cue to return back to the surface, pulling you up with him.

you had surprised yourself with how long you and beomgyu were able to hold your breath as the sky had now faded to pitch black when you came back from your blue dream, up to the real world. no more dusty crimson clouds, now only the small speckles of stars shining brightly, matching with the tiny, lit windows of the skyline far away. but really, it best resembled the sparkle of his eyes.

this view. you swam to the pool's ledge, supporting yourself on the cement with your elbows. your eyes fixed on the view on the other side of the infinity pool, simply breath taken by just how beautiful the city sparkled all around you.

"it's so beautiful," you whispered against the tile of the pool wall, your heart racing in excitement over it all; this was like- the best view of tokyo anyone could have.

you sensed beomgyu swim up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist like he always does.

"hi~" his soft breath fanned against your ear. although the water was lukewarm, your skin still became chilled with sudden goosebumps ignited by his touch.

you sighed as he pressed wet kisses on the top of your shoulder, using his hand to gently massage the other one, soothing your priorly tensed muscles. the sudden shift of the ambiance invited a gentle wave of heat throughout your body as his fingers trailed down your arm so softly, the ache of goosebumps pelting your skin.

"is this the surprise you had for me, gyu?" you smirked with your head tilted to one side, exposing your neck for easy access for him to continue drowning the area in kisses.

he hummed against your soft flesh, leaving a trail of smooches from your shoulder to the base of your ear. and with the deepest, most gentle of voices, he breathed his response.

"just wait a bit longer, angel. that comes later." he whispered in your ear with the voice you couldn't even begin to express your love for. your heart pulsated in excitement for whatever was to come.

you both just sat there staring out at the view, his chin on your shoulder, observing the tiny cars on the street moving in what seemed like slow motion.

you at kicked each other's feet underwater as you made up a game to play; the game of which window light will turn off next? in which you had to guess which window light will be the next to go dark out of all the hundreds of lit windows. surprisingly, beomgyu won twice.

you had a long conversation about what you think each person in each window is doing. "i think that person is making ramyeon and getting ready to binge their favorite show," you announced, pointing confidently at the small speck of light glowing from the distant window.

he giggled. "and that person is getting ready for a date night with the love of their life," he pointed at another set of dim curtains.

"sounds like us," you commented, turning to gaze at him from behind you. he smiled large, looking up at you with puppy eyes. he was so adorable, you couldn't ever resist the urge to pepper his face with kisses. so you did just that.

~

simply relaxing in the pool just wouldn't cut it for beomgyu, it wasn't long before his shenanigans began again. "bet you can't beat me!" he shouted, quickly doggy paddling over to the other end of the pool, swimming away with a few large splashes at you to get an advantage.

the beomgyu advantage was always the most mischievous, unfair, and downright comical card he would pull when he felt in the mood to be a trickster. his mischief was known well between mutual friends and pretty much his entire family. he was always known as the class clown, that was your first impression of him when you met in college.

you always tried to get back at him, though, rolling your eyes with a certain competitive playfulness only he brought out in you. you swam after him as fast as you could, yearning to grab a piece of his shirt that floated loosely behind him.

before he could reach the ledge of the pool, you grabbed the material of his shirt, pulling him towards you and then wrapped your arms around him to climb onto his back. squeezing him tightly from behind you dug your chin into his neck, tickling him to no end. at this he yelled his usual, loud and exaggerated yell.

when he was distracted enough, you crawled around his body, pushing off of him to grab the ledge of the pool, throwing your arms up in victory.

"i won! i won!," you cheered, applauding yourself for successfully getting him back amidst his mischief. he smiled through large huffs, still catching his breath from the whole event. paddling toward you with a shrug in defeat, he softly placed his hands on your waist. a tiny smirk on his lips.

you were slightly suspicious; he didn't usually admit defeat this easily. and just at the brink of thought, before you could even move a muscle, he closed his fingers tightly around your waist, digging them into your most hyper-sensitive areas. he tickled you right back. waves of ticklish discomfort and laughter dispersed throughout your body, fighting to free yourself from him.

"i'll stop if you kiss me," he scrunched his face as water splashed him with how much you squirmed, immediately crashing your lips to his at the sound of his compromise. and as if he completely forgot what he was even doing, he melted right into the kiss, softening his grip on your waist.

but the kiss didn't last longer than two seconds as you quickly pecked his lips, leaving him with a pout; it was your way of teasing him back, sticking your tongue out at him with an evil smile. a cocky grin formed on his face as his bottom lip found its way between his teeth; you had only left him wanting more.

there was a sudden knock at the front door of your hotel room right before he could plot his revenge, his eyes fixated to you with a certain demise. but his face softened when your wide eyes fell to his, not able to stay annoyed at you for longer than two seconds at the sight of your curious expression.

"be right back," he softly pecked your lips before swimming away to the shallow steps; quickly exiting the pool with the sound of his drenched clothing pattering on the slick cement like heavy rainfall.

you observed his every move as he stepped out of the pool; the way his wet clothing clung so seamlessly to his body left you mesmerized.

your eyes didn't know where to focus due to the entirety of his beauty, so they were slowly drawn to the outline of his broad shoulders and abdomen through his shirt; admiring the way water dripped from his shorts down his long legs. and to say the least, the sight had you flustered by the second. your gaze trailed back up to his face; half covered by strands of dark, wet hair. god was he beautiful.

lazily drying himself off with a towel and throwing it over his shoulder, he quickly ran into the hotel room. the sound of him speaking briefly to the mystery person at the door in japanese echoed through the room. then after a few seconds, the sound of him closing the door, faintly heard by you from the pool.

the anticipation built up as the quick patter of his footsteps returned. he then emerged from the white curtain of the sliding glass door with what looked like a bottle of champagne and two thin, tall glasses.

a large grin surfaced to your lips as he pranced over to you, a pep in his step as he enthusiastically showcased the large bottle in hand.

"the finest champagne for the finest lady," he gestured, a sweet smile on his delicate lips that you could kiss for an eternity.

one of many things that you absolutely loved about choi beomgyu was how romantic he was. everything from flowers to chocolates, rose petal baths, or the way he caressed your body, the way he respected and cherished you. he never failed to make your heart melt, ever since day one.

"awww beomie!!" you swam over to the shallow end in excitement to where he awaited with an outstretched hand, offering it to you once you got close enough to the steps.

he helped you out of the pool, your white dress heavy with water as you wrung some of its weight out. you hugged his waist, shirt sticking to his skin now cold and damp.

suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the patio, instantly freezing your wet skin, the absence of body heat making you shiver.

"gyu, bring the champagne over to the hot tub!!" you exclaimed, quickly tip-toeing your way over to the warm relief of steaming water. you didn't notice your boyfriend's lingering eyes on you, observing your every move. he was cold too, but you warmed his heart with how cute you looked as you ran with a skip in your step, noticing the way your dress hugged your body closely.

walking over to the steaming hot tub, he set the bottle and glasses down with a clink, near the edge for easy access, not tearing his gaze from you once.

as you began to step into the bubbling water, you sucked air through your teeth, scoffing at the sheer heat of it. you decided to take it slow, holding onto the metal bar for support, inching your way into about knee height until you could tolerate the pleasurable burn.

"do you want me to help you in, pretty?" he asked as he noticed your struggle. with a nod of your head, he stepped into the steaming water onto the step behind you, softly hugging your waist for a moment to get by. he then lowered himself onto the step in front of you, turning to face you, his chin level with your chest.

your heart leaped at the beautiful sight before you; his face, fresh and adorned with dark, wet locks. not to mention his large, sparkling eyes looking up at you innocently as he maintained all eye contact.

he smiled sweetly as a dimple appeared on his cheek, nearing his face closer to your chest until his lips met the lacy material of your dress' neckline, not once tearing his gaze from yours.

to him, it was pretty much impossible not to give in. you're drop-dead gorgeous in your white sundress; the moon illuminating the dew of your skin, wet hair swept gorgeously over your shoulder. he was just head over heels for you.

you could feel his smile grow between your breasts as he grinned against the wet material of the dress but then pulled away, giving you a small wink. a little tease he was.

gently biting at your lip, you smirked, playfully rolling your eyes at his teasing gesture. he smiled back, followed by a low giggle; he knew perfectly what he was doing. you splashed water at him. teasing one another; a never-ending game it was.

"are you gonna help me in or what?" you put your hands on your hips, tilting your head to add a little more sass. he grinned at your gesture and threw two hands up in defense, finding your sassiness the cutest thing in the world.

"okay, okay! here, i'll get in first and then you get on my shoulders and i'll slowly lower you in," he suggested, turning around and sinking down further into the water until only his head poked out of the steaming surface.

you could only think- how on earth was he able to wade neck deep into the hot tub without a second of hesitation?? the water felt like molten lava. maybe he is an actual bear disguised as a handsome boy.

he turned to look at you, one of his thick eyebrows raised in question under his wet hair, as to ask what's taking you so long.

you giggled at him, walking forward until your thighs were pressed against his back. you balanced as you put one leg on his right shoulder, and then the other.

using your free hands, you placed them under his chin to better secure yourself onto him, laughing as your thighs nearly engulfed his neck. taking this cue, he began walking forward, your stomach jolting at the heat climbing up higher and higher on your skin.

finally, the two of you were amidst the bubbling water, goosebumps decorating your skin at the pleasurable sensation the heat dispersed all over your body. you climbed down from his shoulders and onto his back, hugging the loose material of his shirt, which tickled your skin with every of his movements.

he took you into his arms playfully, hugging you tightly underwater. these kinds of embraces were best; when he pressed you so close you could hardly catch your next breath.

the two of you sat in silence for a while, nuzzling into his shoulder as you basked in the whir of bubbles, moonlight, the city view; just enjoying the moment.

"ah! how could i forget," he suddenly exclaimed from beside you, calling your attention as he shifted his weight around. he reached over, pulling the champagne from out of its ice-filled bucket.

he used his strength to twist the cork off, leaving you infatuated at the way the veins in his arms accentuated in this steamy lighting. a loud pop sounded as bubbles began to gush from the bottle, his loud laugh overpowering your small cheers as he raised the bottle in the air like it was a trophy he had just won. we won't talk about the one time he pelted you in the head with the cork on your twenty-first birthday.

he noticed the way you slightly hid behind his shoulder at the pop of the bottle, leaning over to kiss your forehead, right over the long-gone (once bright purple) bruise of the cork.

"i haven't forgotten about that," he cooed into your skin, pecking the area once more.

"cheers to not getting pelted by the cork this time," you raised your glass in the air once he had filled two servings with the fizzy drink. he interjected; "aaaaand for also for being the best girlfriend in the world," he nudged you with his elbow and you rolled your eyes playfully, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"cheers, i guess" you chimed in sarcastically, trying to hide your smile, failing miserably when his laughter controlled your senses, collapsing your head into his shoulder. you clinked your glasses together before taking a sip of the bubbly beverage, its peach sparkle tickling your mouth.

"mmm peach!" you closed your eyes in delight, taking another sip of the stinging carbonation. "delicious like you," he replied smoothly like always, never failing to make you blush with his cheesy yet adorable remarks.

you sipped on the bubbly goodness slowly growing relaxed, observing the city lights grow brighter as the night became more alive. it wasn't long before you two became a hysterical mess, taking turns pouring champagne into one another's mouths and competing to see who could go the longest without laughing and spitting it out everywhere. your face ached with how much you smiled with puffed cheeks, fighting the urge to absolutely lose it (ultimately losing it).  

downing the last of the champagne together, you watched as some drizzled out of his mouth and down his neck, following a path over his adams apple, admiring the sexy sight. you licked the trail from his neck and soon, fingers were intertwined in his hair, lips interlocked, tasting the peach bubbles inside eachother's mouths, messily making out with it. you just wanted to taste every bit of him.

~

moments passed as the once delirious mood slowly faded into the night. the two of you laid your heads back so that they perfectly reclined on the smooth tile that rimmed the jacuzzi. warm steam and moonlight cast onto your faces brightly, illuminating every little expression, smile, and laugh as you talked about anything and everything.

"i think that's saturn," he spoke enthusiastically from beside you, pointing up at one of many small specks in the dark sky.

"really? because what i remember from taking that astronomy class like- sophomore year, it's actually mars," you teased, looking over at him with that smart-alec expression you liked to use. he returned the expression, crossing his arms dramatically underwater as he formulated a comeback.

"well, from what i remember in astronomy class was that i got an A plus and you got an A minus," he retorted, looking over at you with a proud expression, lips protruding, head tilted back. you couldn't help but notice the resemblance between him and a little duck in this moment, and all the moments he was proud of himself or simply just being a goofball.

you rolled your eyes, trying your hardest to keep a serious expression by pushing your smile down, but it just couldn't stay down; one glance at his face and your lips contorted into the biggest grin ever. he turned to look at you with a smile of his own, moonlight illuminating every crevice of his features from his dimple to the little whiskers that formed next to his doe eyes, your heart aflutter.

your squeezed his hand underwater, turning to look back up at the speckled sky, focusing on the bright moon directly above you. your smile settled as you entered a moment of thought, drifting to one you held deeply, one that settled your mood into a more solemn one, your heart heavy with it.

"you know, its crazy to think that we only live once, and that one day we'll just be...gone," you spewed out, eyes so focused on the moon that you could begin to see its craters. at this, beomgyu looked over at you in all seriousness. he dawned over your remark for a while, just the breeze and gentle jacuzzi bubbles heard between you.

"but i think that's what makes life beautiful, in a way. that we're only here for a limited amount of time. and i'm grateful i get to spend it with you," he responded, his soft voice like the small glowing clouds floating amongst the moon. you turned to look at him to find him already looking at you, cheek squished against the tile of the jacuzzi. his eyes radiated nothing but light.

you thought; if you could, you would give him the moon. out of everything he's done for you, who he is as a person; that was the least he deserved. really, it seemed that nothing on this planet could shine brighter than the light that radiated off of this boy.

but if you could just see it from his perspective, you didn't need to give him the moon, because he already had you. and that was all he needed. you were his moon and he was your sun. like the sun and moon; you both shine brightly, no matter how much you might contrast; you are ultimately perfect just the way you are.

because when the sun and the moon are in the sky at the same time, they are even more beautiful together.

you just sat there in silence, the sides of your cheeks pressed to the cool tile as you stared at one another, smiles slowly fading as thickness fogged the air. his gaze fixed on each of your eyes individually, searching them like they were treasure chests filled with gold. your face warmer than the hot tub steam.

"dummy" he thwarted your forehead with his index and thumb, a gesture he made to lighten the mood. "you know i'll be by your side forever, " he rolled his eyes with a small chuckle. he was right. you giggled, forgetting about your solemn mood.

faces only inches apart, his smile settled so that his lips were now only slightly parted, moving slowly to meet them with yours. your lips locked at the slowest pace possible, perfectly connecting like the last piece of a puzzle; like they were made for each other. he gently took your bottom lip in between his. you felt his warm, wet hand on the side of your face, droplets of water scurrying from his wrist to your cheek and then down to your neck.

the kisses were slow and passionate, sucking at his full lips as he occasionally nibbled at yours. beomgyu was such a great kisser, caressing your face and neck with a gentle touch, smoothly gliding his tongue in all the right places, making the most of every second your lips were connected.

it gave you goosebumps how good he was, actually. every single kiss was always absolutely perfect, no matter how many you had shared together; quick ones, silly ones, drunk ones, teary-eyed ones, passion-filled ones. it always felt like the first, hearts beating quickly as a subtle warmth blanketed you.

"i love you to the moon and back," you whispered against his nose once you had come up for a breath. this was a rather new thing you had begun saying to one another, one that really only started since coming to japan. it was like the moon radiated so much brighter here, when in reality was most likely just an illusion. it was your love that was glowing more than ever.

"well i love you way beyond the moon," he one-upped you, a small smile on his lips as he rejoined them to yours. as you shared your kiss, a small rumble came from the sky, a cool drop of water pelting your forehead.

drop after drop began plopping into the water around you, inviting a soft gasp from your boyfriend's lips. but you just kissed there, basking in peaceful silence, enjoying the pattering of rain all around you. he held your hand underwater, clutching it tighter as the rain fell harder. it was like you were the only two people in the entire world and the rain only added to its ambiance.

the pace that he kissed you slowed until you pulled away to meet his starry gaze. the rain quickened, plopping into the hot tub steadily, matting your hair down even more than it already was.

without a word, he began pulling you to the jacuzzi steps until you exited its warmth with the heaviness of your white sundress. your clothes, drenched in water, enhanced the pitter-patter on the concrete creating a rainfall of your own.

walking you over to the small platform that was the bit of open space next to the jacuzzi with a perfect view of the city, he turned to face you with his hand outstretched.

"may i have this dance?" he held his hand out, bowing his head and all. you giggled; he still managed to charm you no matter how cheesy he was at times. but what more could this boy possibly do to make you fall deeper in love? you thought it was impossible to love someone more than you did him; you just loved him more and more every day that your heart ached.

grinning, you took his hand, melting into him as you pressed the side of your cheek to the damp fabric of his chest, beginning to gently sway with the gentle beat of the rain. the moonlight peeked through a haze of clouds above you as the rain fell with its signature murmur, cool droplets pelting your skin.

two star-crossed lovers dancing under the bright speckles of the night sky; you couldn't ask for anything better in this moment. it was absolutely perfect.

he rested his cheek on the crown of your head, beginning to hum a gentle, unfamiliar tune. must be a new song he's writing, you thought to yourself, as that's what was usually the case when he hummed a foreign tune.

he hugged your lower back, fiddling with the frayed edge of your wet dress with his eyes closed, opening them to meet yours when you looked up at him. he knew that curious gleam in your eye the moment he saw it; a yearning to ask a question without asking it. he knew you all too well.

"it's called nap of a star," he enlightened you with his soft voice. "i only have the melody and first few lyrics figured out though, it's a work in progress." he smiled, kissing the tip of your nose before looking out at tokyo's city lights.

you observed the city's glimmer in his dark eyes, large and filled with wonder. his eyes were filled with his sort of searching. like any little detail in the air could be used as inspiration for his song.

"will you sing it for me when it's done?" you asked without tearing your gaze from him once.

he glanced back down at you with smiling eyes "i promise," he answered without hesitation. deep down, he loved that question with his entire heart, no matter how nervous he'd get when the actual moment came. he loved that you wanted to hear his music. after all, it was the most vulnerable of his creations. only the most special person did he choose to share it with.

~

it wasn't until a crack of thunder and a bright flash of lightning not too far ahead that you both decided it was no longer safe to be outside. interesting how such a beautiful thing could quickly become something dangerous.

"i have something to show you," he pulled you towards the sliding door of the hotel room, hands interlaced tightly as your drenched clothes sloshed with every step. you giggled as excitement brimmed within you, following your boyfriend's wet footprints on the cement.

approaching the sliding glass door, beomgyu halted you in your steps; practically walking straight into what felt like a wall as he stood in front of the curtain with his arms crossed, denying you entry to the room.

"are you ready?" he questioned you. of course, your large smile gave your obvious answer away.

"close your eyes for me," he ordered, his voice chiming from behind you now as everything had faded to pitch black with the warmth of his hands cupped over your eyes. he blindly led you through the sliding glass door, finding your footing into the cold, hotel-scented air of the room.

he began counting down from three once you took a step into the room, slowly removing his hands when he reached one.

"tadaaaaa," his sweet voice chimed from behind you as you slowly fluttered your eyes open to reveal what had your hand over your mouth.

before you, a large heart decorated the king-sized bed with what you quickly made out to be rose petals, the room flickering with the light of candles all around the bedside table. a soft glow of fairy lights decorated the headboard, the faint sound of your playlist echoing in the background. it was absolutely perfect. the ambiance was like something out of a dream.

"choi beomgyu you did not!" you jumped into his arms, looking into his eyes with such elation and gratitude. so this is was what he was busy doing several hours ago before he catapulted me into the pool, you realized.

"this is amazing," your heart lept with love and adoration for him that you simply wanted to explode, hugging him as tight as humanly possible, earning a groan from him.

you looked around the room some more to discover flower petals scattered in a pathway leading to the bathroom. he had the entire night planned just for the two of you, romance just seeped in the air.

he grabbed your hand, inviting you further into the room. to this, you sensed just how soggy your clothes were pressed against you.

"wait gyu, my clothes are drenched," you halted, pulling the wet fabric over your head and tossing it onto the patio outside with a heavy thud. beomgyu just watched in awe, nearly forgetting his own name because of how beautiful you looked in your lacy bra and underwear.

everything about the way you pulled it off of yourself was so sexy to him, the sight of lace pressed against your bare skin left him mesmerized. he just stood there admiring you, shaggy hair fluffed over dazed eyes as his damp clothing clung to his increasingly warm skin. he just couldn't wait to take the rest of it off of you.

he snapped back into reality when your eyes locked, looking down at his own wet clothes sticking to his skin; large black shirt and shorts. he began to lift his shirt off when he felt a sudden lightness as you helped him pull it over his head.

you blindly chucked the soaked shirt outside next to your abandoned white dress with another hefty thud. his hair had been ruffled from the wet shirt, inviting a soft grin to your lips at how handsome he looked. you loved it when his hair was all messy like this, adorning him with a kind of sexiness you couldn't even begin to describe. you thought maybe he would be able to see the hearts floating in your eyes if he looked deep enough.

"what?" he questioned, tilting his head to one side curiously as he noticed the rosy tinge on your cheeks, a smile on his pretty lips. instead of telling him the truth about what you were fawning over, you continued gliding your fingers down his now bare torso, until you reached the waistband of his shorts.

his eyes followed your fingers, which gently ghosted over the imprint of the growing tent in his briefs, only for a second as you returned to glide them back up his chest, then to the soft skin of his face. he watched you in awe, attentive to every trace and trail left by your fingers.

using your thumb, you gently swiped it over the delicate skin of his bottom lip, pulling it down to barely reveal the glimmer of his teeth. standing on your tip toes, you inched your face ever so slowly, so close to his until your noses touched, so focused into the depths of his eyes.

"what about these?" you whispered against his lips, hooking a finger under his waistband and releasing it with a snap.

lips parted, he stared deeply into your gaze, searching from one eye into the other with a hungry glimmer, making your heart beat quicker than ever before. the look he gave you at this very moment; you could simply collapse with the intensity of it.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your hips tightly against his. you knew damn well what you were doing as a low grunt escaped his throat, sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth at the sensation. he couldn't handle one more passing second of this bone-crushing tension as he finally gave in, pressing his lips to yours so passionately hard.

"you're irresistible," he mumbled with a clenched jaw, crashing your lips back together like they were magnets. the kisses were deep and desperate, hungry for each other as you fumbled with the waistband of his shorts again, trying to undo the tedious knot of the strings as you both began stumbling into the room.

dropping his wet shorts to the floor, he kicked them out of the room as he slid the glass door closed with his foot, blindly walking backward. your hands on his chest as he cupped your face, messily kissing you.

as his heel reached the base of the bed, you lightly pushed him down so that he plopped down on the bed's edge. you stood in between his slightly spread legs, his lips level to your chest as he stared up at you with doe eyes; mouth parted as his bottom lip caught on the lace material of your bra, pulling you close.

this time a glint of lust crept into his large gaze; a certain glint you could read from a mile away. he needed you. all of you.

feather light, he skimmed his fingers down your now bare legs, the absence of your skirt intensifying the sensitivity of your skin.

small water droplets fell from the ends of your hair and dripped down onto his bare chest. you almost thought they would evaporate at the contact due to how hot his skin was growing against yours. he trailed his hands up your back, skimming the clasp of your bra, doing everything in his power not to just rip it right off of you.

cupping his jaw, you crashed your lips to his again and amidst a deep makeout, he undid the clasp of your bra, sensing its pressure release from your back until it hung lazily on your chest. he pulled back to observe it slide down your damp skin, gentle fingers helping the straps from your shoulders. he watched as your bare chest became revealed in front of his eyes.

a small, mischievous grin formed on his lips and you wondered what his next move could possibly be. he took your bra and put it on like a hat; cups atop his head, straps secured under his chin. he looked like the bear he was.

this reminded you of a nickname you used to call him: beomie bear. it used to even be his contact name for the longest time way back when you barely started dating. you smiled, recalling the ridiculously cute endearment that just fit him perfectly. you both laughed at his silliness.

"beomie bear" you giggled, pecking his lips as he gasped dramatically. he wore a huge grin on his face, pretty teeth shining brightly as his mouth fell open in surprise.

"you haven't called me that in years!" he kissed you back, chest filling with warmth at the special endearment of his name. hugging your waist, he pressed his cheek to your chest as you ruffled his damp hair, memories flooding back.

it took him back to the early months of your relationship; when you were still a bit shy with one another romantically, but also a pair of best friends who had dance parties in your dorm room at 2am while eating ramen and doing facemasks.

he remembered the exact moment you called him that name; it was when slid your fluffy bear headband over his (once) blonde hair to do his skincare one night in the bathroom of your dorm after movie night, kissing his face with how cute he looked. your voice rang through his memories; haha you look like a bear! my beomie bear. your smiling face replayed in his daydream, the elation of that moment returning to him.

that memory was a passing thought in your mind too, remembering how young and in love you had always been. if anything, your love had grown double, triple that. but he will always be your beomie bear, no matter how much you age together, the love you shared at 2am in that dorm room will always last.

pulling back, his eyes trailed down to admire your chest, teeth over his bottom lip as he smiled. the way the soft candlelight flickered on your damp skin; it was absolutely perfect in his eyes. dropping the makeshift bra hat, he moved his cool hands to palm each of your breasts. you sighed in response, a certain heat tickling your core as he placed a single kiss in between them.

he wanted to show you how much he loved you every day, and in these particular moments, he wanted to make you feel his love in every way possible.

his parted lips skimmed your chest, breath warming your skin before taking one of your buds into his mouth. he slowly swirled it with his tongue while gently squeezing the other, staring up at you with those eyes. the eyes you couldn't ever resist. the crash of thunder electrified your skin, rain drumming against the window like your heart against your chest.

your breathing grew heavier by the second, hands tangled into his hair as you hugged him close to your body, subtle whimpers escaping your mouth as you grew more and more desperate for him.

you angled his face up to yours with a finger on his chin, taking his full, bottom lip in between your teeth as you teased it. at this, he squeezed the plush of your hips, slowly tracing a path up the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

slipping past the elastic, he slowly began exploring underneath your panties with two fingers. you shuddered as he reached your bundle of nerves, rubbing small circles onto it as you subtly moaned into his parted lips.

he hummed as he got to your core, tracing around your slippery arousal. "do you want me to start with one finger or two, my love?" he softly inquired, looking up at you through scrunched pieces of his bangs.

"i want all of you," you replied, wrapping your arms around his back to pull him even closer.

his gaze narrowed, a small smirk on his lips as he suddenly wrapped his arms below your hips. he picked you up swiftly; switching your positions and gently laid you down onto the bed. the sheets cooled your damp skin as he climbed on top of you, hooking his arms under your shoulders.

you could practically feel the fire inside him radiating through his skin, hot with passion and need. the fires inside of you just begged to be set aflame, joined together to create an even greater one. tonight your love was just that, the flames growing the more fuel was added to it; bodies pressed together tightly as you devoured one another's lips.

continuing his prior endeavor, he began trailing butterfly kisses down your neck, heat radiating from your body as he sucked several marks of his to decorate your pretty chest. his fingers against your skin felt as soft as the flower petals on the bed, inviting chills your body's surface with each trail he left.

"i forgot something," he slowly kissed you once more before getting up from the bed, his body heat escaping yours and quickly becoming replaced by the cold air conditioner. your eyes glued to him, you watched him excitedly run in his boxers over to the hotel door, unlocking it and slowly opening it.

"beomgyu what are you doing?" you sat up quickly in surprise, pulling the nearest pillow to cover your bare chest.

"i'm just placing the do-not-disturb sign on the door," he mischievously giggled, quickly shutting and locking the door once he was done. you threw the pillow at him as he tiptoed back to the bed, playfully rolling your eyes through a sigh of relief.

"you scared me, im half naked here!" you jokingly scolded him, followed by a choked laugh as he jumped back onto the bed, tackling you like his life depended on it. he drowned your neck in kisses again, laughing and squirming as he hugged you tightly, his hair tickling your skin.

mouths reuniting, you smiled against his soft lips, feeling his grin against yours. you couldn't help but feel both anxious and excited for the moments to come.

the mere thought of making love to your boyfriend always made you blush and kick your feet like it was the first. beomgyu just knew how to take care of you; emotionally, physically, mentally, sexually, all at once. he knew all the right spots, all the right things to say. he simply made your heart melt. in every way.

he always wanted to cherish your body and make sure you felt good; to him it was what you deserved and no less. and you two had grown a lot since you first began dating- not even able to take yourselves seriously at first due to insecurities and fear of judgment. but beomgyu always made you feel loved; he showed love to even your least favorite parts of yourself. he watered the seeds in your heart; helping you blossom and grow.

"you are heaven," his hot breath seeped into your ear, chills making themselves known on your skin. your stomach twisted as he kissed a trail down your neck, in between your breasts, and down to the most sensitive skin of your lower stomach; never once tearing his gaze from yours.

one thing about beomgyu was that he loved eye contact, especially during intimate moments. he loved the tension that built the longer you locked eyes, watching every little expression of yours, entranced by every shimmer in your eye.

he nipped at the lacy hem of your underwear, stopping before pulling them off; softly rubbing the wet patch of the fabric with his thumb.

"already so wet for me baby?" he cooed in the deepest of voices, looking up at you with his head innocently cocked to the side. you hummed in response, he knew what he was doing; god, how he turned you on. he teased you by skimming his lips over the dark spot before pulling them off as slowly as possible.

he watched like a starving man getting a full-course dinner feast revealed before him, observing the way strands of your wetness stretched as they clung to the fabric.

he looked up at you through dark strands of hair, wrapping his arms around your thighs to pull you even closer to him. he spread your legs open as he propped them onto each of his shoulders, getting a perfect view of your entirety. the chills on your skin intensified as you sensed his warm breath against your wetness, pulsating in need for his touch.

"you're my favorite snack," he sexily giggled against your thigh, pressing wet kisses all along the plush skin. he knew you loved it when he spoke in his satoori accent, especially during moments like these. he whispered dirty things into your skin, telling you every little thing he wanted to do to you. your breathing hitched, absolutely fawning over it all; his sensual voice had your heart doing flips, body aching for every bit of him.

he slowly lowered his mouth to your most sensitive area, your breath instantly shuddered at how amazing he felt. his chocolate hair tickled your inner thighs, adding to the pleasure. he loved the way his name left your lips with every flick of his tongue, eating you out deliciously; licking and sucking all the right places. it simply couldn't get any better.

you slightly propped yourself up on your elbows to get a better look, only to find his eyes already on yours, glued to yours in pure seduction. you took in the beautiful sight that was his pretty face in between your legs, tongue flicking at what felt like a hundred miles an hour; your body beginning to twitch at how amazing it felt.

you quietly chuckled to yourself, realizing just how fast he could move his tongue. "hmm?" he hummed against your skin at the sound of your giggle, looking up at you quizzically; his lips glossy from your wetness. he wiped them clean, breathing heavily as sweat beads began to form on his skin.

"you know sometimes i think your mouth really is made of a motor," you giggled, looking down at him. he thew his head back, a deep laugh exiting.

"yeah? like this?" he lowered his mouth back down, lightly circling over your clit with his tongue before speeding up the pace again, leaving you speechless. your smile faded as he ate you out so lewdly, staring at you so intensely; nothing seemed funny anymore.

his boxers tented due to how painfully hard he was at the sight of you; your scent, your taste, the sounds you made, the way your pretty eyes gazed upon him. everything about you had him intoxicated with lust, drunk in love.

he licked two of his fingers, slowly sinking them into you while curling upwards just the way you needed it. this combination electrified your body with every stroke of his fingers and swirl of his tongue until your lower stomach began to tighten in pleasure, only intensifying with his pace.

"right there gyu, don't stop," you mumbled as coherently as you could, throwing your head back aggressively, overcome with pleasure. eyes sewn shut, the ticklish knot in your stomach tightened as he perfectly rubbed the spot inside you, flicking his tongue just right every single time. you began to grind against his fingers, arching your back as you climbed up the mountain of pleasure, sensing your climax approach at any time now.

he kept his pace when he felt you tighten around his fingers, watching in awe as your once tensed muscles released, your body spasming as pleasure rolled through you in waves. your chest rose and fell intensely as you caught your breath, legs collapsing to one side as you lay in complete stillness, only your forearms keeping you up as your head was completely thrown behind you.

he attended to you, quickly getting up to help lay you back onto the bed, supporting the back of your head as he gingerly lowered it to the cold sheets.

he lay propped onto his elbow as you recovered from your climax, nuzzling into him as you felt his weight next to you. he watched your face, observing the way your eyes were gently fluttered closed, a small smile on your lips; completely overtaken by the warm fuzz of pleasure. he was simply glad; that's all he wanted, was to make you feel good. he smiled.

floating in the clouds, weightless; your body like jello with how relaxed you felt. you lay there, lost in thought about what had just happened as your breathing slowly returned to normal. you thought about how good he is; just how amazing he is.

you thought about his face; full lips when they kiss you or draw up into a pretty smile. his dark eyes when candlelight flickers in them, like speckled marbles. the sound of his deep voice against your skin. you wanted him. you needed him. so bad.

heat pulsated between your legs at the thought of him inside you and his member was no secret as it nudged your thigh, wet spots on the plaid material of his boxers. without speaking, your bodies said it all.

you looked over at him as he was in the middle of gently tracing your collarbones with his fingertips. your heart ached for him; he was just so patient with you. in this moment, all you wanted was to satistfy him just as much as he did you, make him feel just as good.

without a word you gently grabbed his face and crashed your lips to his again, hungry; this time with all the more passion. he melted right in, the need for you prevalent in his mannerisms. he crawled over you, situating himself on top; a knee in between your crotch as you ground against it for some relief.

you helped his boxers off of him, throwing them far across the room like you did with every last article of clothing. with nothing between you now, his skin melted against yours like warm sand, running his fingers up your sides and into your hair as you lay beneath him. 

his scent wafted into your nose with every of his movements, like warm cinnamon tea on a foggy morning; melting your brain with every inhale. you felt so warm and safe here, like you were in heaven. absolutely no worries or outside thoughts in mind, just beomgyu and this moment. this perfect moment.

he kissed and kissed you before gently grabbing both of your wrists, pinning them to either side of your head. the feeling of your arms exposed to the chilly air and out of your control had your stomach twisting and turning with desire, your skin burning for him.

"is this okay?" he softly asked against your lips, eyes starry and wide, filled with trillions of galaxies. it was almost funny how innocent he looked, yet how mischievous he was on the daily and how dirty he could be in bed. you loved it.

"more than okay," you whispered back, a certain intensity in your eyes left him mesmerized for a few moments, just wanting to stare for eternity. he smirked, burying his face into your neck so that his hair tickled your skin before kissing his way down to one of your breasts.

it was like he was tickling you and pleasuring you at the same time; you didn't know whether to moan or to laugh. a mixture of both came out, arching your back under his feathery touch. the deep bass of a song from your playlist seeped from his speaker; making the air thicker, hotter. he always made music sound better. he always made everything better.

wrapping your legs around his lower back to pull him closer, you began grinding yourself against the hardness that lay flush against his stomach. he teased you, beginning to thrust himself up against your wet folds, breathy moans escaping both of your mouths at how much you needed one another.

"beom- please," you whimpered against his lips, desperation prevalent in your eyes. he decided he had teased you enough, that he couldn't go any longer without being one with you.

nudging your legs further apart with his knees, he aligned himself with your entrance as he slowly entered you with his tip, nearly driving you crazy. he leaned down to kiss you, deepening the kiss as he deepened himself at an excruciatingly slow pace, eventually bottoming out inside of you with a subtle twitch.

"my god beomgyu," you sucked air through your teeth at his size, which you never quite got used to no matter how many times you had made love. the way he perfectly stretched you out simply left you speechless, needing every bit of him.

he always went slow so as not to hurt you, able to gauge when you were comfortable enough to go a little faster. his grip on your wrists slightly tightened as you fluttered around him, making it extra hard for him to control his pace. his breathing shuddered and he moaned into your lips, burying his head into your neck as he cursed at the sheer pleasure.

"fuck- you feel amazing" he groaned against your neck, slowly grinding his hips against yours, feeling every crevice inside you throb and flutter around him. you were the best feeling in the world.

both of your soft moans mixed with the patter of rain on the large glass windows of the hotel. only soft candlelight, fairy lights, and the city glow illuminated the room; casting your moving shadows onto the wall, along with the moonlight that peaked in through the curtains.

his dainty silver necklace tickled your neck as it dangled onto you, fingers intertwined tightly with his and still pinned over your head as you passionately made out. he thrust into you so sweetly, so perfectly you felt you could cry.

"you feel amazing too, gyu," was all you could say before your voice hitched and your eyes began to well. you don't know why you got so emotional all of a sudden; something about experiencing the utmost form of connection with the person you loved most had warm tears of happiness streaming down your cheeks.

his eyes were quick to fill with worry, searching quickly from eye to eye as he completely stopped thrusting into you.

"angel are you okay? what's wrong? did i do something?" his voice came out small and filled with worry, his fingers released yours and came up to wipe away the wetness on your face.

"yes gyu i'm okay," you laughed as the tears rolled out. "i just- i love you," you sniffled with a smile. he sighed of relief that you were okay, letting his forehead fall to yours. he softly chuckled after a moment, kissing the tip of your nose.

"i love you. more than you know," he whispered to you, staring into the depths of your eyes; to which you noticed were more shimmery than usual in the candlelight. he was tearing up too. your heart ached to see him cry, but crying during sex wasn't a complete rarity for the two of you. you felt better knowing they were happy tears rather than sad ones.

"is it okay if i continue?," he asked, his glossy eyes glittering in the candlelight as his lips curved into a small smile, a droplet hanging from the tip of his nose.

"please," you pleaded, wiping your face with the inner part of your arm. he began slowly moving in and out of you again, never once taking your eyes off of his. some of his tears dripped onto your face, making the both of you laugh. "oops," he smiled as he wiped them off with his thumb.

he got a frivolous idea: using his tongue to wipe your tears. you scoffed at him, scrunching your face at the feeling of his warm tongue tickling your cheek.

"mmm salty," he giggled, rays coming from that toothy grin of his that you so loved. you felt lost in the abyss of his eyes, just the two of you floating away in the space held in your hearts. a space that held only him and a space that held only you.

you noticed his smile slightly fade as his eyes searched yours, fingers finding their way to your hair.

"i remember the very first time i saw you. you're the most beautiful person i've ever seen. inside and out. and you always will be." another of his tears dripped onto your nose and slid down the crevices of your skin. he just stared at you, alternating from eye to eye, like he hadn't ever seen anything quite as fascinating as you.

"beomgyu you're gonna make me ugly cry," you chortled, eyes blurring and then spilling over. you reached up and gave him the tightest hug you could, feeling him bottom out inside of you and stay there, hugging you back even tighter.

these were the moments you realized you needed absolutely nothing else in life. just him. just him and you were the happiest girl on the entire planet. he's the center of your universe; there's nothing better on this planet than the love you share.

"i'm so glad i met you," your voice came out muffled in his warm shoulder, which you used to wipe off your wet nose. his back heaved as he exhaled, relaxing into the hug; pressing kisses to your jaw, then to your lips. both of your eyes and noses red and stuffy now, and you smiled in pure happiness as your teeth began to clash with one another's. "me too."

his tongue made its way to yours, kissing you so sweetly with little nibbles to your lip in between. he began to pick up his pace, deliciously grinding his hips against yours as he softly groaned against your lips.

the intensity of pleasure was a lot more amplified now; you don't know if it was because you had grown even more emotionally connected or if you were getting close to finishing again. but oh my, did he feel amazing.

you couldn't seem to quiet your whimpers as he thrust into you so deeply and steadily, wet sounds coming from in between your bodies. his hair clung to his forehead due to the condensation when you went to grab a handful of it, sweat dripping down his face and onto his neck. he hooked one of your legs with his arm, deepening his strokes inside of you.

"so fucking good," he panted against your lips as he pounded into you at a faster pace now, the bed beginning to creak with each of his thrusts. each time your name spewed from his lips, you felt your heart do a flip, absolutely weak at the way it rolled off of his tongue perfectly.

knowing that you made him feel so good only intensified your pleasure, feeling him throb and twitch inside you nearly had you at the edge again.

no matter how many different positions the two of you have tried over time, nothing could beat this one; your leg supported by his arm and bent over his shoulder as he rolled his hips against yours, hitting your g-spot just right with every thrust.

not only did it feel amazing, it granted you the ability to see every glimmer in his eyes and kiss him, feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, his weight pressed to you. you connected best, not only physically but emotionally.

you watched his face as he watched yours; his eyebrows knitted in pleasure, mouth agape and lips plump and red with how much you had kissed them. sweat beads dripped down his face and neck.

you simply couldn't put together the words that described beomgyu. you realized that the word beautiful was made to describe someone far simpler than him.

tasting the beads of salt pouring down his skin, you caught some that ran down to his lips as you sweetly kissed. his moans and grunts grew louder and more frequent, a telltale sign that we was right there, right at the edge. he dropped his forehead to yours, cold sweat sliding onto your skin from his, staring practically into your soul.

with one final deep thrust, he tightly shut his eyes and went completely over the edge, releasing his warmth inside of you. the sound of your name coherent through breathy moans and whimpers, sending chills up your spine.

although you hadn't yet finished, he sensed you were extremely close as he felt you tighten and flutter around him, slightly overstimulating himself with a few more thrusts to help push you over the edge as well.

your hips bucked and rolled against his as you came, his name escaping your lips lewdly as waves of pleasure carried you to cloud 9 once again, arching your back at the sheer pleasure.

he collapsed on top of you, both a huffing, sweaty mess; still twitching inside of you. euphoria coursed through your veins at the feeling of his body weight on you; both floating amongst the clouds, basking in the afterglow of pleasure as you recovered from your climaxes.

he buried his hands under your back, squeezing you into a tight hug. you stayed like this, feeling his heart strum through his chest and onto yours, sensing it slow with his breathing as he calmed down.

after a moment he brought his lips to yours in a soft kiss, tasting the saltiness of dried sweat and tears on his lips, not caring that you were both a total mess, hair completely plastered to wet foreheads. he gazed at you through smiling eyes, quietly giggling in joy, dawning over the amazing loved you shared. he propped his head in his elbow to gaze at you.

you just lay there for who knows how long, simply admiring one another, faces illuminated by candles reflecting from white bedsheets. lost in the flicker of the flame in his eyes, the warmth of his skin sept into yours as you traced the outline of his back. having memorized the map of each freckle and scar; taking in the utter beauty that was his existence.

you wondered how you lived before knowing him. because with him, colors shine brighter, music sounds better, life is happier. it is a life worth living a thousand times.

~

fog seeped from under the door of the rose-scattered, candlelit bathroom. scribbles of initials and small doodles of hearts and stars decorated the fog-stained glass doors of the shower.

it was an all glass, walk-in with water that fell like rain from a large square on the ceiling; by far the most luxurious shower you had ever used. man, had your boyfriend scored a great hotel for you both.

the two of you stood amidst the warm water, his back pressed to your chest as you shampooed his hair, taking note of how long it was getting as the silky strands fell through your fingers with the weight of soapy water.

he turned around to face you, a beard of bubbles on his chin. "what do you think?" earned a laugh from you, your giggles echoing throughout the spacious bathroom as you both goofed around like usual.

showering with beomgyu was as normal as breathing; you can't even remember the last time you showered alone.

your shower routine was different every time as it usually followed the flow of your emotions: sometimes it was more quiet, just observing one another through the clouds of steam, lost in gentle conversation about whatever it may be.

sometimes the room echoed with delirious noises as you doubled over with how hard you laughed, having to use the wall to keep you standing.

and sometimes your lips wouldn't come apart so much as to catch your breath as he lifted you up against the wall, your legs wrapped around his hips as your bodies did the talking.

but tonight, you were brimming with happiness as your playlist echoed from his speaker, mouthing the lyrics to him like you were the lead singer. he sang along with you, taking your hands in his and swinging them back and forth with the beat.

he watched you, completely enamored by the way your smiling face was illuminated by dim lighting, cheeks flushed with steam, the way your laugh echoed through the room. showering with you had always been one of his favorite parts of the day, it felt like your own little world where no other thoughts or people could enter. just you.

like always, you took turns washing one another. he rubbed soap onto your body with his hands, the feeling of your wet, bare skin entrancing him; using the excuse that he needed more soap as he poured a large amount into his hands, gliding them up and down your torso. you did the same, massaging his shoulders with the slick help of body wash, both addicted to the sensation of his skin and trying to loosen the ginormous knots he somehow carried in his muscles.

the clean scents of different soaps intermingled in the air to create one of your favorite scents in the world; the scent of washing off yet another day's adventure with your favorite person, freshening up just to start the day with him tomorrow to do it all over again.

you found yourself staring at him in absolute awe as he angled his head back under the shower head, time moving in what felt like slow motion as water drizzled down his bare skin; you could simply stare at him forever. he rubbed the water from his eyes, forehead exposed as his hair had been slicked back by the heavy stream. he stepped towards you, running fingers through it as some pieces fell messily on his forehead. it almost felt surreal that he was yours.

"i have some facemasks for us," he reached to turn the water off once you were all done rinsing off, grabbing you a towel from outside the glass door. your eyes lit up in excitement at the sound of these six words, the largest smile growing on your face. he wrapped the fresh linen around you like a burrito, giving you a big hug. the warmth he exuded transcended anything you had ever felt; like an eternal ray of sunshine right by your side. always.

~

after drying off, it was like the two of you were nineteen all over again. sitting on the bathroom counter wearing his oversized shirt and boxers, a laughing mess as he stood in front of you applying a face mask to your skin. his eyes met yours every few seconds, constantly drawn like two magnets; you could hardly keep a straight face with how close he leaned into you.

you closed your eyes in relaxation at the sensation of the mask's cooling texture, quickly interrupted as he tickled your nose with his pinky. you both doubled over in hushed laughter, trying your hardest to keep it quiet so not to disturb the neighbors as it was approaching 2 am. of course, your rowdy boyfriend wouldn't help with that.

your mind drifted to the last time you sat at this hotel's bathroom sink. it was when beomgyu had you bent over it a few nights ago before showering together; the room steamy as he gave it to you from behind, watching his face contort with pleasure in the reflection of the mirror, lip between his teeth.

the memory vividly came back to you, still fresh in your mind: he leaned in close so that his warm chest was pressed to your back. "you like watching me fuck you, huh pretty?" he breathed into your ear, eyes glued to yours through the foggy bathroom mirror. you simply melted at his dirty talk; he was just too good. all you could do was nod in response, whimpers for more filling the room with an echo. he looked at you a little longer in the mirror with before subtly smiling, pressing kisses down your back, slowing his thrusts into a more gentle, steady pace.

he had noticed you drift off into your daydream, waving a hand in front of your face to awaken you from the steamy memory. heat found its way to your face, looking at him with hazy eyes.

"i was just remembering the last time we...you know," you nudged him, a shy smile on your lips. which come to think of it, the two of you had made love almost every night since you had been on your trip.

you would come back to the hotel after a fun day and already be glued to one another as you entered the room; stumbling to the bed, his fingers intertwined in your hair and yours on his belt buckle. you simply couldn't get enough of each other.

"look at these photos i found from freshman year" drew you from your thoughts completely, paying mind to his phone screen as he scrolled far into his camera roll album of you, stopping on one that had you smiling from ear to ear.

it was a mirror picture the two of you had taken one of the nights you stayed up late, doing face masks in your dorm room; the night you gave him his adorable nickname. he made a silly face at you as you were in the middle of laughter, your arms around his waist.

you cooed at how adorable he looked with his blonde head of hair and soft, round facial features; you just wanted to pinch his cheek. he took note of how much you have changed since then too, and how you would always wear his green checkered, bear patterned cardigan like it was your own. you were still the same, beautiful person in his eyes; only now you had an obsession with his black and white plaid cardigan instead.

"let's recreate it," you looked up at him, who nodded excitedly in agreement. although it seemed like a small little memory, it still held both of your hearts like it was yesterday; a very special relationship was born from those delirious nights and you couldn't be more grateful for them.

he helped you off the counter as you got into the same position you stood in three years ago, hugging his waist he slung an arm around you, pulling you just as close as he wanted to that night; his nerves no longer in the way like how they once were.

you stared at one another in the mirror, cheeks burning with how much you smiled. just as he clicked the shutter, he made the same silly face, naturally coaxing a laugh from you, just like that night.

~

the rest of tonight was filled with memories that cradled your heart like a warm blanket; ones that made you fall so deeply in love, you could feel the warm glow of your heart radiating from deep within your chest.

and just like always in the dead of night, the two of you were in the most spontaneous, absolutely delirious mood. having a hotel room together only fueled this. you felt like you were in your own little movie; like you ran away to a new city and got new identities, finally free to do whatever you wanted without a care in the world.

a 3am vending machine run downstairs for ice cream and pocky left you out of breath, tip-toe racing one another down the hall; where trying your best to keep quiet was only part of the fun.

beomgyu brought his baby blue polaroid along with him, wanting to capture every memory he could. he took all kinds of candid photos of you; a few by the colorful vending machines, scratching your head as you struggled to pick an option. a hilarious one of your hoodie stuffed to the brim with all kinds of snacks that some might fall out; to which he took some blurry ones of you sprinting down the hall to pick up the ones that did fall out.

there were some selfies of the both of you once you had returned to the hotel room, capturing a stick of pocky in between the two of you as you raced to be the first to meet the other's lips. the polaroid camera was put down when he won, the taste of strawberry on his lips as he softly bit down on your bottom lip.

he took almost fifteen polaroids, you counted, as they lay spread out on the bedside table as some were still in the process of developing. you were excited to see how they would turn out, and add them to your polaroid album together.

he suddenly tackled you from behind, pulling you onto him and inviting you to a wrestling match on the bed, entangling your bodies in every way imaginable just to pin the other person down.

at 4am you lay silently under the rose-covered sheets and flickering fairy lights, entranced with the storm; pouring rain pelting against the large glass window. the way it was pushed and pulled violently by the wind outside made you feel even more cozy, laying on beomgyu's chest as he fiddled with your earring.

when the rest of the world sleeps, you both lie awake between the sheets and beneath the stars and that's how you spent every night together. your leg slung around his tummy as you both observed the blurry city, the subtle blue glow illuminating your faces.

you had always been infatuated with the red glow of the tokyo tower against the silver skyline, and now getting to see it in person made you want to lose sleep just to watch it glow. you took note as to how many small blinking lights flashed randomly on each building, matching with the lights of small cars in the distance.

after such a long day, you couldn't help but grow blanketed with sleep every passing second, fighting the urge of your eyes practically begging to close, just to watch the skyline a bit more, just to stay in this moment with him for as long as you could. that was when suddenly, you felt beomgyu's chest vibrate as he hummed a tune.

"you're the sun to the moon" he softly began to sing, immediately forgetting your sleepiness. every time he sang, it was like a gift to you

"you're my ocean painted blue," you faintly smiled, recognizing the song by lany as it was one of your favorites.

"you, i'm nothing without you." he concluded with a kiss to your head, followed by a large yawn. turning to look up at him, his eyes were gently shut, long eyelashes resting atop his cheekbones, just how he usually looked when he had fallen asleep.

with that voice he could be a famous singer. with that face, he could be a model. with that heart of gold, he could be a thousand more things. but it's not what he could be, it's what he is. in your eyes and in your heart, he is that famous singer. he is that model, he is yours.

you left a gentle kiss on his adams apple, finding your comfy spot on his chest again before replaying his honey voice in your mind again, drifting off into a gentle slumber. you hoped you would dream of him, like you did every night.

. . .

the scent of morning coffee reminded you of sophomore year of college, when you became the well-known couple at your university's coffee shop; as it wasn't a rare occasion that you pushed yourselves out of bed, groggily shuffling over to grab some coffee together before class.

you would ruffle his once blonde hair in line as you waited, heavy head on your shoulder as he yawned, the scent of coffee filling your nose. he would sip his iced americano sleepy eyed and you, a cup of sweet iced goodness as you walked to class, fingers interlaced.

you had only slept two hours, apparently, as the sun was now rising right before your eyes outside the large glass pane windows. you thought maybe you were just dreaming because of how unreal the sight was before you; a large, red orb peeking its bright eye over the city of tokyo.

"angel? oh good you're up," beomgyu pranced over to you with a cup of iced coffee, just the way you liked it. you barely pushed yourself up, head still extremely heavy with sleep. you would probably be annoyed if anyone else had woken you up this early, but because it was your boyfriend, you gladly fought the urge to fall back asleep.

"i thought we'd watch the sunrise," he plopped down on the bed, sitting criss-cross next to you with his own coffee in hand.

you happily nodded with half-closed eyes, not yet able to get out a coherent sentence as you were still practically asleep. you slowly sipped the cold goodness of your cup, feeling a bit more awake by the minute.

the sound of "train station in 10?" awoke you immediately, more than coffee ever could in that time span. he looked over at you expectantly, your eyes wide as you sat a disheveled mess in bed, wondering how the hell you would look decent in 10 minutes.

"make it 20, i know just the perfect place to take you," he kissed your cheek, jumping up from bed and running into the bathroom where he began playing music and getting ready for your next adventure.

the memory of getting dressed was just a blur of baggy jeans and white converse as you now stood on a moving train, head resting lazily on your boyfriend's all too familiar shoulder. eyes constantly glued to the hazy blend of warm colors ahead as the sun rose little by little. all you could do was wonder where this train was taking you, since beomgyu wouldn't tell you. not even one hint.

your only clue was that this time, the train traveled towards the city instead of away from it, reminding you of the last time when you went to the suburbs for the cherry blossom picnic.

"did you match with me on purpose?" his voice brought you from your thoughts as you looked him up and down curiously, snorting when you realized your outfits were pretty much identical to a tee.

he wore a loose, white button-up; rolled at the elbows and lazily stuffed into some light-wash baggy jeans, and a pair of white converse. this morning had been such a blur that you didn't even notice what you had thrown together, or what he had either, for that matter.

"now i am convinced we actually share brain cells," you collapsed your head back onto his shoulder as both laughed. but he thought it was the cutest thing ever; that he would be walking around with his mini-me all day through the streets of tokyo. he always felt proud to walk with you, no matter what.

~

breathtaken, you stood at what felt like the top of the world as you witnessed the entire city from this altitude, mount fuji clearly visible through some clouds miles away. the sun made it's glowing appearance between slivers of buildings, which from this high up, merely resembled scattered grey blocks beneath you.

beomgyu had brought you to tokyo skytree; the tallest building in japan, and the place at the top of your bucket list since you could remember. you pressed your forehead against the glass, admiring the way the city was still blanketed in subtle mist from last night's storm, orange rays of muted sunlight peaking through clouds that rested their fluffy heads on buildings.

it seemed most of the city was still asleep, as the only small crowds of people were those headed off to work. the hour of dawn wasn't one you were usually awake to see considering you were certainly a night owl. but right now, it felt otherworldly; somber, filled with pure peace and quiet as the sun bled into the sky. like time was frozen.

beomgyu stood next to you, hands pressed to the glass on either side of his face, looking down at his feet, past the glass underneath them; lost as he stood at what felt was the edge of the world. you walked your fingers along the glass and over to his, gently resting your hand on top of his.

no matter how beautiful the view was in front of you, your eyes always found their way back to each other's; cheeks squished to the glass as you admired one another. the most beautiful sight wasn't the sunrise or the buildings or the city you were in; it was him and you. together.

there was more in store for you than you thought, as you now perused the skytree aquarium hand in hand, fully awake now as colorful fish swam all around you.

the large fish tanks stretched from floor to ceiling, carrying some of the most exotic sea life you had ever witnessed; some cute and some scary, some big and some small. a tiny fish called your attention as it reminded you of him, the way its large eyes gazed at you innocently. he laughed, comparing you to the clownfish in the next tank.

the brightest turquoise glow lit the entire place, almost convincing you that you would never see another color again but blue. but of course, he looked just as handsome blanketed under the turquoise light that you would easily get used to it; eyes glimmering with the magic of curiosity and wonder, swiveling his head all around in awe at the fish that swam everywhere imaginable.

you parted ways between a large tank at the center, finding each other again through the opposite sides of the glass. he placed his hand on the tank, inviting yours to mirror his. although you were thousands of miles from home in a foreign city where you knew absolutely no one. the glowing face on the other side of the glass, that was all you needed to feel right at home.

he motioned you over to a tank that caught his eye, reuniting with the interlacing of your fingers. "actually you remind me of a jellyfish," he pointed at the glowing creatures that floated in the water, gliding gently with one another. you pondered the idea, maybe he had good reason.

"they're graceful and elegant, just look at this one," he pointed at one that was a slightly different shade of violet than the others, a look of determination on his face as he described all of its attributes and how they reminded him of you.

"i think jellyfish are the most beautiful, that's why it reminds me of you." you looked up at him with a warm smile, his eyes still fixated on the glowing tank, then down to meet yours with an affirming nod.

"and also the clownfish because you're a clow- ouch!" you playfully slapped his arm as he rubbed it exaggeratedly, letting out a goofy laugh at his own joke. you rolled your eyes, not able to stay serious "if anyone resembles a clownfish here it's you!" you scoffed at him jokingly, laughing at his side eye.

he reclined on one of the tanks with his shoulder, observing the tank of clownfish and jellyfish. "i think if you were a jellyfish and i was a clownfish in this aquarium, i would swim up to the jellyfish tank every day just to watch the slightly violet one. i think in any universe, i would fall in love with you," he rested his head on the glass, looking down at you fondly.

you squeezed his hand gently in yours, loving every part of his imagination. he often liked to make up little (usually cheesy) stories about you and him in other universes and you loved every single one; today was the story of the clownfish and the jellyfish. what he didn't know was that you wrote them down in a secret journal, to hopefully retell them to him one day. the mere thought warmed your heart.

just as you were standing on your tip toes to press a kiss to his cheek, you noticed a familiar group of teenagers over his shoulder. it was someone familiar that caught your eye: a tall, serious looking black-haired boy with a middle part. he stood with two other girls and two other guys. it's them.

"oh my god beomgyu don't turn around," you stood in shock at the sight of the group, gaining memory of the poor boy's horrified face when you gave them the shrimp and ran away that one night at 3 am in shibuya.

"i think it's the same group we gave the shrimp to," you whispered into his ear with a cupped hand, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"the riki guy we jump-scared and then ran away?" beomgyu looked at you in half disbelief, cupping his mouth in hushed laughter. "yes him!" you whisper yelled in all seriousness, tugging at his arm in fear they would see you at any moment.

he carefully walked ahead of you, holding your hand tightly as he brought you behind one of the tall flounder tanks. putting his hands on your shoulders, he looked seriously into your eyes to devise a plan. "okay, we're going to make a run for it." to which you furrowed your eyebrows in concern.

"what?! beomgyu we can't just keep running away from them. they don't even know we're here." no response. pressing his back to the tank, he peaked his head around the glass like he was detective sherlock holmes on a top secret mission. once the coast was clear, he eyed you. "three...two," he began to count down and you readied yourself for the inevitable.

"wait!" he halted you with an arm, his whisper yell almost a little too loud. just before he could reach one, you both saw the shadow of the group's silhouettes project through the blue light of the tank. your first instinct was to duck, so you pulled him down with you.

the group now stood right around the corner from you, your heart racing at the thought of an awkward encounter. who knows how the riki guy would react at the sight of you two after what you did to him.

"let's just stealth it out," you whispered to him, checking behind the other side of the tank to find the coast was clear. "now!" you pulled beomgyu's arm but he wouldn't budge.

"how?" he asked. to which you began replying "we just tip toe quietly and not make a big dea-" but he cut you off.

"how you look so cute even when you're all serious?" he looked at you expectantly and you couldn't help but grin. even in the midst of the most serious of situations, he still made you loosen up and laugh, reminding you that nothing bad would happen when you were by his side.

you took a deep breath, realizing the situation wasn't as serious as you pictured it. so you stood up, bringing him up with you, and turned the corner; simply walking away like a normal couple, unseen by the group. you sighed in relief.

"hey!" a familiar voice of the boy called from behind you, your breath instantly catching in your throat. it could not be...

"oh. shit." you and beomgyu both looked at one another wide-eyed, both thinking the exact same thing RUN!

you completely booked it, running like your lives were on the line, butterflies fluttering through your stomach at the sheer thrill. he squeezed your hand so tight that it made your fingers white, and couldn't help but feel laughter bubble up in your chest at the whole situation.

"wait! the shrimp was good!" was all the raven-haired boy could say before the two of you disappeared around the corner, gone with a cloud of dust behind your heels.

but you didn't hear him with how focused you two were on getting out of there. people wondered what the hell was going on, probably just two unruly kids making a scene. and why are they wearing the exact same outfit? the whole thing was a comical disaster; definitely a memory you would look back and laugh at in the future.

a huffing mess, you finally stood outside the building, hands on your knees as you took a breather, "i can't believe we did that again," he laced his hand with yours as you continued walking further from the aquarium, just in case.

you shook your head, heart still pounding as you laughed it off. the damp wind felt refreshing as it blew on your face, taking it in as it tousled your hair in different directions.

"you know, you never answered my question," he looked over at you with a furrowed brow. "how?"

you remembered his prior question, not exactly knowing how to answer. you shook your head and looked down at your shoes with a soft smile.

he slung his arm around your neck and pulled you close as you walked down a docile street, your head falling to his shoulder.

"i know how. because you're the most perfect girl in the world," he kissed the side of you head as your hearts carried you wherever they desired to next.

. . .

cherry blossoms; the flower that symbolizes life and new beginnings, the beautiful, fleeting nature of existence. its pink haze decorated the ground on which you stood, locking eyes with the familiar, beautiful doe gaze you so loved.

his mouth fell open, absolutely speechless; feeling his heart strum against his chest at the sight of you walk along the path of flowers. you were so unbelievably beautiful to him, the way the setting sun bathed you in a golden glow as you walked; like an angel descended from heaven in his eyes. the air had escaped his lungs at the sight of you in your flowy dress, white as snow.

you felt your heart drum against your chest as you continued your gait to the arbour where he awaited; cherry blossom branches curved into a heart archway behind him. vigilant eyes observed as you carefully walked, but the only pair that ever mattered were his.

the pink and white flower glimmered from the dainty ring you watched the love of your life slide onto your left ring finger. a large grin decorating your lips as you faced one another, hand in hand. he stood there; jaw-droppingly handsome in an all-black suit, hair hugging the nape of his neck, grown out the longest it'd ever been.

the sun and the moon were both visible in the cloud-feathered sky, calling your attention just for a moment. the most beautiful day you had ever lived to see; everything about it radiated absolute heaven.

you may now kiss the bride were the six words that made you tear up more than you thought they would, your glittering eyes becoming visible under your veil as he lifted it up, revealing utmost beauty on both ends.

he held your jaw with gentle fingers, searching your eyes with his; tender-eyed, beautifully vulnerable. a gaze you thought was a portal to outer space, catching a glimpse of your future in an eternity of stars and galaxies. the countless kisses and embraces you would share for a life time.

a single blossom fluttered from the lush, swaying trees above and landed soft as a butterfly on his nose, drawing a sweet smile to your lips. a warm memory bloomed in your chest, remembering the soft petals between your finger as you picked it off of his nose several years ago at this exact spot.

you neared your faces in what felt like slow motion, slowly locking lips with the familiar plush comfort of home. he kissed you strong and deep, able to feel the bright energy radiating from him as he deepened his lips on yours. at the moment you closed your eyes, you heard the claps and cheers of the crowd.

an overwhelming rush of happiness welled in your eyes, heart pounding with the sparkle of elation, you just wanted to jump for joy. if you weren't in a public setting, you would probably break down crying because of how happy you were.

the two of you walked down the isle hand in hand, wearing the brightest smiles one could wear as cheers and kind eyes from familiar faces greeted you. four of beomgyu's college friends waved at you from their seats, snapping tons of pictures as if you were two celebrities walking the red carpet.

you caught the gaze of beomgyu's mom, her kind eyes as she happily nodded towards you, mouthing the words beautiful; to which you were beyond flattered and returned a rosy smile.

it was a small, outdoor venue, only joined by close friends and immediate family as the two of you decided to return to japan for your wedding. yoyogi park; the very same place you had your cherry blossom picnic several years ago when you vacationed here.

no matter how many years had passed since then, tokyo had always called your hearts back. the happiness and love you shared here was something so special, memories like no other place you had visited. it only felt right to return and live it once more. or perhaps, forevermore.

"never thought miss straight a's would end up marrying the class clown," one of beomgyu's college friends yeonjun came over once food and drinks were served at the reception, flashing you a warm smile before jokingly punching beomgyu on the shoulder.

"congratulations man," they shared a laugh and hugged, their conversation muted about the music as you observed beomgyu's gestures; he was beyond elated, eyes animated and sparkling as he spoke, face bright and shining with laughter with his head thrown back. your heart jolted; everything about his smile, his laugh, his everything. you couldn't help but fall in love all over again; watching him from a distance like he was a man you could only dream of being with, let alone marrying.

it really felt surreal; that you were able call your boyfriend your fiancé, and now your husband. it would take some getting used to, of course, since you couldn't help but get red in the face every time you even thought of him as your husband.

"congratulations mrs. choi," the black-haired man bowed to you after he had finished talking to beomgyu, and you returned the bow with a grateful smile, being sure to thank him for coming.

mrs. choi

you felt you could power a city with the pure jubilation that radiated in your heart at the sound of those words. this is going to take some getting used to.

~

fairy lights sparkled in the soft wind, a thin gust fluttering the polaroids pinned with tiny clothespins to the string lights that hung above the quaint, wooden dance floor.

it was your idea to hang some of your polaroids up at your wedding; strung from fairy lights on cherry trees around the venue. out of the hundreds you'd taken over the years, you selected your mutually favorite ones. he looked up at them, giggling every five seconds as a new one caught his eye. he loved it.

"look at that one!" he pointed up at the polaroids as he held you in your arms while slowly swaying to the music of the live band, others dancing around you.

he pointed to the polaroid you took of him standing in his plaid pajamas pants in line at your university's coffee shop, which was hung next to one of him standing at the vending machine at your old hotel, wearing the same pants. and next to that one a selfie of the two of you, the tokyo tower glowing red and white in the background. you could look at old pictures with him forever, just dawning over all the great memories.

"you're so thoughtful. i love this," he lowered his forehead to yours, his eyes wrinkling into a warm smile. "i love you," you responded, only widening his smile. his eyes lingered on yours a bit longer before darting over to the band and then to yours again, squeezing your hand.

"i have a present for you," he muttered after a few seconds of silence, the live band now silent. you noticed only a few notes of the guitar playing repeatedly, a new melody you have yet to hear in an existing song.

"this is a song called nap of a star, i wrote it for you," he smiled, gentle fingers coming up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. recalling his faint hum in the back of your mind from that rainy night. his promise.

and so he began.

I can see even if you're not by my side I feel you even if you don't say a word..

he sang just loud enough for only you to hear, the rest of the guests kindly observing your slow dance from afar, some teary-eyed.

the guitar melody sounded beautiful, one he crafted the late nights he stayed up in the little at-home studio he had built in your apartment together. nights you would often sit across from him, watching candlelight flicker from the reflection of his guitar as he lulled you with the depths of his voice.

I want to be your nap so I can dream with you no matter when.. As if nothing had happened..

beomgyu had gained more confidence with singing over the years, gaining enough to sing in a public space, even if no one could really hear him. all that mattered was that you did. you swayed with him as he held your waist, pressed flush against one another, his thumbs soft over the lace of your dress.

On a sunset evening, even in the night when the sky is dark.. My heart is full of you.

the full moon gleamed overhead as he sang to you, casting your swaying shadows across the wooden platform in pale light. you couldn't once tear your gaze from his eyes. both slighly teary-eyed as he sang everything he felt for you, putting it all into a song you never wanted to end. you just wanted to stay here forever.

all you yearned to see were the depths of his eyes where you found the promise of eternity. his lips where you found the promise of pure joy and lifelong kisses. his hands where you found never-ending warmth and comfort. that was all you wanted. all you needed, endlessly. you couldn't wait to spend the rest of your life with him.

~

you could hardly see beomgyu over the tall, paper lantern that flickered between the two of you. that was, until he peeked over its brim, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"ready?" you asked him through a small giggle. only your nose and eyes visible over the lantern's bright glow. he tickled your fingers with the gentle brush of his.

"three...two..." you counted down, looking over at him in anticipation as you each held onto an end, watching the flame dance in his dark eyes.

at "one," you released the lantern together, watching it float weightlessly up into the night sky, carrying the promises and wishes you held in your hearts; ones of lifelong unity and happiness, which you knew were wishes that had already come true long ago.

other guests released their lanterns into the dark sky as well, watching them slowly accumulate in the sky like fireflies. beomgyu's four friends released theirs together as you heard their excited laughs echo behind you. you smiled, content that everyone was having a good time.

he held you, wrapping both of his arms around your waist as you watched your lantern become smaller and smaller in the speckled sky. looking up at the moon reminded him that this night would be completely dark without it. similar to how his life wouldn't be as bright without you in it. you and the moon; always there to brighten the darkness. 

your head fell to his shoulder, simply breathing with him. you thought about your future together; about what it would be like to maybe move here one day. maybe open up a coffee shop or a cute little library and after many years, grow to be the cutest elderly couple in town. always by his side.

you looked up at him from his warm shoulder, his eyes reflecting the sky, you almost couldn't tell the difference between the stars in the night sky and the stars in his eyes. 

no one sees his beauty quite like you do. the way his brown eyes catch the sun rays at sunset and turn gold at dusk, but also reflect the night sky like a mirror. his soft touch; the way his fingers gently graze upon your skin like a feather. the way his cheeks pull upward when there's an oncoming smile, revealing rays from his toothy grin. his thick, soft voice; the way it sings you to sleep or whispers that he loves you.

he looked down at you, the way your hair- like silk as it fell weightlessly over your ear, waiting to be tucked back into place by his fingers. like his fingers were made for you, made for that strand of hair. and they are. and the strand of your hair, falling perfectly, was made for him as well.

you were made for him. and he was made for you.

and so you watched the last bit of the lantern, like a speck now in the sky, disappear into oblivion. you both wondered where it went, deep in conversation about the possibilities. did it just disintegrate or will it survive beyond space? where there are billions of stars with dozens of planets. where there are a trillion comets, supernova explosions and new planets being formed. where there might be other life, but you're not sure. but there is one thing you both know for sure. 

there is nothing in the universe

like you.

the end:)

~

a/n: alas, it's here! if you are reading this, thank you so so much for being patient with me, and with this sequel. this past year has been a rollercoaster, but the whole time i had this fic in mind and always wanted to finish it <3 thank you for all the love on tokyo and i really hope you enjoyed this one! i love you all, please know you are amazing, worth it, and so loved :)

more fics coming soon!! <3

©beomie3

tags: @enhasengene @soobsfairy444 @xiaoting999 @londonchuu @rpkth @dainsleif-when-playable @tatanbin @croissant-san @younglingslayer69 @readingmochi @bangtanattic

#beomgyu fic #beomgyu fanfic #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu drabbles #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu smut #beomgyu fluffy smut #txt fic #txt scenarios #txt imagines #txt fluff #txt smut #txt x reader #txt drabbles #txt series #female reader #txt beomgyu #choi beomgyu #beomgyu x you #beomgyu x y/n #beomgyu x y/n female reader #yeonjun

[kishibe-kisser]

Baths with the Genshin boys (Part 1) Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Dainsleif

Tags: gender neutral, baths, quite wholesome, maybe some suggestive touches, nothing too intense

Part 2 / Part 3

Alhaitham: "You can relax a little." You mumbled in his ear, picking up on the way goosebumps coated his bare, broad shoulders. You had suggested taking a bath together to ease some of his stress, the Akademaya having been pushing the man's limits the last few days. But alas, not even a bath could pry the book from his hands.

"A few more pages." He grumbled in return, holding the book dangerously close over the water. Pressing his back into your chest, he tried to find a more comfortable position to read in, using your legs as arms rests to keep the book up.

"This isn't why I invited you to join me." You started, your hands dipping under the water to slowly move over his chiseled chest and abdomen. He tensed up, head falling back onto your shoulder at your touches. Alhaitham absolutely adored you, but he hated how you made him feel soft, distracted him. This was one of those times, the corner of the book dipping into the water slightly.

"Shit." He grumbled, tossing the book over the edge of the tub and onto the ground next to it. You had to stifle a laugh at his frustration, hands now moving to his tense shoulders. "I invited you so you could relax, now that I have your attention... relax." You smiled, his silver hair tickling your skin as you massaged his shoulders. Finally, you could feel the tension leaving his shoulders little by little. You kissed the top of his head and he let out a sigh.

"You're such a distraction."

Ayato: The room smelled like lavender and eucalyptus, a wonderful concoction created by Thoma because you asked for something soothing. The scent was what drew Ayato in, wandering into the bath house and standing in the door frame. Taking in the sight of you in the large tub, soaking your stress away.

"May I join you, dear?" Ayato asked, knocking you out of your thoughts. "You know you don't need to ask." You smiled, cocking your head to the right to look at him. He let out a hum of approval at your answer and quickly rid himself of clothes, trying to make quick work of all the buttons. "Darn the Kamisato clan and always needing to be proper." You muttered jokingly and he shook his head with a smile.

"Yeah, darn those guys." He laughed, finally undoing the last button and sliding into the tub behind you. The added body in the water made the tub overflow slightly, making Ayato hide his laugh into your shoulder. "Ah Thoma is going to be whining about that." You said and grabbed his arms, wrapping them around your waist.

"He'll get over it." Ayato sighed, tilting his head to kiss over your shoulder. "Will he?" You asked, leaning into his touches and you felt him shrug.

"Maybe not, I'll take him out to hot pot to make up for it."

Baizhu: "This is good for you." Baizhu remarked, taking note of your face as he poured some form of herbal liquid into your bath water. While he wasn't wrong, you knew almost for a fact it would simply be better for your health if he just got in with you. Just being around Baizhu was cathartic.

"You could also just..." Your wet hand came out of the water and grabbed onto his, teasingly pulling him into the water. He pulled away and tutted at you, sitting down next to the tub. "You know I need to go into the pharmacy soon." His voice was stern yet calm, looking at you with those gentle eyes. "I know." You frowned, sitting up in the tub more. You wanted to spend more time with him, desperately. But Baizhu was a busy man and you took the time when you got it.

"How about I sit here with you until I have to go?" He asked, dipping his hand in the water to massage your bare thigh. You felt yourself fold, his touches and gentle voice coupled with the warm water left you all mushy.

"That's fine... I'll take it." You sighed, resting your head on the tub and shutting your eyes. Baizhu looked at you, taking you in and how calm you looked.

"You know, Qiqi is getting pretty good at working in the pharmacy. Might have some more free time soon."

Dainsleif: You held his face in your hands, taking in his handsome face. He was having a hard time being vulnerable like this, though he had to admit that the weight of you on top of him was providing him with a lot of comfort.

Dainsleif had a lot of reservations about taking a bath with you, thoughts he didn't vocalize. But it seemed to be something you really wanted and well, he knew better than anyone that time with loved ones can be short. He also had to admit that being so intimate like this with, feeling your bare body pressed against him in the warm water was entirely soothing.

"Thank you, my love." He mumbled, large hands moving from your hips to wrap around you even tighter. The water sloshed at the movement, making a small mess but that didn't matter. You moved his blond hair from his eyes and forehead, smiling at him. "I'm glad you decided to join in." You remarked, letting go of his face to wrap around his neck.

You cupped some water into your hands and gently mussed up his hair. Dain bit back a smile, amused at how you were playing with his hair, forming curls with your fingers.

"I'd only let you get away with something like this."

A/N: Part 2 and 3 should be up in the next few days! Aside from that, my first time writing for Genshin characters, let me know what you think!!!

#genshin #genshin x reader #genshin reaction #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #baizhu #baizhu x reader #dainsleif #dainsleif x reader

[onepiece-fics]

Nami x reader; hammock cuddles

Summary: Nami and gender-neutral reader cuddling in a hammock. Thats the whole story.

Word count: 473 

Content warning: Just wholesome fluff, reader gets flustered, mention of food and slight mention of alcohol/getting drunk.

Thank you so much anon for requesting<33

As Nami’s partner, you were, quite understandably, very touchy with her. You were always holding her hand, hugging her, reaching up for a kiss, or cuddling into her in one way or another. You always found a way to be close to her, and Nami of course didn’t mind at all. In fact, she found it a great way to tease a certain cook or to make the other crew members awkward. 

You’re both laying in a hammock on deck, your head resting in the crook of her neck as she reads a magazine out loud for you. Her tangerine-coloured hair is tickling your face but you don’t mind, you just snuggle closer to avoid it. 

“Oooh, honey, look at this! There’s supposed to be a big event on the next island we’re visiting! Do you think we should go?” she asks excitedly. You look up to her and see her wide smile, the thought of a party making her face light up, eyes exploring the pages of the magazine. You hum as a response and she looks down at you, reaching down to kiss your forehead. 

“Do you think they’ll have free food there? I don’t wanna have to pay for everyone again…” she sighs. You giggle and reach up to kiss her jawline and cup her cheek with your right hand.

“Mmm I’m sure there will be a big buffet, it looks like a really big event, no?” you say. She hums in agreement and puts the magazine down to wrap her arms tightly around you, pulling you on top of her and giving you a quick peck on the lips. You both smile before you pull her back in for a proper kiss, her hands on your waist and yours cupping her blushing cheeks. 

Cough.

You break apart quickly, embarrassed to know that someone was right there without you noticing. Nami rolls her eyes before asking Usopp what he wants.

“Uh well, its just that we’re approaching the island you were talking about. Franky wanted to talk to you before heading towards it” he says, avoiding both yours and Nami’s eyes. He was quite clearly embarrassed too and Nami smirks at him.

“Tell Franky I’ll be there in a minute” she says and Usopp quickly turns on his heels, walking awkwardly towards wherever the cyborg was at the time. You both laugh at the man and Nami gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll be right back okay? You just wait right here” she says and gives you another peck on the lips and smiles. You nod and lie down, with a blush all over your face. You can’t wait until tonight, cuddling with Nami when you’re both tipsy after a party is the best, both sleepy and loopy. You sigh with a smile on your face.

“I can’t wait…”

#one piece #op #nami #nami x reader #nami fluff #nami reactions #one piece x reader #one piece reactions #one piece fanfic #one piece fanfiction #nami fanfic #nami fanfiction

[drachonia]

𝖑 𝖔 𝖛 𝖊 𝖘 𝖙 𝖔 𝖗 𝖞 .

Chevalier Michel Fluff notes: felt like writing this one just to get some Chev brainrot and general headcanons out of my head. nothing too serious or crazy here. excuse my (literal) french or lack thereof. it's been awhile since i've spoken or written any of the language, so i may be a little out of practice. feedback in messages is always appreciated. otherwise, i hope you forgive me for any mistakes. &lt;3. content warning(s): written with OCs in mind, established characters/OCs, wholesome, sleepy little tiger babies.

A yawn pierced the silence of the royal palace of Rhodolite, the brutal beast getting to his feet and glancing at the candle on the windowsill before lifting it up to his lips to blow it out with a hushed breath, quietly closing the door behind him as he left the office. The king was lead down the hallways by a soft humming melody. The beast followed the melody like a siren’s song down the halls, the faintest of smiles upon his face as he peered into their bedroom, taking note of his wife, his Belle, singing to the two young boys as she rested her head against the pillows, letting them curl up with her. Her eyes closed in a blissful sigh, only opening up to meet his own arctic blue depths in the most loving gaze. She beamed as he moved across the room with a quiet stride, crouching down to rid himself of his gloves and slip off his shoes, climbing into bed and looping his arm behind the pillows that rested against the back of his sons’ heads. Olivier tiredly rubbing at his eyes as he yawned and smiled up at his father, drifting off quickly. It reminded Chevalier much of a certain brother of his, gently brushing the wavy pale blonde locks back from his little brow as he snored quietly. “Chevalier…” his beloved whispered to him, gently nodding at the elder of the boys, eight year-old Arsène, reading their large storybook quietly in the bright moonlight that illuminated the bed from the window behind it. His tiny fingers gently leafing through its pages as he quietly brushed at the wetness of his tired little cobalt eyes. The very picture of his father, if quite small. Chevalier smiled lightly, the smallest quirk of his lips as his eyes narrowed at the little boy that had subconsciously snuggled into his father’s side as he’d joined them to venture into dreamland. He gently grasped the spine of the book, fingers pressed between the pages as he lifted the book out of his eldest’s arms, feeling Arsène’s reluctant grip as he resisted. “Mon petit, you managed to wake before me, it is time for you to rest.” Chevalier gave another gentle tug on the book, feeling the young prince’s grip slacken, but not relent. “I was just reading the part where…wh-where…” his eyelids drooped and fluttered in fatigue as he started to drift before his body jolted slightly. He pouted and frowned up at his father, only to be met with the same smile as always. “Arsène, c’est l’heure d’aller au lit.” Chevalier hummed, leaning over to kiss his forehead, moving to do the same to Olivier’s as younger brother slept curled into his mother’s side. Arsène whimpering and letting go of the book to his father’s grip. Chevalier reached to the bedside table, plucking up one of the boys’ bookmarks and placing it between the hardcover pages. His hand gently setting the collection down and turning back to give the final goodnight kiss to his wife before resting his own head against the pillows. “Papa…?” The beast’s eyes flickered in the moonlight down to Arsène’s matching ones, full of childlike admiration, “I love you.” Some say that the rarest expression on the brutal beast was a faint smile, reserved only for his darling queen. But that wasn’t entirely true, for he had just as bright of a smile when he was reminded just how truly loved he was.

“I love you too, mon petit.” He murmured, drawing his family close as the four of them held each other tight.

lace headers by saradika.

#ikemen prince #ikepri fanfic #drac writes #ikepri fluff #ikepri chevalier #chevalier michel #ikepri oc #family fic

[mishwanders]

Hello there!! I’m a newcomer to your page, and I must say…BRO-

YOUR STORIES ARE MORE THAN WHOLESOME AND BEAUTIFUL I CANT STOP GUSHING SCREAMING FANGIRLING I CANT THIS IS JUST TOO MUCH FOR ME TO HANDLEEEE😭😭💘💘

Since your requests are open, may I please request a story where the reader is a girl, and the chain had returned from a tough battle, at night, then reader would prepare a hot tub for her hero and then tend to his wounds then massage him as a way of spoiling him after a tough week of fighting, clanging, swinging and defeating evil forces, then they both end the little spoiling session by cuddling and sleeping in after a long day?

Thank you so much!! Never stop writing TLOZ/LU stories, that’s my life support plug. 💘💖💞

EEEEE THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO HEAR YOU HAVE NO IDEA! Also, since you didn’t specify which Link you wanted we’re just using their Hylia-given name and not the alias.

Characters: Link x F!Reader

A/N+Warnings: N/A, safe for everyone. Written by Mishwanders - pls do not repost.

You had spent your time inside the inn, waiting for the scouting group to hurry back, hopefully with some good news. But your hope slowly dimmed along with the setting sun, growing rather worried when they did return battered, beaten, and in desperate need of some assistance.

You rushed to Link’s side, seeing just how badly he’d taken the brunt end of it all. They others had insisted on falling back, but he refused, knowing that if the monsters had drawn closer to the village at night, everyone would have been in danger. He couldn’t risk it, not while you were here, his charge and his keeper.

You had reassured the others that you would look after him the rest of the night, the others offering you what potions they still had in hopes to help cure his wounds. Thankfully it did enough to keep him standing and able to walk, but he still have quite a few that needed tending to. So, you wrapped your arm around his waist, keeping him close to your side as you helped him up the stairs and into the bathroom where you quickly prepared a hot bath for him. You turned away from him to give him some privacy to change and get into the tub before making your way behind him, combing out all the dirty and blood from his scrimmage with the foul beasts, taking the time to wash his hair and gently massage his scalp, which he was very thankful for, leaning into your tender touch.

Once you were done with that, your turned away from him again to allow him to have more privacy to clean up, sitting with your back against the tub, listening to the soft sloshing of water as he bathed, keeping up a small conversation him to keep his mind from wandering too far over the details of his battle. When he was done and mostly modest you then turned to him, noticing with wounds were still open. Thankfully none of them were too deep, nothing that needed stitches any way, but you still bandaged them up with a gentle and tender touch to not cause him any more discomfort that he might have already been in. As you did so, you found him resting against your shoulder, sighing in relief as his eyes began to slowly flutter shut. You gently caressed his cheek that wasn’t resting on your shoulder, placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Sleepy, hero?” You asked, voice sweet and soft.

“Exhausted.” He replied, every ounce of that word evident in his tone of voice.

“Then let’s get you to bed.”

You moved him from one room to the next, settling him on the bed before returning to grab his gruesome things. You placed them on the floor do the room, making a mental note of helping him with cleaning those later. Right now, he needed you, and you could see the evidence of that in his gaze.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” He asked quietly

“Don’t want to be alone?” You asked in return.

He nodded. Whatever must have happened out there, whatever he’d seen had shaken him in a way you hadn’t seen before. You knew he needed you, you knew he needed comfort.

You drew closer to him, sliding under the covers in the bed, gingerly pulling him closer to you as you wrapped your arms around his body, his own wrapping around your waist, both of your legs somehow finding themselves entangled in the other. Link gently rested his head against your chest, his breathing growing heavier as the sleep slowly started to take him. That effort was only expedited by the fact that you were slowly running your fingers through his semi-wet hair and because he could hear the constant rhythm of your heart beating, a subtle reminder that you were there with him.

He felt you gently kiss his forehead once more as you tightened your arms around him ever so slightly. “Get some sleep, my hero. I’ll be here with you all night. I promise.”

And as if it were magic, he was out like a blown out candle, his body resting heavily in your arms. It was comforting listening to him breath, feeling him in your arms and against your body, knowing that he was safe from harm once again.

Truly that was all you could ask for with your quiet prayers to Hylia. His safe return home was the only thing you’d ever ask her for. Even if you didn’t know it or recognized it, Hylia herself felt a kindred spirit with you, seeing how much you loved and cherished her hero, just as much as she did. How could she not grant you that request? For that’s all that she wished for him too. That he would be safe, loved, and cherished for all that he was. You were thankful for it every time.

You were thankful that you got to hold him in your loving, caring arms.

Exactly where he deserved to be.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe #linked universe fanfic #linked universe fic #link x reader #link x you #link x y/n #legend of zelda fic #sfe #writing: link

[nerdyvocals]

On Fear and Motorbikes

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/F

Fandom: Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies (TV)

Relationship: Lydia/Cynthia Zdunowski

Characters: Lydia (Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies), Cynthia Zdunowski, Nancy Nakagawa, The Pink Ladies (mentioned), Richie Valdovinos, Edward "Shy Guy" (Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies), Gil Rizzo, Lydia's Parents

Additional Tags: Kissing, Lesbians, Period-Typical Homophobia, mostly internalized, Internalized Homophobia, but it's not explicit, more of a feeling looming over them, Wholesome Romance, teenagers in love, Nancy is a good ally, Shy Guy is a good friend, NB Cynthia if you squint, Motorcycles, Overcoming fears, This was supposed to just be about the motorcycle, but then it got a little deeper, Minor Angst, Cynthia is a gentleman, Singin' in the rain references

Language: English 

Series: ← Previous Work Part 3 of On Romance

Published: 2023-06-09, Words:8,783, Chapters:1/1

Summary:

Lydia would take shadows and she would happily turn them into a sanctuary, as long as it meant Cynthia would never stop looking at her like that.

Notes:

This was supposed to be like 2.5k words tops, and it turned into an 8,783 word, 23 page behemoth. It was also supposed to be just a silly little thing about Lydia being afraid of Cynthia's motorcycle, and then it got a little deeper than that. I blame the finale, it made me feel things about lesbians in the 50s.

Anyway, enjoy!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

There were quite a few perks to being the director’s favorite student. Especially if your director was Mr. Vaughn. You were almost always guaranteed a lead role, for one, though there were certain exceptions to that rule (one that Lydia was decidedly less bitter about now, considering the outcome). You’d typically get first wind of summer stock jobs directly from his resources. A good recommendation, too. And, if he really liked you, you’d be allowed access to the theatre outside of school hours and be given a key. You could stay as late as you wanted or come in as early as you wished for extra rehearsal practice, provided that you locked up when you were done.

These days, however, Lydia had been using the space to make out with her girlfriend before school.

She peeked around the curtain from her place tucked in the wings, peering across the stage and through the rest of the theatre, to make sure no one else was there. She started slightly when she heard a door click open behind her but relaxed at the familiar footsteps that followed. She heard a bag hit the ground seconds before two hands settled on her hips and warm breath ghosted over her collarbone.

“Morning, sunshine.” Cynthia’s voice was groggy (she was decidedly not a morning person), but the kisses she pressed to the side of her neck were anything but. Lydia sighed contentedly, leaning her head to the side to allow the girl better access, trusting her to not leave a mark. A moment later, she turned in Cynthia’s arms, catching her by the jaw and mumbling her own greeting against her lips.

“Are you still coming over tonight?” Lydia asked when they pulled apart, “My parents will be out late.” She threaded her fingers through the shorter girl's hair and tried to pull her in for another deep kiss.

“Speaking of that,” Cynthia said, giving her a quick peck instead and stepping back a bit, “I have a surprise for you,”

“Oh?”

Continue reading on AO3!

#this took so long to write #cynthia x lydia #grease rise of the pink ladies #rise of the pink ladies #rotpl #lydia rotpl #cynthia zdunowski #nancy nakagawa #richie valdovinos #shy guy rotpl #gil rizzo #potato rotpl

[wxnheart]

С аристократом. Но все остальное - на ваше усмотрение. Не сдерживайте себя ни в чем✨💖

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐱 𝐅!𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

You weren't expecting this, to be romantically involved with a Primarch, especially one of the Imperium's most beloved. But you were. You are. Hm.

And contrary to popular belief, your relationship with Sanguinius started off rather awkwardly; from his or your perspective, you couldn't say but it was awkward nonetheless.

Sanguinius confessed in rather stilted terms his affection for you and you were... quite taken aback, actually. A Primarch desiring a baseline human?! Took a minute to get there but you two were on the same page afterward. Sanguinius admittedly still had his reservations due in part to his precognition.

Your relationship wasn't illicit but it was clandestine. Emphasis on was. Sanguinius knows all too well the political intrigue that could result from such a union and he would rather the Imperium not impede on your budding relationship with him. As such, he's pretty protective over you.

To your credit, you tried to keep it as secretive as possible. Until it wasn't. Until your family found out and the rest of the nobility did afterward.

And true to Sanguinius' word, interest in you two drummed up dramatically. Being of highborn status, you can admit there are some advantages to having such a connection but the fact that just about EVERYONE looks at you as if you've suddenly grown a second head now is... isolating, to say the least.

Only a few of Sanguinius' sons knew of your existence. Once the entire legion knows, they're... curious about you at best.

You also realize that they're just as protective of you as Sanguinius is. Interesting. He wouldn't divulge why, however...

Your family would practically LORD it over everyone else how their magnificent daughter managed to win the heart of one of the Emperor's sons. Might even leverage that for some more political power.

Sanguinius would be irritated even though he expected this to happen but at least it's out in the open and he can love you freely.

Your relationship, despite the awkwardness, initial stumbling, and surrounding political intrigue, is actually pretty wholesome in many regards. Sanguinius is pretty open unless it has to deal with his foresight. That he will never speak of for reasons that remain unclear to you.

You met Horus first. You realize Sanguinius' words do him no justice. The man is as charismatic as they come.

#sanguinius #sanguinius x reader #warhammer 40k #wh40crack. #primarch #primarch x reader #cutie 𝓠. #f!reader

[whitneysgang2019]

I Miss You

Ichiban Kasuga x Fem Reader SMUT

I've recently played Yakuza 7 with my boyfriend and I've come to absolutely love Ichi. But was very disappointed to see very few x reader fics so I figured why not write one of my own, with some spice of course, seeing as many other people feel the same way. This is WAY longer than I anticipated and probably should be in two parts, but im lazy so it's just gonna be a long one so settle in. This is my first time writing on Tumblr so if my format isn't the best I apologize. Minors this isn't for you, please walk away. Enjoy

* Utsukushii: Beautiful (cause you all beautiful babes)

WARNING: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Contains Smut Mega angst, sad boi hour, depression, mentions of death, slight intoxication, angst to fluff, estranged friends to lovers, spicy, slow burn, age gap, major consent vibes, porn with plot, clothed foreplay (f receiving), wholesome sex (p in v), praise kink, creampie, and cuddles

SPOILERS: Chapters 1-13

You settled into the plush cushion of your futon as you flipped to where you last left off of your book. You had finished a brutal eight-day stretch at the convince store you worked at and were looking forward to a couple of days off. You were hoping to get a couple of chapters into your book that was put on hold and just relax, the kettle heating up for a cup of tea, and some soft music for ambiance. You were able to get about six pages in before the sheer whistle of the kettle rang throughout your tiny apartment. You set the book down and made your way to the stove, removing the kettle and pouring the boiling water into the cup before turning the stove off. You grabbed the cup by the handle and went to sit back down, picking up the book once more and letting the now-brewing tea cool. About an hour went by and you were taking in the long-awaited relaxation you'd been craving, only to hear a notification from your phone. Taking a deep, frustrated breath you set the cup down and swiftly grabbed your phone off the coffee table. Your heart sunk a little when you saw his name pop up,

"Ichi"

It'd been a little while since the two of you had talked. Not that it was completely by choice, if you had the option to go out and have adventures with the group you'd be more than willing to. But you had an apartment to keep up with, bills to pay, and a job that required a good portion of your time, and Ichi knew that. He respected that you were trying to make it as best you could on your own and that you were trying to be independent. Frankly, that's a decent portion of why you're so fond of him because he's not one to overstep boundaries. However, you wished that were the full reason for not being as present with the group as you'd like to be. The real reason was quite sad and petty in your eyes as you reflected on it, it wasn't just about work or having to pay bills, it was more than that. The truth was, it was how big the group had gotten, and one particular member that had stood out to you.

Eri.

It wasn't that you disliked the woman, she was sweet, helpful, and genuine with everything and everyone.

But that was exactly what bothered you.

You felt as if you could never compete with her, whether it was with the street fights you got into with the group, spending some downtime with everyone, or whenever it came to Ichi's attention. She seemed to be so taken with him, and him with her, and the fact the two of them ran a business together only added salt to the wound. You didn't want to admit it, but you had grown so jealous of Eri. So much so that you distanced yourself and sorta stopped communicating with everyone. Ichi, always being inclusive, would text you regularly asking you to come to Survive and take some time to catch up. There were a few times here and there when you went and met Zhao and Joon-Gi Han, but other than that you always told him it was never a good time or that you just wanted to get some rest, which wasn't a lie, but not the whole truth either. Tonight would be no different, although you were a bit surprised at the urgency behind the text,

"Hey Y/N, can you come down to Survive tonight, we really need to talk." You sighed trying to think of a response, you really didn't want to go out tonight, but you wanted to be there for him too. Thinking of an alternative to what he offered you began typing,

"Hey Ichi, um as far as going out, tonight's not a good night. But you're more than welcome to drop by my place and chat if you like." You put the phone down and picked up your book again as you waited for a response. Almost immediately he responded,

"Are you sure you can't come to Survive, I feel it'd be best if the whole group were there for what I have to say."

"Tonight's not a good night to go out for me Ichi. If it was I would, you know that. The doors open if you still want to come by" you replied leaving it open-ended. You didn't want to have to stress about trying to look presentable to the group as terrible as it sounded. You loved them all but tonight you didn't have it in you to see them. You were tired, irritated, and just wanted to relax. Not to mention you were in no mood to see Ichi and Eri getting friendly with one another. If it was as important as Ichi said it was, then he'd stop by.

There was no response from him so you assumed he wasn't going to bother stopping in, which hurt, a lot. You turned the lights and music off, closed your book, and just sat in the dark. Tears well up in your eyes as you resist the urge to let them fall. You shouldn't be crying is what you kept telling yourself, you chose not to go, but you couldn't stop the tears from falling. You felt your heart sink deeper into your chest as you thought about the situation more and more, all you wanted was to be able to go and see the group without feeling overcrowded, to see Eri without growing resentment, to see Ichi without sadness in your eyes. You wanted it to be like old times when you first met Ichi. Adachi introduced the two of you not long after Ichi was released from prison, at first you thought he was a really weird, silly guy. But over time his quirks grew on you and you slowly began warming up to him, to the point where you were nearly inseparable. Granted he was a lot older than you, but that didn't matter to you, you were pals and loved him as a person. Until you fell for him, you didn't know how it happened, but it did and it did all at once. The way your heart skipped beats when you two were together, how your cheeks heated up when you two looked at one another, it made you go crazy but in a good way. Which is why it killed you when he and Eri began spending so much time together, but you didn't want to ruin your friendship with him either, you were between a rock and a hard place.

You wiped your tears and planned on heading to bed when there was a harsh knock at the door, causing you to jump.

He actually came.

You took a few deep breaths,

"I'll be right there," you squeaked as you tried to get yourself put together. You approached the door and opened up to see a disheveled Ichi. He was panting, his burgundy suit wrinkled, and the slightest smell of whiskey on his breath.

"May I come in," he asked in between breaths. You moved out of the way and motioned him to come in. He moved past you swiftly and made his way to the futon. You closed the door behind you and took a deep breath as you turned to him. His arms lay at his sides and his head hung over the top of the futon with his eyes closed, looking like he hadn't been this relaxed in days

"Can I make you a cup of tea," you asked not looking him in the eyes. He nodded and you rushed to the kitchen and put the kettle on. You waited until the kettle had reached the point of whistling and poured the water into the cup. Pulling out a green tea bag you plopped it in and made your way back to the living room. Ichi's eyes never left you as you set the cup on the table and sat on the floor across from him. A bit of silence passed before Ichi spoke,

"It's been a while," he said scratching the back of his head awkwardly before picking up his cup and taking a sip. You nodded awkwardly back to him,

"Yeah, been really busy at the shop." You looked down and fiddled with your fingers as he continued to try to make conversation.

"The gang misses you," he said looking at you with a sad expression settling in his eyes. You look up at him to exchange the same response. You missed them too, but you knew it would only cause more pain to see them. You nodded once more not responding this time and went back to fiddling with your hands.

"I miss you," he said looking down at his cup and looking more upset than before. This made your heart ache. You looked at him and put your hand on his, causing him to flinch,

"I've missed you too Ichi, more than you know, it's just been a rough go around lately." He knew what you meant when you said that. He knew the struggles you went through, and how you just wanted to make it on your own. You moved back into your previous sitting position and proceeded to ask,

"What's going on Ichi, your text sounded urgent." He looked up at you and you saw tears beginning to swell in his eyes. What he said next made your heart drop into your stomach,

"Arakawa's dead." His tears began to fall down his cheeks as he put his cup down and buried his face in his arm. Sobs filled to room as he continued,

"My boss, the man who took me in as one of his own, treated me like a son, gone just like that. Shot and thrown into the ocean like trash. We were gonna catch up on all these years we missed Y/N, we had all the time in the world. And now, now he's gone!" You shot up and sat next to him, embracing him as he cried out in pain. You ran your hand through his poofy hair as he rested his face into the crevasse of your neck. Your heart began to race and the heat in your cheeks rose in response, but you managed to hide it.

"I'm so sorry Ichi, I had no idea. If I'd had known sooner I would've come to see you all," you said quietly to him resting your face on his head. There were no words to explain how guilty you felt about the situation. Ichi had mentioned Arakawa a few times in the past and how he was really like a father to him throughout a portion of his life. If you had known it was that important you would've put your pride aside and gone down to Survive to see him.

"I'm so sorry Ichi," was all you could manage to say as you lightly kissed his head and a few tears dripped from your eyes from the immense guilt and grief for him. The both of you sat together and cried for a bit before he picked himself up to look at you. His face was all red and puffy and tears kept falling from his eyes as if they were an overflowing faucet. He took his thumb and wiped away the few tears from your face, looking deep into your eyes. He pulled you into his chest and you wrapped your arms around him,

"I hate seeing you cry," he whispered to you. You gripped his coat as if it were the only thing keeping you alive. He was so kind and caring, even at his lowest, most painful moment, he still took note of your pain. You pulled away to look at him once more, placing your hands on both sides of his face, wiping his tears away as he did yours, your heart beating out of your chest as your eyes met with his grey ones,

"Ichiban," you said giving him a half smile. He brought his hands to yours and began to lean in to close the gap between you. This made you panic and pull back,

"What's wrong," he asked worryingly. You looked away as the sadness flooded in.

"What would Eri say," was the only thing you could ask him at that moment. His face contorted into exaggerated confusion,

"Y/N what are you talking about, why would Eri have anything to do with this?" You froze. Eyes widen and you were almost as confused as he was. He looked at you with the realization of what you thought his and Eri's relationship was,

"Did you think Eri and I were together?" You nodded in embarrassment, your face as red as a tomato. He giggled to himself as he shifted closer to you, pulling you into a hug. You were so confused not sure how to react or respond,

"It was never anything more than us being business partners and friends. I explained to her that we needed to keep our relationship professional and that I had feelings for another woman," he explained to you as he nuzzled his head into your shoulder. Your heart stopped when you heard that last bit. You knew what he meant, and part of you was screaming with joy, while the other was terrified.

"Ichi, when you say there's another woman, do you mean me," you spat out. He pulled away from your shoulder and looked you in the eyes,

"Yes, Y/N, it's always been you," he said swiftly grabbing your cheeks and kissing you. Your eyes widen in surprise but you soon melted into him. Your hands roamed up and around his broad shoulder and pulled him in. His lips were soft with the contrast of his stubble and his hands slowly moving down to your hips. It started soft and passionate, you could tell he wanted to do this for a long time by the way his body reacted, he savored you and your touch. The kiss began to get more heated when he licked at your lips, asking for permission to explore. You obliged and parted your lips, letting him in. Your tongues danced as his hands harshly gripped at your hips, enough so that they would leave hints of bruises. You both pulled away for air, panting in want and need for him to touch you more,

"Ichi,"

"Yeah?"

"I need...more," you said looking down.

"Are you sure that's what you want? I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you into anything you don't want to do," he said taking a hand to your chin and gently bringing you up to face him. He looked at you with his goofy smirk, showing that he wanted you to be comfortable. He was asking not only out of respect for you, but because of the age difference as well. He didn't want to make it feel like it was anything but two consenting adults partaking in adult activities. You smiled,

"Ichi, I'm happy you care so much to make sure I'm comfortable. But yes, I'm sure this is what I want. I want you, Ichiban Kasuga."

With that, he kissed you again. It was heated and full of passion as before, but also needy and rough at times. Soon he began roaming down and kissing your neck softly, before leaving dark love bites behind. Your gasps and stifled moans ran throughout the small apartment he left bites all the way down to your collarbone. He anxiously began to run his hands up your shirt, feeling the soft flushed skin under it. You fell back on the futon and brought him down with you so he was positioned on top. Your heart never beat as fast as it did in the current moment you were in. His hand roamed your torso as he kissed you again gently,

"Is this ok?" he asked breaking away from your lips. You nodded in response, guiding him to the hem of your shirt and assisting him in getting it off. Your upper half was left bare for him to see, being as you didn't put a bra on earlier thinking you were going to be alone for the night. A shift came upon the man above you, his gaze dark and lustful as his eyes burned into your body. Your heart skipped a beat as he lowered his head down and brushed his lips lightly against your exposed chest. Your nipples harden at the thought of what he was going to do and the arousal between your kegs grew by the second as he latched his lips onto you. A loud moan escaped from you as his tongue swirled around your bud, and his hand played with the other. His free hand began to slowly make its way down your thigh, looking up at you for permission,

"Please Ichi, touch me," you said throwing your head back into the cushion as he gently rubbed your now soaking womanhood. You wished you could feel his fingers against your heated skin, but you weren't complaining either, it felt good. Not holding back anymore, your moans rang out as his fingers moved swiftly against your pussy. He was careful not to hurt you, making sure each movement earned him complete pleasure from you. Your torso was painted in scattered love bites and you felt yourself coming undone beneath him. But he pulled away before you finished, giving him a disappointed groan. He chuckled as he stood up and began to take his suit off,

"Patience Y/N," he said seductively as he slowly removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. A deep shade of red appeared across your face when he removed his shirt, revealing his toned figure. Your eyes wandered down to see his fully hardened cock through his pants. Your eyes widened as you stared, not expecting him to be as big as he was,

"Like what you see," he teased as he removed his belt. You turned away in embarrassment at his remark, your hands covering your face. When he finished striping he walked back over to you removing your hands from your flushed face,

"Don't hide from me beautiful," he whispered as he kissed your forehead. You stood up and removed your pants and underwear, now completely naked in front of him. Doubt quickly flooded in and you tried to cover yourself, only to be gently stopped by Ichi,

"It's ok Y/N, you have nothing to be ashamed of," he said, releasing your hands, laying you back on the futon, and climbing on top of you. His hand on either of your shoulders as he poisoned himself at your entrance,

"Are you ready utsukushii?"

"I am."

He pushed past your slick folds and sunk into you effortlessly. You moaned out in pure bliss while he grunted in response. His pace was slow and sensual, making sure to savor each sound, move, and look you made from his actions. Moans, gasps, and grunts as well as the sound of skin on skin filled the small space. One of your hands ran through his poofy umber locks while the other gripped at his back, nails digging at his tattoo.

"Ichiban, fuck," you whimpered as his pace quickened.

"Y/N, God you're so fucking beautiful. So perfect, fuck," he groaned as he left small kisses on your neck. He continued praising you,

"Every part of you is so beautiful. The way your body molds into me, the look in your eyes, the way you hold me, it's perfect, you're perfect."

"Kasuga," you plea out to him. That sparked something in him, something you hadn't seen all throughout the night until right then and there.

"Say that again utsukushii."

"Kasuga"

"Louder darling," his pace was becoming sporadic, but never rough, and his cock was harder than before. You could tell his orgasm was quickly approaching, as was yours.

"Kasuga!" Your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, you clenched around him as tight as you could and shook from the overwhelming amount of pleasure.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," he gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes shut as he unloaded his cum inside you, moaning a few sighs of satisfaction. He pulled out of you, a trail following him as he plopped beside you. You both laid there as you both caught your breath before he got up and fetched a few washcloths and helped clean yourself up. It was a good thing you were on birth control or you would've had a major problem on your hands. But thankfully that wasn't the case. Exhausted you both wrapped yourselves in a fleece blanket and cuddled up to one another. Ichi looked at you while he played with your hair with his sweet goofy smile that made your heart melt. You placed your hand on his cheek,

"I love you Ichiban Kasuga," you said as you dozed off.

"I love you too utsukushii."

#ichiban kasuga x reader #ichiban kasuga #kasuga ichiban #yakuza 7 #ryu ga gotoku #like a dragon

[sillyromance]

Hi hi!^^ I was wondering if I could have your thoughts on a chunky Pred! Megs. Love your writing 🫶

Good day, dear anonymous!

I'm so happy that you like my works! Thank you very much!

I've been thinking about your ask for a while... It's a bit intriguing 'cause when I wonder about bots like they really are in cartoons and movies, I always consider only g/t vore which wouldn't affect them much. Honestly, any serious deformation of their bodies would give me a scare. However, I have some thoughts about chunky human! Megatron. If you're interested in them, here they're!

P.S: I hope you'll like it. Of course, it's a little bit different thing from what you expected, but I'm not sure that I can do my best being out of the comfort zone... And I apologize for the delay.

Human! Megatron:

I think a human Megatron would be robust and big-boned; his torso would appear stout and thick, although not too plump - leader of the decepticons needs to care about his strength and mobility. He is not as large as his robotic form (though I can still call him a giant), so a human he swallows will make a visible lump on his stomach, soft and perfectly round. It is incredibly nice for him to feel how a good prey stretches his insides and slowly passes his collar, then fulfills his awaiting, hungry belly almost to the max. Megatron is shown quite differently in media, so there are endless opportunities for various scenarios with such pred. Personally, I prefer soft/ safe plots with him where vore is used as a therapy for an aching soul, a way to defend someone or just for pleasure of being close with a friend. I love Earthspark Megs; his character has a well-balanced combination of strength, severeness and true kindness which I absolutely adore. I imagine he wouldn't mind an entertaining prelude or a play before the "supper" if his companion is in good mood; meanwhile, he would be supportively quick and understanding when his darling turns out to be upset or worried. Megatron is very gentle with someone he gulps down; when you reach your destination, he will caress his growling and bubbling middle, being in pure bliss, but also wishing you to be as happy as he is. He will address you some short, but heart-touching phrases and pat his stomach slightly to reassure and make clear that he is with you and he loves, appreciates you.

Also, I suppose sometimes here would come a wholesome, painless digestion with following reformation. It could be a way of comfort for both included; moreover that Megs has had his own dark pages in the life which remind about themselves from time to time. If his partner is OK with the idea, he will ask them for a favour when things get too tough - and lovingly send them down his throat to the stomach which already expects its guest to stay much longer. At this particular days Megatron would be extremely cautious because he knows that, although nothing bad is gonna happen, his friend can get nervous and start panicking - the decepticon is ready to spit them out immediately if they suddenly feel frightened. In case of everything was fine, Megatron would lay down and keep both hands on his voluminous growling middle, fondling its tight surface, feeling how his dear prey peacefully breaks down under the skin and gives him satisfying, overwhelming warmth, while the small one themselves would take a good nap, insensibly melting away and resting from the world. After every session Megs' waist would get a little softer and wider than usual which would become a constant reason for jokes from both sides; regardless, Megs would never forget to sincerely thank his small teammate for the great meal.

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[count-von-kit]

I'm never really sure how to sell myself, or rather garner interest to a fandom that has yet to really be established. But it's a small and wholesome group that I adore regardless. And I hope one day it will grow, because these goons have been the serotonin ride that's gotten me out of many tough spots time and time again. I'm finally in the position to slowly migrate my stuff from KoFi onto Ao3, and the reason I'm doing so is because KoFi outside of just being tipped doesn't really assist much for writers. I've lost many one-shot series because their blogging system does not allow to track posts by calendar dates like other spaces. But that's a personal rant for another time. That said, while I migrate my works to another site I still struggle to garner interest for some things I worked hard to write, even with having created a fandom tag for my very own family. And I know some things take time, but on the same token it still feels discouraging to a lesser degree. Namely because I'm not really sure just how to get people interested? If you're looking for wholesome and queer to read, I would be happy to present the following:

"Happy Birthday, Rose!" is a piece dedicated to Camp Boolieve's very own plant-loving gremlin. It's short, and to the point. More or less a birthday present I wrote for Rose's player. Some minor revisions were done to this when migrating it from my KoFi page, seeing as this was written before the series concluded. Now it holds a bit more accuracy. I would recommend this one specifically if you've listened to our playthrough, as there is a reference to a very specific episode.

"Hoodie" is a canonical piece written for the sake of gay fluff. It was written either right as Camp Boolieve was ending or immediately after? Or like right before our last episode? I can't quite remember exactly, but I wanted to write an important bit of how Abel likes to take Willy's hoodies. I did have to edit some things as I was nowhere near where I was when this got written. And while it's not perfect, it's still cute enough to sate those looking for fluff. Because we do love fluff.

A more spicy tale. "Merry Christmas, I Could Care Less [Unless]" is the Christmas piece I was posting about back in November/December. My group finally helped me deliver this live back in January. They also convinced me to put it up on Ao3. So with that, I added in some spicier bits that we could not deliver on Twitch. :) This canonical piece does have some trigger warnings to it, but I'm really happy with it. It was not fun to format when transferring it over there, but it's still something I'm proud of. And it's only part one! The rest of the tale will not be delivered until later this year. I had to split it into two parts as there was no way we'd be able to read the whole thing otherwise.

So if you're looking for a longer piece with a little bit of spice, then I would gladly suggest this one. Also if you're able to count all the FOB references in this one, then I will virtually give you a cookie. If you want a slightly less spicier version, you can listen to the stream on our VOD channel below [I am sorry in advance for the audio quality...]. But I am uh... trying to cater to getting those hits on my Ao3 stuff...

And heck. If you like the series that much and want to check out where it all began, then boy howdy do I have a Playlist for you!

Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read through this. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated. I'm always so nervous to share my stuff with people outside of my comfort zone, but at the same time I'm also very eager to share it and always hope folks like what they read. So if you do take the time to read through pieces I've invested so much of myself into, I want you to know that I super appreciate you and the time you've given me. Thank you, and I love you.

-Alexander

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[the-paper-monkey]

Is there a reason why you dislike Red, White and Royal Blue?

Honestly, I read it and enjoyed most of it, but the ending I hated. But that's just me, I like fluff, but that ending was something else...

What is your gripe with the book?

RWRB fans keep scrolling. I'll try to keep it nice (post-writing edit: this was not kept nice) but I really disliked this book. I am also NOT AN AMERICAN and I think that makes the biggest impact on enjoyment of this book. If it were a romcom between a random American boy and British boy then I could critique it on its writing merit alone, but the choice of the author to engage with politics in such a brainless manner is really symptomatic of the cancer that is modern American liberalism.

Disclaimer: I did not finish this book. It's one of the only books I've ever DNF'd. I paid real monnies to buy the ebook. This waste of $15 is probably why I'm so bitter.

With RWRB it really comes down to four Ps:

Premise, pacing, prose

This is perhaps on me, but when you look at the blurb: "photos of a confrontation with his longtime nemesis Prince Henry at a royal wedding leak to the tabloids and threaten American/British relations. The plan for damage control: staging a fake friendship between the First Son and the Prince."

See now, to me, that premise reads as—fake friendship, enemies/rivals to lovers, where they slowly come to understand what they like about each other. From a narrative pacing perspective, I would expect to see this click for our protagonists at the midpoint or perhaps the climax. Certainly not them having a conversation and resolving all their differences within the first 10% of the book (hospital broom cupboard). It's been a couple years since I (attempted to) read this book, so correct me if I'm wrong, but I strongly feel that they went from hating each other—with no substance to that hate beyond a petty misunderstanding—to resolving their differences, to kissing and fucking, within the first 20% of the book. What is this pacing??

After that I realised that this book should've been pitched with a forbidden love/Romeo & Juliet premise, because clearly that was what the author was going for. I don't necessarily have an issue with that. It's just disappointing to me because it was misleading and I wasted my money on a book that's actual premise doesn't interest me in the slightest. I read romance primarily for the internal conflict within the relationship, not the external conflict, though having both is fab (e.g. Captive Prince).

I'm not quite sure anything happens in this book. The protagonists are 'enemies' for maybe 10 pages and then fuck for the rest of it?? I skipped pages and pages and pages of 'banter' between Alex and those girls, and politics that read like it'd been penned by a 12 year old, and somehow managed to miss nothing. I've never read a book where I could skip so many pages with it having so little material impact on my understanding of the narrative.

I also found the prose and dialogue very... 'aliens guess at the way humans speak based on a diet of nothing but mediocre social media themed fanfiction'. And I say this as a fic writer myself. There's a bunch of female characters that serve no purpose other that to cheerlead the main couple and be wholesome, flawless, quippy and supportive, because that's feminism, baby. I can't speak at length about the characters because I dropped the book pretty early on.

2. POLITICS

RWRB is very much a product of its time and its author's nationality. That it was written and published during the Trump administration is no surprise. I think, just as Cinderella (2021) will be a perfect specimen for future study of the hot mess that is 2020s liberal feminism, RWRB will serve the same for 'left-wing' democrat politics for the 2016-xx political landscape. It's an AU where a while, blonde female presidential candidate wins the election and leaked emails have no effect on the outcome of said election. Jee, I sure wonder who she's meant to be 🙄

I understand that this book was intended as a light-hearted romcom, a silly romance for readers to turn off their brains and enjoy the wholesomeness. But clearly I am not the target audience as I am incapable of turning off my brain under any circumstance, especially not when reading a book. I am also not a romance reader, nor much of a genre fiction reader. Again, not the target audience. I also do not think you get to introduce politics as one of the most prominent themes and then not have your book critiqued on its handling of that subject matter.

I am far too much of a political cynic to read about this wholesome good working-class American political family that hold all the right views and have no flaws. I was disappointed but not surprised as soon as I realised this was really gonna go for the pro-democrat lens. I'm too foreign to view that party as anything more than middling centrists and outright antagonists on the global stage. Perhaps some people enjoy reading books that put them in a fantasy lala land where everything is good and just in the world, but I think this sort of passive idealism is exactly why the USA is a conservative hellscape in the first place.

A goodreads review that articulates my thoughts well: "This is the most idealized, grotesque, good-versus-evil look at politics I have EVER SEEN. In this book, the Democrats are a rainbow-wearing gloriously diverse coalition of kumbaya-singing angels, and everyone else is a villain we won’t talk about. Democrats are 100% motivated purely by the love of Doing The Right Thing, and they have never done anything wrong, ever, in their lives. The American people love them implicitly and will turn historically red states blue just to show them that. It’s not only sickening, it’s damaging. DO NOT IDEALIZE POLITICIANS."

And even moving away from politics to just address the wealth and privilege of these characters who fly back and forth over the pond on private jets to see each other... like, I don't have an issue with rich MCs (tbh Henry should be exactly my fave type), but I do have an issue with the desperate, self-aware attempts the author makes to keep things 'progressive'. Yeah, sure the characters lampshade their privilege. But these themes are not engaged with in any meaningful way, to the point where I wish they'd been excluded entirely. If you're going to write a book about the top 0.000001%'s issues, at least be unapologetic about it. If you keep mentioning privilege but do nothing about it then it feels hollow and insincere. I have nothing but contempt for philanthropy, so don't get me started on that.

Bonus: (not a P but) Anglophilia

As a foreigner from a culture closer to the UK than the US, the British fetishism vibes were pretty hilarious. I am certainly not gonna call it 'problematic' (I hate that word regardless). It's just cringe and excruciating to read. No one talks like that! No one. Not even the Prince of England.

Edit: this goodreads reviewer really gets it

#i don't like to talk politics on this blog but let it be known i think both major american political parties are conservative af #who decided to publish this president!hillary au sdfghjkl #i'm sorry i'm a hater #asks #anon #the sorry attempt at politics that this book makes is honestly sickening #anti rwrb

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[semper-legens]

72. Legends and Lattes, by Travis Baldree

Owned: No, library Page count: 306 My summary: Viv is an adventurer, an orc barbarian who has spent her life honing her craft of killing and raging. Now, she wants to settle down in a little town - and open a coffee shop. Never mind that most people she encounters have never heard of coffee. She’s got an advantage; a stone that purportedly grants good fortune. But she’s not the only one who wants such a useful trinket. While Viv is gathering her team of coffee shop workers, strange things are brewing in the distance. Can she keep the shop afloat, and protect her newfound friends? My rating: 5/5 My commentary:

Well, this was absolutely delightful! A coworker recommended this one to me, as she thought it'd be in my wheelhouse, and she was very much correct. I've now gone on to recommend it in turn to at least two of my friends. It's a wholesome little cosy fantasy - I love the idea of a fantasy story that isn't all drama and struggles and epic quests, something that's a bit more down-to-earth and mundane, about the regular lives of people who live in a Tolkein-esque world. Now I want to write some stuff in this genre! Anyway, this book is very, very cute, and I enjoyed it immensely.

Our heroine is Viv, an orcish adventurer who's decided to hang up her sword and start a coffee shop. This is difficult, mostly because the idea of a coffee shop is a very new one in this world - most people don't even know what coffee is. But Viv is trusting in the mystical stone she has obtained that allegedly will lead her to fortune and success. I love Viv. She's such a nice protagonist. Moral, even to the point where that might hurt her, but not to the point where it hurts others. Strong and vulnerable all in one package. And totally unsure of what she's doing. Her being lightly admonished by the others for not quite thinking this whole enterprise through is cute as hell, especially when people rally around her to make her dreams come true.

Speaking of people rallying around her, let's talk about the rest of the cast! They are all, also, delightful. The main one of that bunch is Tandri, a succubus who takes a job at Legends and Lattes about three hours after it's posted, and essentially becomes partners with Viv, helping her set up and run the shop. And also, they are so obviously in love with each other. Like that's not even a spoiler, they are just in love. Tandri's the sort of sensible one to Viv's hot mess, and they balance each other perfectly. I really like that Tandri isn't sexualised, either - there's a subplot where she's being stalked by a creepy guy, but that's not because she's Supernaturally Hot And He Can't Help It, because he backs off eventually. The other supporting cast are similarly great. We've got Cal, the grumpy hob carpenter who helps build the shop, and Thimble, a quiet ratkin who is a genius baker. It's cool that most of our supporting cast are non-human races! Really adds to the feel of them being misfits and outcasts drawn together by a common interest. Thimble is my favourite, I love me a shy little baker man rat.

This whole post has just been me gushing about this book, but in all fairness, all my thoughts about it are I LOVE IT. It's just nice! It's just nice. It's sweet, the characters are very charming, the world is cool, and I love the idea of a retired adventurer setting up a business and finding a family for herself. It's just sweet, is what it is. I'd definitely recommend it.

Next up, a teenage girl discovers that monsters are still lurking in her home...

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[nancypullen]

Five More Sleeps

Happy December 20th! The big guy is probably carb loading and napping in preparation for his gift dropping journey - and you can bet that Mrs. Claus is burning the midnight oil managing the elves, the reindeer, and everything else.  What can I say, women of my generation are bitter about a few things. BUT, I promise you that my soul is jolly as we slide through these last few days before Christmas.  These are the best days of the season. All of the decorating, baking, wrapping, and shipping is checked off the list.

 I’ve done my grocery shopping for the holiday meal and I’ll prep most of that on the 24th. All that’s left is just to enjoy the twinkle and joy of the season and we’re in the sweet spot for that right now. The mister is still doing obligatory photo shoots for Caroline County and quite often that requires him to go out for a couple of hours in the evening.  This girl dims the lights, plops herself right down on the sofa, and turns on a Hallmark movie that I know will end with a single dry kiss.  Watching something simple and wholesome while our Christmas tree glitters in the corner is good for my soul.  I have to admit though...last night I enjoyed a little murder with my twinkling lights.

Those gifts look excessive, but I promise they’re not. When you divide that pile by six people and factor in that everyone asked for very practical items, well, it’s not very exciting.  Thank goodness there’s a four year old in the mix. The bulk of those gifts are probably hers, none of which she asked for.  All she asked Santa for was a harmonica.  Can I tell you how happy I am that she’ll wake up in HER house to find that present?  Her parents won’t thank me.  They may have to institute a no harmonica in the car rule. Otherwise it could be a long ride over to Grancy’s house.  Just realized that I should have gifted everyone ear plugs for Christmas.   Since Santa is delivering her musical instrument, I painted a little box.  It’s just the  box that my reading glasses arrived in, but with a little paint and glitter it’s straight from Santa’s workshop.

Don’t judge me. There’s a very small window in a kid’s life where they enjoy this sort of thing and Grancy Claus  is all about it. That reminds me. When I was very little I loved Casper the Friendly Ghost and Wendy the Good Little Witch.  I found one of the old books on Ebay and purchased it several months ago.  The grandgirl loved it.  Asks for the Wendy stories every time she’s over.  So I hunted for another, which isn’t easy because they’re all 50 years old and aren’t the sort of classics people hang on to.  Lo and behold, I found one that is a collection of Casper and Wendy stories and it’s even in good shape! The cover shows some wear but the pages are clean and crisp.

We’ll get hours of fun out of this book! We crossed the bridge on Sunday to drop off a couple of things (and a certain, glittery box ) at the grandgirl’s house and to pick up a couple of things from the big city.  One of my stops was at Michael’s for clay.  I stocked up!  Between my coupon and a sale I was able to get quite a bit for my money.  I’ve started sorting and storing it in my sweet card catalog.

Pinks, blues, greens, reds, yellows - oh my!  Who doesn’t love having a rainbow in a drawer that they can look at any time they want?

I was up early this morning and made a pot of taco soup for Mickey, so he’s set for lunch.  I need to throw in one load of laundry but most everything else is done - bathrooms are clean,  things are tidy.  I’m going to turn on some Christmas tunes and play with that rainbow!  Like I said, these are the sweet, quiet days leading up to the big event. Take some time for yourself, refill your tank. You’ve earned it.   Sending out lots of love and restful vibes. Put your feet up, relax. The world will keep right on turning. Stay safe, stay well.

[kithtaehyung]

RYEN!! HELLO HOW ARE YOU? 🥺

I’m so sorry for the inactivity lately but I promise I’ve been here and catching up still! 🥺 I’ve recently just got out of a 3 year toxic relationship and your writings have been such a huge source of comfort for me 🥹❤️ I’ve always been able to relate some of the characters personality, thinking, or relationships so I feel more connected and emotional while reading them 🥺🫶🏼 ( may have read forfeit a billion times and cried on all of them.. kinda scared for myself once ch 10 comes out.. shivers )

It’s always nice to be able to just click on your page and being able to just reread them !! please know I mean every word I said when your writings are masterpieces and filled with love! I not only see you as an author but a friend! the way you interact with your readers is so wholesome it feels like a small community where we’re all respectful of each other and that just makes me so soft to see!! 🥹❤️❤️ I grown comfortable sharing things and I can tell other readers feel the same! speaking of readers, I hope all of them are doing well and staying healthy! 🫶🏼❤️

also.. HSJSJ I MIGHT BE ABLE TO SEE YOONGI IN LA !! AHH!! LETS JUST HOPE I GET THE TICKETS FIRST 🥲 AND JIMIN SOLO? JSOSKS I’m incredibly overwhelmed right now but honestly? I’m buckling up and ready for whatever the future brings me!

I hope you’ve been able to rest and enjoy yourself!! make sure to drink water!! ❤️❤️

WITH LOVE,

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WINE BABEEEE oh my goodness, i wanna hug you. very, very proud of you for recognizing that relationship was toxic and had the courage to leave. that takes incredible strength that no one really talks about, so i just wanted to say that i'm glad that you're out of it now❤️

i'm also happy you're able to just come over and either read these stories or just check out what's been happening! making things comfortable here is top priority despite all the filth in the library lmfao. but i digress: you've read forfeit that many times?? i seriously can't wait to get to it on my 3tan reread journey lsdkjf i feel like it's gonna hit different after reading everything before it rather than editing and rereading it to hell while working through it lolol and yeah. get ready for 3tan10 lol. it's not gonna be easy.

you are so incredible, you know that?? i'm sure all the readers here would also consider you a friend and someone cool to hang with! we're all about just having a good time as you know<3 i hope you're all staying safe and healthy, as well❤️

LETS GOOOOO IF UR IN LA WE CAN PROBABLY LINK UP! i plan on stopping by no matter what :D and staying for quite awhile, too. don't talk to me about face bc i'm already planning so many sets LMAO the behaviors are not as healthy as they should be!! but thank you for all the love and i will drink water :'))

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