#ALSO AM I SEEING SLOW DANCE.......... FRANK ...

[starrstained-a]

i will say this: he respects her job … he just doesn't like gross dudes around her 💀 and he's old-school he prefers phone calls or face-to-face interactions

you know what, that is very fair. the gross dudes aren't valid and shouldn't be respected. ( but he'd better answer her calls ). ;)

BINGO !

[icanseethefuture333]

PAC: Your most abundant career 🌳🍃💸

A fabulous collab with @intuitively-her 💳💅

“Fallin' from my money tree, and it grow throughout the months”

Pile 1:

Shufflemancy -

Looking For You by Kirk Franklin

MY POWER by Beyoncé

Counting Stars by OneRepublic

Queen of Wands, The Sun, The Fool, Death/Rebirth, Monk/Nun, & Teacher

In order to attract the most financial abundance in your career, you must use the wisdom you have gained and share it with others. I am seeing for some of you that you are religious or belong to a certain faith. You could work as a guidance counselor or doing charity for the church/mosque/temple, etc. While others are spiritual and/or believe in manifestation. You could be a someone who overall has a positive outlook on life and wish to share your joy and prosperity with others. You could believe that when you are rich in spirit, you are rich in life. If you have patience and like to interact with other people, you could work as a teacher for children or for young adults. You instill a great sense of confidence in others! People value your kindness and your optimistic demeanor. You will find the most fulfillment in help turning other people’s life around and overcoming challenges. Helping the less fortunate and those who lack equal access to economic opportunities will overall transform the path of your career.

Jobs: Teacher, professor, guidance counselor, success coach, non-profit organizer, dance instructor, music teacher, training & development specialist, officiant, pastor, mortician, funeral director, & youth group leader

Pile 2:

Shufflemancy -

Courtside by DVSN ft. Jessie Reyez

Just Do It by Swoosh God

Give Her Some Money by Maliibu Miitch

Two of Pentacles (Change), Nine of Wands (Strength), Six of Wands (Victory), Eight of Wands (Swiftness), Healer, & Athlete

Your most abundant career will have you booked and busy! I’m seeing that you guys should work in sports, if being an athlete per say isn’t your thing, then I see getting a job that’s along those lines will provide you with the most success. You could be fit and in shape, so being a personal trainer as well would help increase your income. I’m seeing you guys living a comfortable, plush life. You can take flights or even jets to fly in for work, you will do a lot of traveling for your job. If you wish to settle down and have a family, then this pile is not for you. This pile is for my single rich aunties/uncles who don’t wish to have kids. For some of you, I see you working in sports medicine or work in health care that pertains to injuries such physical therapy or rehabilitation. I also see this as working as a therapist, psychologist, or counselor. You help people regain strength and courage in the endeavor of pursing their goals. You are also someone who works fast and is always on time. You enjoy a competitive or diverse environment that can keep you on your toes. Stagnancy slows you down and practical jobs are not for you, you require something that offers something different each time and can also stimulate your mind.

Jobs: Sports Medicine, physical therapist, counselor, doctor, surgeon, nurse, professional athlete, journalist, assistant coach, personal trainer, fitness influencer, transitional manager, & team psychologist

Pile 3:

Shufflemancy -

PERSIAN RUGS by PARTYNEXTDOOR

Super Rich Kids by Frank Ocean

Diamond Days by Cruel Youth

The Hierophant, Seven of Cups (Debauch), Four of Cups (Luxury), The High Priestess, Gossip, & Artist

You have a refined taste and keen eye for details. Pursuing a career in the fine arts or design would overall benefit your career goals. You have the ability to make people engage with their senses by creating art is visually intriguing. You make people gossip or talk about your work for it is mesmerizing. Some of you are a considered a prodigy and have a lot of potential if your skills have not been developed yet. You could also be comfortable with nudity or your pieces have included nude art. You are also intuitive to others desires and can bring people’s dreams into fruition. You could often hear “*gasp* How did you know my favorite flower was ___?!” or something along those lines. Since you are so creative and multitalented, you would attract the most financial abundance as a freelancer. Acquire a workshop or establishing an office in your home can help you get into a space where you are able to have amazing results. Avoid working at jobs that lack flexible hours and be careful of people who do not wish to pay you for your service.

Jobs: Freelance artist, photographer, interior designer, home renovator, painter, magazine editor, credits creator, graphic designer, art instructor, podcaster, jeweler, fashion designer, chef, & food blogger

Pile 4:

Shufflemancy -

Get MuNNY by Erykah Badu

Ribbon by Mariah Carey

Money, power, & glory by Lana Del Rey

Ten of Wands (Satiety), The Lovers, Nine of Cups (Happiness), Hedonist, & Prostitute

This is a complex reading so I ask you to bear with me lol. Some of you could be a sex worker or previously had a former career involving those aspects, it’s giving Sophie Rain honestly. You may look young for your age and this appeals to certain demographics… This is like when girls on TikTok showed when they tried different hairstyles at work when waiting and they got tipped or paid more money when wearing pigtails or braids. You may have noticed this yourself when trying to progress in your career. In order to attract the most financial abundance, you have to give into your alluring qualities, physically and mentally. For example, Dolly Parton’s role in “9 to 5” was significant in showing the power dynamics of women within the workplace and how men take advantage of them so they can gain access to wealth or power. Dolly played as a pretty, blonde, busty secretary who was accused of having an affair with her boss, who was actually sexually harassing her. She got her revenge with two other female employees and ended up taking over the company. Instead of feeding into misogyny or pedophilic beauty standards, I would suggest playing the game wisely and asserting your power and fighting for equal rights when approaching working in a male dominated field. Seduce and control but do not sell yourself. You would become a major feminist role model and others would love to hear your story on how you became so successful.

Jobs: marrying into money, house spouse, entrepreneur, ceo, secretary, sales, marketing, sugar baby, exotic dancer, sex work, phone operator, model, bartender, waiter, hospitality service, & DJ

[stardustlin]

spider-man noir as your husband

remember these are headcanons

i would like to think that noir would be such a gentleman and always tend to your needs. he would care for you as you would for him, and he’s the type of man to send your flowers or come home with a bouquet 💐 to remind you of his love for you

if he’s on a mission or busy somewhere saving the day, he won’t hesitate to drop by and check up on you. “honey, how are you? i missed you sweetheart.” he would wrap his arms around your waist and plant kisses on your neck lovingly.

definitely sends you love letters whenever he was at. it’s an old habit of his and your heart skips a beat every time you receive a love letter from him.

always takes you to late night dates whenever he’s free, and man were his dates extremely creative..definitely a sucker for picnics, loves it when your prep him food for picnics…usually you do it but he also does too.

his teasing goes a long way. he’s such a sarcastic person. you already know that and you’re used to his sarcastic remarks LMAO. he loves to rile you up but he cools it when he seems to notice he’s going overboard. he’s always smirking or wiggling his eyebrows at you when he says a dirty joke…corny asl

SLOW DANCING WITH HIM TO FRANK SINATRA !! use your imagination of you and spider noir slow dancing on the balcony under the moonlight and the pretty stars.

my god will he kiss every pretty feature on your face, literally won’t miss a spot. he kinda likes to kiss the back of your neck, shoulders, and collarbone. it’s just his thing and he loves the way your body feels against his lips.

he keeps your love letters in his pockets. whenever he’s busy or can’t see you because he’s busy at the spider society HQ he will pull out a love letter and read it over and over again. he tells you that your writing is very beautiful and he loves it so much.

he usually likes to take you to a bar with him. you know his favorite is egg cream and you drink it with him. one cup and 2 straws, just so romantic. also takes you out to parties and hangouts with people you’re close with.

…

i am a spidernoir fan too 😫

[bird-of-burdock]

Emmrich Volkarin X !Elf!Fem!Rook(Sadri)

• SFW• Slow Burn•

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Author note: I am soooo clueless when it comes to dragon age lore so I apologize  for lore inconsistencies ToT I'm just a lass that wants  to write goofy shit, I'm so sorry if this is beyond cringey to read for big DA fans.

Also for any late readers this was written before the game came out. 

I have never posted my writing before nor do i write much I'm sorry if it's awful. Also im very new to tumblr.

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Lost Through Another's Eyes

The ever-lingering sense of death permeated every inch of the Grand Necropolis. It was not rot that Sadri could feel, but the indescribable stillness of cells' lack of copulation, an unchanging presence.  Many non-Mortalitasi who set foot in this sanctuary of decay had felt dread grip at their throat, their minds revolting, as if without a thought by nature they knew the countless dead that lay inside. Sadri however found divinity in this stillness, an ever beckoning urge to be engulfed by the very concept of placidity.

Sadri gently dusted the tombs and bones of the long-deceased. Each of her soft steps and melodic humming echoed dancing down the cold stone corridors of the Mausoleum. The dark sediment walls cascaded up as if reaching for the heavens, ancient and cracked.

‘I suppose I should return to Dr.Volkarin's study soon,’ Sadri wondered to herself, being pulled away from her mindless contentment of moments before. Sadri had often wandered the halls of the dead, its solitary environment provided her with much-needed reprieve. The dead were always far more frank than those walking among the living, perhaps they had spent too long wasting their breath on pleasantries in life to willingly squander more, she thought. 

It had only been a few months since her benefactor had sent her to work under the well-respected Emmrich Volkarin. A slender older man, with a trove of necromaniac knowledge Sadri found herself drawn to. He knew much of the mentality and nature of those no longer living, it was easy to be enamored by his long-winded rants on the topic.

“There you are. What a relief.” A man's voice yanked Sadri's focus back from the depths of her own musings.

“Oh!” Sadri's shoulders jumped at his voice. “Dr.Volkarin, I apologize if I've taken too long,” Sadri was quick to turn to face him with a shallow guilty bow and a benignly apathetic tone. 

The bow was unusual in Nevarra, it came across almost fearful to Volkarin, and always had left him with a vague sense of concern and unease when she did it.

“Please Ms.Sadri pick up your head. I merely came down here to ensure you were well. I'm aware you're relatively new, these halls go on for miles, I'd rather you not join the collection down here as of yet,”

Emmrich's voice softened, culpability pricked his conscience for startling the poor woman.

Sadri seemed to get lost in thought once again for a moment. An awkward silence fell upon the two, not an uncommon occurrence.

“I would not protest to such a fate, would be a fine place to lay in rest, I suppose,” Sadri retorted plainly as she looked around at their dreary surroundings as if it was no different than a warm cabin in a fertile Hinterland field. 

Emmrich chuckled at her innocently forthright nature. 

“Perhaps one day, but hopefully today is not the day. Come, I need your assistance,” Volkarin turned on his heels and began back to his office.

The Grand Necropolis was exceedingly large the walk back was inconvenient to say the least. Sadri felt a tinge of iniquity for causing  Dr. Volkarin to worry enough for him to come all the way down there to retrieve her.

“ I've been studying the line between memories and cohesive identity with the few skulls you see there,” The two walked into Emmrich's study, he spoke well pointing to three human skulls lined up on a table near his work desk. Placed comfortably upon a cushion.

Dr.Volkarin’s study was extravagantly decorated by some standards, innate wood carvings on every furniture and furnishing. Trinkets and tools on display like trophies. No wall lay bare without a painting or fixture. Something about it brought comfort to Sadri, there was always something to look at and ponder about.

“I'll brew us some tea to discuss the finer details of the experiment,” Emmrich's walk had an hastened edge to it, his mind seemed preoccupied. 

Sadri had a feeling he felt a bit stuck in his research. She could feel his stress seep through the tapping of his nails against the counter as he waited for the kettle to boil.

“I see, what can I do to be of aid?” Sadri asked, warily sitting down in one of the arm chairs. 

“Good question my dear. Lord Karthal had sent you to me for a reason. You seem well acquainted with my work now, so I believe it may be time to begin our research. I hear your particular talents may prove useful,” Emmrich spoke candidly as he poured the tea until he glanced at the Elven woman who sat quietly a few paces away.

Sadri had tensed up at Dr. Volkarin's words, eyes locked someplace else. Emmrich was a bit taken aback by the reaction. Though subtle her discomfort seemed undeniable. Sadri opened her mouth but it took her a moment before words came out.

“Very well,” She agreed in plain of a voice as she could muster.

Emmrich was quick to follow up her statement,“ You don't have to if you don't wish, it’s not every day you meet an individual with the ability to abstract cohesive memory from bones let alone a corpse, by touch. I won't push you but your talents are greatly appreciated.”

Emmrich felt eager to continue his work, after all this strange elven woman was sent here to aid the development of this field of research. Though Emmrich would be lying to himself if he didn't admit his suspicions of this young lady's circumstances. An elven woman with extraordinary gifts related to death magic brought in by a Mortalitasi house Lord known for his Tevinter connections. Not the most innocent of setups he thought. He knew he didn't have the full picture, so he often made an effort to not to push her.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll do it. What are you targeting?” Sadri’s voice was ever so slightly more distant than usual. Emmrich placed a cup of tea on the table in front of the pale-haired elf, before taking a seat himself. 

“ Targeting? Anything to be frank, I have yet to see your work, so I’d like to get a feel for your skillset before we delve into specifics,” Emmrich said matter factly only to be followed by a sip of his tea. Sadri had been his assistant for a few months, but mostly she spent that time studying up on his methods and theories, he had hope itd give her a better ground work to build off of. He still had little idea if she had nothing more than a silver tongue for spirits or a genuine unique form of death magic.

Lord Karthal was insistent Sadri would be of academic value, but he had yet to see. It wasn’t that he disliked her, on the contrary, she was endearing to a degree, but strangely hard to predict. 

“I ask merely because, um the method I use can be overwhelming without a focus,” Sadri avoided eye contact, looking down into her tea, gingerly stroking the rim of the cup with her thumb.

“I understand, you can choose whatever focus you see fit then,” Emmrich said with intrigue, he assumed she meant a memory focus.

The two finished their tea in relative silence before Sadri stood up empty tea cup in hand.

“Are you done?” The elf spoke softly, 

“Ah, yes, thank you,” Emmrich replied as she delicately took the cup from his hands and walked it over to the basin. 

Emmrich walked over to the set of skulls near his work desk. He examined the bone as his thoughts wondered. There was a prick of nervousness, he had originally felt quite sure of encouraging Sadri to use her magic on the skulls moments before, but her reaction was unlike her eagerness to learn of his necromaniac work.

Sadri's faint steps approached him.

Volkarin turned and looked down at the elf.

Her hands modestly clasped infront of her. Her dark eyes finally meeting his gaze.

Emmrich found her sudden eye contact foreboding.

“Are you ready?” Emmrich said stepping aside to give Sadri full access to the remains

Sadri did not reply as she approached the skulls. She tenderly lifted one up, her touch woven with care. She looked deep into the empty eye sockets, caressed the rim of its cheek bone. 

‘Is she stalling?’ Emmrich's mind pondered as he intensely watched the sharp eared woman.

Sadri let out a sigh before every muscle in her body tensed. Her grip on the skull tightened as she muttered an airy melodic hymn beneath her breath, the air electrified and swirled around her. A pale blue light omitted from the empty eye sockets leaving an eerie ambience in its wake. Trails of light pierced Sadri's eyes, she let out a grunt of pain as the skull connected itself to the ivory haired woman. Deafening whispers seeped from the skull like a cracked chalice.

Sadri fell to her knees under the weight of memories of a life she'd never lived.

She could feel the soft grass give way beneath little feet, laughter carried on a hopeful breeze. A little girl dancing prettily in a sun dress and flushed cheeks at the sight. 

Sadri watched the sun rise and moon fall, feelings coming and growing. The little neighbor girl grew beside them, soon to stand hand in hand at the alter. Joy was overwhelming, there was no greater beauty than her smile. Time passed and so withered the mind and body. Dread began to trickle in ever  so slowly, ever so agonizing. 

Watching as illness gripped the family they had built. A once careless little girl in a sun dress turned to an emaciated woman, soon Sadri felt as blight dug at her throat and consumed her body.

Sadri’s consciousness began to weave into the man's memories, she desperately pushed it away as it clung to her eyes in anguish.

She let out a desperate plead

“Stop please! I don't want to see more!” Sadri's voice strained as she had lost all sense of the real world.

Then suddenly it all went black.

Sadri's frail body dropped to the floor as Emmrich ripped the skull from her hand. He stared wide eyed in labored breath, trying to process everything that just happened. 

Emmrich quickly set the skull back down on the table before rushing to Sadri's side.

She laid sprawled out on the cold wood floor. Emmrich assailed two fingers to her neck, pushing lightly down on her soft skin his mind begging for her to be alive. He felt as her veins pumped with blood, there was a pulse, he let out a sigh of relief, as the tension in his shoulders unraveled slightly.

The slender man gently raised her into his arms. He had braced himself for the workout but was surprised she weighed little. It brought more concern than relief, he thought.

Emmrich laid her down on the couch and took a moment to process  what just happened.

He was shaken up by her display of magic, he never imagined it'd get so out of hand.

He worried if he should go get a healer, but her breath was of a person merely in slumber. By the time he got a healer would she be okay being left alone? would they be able to do anything? He was a well educated man and even he was at a loss for words.

So he waited, keeping a close eye on the raising and falling of her chest. 

[ra1-reality]

HI MY FAVORITE BATTERY EATER/hj. What’s your favorite thing about your family and how did you fall for Izu?

GUH HI ECHO :D

My favorite thing about my family? There’s a lot of things I love about them. One of them is that most of them aren’t by blood. (Found family plays a HUGE part for my in my dr if it’s not obvious) BUT I’ll section it out cause there’s a lot:

For my parents, I like to joke I have 2 sets because I do lmao. Toshinori and Camile (my adoptive parents) have one of the purest forms of love for each other oh my god. I have a memory in particular where me and Ant were coming home (I think from training) and our parents were in the kitchen, it had that Christmas lightning (like yk that warm pinkish Christmas tree lighting vibe? That was the overall lighting throughout the kitchen) and they were slow dancing to “Something Stupid” by Frank Sinatra and it was just so precious and pure oh my god. They’re so inlove and happy and it means sm to me that they found eachother and get to be happy together.

For my Papa and Dad (Yoichi [he prefers me to call him papa lol] and Kudou) I think my favorite thing about them is that they’re with me. Like how Izuku can see them, I’m also able to see and engage w/ the ofa users. Physically as well, so it’s like talking to a living person, only I can see them :) I’m so glad they found each other, especially after my papa had such a shit relationship with my bio mom. I’m so thankful he found someone who gives him the love he deserves. (In my dr, they got to be together for 3 years rather than 2 months). I love how sincere and pure my papa is. One thing he’s said is “I mean everything to him” and I started sobbing holy shit dude. He means the world to me. And for Kudou? My favorite thing about him is that our relationship is so strong. At first, we were both a little hesitant to get close, but he’s like my third dad now and he means so much to me. I recently learned that he has tattoos on his arm, and has one dedicated to me!! Another thing is I have a necklace inherited from them. Military tag necklaces to be specific (since Kudou was in the military). One of them says “Love”, and one says “My World” that he gave my papa :) I later got it in the current timeline (and izuku gave me a tag too as a gift because he knows how much they mean to me HEKCOSOCIW)

We also have this running joke that I call Kudou; “mama kudou” because he’s like an overprotective mom. I have a memory that I was chillin with Zuku on my room cause we were both pretty tired and I was laying on him and fucking Kudou appears and goes “hands above the covers you two😐” ITS SO STUPID BUT I STILL LAUGH ABOUT THIS LMAOO. I call him Dad (along with Toshinori) and Yoichi Papa :)

My siblings (adopted and family figures) mean sm to me. Ant and Katsuki are like my older brothers, Denki’s like my twin little brother, Caro’s like my little brother, Ai’s like my cousin, Satoshi and Zula are like my auntie and uncle, Kaina (Lady Nagant) is like my aunt/older sister, Tomura’s my adopted cousin and we bicker all the time and it’s so funny lmao.

A

Holy yap about my family oml.

And now Izuku. Heh.

So fun fact, we actually met the day he met my dad/All Might!! Yk that one scene where after AM saves him he grabs onto him and they fly through the air? During that, Izuku’s analysis notebook fell out of his hand AND FUCKING FELL ON ME WHILE WALKING HOME. THAT HURT. But anywho I followed them and gave it back after finding him crying on the roof and awkwardly comforted him by giving him my water bottle lmao.

So I’m actually very stupid and dense when it comes to my feelings so fun fact Katsuki was the one who told me I liked Izuku during the whole “kidnapping” (which was just my friend snatching us to hangout lmao) for me to realize I did in fact have romantic feelings LMAO. After realizing that fact, he (Izuku) visited me in the hospital (I was in there mainly because my nerve damage spread to my arms) and I almost caused a blackout from my quirk lol. I fried and broke the heart monitor with my quirk when he gifted me my now arm bands I wear for my quirk lol. I learned from channeling he actually has had a crush on me since we met lmao, around the beginning he started his training LMAOO he was just scared to tell my dad lol

[hazardsoflove]

u rbed the top 10 thing a while ago but top 10 indie songs you want band guys to cover <3 go crazy

THANK YOU FOR ENABLING ME okay this isn’t in any particular order but time to go crazy

ryan ross + song for myla goldberg by the decemberists. i just really think he would fucking body this like i already know my guy can do folk and tell stories with songs and that’s Literally what the decemberists do and this song specifically i think he would do an incredible job covering this like the music is so fucking up his alley god it would fucking slay. there’s SO many other decemberists song i would love for him to cover too like all of the crane wife and o valencia but i just think myla goldberg in particular would be so perfect

frank iero + born to beg by the national. i would pay so much money for this i just think he has the voice for it it’s not as deep as matt berningers but i still think it fits the national and the like what he writes music abt i feel kinda connects to what the national writes about and i just think he would fucking KILL covering the national. i have a huge list of songs of theirs i want him to cover but born to beg would be my number one choice for him followed probably by slow show or i need my girl

gerard way + love love love by the mountain goats. there’s so many other mountain goats songs i would would kill for them to cover as well (no children) but i really think his voice would be best suited for love love love and i think it would sound soooo good w the guitar you know. yeah

william beckett + the boy with the arab strap by belle & sebastian. i just think this would be such a perfect song for him idk how to explain why he needs to cover belle & sebastian but he does it’s like. the indie pop of it all he would fucking kill it i just know it. the blues are still blue is another song of theirs that i think he would do a great cover of

mcr + black by okkervil river. i’ve said this before but i think they could do a really fucking cool more hardcore cover of this song and i would like to see it immediately

cobra starship + daft punk is playing at my house by lcd soundsystem. okay hear me out they’re the perfect band to cover lcd soundsystem like i can think of so many songs they could do but i think this one is the best suited for them. let’s get the keytar in here

ryan ross + the luckiest guy on the lower east side by the magnetic fields. yet another band i think he would slay covering because of the folky aspects to a lot of their songs and i think his voice is a good match for stephin merritts but i’m picking thing one specifically bc it’s my favorite :) and i think he would kill those long notes. nothing matters when we’re dancing is another one i think he would do really well

fall out boy + sing me spanish techno by the new pornographers. am i being biased and giving my favorite band my favorite song by my other favorite band to cover? who’s to say. but i just really do feel like they would do a really good job and i think patrick’s voice would work really well with it. plus the guitar in this song fucks severely so joe could go crazy. all the old showstoppers is also on the table

william beckett + what i’m trying to say by stars. i think he would do an amazing job covering stars i think his voice would fit perfectly and idk i think this song specifically is like. in line w a lot of tai songs if that makes any sense. idk i think he would slay

patrick stump + alive by the fratellis. it took me a second to figure out who i think would cover the fratellis best and i Think it would be patrick. i adore the piano in this song and i think he could really turn it into something more his style without tweaking it too much if that makes any sense. i also think i guess i suppose would be a good one for him to cover

ask me my top five/top ten anything!

[shvdwscng]

she envies how easily he's able to convey his thoughts and his feelings, and the more learns, the longer her insides simply do not settle. her heart and her mind waged two very different wars, and with his every word and gaze... and it seemed the one in her heart was winning. of course, she loves him. for how could she not? that her heart was so filled with cedrian, she could hardly call it her own anymore. was there ever a soul like his that existed? that someone who was her polar opposite could draw her so rapidly unto him, but alina had come to learn that amidst all the darkness around her, around them, he was the beacon of light she clung to, looked to him each moment she awoke plagued with uncertainty. that in a world of so many unknowns, he was her guiding light and her one constant. each morning she pulled herself out of bed, it was also the thought of seeing his bright smile and the tender looks he bestowed upon her. her realization that she loved him, was a gradual sensation that built, akin the summer rains of her court. slow and steady, tender droplets of the water settling upon her. he had gradually embedded himself onto her soul that she was a fool to ever think she could walk away from him as if he was nothing to her, that what this strange connection they shared could be forgotten or ignored. it was everything she denied herself, she fought against, buried each moment she was in arms knowing very well she would not have the privilege of calling cedrian hers, for a multitude of reasons. alina had no right to reach for something as precious as him. he was far better off without her, that she would only be a twisted shadows over his luminous light. cedrian in her mind was meant to be preserved for all that he was, not encased in her darkness. fates help her, she wanted nothing more than to dip herself in his light, yearned to be in his presence that those moments alina forget about her troubles entirely, that he was her personal heaven in every form. as if his presence and the sun rays that permeated from him could wipe away her every sin. his rather frank remark of her does allow a slow, steady release of oxygen, he somehow says both the right and wrong thing. how was he so certain she would not disappoint? of course she understood, that even someone as benevolent as him would not love another blindly. "perhaps you have not blindly offered me your affections. i will not argue with you on this, even if i do not understand how you are able to claim so easily that i will not disappoint." she clung to his, she didn't doubt his sentiments, only her ability to keep his affections. "when i have done nothing but disappoint my siblings." she leaves it at that for now. the ache in her chest continues its hold for numerous reasons, and the other half that wished to leg go and simply be with him, begged her not say anything she would regret later. her heart reacts promptly, as he once more allows the four letter word to linger freely between them. alina peered into his, her own, she's not sure what he finds, perhaps the storm that waged inside of her as attempted to continue their dance. she searches his gaze, it was not difficult to read, he had always been an open book, it was one of many she adored about him. she catches every bit of his emotions, for her, all that he felt for her. it was humbling for the high lady, and it steales her breathy away. "you humble me, cedrian." she murmured, her own emotions restricting her throat, and still she could not utter that four letter word, not yet. not because she did not return them, but the words remain lodged in her throat for the moment. it takes time for his to sink in, that cedrian loves her. "i want you. more than i will ever have a right to you. but you, you are perfect, you every bit of good in this cursed world, in my world."

she nestles closer to him, feeling his lips press to her head. "no, i simply recognize myself. i know what i am capable of as a high ruler, and enough to understand that i have never possessed the ability to care for a heart, certainly not one as rare as yours." alina didn't hold a high opinion of herself, at least not in the sense of deserving someone as magnificent as him, deserving of the devotion he would offer her. her confidence stemmed only of her capability as a high ruler, a mind that only understood logic and facts and politics. however, as a sister, as a lover, perhaps, in all the matters of hearts, she would never measure up. it was for that reason his words of enduring for her troubled her so, she didn't wish for him to endure for her, period. she also understood he was stubborn, he would do as he pleased that for some reason he found her worthy to offer all of him, and perhaps she should simply relish in it. still, she wished to try, longed to be someone he deserved. alina would give her life for her court, summer would always take priority, and she would still selfishly reach for him. cedrian's love knew no bounds, his every word settling inside of her like the gentle rain of summers, warming her frozen insides. a hand every so tentatively reaches out to his features, cupping his cheek, and allowing her fingers to stroke his cheek and stubble. "you do not need to give me anything." what could she want other than what he was giving her, the precious gift of all - himself. "i am selfish, and i will take all you wish to offer me." alina is captive in his gaze when his tilts to meet hers, once more. "i know." and she did know, he would not compare the two, ever. alina had felt no sense of jealousy or a slight, only that knowing how he loved his wife as he had, only made her love him further. it was always a thought that if he loved such a wonderful woman, how would he not be disappointed with alina? she sheds the thoughts for his sake, that as she has claimed she couldn't bear his disappointment and not by her hands. that if she selfishly wished to be with him, she would ensure she would not hurt him in any manner. once he knew every dark dark part of her, would he trust her with his children?

unable to bear the weigh of his gaze on her, she settles to feel him closer, cheek pressed to his, just as she heard his gentle murmur to allow him in. he doesnt not demand, but he never did. it is his very tenderness that nearly undoes her, addressing her as love, "i shall. i owe you that much." she owed him far more, but that was a start, despite the fear the still settled into her bones. it had also been decades worth of trauma she had locked away. cedrian had no skeletons, not that it would have mattered to the high lady, there was no version of him she would not love. his confession that follows her, has her still as does the sensation of his lips grazing her temple, the raw ache in his voice, perhaps fear that she might shatter him. it was astonishing simply because he could as easily do the same, could reject her at every moment despite knowing how he felt for her. "your fear of me misplaced, you might fear me for very different reasons." a pause as she draws in an unsteady breath as he assures her he would not run once he witnessed all of her demons. he reveals once more he too was terrified for her, but his seasons once more nearly cripple her. "i am capable of many things, ced, but i have come to learn hurting you or denying you anything is not one of them." her hand returned to her cheek, "although i wish you did not love me at all this way, i will sooner shatter myself before being the reason you are hurt in any manner." he wastes no time closing the distance between, his gentle hand cupping her cheek before claiming her lips in a kiss that had to be most shattering one. she returned it, pouring unto it all that she could not say still, instead simply allowing him to feel all that she felt for him. she nestles closer, burrowing a hand in his short, cropped hair and the other resting over his heart. ignoring those around them, and alina did not care, did not deny herself her happiness. "i love you, cedrian." she murmured against his lips, and she wondered if he had known this.

his  realization  didn't  come  like  lightning,  like  some  earth  shattering  and  sudden  moment.  it  crept  up  on  him,  in  the  way  she  laughed,  the  way  her  eyes  sparkled  any  time  they  met  his  own,  and  how  her  presence  within  his  life  began  to  take  over  most  of  his  waking  hours.  he  loved  her.  it  wasn't  the  first  time  the  thought  crossed  his  mind,  but  it  was  the  first  time  he  didn't  shove  it  aside.  didn't  hide  from  the  truth  or  deny  it.  alina  was  different,  a  piece  of  himself  he'd  not  even  known  he  was  searching  for.  their  moments  together  play  in  his  mind  like  a  reel,  highlighting  from  the  moment  they  met  to  where  they  stand  now.  for  cedrian,  a  man  who  thought  he  had  all  he  needed,  it  was  crippling  to  realize  he'd  been  wrong.  his  life  was  so  full,  love  of  his  children,  duty  to  his  court,  and  the  care  of  his  siblings,  he'd  assumed  he  never  would  find  love  again.  a  silent  promise  made  not  to  try,  given  to  a  woman  he  knew  full  well  would  not  wish  him  to  do  so.  but  then  came  alina,  slipping  through  the  cracks  of  his  walls  like  the  eternal  sun  of  the  day  court.  it  didn't  matter  how  hard  he  tried  to  resist,  she'd  pulled  him  in  like  the  waves  of  adriata.  his  chest  tightens  as  she  speaks,  words  he  didn't  think  he'd  earned,  didn't  think  she'd  give  him.  "  do  not  mistake  my  affection  for  you  as  blindness.  "  he  knew  the  phrase,  love  could  be  quite  blind,  but  a  high  ruler  wasn't  allowed  that  blissful  ignorance.  "  i  know  who  you  are,  and  i  know  you  are  not  perfect.  disappointing  me  will  never  be  an  option.  "  he  knew  nothing  she  did  could  make  such  a  thing  happen,  that  she  was  his  and  his  alone  and  nothing  could  change  that.  it  was  dangerous,  she  had  the  power  to  walk  away  and  shatter  his  heart.  unlike  the  last  time,  cedrian  knew  the  pieces  would  be  near  impossible  to  pick  up.  a  deep,  rich  chuckle  falls  from  the  high  lord.  "  i  love  you  as  you  are,  alina,  not  on  a  pedestal,  but  by  my  side.  i  only  want  you  as  you  are.  "  the  sincerity  in  his  voice  rings  loudly,  emotions  swelling  in  his  eyes  and  tone.  the  night  brought  out  his  honesty,  the  truths  he'd  been  denying  himself  and  alina.  there  was  no  running  anymore,  it'd  been  long  past  time  to  have  this  discussion.  he  still  feared  it  would  end  things  between  them,  have  her  reject  him  and  walk  away  as  if  they'd  been  nothing  to  one  another.  cedrian's  heartbeat  spins  out  of  control,  just  as  he  nestles  her  back  against  his  frame  after  spinning  her  to  the  music.

her  admission  that  he  was  right,  that  she  didn't  think  herself  worthy  of  someone  enduring  anything  for  her  sends  a  pang  of  pain  through  his  chest.  he  should  be  proud  he  was  right,  but  instead  it  was  a  truth  he'd  not  wanted  to  admit  to  her.  he  knew  she  didn't  think  well  of  herself,  but  he  wanted  her  to  see  herself  through  his  eyes.  "  you  underestimate  yourself.  "  he  mumbles,  leaning  down  and  pressing  his  lips  to  the  top  of  her  head,  letting  her  scent  slip  through  every  fiber  of  his  being.  "  you  are  worth  every  piece  of  what  i  want  to  give  you,  what  i  will  give  you.  "  his  words  allow  no  mistake,  cedrian  refuses  to  believe  anything  else.  at  the  mention  of  his  late  wife,  he  picks  his  head  back  up  to  look  into  her  eyes.  "  no.  you  are  not  her.  there  is  no  comparison  to  be  had,  nor  moment  i  have  thought  it.  "  admits  he.  he'd  allowed  his  mind  to  think  of  ellena  many  times,  but  not  to  compare  the  two.  to  realize  he'd  been  allowed  two  great  loves  in  life,  and  that  the  promise  he  made  was  a  foolish  one.  she'd  never  have  wanted  him  to  sacrifice  his  happiness  due  to  losing  her.  cedrian  lets  out  a  slow  breath,  trying  to  calm  himself  to  at  least  manage  the  rest  of  this  conversation.  her  words  swirl  in  his  mind,  and  he  can't  stop  thinking  of  all  he  wants,  of  all  she's  still  holding  back.  he  won't  beg,  he  can't  demand,  but  he  will  desire  her  no  matter  her  decision.  the  agreement  from  her  lips  that  she  wished  it  wasn't  temporary  settles  in  his  stomach,  a  twisted,  evil  feeling  that  doesn't  settle  a  thing.  he  knows  it  doesn't  matter,  their  desires  aren't  what  lead  them  alone.  alina  has  and  will  always  put  her  court  duties  above  herself.  her  body  reacts  to  him,  but  that  doesn't  tell  him  anything  he  doesn't  know.  cedrian  has  come  to  realize  that  she  feels  the  same  as  he,  only  the  battle  in  her  mind  isn't  a  fear  of  rejection,  it's  a  fear  of  letting  go.  it  might  be  more  dangerous  than  his  own.  "  then  let  me  in,  love.  "  he  says  softly,  the  gentleness  in  his  tone  not  something  she  hadn't  heard  before,  but  the  words  certainly.  he  wanted  every  piece  of  her,  every  shard,  every  crack,  and  every  surface  she'd  allow.  his  eyes  close,  leaning  into  the  connection  of  their  cheeks  and  trying  to  ground  himself  further.  "  perhaps  not.  "  he  says,  because  he's  an  open  book  and  certainly  does  not  have  the  dark  closet  many  high  rulers  do.  it  was  a  blessing  and  a  curse.  but  then  her  words  come,  and  he  pulls  back,  allowing  his  lips  to  brush  on  her  temple  as  he  meets  her  gaze  once  more.  her  words  send  a  charged  burning  through  his  body,  but  he  lets  her  finish  her  thoughts  before  he  takes  what  he  wants.  "  you  terrify  me  too.  "  admits  the  high  lord.  "  and  the  thought  of  losing  you  ?  of  losing  this  ?  it  shatters  me,  alina.  "  he's  laying  it  all  out,  letting  her  have  every  bit  of  control  in  what  happens  next.  "  nothing  you  share  will  push  me  away.  "  his  words  are  filled  with  certainty,  and  he  doesn't  let  them  linger  in  the  air  long  before  taking  what  she  offered.  cedrian  leans  in,  fingertips  delicately  cupping  her  cheek  as  he  angles  her  lips  to  slot  against  his  own  as  they've  done  plenty  of  times.  only  this  kiss  is  quite  possibly  the  most  powerful  yet,  it's  not  a  secret  any  longer.

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Being With Nanami Kento

For Anon :) Anon I am so sorry this is like three weeks late. I had finals and then got super sick. The past couple of weeks were a lot.

What it's like being with Nanami Kento:

“Sorry, I’m late.”

Nanami held a plastic bag from the Chinese place down the street in one hand. In the other was his jacket. His tie was incredibly loose, and upon closer inspection, blood on his collar. Nanami wasn’t the type to be late. Being an adult meant being on time, but if he had to be, he would come with take-out, an offering of forgiveness no one ever asked for, even if that day he had quite literally gone through hell and back.

“Those kids are going to be the death of me,” he groaned, putting the food on the table and pulling out plates. Despite the strain in his voice and obvious strain on his body, he carefully portions out the food for the one he loves most based on their favorites. Extra fried rice and only enough broccoli to reach a satisfactory vegetable intake. He takes the extra steps to make the cheap take-out look presentable, finishing it off with a glass of white that was nice enough to give someone he loves but not so nice that it felt odd to be drinking with this meal. On his plate, he threw on what was left.

Trying to ask him about the day is futile, although it’s easy enough to piece it together. He might not technically be a teacher, but he didn’t trust Gojou to always treat the kids like kids- he always thought the man put too much pressure on the young sorcerers to fulfill his vision, noble as it might be. They probably went into a fight, recklessly like their teacher, and had to learn the hard way that they weren’t the strongest. They weren’t like him. So Nanami, the saint he is, intervenes and not only has to fight a curse but tend to the students as well. Not just during but after, too, that was also a point of contention between the two men. Gojou wasn’t always the best to meet someone's emotional needs, especially after something traumatic. It was hard, exhausting, and long work, but someone had to do it.

But who took care of Nanami?

No one. Or that’s how he felt about it. He was strong, mentally and physically. The burden of the world was to fall as much as possible on his shoulders. “I’ll be right back. I should shower before sitting down to eat. I probably smell like sweat and blood.” He figured that he also probably wasn’t enjoyable to look at in this state, and they deserved only the best from him.

As he walked away, though, he found himself impossibly stopped by the small tug of his shirt. One hundred grade 1 curses couldn’t get him to budge, but that delicate hand, untouched by the darkness of his world, sometimes felt like the only thing keeping him grounded. Without another word, he sat back down and started to eat. It was silly to think that eating before a shower was anyone’s version of being cared for, but for a man who put everyone’s feelings and comfort in front of his own, the small gesture was the permission he didn’t know he wanted. It had been a long day, and all he wanted was to enjoy a nice meal in front of the most beautiful person in the world. That’s what made him feel taken care of.

Playlist:

Earned it- The Weeknd

See You Again- Tyler, the Creator ft. Kali Uchis

Drew Barrymore- SZA

Cigarettes and Coffee- Otis Redding

White Ferrari- Frank Ocean

SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK- JOJI

Sleepyhead (stripped down version)- Passion Pit

Japanese Denim- Daniel Caesar

Just the Two of Us- Grover Washington ft. Bill Withers

I Love You So- The Walters

Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby- Cigarettes After Sex

Young and Beautiful- Lana Del Rey

At Last- Etta James

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Getting It Your Way | Jung Hoseok

                       **Minors do not read** 

Summery: Your best friend, Hoseok, have just released his new album and you couldn’t be more proud. But with a new album comes a listening party where he for the first time invites you. You being a supportive friend couldn’t say no to him, but did he realize that it would be the first time for you to meet the members? 

Paring: Idol!Hoseok x f!Reader | F2L

Genre: Romance, Fanfiction. || Smut, fluff, angst.  | SLOW BURN. 

Word count: 14.6 k.  A long one I know...  

Warnings: Alcohol consuming, intimidate dancing, slapping, oral F. rec., no condom F. on the pill tho, face riding, switch! Hoseok, sub! reader, public $3x.

‣ A/N: I was inspired by the Bangtan Bomb showing the listening party for Jhopes new album, Jack in the box. I would say that this story is (maybe?) me trying to honor Jhopes new album cause it is really phenomenal. Hope you like the story. (;     

“Y/N you have to come! I can’t do this without you!” 

“Yes you can! You’ll be fine! You have your members, you don’t need me there beside what am I supposed to do there? drink while staring at you having fun?”

“You could dance with the rest of us, or try and talk to some people, besides you know I wouldn’t just let you sit and do nothing.” Of course you knew that Hoseok wouldn’t, and if you were honest you were only trying to find excuses to not go with him. 

You weren’t normally the shy type, communication skills was a basic knowledge for you making it very easy for you to be around strangers and friends, but there was something in you that felt so terrified, so intimidated when thinking about meeting the rest of Hoseoks friends. The people who would be there were either famous like him or just really talented artists which you could only ever dream about becoming.

Hoseok could see the hesitation in you, he could read you like an open book, but he also knew that you would truly love to be there as the atmosphere would be right up your street. Hoseok was like you, good to be around strangers, but there was a calmness and easiness over you which he never could learn.  “Come on Y/N! You have never said no to a little party party before, why now?” It was specially that calmness that Hoseok really adorned and needed, cause he himself was more than nervous.  

“Because Hoseok, when you normally ask me if I want to party party as you so finely called it, it’s at a random club where no one is famous or really talented people, or not that I know of at least.” You sighed. You knew that he would get his way whatever you did cause that was just how you two worked. 

Hoseok always managed to get his way. 

 You had known Hoseok for years even before BTS. You used to go in the same Primary school as him. One day you had bumped into the little boy who was crying cause he had been bullied by some guy, you had immediately comforted him telling him that he wasn’t all the things the other guy had said he was, and there you two just clicked – Like puzzle pieces fitting perfectly.

Now thinking of your friendship there were just pieces missing. Both of you were too busy to really give each other time and to be frank Hoseok had really changed throughout the years, to the better or worse? You couldn’t tell, you didn’t spend enough time with him anymore to know who he was.   

Hoseok tried to give you as much time as possible after he joined BTS, but there would always be long breaks in between him contacting you as he had to focus on work, and if you contacted him he would never answer on anything before hours had passed and you forgot what you wanted to say. 

You didn’t blame him, you knew work was tough but damn, It pained you to think back to the times before everything were you two were inseparable... but oh well! Time changes and you two even though still friends had just grown apart from each other. 

Either way though, there was no doubt that for the both of you you still valued each other at a high level, and that was also why Hoseok really wanted you there.  

“Pleasee Y/N, you really want me to beg?... For old times sake.” 

And that little sentence was maybe the only thing he had to say for you to finally change your mind. A look over at his pouty face and you knew you had already lost the battle. “Finee!! Why do you always make me do stuff like this??” 

Hoseok let out a heart filled laugh, a laugh you loved dearly. 

“So when is it?” 

 You and Hoseok were currently located at your apartment. It was a nice size and it was a place Hoseok liked to come as it reminded him about life as a non famous. He loved his own place that he had just moved into, but there was something so homely and real about your place that filled him with joy. 

Looking over at you Hoseok answered “It’s tomorrow night already. Yoongi won’t be there, but Jimin, Taehyung, Seokjin, Namjoon and Jungkook will.”  

Nice... 

You felt your own nervousness rise ten times as he named who would be there. Of course you knew all the members names, but funny enough there had never been a time where you were introduced. Again this was because of work, also your own work. 

Cause you couldn’t give Hobi all the credits on working hard. You worked at a high school as a teacher in English. It kept the bills and gave you money, but you had two side jobs, one being a writer another being a music artist, Hobi being your biggest fan. 

“Sounds fine, is there a dress code or can I choose freely?” 

Hobi placed himself on a chair sitting vise versa meaning his stomach against the backrest and his arms resting on top. You swallowed as you saw his figure sit like that, there was just something about it you couldn’t put words to. His clothes too, the way his baggy tee hugged his shoulders almost made him look smaller than he was.  

You and Hobi had much of the same style when it came to clothes, baggy was your favorite as it was both comfortable and stylish - in the right combo. But you did too enjoy dresses and more feminine clothes.  You always liked to think of your style as; Changing, new thinking and mood depending. 

“No dress code, I know you’ll look fabulous anyway, I mean just look at you now!” Hoseok scanned your frame and nodded to himself. A grin found his lips.  

You took a look too already knowing what you were wearing. Baggy ripped jeans with a baggy white tee, then a lot of smaller details such as accessoires, a small scarf tied to your pants, and your shoes which were just some random sneakers. It wasn’t much, but you knew how to style clothes so it would look good. 

You gave him a smile. You really appreciated when Hoseok complicated you for either your choice of clothes or your music as it was something that he was really good at and something you often found yourself admiring him for. 

Both of you were startled when Hoseoks phone suddenly rang up, him answering it quickly. “Mhm... yes of course... Yea I’ll be there.”  When he turned off his phone you could already make out what the conversation meant as he send a pouty look your way. 

“I have to go do some final touches on tomorrows listening party, but I’ll see you tomorrow, right??” 

“Yea, what time is it?” Hoseok smiled as he had successfully changed your mind and would see you again already tomorrow. He knew he would get it his way. 

“Well I’ll be there already at 2 pm, but the other guest will come at 8 pm, so you can come earlier if you want to, the other members will be there at 6 pm so they can get make up done and stuff like that.” 

You nodded not really knowing yet what you wanted. It was intimidating to think about coming at the same time as everyone else, but it was even worse to think about being alone with the other members backstage so you would probably come at 8 pm, but you weren’t sure.  “I’m not quite sure what I’ll do yet, is it okay if I text you later or maybe tomorrow?” 

Hoseok stood up from the chair finding his bag and other stuff before going back to you. “Of course, I’ll probably be a little busy so I’ll maybe not answer, but do whatever you feel most comfortable with, everything’s fine for me.” 

You too stood up from your couch as Hoseok went out to your entre to find his shoes. 

“I’ll be on my way then, see you tomorrow Y/N!” 

“Yea, see you Hobi!”  And just like that you closed the door and let a sigh leave your lips. Well, now your plans to do self care with a glass of wine tomorrow night was ruined. You loved Hoseok dearly, he was after all your best friend - At least that’s what you tried telling yourself, but sometimes you wanted to curse him to hell for having such an effect on you, he would always get his way with you no matter what.  

But you were thankful that he sometimes had that effect, the effect of making you do everything he asked as you couldn’t say no to him, cause it often had given you some of the best moments in your life that you wouldn’t have experienced if it wasn’t for him. 

Extroverts and Introverts normally didn’t go well with each other, but for some reason you two really had a good effect on each other. Him as the extrovert and you as the introvert.  

The rest of the day was like a blur, watching dramas and eating the rest of the pizza you had ordered yesterday was the only thing you did.

It was Friday meaning you only had morning classes, that was the reason you had decided to invite Hoseok over so he too could take a small break from all his working. It had taken some convincing, but he finally decided to come over for a short while as he also had to convince you to come tomorrow. He needed you to come as he had already told the rest of his friends that he would bring you, it would have been a little embarrassing if you didn’t show up as he had now told the others that you would. 

You couldn’t help but think back to the moment you opened the door for Hoseok to come in. It had been nearly 3 months since you last saw each other, though you texted very much, (When Hoseok actually answered you). When you opened the door you saw Hoseok standing there in all his glory, but it was like something had changed. You had a hard time even beginning to understand what it was that made your heart jump a loop because when you looked it was the same Hoseok, maybe a little more trained cause of his dancing, but that was it. But why was it you felt as if something had changed? And did he feel it too? 

Saturday morning you woke up to your alarm. It was 10 am when you stood out of bed to make breakfast. 

You hadn’t forgotten the promise you gave to your best friend yesterday that you would come to his party. To be honest as you had gotten time to think more about the party you actually felt very excited. Hoseok was right when he thought you would love to be there - you were honored to be invited and you were extremely proud of Hoseok.  

The album which you knew Hoseok had spent years on was so extremely good as there was not one song you didn’t like. It was vibey, it was rhythmic and it had a good beat so you knew you would enjoy listening to it on speakers worth more than your apartment. And then it was true, every little word he sang or rapped was written down with attention and love from the bottom of his heart.  

And now that you had said yes you were determined on getting a fantastic night out of it. That was how it always ended up. Hoseok would beg you to either party or come somewhere with him and in the end you would always get so hyped up that you were almost competitive in getting a new best night to remember.

After an easy breakfast consisting of cornflakes you brushed your teeth and took a long refreshing shower. 

You still didn’t have anything to do before you would have to make yourself ready. So opening your computer you decided to work on some finishing touches on a book you were writing. 

It had always been a comfort for you to write, to live another life that couldn’t help but find it’s way to your head writing the life down was a way to cope with your mind: it took some things out of your mind so there were space for other things. 

As an overthinker and introvert it was sometimes hard for you to get space to everything which filled your mind. Luckily you were an extroverted introvert, meaning you didn’t have problems with being together with other people or talking to them, you just had to take time for yourself so you could charge. 

You had found a balance that you were happy about, and Hoseok was a part of that balance, if you didn’t have him to drag you to events and stuff you would sit alone in your apartment all day long.

As you were writing you suddenly realized you still had to send Hobi a message telling him when you would show up.  

 You still couldn’t decide though, you almost saw it as rude if you didn’t show up a little earlier as you knew the rest of the members did and Hoseok would surely tell them that he had invited you as well, but at the same time you were so nervous just thinking about being in a room with 5 strangers who were some of the worlds most known stars.  You knew Hoseok would be too busy with the preparations to be together with you if you came earlier, so you would have to be there with them alone, but again wouldn’t it be rude of you to not come a little earlier? 

You sighed out as you thought about it. 

It was actually ridiculous, they were all humans just like Hoseok why were you so nervous to meet them? Hoseok was just as famous as them but there was no problem being with him, it was only work. 

Pulling yourself together you decided you would come an hour before the rest of the guests, that would be something you could manage and it would be nice to maybe try and know a few before everyone else came. 

Y/N: - Hi Hobi! Just wanted to inform you I’ll be there at 7 pm. Keep up the good work! and take care until I come there. (; 

You knew he probably wouldn’t respond as he told you yesterday, but you still wanted to let him know so he wouldn’t have to think more about it. 

Seconds became minutes and minutes became hours and before you knew it the clock was already 6 pm. 

As you packed your computer away you thought about what to wear. You had some ideas in mind, but you weren’t sure yet.  This was really important to you as style and appearance was always the first impression. You wanted to look both stylish and approachable and at the same time try and find a good balance between mature and childish. 

You knew there would be dancing too and even if you weren’t the greatest you weren’t one to say no if you had gotten a glass of champagne, so that was something to think about too. 

 Sighing you tried on the first outfit.

A baby purple tight-sitting dress, it stopped just above your knees. Putting a soft looking black puffer jacket over you let it rest around your shoulders showing off your collarbone. 

 Looking in the mirror you knew it would look good, paring it with some bigger accessories and either a pair of high sneakers or pair of heels would defiantly do the job, but just wearing it now you knew you wouldn’t be wearing this.  It was uncomfortable to wear as the dress kept riding up your thighs, and you feared it would send a signal that you didn’t want to send.  

 Sighing you took it off again and tried the second outfit. 

Taking out your favorite pair of jeans you knew they would do the job. It was a pair of flare high-waisted black jeans. You knew these were both comfortable and if styled right they were also stylish. 

Taking a baggy tee which Hoseok had gifted you to your latest birthday you put it on. It was baby blue color and on it were written ‘A normal person live one life, a writer live hundreds’ then there were other prints on it as well, one of a quill, some roses and small stick men. 

You loved the shirt dearly as it was a design Hoseok had costumed himself. 

You tucked half of it into your pants and let the rest hang freely. Finally you filled your ears with earrings as you had some piercings there. You took a big golden necklace on and filled your fingers with different rings.  Taking a pair of black block heels and a soft blue flannel you knew that it would be this look. 

Looking at the clock you saw there were still 20 minutes before you would have to go. 

Walking to your kitchen you quickly warmed some leftovers and took them to your room. Laying a soft make up you ate while doing that, putting on eyeliner you tried to really make your eyes noticeable and luckily it worked just as it was meant to.  

Running to your bathroom as there wasn’t much time left you quickly brushed your teeth once more and tied your hair up in a low ponytail only to secure it with a hairclip. 

Putting a spray of perfume on you decided that you were finally ready. 

Taking your bag you checked you had everything, you did, and finally you left the apartment. 

When you reached the place Hoseok had explained yesterday you were left with your jaw at the floor. It looked pretty normal from the outside, like a normal entrance to a mall, but what was new was the many cameras and paparazzi which had already found the place. 

You weren’t quite sure what to do here. You really did not want to be on some article tomorrow morning making rumors. You weren’t famous for your own stuff and nobody knew you were Hoseoks friend as you both had decided to keep it like that, people were way too quick to make assumptions which you didn’t want to be a part of. 

Taking your phone out you called Hoseok. You really hated to disturb him as he probably was busy, but you desperately wanted to know if there maybe were a rear entrance. 

To your relief he answered quite fast. 

- “Y/N I expected you would call, haha.”  

“Yea... I’m outside right now, but the whole entrance is filled with paparazzi, is there a rear entrance or something I can use instead?” 

- “Damn those paparazzi... Yea uhm there is an alley at the building beside this one, I’ll come get you so you don’t have to walk alone.”  You couldn’t help but smile. Hobi forever the protective friend he was, of course he didn’t want you to walk in the dark alley all alone. His protectiveness for you was something that would never change and you were so grateful for that. 

“Yea I’ve spotted the alley, I’ll see you in a bit then.” 

- “Yea see you.” 

Inside the building Hoseok was in the waiting room together with the members as they got their make-up done.  They all watched as he talked on the phone with a smile, and of course they knew who he was talking to. Sharing knowing smiles in between them they couldn’t help but let out small laughs. 

“Guys, Y/N’s here I’ll just go get her.” Hoseok said as he hung up and put his phone back in his bag. 

“Oh is she?” Namjoon said a teasing smile on his face. 

Hoseok rolled his eyes as he saw the expression they were all wearing but he couldn’t help the little smile that covered his lips. 

“Seriously y’all need to stop doing that, me and Y/N are friends nothing more.” 

He had tried so many times to say that: Nothing were going on between you two, but they just never understood. Ever since they first got to hear about the mysterious ‘Y/N’ they send him looks. Now was his time to prove that you two were only friends and he was determined on doing so. 

But even now just him picking you up so you didn’t need to walk in a alley alone they saw it as protectiveness, and that was a key to love - in their world at least. 

You were standing at the start of the alley waiting till you could see Hoseok stroll up to you as he did so often. It didn’t take long before you saw him. 

You frowned as you observed him walking up to you. 

He was wearing a pair of baggy ripped jeans, a black under shirt, a normal shirt and over it a very light denim jacket. Of course he was filled up with different accessories as it was some of your both favorite things to style. He had make-up on like yourself, and his hair was all set and ready to go, the black tone in his hair matching his under shirt. 

Again your heart flipped with flutter seeing him walk up to you like that. You knew he was effortlessly beautiful and if you didn’t admit that you were stupid, but you couldn’t help but feel bad. As his best friend you shouldn’t feel like this, but you did.

It was clear that both of you had grown since last seeing each other (not counting yesterday). 

When Hoseok noticed you standing ever so lovely in your flared jeans and baggy shirt he felt as if all his nervousness was taken from him. It didn’t miss his eye either that it was the shirt he had gifted to you, and seeing you in it made him feel a certain warmth inside that he couldn’t explain. 

“Y/N!!!” 

“HOBIII!!!” 

You both made a little run over to each other with your arms wide open as he embraced you in a tight hug spinning you around. 

Both of you laughed as he let you go only to take a hold of your shoulders to look down at you to get a closer look. “You look absolutely gorgeous Y/N.” 

You could feel your cheeks heat up and you thanked the galaxy that it was already dark so he couldn’t see that. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself Mr. Handsome.” Hoseok let out a laugh as he swang his arm over your shoulder. You were the perfect height for him to do that gesture. 

You two then started to make your way down the alley as he took the lead. 

“So tell me are you excited?” As always it was you who started the conversation. It was often you who did that as you always had a question or two in your sleve. Normally you used the trick: ask questions so it wont turn awkward, but you knew you truly didn’t need to do that with Hoseok as it would never turn awkward. 

In this case you just found yourself curious.

 “I guess, I’m mostly nervous though.” He let a little chuckle escape him as he looked down to see your reaction. 

You knew it was wrong timing, but seeing him look down at you with those big curious eyes was something you had never appreciated enough, at least before now. You didn’t know why it suddenly was so overwhelming having him look at you like that, but it surely was. 

“I understand why you could be nervous, I would too in your shoes, but seriously Hoseok. I know that you will do so well and that’s not just something I’m saying. You have practiced the welcome speech down to perfection, but still in a way that gives everyone a smile on their lips, and the album is so great, seriously it’s my favorite album of all I’ve ever heard! You were born for this: performance and music.” 

While you kept babbling on Hoseok heard every word. There was something in him that settled down: the nervousness, but something else fired up, the latter he couldn’t quite put words on, but he was determined to explore what it was. 

You noticed the look he was giving you, those eyes, it was like they saw nothing else than you and you couldn’t even begin to explain how that effected you. 

At the same time you were somehow afraid. What if you only imagined it as you did with so much else? What if you ruined your friendship? What if Hoseok didn’t even think about you in that way? 

And what way was it even you were referring? Attraction? Crushing? Love?

You couldn’t think about it, it was all too much.

“Thank you Y/N. I knew having you here would calm me.” And he meant every single word. Whatever you said there was that calmness to it which was why Hoseok knew he needed you here.  

You lips grew into a smile as your heard him say that. You were set on not looking up at him as you could still feel his smiling eyes on you, but who could you trick. 

Looking up you smiled just that bit brighter. 

“Your welcome Hobi.” 

When the two of you walked into the building hand in hand as Hoseok was dragging you around to see how he and the crew had decorated you felt many stares upon the two of you. If it was cause they didn’t often see Hoseok with a girl or it was because you were so pretty to look at no one knew, but it was sure that all of them when seeing the two of you hand in hand had to try and hide their wide smiles.  Something they weren’t really good at. 

Hoseok of course didn’t notice this so he kept dragging you around being as oblivious to the situation as ever. But he suddenly became very knowing of him holding your hand the moment he took you with him backstage as all the other boys proceeded to walk out and almost collide into the two of you. 

Hoseok let go of your hand faster than a mouse sprinting away from an eagle and you were left with a feeling of emptiness in your hand that you eagerly wished to fill again.  But you soon forgot it as well when you saw all the gorgeous men all dressed in different style and color look at the two of you with small smiles. 

Many things you could be called but innocent and dumb were neither of them. Just looking at the shit-eating smiles on their faces you knew that it was probably already a joke in their group to tease Hoseok for whatever friendship you two shared just because you were from the opposite sex. The worst thing was though you had to hide a smile on your own when you looked over at their knowing smiles and then to Hoseoks red ears. 

He knew they had seen what they just saw before almost bumping into you two and there weren’t shit he could do about it. 

“Boys, we were just about to go find you. Everyone this is Y/N, my... friend and Y/N this is Seokjin, Jungkook, Taehyung, Namjoon and Jimin.” He proceeded to point to each of them as he called their name them finally getting control over their smiles and giving you a wave. 

Did Hoseok just hesitate to call you his friend or were your ears starting to hear things there weren’t real? cause holly god, your heart started beating at the thought of him calling you by another title, something which would obviously not happen. 

“It’s very nice to finally meet you Y/N, Hoseok has told us so much about you.” Namjoon proceeded to give you another one of those smiles and this time you couldn’t help but laugh. 

You could feel Hoseok getting uncomfortable in this situation, how he rolled his eyes and his hands couldn’t seem to find peace anywhere, it was clear as daylight that he was flustered and that was something which set the butterflies in your stomach into a fit. 

Seeing Hoseok in a situation you hadn’t seen him in before you couldn’t help but tease him, just a little. 

“Well I hope he’s only said good things about me.” This was enough to send the other members flying to giggels. The conversation could take a turn to every way it was just a matter of who opened their mouth first to speak. 

“Well of course, our Hoseokii couldn’t say anything bad about you if he so even tried his hardest.” Seokjin continued and this left not just he’s ears red but also the start of his neck. 

Had this conversation happened some weeks ago you would have been just as red if not more as Hoseok, but there was something so bold in you, something blunt and straightforward that maybe wished for all the things they were ‘secretly’ referring to be true. You longed for their hidden meanings to be true, and to play along you hoped to both send a signal to the members that you could easily play along on their silly games, but also to give an eye opener to Hoseok, try and make him see what you couldn’t tell him yourself as you were to afraid. 

Hoseok sighed before finally cutting in as they were all laughing. 

“Right. Boys uhm could you go and maybe help on setting the final drinks, I just need to find my cards to the speech.” All of them stopped laughing still with those stupid smiles. 

“Sure thing boss, see you later Y/N.” Taehyung said and all of them went along. 

You couldn’t help but let out a joy filled laugh. You had been so scared to meet the members, to see them in person and what for? Because they were celebreties? Yea, but you finally realized they were just as human as you, as Hoseok and that helped you to feel at ease as you followed behind Hoseok to the dressing room where he had all of his stuff. 

When you got into the dressing room you couldn’t help but look around. Three tables with mirrors and light around was placed at the left side of the room, clothes hangers were on the right side and at the end of the room was a black leather couch were Hoseok had placed his bag. 

You again started of the conversation. 

“Your friends seems nice.” The smile on your face was no less of what it had been in the hallway and Hoseok could hear that just in the way you spoke. 

“They are, but they can be a pain in the ass.” Hoseok let out a giggle as he found his cards. 

“Well they’re your friends, aren’t friends supposed to be just that sometimes?” 

Hoseok looked over at you with a small smile. It amazed him how you always had the right words to say, always had something positive in every situation. 

“I guess you’re right.” 

“When am I not right?” The both of you let out a cheerful laugh. 

Hoseok looked down at his cards fumbling around with them before looking up at you again. He had something to say you could see it, but he wasn’t sure how to. Your heart began beating up, the eye contact you two held was the most powerful connection you had ever felt.  You wanted him to do something, anything, take step closer to you, ask if your friendship should end, most of all you wnated him to kiss you.  Hoseok looked down at the paper again and up at you one more time, the tension was at it’s peak, why didn’t he do anything?  He was looking like a nerve wreck, his foot was tapping the ground his hands were shaking and you could see heat form in his ears once again. The tension had never been so high between you two yet there was too much distance in between you. 

If he couldn’t you would... But just before you could go up to him and take it further than friends would he finally opened his mouth. 

“Uhm, I’m sorry Y/N, but I really have to practice the speech so...” Hoseok looked around scratching the back of his neck while letting out a small chuckle. 

“O- oh... Uhm yea, of course... I’ll- I’ll just go and see if the boys need help.” and just like that you left faster than you had ever left him. You had never felt so humiliated before so embarrassed in your whole life and at the same time never in your life had you felt so hurt. 

You had been stupid for thinking that there were tension between you two, that he maybe just maybe wanted to go over and kiss you just as much as you wanted him to. You felt uncomfortable and stupid, as if he ever wanted to kiss you... 

You took long strides towards the big party hall trying your hardest to forget what happened and try and find the positive perspective, but still tears breamed in the corners of your eyes. 

Why was it suddenly like this? How had it happened that you felt hard for Hoseok in the matter of two days?  But then you realized something as you hadn’t ever thought about it before now, this hadn’t just happened, it wasn’t just you suddenly finding Hoseok attractive, charming and captivating. This was a long long process for years now.  You had fallen for him slowly and very safely, but instead of falling up you soared higher and higher, now that you were conscious about it you were finally falling and if he didn’t catch you, you weren’t sure what would happen to your heart.

All your thoughts were interrupted when you heard an ever so sweet voice yell your name with some concern. “Y/N?... Anything wrong?” 

You looked up seeing Jimin stride over to you with that concerning frown on his face. You managed to give him a smile trying you utter hardest at fooling him. 

“No nothings wrong, I was just thinking.” 

Jimin had been laughing together with Taehyung when he saw you come out from the door leading to the hallway, a frown on your face that he couldn’t mistake, that frown was one of doubt connected with a certain ache. 

He had then proceeded to go over to you as the empathic creature he was and ask if anything was wrong. 

Hoseok had always told you that Jimin was a person who always seemed to see through people as he was so understanding of other humans, and you knew just by the look on his face that he could see right through you. A thing Hoseok also had told you about Jimin - a thing you just couldn’t help but to think of. 

Jimin was an exceptional flirter, and he could fool anyone without them knowing anything. 

“Well if it’s not to much to ask could you help me with some of the snacks?” Jimin asked you with a sweet smile.  

“Of course.” And a genuine smile found your face again. 

Inside the dressing room Hoseok was not less humiliated than you were. 

He was walking in quick circles while holding his head tightly feeling like the stupidest human on earth. Of course he had felt the tension and there was a part of him, a very big and dominate part, which wanted to give in to the tension, and just as he decided to go with the flow he screwed it up. 

Was it the fear of losing his friend? Or was it just him not really knowing how to approach you in a situation like that? he couldn’t tell, but just by the look on your face and the stammer in your voice he knew he had fvcked up, fvcked up real badly this time. 

He had wanted to grab your arm and pull you into his chest, but still something in him couldn’t do it and he hated it. He hated the feeling he had probably caused to you, he could only imagine how you would overthink as you so often did, and how you would end up putting all the blame on your own shoulders. 

When it in fact was all his fault. 

Even the excuse was so lame, he had already perfected the speech and you knew that. 

He let out a sigh as he stopped walking around and proceeded to sit down on the couch.  It would be so awkward to face you now. 

*Knock Knock* 

“Come in!” Hoseok yelled but his eyes couldn’t look at anything but the ground in utter shame. 

“What happened to you? You look like you spilled your last sprite all over the floor.” Even the witty comment from Jin couldn’t make Hoseok smile which gave Jin the notice that something was defiantly wrong. 

“Jin I fvcked up so bad.” 

Jin sat himself down beside Hoseok already having a feeling of what this was about. Hoseok had tried to fool the members so many times that he and you were nothing, but now that he was also trying to fool himself he did nothing but hurt himself. 

“What happened hmm? Y/N confessed and you rejected her, or?” 

Hoseok let out a scoff. He was still not looking at anything but the ground and Jin was getting softer just looking at him. 

Hoseok wasn’t one to pour his heart out, but with the new album he had released it was like a part of him opened up and he wasn’t about to close it again. Which meant relying more on his members when telling them his feelings. True feelings. 

“It might as well have been that...” Jin crooked an eyebrow now seeing the hopeless expression on his face tear even deeper. 

“There was this- tension between us, and it was clear as daylight that she wanted me to kiss her... and I wanted to, but I just... couldn’t. I said that I had to practice my speech and she got the hint and left. Hyung, just the expression on her face.” Hoseok sighed and shook his head lightly. 

Jin couldn’t help the small scoff which Hoseok didn’t really mind, he knew that it was bad and that he shouldn’t have done something like that. 

“Hoseokii... You’ll have to bring the topic out one way or the other. Tell her how you feel, be honest, the most important thing is that you don’t let this stay in the dark. You two clearly like each other as more than friends and if you’re brave enough it could turn to something rather beautiful.” 

Hoseok looked up at Jin finally. He knew Jin always had a good advice so maybe that was why he trusted him with this. 

“Thanks Hyung. You’re right... it’s just difficult.” 

“I know... Well, I’ll leave you so you can practice your speech.” Jin stood up and couldn’t help but tease Hoseok who now was feeling slightly better. But Hoseok didn’t take that lightly. 

“Aish.” Swinging a pillow he hit Jin with it and both laughed. The two left the dressing room walking through the hallway and out the door to the big party hall. He immediately spotted you talking alone with Jimin both of you laughed and you hit Jimin slightly. 

Why were you two suddenly so close? Did something happen?

He would have to talk to you, but looking at the clock he knew there weren’t enough time, the guests would be showing any minute now and Hoseok realized that with the nervousness crawling up his spine. 

“Hoseok do you want us to turn on the music now?” A staff member came up to him immediately when he and Jin walked out of the door leading to the hallway, on the door was a sign showing ‘staff members only’. 

“Uhm yea, you got the right playlist right?” Jin smiled before leaving Hoseok to his job. 

Everything looked stunning. From the small tables standing so people had somewhere to put their drinks, to the strong lights changing color in a comfortable speed. 

The bar was filled, welcome drinks were ready and Jhopes new album logo was shining brightly on the wall at the scene showing what it was all about. 

You were now standing at the far end of the room together with the rest of the members. All of you were chatting among smaller groups. You, Namjoon and Jungkook was engaged in a conversation, even though Jungkook didn’t say much to you. Jimin and Taehyung talked about some other stuff. 

“Y/N, you know what we all work with why don’t you enlighten us and tell us what you work with?” It was Namjoon who asked and even if some of them were talking among themselves they all seemed to genuinely care about the question. 

“Well officially I work as a teacher in a high school.” All of them seemed to get surprised hearing that, you weren’t the teacherly type of person and you knew that, so the amused faces didn’t confuse you. 

“Wow, high schoolers are lucky these days, when I went to school we had an angry old male teacher, really boring type of person.” Jimin proceeded to say making your cheeks heat up, luckily no one noticed in the strong light. 

“You don’t seem like the teacher type of person though, no offense.” Jungkook said, one of the first things he had said to you in this evening. You knew he had gotten a glass of Champagne, just like yourself, so maybe he was starting to open up. 

Not that you couldn’t handle that though. 

“Non-taken, well I teach English, but in my free time I both write and make music.” 

Now that seemed to catch their interest and your nervousness to rise. You knew it was probably the music part which they noticed as they all worked with music themselves, but you couldn’t help but to feel stupid for saying it, you weren’t nearly as good as any of them. 

“Music? Wow Hoseok never mentioned that.” Taehyung said making you chuckle awkwardly. You took a big sip of the champagne you were holding knowing you would need it. 

“I kind off told him not to tell anyone that I work with music.” You scratched your nape trying to think of a way to get out of the conversation, but you had intrigued them all to know just why you didn’t want anyone to know. 

“Why would you not want him to tell anyone? You have such a good connection in Hoseok, he could introduce you to people who could help you become a star on your own.” Taehyung again said and the others nodded. 

You sighed defeated. 

“Well I don’t want to abuse Hoseoks position as Jhope, and I’m not really confident in my music, it’s not a dream of mine to become a famous producer I just really enjoy to play around with some beats and then maybe sell them to a company.” You shrugged trying to explain your situation. There were many reasons as to why you had made the decision to stay hidden from fame and you weren’t about to explain them all, but you gave them some of your most valid reasons. 

They all seemed to understand what you meant which you were grateful for. Smiling you saw Jin make his way over to your big group and you immediately changed the topic. 

“Jin hey! Are you excited to meet the guests?” You practically yelled startling the others you took a quick sip as Jin approached you

Just as he was about to answer music started playing it was comfortable not to loud but also not totally in the background. Jin shrugged giving you a ‘Meh’ expression. You had figured that they all would be good at handeling people, but you could clearly see them all being just as nervous as you if not more. 

“I’m not very good at talking with strangers.” He gave a short but truthful answer. 

“Well you seem to have no problem talking with me.” Your smile was bright and in the light it almost made the guys hearts flutter. They all knew you were off-limit which was fine for them, but you still were a beautiful women and they were men. 

“Oh but darling you’re no stranger, Hoseok has already told us to much about you.” You couldn’t help the loud laughter, all the boys returned your smiles. Now onto this again.

“What a tease you are Jimin.” You said knowing exactly what you said. He played along sending a wink your way which the rest of the boys immediately noticed. They wanted to question it, question Jimin especially what he was doing flirting with Hoseoks friend, but non of them said anything. 

You smiled slightly before looking away from Jimins stare, but he kept it going only looking at you and not giving a damn about who saw it. Licking his lips to spice it up he combed his hair back. You saw it all from the corner of your eyes and you weren’t the only one. 

On the other side of the room Hoseok noticed the looks you and Jimin were giving each other. But he also knew there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it, you weren’t his girlfriend, and you had every right to flirt with whoever you wanted to flirt with. 

But he soon enough got something else to worry about as the first guests came in. He greeted them with smiles and laughter showing them in and engaging in a conversation with them to try and maybe forget some of the feelings he had stirred up about you. But he found it hard as his eyes insisted in finding you wherever you were. 

30 minutes passed and all the guests had by now showed up. There was cheers with champagne glasses, there was loud talking, there were people dancing it was one big vibe all of it, and you loved it. 

Though it was very intimidating to be surrounded by all of these people of importance and big identities, to try and talk together with people you had never met before but only seen on interviews and tv, the champagne in your blood had been putting you more at ease. You were anything to nearly being drunk, but the tip of your nervousness had been taken away by the flowing alcohol in your blood. Which you did not complain about. 

Right now you were standing together with Jimin and the famous actor and model Kim Young-Kwang, who you were a big fan of as you were a TV lover, everything K-dramas, movies, series you loved it all.  You were trying very hard at hiding you fan behavior though, and seeing Youngkwang carelessly laugh at a joke you fired you concluded that you were succeeding. 

Jimin too was laughing joyably at your joke. When the laughter died down you quickly took a sip of your champagne as Youngkwang asked you a question that you had expected sooner or later. 

“Tell me Y/N, how do you know Jhope?” He seemed to be very interested in the topic as he obviously couldn’t recognize you as a celeb. You smiled before answering.  

“He’s my friend, we go back all the way to primary school.” You said with a light smile, but you were confused when you got another of those knowing smiles from Youngkwang, one of those teasing smiles. 

“Sure you’re just friends?”

“Yes, why?” You swallowed hard anticipating his reply. Was it really that obvious that you liked him?

“Cause he’s been staring at you for 5 minutes now.” Youngkwang said and as soon as he did you froze. Both him and Jimin got joyful laughs on their faces as they saw your slightly panic stage. Both of them were standing in front of you having a view to behind you and both had noticed that Hoseok hadn’t taken his eyes of you for now 5 minutes. He was standing together with Namjoon and the musician Jinbo, but he wasn’t really engaged in the conversation they were holding as all his focus were on you.

But you were no chicken when it came to Hoseok so turning around you made eye contact with him for a second before he retreated his eyes and fully engaged in the conversation trying to hide himself there. 

The laughter died down behind you as both of them saw how he didn’t want to look at you so when you turned around a defeated glint in your eyes they couldn’t help but to both feel empathy for you. 

“I guess it’s complicated.” 

Youngkwang felt bad for even bringing it up. He didn’t really know you, but just talking to you and also Jimin like this was nice and for once it was easy, no awkward tension or embarrassing moments, just a nice flow. He had been worried to come here like most others had, but finding some easy going people like you and Jimin was what motivated him. 

“You know what? Screw him, or not really cause I’m very grateful to be invited and it’s his party, but... you know what I mean. Why don’t we all go meet some people? Then we can get some drinks and we can all partyyy.” You found yourself laughing at how silly Youngkwang sounded in that moment. You had admired him so much from the tv, but seeing him like this not in a character role or in a total formal setting was nice. You weren’t the most formal person either and you always talked comfortable. 

It eased you up and it reminded you of Hoseok. 

Cause when you looked at him it wasn’t Jhope you saw – it was Hoseok. You had never really thought of him as some famous celebrity even though he was, but more as your friend you relied so much on. Remembering that was also what made you want to come here in the first place, to get to see who all of these famous people was without a spotlight on them. 

“That sounds like a great plan actually.” You downed the rest of your champagne after saying that. Jimin couldn’t help but chuckle at your little figure downing that glass. 

“Well what are we waiting for then.” 

But just as you three were about to go on and find some new friends the music suddenly turned off and all you heard was two ‘ah’ ‘ah’ sounds from the mic. 

Turning around to the stage you saw Hoseok standing there in all his glory, mic in hand and light on him, but you immediately noticed his panic as well. Seeing all the signs in his body language, how his hands shook, he couldn’t stand still and his breathing being too fast even for him: It was like he was snapping after air.   In that moment of vulnerability you suddenly realized something you hadn’t even given one thought. Hoseok was dripping with anxiety for how this would go. 

You felt useless, foolish and most of all selfish in that moment. For the last 50 minutes or so you had only been thinking about your own emotions, your own pride and humiliation, you didn’t spare a thought to Hoseok as he was the one who had caused you the humiliation, but what had you expected from him? That he would jump into a kiss with you when he already had thousands of things on his mind?  Were you really that selfish for thinking he would just throw everything he had to be with you? Apparently so...

Looking at him you two got eye contact again, but instead of looking away or with a harsh facial expression you tried your best at giving him an uplifting smile.  Hoseok felt his shaking breathe calm down the moment he saw two thumps-up from you and the smile he loved. 

And before he even knew it he started his speech. He walked around jumping a little here and there, throwing some jokes and really engaging people. This was what you meant when you said Hoseok was born to perform, he was natural and calming to listen to and not a single soul was not listening. 

And when his speech and explanation of what would happen was done everyone clapped and your eyes followed him as he went down from the stage to sit beside Jungkook. 

The first track on Jhopes album began and your eyes still lingered on Hoseok as you admired just how much he was focusing on the sound, on everything, the lights analyzing if everything went right. 

“I’m really sorry you two, but I have to find Taehyung and talk to him about something, will you be fine Y/N?” Jimin was the one to interrupt your little bewilderment as you turned to him. 

Jimin didn’t want to leave you alone with Youngkwang if he saw even the slightest bit of uncertainty in your eyes, but he also knew that you easily could converse with strangers, beside Youngkwang was now an acquaintance who he had an idea could become a good friend to you as both of you seemed to be agreeable people.  

So it didn’t surprise him when you shook your head. 

“Of course Jimin, you can go look for Taehyung I’ll be fine.” 

Jimin then went on and found Taehyung were you saw them start a conversation while the second track started playing.  Your eyes shifted for a short while to Hoseok who was still sitting with Jungkook now bobbing their heads in tack to the music. 

“So Y/N, you want something to drink?” You looked over at Youngkwang again remembering how much you had admired this man for his acting skills in dramas, how you would sit up to late night and binge-wacth one of his many dramas. It was amazing to see him in person so chill, and he seemed to be even more relaxed in your present as he had someone to talk to.  Could you tell him that you were fan of him? Judging from how he seemed right now you could tell him and he would be honored. 

“Yea, I could use a drink.” The both of you giggled as you proceeded to walk towards the bar where not many people were as all of them were listening to Jhopes album. 

When you reached the bar he immediately asked you what you wanted to drink. 

“I’ll take a... paloma.” 

“I see we like it refreshing.” An attractive smile covered his face making you just a little flustered. 

“Well yea, I don’t really like if my drink has a too bitter taste of pure alcohol. It just puts me off.” Youngkwang understood your reasoning, he himself wasn’t a too big fan of that bitter taste alcohol had. 

You took a moment to look around from where you were standing. The bar was slightly higher up so you had a good view of the screen showcasting Hoseoks music videos. 

Speaking off you now observed as Jin too sat himself down joining both Hoseok and Jungkook. 

“Here’s your drink miss. I hope it taste.” You couldn’t help but laugh as Youngkwang handed you your drink acting as a server he had even found a dishtowel to put over his arm, he gave you a little bow as you took the glass with a chuckle. 

“You know I’m actually a big fan of your work.” You said calmly as ever while Youngkwang placed the dishtowel from where he took it. 

When he turned to you it was with a smile. You took a sip of your drink when suddenly a new voice came into the conversation startling you. You defiantly knew that voice, but where you had heard it you couldn’t quite place so when you turned around to see the man who had joined you two you were surprised to the core.  You felt your cheeks go hot at the beautiful man before you. 

Singer and actor Cha Eunwoo was the one to join you two, he went directly over to Youngkwang and gave him some sort of bro-hug you weren’t familiar with. When Youngkwang saw him he immediately responded with a smile very bright. 

The two had to be familiar with one another, maybe cause they both had acted before? 

“Are you here too?” Youngkwang questioned whereafter Eunwoo frowned looking at him with a questionable face. 

“No, that’s why I’m standing in front of you.”  His deep voice did startle you just slightly, but you controlled. It took all your self-control to not just scream right there on your spot as some crazy fan.  If Youngkwang where a big person to meet for you don’t even begin to talk about Eunwoo. The heartthrob of all heartthrobs were standing just before you smiling and laughing with one of his friends that you had just befriended. The lights in the room wasn’t making it better as he was lighten up in both purple, green red and blue.  

Could life get better?

“And who are you pretty?” Eunwoo turned to you intimidating you more than ever. He had that smile on his face that screamed out to you wanting you to scream as well. 

“I’m Y/N, Hoseoks friend.” That you could even keep your voice out of pitch was a relief to you, surely it had been the alcohol keeping you down or you would have been running around screaming.  Especially with all the nicknames you had been given tonight.  

Eunwoo seemed to be surprised by that, he hadn’t seen you talk to Jhope once this evening, the only people he had seen you with was Youngkwang and Jimin.  Eunwoo had noticed you the moment he stepped into this place, not that he had been mesmerized by you, but he had found you attractive cause you were a very beautiful women.

He had tried to find a good time to fall into talk with you so when he saw you and Youngkwang who he was friends with go over to the bar he found an opportunity to go talk with you both. 

“Well Jhopes a lucky guy to have such a beautiful friend.” Eunwoo had a smile on his face which you could not penetrate, it seemed to be a very flirty smile, but at the same time it had a touch of something you just couldn’t make out. Non the less it did heat up your cheeks which Eunwoo this time noticed and when he did you couldn’t help but smile.

“Tell us Y/N, what do you work with cause I cannot see to understand what you would work with.” Youngkwang was the one to break the silence after the bomb of score line that Eunwoo dropped, which you were thankful for as you couldn’t think of anything to say.  

Youngkwang had noticed the flirty tone in his friends voice, but he couldn’t seem to see what you were thinking about it. If you liked it or if it was too much for you. You displayed both emotions and when Youngkwang noticed that you were a little uncomfortable in your body-language he broke the silence and found another topic. 

You had never felt this noted before, two really attractive males were standing in front of you both pair of eyes on you. Youngkwang were leaning back a little using the bar as a rest point, but Eunwoo was standing just before you almost shadowing your view of anything else.  If you were honest it was all a bit too much. Not cause they were looking at you or giving you compliments, but because your brain simply couldn’t handle anymore. It was already filled to the brim with Hoseok and the incident which happened between the two of you, it didn’t make it better that you knew non of what Hoseoks thoughts about that was. 

So honestly your brain as an overthinker just could not take anymore. 

Which was why you replied with some tiredness in your voice, luckily the two didn’t notice that. 

“Uhm... I work as a teacher in a high school, but in my free time I’m a writer.” It was on purpose you didn’t say anything about music knowing they would ask tons of questions about that. 

You really just wanted to go to the bathroom to take a moment, but you didn’t want to seem rude and leave the two there. So when you suddenly heard a newly familiar voice you almost wanted to scream as your brain was too tired, but what the voice said was the thing that kept you calm. 

“Hey guys, I’m sorry could I steal Y/N for a moment?” Jimins arm sneaked around your shoulder pulling you closer to him steading your lost balance. 

“Yea sure.” Youngkwang was quick to answer, he did notice your demeanor almost crumbling bit by bit. 

Both of the men noticed how Jimin talked and placed himself, he was almost aggressive in his way of attending the situation. He send a clear message that they should back off. Eunwoo didn’t understand the fuss, but he did however back off a little and retreat his flirting. 

Youngkwang however understood just perfectly why Jimin did as he did, he was setting you off limit cause of the trouble between you and Hoseok. Even if he didn’t know what had happened between the two of you it was obvious that something had happened. 

Eunwoo of course couldn’t know any of this as he hadn’t been there when the conversation between you three took place, but in the way Jimin was standing it was noticeable that you were off-limits. 

Jimin then dragged you away from the other two. You weren’t totally sure where you two were going, but you were sure that you were both thankful and secure.   

The two of you stopped in a corner where the music wasn’t so loud. Jimins concerned voice filled the air as he started talking. “Are you okay Y/N?” 

Jimin who was determined to keep an eye on you had noticed Eunwoos straightforward behavior and even though he couldn’t see your face he noticed your uncomfortable figure.

“Yea, It was just a bit too much, Hoseok is filling all the space in my brain so I can barely function right.”

“Do you want to go and take a rest in the dressing room?” 

“No, I really want to get drunk and forget Hoseok.” And Jimin of course couldn’t say no to those begging eyes. 

So that was what you were doing now. 3 hours later and you were drunkenly dancing around with Jimin and Taehyung. 

Jhope had showed his new album earlier and everyone enjoyed it. Now it was just party for the rest of the night and you sure took that seriously.  You had met so many new people too, some of them being Jessi, LIPJ, Peakboy, HyunA and Dawn, Kid Milli and so on... 

You wouldn’t say you were the center of attention, but there sure were a lot of people chanting your name as you danced and partied.  You were very drunk, but so were everyone else so no one noticed how loud and clumsy you were – lucky you. 

You had also had the pleasure to talk to Youngkwang and Eunwoo again now that you’re were more relaxed thanks to the alcohol. Both of them seemed like they delt with alcohol better than you, so they had gotten a good laugh when they saw your clumsy behavior. 

Camaras filming Jhope and how it was going had turned off a long time ago making the atmosphere even more crazy as non of you had to worry about reputation. 

Hoseok was also dancing together with Jungkook who was chuckling like a little baby at the whole thing. Jungkook and Hoseok were both almost as drunk as you, but they kept it cool moving till the beats of the songs. 

But when Hoseok suddenly heard your name getting chanted around the room he abruptly stopped his dancing while Jungkook kept going.  He had noticed that you had been making friends around the room getting close to epically Jimin and talking a lot with Youngkwang. Every time he saw you lean onto Jimin cause you were dying of laughter he felt a pang in his heart, he knew he could have been that guy, but he wasn’t and that hurt. 

But something in him saw red the moment Jimins hands found you waist among the dancing people and he pulled you into him, dancing very closely with drunk you who accepted without question. 

Peoples chanting was long gone when Jimin pulled you into him. Everyone was minding their own business not noticing you two at all, expect one, and that was exactly the reason Jimin pulled you into him.  Because you and Jimin had set a goal for the evening which was to make Hoseok so jealous that he would storm over to you and hopefully he would end your friendship and turn it into something more. 

And it looked like it was working, cause out of the corner of your eye you saw Hoseok march up to the two of you and when you felt Jimin get pulled away from your back and your wrist get taken by a firm grip you knew the two of you had succeeded. 

It was when Jimin had seen you come out from the dressing room earlier that day that you had opened up to him telling him what had happened and how you felt, it had been in the mere moment your vulnerability had failed you and you couldn’t stop talking even if you wanted to. 

Jimin as the cunning and sweet guy he was had plotted the idea together in his head and introduced you to it, you not knowing what else to do had said yes and that was what lead you to here.

You couldn’t help but let a victory smile take over your lips as Hoseok was dragging you between body after body and marching up to the door written ‘staff only’. 

When he reached the door and pulled it open you were surrounded by a hallway full of light, your eyes scrunched together. 

He took two steps into the hallway before smashing you up against the wall and trapping you there with his two hands placed on either side of your head. His eyes were filled with rage, jealousy and the strongest emotion passion. 

Like a dear caught in the headlights you were standing there between the wall and Hoseok, a whimper almost left you at the way he was pressing himself up against you. Your chest were pressed into his toned body and his chest was right in your eyesight, but your head was turned up towards him giving him sight of an innocent stare that drove him crazy. 

“Are you doing it on purpose?” His voice almost scared you as it was filled with venom, but somehow you found that extremely hot combined with the way he was eyeing you. 

“What?” 

“Making me jealous.” A teasing smile found it’s way to your lips making him boil with heat as he already there got his answer. There was no air between you, body against body. 

His head was approaching yours in the speed of light stopping just before your lips. You were breathing in Hoseoks air and he was breathing yours, if either of you moved just slightly your lips would touch. 

“Maybe, is it working?” 

“Fucking yes it’s working.” 

Hoseok slammed his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. Lips were molding against one another making sounds that were anything but innocent and you loved it everything inside you were exploding and it only grew when you felt his hot tongue slide over your bottom lip asking for permission. When Hoseoks tongue skillfully snuck into your mouth and tasted every corner he could get to you felt a heat inside you start to grow.   

You were so fucking perfect in Hoseoks mind. The way you tasted the way you whimpered for him, every little thing was so teasing almost as if your sensuality were mocking him, making him go for the big prize, but could he really fuck you at his own party? Oh hell yea, he could, he should and he would. 

When Hoseok tapped your thighs instructing you to jump you didn’t waste any second. You jumped up Hoseok catching your thighs as you wrapped yourself around his hard abdomen. 

While still in a passionate kiss he walked you two into the dressing room. 

Your arms had wrapped around his neck and your hands were calmly scratching his back sending chills through his spine. It was a funny connection of your hands being so gentle on his back while your mouth were passionately kissing him, it made him smile into the kiss which you responded to with one of your own. 

Hoseok locked the door to the room after seeing no one was in there were he after walked over to the sofa and gently laid you down with him on top. 

He raised his head to look at you who were so beautifully sprawled out on the big sofa. Both of your breathings were heavy and quick snapping after the air. 

“Do you want this?” The question was so vulnerable gently laid out for you to answer. 

“I do, very much.” Your answer gave both of you smiles, you felt Hoseoks hands find your hips squeezing them ever so gently before going up to your waist. Just his touch were making you crazy, letting out a very soft moan Hoseok couldn’t help but groan in response.  He wanted to make you loud, to make you scream his name louder than what you had screamed on the dance floor. He wanted to make your hips move faster than they had done in the dance with Jimin and he wanted to make you come undone for him and him only to witness. 

Hoseok started giving you light kisses on your jaw which soon turned very wet and hot as his tongue came out to play over your skin. He moved on down to your neck where he quickly found your sweet spot just under your ear. 

“You’re so damn beautiful.” 

He had moved up to your ear whispering there while softly but with some firm background biting your earlobe. 

“Especially when you frown in pleasure- God, yes just like that little peach.” 

You just couldn’t keep your moan in when he said things like that to you and specially not when he started rocking his hips against your already more than wet .... 

“Gonna make you fucking scream for me, yell my name out so everyone in the building knows who you fucking belong to.” 

He dove into your neck again this time with a fire you had never seen in him before, but there was many things you hadn’t seen before which would soon enough be unraveled.

His hands started roaming around your body touching your figure and itching it into his brain, he wanted to remember everything about you. 

“I need to give you hickeys so Jimin and Eunwoo fucking knows you’re taken.” He said a growl in his voice, but you couldn’t help the laugh that left you thinking about his jealousy towards Jimin who he didn’t need to fear any bit. 

“Why the fvck are you laughing?”  

“Cause of your jealousy towards Jimin.” Hoseoks face turned into a frown looking at you with a questionable look, but when he saw the smirk on your face he already knew what had happened. 

“You’re so fvcking done Y/N. I’m showing you no mercy you sly little fox. My peach has turned into a manipulator hasn’t she? Gonna punish your little ass.” 

Hoseok raised himself from the sofa as you couldn’t stop the smirk. He was standing hovering over you and with a look that could kill he crossed his arms and started giving you orders. 

“Take your shirt off.” 

And just like that you turned into the submissive little creature you were. You knew Hoseok was strict when it came to things he was passionate about, but never did you consider that he was dominant in bed. He hungered for control over his little peach and you were happy to give it to him, because of one thing – You trusted him. And if it ever became to much you knew he would stop. 

Not that you wanted that though as you slowly lifted the tee off your head, the tee which he gave you, and he couldn’t help but to feel some certain rights over you with that on. 

When the shirt was off Hoseok couldn’t stop staring at your figure, how your waist disappeared into your high waisted pants, how your chest kept going up and down in rapid moves and how your whole face was smiling so innocently up at him.  You were one big fvcking tease. 

“Lay down on your stomach.” 

Turning around you made sure to let your ass stick up just slightly swinging it in the air for him to see, your face turned around seeing how he was almost loosing his cool. 

Hoseok placed himself on the sofa behind you. He was quick to take off his shirts and throw them somewhere before leaning down to your back. His chest was so hot against your back you could fell every muscle every little line of him and he made sure to give it all to you. 

His hands automatically found your hips as he slowly started rolling his hips sending electric shocks to your tummy. 

“Ahh... yes.” 

“Hmm you like that huh?” 

Hoseok again nibbled your earlobe before his lips went down to your nape. He started sucking roughly slowly making his way to one side of your neck before he went to the other. His tongue was easing it up a bit, but it still did hurt a little, but that only added to your pleasure. 

“mhmm.” 

But suddenly Hoseok stopped when he raised to his knees. His hands was still on your hips and slowly he went in under them and the sofa raising them a bit before finding his way to your zipper.  Slowly he zipped them down and pulled your pants all the way down to your ankels were you threw them off yourself. 

“Get on your knees.” You did making him get a good view of your wet panties. He groaned just seeing the view and taking a look of you just in that position made him even harder than he was. His own pants were getting really uncomfortable but he dismissed it giving you his full attention for now. 

His hands grabbed both your cheeks squeezing and pulling them apart to get a better view. You had never been a big fan of ass-playing, but damn... The way Hoseoks hands were so rough in his movements but soft against your skin was paradise and it made your moans go just an octave up.  You were startled though when a hard slap found it’s way to your right cheek making you move forward with a loud moan. 

Why was that so fvcking good? To get slapped like that from Hoseok was on a whole other level. 

“You liked that huh? Want me to do it again?” There was an aggressiveness in his voice and even if he covered it as a question you both knew he would do it again no matter what. 

A slap to the left cheek made you moan again even louder this time. 

The view of your beautiful figure in front of Hoseok made him want to just fuck you endlessly into the couch, but he wanted to make it last a little, wanted to make you feel and experience new things. 

“Little peach can you stand up for me?” You seriously could not keep up with how he switched in his demeanor, one moment he was ordering you around giving you slaps and growling at you, the next he was gentle and asked you. But you couldn't get enough of it either. 

You stood up waiting for what he wanted. Hoseok too stood up and placed himself right in front of you. He started kissing you again his tongue already rolling against yours as his hands found the clasp of your bra, but before he took it off he asked. 

“Can I take this off?” 

“Yes, you don’t even need to ask Hoseok, you can do anything you want to me I don’t care what it is.” He knew that, but he wanted to be sure that you really wanted this, that it wasn’t only the drunk you who spoke. 

Taking it off his hands immediately found your breasts. You groaned into his mouth which he swallowed up right away. His thumps brushed over your nipples which harden by the second he touched them.  Hoseok started guiding you both back to the sofa where he sat himself down. 

You were looking down at him and he was looking up at you. Hoseok didn’t even need to ask you when you took your panties off stepping out of them, you could see it in his eyes the want to taste you. 

He laid himself down on the sofa before asking you something you hadn’t expected. 

“Sit on my face.” Your eyes widen making him chuckle looking up at you. 

“What?” 

“Sit on my face, ride my face.” You felt yourself drip at the thought of having him beneath you like that, just the mere image of it in your head was making you wet so without any further notice you placed yourself over his face. Your thighs were taking most of the weight making sure you didn’t crush him. 

“You’re fucking dripping.” Hoseok licked his lips wetting them before he guided your hips down onto his face placing your entrance just before his mouth. 

The way your thighs were surrounding his head had him throbbing in his oversized pants which still made him feel uncomfortable with them on.  The thought of his tongue being buried into your most sensitive bodypart was a dream for him, that he could feed on your sweetness. 

Your sounds turned so unholy that you were sure they could hear it down in hell when Hoseoks tongue took one long stroke in your entrance and ended at your clit which he proceeded to suck gently on. He was almost pulling the moan out of you the way his tongue worked over your entrance. 

“Urgh... You’re so wet peach, all for me.” Hoseoks tongue dove into you and he started his pace at an abnormal speed. His tongue was dancing inside of you sending shivers to your whole body. “Shit! Yes Hoseok right there!”

You should have known that he meant it when he said he had control over every muscle in his body, cause his tongue was doing a damn good job. It all reminded you back to the day he had invited you to see him dance, he had been dripping in sweat when he was done, and you had been so attracted to that without even knowing it. He had danced so insanely good there, but this, sh*t that tongue had skills. 

Your hips were already rocking against his tongue seeking for some relief from the heavy feelings you were having. He enjoyed it, the way your body moved over him - Pushing him down into the couch, and strong thighs which were locking more and more around his head. Everything about that was satisfactory. 

Hoseok was slurping your juices into his mouth which only added to all the new sounds you two were making. Sucking on your clit Hoseok let out a growl as you moaned his name. “Hoseok...”  The growl sent a shock of heat up through your body. 

You felt something start to grow in your lower stomach and you knew that you were close. Hoseok felt it as well, how your walls clenched around his tongue begging him to keep going just even faster. 

You felt a slap on your right cheek again only adding to the incredible things you were feeling right now. 

“Hoseok... Urgh, I’m almost there.” You rocked harder seeking that stage of complete spams in your body. Hoseok wanted to say dirty words to let you cum, but he had his mouth filled with you, so instead he used his hands to squeeze your ass, roam your breasts and guide you to your orgasm. 

And it hit you like a knockout blow. Letting a riddle of curse words escape your mouth you stiffened as Hoseok kept his tongue going. You arched your back so much that you actually fell back, luckily Hoseok had his legs placed just behind your back so you leaned onto them instead. 

The slurps and licking only got faster and longer as your cum spilled into his mouth. He was like a hungry dog swallowing everything he could, and when it finally was over he couldn’t stop his licks devoting your every drop of cum. 

Your whole body gave up the moment you came down from your orgasm. If it hadn’t been for Hoseok being under you, you were sure you would have just laid there forever, but Hoseok was under you so you stood up on wombling legs as he got up from the couch.

Cheeks, lips, nose, jaw, everything was covered and glistening with your cum and it drove you crazy. 

“My little peach taste fvcking amazing.” Hoseok said as he pulled you over to him and again laid you down on the sofa. 

This time it was your turn to watch as he took his pants off. God what a sight. Hoseok was standing ever so beautifully in front of you in only a pair of black boxers. But the sight of him tucking them down as well and seeing his cock jump out standing tall to his lower stomach was even better.  You bite into your bottom lip as he hovered over you, on his knees in between your legs. 

“Wait I don’t think I have a condom.” 

“It’s fine I’m on the pill.” You couldn’t help but chuckle as you saw Hoseok getting panicked for a split second. “God that means I can actually feel you around my fvcking cock.” A groan left his lips by the thought of it, you clenching around him and covering his cock with your juices, that would be something. 

Hoseok positioned himself, pumping his cock a few times he gave you a kiss as to distract you before he entered you. Both of you let out hisses as he was big and you were tight, but it felt so good to be stretcthed out like that by him.

One slow stretcth as his cock filled you to the brim.   

Hoseoks breath was heavy almost as if he had been dancing for a whole performance when he said “Just tell me when I can move.” 

One or two minutes went by with him kissing your lips and neck, telling you sweet words such as ‘God you’re so beautiful’, ‘You’re doing so good’ and ‘My little peach is so sexy’. Every time his lips cam on yours you got a glimpse of the taste of yourself.

You would never get enough of him saying sweet little sentences while he was inside you, but now you really wanted him to move. “You can move.” 

“You sure?” A smile filled your lips when he again asked for permission. 

“Yes! Hoseok I’m more than sure.” 

Giving you a smile he slowly went out only stopping when his tip were inside your entrance and with one slow stroke he again went in. He couldn’t stop kissing you while quickening his pace as if he would only survive with your lips placed on his. 

His pace became quicker and quicker for each stroke. You were a moaning mess by now, hair all tangled and legs graduality shaking more and more. Hoseok wasn’t much better himself, growling and moaning together with you. 

He loved the way your breasts were bouncing and legs were tangling up in his, there was something so magically about the connection between you two right now that he never wanted to let go of. 

He remembered only some hours ago when he came to pick you up from the alley, he just couldn’t stop looking at you, it was the same now looking at your face tormented in pleasure was a gift he would never forget and when your anguished yet supplicated voice told him - “Please Hoseok, I’m so close.” he could feel himself almost spilling all his seeds into you, but he was keen on making you cum first. 

Without further notice Hoseok pulled one of your legs up around his shoulder. The new angle was the final point for you as his dick hammered into you in a spot you never thought would be touched. “OMG! HOSEOK!” And of course he got his way once again when he said he would make you scream his name.

Cumming for the second time that night you could feel how you were getting overstimulated, legs were giving up and your stomach was turning. 

It only took a few hard strokes for Hoseok to cum after you. He was literally drilling his dick into you as all his seeds swam into you. “God I love you so much.” All your tiredness disappeared the moment those words whispered their way out of Hoseoks mouth, did he mean that? or was it just an innocent line filled with nothing? 

 When there was no more to give Hoseok collied on you, head resting on your chest. Your fingers automatically found his hair and started playing with them as you felt him slowly start to kiss your skin. 

“I love you so much Y/N.” It was not just an innocent line, it was real. Your face seriously could not contain it’s smile as you wrapped yourself around Hoseok. A chuckle left his mouth when he felt your small arms and legs tangle up with him pulling him even closer than he already was. “I love you more. Took you long enough to figure that out.” 

Hoseok slowly pulled out of you again both his and your cum spilled out making a mess on the couch, but right now non of you cared enough to do anything about it. 

 “GUYS!! Are you done in there cause I’m running out of ideas of what to tell the staff members to why they can’t come in here.” And just like that both of you got clothes on faster than a flash and cleaned the couch. Going out of the dressing room a tired Jimin stood there waiting with that stupid smirk on his face.

“Took you long enough to confess to each other.” 

“Oh shut up Jimin.” Hoseok said but he didn’t even try and hide the smile displaying on his face. 

Guess Hoseok wasn’t the only one who could get his way with certain things – You just managed to make Hoseok so jealous that he had angry sex with you, and you were damn proud about it.  

*Do not translate or repost! This is work of trina864*

[cassandraclare]

The Letter Game (in full)

Many have asked to read last week’s letter game in a slightly simpler format. So here it is, for everyone’s enjoyment in plain text, under the cut. The action takes place between Chain of Gold and Chain of Iron. Read on . . .

1: INVITATION

To all and sundry—

The leaves are changing, and with them the season. It grows colder in London by the day, and even without the pestilence that recently ravaged us, even without demons breathing down our necks, cold with chill—now is the time for all good Shadowhunters to come to one another’s aid, and support one another in that most hallowed Nephilim tradition: song and dance.

So, a Musicale! The Townsends are pleased to invite the Enclave, in toto, to our West End home this Friday’s eve. Refreshments will of course be served, but the entertainment will be provided by you, our esteemed guests and friends. We would be so honored if you would help us welcome the coming of winter by bringing your most excellent capers and ballads, to keep us warm.

Grahame and Millie Townsend

2: Lucie » Cordelia

Cordelia, my sister, the very twin of my own heart,

Can you believe the Townsends’ invitation? How pretentious can one be, I ask you! It took all four Herondales an hour of discussion to conclude that “Friday’s eve” meant simply Friday evening rather than the eve before Friday (that is, Thursday). And is the demons or our necks that are meant to be cold with chill? “Cold with chill!” As a writer of words—no, even only as a reader of words—I am offended.

I digress, however. I write to ask whether you will be attending, as that will be significant to my own decision of whether to go. I asked James, and he was unenthused but “supposed” that “we must.” So I wish to let you know that if you don’t fancy attending, I believe James could be easily convinced. But, as unpleasant a night as it promises, I fear he may be correct that “we must.” You and he, after all, must do the social rounds as a betrothed pair, and I—well, I can hardly sit alone in my bedroom all night while all my friends witness Catherine Townsend’s cold-blooded murder of “O mio babbino caro.” 

So whatever your preference, I will be amenable. We can put on our frills and watch the most foolish of our set warble and prance, and at least we will have each other’s company and champagne. Or, if you’d prefer, tea and draughts in the Institute parlour. I am yours to command, my warrior-sister.

(I have realized only at this moment that perhaps you not only wish to attend but to perform yourself; if that is the case, I retract all previous mentions of warbling in favor of my unconditional enthusiastic support. I will even accompany you, if you wish, but I am not very good at the spinnet so please, something fairly slow would be best.)

Yours ever across the still waters of time and space,

L. Herondale

3: Ariadne » Anna

Dear Miss Lightwood,

I expect that you will have received the same invitation to the Townsends’ Musicale that the rest of the Enclave has. I write with the question of whether it’s your intention to attend, and to say that I hope that you will, and that I hope to see you there.

It’s not your sort of party, of course—dull, bourgeois, and stuffy, I imagine you’d say—but since as the daughter of the Inquisitor I am rarely able to appear at the more lively gatherings that you prefer, I do plan to attend myself, much as I would rather be elsewhere. (At one of those lively gatherings, perhaps?) Catherine will have my head if I am not there to keep her mother out of her hair, for one thing, and for another…well, I wish to see you.

I have it on fairly good authority that your brother and his roisterous band, or whatever they call themselves, are planning to be there. So I also write to implore you to come so that a cooler head will be present and any explosions, or implosions, or indeed bedlam of any kind, will be, if not prevented, at least more easily contained and cleaned up after.

For the event I am thinking of a dress I have, in a deep ruby color, with a rather striking neckline. I am no great judge of my own appearance, but I do know your taste and I daresay you will find it flatters me. For your part, I hope you will wear those pinstriped trousers you have. You have not worn them in an age, and I miss them, or rather, I miss how elegantly you wear them.

In short, I hope to see you there.

I know it is not your habit to keep letters from admirers, but rather to use them to kindle your fireplace. Perhaps that will be the destiny of this note as well, but I believe not. I come to you not as an admirer, after all, but as a friend, and one who wishes you all the best things in the world—

Yrs.,

Ariadne Bridgestock

4: Anna » Matthew

Mr. Fairchild—

Matthew, I have instructed the courier bringing you this note to evaluate your sobriety and, if it is found wanting, to slap you across the face twice. Straighten up and pay attention, you debauched fool. It’s still breakfast-time. And this is important.

Are you going to the Townsends’ musicale? 

Let me rephrase: if you know what’s good for you, you will be going to the Townsends’ musicale.

I hope to enjoy your company there, of course, as my friend and companion. But also, to be frank, I will need the support. My night was free and so I told them I would be there, but I wasn’t thinking, and now I’ve received a note from one A.B., letting me know in no uncertain terms that she will definitely be attending as well. It will be a large gathering, no doubt, and most of our time will be spent watching Thoby Baybrook chase after the juggling-balls he keeps dropping during his performance, rather than close-quarters socializing. But—and I trust in your confidence on this matter—I find I flutter with nerves. Imagine. I never flutter!

I hope I can count on you. I am not usually in the business of begging favors. However, this is an unusual situation. Matthew: she will be wearing the burgundy dress.

Anna

5: Ariadne » Matthew

To Matthew Fairchild—

All right, I’ve sent the letter. Against my better judgment, I should add. It seems more likely to drive her away than to attract her, to be honest, but you have her confidence in ways that I no longer do. If you think she is more likely to be there as a result, I will trust in your plan.

However.

I am fully aware that under most circumstances neither she nor you would be found as such a dreary party as an Enclave-wide musicale. (Nor would I, but as the daughter of the, et cetera et cetera, I hardly need to tell you.) So let this note serve as, not a threat, but a promise: if you even think about ditching the party for one of your Downworlder orgies, or whatever your usual scene, and you leave me and her to awkward politesse over stale canapes without showing up yourself…I will follow you to the ends of the Earth and your life will be forfeit. Forfeit, Fairchild. I daresay I can best you in a duel three times out of four, but also be assured I am very good with a dagger in the dark.

I look forward to enjoying this merry entry in the social season with you. I will see you there.

Yours sincerely,

Ariadne Bridgestock

6: Matthew » Cordelia

C,

No, that won’t do at all. There are already other C’s. Christopher, for instance. Also Caiaphas, a werewolf from whom I sometimes purchase wine. (He has an excellent nose, you see.)

Cordelia Carstairs, you need not worry about the Townsends’ party. First, none of Our Lot are planning to perform at all, but merely hang back and watch the festivities while imbibing and filling seats. You certainly shouldn’t worry that you’ll be asked to dance as you did at the Ruelle. This will not be the Ruelle. It will be far more insipid.

I’m sure J is focused entirely on your responsibilities as an engaged couple to make the rounds and be seen by the whey-faced provincials of the Enclave. He is correct, as always, the bastard, but he worries too much. Rest assured that we Thieves will be concocting a plan in which we are able to (1) have a good time at the most boring gathering of the season and (2) not miss cake. (I don’t know if you have had cake at the Townsends’. They are a tedious family, but their cook is some kind of confection-obsessed elf who performs great conjurings with spun sugar and buttercream.) (Yes, he really is an elf, I think. Or Catherine was having me on. His ears are fairly pointed, in any event.)

I do not particularly anticipate this musicale with great pleasure, but I do, of course, anticipate the opportunity to spend time in your presence with great relish. Truly, my parabatai could not have picked a more suitable bride with whom to be mutually bored to tears at parties for years to come. I suggest that for this one you bring a flask to tuck into your reticule. If you don’t, worry not; I will bring two. At least two.

I remain, as always, yours sincerely, etc etc,

Matthew Fairchild

7: James » Thieves

CONFIDENTIAL—DO NOT DISTRIBUTE—ON PAIN OF TORTURE—THIS MEANS YOU

Merriest of Thieves,

After extensive discussion, we’ve reached consensus (or as close as we will come) on our plan for Having Fun At the Townsends’ Musicale Even Though It Is a Musicale Hosted By the Townsends. (A variety of alternate names were proposed, but all have been vetoed by the plan’s organizer, that is, myself. Please do not continue to send proposed names, Matthew.)

Our esteemed colleague Christopher has, it seems, been working in his spare time on a new method of rapidly sending written messages without the use of couriers. Instead, messages are sent with a combination of runes (so bring your steles) and a propellant of Christopher’s own invention. I’m told that the technique is not yet flawless, but Mr Lightwood reports that it is ready to be shown and tested, and what better place than a party at which missing the main entertainment would be not disappointing, but rather a great relief.

Down a corridor from the Townsends’ main parlour is a small games room. I say games room, but in truth it is empty of games, and nobody ever uses it. It is windowless and a bit close, but mostly empty of furnishings and a suitable location for a scientific demonstration. Even better, the corridor itself departs the parlour with a dog-leg, and once one has passed around the corner, one is invisible to the notice of the other partygoers. (See attached floor plan of the first storey of the house; thanks to TL for his freehand drafting skills.)

This plan assumes that none of you are planning to perform in the musicale itself; if this is not the case, then MF wishes me to remind you both of your loyalties and to the overall philistine-like qualities of most of the guests.

Surely this will provide sufficient entertainment to get us all through the evening.

The party is only one days away, so if there are any questions about this plan, please hiss them to me sotto voce tomorrow night while Millie Townsend is performing her murder ballads.

Courage, half a league, half a league onward, and so on,

James H

PS: For those whose main draw to this party is Morgaint’s famous Victoria sponge, Christopher assures me that we should be done well in time for dessert. (I should add a warning that it should not be referred to as a Victoria sponge within earshot of Morgaint, as he will lecture you at length about the recipe’s preceding Victoria by centuries, the history of confection in pre-Roman Britain, and so on. He is very temperamental, even for a faerie.)

8: Thomas » Alastair

Dear Mr Carstairs—

We have not spoken in many weeks, presumably as a result of the unfortunate circumstances under which we last met. Nevertheless, I write this evening to extend my wishes for your family’s continued health and good fortune.

As I’m sure you know, this Friday marks an Enclave-wide social event at the home of the Mr and Mrs Townsend. I know that your sister will be in attendance, with her fiancé. The Lightwoods—Eugenia, Anna, Christopher, and myself—are also planning to be there. And, of course, we expect the family of our esteemed Consul, including both of her sons, to make an appearance.

Shall we expect to see you there? I ask merely because if so, I will not be attending. I understand that as your family will be there you have every right to attend, so I am happy to be the one who bows out of the evening.

Yours sincerely,

Mr T. Lightwood

9: Alastair » Thomas

Mr Lightwood

Tom

Look, you,

I am amazed and impressed by the effrontery of you writing to me to ask whether I will be attending an event only to them tell me that if I attend, you will not. No doubt you are feeling aggrieved about the last time we met. Well, so am I.  Jests and pranks from our schoolboy years are hardly a good enough reason for the kind of public humiliation I suffered, both from Matthew Fairchild’s rude outburst and your own. The very thought of attending a party with the likes of you sends me into a mixture of, on the one hand, paroxysms of helpless laughter, and on the other, a thumping headache of barely contained fury that I

[letter discarded, not sent]

Mr Lightwood,

Thank you for your kind letter.  I am, of course, aware of the upcoming affair at the home of the Townsends, through the usual means of receiving my own request to attend. It would seem to me obvious that I had no need of being informed about the party as though I would otherwise be ignorant of it. Unlike some of the London Shadowhunter families, the Townsends have only ever been courteous to the Carstairs family, and the implication that I wouldn’t have received exactly the same invitation that you did is exactly the kind of nonsense that

[letter discarded, not sent]

Thomas,

I won’t be attending the Townsends’ musicale, as I am already committed to a preferable previous engagement cleaning out the pigeon cages in the Regent’s Park Zoo.

Thank you for thinking of me.

Receipt of your letter is hereby acknowledged.

I don’t know why you would write to me at all, but please do not write back to try to explain.

[letter discarded, not sent]

Thomas,

I do want to apologize, I have tried to apologize, but every time I come near you a wall of your friends prevents me from doing so. You can hardly hold it against me that I have not apologized when you will not allow me to do so. Yes, I know what I did rises far above the level of a jest or a prank. But one must be allowed to make amends somehow, for otherwise what is there? Hopelessness? Not I suppose that you care much what I feel. Just because you are beloved of your friends, and ridiculously tolerably handsome, you think —

[Letter discarded, not sent]

10: Cordelia » James

J—

Do you need rescuing? Everyone is in the games room for Christopher’s demonstration, even Thomas, who has spent most of the evening hiding from my brother. You on the other hand have been waylaid in the corner with Mrs Whatshername. I tried to get close enough to intervene but was swept away myself by Mr Townsend, who wanted to tell me about his travels in the Levant when he was a younger man. Could not tell if he was confused about my family’s origins or he simply assumed anyone would be fascinated by his tales of camels and pyramids. Anyway, M suggests he could interrupt and scold you for ignoring your betrothed. Lucie says you are ignoring your betrothed, but don’t listen to her, I know you are far too polite to interrupt a member of the older set. (If you yourself remember, please remind me of her name when you come.) 

Come as soon as you can. Do not allow Mrs Whatshername to follow you.

Daisy

11: Christopher » Thieves

To: James, Lucie, Matthew, Thomas, Cordelia, Anna, Ariadne

From: Christopher

In an ideal world, I would have been able to send you this note through this very technique I am demonstrating tonight, but it does make a fairly loud bang, and I thought that would likely give the game away. Though I wish to not allow social proprieties to impede the progress of science, I have been reminded by several of you that discretion can be the better part of valor. Although I admit I can’t think of any personal examples where that would be the case.

In the games room I have piled a supply of protective spectacles, which I suggest you wear. There is no danger of damage to your eyes, but there may be some very bright flashes. In addition, the propellant which I will be using to send the message is an experimental mixture, similar to those I have tried in the past but not exactly the same. There is a very very small chance that inhalation of its fumes may cause some temporary effects to the mind, so I recommend that you hold a handkerchief over your nose and mouth during the demonstration. To be clear, I don’t think that any of these effects would have any negative impact on our ability to return to the party and attend the musical performances afterwards. At worst, it may make those performances seem more enjoyable than they would otherwise.

12: James » Townsends

Dear Mr and Mrs Townsend,

On behalf of myself, my family, my fiancée, and my fellows, I wished to extend sincerest apologies for departing your lovely gathering without saying proper goodbyes. Your musicale was, as all would have expected, a smashing success, with performances across the board demonstrating the falsehood of the common claim that the Nephilim are unable to produce works of art. Surely your daughter Catherine’s rendition of Puccini’s famous aria could stand alongside the finest professionals to be found in the Royal Albert Hall.

As you discovered along with the rest of the guests, Christopher Lightwood wished to use the opportunity of having us all present to demonstrate the state of his newest invention. I’m told that when it is completed, it will utterly revolutionize the way that Shadowhunters are able to communicate with one another, obviating the need for the runners, couriers, and use of the mundane Royal Mail to send messages to one another. Instead we will have a fully self-contained rune-based method. Surely anyone would agree that such a development would be well worth whatever growing pains the process of invention and experimentation might create.

As you also discovered, Mr Lightwood’s demonstration took an unexpected turn, with a good amount of his customized propellant being released into your games room and corridors. Luckily, it was a mild evening, and open windows as well as the vigorous fanning of the doors by Thomas Lightwood and Ariadne Bridgestock quickly dispersed the gasses.

That said, neither I nor my companions are able to account for an interval of roughly ninety minutes between the end of the demonstration and our departure from your house. To that end, it seems that we were sadly lacking in good manners by failing to thank you for your warm hospitality at the time. Again, please accept our deepest apologies, and our thanks for that hospitality, even if it has been delivered discourteously late. 

Warmest regards,

James Herondale

13: Matthew » James

Jamie,

Good Lord, what was in that stuff of Christopher’s? Do you know if there will be any lasting effects? I hesitate to ask Kit, he seems too dismayed.

Also, I am trying to find out to whom exactly I owe an apology for specific behaviors that might have happened after the demonstration. I seem to have lost more than an hour from my memory, as well as my waistcoat and a garnet ring of which I was quite fond. Any thoughts you have would be appreciated.

Matthew

14: Lucie » James

James,

I have been expecting to hear from Matthew, but as it has been most of a day and I haven’t yet, can you please let him know that I will make myself available to be apologized to during teatime, either tomorrow or the next day. Please also tell him that I will be sending along a bill for the costs of cleaning arrack out of the skirt of my dress. For such a prodigious consumer of spirits, you would think he would have learned not to slosh them around so much when he talks. I suppose Christopher’s propellant takes some of the blame, but honestly, Shadowhunters are trained in agility and dexterity and even under the influence of one of Christopher’s experiments he should be able to, at very least, not slosh so.

Lucie

15: Cordelia » Anna

Dear Anna,

The last hour or so of the party was something of a blur for all of us, I think. But I feel confident in assuring you that both you and Ariadne acted with all due propriety, and that at no point did you “make an ass of yourself,” as you put it, either out among all the guests or in the games room. 

Also, when next you speak to Ariadne, please compliment her on her lovely dress. It suited her quite well! I wondered if you were responsible for finding it for her? You do have such an excellent eye for what colors and cuts will flatter. 

Anyway, do not worry. I have made some private inquiries, and nobody took note of any unusual behavior on the part of either yourself or Miss Bridgestock. (In fact, Rosamund seemed to be under the impression that you were shamelessly flirting with her. I can confirm that you were not and that Rosamund simply has an odd way about her.)

Are we still on for tea Wednesday? Let me know if not and otherwise I will see you then.

Cordelia Carstairs

16:  Townsends » Everybody

For the attention of: 

James Herondale

Lucie Herondale

Matthew Fairchild

Thomas Lightwood

Anna Lightwood 

Christopher Lightwood

Alastair Carstairs

Cordelia Carstairs

On behalf of not just our own family, but the parental generation of the Enclave more generally, we wish to communicate our displeasure with your behavior at our soirée on Friday’s eve. You are all adults or near-enough, under Nephilim Law, and so you should be held to account as any adults would be. And you should be ashamed of yourselves.

Given the influence had by many of your families, and the small size of the London Enclave, we cannot bar you from all of our future events. If only we could. We will, however, be more careful in future about shutting off access to rooms in our house that are not intended for use by party guests.

Rather than taking the time to craft individual complaints, we hereby itemize the most obvious of our grievances, so that you may all have your behavior exposed to one another. Certainly none of you deserve to have your actions kept private.

Alastair: We were glad to see you eventually arrive, though there is a wide difference between “fashionably late” and the hour you appeared. (Just in time for the desserts, we note.) Also, the song you performed was highly inappropriate for the ladies present, especially the unmarried ones, such as our daughter, and also your own sister.

Lucie: While we have always supported your hobby of writing down entertaining tales, and we understand that the storyteller’s art does involve artistic creativity, your ongoing, strident, melodramatic narration of the events following the Christopher Lightwood Incident was not appreciated by us or, especially, Mrs Rosewain, who you referred to throughout as “Mrs Whatshername.” 

James: Your interruption of the cake serving to declare your undying devotion to your true love was a gallant gesture. It might, however, have gone over better had you not pledged your troth to a portrait in oils of our ancestral matriarch, Frideswide Townsend. Your taste is admirable, of course, and she was considered a great beauty. It is unfortunate for your affections that she passed away in the late sixteenth century.

Anna: We would thank you to come by and pick up your brother from our house at some point. He has been muttering to himself, fiddling with a pencil and paper, and threatening “another test, much improved.” Please retrieve him post-haste.

 Thomas: We don’t know how you made the acquaintance of that vampire who attempted to accompany all of the performers on his dulcimer, but he is not welcome back to our house, and if we see him again, neither are you.

Matthew: Whatever was in that bottle you were plying to my mother, we only found her this morning, napping on our roof. When we woke her she said it was of a greenish color and asked for more of it. We would be obliged if you could bring another bottle by, at your convenience.

Cordelia: Your demonstration of the supernatural sharpness of your sword was very impressive, even if it was not in the spirit of the kinds of performance we expected for a musicale. It is, however, not all that surprising that it was able to cut through our drapes, a dining-room chair, or the sponge cake. We spoke to your brother, and he suggested that we should feel free to send an invoice for replacement costs to the Herondale family, since soon enough you will be their trouble, and not his.

In short, you have all behaved abominably, and are, each and every one of you, embarrassments to your various hallowed family names. 

We hope you will join us the Thursday after next, for boating and luncheon in Hyde Park.

Mr and Mrs Graham Townsend

[thealmightyemprex]

Fairy Tale June:The Wonderful World of the Brothers Grimm

So today we are actually going with a big movie ,a George Pal extraviganza

In this 1962 film we follow Willhem Grimm (Laurance Harvey), a fanciful dreamer,and Jacob Grimm (Karl Bohem ) a down to earth scholar ,as the pair is supposed to write down the family history of a Duke (Oscar Homolka) ,Willhelm gest distracted by fairy tales ,which he realizes no one has written down .....Thats the main story,what makes the film unique....is it also adapts three classic Grimms fairy tales :The dancing Princess follows a woodcutter (Russ Tamblyn) who uses an invisible cloak to discoverthe mystery to why a princess(Yvette Mimeux) always has destroyed shoes ,the Elves and the Shoemakers follows a old cobbler (Also played by Harvey ) who gains the help of some elves (voiced by Stan Freberg,Dallas Mikkinion and Thurl Ravinscroft ) and the Sining Bone where the cowardly and egotistical Sir Ludwig (Terry-Thomas ) tries to take credit for slaying a dragon that was actually slain by his servent Hans (Buddy Hackett )

SO this film is done by George PAl,producer of many Sci Fi and fantasy films ,probabbly best known for his HG Welles adaptations ,War of the Worlds and the Time Machine.In fact I kind of see this film as a spirtual follow up to his musical version of Tom Thumb ,which also had Russ Tmablyn and Terry-Thomas (In fact as well as playing the Woodsman,Tamblyn also plays Tom Thumb in a climatic sequence I will get to later ),and I think oversall,while I enjoy parts of Tom Thumb.....This film is better.HOWEVER it is still uneven to the point I didnt know if I liked or disliked it tillI was near the end,and even then.....I had to think about it

The movie is kind of two movies ,it is a bio pic about the Grimm Brothers AND a anthology of fairy tale ,and at first.....I was kind of wishing it was just the fairy tales ,and even then they arent immune to the big problem of the movie.....IT drags ,the pscing is very slow,I guess to make it 2 hours

We are gonna go by segments :

The main Grimm Brothers story on its own is dull ,it didnt feel substantial to me at first ,just Willhelm messing up and setting up the fact they will eventually write down the fairy tales ....HOwever what made it work was the performances ,LAurance Harvey was really lovable as the dreamer Willhelm,Karl Boehm is believable as the serious Jacob,and Oskar HOmolka is scene chewingly fun as the unpleasent Duke,with other good performances coming from MArtita Hunt ,Barbra Eden,Claire Bloom and Walter Slezak ....What also works is the ending which I will go into later

The Danicng Princess is fun ,showing some great physicality by Russ Tamblyn in both stunts and dancing.Now in the fairy tale its 12 Princesses but for this segment it makes sense to streamline it to one.The Highlight of this one is Jim Bakus as the murderous yet jovial King (Aided by him doing the Mr Magoo voice)

The Elves and the Shoemaker was my least favorite part of the film ,Harvey is good,but the segment was a lil dull and I willl be frank ,while I love stop motion and shall praise some later ....THE ELVES ARE FREAKY AND CREEPED ME OUT (However did notice one of them was the Yawning Man from Tom Thumb that was cute )

The Singing Bone is both the darkest and funniest tale and by far my favorite part of the film .Terry-Thomas was a comedic genius and here is perfectly cast as a villainous knight who lets his servent do all the heavy lifting .Buddy Hackett is also very fun as the unlikely hero ,I never knewI wanted to see Scuttle fight a dragon but I am glad it exists .The best part of the d scene IS the dragon,brought to life through some brillaint cartoony stop mostion,this beastie has a ton of personality,being very bored and hungry,focused on killling the two main characters ,and I love the design which is a mixture of eastern and western dragons with jewl encrusted scales

But the scene that sold me on the movie and why I reccomend the movie is Willhelms dream:Spoilers Willhelm gets very sick and in a fever dream sees Snow White and the seven dwarfs,a Giant,the Frog Prince,Tom Thumb, Rumplestiltskin,and other fairy tale characters ,who convince him to not only lived but write down their stories .Its a very sweet and emotional scene ,and I particularly like comedian Arnonald Stangs take on Rumplestiltskin as a bad tempered mean guy (I kind of wish he got his own segment ).

For all the flaws of the movie,I did enjoy it ,and if you can find it,I reccomend giving it a watch

@ariel-seagull-wings @angelixgutz @autistic-prince-cinderella @amalthea9 @scarletblumburtonofeastlondon @princesssarisa @filmcityworld1 @the-blue-fairie @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @themousefromfantasyland

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ARC Review: A Long Time Dead by Samara Breger

4.5/5. 5/16/2023.

For when you're vibing with... Victorian vampires, good ol' sapphic love triangle drama, romance over decades, and a shock of humor that's practically whimsical.

Twenty-year-old Poppy is a sex worker in Victorian England when she wakes up to the discovery that she's been transformed into a vampire. Shepherding through her new existence is Roisin, an older, cooler vampire--whose complex relationship with her predatory sire is the reason why Poppy was turned in the first place. Despite her attempts to remain remote, Roisin is drawn to headstrong, wild Poppy--but their simmering attraction to each other could spell their doom.

I just loved this book. It's not a take on Carmilla--it's its own thing, equal parts romantic and tragic and funny.

Quick Takes:

--I am very much a sucker for "uptight meets wild" romances. The person with the biggest stick up their ass gets bowled over by a whirlwind of an individual? You can't go wrong with it. Poppy is a true whirling dervish of a heroine, funny and irreverent and seductive and both a bit childish and quite emotionally wise. Roisin has--by nature and through awful experience--become this removed, distant creature who's lost touch with her humanity in an effort to keep from robbing others of their own. I wouldn't say Poppy saves her, because their relationship is quite layered and the book makes a point of both of them having to do personal work... But Poppy does make her want to live again, and their interplay is hilarious and sexy and extremely touching.

--This book... is quite angsty. These are vampires, after all. Roisin in particular is defined by guilt and shame and a desperate wish to go back in time and right her (perceived) wrongs. But there's a lady of the Gothic and shadows across the entire story. What keeps it from being maudlin and depressing, aside from the passion between Poppy and Roisin (make no mistake, this is a true romance) is the humor. The voice of the novel is comedic, Poppy is a riot, you get a lot of "but why" over the various quirks and oddities of vampirism. One particularly pointed question had me laughing within the first chapter or two, and that doesn't happen to me easily.

--I was kind of skeptical as to how potent the romance would be compared to the vampire's story. I saw this compared to Interview with the Vampire a lot, and while that's an interesting vampire story with a romantic throughline (more so... later) it's not a romance by any means. Here, the vampirism isn't skipped over or downplayed, but nor is the love story. Roisin wants Poppy, Poppy wants Roisin, but there are very serious issues that keep them apart... to a point. Don't worry, not for too long; there's a bit of a slow burn, but it's not sloooow, it's compelling, and the payoff isn't too late in the story at all. Plus, the issues between them? Are serious ones, and there isn't a single character in this book that makes the right call every single time. They're vampires! They're messy!

--The queer found family among these vampires... Obviously, queerness is an inherent part of the vampire mythos, but often we see it danced around, not referred to explicitly. It is explicit in this novel, in terms of actions and words. Poppy is also a sex worker when she becomes a vampire, and she actually like.... enjoys sex, and doesn't hate her work. There is trans rep in a strong supporting character (and a refreshingly frank scene in which that character's sexuality is discussed). Poppy is not expected to sit there and wait for Roisin to make it happen; she has sex with someone who isn't her one true love before they get together. I really liked that. I'm so tired of characters--heroines especially--just sitting there and letting cobwebs collect while they wait for their one true love to get their shit together and make it happen. Plus, the sex scene is used to illustrate Poppy's love for and obsession with Roisin in a really interesting (hot) way.

The Sex Stuff:

Segueing from that... the sex is really good in this one. Here's the thing--the sex scenes are poetic, and they could've been more explicit, but they really didn't need to be. And you get everything. There's some praise kink stuff, there's some domming, there's a very very good strap-on scene. And what I liked most was the way these characters acted during sex. You may have an idea of roles and what they like... but the way a person lives their everyday life doesn't necessarily reflect their preferences in the bedrooms and that's illustrated so well here.

I enjoyed this vampire romance so much. You really get this sense of the Victorian era, while at the same time time luxuriating in a very classical sort of vampirism--and all through it, you're rooting for Poppy and Roisin to just get their shit together and work it out. So glad I read it.

Thanks to Netgalley and Samara Breger for providing me with a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

[imtooscaredforthis]

Tethered

Part II- Chapter 16: Dance

Mentions of: FLUFF, mc and Frank being whipped and so in love with each other omg, and nothing else

A/N: HOLY SHIT IM IN LOVE WITH THIS CHAPTER OMG AND ALSO IDC IM ADDING THIS BCS IT HAPPENED JUST LOOK AT THIS AFTER YOU READ THE CHAPTER CAUSE YOULL KNOW

https://imtooscaredforthis.tumblr.com/post/659321590260039680/this-may-or-may-not-be-a-major-concept-that-might

Tags: @prettycutebunny @autisticpickle @dead-bxxxtch-walking @moonshineinasippycup @froegis

Frank sat at the kitchen table, drumming his fingers impatiently, and waiting for you to come downstairs to leave. His eyes darted around the area, listening closely as he heard the floorboards squeaking from upstairs. A few minutes passed, and you finally came down.

You were wearing a (f/c) dress with spaghetti straps, which hung low past your knees. Your hair was done in a cute style as well, that same old locket around your neck, and you had a set of two-inch heels on, and some light makeup as well.

Frank looked at you in awe, while you didn’t look back, too focused on making sure you had everything ready, double-checking your purse.

You walked over to him with a grin, seeing him dawned in his varsity jacket, wearing a dress shirt underneath and black dress pants. “Wow, you’re actually wearing something formal for once.”

“Shut up, it’s just because you made me.” He rolled his eyes, unable to hide his smile. He looked good. A lot different than he used to. Happier, even.

You two were seventeen now, enjoying your summer before your final year in Highschool, and before you went off to college. For the past couple of weeks, you had been working at another charity for the elderly, and tonight, you were having a dance.

Somehow, you managed to convince him to go with minimal complaints. Even now, as the two of you walked to the dance, he wasn’t complaining much. Except for “I don’t wanna be around a bunch of old people,” “it’s gonna be so boring,” and “this is stupid.”

But besides that, things were going pretty well. It wasn’t long until you arrived, greeting people here and there, while Frank walked by your side. After a small ceremony that Frank once again was bored with, whining the whole time, which you had to punch him to shut up, it was time to dance.

Like always, he declined to dance with you, so you went dancing with some of the elders. You danced for a couple of songs before you finally got sick of Frank sitting there and watching you, dragging him onto the floor.

You expected him to say no, to walk back to the table, or to even leave, but he didn’t. This time, he stayed. And what he said next shocked you even more.

“Could you…could you teach me how to dance?” You couldn’t help the big grin that crossed your face. “Sure.”

As a slow song began to play, you positioned his arms around your back, while you wrapped your arms around his neck, having him sway with you.

You’re just too good to be true, Can’t take my eyes off of you,

You’d be like Heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much,

You still remembered when you and he went to that other charity, and you and he stood out on that lake, skipping rocks. You remembered when he called you pretty and kissed you, just four years ago.

You’ve been together for four years, and so much has changed. You’ve both gotten older, and bigger and different. Frank was definitely bigger, already taller than you, even though he’s still growing, and muscular, and so handsome.

Pardon the way that I stare, There’s nothing else to compare,

The sight of you leaves me weak, There are no words left to speak,

“What’re you smiling about?” He asked softly, a hint of curiosity and playfulness in his voice. “Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking about how lucky I am, being with someone so handsome, and strong..”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, and you giggled, running your fingers along the back of his neck, feeling the ends of his messy brown hair. “God, that was so cheesy.”

“Yeah, that was pretty bad, wasn’t it?” You laughed, unable to look away from him. He moved his face closer to yours, and you switched your position, wrapping an arm over his shoulder and holding his hand with the other, while he kept one hand on your back and had his other holding your hand.

“It’s okay because I’m the lucky one. Especially with how fucking beautiful tonight. I mean, you’re always really pretty, but tonight-” You shut him up with a kiss, smiling as you pressed your lips to his.

I love you baby, and if it’s quite alright,

I need you baby, To warm a lonely night,

Trust in me when I say,

“I love this song. My parents used to play it all the time.” You grinned, grabbing Frank’s arm and holding it above his head. “What’re you doing?”

“Twirling you, dummy.” You spun him around, and he chuckled. “God, you’re such a dork.”

“Yeah, but you love it.”

Oh pretty baby, Don’t bring me down I pray,

Oh pretty baby, Now that I found you, stay,

And let me love you, baby, let me love you

–

After a while, you did get bored, so you and Frank ended up running off together. You held his hand, while your other hand was holding your heels. Your feet had gotten sore, so you took them off, running without them instead.

Soon enough, you and Frank made it to that clearing by the lake. Fireflies flickered around you, and you two sat on the grass, listening to the crickets sing. You laid back on the ground with a sigh, looking up at the night sky.

Suddenly, Frank grabbed your sides, pulling you on top of him, causing you to squeal and giggle. He kissed you deeply, before pressing small kisses down your neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You replied, shivering as he kissed lower, running his hands along your sides. “My pretty girl.”

“Who’s being cheesy now?” You taunted him. “I’m not being cheesy, I’m just speaking the truth. You’re my pretty girl.”

“Whatever.” You murmured, rolling off of him and laying beside him, tucking your head into the crook of his neck, while he held you close.

It was at that moment when he realized would do anything for you. He would burn the whole world for you, just to keep you with him. He truly had fallen for you.

[always-andromeda]

oh, my 'modern!au bill and frank raising a daughter together' emotional support daydream, we're really in it now 🥲

𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧!𝐚𝐮 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤: 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: uhhhhh...so I've never thought of this concept before but it made me so happy that I had to attach some of my headcanons onto it, I am so sorry, anon. but also, thank you, anon.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: complete fluff! nothing else I can think of!

❥ Having a kid is 100% Frank's idea at first. He drops little hints about it to Bill for weeks. It's a slow Saturday afternoon where they're watching a movie together when Frank says, "Today's the kind of day where I wish it wasn't so quiet in this house."

❥ And honestly, Bill interprets that as Frank wanting a dog. Which makes sense. Frank complains fairly often about little creatures getting into his fruits and vegetables in the garden and a dog could be perfect for taking care of that problem.

❥ So he'd surprise Frank with a puppy and says that he's young enough that they could train him.

❥ And Frank is quiet. He's excited, of course, and immediately falls in love with the little guy. How could he not?

❥ Bill notices that he's a little off and asks, "Aren't you happy?"

❥ "Of course I am. I just– I thought that we could talk about having a different kind of small thing to take care of..."

❥ Bill's eyes go wide as soon as he realizes what Frank is implying. Needless to say it takes a lot of convincing.

❥ At the end of the day, what really tips the scales of Bill's opinions is Frank gently telling him, "Listen, I know you think that you and I can take on the world all on our own. But we don't have to. I want a family with you. You and I have so much love to give. We deserve to be able to give it to someone."

❥ Veronica is about five years old when Bill and Frank adopt her.

❥ She's a quiet little girl with curly dark hair, hazel eyes, and freckles that are speckled over her tan skin. And as quiet as she is, Frank really helps her get out of her shell.

❥ He gets really good at braiding her hair, especially when he learns that those are often some of the best moments to really bond with her. He's one of the only reasons why her hair stays looking put together in the slightest.

❥ Bill has a harder time connecting with her. Where Frank isn't afraid to get on her level and really get hands on, Bill is utterly clueless.

❥ He connects with her more through music. He pulls out his old record player and cycles through the collection of records he got from his mother. Because of him, Veronica grows up on Linda Ronstadt, Joni Mitchell, Dolly Parton, Bonnie Raitt, and so much more.

❥ Before too long, both Bill and Frank really come to see her for the ray of glittering sunshine that she is.

❥ In their own ways, they do their damndest to make sure Ronnie's childhood is as stable as possible.

❥ For example, Frank is adamant that they never fight in front of her; he never wants to give her the impression that they're angry at each other or at her. He also wants her to go to a normal school and be involved in normal activities even though Bill sees all of those things as more trouble than what they're worth.

❥ As soon as Ronnie is old enough, Bill wants to sign her up for self defense classes. What good will chucking a ball or playing an instrument do in a life or death situation?

❥ So her activities during the day alternate between various martial arts classes and dance (dance was Frank's idea; just so she has a little bit of the arts in her life). 

❥ She regularly bounces around the house trying to teach her dads how to do whatever new fight or dance move she's learned in class. Frank loves that she wants to involve them. Bill, on the other hand, is on the brink of pulling a goddamn muscle but he smiles through the pain anyway because his participation makes his daughter happy.

❥ Frank is a complete soccer dad. He's at all the PTA meetings, volunteers for all the school fundraisers, and is donating supplies for the school all the time. He's the one who has their whole schedule memorized.

❥ Even though she's not related to either of them by blood, Bill is at ease when he notices that Ronnie has taken on Frank's sense of joy for life. And Frank has a good chuckle whenever she gets all grumbly and stubborn like his husband does. 

❥ Their house isn't perfect and there's definitely growing pains between all three of them, but they're happy. They're happy knowing that they'll all love each other for a long, long time.

[supersizemeplz]

HomeCooked Meal To Ease

Winston Duke x Black PlusSized Female

Another #supersizedfic mini. Just something random. Please excuse typos.

Blurred vision turned to clear with each slow blink of her eyes. Lashes somehow still set in place. The modern styled lamp that sat on the nightstand of her boyfriend’s side of the bed was on, casting just enough light to see faint silhouettes of things farther from the bed.

She swung both her legs to the side of the bed, bringing her upper body to sit up straight. Lifting off the bed, she reached towards the ceiling for a deep stretch before adjusting her t that had ridden up. With a quick glance to the left, the green LED of the clock read that it was half past seven.

The soft fur of her slippers cushioned her steps as she headed out of the room. Her fingers danced with the silk of her scarf to retighten what her sleep had loosened. A slow stride down the stairs granted her with the soft words of Frank Ocean. A soft smile graced her full lips as she followed the flow of music to the kitchen.

Winston had his back turned to her, moving his shoulders to the rhythm. He mumbled along with the artist as he lifted the top of the pot on the stove. A swift stir of the spoon in his right hand followed the movement of his hips.

“Something smells amazing.” Her voice caught his attention, stiffening his shoulders for a brief second. “I didn’t mean to startle the chef.” She chuckled as he closed the lid with a grin.

“You didn’t. I heard you once you came down the stairs.” He fibbed with smirk, coming around the island to come to her. “But let’s not focus on me.. You feeling any better?” His hands rested on her arms, giving a soothing rub as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

“Yeah. I didn’t realize how tired I was.” She relaxed into his arms, taking in the faint scent of his cologne. “I also didn’t expect to wake up to a full course meal. You must be in a good mood? Do I smell cookies?” Looking up at him, he chuckled.

“Yes ma’am, you do.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead before leaving her to head back to the counter. She watched as he opened a tupperware container and brought it to her. “Fresh baked cookies made with love for my love.”

She grabbed a cookie with happiness, taking a bite into the soft treat. With a satisfied hum, she grabbed another for when she finished the first. “Thank you, babyy. You always know how to make a girl feel good.”

He laughed at that, throwing her a wink. “It’s no problem. I enjoy keeping my lady happy..” She watched as he moved around the kitchen with ease. A plate balanced in his hand as he worked to perfect the plate he was fixing. A perfectionist when it comes to any of his dishes. “And if white chocolate chip cookies and a full course meal will please my baby? Who am I to go against that?”

She looked up to him with sincerity. “I really appreciate all this. And I can’t wait to taste whatever you made.” He smirked at the excitement in her voice. For the past hour and a half, he worked away in the kitchen to make sure everything was perfect. His woman was stressed from the day and he vowed to ease her mind. Taking a paper towel, he wiped a lone drop of sauce that was out of place.

He went back to the stove to fix his own plate. “It’s a recipe that I’ve been perfecting. I’m hoping you love it.” With a lick of his lips, he glanced back to her. “After you’ve eaten, I’ll treat you to a nice foot rub and one of those massages you like with all the oils. I’ll be on my best behavior, this time.”

She let out a laugh at that. “We’ll see how long that lasts.” He held back a smile as he took a seat beside the amused woman. Thinking that she knew him too well.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Remember?

Summary- 1.9k Frank Adler x You. Frank wakes you up at the ungodly hour of 3:30 am and will not even tell you why. Written for @stargazingfangirl18​ 5k challenge

Warnings- like... barely there mention hint of smut? But just barely? I cant even count it as a warning to be honest. 

A/N- so yes this is written for a soft!dark challenge, but dark writing just isn't happening. I went with just soft and with the prompt of lazy make out session.I really wanted to make sure I was giving something to Siri’s challenge because she works so hard on providing us wonderful fics to enjoy, is incredibly supportive and honestly she deserves it. Much love always babes and thank you for all you do.  

A/N 2- Can be read as a one shot. It is in the same verse as Oppressive. Also trying out a new site to make moodboards. I kinda like it? what do you all think? And I know the Fort Myers pier is made from concrete, not wood, but I wanted wood. So I went with wood. I always appreciate your thoughts on a fic. Alright, Much Love, Happy Reading! 🌊

“Baby wake up.” You heard a husky whisper in your ear as well as a rough scrape against your shoulder from Franks cheek as he pressed in close to your back, the soft hairs of his chest pressed into your sleepy warm skin and you muttered a no into your pillow as you hid your face into the cotton covers. 

He must be out of his ever loving mind to think you were going to wake up at… a quick peek at the old 80’s looking radio clock Frank loved sitting on his night stand. The red numbers were unfocused at first, but blurry sharpened to three thirty am. Yes, your man was crazy to think you were up for anything at all, and the way he was pressed into your ass cheeks, you suspected he woke up early for sex. 

That was going to be a hell no. “Frank go back to sleep. I will fuck you later.” You promised as you shifted back into your warm safe hollow. He chuckled gruffly and his hands slid on your hips to twist you to fast him, causing you to sigh and blink up at him. In the dark of the room, his eyes were a dull blue shining down at you amused. You though were no in that same mood as you blinked up at him, pushing a hand against his chest. “Come on Frank, I'm not in the mood. I was sleeping so good.” 

“You would think I would wake you up just for sex.” Frank scoffed.

“It wouldn't be the first time.” 

“Probably won't be the last either, but that's not what this is about. Come on Sweetheart, get up. I have a surprise.” He tapped your ass and pulled away as you were groaning, knowing sleep simply wasn't going to happen. 

“Adler, I swear to all that is holy, this better be good.” You grumbled as you sat up and tried to wake up. Frank came back out with some clothing for you, a pair of capris, tee shirt and undergarments. You looked at the casual clothing and arched your brows. “Where are you dragging me?” 

“Its a surprise, trust me, those are appropriate.” He started as he dressed in some old faded blue jeans and grey tee. Wherever he was taking you wasn't going to require dressing up too much, so you just pulled your hair back into a tie, and didn't bother with makeup. He kept glancing at his watch, and by three fifty he had you out the door and to his pickup truck. He tossed a bag in the back and when you went to question it, he shook his head firmly in a no while ushering you into the passenger side. “Part of it, just trust me.” 

“I trust you to have something up your sleeve Adler, considering you know I love my sleep in on Saturday Morning.” You grumbled under your breath. Typically you and Frank slept late Saturdays. Mary would go to Roberta’s Friday night for her weekly sleepover that both woman and child insisted on, you and Frank would go to the local bar for a night of cold drinks, games of pool and the occasional dancing when you could get Frank drunk enough to go on the small dance floor. Simple, but you always had a good time. Saturday was recovery day. 

So why was he dragging you out of bed on recovery day? 

“So a hint?” You decide to pester a bit, sliding closer on the bench seat till you were against his side, his arm circling around your shoulder to tuck you in closer and press a kiss to your temple. You could feel his lips upturned to a smirk against the side of your head. 

“You want a hint… It has to be done early in the morning.” 

You rolled your eyes at him with a huff, dropping your hand to dance your fingers against a jean clad thigh, making his eyes dart down to your hand. “I want better then that.” 

“You are not gonna get it Baby, but you can try your best.” 

He really was being serious this time, because he caught your hand from wandering up to far and brought it to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. 

“Alright Adler, keep your secrets then.” You let your head rest on his shoulder and eyes close. Frank was stubborn, always had been. You knew when you just had to let it go. You drifted in and out as he sped along the interstate. Soon he was turning off, but you weren't quick enough to catch what the exit was, so still had no idea. 

“Are we there?” 

“Close, you don't know where we are?” He asked with a slight laugh in his voice. You shrug a bit as you two are driving down the main drag of the area, passing all night gas stations, fast food chain restaurants, outlet stores and parking lots. 

“No clue, every place in Florida has this Frank.” 

He hummed a bit, slowing to an intersection and flicking on his blinker. “True, but you will soon see.” He winked as he made the turn, pulling away from the city-like area and moving towards the beach strip. Where million dollar homes, hotels, and beach side tourist traps laid quiet in the barely morning hours. It was starting to lighten though, you could see the black blue of the night sky make way for lighter purples and pinks. 

So you remained patient, waiting for wherever Frank was taking you. The terrain started to get sandier, the crack of the window took on a breezy salty scent and you could taste the hint of surf and sand in the air. Your lips turned upwards, just that scent alone reminded you of a couple years ago, and it all clicked right where you were. 

Your first overnight away from home with Frank was to Fort Myers, a small rundown motel on the beach. The room was iffy, the Ac barely worked, neither of you dared to use the pool. At the time it was all you two could afford. And it was all perfect. 

Because that morning, before sunrise, you two escaped to the beach, arm in arm and sat in the dunes to watch the sunrise over the crashing ocean, and all was perfect in the world with each other. 

Frank glanced over to see the knowing look on your face, and his own softened in a smile, his hand coming to grasp the inside of your thigh gently, squeezing. “Now you know?” He pulled into an almost deserted parking lot. At the other end were a group of people, unstrapping their boards to get ready to go into the surf. 

“Of course Frankie.” You said with a touch of sentiment in your tone as you leaned over to peck his lips and nip at him playfully. “How can I forget?” You pull away suddenly and jump out of the car, yanking off your shoes to ditch in the truck. Frank followed, doing the same with his own boots. 

You had already taken off into the sand, making your way towards the surf to dig your feet into the wet sand happily. Now it was getting lighter, those dark purples and pinks made way for the reds and oranges as the barest hint of the sun kissed the horizon. 

Frank came up behind, having managed to yank his jeans up partially around his calves and pressed you two to walk out a bit further into the surf, the salt water spritzing you both in a fine cooling mist, clinging to your skin, in your hair, on your clothes. It all brought back the sensations of that first trip together. You fall back into his chest while he dips his head to mouth kisses into your neck, enjoying the quiet of the moment with you in a more physical way for a moment. Making you tilt your head to the side while the sun finally broke. 

From the nearby pier, heavy pelicans lined the side to swoop down, skimming over the water in lines, giving the two of you a show all for yourselves, among the surf the small sandpipers chased after the tiny ghost crabs trying to escape back into the surf, all of it made you smile. This felt like home to you, right here with Frank. 

“It feels like forever since we have visited.” You finally say as you turn to face Frank, the two of you stepping out of the surf, and hand in hand making your way along the beach's edge towards the pier, the sandpipers running away as fast as they could, a few taking to wing to fly several yards ahead of you to start there search in the surf retreating back from the edge once more. 

“Been a couple years at least. I was looking at the calendar and realized an anniversary of ours was coming up.” He mentioned while you two stepped under the pier. A small private world for you two at the moment as far above you people made their way towards the end stretching out over the water, ready to drip lines for fishing in the surf. Here though, underneath it all, was just for you and Frank. 

Nothing but water crashing to the shore, wood above your heads and the morning bringing back fond memories. Memories of shared kisses against one of the ageless logs helping to hold the deck yards above them steady, the way your legs wrapped around his hips as he pinned you in place and loved you so freely out in the open where they could be caught. How afterwards Frank said those words that he never uttered to anyone else in the way he said it to you. 

Fuck I think I love you. 

You thought then you loved him to. Now you knew you did. Your fingers looped in his belt loops and you walked backwards, till your back pressed once more against that sand and salt aged wood, looking up at him in the now very present dawn. 

“You know Frank, I think I love you.” 

“You know what Y/N, I think I love you too.” He winked, sliding in closer till he was pressed against you, his hands cupping the side of your face and tilting up to meet him, his tongue sliding past soft lips to the sweet heat of your mouth and tangling his tongue with yours. It elicited a soft moan from the back of your throat. 

Warming salty air really agreed with Frank, mixing the tastes on your tongue, you curled your arms around his body, clutching at his back as you now clung to him, thoroughly enjoying the way this kiss made you feel. 

The sensations of love and passion curling in your belly and your heart thud against your breast bone, absorbing into Frank as he pressed into your body, trying to daze you from rational thoughts, away from the everyday thoughts. 

Frank had a talent at making you appreciate the here and now. 

And right here, with sand covering your feet, your shirt and pants clinging to you from the ocean spray and your man completely pressing every ounce of his affection into you, you could do nothing but appreciate being in the moment. 

“Scratch that, I don't think, I know I love you Frank Adler.” You managed to break out of his kiss for half a second. 

“I know you do.” He assured you as he grasped the back of your thighs and lifted you enough to fold your legs around his waist. “I plan on showing you just how I feel.” He promised, the glint in his ocean blue eyes turning mischievously playful under that pier.