#how to clean under the keys of a keyboard

[sixeyesonathiel]

satoru gojo is cocky, top of the class, and one passive-aggressive emoji away from tears.

a/n: nerdjo is so easily rage baited it’s actually embarrassing. one compliment from you and he’s rewriting his entire thesis out of spite. i love bullying him gently.

satoru is going to break his keyboard.

his fingers twitch above the keys—hesitating, retreating, returning again—hovering like they might snap the poor letters clean off. the skin on his knuckles is taut, his jaw clenched so hard it ticks like a time bomb, and his mouth is parted just barely, like he’s one saccharine comment away from spontaneously combusting.

strands of white hair keep falling over his forehead—static-charged from his hoodie—and he shoves them back, again and again, increasingly violent about it, like maybe the hair is conspiring with you. his glasses have slipped halfway down his nose. the gleam of his lenses barely masks the pure, incandescent rage in his eyes.

those eyes, now glassy with disbelief, are locked on the latest reply from you—the class discussion board’s reigning empress of emotional terrorism. his academic rival. personal poltergeist. a sugar-coated demon in pastel lip gloss.

oh satoru, i think it’s so admirable how you stuck by that article! not many people would be brave enough to defend a source that’s been debunked four times. it’s honestly kind of inspiring. keep doing you!

his vision goes white.

that is not a compliment. it is a tactical airstrike in a pink envelope. he knows it. you know it. and worst of all, you signed off with a heart emoji. a heart. he can see your face in his head—tilted just slightly, like you’re too sweet to possibly mean harm, but your eyes glint like you’re holding a scalpel behind your back.

his reply has already died and resurrected five times. the first version read like a cease-and-desist letter. the second had footnotes so aggressive it required double-spaced disclaimers. the third almost made it to the post button, until he remembered your last reply that ended with, “hope this clears it up, prof said some people struggle with statistical nuance.”

you are not just baiting him. you’ve turned it into an art form. a spiritual practice. and your weapon of choice is niceness so passive-aggressive it should be federally regulated.

back in first year econ, you sat beside him, humming under your breath and tapping your pen against the desk in tempo with his unraveling sanity. you kicked his bag under the table. you leaned close just to whisper, “your equation’s wrong, but don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone! not everyone’s meant for regression models.”

you once highlighted his errors in the shared google doc—in pink. pastel pink. with cheerful comments like “uh oh!” and “almost got it!” he swears he could hear the sparkle emoji implied in your tone. the worst part? your spelling was immaculate.

he still thinks about it in the shower.

now?

now he’s two seconds away from flinging his laptop across the room. the lab’s overhead lights buzz like mosquitoes. someone’s typing across from him, calm and steady, and it only amplifies the sound of his own frenzied assault on the keyboard.

his typing is violent. the spacebar clacks like gunfire. he’s halfway through a paragraph when he snarls—actually snarls—and deletes the whole thing. he writes another. more venomous. more precise. then pauses, eyes narrowing.

because you’ve edited your post.

p.s. just reread your old comment and i think i finally get your logic now! i must’ve been too slow before. thanks for your patience <3

he makes a sound. an animal sound. it’s somewhere between a wheeze and a gasp. his knee bounces under the table, leg jittery with restrained rage.

“i hate her,” he breathes.

from across the lab, shoko doesn’t even glance up. “you said that yesterday.”

“i mean it today.”

she lifts her eyes only slightly to peer over her laptop, one brow arched in apathy. “you said that yesterday too.”

“no, no, no—you don’t understand, shoko.” he shoves his glasses up the bridge of his nose, the frames skewed slightly to the left from stress. “she thanked me.”

“chilling.”

“she made it sound real. like she appreciated it. like she didn’t just nuke my thesis and then bake me a fucking muffin.”

“did she add sprinkles?”

“a smiley face.”

he slumps forward, head in his hands, glasses slipping again. his breath fogs the screen. it’s like you’re there—he swears he smells that damn peach shampoo you use. he hears the echo of your voice cooing, “aww, did i mess up your graph again?” like a knife wrapped in a silk ribbon.

he’s haunted. infuriated. he’d rather be insulted outright, mocked, cursed at, anything but this sweet, syrupy condescension that drips like poison into his every academic wound.

then his inbox pings.

a private message.

hey, sorry again for misunderstanding your point in the thread! i know you work really hard on these. if you ever want to explain it to me one-on-one, i’d love that. i learn best from people who are smarter than me :)

his soul ascends. his body remains.

he stares at the message, slack-jawed. horror prickles under his skin like cold water. one hand twitches toward the power button, but he hesitates. you know what you’re doing.

and he hates that it’s working.

“what did she say now?” shoko asks, sipping lukewarm coffee from a chipped mug labeled ‘property of shoko: touch and perish.’

he doesn’t look up. “she wants me to teach her.”

“sounds like flirting.”

“it’s not flirting.”

“she called you smart.”

he pauses. then squints at the screen like it just insulted his bloodline. “she called me smart the way you praise a goldfish for finding the glass.”

he types:

sure. let me know when.

deletes it.

types:

that’s… fine. i guess.

deletes that too.

his fingers hover over the keys.

he types, each letter hammered with the weight of pride swallowed whole:

if you need clarification, i can walk you through it. though i'm sure you'll figure it out eventually.

hits send.

wants to die.

he sags back, hoodie bunching around his shoulders. his sleeves fall over his knuckles. his knee taps against the metal chair leg in a relentless rhythm. he stares at the blinking cursor like it’s counting down to his doom. the little grey dots appear. you’re typing. again. you’re going to be worse. he knows this. the anticipation is psychological warfare.

he watches anyway.

this is war.

[cheriladycl01]

Kinktober 25/10/2024 Charles Leclerc - Double Penetration

Plot: Charles loved back shots but when he finds your dildo he can’t help but want to see how you cope.

Warnings: Kinktober, SMUT, fingering, p in v, dildo use, anal etc 18+ Minors DNI

You and Charles were insatiable. Your relationship had been built up around your guys sex life. You guys hooked up one night in a club after he won and race in Italy and you were out clubbing with all your uni friends the same night the race concluded.

You both agreed that the night was like no other and kept coming back to each out. Just causal sex, nothing more nothing less.

But the more you saw one another and had that intimacy the more you guys became like a couple.

You went from leaving pretty much straight after you both reach your high, to cuddling with him and falling alseep together.

You went from keeping it private and low-key at his home, to walking around the streets on dates even though for the longest time you both refused to acknowledge them as dates.

And you both were too stubborn to admit that 5 months in and you were definitely not casual anymore.

As your relationship progressed and you guys fell more in love with each other the sex just got better. There was something quite tame and almost vanilla about hooking up with Charles however, with the stability and confidence of a relationship with you backing him he started to get more experimental with things he did.

The latest was anal, something you’d never done before and arguably something Charles had never done before either. But he loved back shots, even before he’d tried your back doors he loved having you in your hands and knees in doggy style and just being able to push and pull you into the desired position. So once he’d pushed his dick in your ass there was a whole new obsession that had started.

However today, you were in a university class having spent the whole day in Italy where you attended at Sanremo University which was only an hour drive from Monaco.

While you were in your classes learning about anatomy Charles was having a spring clean of your shared apartment. It was normally you that did the big cleans as you just seemed to have more time than him naturally.

He was sat on the floor, an old pair of custom sunglasses with his name and the Ferrari logo on, his Alfa Romeo hat on his head and a feather boa of yours from the night he met you at the club, his old Harry Potter cloak as he was looking through stuff under the bed and in the bedside cabinet.

He hadn’t meant to get distracted with all the random junk but he had which led him on to find your box. It was a box he didn’t even know you had but he could tell it was yours from your name and the do not open on top of it.

“Do not open?” He muttered to himself with a smirk.

And with all due respect he only thought he’d find really bad old school pictures of you, not the brightest largest sparkly red dildo he had ever put his eyes on.

He waited for you to come home, excitement bubbling in his chest the whole time. He couldn’t even stay in the bedroom, he was pacing round the house on the balls of his feet.

The minute he heard your keys in the door he was running over to it quicker than him in the car.

“Hey princess” he grins and immediately you look up at him in shock. Usually he’d be on the sofa or in the kitchen pottering about as you came home but he was right on the door this time!

“Erm hi baby?” You chuckle putting your keys on the side and leaving your bag of school bits by the door.

“Come with me” he says grabbing your hand and you follow him, he takes you into the bedroom where you see the absolute state of it and everything from under the bed now on the floor unboxed.

“What on .. Charles I thought you said you were cleaning, not messing the house up more” you groan looking at the clothes all on the floor in the corner and the random keyboard Charles had got for Christmas and the old tea towels from your mum that had never been put to use.

“Mmmm well mon ange I started to clean and then I got distracted by this” he says holding up your dildo that you haven’t used in god knows how long. It’s been tucked away in your ‘first year uni’ box when you were living in student accommodation.

“I- I haven’t seen that in so long” you say taking it in your own hand in shock.

“Mmmm and we’re using it right now, get on the bed mon petite dame” he says, and when you don’t make any moves he lifts you up himself spinning you round and pushing you to the bed.

“Need to get you all wet if you gonna take both” he groans as he pulls your jeans off and then your panties with it. He didn’t take note that they were his favourite lace ones, he just chucked them in one of the various piles of things that have built up in the room.

“Both?” You question unsure of what he means. He traces a fingers along your folds before lightly rubbing your clit.

“Mmmm that” he points to the dildo in your hand “will go in this hole” he says pushing a finger in.

“And then I’ll stuff myself into my favourite hole” he grins lightly pinching the flesh or your ass.

“Oh fuck” you moan at his words and how he’s putting pressure on you clit while two of his fingers move in and out. The minute he can hear the squelching he’s knows there’s enough natural lubrication for him.

“On your knees for me baby, ass up” he says and this time you don’t need him to do it for you as your taking the command in your stride and obeying immediately.

You hold yourself up on your elbows while Charles positions himself behind you. He slips into your vagina with ease, making sure to thrust in and out at an agonisingly slow pace. He always found it better and easier for him to lube himself up with your juices first from the front before he delved into the back.

He held you by your hips, rubbing up and down whispering sweet words about how good your going to feel for him. When he feels like your getting too close and he’s teases you enough. He grabs the flexible dildo, one hand coming round.

He pulls himself out before switching round and pushing the dildo into you. A moan and the cold sensation compared to him warm dick has your moaning into the pillow that’s infront of you.

“C-Charlie fuck” you moan, your hips stuttering forward as he makes the dildo touch the furthest point in your walls and bottoming out.

“You gonna be a good girl and hold it there for me while I get all snug in this tight hole?” He asks, with a small smack to your left cheek making you lurch forward and quickly grab the end of the dildo keeping it in place despite your hole clenching around it.

He spreads your cheeks apart, before slipping in. You’d done this so many times now that it didn’t effect you as much as the first few times did, but it still felt a little uncomfortable and painful for the first few seconds that he pushed himself in.

A little whimpers comes from your mouth, the feeling of being so full as Charles pushes himself all the way in.

“You’re so beautiful. Holy shit. You are everything” he moans into you. One of his hands comes down on the bed grabbing your hand and holding himself up while the other reaches round your body to take over holding the dildo.

And god, you were ever so thankful your boyfriend had the intense brain of an F1 driver in these moments. Being able to push and pull the dildo in and out of one place while thrusting in and out of another.

Your eyes blaze wide at the feeling and your mouth drops open. You feel like you could throw up the feeling is so good, so good that you start rocking back to meet his thrusts.

It’s also over whelming, one hand is gripping the sheets while the other is squeezing your interlocked fingers with Charles.

“Fuck fuck fuck I - what I” you can hardly speak as Charles builds up his momentum making sure your never without some kind of stimulation.

“I-I’m gonna I f-fu-fuck oh my god oh my fuckinh god charlieeeeeee” you cry out with pants as your clench around him and the dildo, a blinding white covering your eyes as your orgasm washes over you. Your soaking the bed with how your squirting and an impressive amount that has Charles shortly following you in suit his hips stuttering as he cums inside you.

“Oh fuck, baby I” he tries to breath but your just as bad, panting shaking and your arms swiftly give out as you faceplant the bed with a soft whimper and groan.

Charles slips out and pulls the dildo out making you gasp at how empty you now feel.

“I” you start but Charles shushes you with a kiss.

“I love you. You did do well for me”

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[wildestdreamsblog]

Elysian: a Latibule Spinoff

Pairing: Doctor/Mafia!Kim Seokjin x Intern!Reader 

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: How are you? April has been crazy. ALSO, OUR SEOKJIN IS GOING ON TOUR! I hope and pray and manifest that I can see him pls universe. Okay, other than that, I hope you enjoy this

Masterlist, Part VIII of __

Kim Seokjin entered his penthouse while whistling to himself.

He walked with lightness in his steps, cheerfulness emitting from him like the sun despite the darkness in his penthouse lit only by the distant glow of city lights streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He placed his briefcase and keys on the counter. He opened the fridge, the interior glow briefly lighting his face, and pulled out a chilled pitcher of water and poured water to his pink glass he imported from France.

His back was turned on the living room as he took a sip. With deliberate calm, Seokjin placed the glass on the counter with a soft thud. He turned.

“May I help you, Jungkook?”

There—casually sprawled across the living room couch like he paid the rent—sat Jeon Jungkook. Legs propped up on the coffee table, laptop perched on his thighs, the soft glow of the screen cast cool shadows across his face. He looked up slowly, blinking as if he were only now realizing he was, in fact, not in his own apartment.

“I’ve been here for hours and this is the welcome I get?” he said, feigning offense.

“I apologize for not being cheerful enough with your presence. After all, you broke into my house!”

“You gave me the code!”

“That doesn’t mean you can just barge in here! I gave that for emergency purposes, you idiot!”

“Hyung!” Jungkook’s voice cracked slightly in protest. “Your WiFi is faster!”

Seokjin stared at him, utterly baffled. “What the—you are literally the top IT expert in this country. Fix your own WiFi!”

Jungkook shrugged, eyes already drifting back to his laptop screen. “Too much effort. Yours works better. Plus, you have snacks.”

Seokjin ran a hand down his face, muttering, “I need to change the code.”

“Okay fine! You twisted my arm! Are you okay? You haven’t been annoying me for days and I’m starting to get worried.”

Seokjin rolled his eyes before plopping down on the sofa beside the maknae. “I’m fine, Kookie,” he said, his voice gentler now. “In fact… I’m happy.”

Jungkook turned his head slowly, watching him. Really watching him. There was a smile on Seokjin’s face—not the dramatic, exaggerated one he often wore for laughs, but something softer, truer. His eyes were calm, no longer clouded with restlessness or that quiet ache Jungkook had grown used to seeing over the years. For the first time, his hyung said that he was happy.

And it was all because of you.

Jungkook didn’t say anything right away. He just sat there, letting the moment settle like dust in golden light. A small smile tugged at his lips, one he didn’t bother hiding.

“Well,” he said quietly, tapping something random on his keyboard to give his hands something to do, “it’s about damn time.”

---

You had just finished cleaning your apartment, the satisfying scent of lemon-scented floor cleaner lingering faintly in the air. Every surface gleamed, the hum of accomplishment still buzzing in your chest as you padded toward the bathroom, towel in hand. A hot shower was well-earned, and you stood under the stream until the last bit of exhaustion melted off your shoulders.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, you began drying your hair with a towel, moving slowly, savoring the peace. That was when it started—the chime. Then another. And another.

Ding. Ding. Ding. Dingdingdingdingding.

Your brows knit. It wasn’t just one or two notifications. It was a flurry. A storm of alerts pouring in, chiming one after another like an alarm going haywire.

A sudden spike of concern shot through your chest. The hospital. Something must’ve happened. Heart thumping, you rushed across the room, nearly slipping on the wooden floor in your haste, and grabbed your phone from the charger.

Screen on. Lock screen glowing.

97 notifications.

All from Instagram.

You blinked, confused. Instagram?

Your thumb hovered for a second before unlocking your phone and opening the app.

And there it was.

Your feed, your likes, your DMs—completely flooded with interactions.

All from a certain @jin.

He had scrolled way back. Your content from the year you started your account to now was all filled with comments and likes from that person. He even commented on the selfie you took when you were in college with your friends.

@jin: I see you have always been beautiful…

“What the…”

There it was—your post from three years ago, a blurry shot of your now dearly departed cat, Muffin, lying upside down on your bed. You hadn’t thought about that picture in ages. But there, clear as day beneath it:

@jin: I think we should get a cat and a dog. What do you think?

Each unhinged comment left your mouth agape. Your jaw dropped.

You kept scrolling. Nothing was spared. Not even your throwback selfie holding a miniature Eiffel Tower souvenir from a college art exhibit, with your innocent little caption: “Someday, the real one!”

@jin: when do you want to go?

The following comments, however, were more unbelievable. Because suddenly, it wasn’t just him anymore.

@jungkook.97: ohmygod hyung is stalking noona!

@thv: So this is she…

@rkive: Hi. If you’re considering filing a restraining order against our hyung, I will be more than happy to represent you in court.

@jin: traitor! @rkive

@jin: get out of here, @thv

@jin: what’s wrong with appreciating my y/n? @jungkook.97? >:(

It wasn’t just the ridiculousness of the situation—it was the fact that they were all in on it. Your comments section had been hijacked by four of the most recognizable men in the country like it was some private group chat gone rogue. Even Taehyung… the Taehyung who literally just won the best actor award last night commented on your IG.

So you decided to do the next best thing. You blocked Kim Seokjin for your peace of mind.

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Your day was busy. Yet, despite the flurry of activity, something felt off.

And weirdly enough, a certain someone was nowhere to be found. He was always there, wasn’t he? Kim Seokjin was always with you almost akin to a shadow. In fact, he was always with you that his secretary messaged you when she couldn’t reach him. You’d never thought about it much before, but there was always this... unspoken belief in the hospital that you and Seokjin were more than just colleagues. It wasn’t something anyone said outright, but the subtle glances, the half-smirks from nurses, the knowing looks from the doctors—it was all there. And, every time it happened, Seokjin would merely chuckle and give that signature grin of his, never denying anything.

You, on the other hand, always adamantly correct people.

His absence somehow displaced you. But wasn’t this what you wanted? A reprieve from the one-month that he imposed on you? You should’ve felt relief. You should’ve relished in the peace, the silence, the rare moment of freedom from his shadow.

Fine! You could even say that you somehow missed his way of annoying you. But you’d never, ever let him know that. He was annoying enough. You didn’t need to make things worse by missing his ridiculous presence.

So, you buried the discomfort down deep, as you always did. You focused on your work, tried to keep your mind on the task at hand. But each time you’d look at your phone or glance at the door, you couldn’t help but feel that gap where his presence should’ve been. You didn’t know if you could even try harder to not think of him.

But still, it had been two days since you last saw him or received these elaborate annoying yet endearing text messages from him.

Where was Kim Seokjin?

Perhaps, you got your answer one late night just as you were coming home from work, walking down your barely lit street. It was all too sudden. Something shifted in the darkness, but you were too lost on your thoughts that you barely sensed when someone from the dark was approaching you.

“Boo.”

Instinctively, your body froze like it always did when you were in danger. The same sharp twinge of fear that gripped you in the past when they came, when those men would show up, uninvited and unwelcome, to remind you of everything you wished to forget. You screamed and tried so hard to get away from what you perceived to be a danger that you almost landed to your knees had it not been for the strong hands that supported you.

You looked back in fear, in anticipation that he was one of those men who would occasionally pay you a visit. Your heart only calmed down when your widened eyes met Seokjin’s.

He was looking down on you, his arms around you as though he didn’t want to let go just yet. He had this pensive look in him like he was trying to figure something out. You blinked owlishly, too aware of the way he easily supported your weight and the way his hands found home in your waist.

You took a small, shaky step back, your body pulling away from him even as your mind screamed for you to stay calm. He’d noticed. He’d seen you react like that, like something was wrong, and now he was probably wondering what it meant.

That terrifying thought—what if he figured it out? What if he realized that beneath all the surface calm, there was something broken in you, something so much darker than you were willing to admit?

You couldn’t let him see that. Not Seokjin.

You couldn’t risk it.

“What the-”

“I was supposed to make you feel guilty for blocking me,” Seokjin started, his voice dripping with the kind of playful amusement you knew was his way of trying to disarm you. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, eyes twinkling, but there was a hint of something else—something a little darker, maybe. “But now, I’m the one feeling guilty for scaring you.”

You took a good look at him. He looked tired, so opposite to how he usually held himself. His hair was tousled like he'd been running his hands through it for hours, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, as though he'd been up for too long and didn’t care about the details anymore. The most telling sign, though, was the bags under his eyes. Deep, dark rings that only came from several nights without sleep.

Just where had he been to look this weary?

“Are you okay?” you asked before you could even stop yourself.

Jin looked taken aback, his eyes widening just a fraction. It was a brief flicker of surprise, but it was enough for you to see. Rarely was he asked about his well-being—at least, not genuinely. He was groomed to be the strongest, and when he took over, he had to be a rock to his brothers. He couldn’t afford to show cracks, not with everything on his shoulders.

He liked that you worried about him, he realized. He liked that you noticed when he wasn’t the best, when the cracks in his perfect façade were starting to show.

Before he could even respond, you caught yourself, the next question spilling out of you almost like instinct.

“Have you eaten dinner?”

You thought that he looked like he lost a little weight.

When you were being this straightforward, Seokjin often did not know how to act. He surmised that he was always the one taking the lead that when you took the reins, he didn’t know what to do. Perhaps, it was why he ran away from you so hilariously back then. You made him lost control of his words that the only way he could answer you was by shaking his head.

You tsked, looking around the neighborhood. “It’s late and the stores are already close. I guess you will have to eat ramen,” you stated as you shook your head. You walked around him to your apartment on the second floor. You were almost halfway through the stairs when you noted that he wasn’t following.

“Do you not want free dinner?”

It was all the encouragement he needed. Without thinking, Seokjin found himself darting up the stairs after you, his feet taking the steps two at a time, the once-heavy weight in his chest lifting with each movement.

“You know,” he started as he slurped up his ramen. “Noodles are not good for your body.”

You rolled your eyes at him as you watched him devour the ramen with an enthusiasm that was almost… endearing. His large frame seemed to consume the space around him, making your small apartment feel even smaller. The simple kitchen, the modest furnishings, the cluttered shelves—it all felt so tight in his presence. But it was his sheer presence that made everything feel off-kilter. You thought that someone who was wealthy like him would judge your apartment. Instead, he glanced around and seemed... curious. But all he did when he entered your small apartment was to inspect the locks and shook his head at you in disappointment.

“Sure. It’s not like you devoured three-fourths of the noodles I cooked,” you teased, shaking your head as you wiped your hands on a towel. “Seriously, where have you been that you’re this hungry?”

Seokjin, mid-slurp, pouted dramatically, looking almost childlike in his expression. “I was looking for my bro—I mean, I was looking for my cat.”

“You have a cat,” you repeated, disbelief in your face. He didn’t look like a cat person.

He paused, swallowed his water with a careful gulp before answering, his voice a little too casual. “Yes. I have a cat. I have a koala bear, a rabbit, squirrel, tiger, and a chick.”

You stared at him, your eyebrows lifting in incredulity. “What are you, a zoo?”

Seokjin shrugged, his broad shoulders rising and falling as he leaned back in his chair casually twirling his chopsticks in his hand before diving them into the bowl of ramen. “I guess they came to me over the years and now won’t just leave me alone.”

“So, your cat, where is it?”

He sighed, the playful look leaving his face for a moment, replaced by a kind of soft nostalgia. “Eh, he found his mate. I left him there because he seemed happy, you know?” He paused, a faint, almost wistful smile tugging at his lips. “He was always scratching me and everything, but when I saw him with her, he looked at peace. I couldn’t just take him away from that.”

“So that’s where you’ve been for the past two days?”

He smiled, back to his annoying self again, as he tilted his head. “I knew it. You missed me.”

You rolled your eyes, exasperated. “Oh my God. You’re insane.”

He leaned forward slightly, raising a teasing eyebrow. “You’re a person of psychology. Shouldn’t you use that word wisely?” His tone was almost smug as he picked up his chopsticks again, dunking them back into the ramen. “And just to set things straight, I am not that insane.”

He didn’t leave.

He already finished eating and you had long cleaned the dishes and yet, he was still here.

“I fed you. Why are you still here?”

Seokjin as walking around the apartment, taking in every detail. If he noticed how bare your apartment was, he didn’t mention. The walls were mostly empty except for a few scattered prints. The furniture was minimal, just enough to get by, and the clutter wasn’t so much clutter as it was the absence of things. It was clear that you didn’t put down roots here—you were just using this space as a resting place. To you, he looked like he was simply observing the place, but the longer you watched him, the more you noticed the subtle ways his gaze shifted. It wasn’t just idle curiosity; it was sharp, analytical. His mind was working a mile a minute, absorbing every detail, every small lapse in the security of your home. Seokjin didn’t miss a thing.

He stopped in front of the entrance, his eyes locking onto the flickering light above the door. The bulb was barely hanging on, struggling to stay lit with every passing moment.

“Do you have a spare bulb, sunshine?” he asked, pointing at it with a raised eyebrow, his tone nonchalant but purposeful.

You blinked, a little surprised by the question. It wasn’t like you hadn’t noticed the light, but you had been meaning to get to it… eventually. You nodded. "Yeah, it’s in the drawer by the sink."

“Good. I’ll change that,” Seokjin said without missing a beat, moving toward the small kitchen area, his stride confident and purposeful. He was already opening the drawer, pulling out the spare bulb like he’d done this a hundred times before.

You watched, a little confused. "You know how to fix lights?" you asked, incredulous. Seokjin looked like the kind of guy who’d have someone else handle this for him.

He shot you a sly look over his shoulder, a grin spreading across his face. “I guess I’m a pretty handyman. Stop objectifying me by your female gaze. I’m more than just a pretty face.”

Before you could even comment on his arrogance, he had the old bulb out and the new one in, adjusting it with the precision of someone who had done this task a thousand times before. By his height alone, he didn’t have to step on a chair like you had been meaning to when you finally decide to change it. The flickering stopped, and the light above the door was back to normal.

“How long have you lived here?” he asked conversationally as he put the old bulb in the trash. He worded it as though he wasn’t fishing for information. He knew he could have asked his men to look you up. It wasn’t that Seokjin didn’t have the means to find out anything he wanted about anyone. He had access to resources that could easily pull up your history, your background, all the details of your life—if he wanted to. But for some reason, he hadn’t used them on you.

Seokjin was someone with almost no conscience. There were very few lines Seokjin hadn’t already crossed in his world. But something felt wrong, like he shouldn’t and couldn’t do that to you. He thought that you were the only one in his life that remained to be untainted by his dark world.

“Since I started working in the hospital. So…around two years now?”

Seokjin didn’t immediately respond. He was quiet for a moment, his eyes flickering over your apartment. His gaze swept over the space with a sharpness that made you feel like he was taking in more than just the physical layout. It was as if he was reading between the lines, seeing things you hadn’t even realized yourself.

Two years, he thought. And yet this place still looks like she moved in yesterday.

Moreover, he made sure to pay his people above the industry benchmark. He consistently only hired the best and the brightest. So why then were you living like this, he wondered. It didn’t add up.

“Sunshine,” he said, blinking at you with genuine concern, “are you poor?”

“Get out.”

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Seokjin reached his car, the quiet hum of the night settling around him. The city was still alive in the distance, but here in your little street, it was almost too still. He opened the driver’s side door, but paused, his hand resting on the handle as he looked up toward your apartment window.

His face was unreadable—neutral, like a mask he’d perfected over the years. But behind his eyes, his thoughts were anything but calm.

Your reaction earlier, the way your body trembled from fear, the way you flinched and the way it took a moment for you to realize it was him…they were signs of something he just couldn’t quite put his finger onto just yet. Your reaction was too much for what he did. Yours was something that was conditioned. It was something that was familiar. And the worst part was how long it took you to realize it was him as though your mind took you somewhere far from him.

The state of your apartment definitely did not help where his mind was leaning into. The bareness of it pointed to one thing.

It was as though you were a flight risk.

Someone already halfway out the door, even while still standing inside.

With a quiet exhale, he stepped into his car, but his mind wasn’t on the road. Not yet. His jaw tightened slightly, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel.

Something happened. It made you want to leave…

He didn’t like the idea of you running. Not from a place, or a person, or a past.

Definitely not from him.

[ssivinee]

❥ 𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎

Le Sserafim! Nakamura Kazhua x F reader: You and Kazuha both come into a tight spot. She needs a 'fake girlfriend' to make her parents happy, and you need to help your dad, who needs dire help. How will the rich and popular girl and a nobody like you help each other out?

Word Count: 6.3 k

Author's Note: Writing this one actually came so easy to me, like it was so refreshing😭. ANYWAYSSSSS I'll be working on a few fics this month FOR SURE since the break is coming up! I'll have a few things coming up in school, and college WILL be kicking my ass but before and after all that, I'll try and update as much as I can.

The warm aroma of miso soup filled the air as you ladled portions into bowls, your movements practiced from countless nights spent at your father’s restaurant. The steady sizzle of tonkatsu in the hot oil, the clinking of glasses as men toasted as a celebration, and the occasional chime of the register felt as natural as breathing.

Your father fixed the dishes on a large tray: two bowls of miso soup, steaming plates of tonkatsu with rice and curry, a platter of salmon sashimi, and some plain green tea. He handed it off with a nod, and you hoisted the tray onto your shoulder, carrying it to a table where a young couple sat, lost in their little world.

Returning to the counter, you set down the tray and started wiping down tables, each swipe bringing closing time a little closer. After wiping down the last tables and cleaning the floors, you closed the register and changed out of your uniform.

“Otosan! I’m heading out!” you called from the door. Your father looked up from his notebook and calculator long enough to wave goodbye, immersed in tallying up the day’s earnings. Hopping on your bike, you pedaled home under the quiet night sky, planning to tackle your homework before bed.

This was your daily routine: mornings at university, afternoons helping your dad at the restaurant, then late nights finishing assignments. It wasn’t an amazing lifestyle, but you and your dad were getting by, and that was enough.

The scholarship you’d earned was the key to giving your father a better life, and you were determined to keep it that way. Whether that meant long hours studying or missing out on having any kind of social life, you didn’t mind. As long as you succeeded, that was what mattered.

But life wasn’t smooth sailing either. You attended a prestigious university filled with classmates from the country’s wealthiest families. You’d worked hard to pass the grueling entrance exam, clinching one of the top scores that earned you a scholarship for a business degree. That meant you had to work 10 times harder to keep your spot in school.

Now, you sat at your desk, fingers nearly flying over the keyboard as you worked on a project for business class. The computer was slow—a model you’d saved up for after countless shifts—but it did what you needed, even if you had to be patient with it. You then finished up as quickly as possible, just before you were extremely exhausted and crashed into bed.

You woke up to the harsh blare of your alarm at five in the morning, practically slamming it off as you dragged yourself up, feeling like you’d just been hit by an earthquake. Stretching the sleep from your limbs, you quickly showered threw on a plain polo, a knitted sweater, and some hand-me-down jeans. With classes starting at seven and living an hour away by bike, this was your routine—always the first one in the classroom.

As other students trickled in, you were already immersed in your textbook, laptop open, barely noticing the bustle around you. “This is why you have no friends,” a voice teased, pulling you out of focus. You looked up to see your best friend, Tanaka Anna, grinning at you.

“Then why are you here?” you shot back, smiling as she took the seat beside you. Despite being one of the “rich kids,” Anna quickly became your closest friend in that first week of school. Both of you were some of the top students in your class, and the bond you formed was effortless.

Meanwhile, across town in Osaka, Nakamura Kazuha was just stirring awake. Even fresh out of sleep, Kazuha exuded an effortless beauty. With her family’s prestige, she was known for her grace, wealth, and status—a girl who seemed to have it all.

Kazuha’s morning began in her usual luxurious bubble. She opened her eyes to soft light filtering through silk curtains, stretching slowly against the plush, oversized pillows. As she got out of her bed, she slipped on a velvet robe and made her way to the bathroom, where everything—from the marble countertops to the gold fixtures—yelled rich in anyone's face. 

She took her time in the shower, letting the warmth ease her into the day, before wearing a high-end light blue blouse, matching skirt, and short white heels. The final touches were a pair of delicate pearl earrings and a designer bag to match.

By the time she came down her grand staircase for breakfast, the family’s chef had already prepared a large spread: sliced fruit arranged like art, freshly baked pastries, and perfectly poached eggs. She settled in at the long dining table, enjoying her home's quiet and refined atmosphere. But it wasn’t long before her parents joined her, each with their usual aura of authority.

“Kazuha, darling,” her mother, Mitsuko, began, setting her teacup down with a slight clink. “Your father and I wanted to discuss something important.”

Her father, Ichiro, nodded. “The company ball is next month, and it’s…well, you know how it is. We’d like you to bring a date this year.”

Kazuha paused, her fork hovering mid-air. “A date?” she asked, the idea feeling suddenly foreign. She was used to being in the spotlight on her, but with a date?

“Yes, Kazuha. You’re at the age where these things are expected,” her mother replied gently. “You’ve been so focused on yourself, but you need someone who can stand beside you, someone accomplished. It would make a good impression.”

Her father added, “It’s a chance to meet someone who’s not only a match in standard but also has the intellect to keep up with you.”

Kazuha swallowed, the weight of their expectations settling over her. She had high standards, and finding someone who was smart and emotionally intelligent, especially in her circle, felt nearly impossible. The clock was ticking, though, and she knew her parents would be relentless until she found someone. He parents weren’t one to judge, but they had some expectations that not many people reached.

Later, in the school cafeteria, Kazuha shared her dilemma with her two closest friends, Yunjin and Chaewon, as they sipped their lattes. “I just… I have no idea who I could find that’s… I don’t know, like that? They have to be smart, like really smart, and have a good head on their shoulders. But most people here are either too shallow or stupid.”

Yunjin began thinking for a second, then raised an eyebrow. “Maybe~, you’re in luck. Y/n. Top student, really smart, doesn’t exactly live in a bubble like most of us but could probably act like it.”

Chaewon nodded in agreement. “Y/n’s definitely a good option. Not a pushover, but they won’t embarrass you either. I think they’d be convincing enough to your parents.”

Kazuha thought for a moment. Y/n wasn’t exactly the first person she’d ever consider as a “date,” but you had the qualities she needed, at least from what she was hearing from her friends. And perhaps, with the right incentive, you might just agree to help her.

During your lunch break, you were scanning over some notes when Kazuha appeared before you, looking both determined and slightly nervous.

“Y/n, I have a proposition,” she began, choosing her words carefully. You looked there confused, never imagining someone this famous talking to you. “My family is hosting a ball next month, and I need a date. It’s important that they’re…well, someone smart, someone good with people. And I think you’d be the perfect choice.”

You raised an eyebrow, barely glancing up. “No thanks, I’m not really interested in being someone’s date.”

Kazuha’s expression shifted as she leaned in, desperation flickering in her eyes. “Look, I’m willing to make it worth your time. I’ll pay you—100,000 yen.”

That caught your attention. You looked at her properly, noting how she tried to maintain her usual composed expression despite the obvious urgency in her voice. “I’ll think about it,” Kazuha took that response, nodding furiously as she took a piece of paper from your notes, writing something down.

“Here’s my number. If you make up your mind, just give me a text,” You were about to say ‘okay,’ but she anxiously walked away, going back to her table. Your fingers trail to the paper, looking at the number but paying no mind to it as Anna comes to sit with food in her hands. 

You told yourself you’d think about it later. “What was Kazuha doing here?”

“Huh?” You look at Anna in surprise. She hands you a sandwich, her brows raised in interest. “Oh, she was just asking me about Professor Ito’s class,” you try saying confidently, which works as Anna just shrugs and begins eating her food.

Anna had already started chatting about her morning, sharing the latest gossip and complaining about her calculus homework, which you gladly offered her help with after work on call.

After lunch, you headed to your next class, slipping into your usual seat in the back. The professor discussed business ethics, but your mind drifted back to Kazuha’s offer. The idea of pretending to be her date for a month—just to impress her family and their high-society crowd—felt entirely out of your comfort zone.

As the class ended, you tried to shake off the lingering thoughts. You had work to do and didn’t want to be distracted by a girl like Kazuha, no matter how much money she offered.

Your next stop was the library, where you planned to work on your project. It was a presentation, so you had to make sure it was perfect to save yourself from embarrassment. The quiet hum of the library was a relief after the loud and crowded hallways, and you found a secluded spot to set up. As you opened your laptop and began typing, you noticed a familiar face a few tables down—Kazuha, of all people, was sitting with Huh Yunjin and Kim Chaewon. They were talking in low voices, and every so often, Kazuha would glance around as if worried someone might overhear.

You tried to ignore them, but their conversation kept drawing your eye. Eventually, you buried yourself in your notes, focusing on your work, determined to stay on track. As minutes passed, you got into a rhythm, typing away as the library around you faded into the background.

By the time you finished, the sun had started to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm glow through the library windows. You packed up your things, feeling accomplished after making some serious progress on your project. Heading out, you passed by the university’s main quad, where groups of students were sprawled on the grass, enjoying the evening air. You caught sight of Anna again, now sitting with a few friends, laughing at something on her phone.

You waved to her and kept walking, mind back on your to-do list. 

It was now after your shift, and you were doing your nightly cleaning of the restaurant, but a low, tired sigh interrupted that. You look at your dad, who was doing his usual finance check, but his hand gripped the side of his head, and he shook it in disappointment. With concern, you go over to him, sliding your hand up and down his back.

“Everything okay, otosan?” you asked, your tone light, though you’d noticed the tension in his shoulders and the tightness around his mouth. He shook his head and lowered his reading glasses, his gaze fixed on the old open notebook.

“It hasn’t been for a while, Y/n,” he admitted, his voice drowned in stress. You glanced down at the page filled with columns of numbers, each line a reminder of the months he’d been struggling to keep up. Your stomach sank as your eyes settled on the red circle at the bottom.

“80,000 yen?!” you exclaimed, your voice rising as the reality of the number hit you. Your father nodded, the faintest tremor in his hands as he pushed the book toward you.

“If we don’t pay by the end of this month, we’ll have to close down,” he said, his voice cracking. You felt your chest tighten as you watched him lower his head, shoulders sagging under the weight of shame he tried to hide as tears began dropping.

Before you knew it, you were reaching over, wrapping him tightly. He leaned into you, his struggles now fully visible. “I’ll find a way to keep this place open,” you murmured, feeling the promise settle deep in your bones.

“Y/n,” he started to say, pulling back to look at you, but you just nodded as pure determination coursed through your veins. You knew it wouldn’t be easy, the restaurant’s debt being too large for your dad to handle alone.

After helping your father close up for the night, you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, your mind racing with thoughts of how you could come up with such an amount so quickly. The scholarship helped with university fees, but that was about all the financial freedom you had. The rest was a constant scramble to save and help out however you could. 

You couldn’t—wouldn’t—let your father’s efforts be for nothing.

Yet you were stumped. Thinking of ways to help him, even if it were just a short solution. Your eyes then drift to the pocket of your raggedy jeans that hung on a hanger on your closet door. As if a light bulb went off, you rush over to the pockets, taking out the wrinkled paper that held Kazuha’s number. 

You reached for your phone, texting her quickly, and sighed as you hit send.

Kazuha had been lying in bed, eating some chips as she watched a movie before bed. Feeling the buzz of her phone, she read the message that made her smile: It’s Y/n. I’ll accept your offer.

The feeling of relief sank in quickly, deciding to respond back just as fast: Got it. We’ll talk in person tmmr.

Kazuha couldn’t contain her excitement, texting her group chats with a big grin stuck on her face.

Zuha🦢 SHE SAID SHE’D HELP ME OUT EEEEEEEEEEEE Jen🐍 woah wasn’t expecting that to actually work out Chae🐯 wait what about her status? ik Y/n isn’t rich 🤔 Zuha🦢 i got that handled. ill talk to her about it tmmr Jen🐍 goodluck with that then 🤩

With the good news, Kazuha’s sleep was amazing that night. So the next day, during your break after your business and statistics class, you barely sipped your coffee when you noticed Kazuha approaching. She seemed more put together than yesterday, her expression a mix of confidence and happiness as you felt the peppiness from a mile away. She stopped just in front of you, a polite smile on her face.

“You free now?” You nodded, which had her quickly taking a seat across from you. “So let’s talk about the ball first,” she started. “It’s formal, of course, with a lot of people from my father’s company, some rival companies, and family friends attending. I need you to play the part of a rich, smart, and well-behaved girlfriend.”

“Alright…” you nodded, leaning in as Kazuha launched into more details.

“And as far as your ‘background’ goes, we’ll need to smooth over a few things,” she added carefully, her gaze flickering over you as if assessing what she was working with. “Tell me about you first.” “Well, uhm, my mom passed away from a heart disease when I was four years old, so it’s only been my dad and I. I’m on a scholarship here, and I work in my dad’s restaurant. She fought for a long time, and…well, my dad’s been managing on his own since,” as you finished the short summary of your life, Kazuha couldn’t help but feel sad for your mom. 

Kazuha’s expression shifted immediately, her eyes softening as she nodded. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly, her usual composure breaking just enough to reveal a genuine sadness in her gaze. She reached out momentarily as if to offer a comforting touch, then thought better of it, folding her hands instead. “I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like for you. Really.” You waved your hands frantically at her, passed the pity and grieving stage. “It’s been a long time, don’t worry about it.”

Kazuha tries to move past the subject. “So you’re gonna be the child of a successful family, then. Your father owns a chain of restaurants,” she said, pausing as if trying to gauge your reaction.

You raised an eyebrow but decided to go along with it. “Alright, we’ll leave out the real specifics,” you said, slightly grinning. “If your parents are convinced, that’s all that matters, right?”

“Exactly,” Kazuha replied with a relieved smile, then hesitated, her expression softening.

Kazuha nodded thoughtfully as if committing everything you’d said to memory. “Alright, for our story, your dad’s chain will be ‘up-and-coming.’ We won’t mention the name; I’ll handle any questions from my parents.”

“Right,” you replied. “So…what’s the next step?”

Kazuha’s face lit up a little, her businesslike expression slipping back into one of enthusiasm. “First, we need to make it believable. If people see us together, the rumors will spread, and my parents will hear about us before we even have to introduce you. So, a slight makeover and some new clothes.”

You raised an eyebrow; the idea of a “makeover” is not exactly high on your list of priorities. “New clothes? Aren’t people just going to think we’re…together if we’re seen in public a lot?”

“Exactly. That’s the point. We want to make it believable to everyone else first, so my parents buy into it,” Kazuha explained with a sly smile. “Trust me, it’s easier that way.”

You sighed, wondering just what you’d signed up for. “Alright, fine. Lead the way.”

The next day, you met Kazuha in the city, feeling more nervous than you’d anticipated. She took you to a luxurious shopping district that, honestly, you’d only ever seen in passing. Her eyes lit up as she led you through the marble-floored entrance of the first boutique.

“Alright,” Kazuha said with a determined smile. “Let’s find you something that says, ‘sophisticated and slightly out of everyone’s league.’”

In the first store, she handed you a blazer and high-waisted pants, then a chic blouse and dress slacks, each piece seemingly more expensive than the last. You tried on outfit after outfit, and Kazuha would look you over, making tiny adjustments to the sleeves or tilting her head thoughtfully before approving or rejecting each one. Soon, there was a stack of ‘approved’ items in her hands, and you were only beginning to realize how committed she was to this whole “couple” thing.

After several bags of clothing, she led you to a high-end salon in the district. The place was sleek, and the stylist practically glowed when Kazuha told them what she was envisioning for you. You barely had a chance to speak before you were in the chair, caped and ready. They added soft layers and volume to your hair, trimming it in a way that made it frame your face, and the stylist styled it with effortless waves, adding a sense of ‘rich’ vibes to you.

Once the haircut was done, Kazuha gave a little approving nod, almost as if she were admiring her own handiwork. “Perfect,” she said, a small smile of satisfaction creeping onto her face. “Now, for the ball…”

She led you to yet another store, where you noticed her eyes darting between the dresses on display and the sleeker suits on the other side. Finally, she grabbed a tailored navy blue pantsuit, complete with a fitted blazer and high-waisted pants. The fabric looked soft, and the cut was elegant. 

When you tried it on and stepped out of the fitting room, Kazuha’s smile widened. “That’s it. It’s perfect on you.” She handed the attendant her card without another word, leaving you feeling both flattered and somewhat stunned at the transformation.

Over the next few days at school, you and Kazuha started hanging out in the open, just as she’d planned. You sat beside each other during lunch, walked to classes together, and even laughed at each other’s jokes like an actual couple. 

It wasn’t long before people started talking. Anna finally cornered you at lunch with a smirk on her face. “Alright, spill. What’s going on with you and Kazuha?” Anna nudged you, raising her eyebrows knowingly.

You gave her a shrug, trying to play it cool. “It’s…kind of complicated,” you started, but Anna was already crossing her arms, ready to hear all the details.

With a sigh, you explained the situation, from the fake relationship helping her with the ball to the makeover Kazuha had insisted on to your father being in debt, and you do all this for him. Anna just shook her head with a laugh. “So, you’re basically the prince in this Cinderella story, and she’s…what, the princess in disguise?”

“Something like that, I guess,” you chuckled, though you could sense how strange this all sounded. Still, you couldn’t deny the thrill of it. You’d been helping your dad as usual but found yourself waiting for each break to see what Kazuha might come up with next.

All of this was beginning to feel too real to you. On a random school day, you and Kazuha had been hanging out on campus at a place with a good view. Just the two of you, sitting on a bench as her head leaned on your shoulder. “You know, this isn’t so bad,” she says as she stares off, and you find yourself staring at her as she speaks.

“These past few weeks have probably been the happiest I’ve been in my life.” You smile at her words. But when she looked at you directly in the eyes, your heart skipped a beat. Her eyes are large as she looks at you so hopelessly. Your heart raced as she smiled with genuine happiness. 

On a different day, a rainy afternoon, you and Kazuha found yourselves tucked away in a small coffee shop off-campus. The rain had started out of nowhere, and after a rushed dash to find shelter, you both ended up laughing as you brushed the rain from your jackets. It was quieter than usual inside, only a handful of people scattered throughout the cozy café, and you and Kazuha snagged a booth by the window, watching the rain drizzle against the glass.

Kazuha stirred her hot chocolate absentmindedly, a small smile on her face as she leaned across the table toward you. “I think we make a pretty cute couple,” she teased, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

You raised a brow, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “Do you, now?”

“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, a playful grin spreading across her lips. She reached over and took your hand, threading her fingers through yours without hesitation. Her touch was warm, her thumb grazing the back of your hand in soft circles, and her expression turned softer, her gaze lingering on your joined hands as though they fit perfectly together.

“It’s kind of unfair, don’t you think?” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

“What is?” you asked, your voice quiet in return, as if the moment was too fragile to break.

“That you get to look at me like that,” she replied, meeting your eyes, “but I’m the one who can’t look away.”

Her words hit you like a sudden rush, leaving you speechless. Her gaze was tender, searching your face as if trying to memorize every detail. She leaned a little closer, her free hand reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. For a second, you thought she might pull away, but instead, she stayed, her eyes lingering on yours with such intensity that you couldn’t help but feel your heart race.

You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but Kazuha’s soft smile stopped you. “You don’t have to say anything,” she whispered, still holding your hand. “I just… I’m glad it’s you.”

With the act almost becoming real, the rumors spread quickly, just as Kazuha had hoped. You started noticing curious looks and hearing whispers as the two of you walked down the halls every day. It didn’t take long for the rumors to reach Kazuha’s parents as other kids were beginning to tell their parents about the visual-like couple.

But not everyone seemed thrilled by it. Tsuki, a girl you wouldn’t usually see around Kazuha before, started lurking nearby during lunch, watching the two of you with narrowed eyes. Finally, one day, she approached your table, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Kazuha,” she began dismissively, looking Kazuha up and down with a disdainful expression. “Is this the best you could do?” She snorted, her gaze lingering on you. “I thought you had standards. Isn’t she…a bit out of your league?” You were surprised, trying to hide it. She was talking to you, saying Kazuha was out of your league? You could almost laugh at the comment.

You clenched your jaw but stayed silent, waiting to see how Kazuha would respond. Kazuha’s eyes darkened as she opened her mouth to retort, but you placed a gentle hand on her arm, shaking your head slightly. You turned to Tsuki, keeping your voice steady.

“Funny,” you said, meeting Tsuki’s gaze. “I didn’t realize other people’s standards were your concern.” You offered a polite but firm smile. 

Tsuki glared but huffed, turning on her heel and walking away, though not without a parting sneer. Kazuha looked at you, her tension easing as she let out a relieved breath. “Thanks,” she murmured, a hint of a smile returning to her face.

Finally, the night of the ball arrived. You dressed in the tailored pantsuit, running a hand through your styled hair and taking a deep breath as you checked your reflection. When you arrived at the large venue hall to meet her parents, you found yourself on edge, but Kazuha reassured you with a warm smile.

Her parents, Mitsuko and Ichiro, greeted you with polite smiles, though you could tell they were evaluating you closely. As you settled into introductions, Mitsuko eyed you thoughtfully. “So, Y/n,” she said smoothly, her eyes flickering to Kazuha with a hint of warmth, “we’ve heard quite a bit about you.”

“Only good things, I hope,” you replied with a smile, and Ichiro chuckled.

Kazuha’s hand brushed yours briefly as she added, “Yes, all good things. You’ve been such a huge support with my studies and…well, life in general.”

Her parents exchanged a look, the conversation continuing as the ball’s formalities began. You mingled, keeping up the act seamlessly as the night went on, and found yourself growing more comfortable in the role. Each smile from Kazuha felt a little more real, every glance just a little warmer.

The ball was in full swing, with the lights of the crystal chandeliers casting a soft glow over the elegant scene. You and Kazuha mingled effortlessly with her family’s guests, moving from one conversation to the next, and each time someone asked about Kazuha’s new “girlfriend,” you surprised yourself with how naturally the words flowed. You talked about her with such ease and admiration that anyone listening would have believed you were truly in love. Kazuha noticed, her gaze lingering on you with a mix of curiosity.

At one point, she pulled you aside to thank you, whispering, “You’re really selling this, you know? My parents adore you.” She had said it as a joke, but her eyes showed unmistakable warmth. 

You grinned. “What can I say? I’m a natural.”

As the night wore on, you found yourself enjoying the warmth of her hand in yours, the comfortable way she leaned into you as you navigated the crowd together. Yet, as much as you were swept up in the moment, a pang of guilt ate at you. This was Kazuha’s world, not yours, and even though you’d agreed to this arrangement, you couldn’t shake the weight of knowing why you’d accepted it in the first place.

Needing a moment to gather your thoughts, you excused yourself and slipped outside to the balcony. The cool night air wrapped around you as you leaned against the railing, trying to calm the flood of emotions that had crept up on you out of nowhere.

Kazuha must have noticed your absence because a few minutes later, she appeared beside you, her brow furrowed in concern. “Hey… is everything okay?” She placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

You took a deep breath, deciding that it was time to be honest. “I… Kazuha, I took your offer because my dad’s restaurant is in massive debt. It felt like the only way I could help him. I know I shouldn’t feel bad because you asked, but—”

She cut you off with a soft smile, shaking her head. “Y/n, you don’t have to explain. This was my idea, remember? If anything, I should be thanking you. You’re helping me way more than I expected, and… honestly, I wouldn’t want anyone else by my side right now.”

Her words were gentle and understanding, but she could tell you still felt uneasy. So, she took your hand, looking up at you with an earnest expression. “You’re always talking about how much you love your dad’s restaurant. How it’s more than just a place to work—it’s part of who you are. And I get that. So…” She paused, her voice softening. “I want to help you. I want to invest in the restaurant, help with renovations, whatever it takes to keep it running.”

Your eyes widened, and you were at a loss for words for a moment. “Kazuha, you don’t have to do that…”

“I want to,” she replied, her gaze steady. “You’re doing this for me. Let me do this for you.”

At that moment, the full weight of her offer, of her kindness, settled over you. She wasn’t doing this out of pity—she genuinely wanted to help. And that thought, that selflessness, made you see her in a completely new light.

She flashed a grin, hoping to lighten the mood. “Plus, just imagine the look on everyone’s faces when they realize their favorite restaurant got a glow-up, courtesy of Nakamura Kazuha.”

You laughed, feeling some of the tension in your chest dissolve. “Alright, alright. But don’t think you can just buy your way to my heart, Nakamura.”

“Oh, please,” she teased, nudging your shoulder. “You know I don’t have to buy anything.”

As the weeks passed, Kazuha threw herself into the project with as much passion as you had for the restaurant. She helped with renovations, shared updates on her social media, and made sure her friends and family spread the word. When the grand reopening day finally arrived, a line stretched down the block. The place was packed, the sound of laughter and conversation filling the air as your dad greeted customers, overwhelmed by the support.

At this point, she didn’t even have to pay you the 100,000 yen. This was so much more than enough for you and your father.

“Y/n,” he started, pausing as if searching for the right words. “Your girlfriend… she gave us a second chance at life.”

You looked up, surprised by the emotion in his voice. He rarely spoke like this, always focusing more on action than words. He noticed your silence and continued, his gaze softening in a way you hadn’t seen in years.

“I remember when your mother and I first opened this place,” he said, a hint of nostalgia in his tone. “Back then, it was just the two of us, struggling to make it work, but it was worth every late night, every sacrifice… because we had each other. And now, seeing you and Kazuha—she’s doing for you what your mother and I did for each other. Giving you support, standing by you.”

Your father’s eyes gleamed as he placed a hand on your shoulder. “She didn’t have to help us, go out of her way. But she did, all for you. That says something. Don’t take that for granted.”

You nodded, processing his words as they settled into your heart. He smiled knowingly, giving you a soft pat on the back. “I can tell how much you care about her. And I know it scares you a little. But don’t let that stop you. Hold on to her. People like that… they don’t come around often. And when they do, you don’t let them go.”

Your throat tightened, gratitude welling up inside you. Hearing your dad’s approval, especially about Kazuha, meant everything. You thought of all the small moments—her smile, her laughter, the way she showed up for you without asking anything in return. It all hit you at once, the depth of what you had.

“Thanks, Dad,” you murmured, a smile pulling at your lips. “I really do like her.”

He chuckled, ruffling your hair like he used to when you were a kid. “Good. Then don’t let anything hold you back.”

Watching from a distance, you couldn’t help but glance over at Kazuha, who stood beside you, taking in the bustling scene with a proud smile. “This is all thanks to you,” you said quietly.

She met your gaze, a soft glint in her eyes. “No, Y/n. It’s thanks to us.”

Months had passed, and with each shared moment, your feelings for Kazuha were now real to you, basically official. Every late-night conversation, every stolen glance, every quiet laugh over shared secrets had pulled you closer to her, and it was clear now: you were completely, undeniably in love with her.

One evening, Kazuha’s parents invited you over for dinner, a formal yet comfortable gathering at their home. The dining room was elegantly set, with an array of food laid out on the table. As you sat beside Kazuha, her hand resting discreetly on your knee beneath the table, you tried to focus on the food and polite conversation, but the weight of her parents’ glances didn’t go unnoticed. Something about how they looked at you tonight was different—almost piercing as if they were assessing you anew.

Midway through the meal, Kazuha’s mother, Mitsuko, set down her glass and fixed her gaze on you with a soft, almost too-knowing smile. “Y/n, we wanted to tell you how wonderful you’ve been for Kazuha. We’ve seen her happier and more at ease, especially these last few months. We’re grateful for that.”

Her father, Ichiro, nodded in agreement, though his gaze was more reserved. “Yes. And we noticed your father’s restaurant has been doing much better since… well since it became known that you’re dating our daughter.”

You felt your pulse quicken, sensing a shift in the room. They were putting the pieces together, tracing Kazuha’s involvement in your life and her influence on your father’s business. The implications were there, and you realized they must be questioning if any of this was genuine.

Kazuha’s hand tightened on your knee, a silent reassurance, but you couldn’t ignore how her parents’ gazes seemed to look through you, waiting for an answer. Taking a deep breath, you decided it was time to be honest. You looked at both of them, then turned to Kazuha, the words coming from your heart.

“When Kazuha first asked me to help her… I agreed, partly because my dad was struggling. I knew it was risky and how that might look to you now. But the truth is, I never expected this to happen. I never expected to fall for her.”

The room went silent, and Kazuha’s parents watched you with unreadable expressions. Heart pounding, you looked directly into Kazuha’s eyes, unable to hold back the feelings that had been building over the months. “Kazuha, you’re… so much more than I ever imagined. You’ve been there for me in ways I didn’t even realize I needed. And somewhere along the way, I stopped pretending. I fell in love with you. Completely. I want this—for real, if you do, too.”

Kazuha’s eyes widened, her mouth opening slightly as she took in your words. Her cheeks flushed, and for a brief moment, slightly embarrassed with her parents there. She looked as if she were struggling to breathe. Her eyes began to glisten, and a tear slipped down her cheek, though she made no effort to wipe it away. She reached for your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours as she nodded, a smile trembling on her lips.

“I’ve been hoping you’d say that,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Because I’ve fallen for you, too, Y/n. And I’m tired of pretending.” Her voice grew stronger, her gaze fierce as she held your hand tightly. “I want this. Us. For real.”

Kazuha’s parents exchanged glances, their expressions softening as they took in the scene before them. Her mother leaned forward, a gentle smile on her face. “Well,” Mitsuko said softly, “it sounds like you two have found something real after all.” She looked at you, her approval evident in her eyes. “We only want what’s best for Kazuha, and if that’s you… then welcome to the family.”

Kazuha’s father nodded, a small but genuine smile gracing his usually serious expression. “Take care of each other, and take this real relationship seriously,” he said simply, with respect in his tone.

As you left that evening, hand in hand with Kazuha, you couldn’t believe how everything had unfolded. The guilt that had weighed on you for so long was gone, replaced by a new feeling—a warmth, security, knowing that this was real. Kazuha leaned her head on your shoulder as you walked. The night air cooled around you, and you smiled, kissing the top of her head.

“Looks like we’re not pretending anymore,” you murmured, and Kazuha laughed softly, her arm wrapping around yours.

“Not even a little bit.”

[neoraso]

i like the way you love me | ldh

nonidol!haechan x nonidol!reader again- something no one asked for yayyyyy ftl, literally just fluff like nothing but happiness oops! there's only one joke about being like- deathly ill but i figured i'd warn you in advance wc:~ 2.5k

all plans you had about “going out on the town” with haechan were dashed as soon as you walked into his apartment. you could tell he was in the middle of gaming when you let yourself in with the spare key he hid “so well” under the mat that you bought him as a housewarming gift. walking through the door and placing your shoes neatly against the wall amidst the array of sneakers and grandpa sandals thrown around the entrance, you absentmindedly noted that the boundaries between you and haechan were almost nonexistent. it had been that way since you met in middle school, when he was baby faced and wild. back then he didn’t know the insinuations of sharing a drink with two straws or passing notes littered with hearts and stars just to say “hi.” now, his face had begun to sharpen, cheekbones more prominent and a jawline that defined his matured appearance. he was still wild, but his energy and teasing were tempered, and he had figured out how to sense when enough was enough.

affection between the two of you was not uncommon nor was it uncomfortable. in fact, haechan was the person you felt the most comfortable with out of your friends- even those you had known as long as him. you moved in sync, matched each other’s preferences and both equally gave each other the push or pull the other needed. he was your “person” as they say, and you sometimes told him this when you were drunk- or sometimes even just on a late-night phone call, falling asleep after your confession. you meant it platonically of course, but these days you couldn’t tell if there was more to your own words…      

you heard him before you saw him, which snapped you out of your thoughts. he was talking to whoever he was playing with through his headphones, but you figured it was jaemin given the sassy (and borderline offensive) comments that were thrown out but you all knew there was no real strength behind them.

the bedroom door was already open as you welcomed yourself in. as usual, even though it was midday the only light was coming from a floor lamp -another gift from you so he didn’t live in dungeon-like conditions- in the corner of the room. clearly, he did not notice you because when you poked his shoulder to announce your entrance he yelped and could’ve easily punched you in the stomach if you hadn’t been used to these reactions and jumped backwards with a smile.

“god, y/n! seriously i could’ve killed you! oh my f- sorry guys i’m sorry.’

he quickly got distracted again trying to resume his place in his game while you tugged on the strands of his bangs sticking out from his headphones.

“my bad, i knew that if i waited for you to respond to my text i would’ve been standing outside for four hours.” you took a pause as you twirled his hair between your fingers. “also, i think you need a haircut. you should let me do it.” you teased, knowing 50% of his concentration was not even on you anyways.

he swatted your hands away and huffed, still furiously clicking his keyboard.

“i thought you liked it long. or do you just want an excuse to touch my hair?” he replied, his smirk turning into a frown when you lightly pulled his dark strands again.

“i do like it, but how do you even see?” not waiting for his response, you flopped onto his bed which was- unsurprisingly- half-made but still smelled clean and slightly like his perfume. putting a pillow over your head, you closed your eyes, humming when he talked just loud enough to let you know when the match was over you guys could figure out what to do.

at some point, even despite his constant clicking and talking, you nearly fell asleep. nearly, until you felt something hitting the pillow that was actually, nearly suffocating you, still over your face. you blindly reached above you trying to catch the hands that were attacking you, glaring at a grinning haechan when you threw the pillow across the bed.

“come on y/n it’s like 2 pm this is no time to be falling asleep.”

“ok mister ‘i’d-lay-in-bed-all-day-if-i-could.’” you said, rolling your eyes.

“yeah but not when i have my lovely dearest bestest friend waiting to have fun with me~”

it was a bit odd how the term “best friend” had been bothering you lately. there was absolutely no reason to consider yourself more than that, but the more horrific probable possible cause was that you wanted more. in the 10+ years you had been friends with him, there had been no romantic feelings. you didn’t think he was unattractive by any means, and you always got along- never having a disagreement that lasted longer than 20 minutes. but you both dated other people, and never had any sort of tension or yearning that you could remember. that was until about six months ago, when you started noticing how pretty he looked when the sun started to go down, or the way his lips moved and pouted, glossing when he ran his tongue over them. it was getting kind of freaky at this point, and you tried to ignore these newfound “noticings” about your best friend.

pulling you out of your reverie, you realized you had been staring at him for about three seconds without speaking which was three seconds too long as he raised one eyebrow, maneuvering his hands back over yours, tugging on them to prompt you to get up.

“i know i’m gorgeous, but it is tiimeee to get uppp come onnn.”

he dragged out the words in singsong as your hands started to get clammy being this close to him.

this was getting to be absolutely ridiculous you thought. he was in a loose black tee shirt and basketball shorts that were a size too big, and he still looked too good.

he finally pulled you into a sitting position but held in his breath when you let go of his hands and wrapped your arms around his middle, gripping the fabric of his shirt. he tentatively draped one arm over your shoulder onto your upper back and placed the other one on the back of your head, slightly petting your hair.

“what’s gotten into you hm? you’re not usually this cuddly... are you terminal or something? please don’t tell me you’re terminal.”

your response was slightly muffled when you turned your head, so your lips were slightly pressed into his side. even you had no idea what you were doing. this was probably wildly inappropriate, but you were close enough you could play it off…most likely.

“don’t be ridiculous, i’m not sick. im just tired… or …something.”

“or something?” he almost sounded disappointed, which was concerning but also made you feel better that you both seemed to be dancing around something. he pulled the back of your hair to get you to look at him and you complied. you rested your chin on his stomach, enjoying the way he smelled just like he always does and how warm he was, his hand still resting on your shoulder blade.

for once, he was speechless, his hand stilling in your hair. luckily (for both of you) he regained his composure, blinking rapidly and clearing his throat, trying to change the subject.

“well, either way, what did you want to do today? i know i said we should go out but now i kinda wanna… stay in… i guess…” he trailed off noticing how your eyelashes brushed against the tops of your cheeks as you sleepily blinked up at him. suddenly the air became thick, waking you right up, your heartbeat picking up against your chest. he looked at you intently, like he was scanning your face for whatever you were thinking to be spelled out for him.

“y/n…”

this was bad. it’s like you were drunk, dizzy and face flushed, your skin was tingling but also numb everywhere you could feel him. you had a feeling where this was going and though it scared the hell out of you, you also wanted him badly. more than anyone you ever have before and certainly more than you ever thought you would feel towards him.

you could only hum in response as he trailed both of his hands to the back of your neck.

“do you think we’re changing too or is it just me?”

his question caught you off guard and you wished he’d do pretty much anything else (mainly, kiss you) than continue this vulnerable conversation. but he was still looking at you, with eyes that were more earnest than usual, and you knew this was a time he needed sincerity and honesty from you.

“changing…” you repeated his term thoughtfully before finishing your sentence. “well um… yes. i mean- i think about you differently than i ever have and i…” you were almost too embarrassed to continue, but his eyes still staring into yours and shining with the fondness he always had for you, you felt you owed it to him to let him know how you felt- even if he didn’t reciprocate. “the thought of you with anyone else scares me. i want to be able do…this” you said tugging his shirt to emphasize your intimate position, “all the time, not as friends. i don’t want to just be your friend.” he still wasn’t speaking which made you nervous and continue to ramble when you probably, most definitely should not have. “lately i don’t want to be away from you, and i… want to be yours…if that’s ok and you feel the same obviously… i mean i hope you would-“

he cut you off with a whisper of your name. to which you replied with a meek “yes?” your voice cracking a bit from nerves, not expecting to say all of…whatever that was. you shocked even yourself with everything you admitted to him.

“do you not know how i feel about you-or have felt about you? it’s been like three years.” though his words were loaded, he was still smiling down at you. then you realized he said three years.

“you’re kidding.” was all you could manage, deadpan, as he started to chuckle, rubbing the tips of your ears between his fingers.

“mmm i’m not~ thank you for meeting me in the middle i knew you would.”

you poked his side at that and narrowed your eyes, making him laugh more. “well don’t sound so smug, or i’ll take it back.”

“you couldn’t even if you tried~ i’m irresistible.” he didn’t even give you a chance to roll your eyes as he lifted you up under your arms to stand in front of him.

looking up at his face, you tried to keep your voice steady.

“we’re very close right now…”

he looked down at your lips and leaned in, just close enough to where you could feel his breath hit your nose.

“yes we are. is this ok?” his breathing was even but his pulse was not, you could feel it fluttering against your chest at the same beat as your own heart. he leaned in more as you nodded and closed your eyes as you waited for his lips to finally meet yours. his hands reached down to grab your hips and he grinned against your mouth when you put your hands over his, slightly pushing your fingers in between the gaps of his own. after what seemed like eons, he kissed you, inhaling deeply and gripping your waist just a bit tighter. not wanting to overwhelm you by slipping his tongue in like he wanted, he opted begrudgingly to pull away and kiss the corner of your mouth, squeezing your side and kissing your cheek next when he heard you whine and felt your hands climbing up his stomach to his shoulders then the nape of his neck to pull his mouth back on yours.

indulging in you again because – when has he ever said no to you- he gave you one, two, three more kisses, each louder and wetter than the last until kissing your nose and pulling away.

“hey, we still never figured out what we wanted to do today. i haven’t even taken you on a date yet.” he said thoughtfully.

“we can date tomorrow, can’t we just stay in and do this all day? we can watch a movie later… i guess…”

he gave a real laugh at his and pet the top of your hair noticing your frown at the thought of parting from him.

“you’re so cute like this, ohh what am i gonna do? but ok, you win. i wanted to stay in too. and now,” he started with his signature mischievous look, “i get to have you all to myself~ and do this- “he slightly lifted you again and pretty much tossed you on the bed earning a yelp as he climbed into his side, lifting up the blanket to encourage you to slip underneath with him. cuddling was nothing new but with this newfound stage in your dynamic it seemed a bit daunting now.

“come on, i won’t bite-unless you want me to” he said wiggling his eyebrows, grinning when you lightly smacked his thigh before lying next to him. immediately throwing your arm around his middle and slipping your ankle between his, you adjusted your position and watched as he reached over onto his bedside table to grab his laptop. he set it on his lap and typed in his password with one hand while the other arm was around your shoulder, securing you to him. he pressed his face into your hair and kissed you there before dramatically sniffing.

“baby… i think you need a shower…”

you gasped at his audacity (but mostly the pet name) and tried to get up from his iron grip threatening to go home as he laughed at you even more, relenting,

“i’m just kidding baby. ohhh my baby~ you actually smell great is it that perfume i got you?”

“yes…” you grumbled with hot cheeks, “i wear it every day.”

quieting down to look at you so tenderly, before he could say anything you spoke again,

“weird how we kind of skipped all the normal steps huh.”

he hummed and threaded his fingers through your hair.

“did we need the steps? we’ve known each other forever and everyone already acts like we’re together. actually, we wouldn’t even have to say anything to anyone. i could probably makeout with you at the next group dinner and no one would care. wow that’s actually a great idea we should do that.”

“we absolutely should not? you’re crazy.”

“yeah, crazy for youuu~” before you could cringe at such a cliché line, he poked your shoulder and said with a faux stern tone, “hey, kiss me again.”

“now who’s obsessed?” you said, but still embarrassingly quickly lifted up from his grasp to lean over his face. he looked up at you with a slightly devious expression which did not match how carefully he moved your hair out of your face as you met him in the middle making him sigh into your mouth, breathing you in. he pulled away and pressed his head against the pillows to look at you better.

“me. i’m obsessed. i am completely obsessed with you, always have been. i’ll tattoo it on my neck and hands and update every social media letting everyone know how much i-“

“okay! i get it. but just know i feel the same… times 1000.” you interrupted him, becoming more bashful with each word. thankfully, he spared you, pulling you down to lay all your weight on top of him with your face in his neck and lightly rubbing your back.

“what should we watch? wait i have an idea-“

“not the kissing booth.” you managed to muffle against the skin of his neck. sick of that movie he made you watch at least once a month. but he could feel your eyelashes closing against his skin.

“you’re so mean. and you know what? i don’t even think you want to watch a movie you’re already drooling on my shoulder.” when he got no response from you, he got nervous he had actually offended you until he felt your soft, even exhales on his collarbones. realizing you actually fell asleep, he smiled to himself and continued to play with your hair. he was so content finally being able to have you this way it didn’t take him long to close his eyes and meet you in your dreams.

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     “Can I ask you a question babe?” Y/n asked her boyfriend as he was fixing his keyboard keys. 

     “Yeah. What's up?” he called, not looking away from what he was doing 

     “Can I watch you jerk off?” She heard a few things drop before looking over and seeing him staring at her wide-eyed through his glasses

     “Come again?” he asked 

     “Can I watch you jerk off?” She asked him again, a little slower this time

     “Why?”

     “Just curious. Wanna see how you do it.”

     “Like, right now?” Felix asked. The thought of her watching him was definitely turning him on more than he thought it would. Blood rushing to his dick, his semi barely pushing his sweats up. 

     “If you're hard,” Y/n shrugged. 

     Felix glanced at the bedroom door before getting up and locking it. Y/n sat up on his bed with a smile and moved for him. Felix laid down on the bed as she sat at the end of the bed between his spread legs. Felix tried his best not to look at her as he pushed his t-shirt up a bit and sweatpants down his thighs with his boxers. 

     Y/n watched his every move. Licking her lips a bit when his abs and pretty thighs got exposed to her.

     “You don't have to stare,” Felix told her. Freckled cheeks turning red. 

     “But the show is down here,” Y/n told him, “Just pretend I'm not here.”

     Felix swallowed and wrapped a hand around his cock. Spreading the precum from the tip down his shaft. He bit his bottom lip as he slowly moved his hand up and down. His whole body was warm under her gaze. He gripped his cock tighter and tilted his head back, doing what he always did, imagining it was her hand or mouth pleasuring him as he closed his eyes. “Fuck,” he growled, going just a little bit faster.

     Y/n stayed quiet as she watched him. His hand wrapped around his pretty cock and jerking himself off at a slow pace. Not missing the way her name slipped past his lips in that husky voice. She swallowed, using every ounce of strength not to lean forward and wrap her lips around his tip and suck him off. She asked him to do it for her, she had to let him do it.

     His other hand moved down and massaged his balls. A higher-pitched moan left his lips as he massaged them. She could feel her panties getting wetter the longer she watched him.

     His hand pumping faster till she could see his hips slightly buck up from the bed and into his hand. Seeing his tendons tighten in his hand. His moans filled the bedroom while she slightly shifted to have her legs under her. Rubbing herself against the ball of her feet to try and relieve some pressure. 

     “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” Felix moaned, pumping himself faster. Gripping his cock and balls tighter. 

     Cock hovering over his stomach till his hips bucked erratically and Y/n watched his load shoot out onto his lower stomach. A string of grunts spilled just like the seamen from his tip until he was finished. He opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling to catch his breath. 

     Felix felt the bed shift and looked down to see the same girl who had asked him to jerk off for her cleaning his load off his lower stomach. Felix smiled, moving a hand to hold the back of her head while she ate his cum off of him. “Good girl,” he muttered

     Y/n kissed her way up his chest before landing on his lips as she straddled his lap. Her tongue pushed past his lips. Both moaning into the kiss before Felix flipped them over so she was under him know. “Your turn baby. Show me how you masturbate.” Felix smiled as he sat back and fixed himself.

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little things ~ ella mai & jude 🫶🏼

little things - jude bellingham

A/N : got carried away and this ended up being longer than a drabble lol

the life of a final year university student during exam season is pure chaos. you're no exception: for the past couple days, you've been stuck in a loop of caffeine fueled days and long, sleepless nights. you've been so buried in exams and papers that you couldn't even go to your boyfriend jude's champions league away game.

you follow the match on a grainy stream from the library, and when he scores a beautiful goal, you jump from your seat so suddenly you startle the person sitting across from you.

you: YOU SCORED. so proud of you bby 💗

jude: thanks babe

jude: flight lands in about an hour. mind if i come straight to your place? you know i won't be able to sleep if i don't 😚

its true. the adrenaline after an evening game usually means a sleepless night for him. but that's not an issue when you're around. you have a calming effect on him, your mere presence in those times lulling him to sleep.

you: ofc. i'll be at the library for a couple more hours, but you have your key right?

jude: yupp.

jude: i’ll be there. make sure you eat something, yeah?

you: yes, dad.

jude: don’t “yes, dad” me. i mean it. i know how you get.

a couple of hours later, you trudge back home, exhausted. all you want is to curl up in bed with your boyfriend and sleep, but you can’t. the paper due at midnight, the one you thought you’d finish before leaving the library, is proving more difficult than you expected. so unfortunately you have to get it done before you can even think about resting.

when you unlock the door to your apartment, the sight that greets you makes you pause. the space that had been ground zero for your finals week chaos is now spotless. papers that were stewn all over the place, now organized neatly on your coffee table. the dishes that had piled up on the kitchen sink are washed and put away. floor swept, cat's litter box cleaned.

he's standing by the couch, airpods on, carefully folding your throw blanket. when he sees you there, his face immediately lights up. when you reach him, he pulls you into a tight hug and kisses your forehead, his arms wrapping around you like a shield. as always, being in his arms feels warm, grounding, and above all, comforting. it hasn't even been 48 hours since you last saw him, but it feels like you've been apart for weeks.

"you okay?" he asks softly, brushing a stray strand of curls from your face.

"no," you say in a panicked voice. "i’m not done with my paper, and it's due in like two hours."

"hey, it’s okay,” he says, squeezing your shoulders. "i can help... i think"

he says the last part cautiously, and you start laughing - but stop when you realize maybe he can help.

there's no time to waste, a couple moments later you sit at your tiny kitchen table, you on your laptop and him on his ipad , the same google doc open on each screen. your job is to write the actual paper, while jude does the citations.

“so, are we doing apa, chicago, or... something else?” jude squints at his phone with a confused look on his face, as if he’s reading a foreign language. you suppose for him it might as well be.

“chicago,” you say firmly, not looking up from your screen.

“got it,” he replies, setting his phone aside and rolling up his sleeves like he’s actually about to get his hands dirty.

and then you start working. for more than an hour the only sounds filling the room is the sound of keyboards clicking. jude works with the same focus and intensity you’ve seen from him when he plays football—brows knitted, his lips slightly parted as he carefully organizes the citations at the bottom of the document.

every now and then he mutters under his breath in a frustrated tone. “wait... is this a journal article or a book chapter? never mind, i got it.” or: “fuckin hell, who publishes something without a visible date?” each time, you answer without hesitation, grateful he’s doing the most boring, tedious part of your work for you.

at one point, your cat leaps onto the table and sits right next to jude’s ipad. he barely glances up, one hand absentmindedly scratching behind the cat’s ears while his other continues to scroll through a citation guide. it makes your heart swell, seeing him like that. superstar footballer who just scored in a champions league game mere hours ago, now sitting in your cramped kitchen giving your cat affection while helping write your essay. only jude. my sweet angle, you think to yourself.

“okay,” you announce finally, leaning back in your chair and stretching your arms above your head. “i think i’m done.”

“that’s my girl!” he exclaims, suddenly leaping up from his seat. before you can react, he picks you up from your chair, effortlessly lifting you into the air.

“jude!” you squeal, laughing as he flips you over and sets you back on your feet, his hands steadying you as he does.

you poke his chest, laughing. “couldn’t have done it without you.”

“obviously. who knew i was so good at this?” he kisses the top of your head. “think i'll charge you by the hour next time”

you roll your eyes at him, but inside you're just happy. happy to have submitted the essay, and happy you have jude as a boyfriend.

the stress of the night has melted away, and you feel a little lighter. you have an exam tomorrow at nine for a econ elective you regret not dropping, but there's no turning back now. all you can do is push through. in a couple of days, it will all be over.

with that somewhat encouraging thought in mind, you make your way to your bed, ready to pass out. and you almost reach it too, until jude pulls you back into the kitchen.

"you need to eat," he says sternly. he points to the takeout box sitting on the kitchen counter. "got that on my way here"

"i’m fine," you protest weakly as he heats up the food in the microwave. "i honestly just wanna sleep now"

"no, you’re not fine. you've barely eaten all day," he replies. when the microwave pings, he pulls out the food and plates it for you before putting it on the kitchen table, gesturing for you to sit.

you roll your eyes at him but comply. jude leans against the counter, watching you eat quietly, reassuringly. you can tell by his eyes he's tired too. undoubtedly drained from a physically demanding match, with the only sleep he's had since being a nap on the plane. yet here he is, prioritizing you above his own rest without a second thought.

“you didn’t have to do all this, you know,” you say in between bites. “cleaning, helping me with my paper... you should be resting.”

he shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. “you’re more important. i’ll rest when i know you’re okay.”

his words make your chest tighten, and you have to look away. it overwhelms you sometimes, his kindness and thoughtfulness.

when you finish eating, you go over to the sink and wash the dishes. jude leans against the counter, arms crossed, watching. he tells you all about his trip: the surprisingly good airplane food, the awful water pressure in the locker room showers, the cute baby he'd taken a picture with at the airport on the way back. the mundane details he can't help sharing with you, his way of showing you even when he's away, you're the biggest part of his life.

afterwards, you both do your nighttime routine in companionable silence before crawling into bed. the covers are soft and inviting as you settle in comfortably. jude pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist as he settles behind you, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder that makes goosebumps rise up on your skin.

the last thing you hear before you drift off to sleep is jude's low, sleepy voice murmuring "finally"

in the morning, you're rudely awaken by an insistent shake on the shoulders.

“y/n wake up,” jude says softly.

you groan, burying your face deeper into the pillow. “five more minutes,” you mumble, still half asleep.

“you don’t have five more minutes,” he says, his tone shifting. “it’s 8.40. you’re gonna be late for your exam.”

that does it. you sit up so fast you almost get dizzy, the panic hitting you hard.

“oh my god!” you gasp, throwing the blanket off and scrambling out of the bed.

you quickly brush your teeth and get changed while jude, bless him, packs your bag for you. when you emerge out of the bathroom fully ready, he's waiting for you with your backpack, all packed and ready to go.

"did you—?"

he nods, his lips quirking into a small smile. “yeah. laptop, pens, calculator, everything. and here—” he tosses you an energy bar, which you catch clumsily. “ eat that on the way.”

"you're a lifesaver" you say as you slip on your shoes.

"go ace it, baby" he holds the door open for you while handing you the bag.

you pause by the doorway, giving him a grateful look. "thank you. again. you're the best you know, that right? all the things you do for me, it's just..." you let out a breath. "i love you so much"

he gives you a lingering kiss. "i love you too" he murmurs against your lips. "and i know you'd to the same for me"

he’s right. when he’s had a bad day, you’re at his place in no time, ready to listen if he wants to talk or to put on one of his favorite movies if he doesn’t. when he's craving it, you cook him his favorite meal. when your schedule allows, you ride with his driver to pick him up from training, just because you know he loves seeing you waiting for him. all the little things you do for each other, all the everyday acts of service. the sum of which is the way you show each other that you care, that you love one another. and isn't that the point of a partnership?

"i'll text you after i get out okay?" you murmur, giving him one last peck on the lips.

you pull your backpack over your shoulder and head out into the day, feeling ready as ever.

[monster-disaster]

[orc] Zorag Iron - 3/3

orc!Zorag Iron x human!Reader - 3/3 Good to know: smut

Summary: Both you and Zorag want more.

A/N: The first journey in Ironridge reached its end. I hope you enjoyed it and you will stay to meet Zorag's brothers.

Almost a month goes by after your last encounter with Zorag in one of the storages. You barely meet, and when you do, both of you act like nothing happened. He is busy outside with the others while you do your job in the office. You take care of the orders and organize the deliveries. And try not to think about him too much for the sake of your sanity.

The sun is at the top of the sky. Bright and warm. The puddles left by the rain are nowhere anymore, and the lumberyard is busy and loud as usual. You can hear men shouting to each other through the vibration of the machines. The metal building in the middle of the yard is uncomfortable now that there are no clouds to protect you from the heat. You have to pull on your clothes every now and again so the fabric doesn't stick to your skin. You are hot and sweaty, and Zorag's sight through the window doesn't help.

You try everything to keep your mind away from Zorag, but the task seems impossible. You can still feel his hold on your legs, his nails digging into your flesh. At night, you imagine his face between your thighs as you touch yourself. Even the thought of his tongue on your folds and his finger in your pussy is enough to make you soaked.

Zorag is outside. You can see him from your seat behind the desk. Your fingers linger above the keyboard as your attention turns from your laptop to the orc. His trousers hang low on his hips. The fabric stretches on his thick thighs as he moves. His upper body is bare. His t-shirt hangs from his back pocket. To your surprise, he is smooth and shaved. You always imagined him hairy. His green skin seems lighter under the bright sunlight, and he is flushed by the heat. His black dreadlocks are tied back with a worn band. The beads and rings glint in his hair. Your fingers curl into fists as you imagine them gripping his locks.

Fuck.

Zorag feels your eyes on him the whole day. It burns his skin and twists his stomach. He has to force himself not to look at you through the office's window. And his willpower fails him rather often. Every now and again, when he is sure you are busy with something else, he dares to steal a few glances. You sit at the desk, your eyes on the laptop in front of you. A few sweaty locks of your hair are sticking to the delicate curve of your neck. The light summer dress you wear highlights the valley of your breasts and the curve of your waist. He saw you when you disappeared into the office early in the morning. The skirt swirled around your legs with each step you took. He couldn't help but imagine what you hid under the clothes. He jerks off more times at the memory of your taste than he would dare to admit it.

A relieved sigh leaves Zorag's lips when he arrives home, but the ache in his chest doesn't lessen. It's Friday, and he has a whole weekend ahead of him without seeing you. Not long ago, he would have been happy about it, but now… Now he just wants to grab his keys and go to your house.

While he decides to go and take a shower, you let your annoyance take over you.

You are angry, impatient, and horny.

Not even half an hour later, your car is parked in front of his house, and you are at the door, knocking on the wooden surface.

You are not even sure what you want to do if he opens the door. You can't ask him to have sex with you, can you? Then what? Should you talk about what happened? Clean the air between you two?

After a few seconds, the door of his home opens, and you forget how to breathe. Shock shows on his face, but you are too busy staring at his bare chest. Your gaze travels down, following the muscles of his stomach, until you pause on the white towel around his hips. The fabric barely reaches the middle of his thighs. Water still shines on his green skin.

"Ruby?" Zorag asks. His surprise quickly changes to smugness when he sees your reaction. Your lips open, and your eyes darken with desire. He still remembers your expression when you came because of his tongue and finger. The thought makes his cock jerk under the towel. The thin fabric does nothing to hide his half-hard erection. "What's wrong with you?" You snap at him, frowning. He doesn't get angry at your words. "You are the one who came here." "Yes," you agree. "Well…" Raising one of his brows, he finds amusement in your frustration. No matter how much you try to avoid the obvious bulge under the white towel, your gaze falls on it every now and again. "Did you come here for more?" He asks, leaning closer. Even though the neighbors can see him, he is not in a hurry. He is enjoying every minute of your struggle. "Of course not," you scoff. "I came here to clear the air between us. We can't work together like this." Lies. Lies. Lies. Zorag wants to kiss them off your mouth so you can scream the truth only. He hums, smirking. "Sure, Ruby. Come in, and we can talk about it." It's the worst idea you ever heard. "Okay."

The moment the door closes behind you, your back presses against the hard surface, and Zorag cages you in his embrace. His kiss is wild and out of control. His tusks dig into your lips, and his tongue invades your mouth. It's all need and demand. His lips are still open when he breaks the kiss and leans down to reach under your bottom. His hot breath fans over your neck, kissing down your collarbone and licking into your cleavage while hauling you up in his arms. Your legs curl around his waist immediately, and your fingers dig into the hard muscles of his shoulders. "Where are you taking me?" You gasp out. "Up to my room," he replies. His words are heavy with need. He moves like you weigh nothing. "I will fuck the bossiness out of you." The promise makes your pussy ache for him. A low groan rumbles through your skin when you start to grind yourself against him. "You love my bossiness," you tell him while he kisses up on the line of your neck. "I love it better when you are too fucked out to say anything." You land on his bed with a shriek. You are still in your clothes, and he is naked. The towel probably fell off somewhere on the stairs leading up to his bedroom. "Take off your clothes," he orders you. "It's time for you to learn how to be obedient." You scoff but do as he says. Kneeling in the middle of his bed, you grab the hem of your dress and pull it off of your body with one swift motion. You don't wear a bra, and when Zorag notices it, he groans at the sight. His hand is around his cock, already jerking off. "Stand up on the bed and come here." A part of you wants to argue with him, but in the end, you obey again. With the bed under you, the height difference is perfect for him to grab your waist with his free arm and pull you against himself until you are so close he can lick and suck your nipples. Your back arches at the feeling, pushing yourself into his greedy mouth more. Every swirl of his tongue goes straight between your legs. Your panties are ruined. You are sure of it. "Zorag," you croak out his name. "Please…" "What do you want?" He grunts. His tusk flicks over your nipple. Your breasts are soft and just enough for him to play with them to his heart's content. "You," you tell him. "I want you." Your words are breathy and impatient. "Take off your panties and lay down on your back if you want me to fuck that pretty pussy. I'm sure it's already wet for my cock."

Zorag still barely believes his own eyes. You are lying on his bed, naked and ready. Your legs are wide apart, showing him your hot center. Your nipples are hard and wet peaks, and your folds glint with your juices. You are the prettiest sight he has ever seen. His balls twitch with the need to cum, but a squeeze around the base of his shaft stops him at the last second.

"So pretty," he says, letting his eyes wander on your body. "You are so fucking pretty." "Then come and fuck me," you suggest, lifting your hips to entice him. "I need you, Zorag! Please!"

Your plea hits something in him because of your absolute delight; he is above you before you know it. He keeps his weight off you with his strong arms but his warmth still cages you into something safe and comfortable. His hard cock grazes your lower stomach, almost reaching the slit of your pussy where you need him the most.

"I need to get you ready," he says, mostly to remind himself of the size difference between you two. You are still a human, while he is an orc everywhere. Before he can lower himself, you grab his hair. "You don't have to." Zorag frowns. "I don't want to hurt you." "You won't," you promise. "I- I'm ready. I was ready when I got here." Your confession humiliates and excites you at the same time, and more heat creeps up on your cheeks when you see the recognition crossing Zorag's face. "Did you touch yourself before you came here?" His voice is nothing but a low growl. "Answer me, Ruby." "Yes." "Did you think of me?" He asks. One of his hands slides down your body, reaching between your legs. His finger brushes over your clit, sending shivers all over your body. "Did you think of my mouth? My tongue on your sweet pussy? You taste so good, Ruby. I want to eat you every day from now on." "Zorag!" You cry out his name when his finger pushes inside you. "Did you imagine my cock in this pretty hole? Did you think about how well I could stretch you out?" When you don't answer, he stops his finger from pushing into you deeper, and you sob out a croaked reply. "Yes, I thought of you. I thought of your mouth, your fingers, your cock. I only think about you." "And did you come? Or did you come here because your pretty fingers weren't enough anymore?" "I came here to fuck me," you tell him. Your hips move in sync with his thrusts. "I come here for your cock, Zorag." "And you will get it," he promises, leaving the warmth of your wet channel to adjust his cock at your entrance. "I will fuck you, Ruby." "Yes," you moan. "Do it! Please, Zorag, do it!"

You roll your hips to get him inside you faster. Your pussy stretches around the head of his cock. The orc pushes into you slowly and steadily. His heart beats in his throat at the feeling of your warm tightness around his shaft. Your walls already flutter and pulse to pull him deeper and deeper until he is inside you completely. "Oh, god," you groan. "So full." "That's right," he growls. "That's what you needed, Ruby. You don't have to use your fingers anymore. I'm here now." When he is sure you are adjusted to his size, he starts to move in and out rapidly. He pounds your pussy while you can do nothing but moan and shake under his heavy body. Your wetness coats his cock, dripping down on his balls. His eyes roll back at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him, demanding more, demanding everything he can give you. "Where do you want me to cum?" Zorag grunts. "Where do you want my seed, Ruby?" "Inside me," you cry. Tears roll down your cheeks at the pleasure that burns your veins and jerks your muscles. "I'm on the pill." Hearing you reply, Zorag moves even faster. You didn't know it was possible. The bed thuds against the wall in the background, mixing with the wet sound between your legs.

You both reach your high at the same time. Your walls flutter around his cock, your nails dig into the hard muscles of his back, and he can't keep up any longer. He pushes himself inside you entirely and cums. His seed fills you up, dripping down where you meet while your cunt milks him for more.

"Wow," you pant after long minutes of silence when he drops on the bed beside you. You start to miss his warmth immediately. "Yeah," he agrees. "Do you want to take a bath? I can make us something to eat in the meanwhile." You are not sure why you are surprised. Zorag is not the type who sends his partners away after everything is done. "That would be good," you reply. "Thank you." "Good," he smirks, leaning closer to press a quick kiss on your lips. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

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[sleepberries]

Hiii its been a while since i asked yku something but would you mind make n.60 or 32 of spideyhood??

I love every fic you write like they are all so beatifully written💖💖💖

I hope you have a nice day!!!|＾▽＾)ノ

32. neck kisses + 60. sitting in their lap (i decided to combine them!! i hope you enjoy)

The apartment was finally, blissfully quiet.

Peter had been bouncing off the walls for the better part of the evening—literally, in some cases, when his excitement had triggered involuntary wall-crawling that left him stuck to the ceiling above their couch. Jason had watched with fond exasperation as Peter had given him a detailed breakdown of his latest web fluid improvements, complete with chemical formulas scrawled on napkins and enthusiastic hand gestures that nearly knocked over their coffee table twice.

Now, though, Peter had finally burned through his excess energy. He was curled up in the armchair by the window, laptop balanced on his knees, working on what looked like homework for his graduate program. The soft glow of the screen highlighted the sharp angles of his face, caught the way he worried his bottom lip between his teeth when he was concentrating.

Jason had been content to watch from the couch, cleaning his guns, but something about the quiet domesticity of the moment made him restless. Peter looked so fucking beautiful like that—all focused intensity and unconscious grace, hair falling across his forehead in a way that made Jason's fingers itch to brush it back.

"Hey," Jason said, setting aside the pistol he'd been working on. "Come here."

Peter glanced up, blinking owlishly behind his glasses. "What? Why?"

"Because I said so," Jason replied, patting his thigh in invitation. "And because you've been sitting in that chair for two hours straight. Your back's probably killing you."

Peter rolled his eyes, but Jason caught the small smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. "My back is fine, thank you very much. Spider powers, remember? Enhanced healing, enhanced flexibility—"

"Enhanced ability to be a stubborn pain in the ass," Jason interrupted. "Get over here, Parker."

"So demanding," Peter muttered, but he was already closing his laptop, unfolding himself from the chair with that fluid grace that never failed to make Jason's breath catch.

When Peter settled into his lap, straddling Jason's thighs with the laptop balanced carefully between them, Jason felt something tight in his chest loosen. This—having Peter's weight settled against him, warm and solid and real—this was better than any meditation bullshit Bruce had ever tried to push on him.

"Happy now?" Peter asked, but there was no real annoyance in his voice. He'd already reopened his laptop, fingers flying over the keys as he picked up where he'd left off.

"Getting there," Jason murmured, sliding his hands up Peter's sides, thumbs tracing the sharp jut of his hipbones through his thin t-shirt.

Peter's typing faltered for just a moment. "Jay, I really need to finish this—"

"I'm not stopping you," Jason said innocently, pressing a kiss to the side of Peter's neck, just below his ear. "Keep working."

Peter's breath hitched, but his fingers found the keyboard again. "You're—fuck—you're such a distraction."

"Me?" Jason asked, letting his lips trail down the column of Peter's throat, tasting salt and something uniquely Peter. "I'm just sitting here."

"Sitting there and—shit, Jason—and doing that thing with your mouth that makes me forget how to think."

Jason grinned against Peter's skin. "What thing?" He punctuated the question with another kiss, this one open-mouthed and lingering, right at the juncture where Peter's neck met his shoulder.

Peter's typing stopped entirely. The laptop trembled slightly in his grip. "You know exactly what thing, you bastard."

"Language, Pete," Jason chided, even as his hands slipped under Peter's shirt, palms flat against the warm expanse of his back. "What would May say?"

"May would probably tell you to stop being a tease and just—oh, fuck—" Peter's words dissolved into a soft gasp as Jason found that spot on his neck, the one that made him melt every goddamn time.

"Just what?" Jason prompted, his voice rough with want and affection in equal measure.

Peter's laugh was breathless, shaky. "Just kiss me properly, you asshole."

Jason pulled back just enough to meet Peter's eyes, taking in the flush spreading across his cheekbones, the way his pupils had blown wide behind his glasses. "I thought you needed to finish your homework."

Peter's hands came up to frame Jason's face, fingers sliding into his hair. "Homework can wait," he decided, leaning down until their foreheads touched. "This is more important."

"Yeah?" Jason asked softly, his hands still mapping the familiar territory of Peter's back, thumb tracing the line of his spine.

"Yeah," Peter confirmed, and when their lips met, it was soft and sweet and perfect—the kind of kiss that tasted like coming home, like quiet Sunday mornings and shared secrets and all the words they didn't need to say.

When they finally broke apart, Peter's laptop had been carefully set aside, and Jason couldn't remember either of them moving it.

"Your homework—" Jason started.

"Can definitely wait," Peter finished firmly, settling more fully into Jason's lap, arms looped around his neck. "I've got better things to do right now."

Jason's smile was soft, genuine in a way that only Peter ever got to see. "I love you, you know that?"

Peter's answering grin was radiant. "I love you too, Jase. Even when you're a distracting bastard who doesn't let me do my homework."

"Especially then," Jason corrected, pulling Peter down for another kiss.

[dewystars-of-the-valley]

A Few Sebastian Headcanons 👾

Part I Part II Part III

- Totally got the "Don't bully me I'll cum shirt" as a gag gift from Sam or Abigail one year and sometimes if he is stuck in a project for long enough to get behind on laundry it will see the light of his computer screen. If the farmer visits on one of these days he doesn't even register why they are looking at him like that for a minute. Once he realizes what he's wearing he throws a completely unhelpful hand across the printed words and gives a flustered explanation. Its the least cool he's ever been in front of the farmer.

- But when he's not working on a project, he's a very clean person. He keeps his space clean and cleans he's keyboard regularly because he hates when little crumbs or dust particles are visible under the keys. By keeping his space really well Demetrius can't say anything about it to him. It also keeps his mom off his back about any certain strange smells.

- He doesn't like making his mom worry. Robin has been his only constant in life and he absolutely adores her, but he'll even avoid her if Demetrius is in his rants again. He doesn't want to hear her agree with him.

- He grew up helping Robin load her truck for projects and sometimes even on-site. He knows how to hold a flashlight steady and properly hold a board that's getting cut. He loved the time with her away from Demetrius too.

- He says hi to Linus whenever they cross paths, though most of the time they just stand on different sides of the lake, enjoying the view. Linus seems to know exactly what he wants from life and doesn't care what other people think. He can respect that.

- If the farmer ever fell asleep after an RP session, or even once they live together, and he had computer work or a planned gaming session to do before he would join them, he would make sure the lights wouldn't bother them. He would tilt his monitor a bit to the side and if they seemed to be in perfect line up with the screen he'd take his pillows and make a pillow tent around their head to block out the light.

[robygoonn2]

Buying him a gift [TSP Narrator and Reader fic part 1] can be platonic or romantic

You practically skipped home, smile on your face when thinking about how lucky you were earlier when you found what you did, for such a cheap price as well!

Well, finding the main thing part was lucky and made your day, however finding the other bits and pieces to go with your purchase was a bit of a hassle, trying to find certain cords and wires in different electronic stores

Good thing the stores you went to were all more older and had what you needed for an older computer like the one you found, when you showed the workers, most were shocked at how clean and pristine it still looked, and even said you're lucky for finding one so cheap since most would atleast have a key missing on the keyboard, or even a crack in the screen, but it seemed luck liked you today, and you weren't complaining in the slightest

With a hum, you dug out your keys and unlocked the door, yelling you were home and setting your shoes off to the side once you set your bags down with it

After a few seconds you heard him

"UH- JUST A SECOND PLEASE I ERM- I'M DOING SOMETHING RIGHT NOW UH-"

Huh, weird, he sounds panicked in way, but...he does have anxiety, but this was more of a "please don't walk in on what I'm doing" kinda voice, something you never really heard from him until now

"Uh....ok? Anyways, I bought you something that I think you'll like! Think of it as a housewarming present or...whatever people call it, since yknow...you're living with me now"

Walking into the kitchen you finally got a view of what he's trying to do, cook, well you probably should've guessed that since his voice did come from here while you were in the doorway

"Ooo, watcha trying to make?"

You peered over his shoulder trying to see what's in the pot, making him flinch and back off a little, embarrassment was written all over him, looks like....spaghetti sauce? But also you couldn't really tell with all of the other ingredients topping over each other and blocking your view of what's under it

"You..didn't expect me to come home so early, huh?"

He looked down, mouth hanging open to say something but nothing was said, he swallowed and shook a "no", eyes still on the floor

"Why is there so many toppings..? You can't even tell what you're trying to make here"

"I..er, heard you could put in other things to make the taste more rich, but I er- I think i may have added too much"

You smile and chuckled at him

"Well if you want, later i can teach you, i know a bit but I'm no master chef or anything"

He smiled a little as you guided him away from the stove with your hand on his back, bringing him to the table and gesturing for him to sit down, saying you'll be right back as you rushed to the front door to grab your bags, heading back

He sighed and finally spoke, setting down the clothe that was in his hands onto the table and fidgeting with it a bit

"So you said you bought me something hm? Whatever could have made you need to do that? I don't need anything"

You didn't glance over at him, too busy digging through the stuffed bags and setting things down onto the table to clear the bags to look for what you bought for him, curious, he picked up a couple of things and examined it as he waited for you

Finally you found it, grabbing it as a smile grew on your face, now looking back at him, to which his face just showed confusion and a little shock

"Is..that a laptop-?"

"Yup, got it for a really cheap price at a thrift store, thought maybe you could use it to write again! Like you did in the Parable? Uh- That is if you want to-"

He hummed softly and took it from your hands, opening it and checking out the screen and keyboard, you couldn't really read his face but he seemed pleased atleast, which is what you wanted

"Are you sure it works though? If it was in one of those places wouldn't most not work? But to be honest, I'm not quite sure about things like these"

"Well yeah, wouldn't they check before selling them? I dunno.."

He raised an eyebrow at you

"So you yourself aren't even sure but yet you went ahead with buying it? Because you thought i needed a laptop of all things-?"

"I dunno! You just seem bored all the time, and you mostly just lay in bed, but this way you can Interact with more things, like other artists, wouldn't you like that?"

Looking back at the computer he had a contemplating look on his face, muttering something between a hum and a stutter, until finally waving his hand at you while standing up from his seat

"Alright, Alright, I'll try it, if you REALLY think your money was worth it on this...thing, but if it doesn't work-"

He paused, giving you a grin as a mischievous glint in his eyes grew

"You have to return it, get your money back and buy me anything i want, perhaps a cookbook...or even a Rolex.. hmm..."

"HUH?! I doubt you could even buy one of those with the amount I spent on all this, Nar"

"Oh please, you must know by now when I'm teasing you right? You think i ACTUALLY want one of those things? No no....hm...but it might look nice...oh what to choose..."

A mix between a puzzled look stayed on your face as well as amusement as you watched him walk away, you knew he liked teasing you but if it really was something you could afford then maybe he would make you get it for him, as payback for being so careless with your money

After a few minutes of you unpacking all of your purchases, he said he'll take a shower, and will then want to check out the laptop

Surprise was one main thing you felt, because for the past few days he seemed incredibly picky on whatever you brought home, even refusing to eat certain take outs, but he seemed intrigued by this, which you thought was good development and made you a little giddy with excitement

I WILL BE WRITING PART 2 SOON!!

[fakezircon]

hellooo zircon, for no particular reason (/silly) do you have any tips for beginner streamers? Your streams are always clean and well put together esp from a technical side imo so I trust your advice on this one :) - @helsex

This is gonna be long so get comfy.

#1 best tip: Get familiar with your streaming software of choice (most likely OBS) and don't be afraid to play with it. Your first streams are not gonna be a polished as you'd like no matter what you do. You don't need to know the software inside and out to use it well and familiarity will come with use. The best approach (in my opinion) is to figure out what you like in other streams and figure out how to do that for yourself, don't worry about learning absolutely everything right from the start.

Another good tip is to do some mic checks beforehand, if you just record instead of streaming you'll be able to see what your mic sounds like on stream, and there are tons of tutorials out there for figuring out mic settings (this is the one I followed I think, although with some differences just for my own preference).

Yet another helpful resource: this is a link to an obs plugin that will help manage audio sources so you can actually control what plays on stream, instead of it just playing your whole desktop audio. (I think OBS has a version of this going now? But I tried using it and didn't get far) You'll have to add an audio source individually for each application but the greater control is a godsend.

For overlays (things like chat on stream and alerts that play when people follow/subscribe/raid that sort of thing), there's a few routes you can go down. Twitch has their own alerts thing but personally I use streamelements (they also have a very popular chatbot which I don't use myself but may be worth looking into if that's something you want). Whichever service you end up using should give you some sort of link, which will be added to your obs as a Browser Source. (Also if you're using the obs plugin I linked, the browser source audio would be under the name "obs-browser-page.exe" after you set up the browser source)

My final bit of advice is that hotkeys are your friends! It is absolutely worth setting up a few hotkeys to make controlling your stream while in game easy. Personally I have hotkeys set up for toggle muting my my mic and discord audio, as well as for changing between my most common scenes (Also my catcam when my animals deign to show up). Typically if you are just using a regular keyboard you'll want to use key combinations as hotkeys to avoid accidentally activating one while trying to type in game (Something I have done many a time, but hey you never stop learning!).

Shoutout to @addaxbones for teaching me literally everything I know about streaming btw. He's the guy that got me into this mess and also the reason I met most of my friends today. (love that guy)

One last thing under the readmore to cover my shame /silly:

I am flattered you consider my streams "clean and well put together", and you can maybe take this as proof that on screen != behind the scenes, but here is my desktop from a few streams ago, not a tidy look I can tell you that.

It doesn't normally get this bad, but it's also not a whole lot better.

[pompasookie]

𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐜.𝟐

Chapter 2: Screaming Red

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader

Summary: Sebastian thought he was done with small-town life, but when he ends up back at his mom’s house, surrounded by boxes he refuses to unpack, it’s clear he’s stuck. The last thing he needed was a new farmer shaking things up in his already unstable life.

Word Count: 1,528

Links: Chapter 1 // Chapter 3

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In the darkness of the basement, only the screen glowed.

The blinking cursor taunted him, relentless in its rhythm. Sebastian glared at the screen, his fingers hovering uselessly over the keyboard. Ctrl Z. Another line vanished into the void.

Leaning back with a groan, he rubbed at his temples. The problem wasn’t the code—it was clean, efficient, elegant even. But his mind refused to cooperate, slipping free of his control like water through his fingers.

As Sebastian stared at the numbers, his mother’s earlier words echoed faintly in his mind. “You’ll figure it out.” He huffed under his breath. Easier said than done.

He forced himself to type a few more lines. A typo. The backspace key clattered under his fingers, erasing his half-hearted attempt. The whirring of his computer mocked him.

When the silence became unbearable, he pushed his chair back with a screech, joints protesting as he stood. The pack of cigarettes on his desk caught his eye. Yeah. He needed air—or at least the illusion of it.

Grabbing his jacket off the floor, he swung it over his shoulder as the floorboards creaked under his weight. He opened the door, hissing at the bright light glaring back at him—like the little cretin he was, crawling out of the basement.

This is what he hated the most, the trek upstairs. His legs were weak, knees bent, sluggish. He walked past the lab without much of a glance. He ignored the doors opening, his sister looking for her glasses, the good morning that wasn’t directed to him. Everything. He needed to smoke.

Sebastian shuffled towards the window, grasping at the latch to push it open so that he could finally light his cig and be done with it. He wouldn’t have looked outside—had no reason to—until something flickered in his peripheral vision. A smudge of red.

It was not just red, but screaming red, the kind that seemed to defy the natural palette of the countryside. Of nature. Of anything.

He immediately pulled on the window, snapping it close as he hid behind the curtains.

What the hell?

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Sebastian peered through the gaps, squinting as his eyes struggled to focus. A girl—of course, it was a girl.

Sebastian lingered by the window, catching fragments of their conversation through the glass. He wasn’t trying to listen, but the girl’s voice carried, cutting through the quiet morning like static.

She stood outside, leaning toward Robin, her rambling cut through the crack of wood splitting.

“I mean… I found a critter under my farm,” she said, gesturing far and wide. “Big eyes. Like this.” She made circles with her fingers and peered through them as if to mimic whater she saw. Her uneven plaits bouncing as she shifted from foot to foot.

To the girl’s credit, she wasn’t yelling, she was speaking normally albeit a bit exaggerated. She was just loud, her existence was.

She was a riot of mismatched colors—chunky necklaces jangling, muddy boots marking her trail, and oversized shades slipping down her nose despite the overcast sky. Everything seemed bleak when put next to her, she was sucking the colors out of her surroundings for herself. How greedy, he remarked to himself.

Sebastian couldn’t help but stare. 

She looked like she had been plucked from a storybook, dusted off, and dropped unceremoniously into the wrong genre. For a moment, the world outside seemed to shrink around him, her presence warping the quiet monotony of his day. Who exactly was she, her face had an air of familiarity that his brain refused to remember-

“Hey, you’re up early.”

Maru’s voice startled him, breaking his concentration as if someone had flicked a switch. He jerked away from the window as if caught in something he didn’t want to be seen in.

There, his sister stood, wearing her nurse’s uniform. Crisp and clean. Almost a relief to see after bearing witness to the eye sore from outside.  

Almost —because etched on her expression was an awkward quirk at the corner of her lips, caught somewhere between amusement and suspicion. She was waiting for a reply.

Sebastian shifted his weight against the wall, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Mm,” he grunted, his gaze sliding past her toward the floor. That’s a good enough response for her, right? 

Maru tilted her head, frowning slightly as she stepped closer. Her sharp eyes darted over him, catching the faint redness in his own. “On second thought, did you sleep at all?” Maru asked, her tone teetering between genuine concern and mild exasperation.

“I’m fine.” His voice was flat, a wall she was used to hitting.

“Sure you are,” she said, crossing her arms. “And I’m running for mayor.” Which was near impossible, you’d have to fight that title off Mayor Lewis’ wrinkly grip.

For some unexplainable reason, Maru chose today to bug him. “What do you want?” he snapped, finally looking up.  

Maru sighed, taking a small step back but still watching him intently. Her eyes followed his line of sight to the window. “What are you looking at?”  

“Nothing,” he replied, his voice low, though there was an edge of defensiveness.  

“Uh-huh,” she said, a knowing note creeping into her tone as she leaned slightly toward the glass. “Nothing, or... something bright red ?”  

He didn’t respond, turning sharply and brushing past her. “Don’t you have a certain doctor to batt eyelashes for?” he snarked. 

Her nose twitched, face creased. Sebastian would feel satisfied if it weren’t for the fact that she looked genuinely peeved. “That’s not all I do, Sebastian .” She hissed his name before she caught herself.

“You know what? Never mind, you’re in one of those moods again.” Maru shook her head as she headed for the door. She glanced back once, adding, “Do us a favor and get some sleep.” Her tone wasn’t biting, but it landed all the same. She didn’t wait for a reply as the door clicked behind her.

Sebastian stayed still for a moment. “Us?” He repeated, the words spat out like poison. He turned his head away from where Maru was, his gaze sliding back to the window.

The smear of red danced in his peripheral vision, vibrant and unyielding. He turned away, muttering under his breath, but the image lingered, as stubborn as the blinking cursor still taunting him in the basement.

“It is legal, right?” The girl mused, tucking her hand under her chin. “It’s a wild animal,” Robin countered with a small grin. “I am sure there are laws that prevent people from plucking wild animals and treating them like cats and dogs.”

Robin straightened her back, hands on her hip as she stretched her taut muscles. “Rabies exists, hun.” She reminded her with a playful sarcastic hum to her voice.

Then, she took a big yawn, “But, if you really want to adopt the lil' guy, why not ask Marnie?” At the end of the day, Robin was a carpenter. She knew nothing of caring for animals… well, besides her children, of course.

"Marnie is never in her ranch!” the girl huffed, throwing her arms up in exasperation. “It’s like she’s allergic to her own job.”

“Sounds like someone I know,” Robin teased, her gaze sliding to the girl with a playful raise of her eyebrow, her smile curling knowingly at the corners.

The girl groaned, throwing her head back dramatically before pacing a small circle, her frustration bubbling over. Mid-step, her movements stilled, her attention drawn to Maru stepping out the front door.

She straightened instantly, her mood shifting as her face lit up with a bright, effortless smile. Maru returned the gesture with a nod, her expression calm, unlike the nerve-popping scowl she shot him just before exiting. Maru crossed the yard to give Robin a quick peck on the cheek, striking a small talk with the girl before going on her way down the mountain.

Sebastian’s brows furrowed, his stomach twisting with an unfamiliar irritation. Of course, everyone’s chums with this girl, he thought bitterly. It was like she’d waltzed into Pelican Town and slipped effortlessly into its folds... as if she’d always belonged. At this rate, Demetrius could step out and give her a hug, and no one would bat an eye.

The thought gnawed at him, sharper than it should have.

He backed away from the window, the taste of disdain lingering on his throat.

It might be unfair to dislike someone he hadn’t even met, but that wasn’t the problem. The irritation wasn’t about her— it was everything. The cloying familiarity of small-town life, the endless noise, and the weight of expectations he couldn’t seem to shake. Nothing felt right these days, not his work, not this town, not even himself.

The view outside blurred, his focus drifting until his own reflection stared back at him from the glass. So far away from everyone. He hated that a part of him envied their ease, their belonging.

He wasn’t part of this world—not anymore. He’d left it behind, or maybe it had left him.

He turned his back to the window. He'd light his cigarette somewhere else instead.

[kamiko1234]

So, the same friends who got me to read the Percy Jackson have (against my will) spoiled me by showing me this image :

Telling me his name was Jason and that he's gonna get important later on.

Now ngl, I will admit, for a hot second I though that was Luke. They look alike as fuck, and I now have developed a problem of switching up their names 'cause I accidentally clocked them under the same person. Fuck. But also, they really look alike. So, in a burst of inspiration and excitment I shall present to thee my theory :

THAT'S LUKE'S LONG LOST TWIN BROTHER

NOW HEAR ME OUT; I KNOW a first name and pic isn't MUCH to go off on, BUT LIKE- I feel I might have gotten something there. Because- this sort of resemblance HAS to be on purpose. Like, they HAVE to be related in some way and physically speaking they ARE around the same age. SO LIKE; IMAGINE THIS : what if, when Luke/Jason were in the whomb, only one of them got their father's power ? While for the other one it stayed dormant to the point where Jason could basically pass as a normal human, unlike his brother ? With Annabeth we have seen that it can be dangerous for a mortal family to have a demigod child with them due to the threat monsters pose. WE ALSO KNOW LUKE RAN AWAY FROM HOME. SO MY THEORY !?

Basically, Jason/Luke are twin brothers. Luke inherited the largest and most obvious godly part from their father. Jason on the other hand inherited next to nothing, allowing him to pass as normal human. (As far as I know there's no point where it's mentioned that it isn't possible for this to happen) As the twins grow up and Luke attracts more monsters, it get#s progressively more dangerous for the seemingly human Jason. Shit hit's the fan when during a monster attack, jason get's severely injured (that#s where he got that weird scar on his lip). His twin, Luke, horrified at what happened and under the believe his twin is dead decided to run away and get to Camp Halfblood. That's where me meets up with Annabeth and Thalia ect. HOWEVER, Jason wasn't dead. Heavily injured, yes. But NOT dead. He did however have a nasty case of amnesia. A complete clean slate, he remembered NOTHING. Their mother, not rly having been the biggest fan of Jason bc of how he endangered basically everyone around him, just straight up lied to Jason abt his twin. SO NOW I DID NOTICE THAT JASON HAS THAT NECKLACE FROM CAMP HALLFBLOOD WITH ONE BEAD SO MY IDEA FOR THAT !? He's a late bloomer. It only seemed like he got little to no powers from his father, but as he grew older the powers slowly started to surface. That meant he too started to get demigod powers as well as him starting to attract monsters.

Which is why he too has to come to camp. HIM COMMING SO LATE IS ALSO WHY HE HAS THAT WACKY ASS PURPLE SHIRT. (I'll be real I have no idea what to make of that. Looks like a spelling mistake or someone just smashing random keys on a keyboard. It isn't looking like a band to me either. Maybe it's just smth in-universe) I also have no idea what that wacky tattoo is that he has. HOWEVER; I could possibly see a future Luke centric plot where it's him going out to get his long lost twin brother back ! Possibly the plot for the 2nd book maybe ? Another theory of mine is that, should either Annabeth or Grover be the one to betray Percy and switch sides, Luke would be the one to fill in their spot in the trio. So that could possibly play into my theory, would also allow for some nice backstory exploring. But also the heartbreak of Luke finding out his twin brother who he thought DIED is alive, BUT ALSO DOESN'T EVEN REMEMBER HIM !?

I wanna see that angst. PS; ok while tagging I noticed there's no Jason Castellan tag. Which, okay may be a problem. But dw Jason props just changed last names post amnesia. Maybe his mother simply got married to someone and Jason took the man's lastname. My theory can still work. (Unfortunatly @mrfandomwars said that, when I asked abt Jason's current lastname, it would invlove revealing more canon which I don't want. So Jason ain#t gonna be tagged....)

[rowanb3rries]

tmagp episode 17 thoughts. no or not a lot of context but still read at your own peril

index of these posts

3:40 celia. again?

4:10 i feel like i constantly feel the need to type ": ( sam"

4:30 oxford is like FAR jesus christ

5:00 he's so cute, dude. he's so awkward and cute.

5:20 always a sign of being really okay when you have to tell yourself you're okay. i've done it i've been there but it is a Lie

6:00 it always strikes me so funny to think that they are still just going along with the whole 'this is a text-to-speech generator on a computer from the 90s or whenever'. i mean, everyone *must* know there's something up. i just. chester is doing his theatre kid shit

6:40 'you'd probably benefit from therapy' is. i don't know if this was properly well-meaning but if it was it's so hilariously back-handed

7:35 STROKING ORCHIDS? IS THIS AN IDIOM I DON'T KNOW OR IS THIS LITERAL I'M TOO AUTISTIC HELP

8:00 for a little while i was going to a therapy-not-therapy thing my doctor sent me to (the woman was adamant it wasn't therapy but idk what else to call it) and she had a plant pot in her office with an avocado seed that had grown a leaf. that's all. that's what i'm thinking about rn : )

10:00 UM????????????????

11:25 i like when they give us a statement-giver who's kind of an asshole lmao

13:50 i'm so intrigued. being invited in for tea is not what i expected from the double when we got introduced to the idea

14:25 d and d's brother elden ring vibes honestly

14:50 who are the guests. also i need to know how darrien og ended up emaciated like that

16:00 hoo boy sharon

17:10 the juicy shit is about to go down

18:10 jesus christ

19:20 turned inward or turned outward, which path would you like better

19:30 god i hope the man is a third them

20:00 oh this is better than a third them really

21:15 sharon is fascinating. i want to know what she knows

22:20 THAT WAS A GOOD ONE

22:30 oooo celia looking for answers huh......

22:55 glad to know alice also eats things at the computer. when i moved i fully disassembled my keyboard and cleaned it out and there was Mystery Substance under the keys (likely a combination of cat hair and dust but it looked rather like unburned tobacco)

23:30 I AM CONCERNED FOR COLIN. SHE'S RIGHT, IT'S BEEN WEEKS

23:45 the fucking error sounds in the bg are so funny. but also i want to know if they're like. a reused sound from somewhere else. imagine if they were a fucked up version of a sound we already knew

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[iamvegorott]

Ink Month 2024 Day 5

Music - JJ + Henrik

Henrik sat behind his desk, elbows resting on the wooden surface while he tried to will the ache in his head away by rubbing his temples with his thumbs. Thankfully, it wasn’t a proper headache yet. Maybe he should pause his work and let his mind rest, but there was still so much to do: a never-ending, mostly self-assigned list of work. 

“Henrik?” The word got spoken directly into his head. Even if Henrik hadn’t recognized the voice, he’d still know who owned it.

“Good afternoon, JJ. Do you need something?” Henrik asked, lowering his hands and looking to the entrance of his office. JJ stood at the now open door, his usual vest missing, and his button-up shirt had the sleeves folded and pushed up to his elbows. 

“I was thinking of doing some practice. Care to join?” JJ offered. He hadn’t planned on practicing earlier, but when he peeked in to check in on his friend, he noticed how Henrik appeared to be over-stressing like he always did when filling out all of the paperwork for the Septiceye’s medical records. That alone was a handful, let alone the other responsibilities Henrik took over. 

“Maybe in a bit, I still need to-” Henrik was about to list his reasons, but JJ didn’t give him a chance before grabbing his arm and tugging. “Now, why did you ask if I ‘cared to join’ if there was no choice?” Henrik asked with a chuckle, allowing JJ to pull him to his feet and guide him out of the office and to the living room. 

“I wanted to sound polite.” JJ hummed with a grin, releasing Henrik’s arm. 

“Well, at least you try.” Henrik teased a bit as he went over to the piano, flicking out the bottom of his lab coat so it didn’t get sat on, and then he took a seat on the bench. “Hello, old friend.” He greeted the piano, running his hands over the keyboard cover before lifting it and exposing the freshly cleaned keys. They were all ready and practically begging to be played. 

“I am a gentleman, after all.” JJ kept his grin as he picked up his violin and removed it and the bow from the case. His fingers grazed the polished surface before using the chin rest on the bottom of the violin. 

“Of course.” Henrik played a few keys, feeling his body relaxing already and the ache beginning to fade. 

“I was thinking of playing Schubert’s Sonatina. In D Major?” JJ suggested, putting himself next to Henrik. 

“Sounds like a fun warm-up,” Henrik said with a proud puff to his chest. After checking that JJ was ready to go, he began playing the song. JJ joined in immediately, softly smiling as they created beautiful music together. Lost in their own world of the song, feeling the melody in their very souls, they were unaware of the growing audience they were gathering. 

It began with Robbie, who happily sat on the middle of the floor, eyes wide with excitement as he watched the two play. Chase and Marvin were next, both having been looking for Robbie, and they decided to stay, sitting on one of the couches together. Jackie was going to head out for a run but got distracted by the music, sitting down on the armrest of the couch next to Marvin. The last one to join was Anti, who was bored and unable to find anyone to bother, so he eventually made his way to the living room. He was known for breaking a peaceful moment, but even he was soothed by the music, and he sat in one of the chairs, crossing his legs under himself and letting his eyes close. 

When the two finished, they shared a smile and then flinched in shock when there was clapping. JJ chuckled and did a little bow while Henrik rubbed the back of his neck, a little embarrassed at not realizing they weren’t alone. 

“Can you play more?” Robbie asked, bouncing a bit with his question. 

“I don’t mind,” JJ said with a smirk to Henrik. 

“I guess I can handle a little longer of a break.” Henrik cracked his knuckles. “How about some Les Misérables?” 

“A lovely idea.” JJ tucked the violin back under his chin, neither needing to clarify which song to begin and soon, the room filled with music once more.