#I’ll get back to you all and appreciate you all too

[grace-williams-xo]

RAMBLING THOUGHTS AFTER FINISHING PART TWO. GONNA ADDRESS MY P1 THOUGHTS FIRST. SPOILER WARNING.

1 & 2: I think Debling could’ve worked in the second half, and I’m kinda sad Cressida didn’t get a happy ending. The Creloise fell of a CLIFF after ep 5 but I think it could still be saved

5: no cishet man has ever loved his wife more than Anthony Bridgerton I’m gonna be ill

6 & 12: kanthony’s absence was felt BAD in the finale, I think their reactions to LW were sorely needed. Also Jonny and Simone have both said they’ll be at every sibling’s wedding and stick around for years but they missed Francesca’s??? Also felt their absence too much then. They’re both booked and busy I think we’ll continue to only get a couple episodes a season from them

8: Francesca did get to thrive happy in pt 2 my baby I love her

9: I think they managed to disconnect the mondrich plot even further like 😭 once again, I don’t mind them their plot just feels very empty

10: Pen and Delacroix CONTINUE to be my fave duo I love them so freaking much and they can never get rid of it

13: Portia’s growth this season continued to be 10/10 I loved her and Penelope’s relationship it really showed what it’s like to be closely related to people you oppose and the process of needing to forgive and understand them for your own peace of mind

14: that was not how I was expecting Colin to find out about Whistledown

15: Marcus felt a little rushed in part two but I think I need to watch the whole season together to fully decide

17: this was indeed the longest 27 days of my life I got Covid day after it dropped lmfao

MY ~NEW~ THOUGHTS:

We finally got character development from Cressida and if they write her out I’ll be inconsolable (as will Jessica Madsen)

I hope they paid Golda Rosheuvel good for her feet exposure. Worth more than titties in this economy

I feel the need to tell everyone that £5000 in 1815 is in the realm of £500,000 today and we cannot brush over the fact Penelope has made herself the equivalent of a literal millionaire

Anthony has two moods ‘I’m obsessed with my wife’ ‘I want to win this game’ like it is comical how drastically different his facial expression is in the game of charades compared to pretty much every other scene

Anthony saying the marriage is perfect and not hard work and Kate being like BOY I will humble you,,,, doing the lord’s work I love her so much

At some points I felt like Francesca was fighting Anthony for ‘Violet’s least favourite child’ award lmao

John saying he’s off to look at the wainscotting was unfairly funny

Cressida in the red dress is even better than I imagined fuck even if she’s not gay then I am

Peneloise back together the universe is healing I love my babies all we need now is creloise lovers and peneloise friendship simultaneously I don’t like it being one or the other sue me

However much Brimsley is getting paid isn’t enough,,,, Hugh Sachs the man that you are

I adored Penelope’s wedding dress so much and as bitter as I am still about no kanthony wedding in s2, it felt kind of right somehow for Polin to be the first wedding we properly see in this show

Most of the costumes and makeup feel like they got worse,,,,, big ‘I hired a 14 year old’ energy. I don’t need historical accuracy but I would like a modicum of care and the costume/hair/makeup dept looking at a single historical reference from before 1850,,,, please

We all got the bi Benedict we’ve been asking for and I appreciate it, and recognise that he needed Tilley to explore that, but I still would’ve preferred if they first main queer experience was not a threesome

If they go straight into benophie in s4 (which idk, I’m so torn bc I feel like F, E and B all could work well next season) then I also feel like bi Benedict was just them throwing a bone for 5 mins but meant nothing

The CONTENTIOUS Michaela Stirling,,,,, I was undecided until I saw it but that was the definition of gay panic from Francesca and it worked so well I am so excited.

As your resident peerage expert, it is much easier for women to inherit titles in Scotland than England so I wonder (not that anyone on this show knows anything) if that was a reason they chose Francesca to be sapphic [general peerage info and female inheritance info if you care]

On the above, if they can canonically end racism with one marriage then they can end homophobia with one marriage as well

We all know Eloise was the easy and obvious choice to be the queer love story but part of me does kind of like them not taking the easy route, and them going something more unexpected, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want Creloise/Sapphic El like they had eight children let’s be honest

Finch’s sneeze and Phillips’s “now Varely! The bugs!” were unfairly funny

Everything Lady Danbury said to Penelope about suspecting her and what not felt very in character and you can fight with the wall idc

Did they tell us the name of Polin’s baby boy???

Hyacinth saying she thinks of Gregory as the family pet,,,,, girl you an icon walking amongst mere mortals

Predictions I got right:

Anthony didn’t kill Colin, but “are you gonna duel your own brother” lmao I was on the right track

I knew Polin would win the Featherington baby race and I love that for them (but why were Prudence and Phillipa pregnant most of the season, barely showing, Kate was showing almost immediately, and then in the epilogue the sisters all had baby’s similar-ish ages???? Give the writers room a calendar please)

I SAID FROM DAY DOT THAT THE FURNITURE THEY BROKE FROM SEX WAS A CHAISE I CANT FIND THE POST BUT I KNEW IT I FUCKING KNEW IT WHERE DO I COLLECT MY PRIZE SOME OF YOUR GUESSES WERE TRULY FUCKING COOKED

Okay that was too long if you made it this far I’ll make you cookie ily

[httpsserene]

Gosh please please please can you write something daniel x reader maybe inspired by too sweet by hozier when he thinks(some internal turmoil cuz he can't stay away from her) she's too sweet/innocent for him or something like but it turns out to be further from the truth?? I love love love your writing, i think about please's and thank you's at least three times a day since i read it. You're so immensely talented!!!

I'd really really appreciate it.

(i don't mind age gap(like up to 10years), some kinky smut or even a bit of morally grey characters as long as there are no explicit mentions of past relationships or cheating and etc., happy ending plss, and I won't mind if you add a pinch of "who did this to you")

Ly ly ly

Httpsserene’s 2K Special - The Danny Ric Edition

Episode Five: TSA

Summary: She’s too pure for him. She hasn’t been damaged by life like he has and he hopes you never will be. So, that’s why Daniel can never allow himself to be with her. He knows she’s convinced herself that she can fix him, but he knows that the longer he sticks around, the more he’s ruining her. He finds it cynical: their relationship (or lack of a relationship) reads like one of the books she’s obsessed with: right person wrong time or forbidden love. Daniel learns that it might be a little darker of a trope—like one of her books that she never allows him to see a page of.

Content Warning: 18+ only. mdni. implied sexual content. mild!yandere!reader. stalking. sabotage. angst with a happy ending. lando and max are here. not edited at all. mentioned alcoholism. pov switch. fights? idk danny gets his ass beat. possessive!reader. can you find the hozier inspo in here? probably.

Word Count: 2.7k words.

Author’s Notes: okay! this is past me (6/11) hoping that the tumblr queue doesn’t do me dirty! this should be posted on thursday, because i won’t be able to manually post it on my own as i’ll be hiking in san diego the whole day :p

this was formatted on mobile so please ignore how ugly it looks :( and also ignore the ugly writing i’ve never written dark/morally gray characters so i’m pretty sure i did your request like terribly LMAO. um also i couldn’t find a way to write smut into it? so again i apologize for that :/

anyways, please bare with me. i’ll make it pretty when i get back to my computer…on sunday 🥴

Daniel meets you in the elevator. At first, he thought you were a Formula One fan who snuck into the condo trying to get a glimpse of your favorite driver (himself, obviously) but, he learned that you’re his new next-door neighbor. It was awkward; he accused you of following him to his room and felt like the world’s worst person when you—dressed in the cutest pink dress and matching flowy bow tied in your hair—stared at him terrified, before you unlocked the door to your flat and slammed the door behind you quickly without a word.

He sent you a bouquet of pink orchids the next morning, along with a hand written card apologizing for his rude behavior and that he hoped the two of you could become good neighbors and friends. It seemed all was fixed, as the next time he ran into you, you greeted him softly, like nothing had happened. It was 5 A.M: you were starting your day and Daniel was ending his night.

Daniel was on his third drunken attempt of shoving his key vaguely in the direction of his lock on the door, when you exited your flat with a yoga mat over your shoulder and a water bottle that was comically large. With a hushed ‘good morning,’ you kindly helped Daniel into his apartment, telling him to drink a big glass of water and have pain killers ready when he wakes up; there was no judgment in your wide brown eyes, only tenderness, and a slight hint of worry. He woke up after twelve at the sound of a knock, his head pulsing with pressure and his sight slightly blurry from not quite sleeping all the drunk away.

He eventually made it to his front door and found that you ordered him lunch: a chicken wrap and sweet potato chips, from one of his favorite brunch cafés—Daniel figured you have good taste, as he doesn’t recall ever telling you about this meal in either of the two interactions you’ve had. So, he ate, drank plenty of water, freshened up, and debated if he should go over and express his gratitude, or whatever. He decided he will, and found himself putting on a nice watch and a few too many sprays of his expensive smelling cologne. Daniel didn’t let any thoughts of why he was prettying himself up cross his mind; he’s simply thanking you; a girl far too young, and probably far too sweet for his tastes.

You brushed off his thanks shyly, hidden behind your door with a blush strong enough Daniel saw it paint your dimpled cheeks and he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay away. Thinking quick enough to rival his reflexes, he offered to exchange phone numbers so the two of you could meet up and he could buy you a coffee. You entered your name in his phone with a yellow heart next to it.

The coffee meet-up had to wait due to Daniel’s hectic schedule, yet the texting flourished. He initiated the beginning of your text thread the next day, mindlessly texting you about how he overheard Emilio (another neighbor) arguing with his wife on the phone; Daniel said she’s probably going to mail him divorce papers within the next week. You replied that it was mean to eavesdrop and gossip. Daniel followed up saying it’s not eavesdropping if said person was screaming into his phone in the hallway, and he wasn’t gossiping, he’s merely keeping you informed.

Daniel laughed in the middle of his motorhome listening to the voice message you sent four days later, eagerly telling him about how you saw Emilio in the lobby with a couple boxes and without a wedding ring on his finger.

It was a warm morning, when you and Daniel finally managed to meet for coffee. You scrunched your nose in distaste when he ordered plain black coffee; Daniel did the same when you ordered a drink that was mainly milk and sugar. Daniel chuckled when you claimed the amount of coffee in your drink had you wired for the rest of the day. He decided to let you believe that, and not inform you that it was most likely the sugar content that had you crashing hours later.

Daniel invited you over for burgers one night and you comment that his home looks like a mix of a “mojo dojo casa house” and a “minimalistic hell.” You gifted him a throw blanket and a potted plant the next day, and continued to text him reminders about watering it.

Around 10 P.M. on another night, he’s yelling at Max for cheating at fifa. Max laughed around the lip of his beer bottle before the two of them paused at the sound of a knock. Daniel checked the door and opened it to see you: fuzzy slippers, eye-mask on your forehead, bonnet, matching pajama set, and pout on your lips with a sleepy tilt to your eyebrows. He apologized for the noise and promised to quiet down. Daniel threatened to kick the Dutchman out when he teased him for having a “crush.” He doesn’t get crushes, he’s a grown man.

Daniel spends less time in night clubs and more time with you. You took him to sip and paint nights, pottery classes, hiking, even bookstores. You order him to not open any of the books he’s holding for you; Daniel tries to take a peek when you scan through one and you slam the book shut, saying it’s too dark for your liking. He doesn’t comment when you end up getting it (Daniel paid).

He kissed you in your apartment, halfway through Howl’s Moving Castle. He proceeded to tell you it was a mistake. You teared up when he said you were too pure for him, arguing back that you weren’t a child. The tears fell when Daniel claimed he’s too old for you, that he’d only hurt you. He returned to his apartment, figurative tail tucked between his legs, and heard you crying through the wall. He fell asleep hating himself.

Daniel distanced himself from you; he misses your shared adventures and condo gossip, but he never forgets to water your potted plant, even without your texts. He fell back into the clubs, bringing home various women but never manages to get them in bed due to various things going wrong. He gets stuck in the elevator with Stephanie who happened to claustrophobic for hours, locked in the stairwell with Sofia who sprains her ankle in five-inch heels, the fire-alarm interrupts him and Kiana just as he unlocks the door, and his kitchen sink burst when he lifted Laura on the counter.

He tries to console Laura, who runs from his flat in drenched clothes, and sees you staring at her in confusion from your doorway as she rushes past. Daniel apologizes for waking you again, and you shrug, ignoring his words, murmuring that he should call maintenance before he floods the entire floor and shutting your door in his face.

Your potted plant starts to wilt, no matter if Daniel moves it in or out of direct sunlight, if he waters it less or more, or if he changes the soil, or adds fertilizer. The universe has it out for Daniel.

He finds himself in an ultra-private lounge, dim-lighting, sultry piano, and dark decor enhancing his dramatics as he reveals how he ruined his life to Max, Lando, and the bartender who will be tipped handsomely for pretending to care. The piano fades to the end of the piece just as Daniel wraps up his lament.

“It sounds like you deserve it, honestly,” Max stated bluntly, Lando nodding agreeably at his side.

Daniel groans into his hands, lifting his head to say that he’s already aware of that, but freezes when he sees you rise from the seat of the piano. Your figure is snug within a floor length, backless, black dress, complemented with gold jewelry, and makeup that opposes your angelic nature. You bow your head slightly in the direction of the tables clapping at your performance, stumbling briefly when your eyes meet Daniel’s. You smile softly and begin to make your way over to him.

“Oh, fuck,” Daniel shrinks into his seat, as the other two drivers stare at him in confusion.

“Hi, neighbor,” you start airily, before turning to smile at Lando and Max, “Hello.”

“You didn’t tell me you worked here,” Daniel mentions.

“You never asked,” you narrow your eyes at him, before relaxing, “I also don’t work here—this is my brother’s bar. The pianist suddenly fell sick and I offered to fill in.”

“Oh,” Daniel hums, “This doesn’t seem like your type of scene.”

You snort, rolling your eyes, “You should know better than to tell me where, what, or who I do or do not belong with.”

“Okay!” Lando claps, kicking Daniel’s shin under the table, everyone ignores his muffled groan of pain, “Sit with us for a minute, if you can take a break. Danny is seriously obsessed with you.”

You take the offered chair next to Max and sigh, “Really? I couldn’t tell,” all three men wince at your dig, but you continue, “Did he tell you that he almost flooded the entire floor last week?”

Daniel watches as you charm his friends, the three of you chattering happily over his demise, and ignoring him as you do so. He can’t find it in himself to be annoyed, only thankful, as this is the first time in weeks that you’ve been in his presence for more than five minutes. You smell so good. Is that weird of Daniel to think?

Unfortunately, the four of you are interrupted far too soon. Your brother calls you over from behind the bar; his expression is less than pleased, jaw tensed with irritation, and Daniel thinks the look in his eyes has a hint of crazy. He wonders if you told your brother about him. Hopefully not—the man looks like he could fold Daniel like a lawn chair without breaking a sweat. The three men watch as you argue with your brother; it doesn’t seem like it’s going in your favor.

Lando calls Daniel’s name, “Mate—she’s good for you.”

“Nah, mate. I’ll only ruin her.”

“Daniel,” Max scolds, “The few months you were ditching us for her were the happiest I’ve seen you. I wasn’t worried that you would be passed out in a random club or yacht after giving yourself alcohol poisoning.”

“She’s sweet, Danny. I think she’s exactly what you need,” Lando adds, “You've convinced yourself that you don’t deserve anything good. She’s trying to prove you wrong and you need to let her.”

He doesn’t answer verbally, he chooses to shake his head and remain silent. You make your way over to the table again and stand in front of them with a pout.

“It’s past my bedtime, apparently,” you huff, turning your head to glare at your brother, “Don’t worry about paying tonight, it’s on the house.” You exchange polite goodbyes with Lando and Max, Daniel gets a soft smile. He watches you leave the bar with a sad tilt to his lips, then orders a shot of whiskey.

You’re sat on your couch, freshly showered and ready for bed. It’s 1 A.M. and Daniel usually doesn’t end his nights out for another hour. So, it makes sense for you to be worried when you see his location nearing your shared condo building an hour early. Did you sneakily (his phone password is his birthday, it wasn’t that hard) use his phone and share his own location with you? Yes. But, you did it with good intentions. You worry about him when he’s not with you.

You decide to go down to the lobby and pretend to ask if you received any packages in hopes of intercepting Daniel when he walks in. You don’t manage to step out of the elevator when you suddenly have an armful of a bruised-up Australian. His lip is busted and you can see a bruise blooming high on his right cheekbone. You start to shake with anger.

Furiously pressing the button of your floor and slamming the ‘close door’ button, you frantically question Daniel, “What the hell? I left you not even two hours ago, and you look like a mess. Did you get into a fight, did you get mugged, did you—“

“Did your brother beat my ass for hurting you?” Daniel groans, not fighting your motions as you tug him out of the elevator and into your flat, “Yes, he did.”

You pause and grumble angrily, forcing Daniel to take a seat on your couch. You rush into your kitchen for ice, then to the bathroom for a first aid kit. He doesn’t fight when you order him to ice his cheek, and lets you hold his face to tilt his head at every angle possible, as if it’ll expose any more damage. Eventually, you end up looking into his eyes, pretending that you have the knowledge to know what a possible concussion looks like, even though you really just wanted an excuse to look at him.

Unconsciously, your thumb rubs soothingly along his temple, Daniel leans further into your hand. His tongue flicks out for a brief second, and he flinches when it disturbs the cut on his bottom lip. Blinking rapidly, you clear the haze from your eyes and frown as you turn to rifle through the first aid kit.

“I can’t believe he put his hands on you,” you bite out angrily, finding a disinfectant cloth to clean his lip, “I don’t know why I tell him anything anymore.”

Daniel winces at the sting of alcohol, remaining quiet as he watches the focus that covers your expression.

“I apologize for him,” you mumble, “He doesn’t think clearly when it comes to me, he thinks he’s like my guard dog or something,” you dispose of the wipe and grab an ointment, “I promise you I told him that the only thing you did was waste my time and hurt my feelings,” Daniel deflates under your hands, “It’s not like you physically hurt me…or anything. He’s just an idiot. I’ll kill him.”

At that, Daniel laughs quietly, dropping the ice from his cheek so you can clean that too, “Don’t say that. You’re such a sweetheart, you couldn’t hurt your own brother. Also—I’m not sure if he hoped this would make me stay away from you, because if you keep rubbing my face like that, I might fall in love.”

You hum, pleased you have him eating out of the palm of your hand, “Have some decorum, Daniel. You sound desperate. Also, he knows that I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”

“Oh? You’re possessive,” Daniel teases, “Is it bad if I kinda like that?”

Your heart flutters, he’s really the best for you. He doesn’t need to know about

You shrug lightly, “No, it’s not bad. I think it makes you perfect for me. As long as you don’t mind a little crazy. And—don’t think you’re off the hook. You still have to apologize for making me cry.”

Daniel nods seriously, “I’ll fall to my knees and beg right now, if that’s what it takes.”

Sticking a plaster over his cheek, you stand and gesture for him to do so too, “Okay. Kneel.”

“Huh,” he chokes, eyes wide with disbelief, “You’re serious?”

“If you beg well enough, I’ll let you eat me out.”

The sound of his knees hitting the floor echoes.

[judespoets]

𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙢𝙨 | 𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙢 18+

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: jude gets a request to be the face of the new skims men underwear collection. But seeing him in nothing more, did something to you.

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: jude x fem!reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: smut!

a/n: my first time writing smut, so please bare with me, i can’t not cringe tbh.😭

Jude and You were enjoying a quiet evening at home.

The setting sun cast a warm glow through the windows, and you were curled up on the couch, watching a movie.

Jude's phone buzzed on the coffee table. He reached over to grab it, glancing at the screen.

"It's an email from my agent," Jude said, curiosity piqued.

You looked over, pausing the movie. "What does it say?"

Jude opened the email, scanning through it quickly. His eyes widened, and a slow smile spread across his face. "You'll never believe this. Skims just reached out. They want me to be the face of their new men's underwear collection."

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Skims? That's huge! What do you think?"

Jude chuckled, still a bit in disbelief. "I think it's amazing. I mean, it's one of the biggest brands out there right now. This could be great."

Your initial enthusiasm waned slightly as you considered the implications. "It's definitely a big deal, but... it's for underwear. Are you sure you're comfortable with that?"

Jude paused, the excitement in his eyes dimming a bit as he thought about your concern. "I hadn't really thought about that part. I mean, it’s just modeling, right? But I can see why it might be a bit... different."

You nodded, your expression thoughtful. "It's not that I don't think you'd be great. You would be. It's just... underwear modeling is pretty intimate. It’s a big step from football."

Jude leaned back, letting the idea sink in. "Yeah, it is. But maybe it's a good kind of different?„

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "I get that. And Skims is such a cool brand; I'm just worried about how people might react, and how you'll feel about it."

Jude reached over, taking your hand in his. "Your support means the world to me, (Y/N). If you're uncomfortable with it, that's something I need to consider. But I think it could be a good move for me“

You squeezed his hand, a small smile tugging at your lips. "I just want to make sure you've thought it through. If you feel good about it, then I’ll support you 100%. Just promise me you'll be careful and make sure it's something you really want to do."

Jude smiled, relieved by your understanding. "I promise. I'll talk to my agent, get all the details, and think it over. I want to make sure it’s the right decision for both of us."

The morning of the shoot dawned clear and bright. Sunlight streamed through the bedroom windows, casting a warm glow over the room. Jude stretched lazily, rolling over to find you already awake, staring at the ceiling.

"Morning," Jude murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. "You okay?"

You turned to him, a small smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, just thinking about today. It's a big day for you."

Jude chuckled, pulling you closer. "It's a big day for us. I'm glad you're coming with me. It'll be nice to have you there."

You nodded, though your expression held a trace of uncertainty. "I figured I should be there. You know, for support. And maybe to keep an eye on things."

Jude laughed softly, but he could sense the tension beneath your words. "I appreciate it. I want you to be comfortable with this too."

You got out of bed, moving through your morning routine with a mix of excitement and nerves.

Jude made coffee while you prepared a light breakfast, both of you exchanging smiles and occasional reassurances.

As you sat down to eat, you glanced at Jude. "So, how are you feeling? Nervous?"

"A bit," Jude admitted, taking a sip of his coffee. "It's definitely out of my comfort zone, but I think it'll be a good experience. Plus, having you there will make it easier."

You forced a smile, your mind racing with thoughts of the day ahead. "I'm sure you'll do great. Just remember, if anything feels off, we can always talk to the team. They seem pretty professional."

Jude nodded, grateful for your support. "Yeah, they’ve been great so far. And honestly, I’m kind of excited to see how it all works behind the scenes."

After breakfast, you got dressed, with Jude choosing a casual but stylish outfit for the trip to the studio. You opted for something comfortable yet chic, wanting to look good but also be practical for a long day.

As you were about to leave, you hesitated, looking at Jude. "I just want you to know, I'm really proud of you for doing this. It takes a lot of courage."

Jude smiled, pulling you into a hug. "Thanks, babe. That means a lot. And I’m glad you’re coming with me."

You headed out to the car, the early morning air crisp and fresh. The drive to the studio was filled with a mix of conversation and comfortable silence, both of you mentally preparing for the day ahead.

When you arrived at the studio, Jude could feel the energy and buzz of the crew setting up. You squeezed his hand as you walked in, giving him a reassuring smile, though you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as you saw the female crew members bustling around.

"Let's do this," Jude said, feeling a renewed sense of confidence with you by his side.

As the shoot began, you watched from the sidelines, your initial discomfort growing as you saw Jude interacting with the team, particularly the female photographers.

You tried to focus on the professionalism of the shoot, but it was hard not to feel a twinge of jealousy every time someone adjusted Jude's underwear or touched his arm to direct him.

Jude, sensing your unease, caught your eye between takes and gave you a reassuring smile.

During a break, he walked over to you, his expression softening. "How are you holding up?"

You sighed, forcing a smile. "I'm okay. It's just... different seeing you like this. I guess I didn't realize how close and personal these shoots can be."

Jude nodded, taking yout hand. "I get it. It's new for me too. But remember, you're the one I care about. This is just work."

You squeezed his hand, feeling a bit more reassured. "I know. It’s just going to take some getting used to. But I'm proud of you, and I'm here for you."

Jude grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, you look pretty cute when you're jealous."

Your eyes widened, and you playfully swatted his arm. "I am not jealous!"

Jude laughed, pulling you into a quick hug. "Sure, sure. But just so you know, you have nothing to worry about. I'm all yours."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help but smile. "Just remember that when you're surrounded by all those women."

Jude winked at you. "Trust me, they'll have nothing on you. I‘ll show you at home.“ was what he told you in your ear, whispering especially the last part.

Your cheeks turned a bright red when Jude left again to get the shoot done.

You couldn’t concentrate on anything else than Jude the rest of the time and were more than happy when they finally wrapped up and the two of you were on your way home in the car where Jude had his hand on your thigh the whole time, making you even more nervous.

“Are you okay, baby?” Jude asked you knowingly, running his fingers up and down your leg.

“I’m good.” You said, an unsteady breath leaving your mouth to which you just heard Jude chuckling.

Arriving home, Jude rushed out of his seat, opening your door to which you pulled him by his shirt, forcing Jude to stand between your legs, his hands gripping your waist.

“I like you better with just underwear to be honest” you whispered in Judes ear feeling the goosebumps form on his body.

Jude needed nothing more to finally connect his plumb lips with yours. His right hand found the side of your face while his left hand stayed on your waist, stroking slightly.

You moaned into his mouth, slightly biting his lip to sneak your tongue into his mouth which made him grip your waist even tighter.

When you felt Judes obvious boner stroking your already wet clit, you broke the kiss, making Jude’s lips long after yours.

“We should go inside baby” you heard him say as his lips connected to your neck, nibbling slightly as he found your sweet spot immediately.

Jude knew your body inside out. He always made sure to make you comfortable, to always do what you like.

Jude quickly picked you up, scooping you up in his strong arms, bringing you inside and immediately upstairs into your shared bedroom, throwing you onto the bed carefully.

As you laid on your back, you immediately removed your shirt, leaving you in your lacy bra.

Jude couldn’t help put connect to your lips again, his large hands touching every inch of your body while yours were tugging on the hem of his shirt.

“I need this off, Jude.” You whisper almost desperate making him chuckle, pulling his black shirt over his head, revealing his toned body.

“My eyes are up here, baby.” He told you, looking deeply into your eyes while undoing the button of your jeans, pulling them off swiftly, making you do the same with his, leaving you both with nothing but the light fabric of your underwear.

But those were also quickly gone, spread on the bedroom floor.

And not short after, Judes head was down on your clit.

“So wet for me baby, I haven’t even properly touched you yet.” He said, sending small vibrations through your body.

“Just do something, Jude, please.” You moaned, which was all it took for the man down your legs to kiss your wet folds, making you moan quietly.

“Don’t be quiet, baby. I wanna hear you.” He said against your legs, making you moan out his name.

“Good girl.”

“Jude please, i need you.” You breathed out, the pleasure becoming unbearable as Jude started rubbing your clit with his thumb, making your orgasm come closer.

“Yeah? You gonna cum, babe?” Jude asked dominantly against you. “Come on, be a good girl for me and cum on my tongue, baby.”

That was really all it took for you to moan loudly, your back arching and your hands gripping Jude’s fluffy hair tightly as you approached your high for the first time this evening.

“You taste so good, my love.” Jude said, licking up your juices fully. “You did amazing, i love you.”

“Jude, please. I need you inside me now.” You practically begged, not caring one bit about how submissive and desperate you sounded.

“So desperate, huh?” Jude asked, lining himself up with your entrance, making you moan once again.

As he pushed in, you couldn’t help but feel a slight pain, you were never used to his size.

“Come on, baby. I know you can take it. Be a good girl and take it.” He whispered in your ear, his lips connecting with your neck once again as he pushed his full length inside of you.

As Jude started thrusting into you, it didn’t take long for the both of you to be a moaning mess. The sounds of pure pleasure and love being heard outside your bedroom.

“Jude i’m gonna cum.” You breathed out, your nails scratching his muscular back.

“Me too, baby.” you heard Jude say as he pressed his thumb to your clit again, making you a moaning mess beneath him.

This was all it took for you to clench around him, reaching your high once again.

This triggered Jude to also release his load into you, riding out both of your orgasms.

“You did so good, baby.” He praised you, pulling out of you and stroking your sweaty hair out of your tired face.

He laid down next to you pulling you into his arms. “I love you, let’s get you cleaned up and to bed, my love.” He said softly.

“I love you more”

[caramiea]

Hello hello! Can you write twisted wonderland perfect + lilia if that's not to much– with gn reader similar to frieren?? (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

i’ll choose a life where my hand never leaves yours

syn. wise old elf, basically.

gn!yuu + frieren!yuu , no use of y/n, you’re referred to as yuu.

book 7 spoilers . not proofread

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

as someone who works hard to make sure his magic meets expectations and above, seeing you flawlessly just do and perform spells perfectly makes you someone he’s willing to admire.

(though your somewhat lazy nature confuses him a tad.)

he is someone who rushes things, especially before his overblot.

when the parties need to be perfect, when your students need to be exemplary, and when you need to be a perfect example, it’s hard not to rush things.

you, being a long-lived elf, having lived longer than even diasomnia’s vice housewarden, know very well that taking it slow helps. a lot.

“Riddle,” you start, reaching down and resting your hand on his shoulder. The tension rushing through the redheads body lessens when your hand finds its way to him, and he- subtly but clear to your eyes, leans into your touch and slightly melts into his chair.

Riddle turns his head and looks down to meet your eyes, putting his hand on yours on his shoulder, tugging it down gently and intertwining your fingers. “Mh?” He hummed, a bit too preoccupied with all the papers on his table.

He had the Heartslabyul students’ grade reports, the plans for the unbirthday party coming up, letters from his mother, letters from che’nya, a half-written request to the headmaster for funding for further unbirthday parties, and—

“Take it easy,” you say, rubbing small circles onto the back of his hand, and the thoughts about all the work he had to do, even if only for a moment, rushed out of his mind with a sigh.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

you probably remind him of malleus- it doesn’t mean he hates you, he just.. feels some mild dislike for you sometimes.

in what situation would you two even encounter each other?

probably in the botanical garden, actually.

or somewhere outside, which is most likely where he is, considering he isn’t in classes.. at all, basically.

he’d appreciate how slow you take life in.

it’s calming, he doesn’t know how or why.

it just feels nice to be around you, he guesses.

“Ugh!” Leona groans, immediately sitting up from his laying position on the ground of the botanical garden. 

Who the *🐭* stepped on his tail?

By pure instinct, he took a sniff of the air, and—

It wasn’t a smell he recognized. Some parts of it were familiar to him, but he didn’t recognize even the species of this audacious person.

… What the *🐭*

He looked up to see someone who didn’t look a day above 14 or so, but also happened to have a trait common with fae folk- pointed ears.

So, it’s some fae who decided to step on his tail and not look where they were going, huh?

He’d deal with this promptly.

(After getting terribly humbled by your magical prowess, he’s decided that no, he did not deal with it promptly.)

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

best believe he is desperate for your magic.

he sees you use a spell that only Lilia Vanrouge himself can vaguely recognize, and he realizes your knowledge is something he needs.

you can never know too much, isn’t that true?

(you’d like to disagree.)

a subtle sharing of your wisdom teaches him that there is much he doesn’t know, but also much he’d better not know.

just like riddle, azul struggles with pacing his, well, life.

tell him to take it easy. there’s no rush, especially considering you both have higher lifespans than regular humans.

what do jade and floyd think about you?

…

it’s for the better that you don’t know.

KALIM AL-ASIM

now that i’m writing this, i realize that a lot of the housewardens can’t give theirself a break.

is kalim one of those housewardens?

.. i guess we’ll never know.

it’s not that he’s stressing himself out, he’s just a bit.. energetic.

again, again, you calm him down.

slowly, slightly. but as time passes, the change becomes obvious.

in more ways than one.

“.. Oh my Sevens?” Jamil lets out with a gasp, looking at..

Looking at the Kalim Al-Asim… sweeping the floor. After a party. Half of the room was clean. And Jamil hadn’t even gotten his broom out.

Is this what Cater meant when he said he ‘experienced culture shock’?. Because, oh, boy, Jamil is shocked.

“Kalim-” He didn’t even get to finish the sentence he wanted to say. ‘Kalim, who told you to do this?’. Yeah, Jamil would sometimes daydream about Kalim doing all the work, but it’s not like he actually expected Kalim to do work.

Kalim, grinning as if he didn’t just rock Jamil’s world, said, “Yuu told me that hard work after relaxation and vice versa is the best! I’m doing hard work! It’s fun!”

Fun? Jamil incredulously thinks before getting his wrist grabbed by Kalim.

Did Kalim only think it was fun because he hadn’t done it before? Yes. Is it fun? To Kalim! And that’s enough!

VIL SCHOENHEIT

imagine being able to look so incredibly young when you’re much older than even Leona, the oldest student disregarding the fae, hah.

haha.

is vil jealous?

…

yeah.

forever youth, and even heightened magical prowess. vil thought he’d gotten used to it with the fae, but finding out there was yet another species similar?

it kind of lowkey makes his blood boil. why isn’t it him that gets to be born like that?

anyways. vil’s someone who, finally, knows how to pace himself.

so, you can finally show another side of yourself.

the lazy side of you.

okay, lazy is a strong word.

It was a well known fact to all that Vil Schoenheit had a good morning routine. The first step was to wake up early.

He usually woke up at around 5:00, 5:25 if he was feeling a bit tired. Maybe even 5:30 if he was feeling bold.

Today, he woke up at 6:00. 

Six in the morning. Much later than usual. The only question he has right now is how? His body clock had already been adjusted to waking up at 5:00, it’d been like that for a long time.

He, sitting up on his bed, looks beside him to see the small frame of another person, still asleep and long hair askew.

Oh, he thinks briefly, that’s why.

IDIA SHROUD

genuinely, i’m so sorry.

he has knowledge of elves, which surprised you greatly. and when you asked where he found out..

what is an ‘ahn-eh-mei’ supposed to be? why did shroud like it so much? and how is it, aside from old scriptures created by fae that may no longer even be alive, have some of the only mentions of elves you’ve seen at all in this world?

you knew the elf race was dwindling and may even go extinct, but darn.

when you asked him to show you what those cute little cartoons showed elves as..

for some reason, his face- and hair!- went pink.

.. huh. weird.

i mean, it can’t be that bad. right?

‘Oh my,’ you think internally, ‘it is that bad.’. Idia, hair and face pink, holds his phone and points the screen in your direction. On it’s screen displays a.. big.. breasted, blonde haired, in- in such scandalous clothing.. a woman like that.

And she had pointed ears, just like yours. A bit smaller than yours, though.

Is this really what people in this realm think of elves? It’s.. Well, you can’t speak for all elves, you barely even know if more elves exist even in your own realm, but.. uh.

What you saw on the screen was a.. really interesting interpretation!

You don’t even know any person this… lustful, in your own realm. And you especially don’t know any elves like that. It’s.. Odd.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

he is shocked. his world is shaken, he’s trembling in his boots, even.

someone older than even lilia.. really? truly? 

the moment he makes it onto ramshackle the first time you’d arrived, he’d sensed a familiar presence.

familiar not in the sense that he knew the person behind it, but familiar as in it felt like someone old, wise.

it felt like a presence he’d felt before he hatched in the egg.

he wanted to rush to that presence, but..

he didn’t want to scare you. especially not when your.. essence..? your essence made him want to lay his head on your lap, or cry on your shoulder, or share a cake with you knowing he wasn’t alone.

not when your presence felt like a lullaby he remembers only vaguely.

LILIA VANROUGE

he is this emoji: 😱.

if he’s old, then what are you? a relic?

the him from the past might’ve felt threatened, concerned what someone of your age would want with him and his people.

now? of course, he’s still concerned at what you’d want with his family, but when he sees you talking calmly with his sons- even befriending malleus, he starts to appreciate you.

he kind of wanted to cry in joy after he saw malleus in the courtyard, having lunch with a friend!

he’d.. also.. sigh, appreciate you teaching him spells. 😔..

he simply has to know the spell that makes a field of flowers! imagine the sleeping spots that silver would get to have!

[hihhasotherfixations]

Can you make a Drabble of reader telling price she has a teen from a previous relationship and the teen doesn’t trust price with their mom.

Why of course UwU Hope it came out like you wanted!

CW: fem!reader, no further warnings

Word Count: 1825

Dating in his late thirties wasn’t a thing Price was used to. Nor was it something he ever expected to happen. But you? You turned his world upside down.

It had been a casual thing. Price and you, both a little unsure, seeing each other every other week. Sure, deployments sometimes got in the way, but it was consistent. It was nice.

But casual slowly started to change to something more. And now, you had invited him to your house. For dinner, and to come meet your son.

Price knew of your previous relationship and divorce, the two of you had spent several nights at dinner tables bashing the things your ex did - much to both of your enjoyment. So he knew about your son. He was fifteen now, right around that age where everything parents do are wrong and unjust.

But you had explained your son was not like that. He was kind, a complete mama’s boy. He was your rock and your life and everything Price heard about him made him gain an appreciation for the kid.

Surely if he was like that, meeting him wouldn’t be a problem, right?

Well, that was the attitude he’d went into this dinner with. And he was sorely regretting not preparing more thoroughly now.

He’d been called away on a mission last minute, getting back into the country literally an hour before he had to be at your house.

So now here he sat, hair still damp from his quick shower, clothes the fastest thing he could find - a crumpled dress-shirt stuffed into maroon pants - and an overall flustered look to him.

After all, he just flew across the continent twice within 38 hours.

He’d tried to be casual, tried to introduce himself well to the kid. You seemed to approve of everything he’d said. But judging from the scrutinising stare down he was currently getting, your son didn’t think the same.

“So… Do you know what you wanna study after high school?” Price asked, trying to keep the conversation afloat, but it’d felt like a sinking ship for the last twenty minutes.

In response, the boy just shrugged and Price hummed, rolling the pasta on his plate with his fork a bit, trying to think of anything to say.

“Lew.” You sighed at your son.

“What?” He huffed back, twirling the salt shaker on the table. “It’s a stupid question. I don’t know yet. Of course I don’t.”

At that, Price watched as you turned a little more stern, looking at the kid. “Then you can say that politely. Come now, John tried his very best to be here today.”

Glancing at you, Lewis scoffed, giving Price a brief glare that made the military captain tilt his head in both confusion and intrigue. After all, he did nothing wrong as far as he knew.

“Sorry to have brought uncertainty.” He decided to speak up, getting the teen’s attention. “It’s sometimes a bit dodgy with my line of work.”

What was supposed to be a lighthearted comment meant to shed light, instead caused Lewis to glare at Price, slamming his fork down “You gonna leave my mom behind too then?” He spat and you gasped.

“Young man, that’s quite enough!” You started but Price then held up his hand.

“I get it, Lewis.” The man sighed. “Trust me I do. It’s been something your mother and I have talked about a lot.” He started, clasping his hands together in front of himself, elbows on the table as he put his thoughts into words. “My work is… well, shifty.” He sighed. “I’m not a fan of it, but it is what it is. I can’t guarantee that I’ll always be around, that I won’t ever disappear with minimum notice.”

Lewis’ jaw clenched as he listened. But Price kept going, because the kid was fifteen, and he didn’t feel like sugarcoating it. He was smart and old enough.

“But I can guarantee this: I will always keep your mother - and if you wish, you - in the loop. I won’t just leave. I’m not that kind of man.”

Crossing his arms, Lewis leaned back in his chair. “What kind of man are you then? Military big shot?”

Chuckling a little at that, Price looked at the boy. “Tell me this, do you trust your mom?” He motioned to you at that and, confused, Lewis nodded.

“Of course, why?”

“Then trust her that she won’t date some pompous asshole who can’t see beyond his own rank.”

Pursing his lips, Lewis had nothing to say to that, grumpily looking down at his plate instead.

“Kid-“

“Don’t call me that!” He snapped and John shut up. Almost instinctively, his military commander side wanted to rear up, scold him for yelling at his senior, but he restrained himself, instead looking at the angry teen. “You can’t just barge in here, into mom’s life, and expect me to take it laying down!”

Hearing that, you leaned forward onto the table. “Lewis, we’ve talked about this. You agreed to this dinner, you cannot act like this!”

A frown was on your face, almost borderline angry - something John hadn’t ever seen before.

But Lewis didn’t budge, now looking at you. “I won’t stop, mom! It’s obvious, I mean look at him!” He angrily gestured to the brunet, making John’s brows furrow.

“What about him?”

“Don’t make me say it out loud!”

“Lewis.” Your voice was hard and concise.

“He’s not good enough for you!” Lewis then yelled, a silence immediately falling.

Hearing it, Price clenched his jaws, a tightness forming in his chest as he then looked over to you. You held a frown, looking at your son.

“Lew…”

“I’m not hungry.” Without another word, the boy shoved his plate away and got up, storming off.

Speechless, you went to open your mouth, to get up to chase after him, but Price stopped you by placing his hand over yours, his eyes calm, hiding the hurt as he just looked at you.

“Just let him go. Speaking from experience, it’s best to let him cool off and gather his thoughts.”

Conflicted, you looked at him. “I- I don’t get why he’s being like this…” You said softly and John squeezed your hand, a loaded sigh leaving him.

“It’s a big change for him. You can’t blame the boy.” He said, pulling his hand back as he glanced to where Lewis left. “Admittedly, I didn’t think it would go like this. But I also didn’t think he’d accept me into the dynamic instantly. Just don’t take his words to heart right now.” The captain spoke, turning his head back to face you as he then gave you a kind, little smile, the lines around his eyes crinkling gently.

Sighing, you nodded as you placed your head in your hands.

“Dinner’s great, by the way.”

At his sudden comment, you let out a startled little laugh that made John’s heart flutter.

- - - -

Sitting on your porch with a cigar, Price looked out at the night sky. After he stormed off, neither you nor him had seen any sign of Lewis. It truly did put a damper on the evening.

Smoke gently exited Price’s mouth before being picked up by the wind and blown away.

Behind him, the door then opened and he glanced back, his eyes widening a bit as he saw Lewis standing there, a sour expression on his face as he kept his eyes firmly to the ground.

“Hey.” He muttered and Price took the cigar out of his mouth.

“Hi.” He replied, analysing the teen. He didn’t seem entirely thrilled to be here, possibly sent out here by you. It made the captain want to scoff a chuckle. But he didn’t and instead patted the spot beside him where he sat on the stairs of the porch. “Wanna sit?”

“I don’t like-“

“I’ll put it out.” John shushed, holding the cigar away a little. It made Lewis look up, however.

“Aren’t those crazy expensive?”

Chuckling a little, Price crossed his ankle over his knee, pushing the cigar into the underside of his boot. “Yep. But that’s okay.”

Tentatively, Lewis walked over, sitting down besides the man.

“I have to… say sorry. For what I said.” He mumbled and John turned his head, a kinder look on his face, almost serene.

“By your mother?”

Pursing his lips, Lewis turned to look at Price, only to see an amused twinkle in the older man’s eye.

“Maybe.” He instead grumpily mumbled and John just huffed in amusement, turning to look forward as he leaned his elbows on his knees, absentmindedly starting to twirl the extinguished cigar in his hands.

“I get it, Lewis.” He started, his eyes focused on the night sky and his voice soft - almost as if he didn’t want to break the serenity of the night. “Your mom? She’s a wonderful woman. Kind, generous, sweet.” Looking down, Price then focused on his cigar. “You probably don’t want to hear this, but I really like her. And I think she likes me too. I hope so, at least.” With that, he turned his head to the teen.

Lewis was looking at him, a conflicted expression on his face.

“I don’t want to come in here to play family, kid. I’m not your dad and I won’t pretend to be.” He said and then glanced at the door. “I just want to give her what she deserves.” He nudged his head towards the house.

“What I said about you not being good enough…” Lewis mumbled and John sighed, now turning to face the teen.

“Don’t bother. Honestly, you may be right.” He hummed, leaning his head back into the porch railing. “I won’t say I’m a perfect man. Far from it. But what I said at the table is true. I will always try to do right by her. And you too - if you’ll let me.”

Contemplating, Lewis looked out from the porch.

“Why mom?” He said after a moment and Price looked at him.

“Because she’s the first one in a long time to give me a chance. Despite my job and what I’ve done.”

At that, the teen angled his head, taking the brunet beside him in. “Really? What have you done?” He asked, a hint of a smile on his face.

Seeing it, Price huffed a chuckle, pocketing the dud cigar. “That’s classified, I’m afraid.”

“Lame.” Lewis scoffed, but there was no animosity in it and Price smiled to himself.

“Tell you what.” He said, sitting upright and looking at the boy. “You give me a chance and I might tell you some stories.” He held out his hand.

Looking at it, Lewis seemed skeptical at first, glancing at the peace offering. But then he sighed and reached out, shaking hands.

“If you hurt my mom I will kick your ass.”

Laughing, John slapped the kid on the shoulder. “If I do, I’ll let you.”

[incogrio]

since usa tour is over… beomgyu coming home to you from being away on tour? 🫣 mega fluff plz 🫶

c.bg - finally home to you

pairing: choi beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: fluff fluff

synopsis: beomgyu finally comes back from months away at tour <3

warnings: none, except beomgyu and reader being disgustingly cute

w/c: 1.1k+

a/n: thank you both for these asks!! i decided to put them into one since they’re pretty similar and i honestly couldn’t come up with two separate scenarios for my boy gyu. hope you guys enjoy!! soon i’ll have written for every member!!

COMMENTS AND FEEDBACK GREATLY APPRECIATED!!

the kimchi jigae soup in front of you popped slightly at the heat as you stirred it with a wooden spoon. you had just finished making gyu’s favorite dish of yours. he was coming back after months working hard at concert after concert. much like the many moas who couldn’t attend txt’s newest tour, you lived off of the many clips and performance videos. your boy shined while your heart slowly shrunk in his absence.

but today, today he would be back in your arms. back smiling and back to making fun of you lovingly. all you could think about was his smile, his body and lips pressed against yours.

but you shouldn’t get ahead of yourself, he was probably jet lagged and would want to sleep soon after eating. soon, you don’t have a time limit on your love. you had just finished plating both of your meals when you heard a key meticulously being inserted into the lock.

then, it was tilted and removed. finally, you heard a hand wrap around the doorknob, and finally, you saw him. you couldn’t have moved faster if you were running for your life.

within seconds, you were in his arms once more. gyu buried his head into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your middle whilst yours wrapping around his neck. he leaned forward and waddled into the house with you, making no move to let you go as he kicked the door shut.

despite your best efforts, you had started crying. “oh bear..” you muttered, voice warbling as you moved your hand to cradle the back of his head. as soon as you spoke, he dug his head deeper into your neck, whining in tiny. you could feel tears hitting your shirt. he was crying too.

you don’t know how long you both stood at the entryway. gyu took to swaying you both back and forth, soft cries turning into sniffles.

you tried to pull away, to which he whined and pulled you ever closer once more.

you chuckled, “i made you soup, bear,” you say so softly that if your souls weren’t so near, he wouldn’t have heard you.

beomgyu smiled, and nodded. he pulled away from you and simply gazed at you. he reached his pinkie to remove his bangs from his eyes.

“come, it’s your favorite.” you drag your hands down from his neck, to his shoulders and finally land into his hands. they hold onto you tightly. “might be a little cold now.” you turn around slowly, dragging him behind you by his hand. as you neared the table, he gasped dramatically at the soup as though he wasn’t the one who chose it. you giggle to yourself.

“yahhh!!!” he practically yells, settling into the seat across from you and breathing in harshly through his teeth.

he picks up his spoon, but when he looks up at you sitting across from him, he pauses.

“what… are you doing?” he says slowly, as though this is the worst betrayal of his life. you tilt your head in confusion, letting out a questioning hum.

he scoffs, rolling his eyes and reaching towards your plate and bowl. he grabs them both carefully, moving them to be in front of him. he takes your spoon and places it next to the bowl, and looks at you expectantly.

you get the message, and get up slowly with a little smile on your face. he backs his seat up as you approach, looking up at you as though this is the first time he’d ever seen you. you settle into his lap, and he takes his spoon, scoops up some soup and blows on it before lifting it to your lips. you stick your tongue out, making sure it’s not steaming before taking it in your mouth. you hum in approval. you repeat what he did, with your own spoon and bowl.

this time, however, he insists you pretend the spoon is a plane.

you sigh, making faux plane noises and swerving the spoon around in the air before finally making it to his mouth. beomgyu swallows it and his eyes widen. just when you’re about to ask if he likes it, he reaches forward to your cheek and softly grazes his thumb against the apple of it. this was the side of beomgyu that you loved. the soft side, with his loudness sprinkled through out. this was a side that only you and his members saw.

he kept his smile as he looked down at your lips and then to your eyes. he slowly pulls you closer, before slotting your lips together. you both let out sighs, your very beings melding together into one. his lips are exceptionally warm from the soup, and taste vaguely of gum and kimchi. you drop the spoon onto the table and cup his cheek. he reaches down to pinch your thigh, signaling you to face him completely.

you refuse and pull away reluctantly, “you need to eat, bear.” you say as you reach down and hold his bowl in front of you. he sighs dramatically and rolls his eyes, but takes your spoonfuls diligently. every few bites he presses a plush kiss onto your cheek, and you reciprocate happily. soon, you are both feeding each other lovingly. you hate to imagine the teasing beomgyu would face if his members caught him being so lovey with you.

after you had finished your meal, you simply sat with him for a while. he held you close to him, and you played with the short sleeve of his shirt as you asked him about the tour. he responded with whispers, pressing kisses to your hair between every sentence, rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

you look up slightly, pressing a kiss to his neck before sitting up and stretching. he whines as you separate yourself from him.

“i’llllll wash the dishes laterrrr,” he drags out, “stay with meeee..” your bear whines, pouting at you and giving you his best puppy eyes.

“oorrrrrrrr…” you respond in playful mocking, “you could help me wash them now… and then we can sleep.”

his shoulders slumped as he realized your idea was better. he didn’t respond, simply getting up with you and following you to the sink.

even as you washed the dishes, his arms stayed wrapped around you from behind.

“never leaving you for so long again,” he muttered into your neck over and over. “love you too much..”

you smiled, turning your head to press a soft kiss onto his lips and returning the sentiment.

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[swordlux]

Xiao's Lust | Xiao x Female Reader 18+

Xiao's had about enough. He wants you. Now.

Warnings: smut, explicit content, please be 18+ to read.

***

He kissed you. His grip on your thigh told you how much he’d been wanting you, how much he’d been holding himself back. Up until now every kiss of yours had brought him pain. Every kiss of yours unveiled a layer of desire so deep, his centuries of existence felt infinitesimal in comparison. All these sides of himself he’d ignored for so long. You made him remember them all. You made him realize a love within himself that was larger than the universe...

*** Xiao's Longing

Xiao was feeling… restless.

He’d told himself time and time again, that he wasn’t into that human stuff. Emotions like desire, and lust didn’t plague him.

But he had this crazy urge to pin you to the floor and devour you like the sweet treat you were.

Ugh. Such thoughts of you lying underneath him were harassing his day. The more they hounded him, the more he wanted to take it out on you for making him have these thoughts. The next time he saw you, he wasn’t sure what he would do. Plus, you were such a tease. It was almost like you didn’t realize he was still a man underneath all that Yaksha. Sure, he did a good job of putting up a front, but still…

“Xiao…”

There you were again.

He had gone out for a walk to clear his head and happened to run into you, the very reason he needed to clear his head in the first place. He supposed it was his fault for choosing the streets of Liyue Harbor to settle his thoughts, but he had the feeling he would’ve run into you no matter where he went. You were looking so good, and so oblivious too, which made it worse. Why was he the only one standing here burning up like a forest fire, while you looked so happy-go-lucky as usual? He wanted to rip you away from this crowd and take you right—

Xiao’s gloved hand clenched upon his arm.

“Did you hear what I said, Xiao?”

Oh, it seemed you were talking to him.

“Why do you make me feel this way?” he said, doing his best to speak through gritted teeth. “It’s so—frustrating.”

“What?”

“Never mind,” he said, relaxing to the moment at last. “What is it?”

“Oh, uhm.. Childe and Zhongli invited us to their place for dinner tonight. Did you want to go..?” A blush had come to your cheeks. It was starting to dawn on you the hidden implications behind Xiao’s random outburst.

Xiao decided to take advantage of the moment and the way he was feeling. “Again? There’s always something. It’s like these people never run out of invitations. When will I get some alone time with you?”

Right. That’s all Xiao really wanted. The reason behind his frustration. Ever since you’d proclaimed your feelings for each other—no—ever since you’ve known each other practically, you’ve always been caught up in something. Always helping someone out or going to the next event. He loved that about you, your social nature (though he didn’t understand it himself) was something he’d come to appreciate. But it was dawning on him now, never had he had any real, honest alone time with you.

No wonder he was going crazy.

“I want you. Tonight. Let me take you out, properly. I mean… I am your man, I should have priority.” He grabbed onto your arm as he said it. The little action was the most he could do to restrain all these feelings he was holding back.

“Oh, of course…” you were surprised by Xiao’s sudden show of dominance. Little to say it thrilled you. Despite his restraint, you could feel his frustration in his grip.

You never had anything against spending alone time with Xiao, of course, it’s just he’d never shown any interest. But this, this was new…

“Good,” he said. “Be ready. I’ll pick you up at 7. Dress nice. Or however you do.”

***

You loved the vigilant Yakhsa. That much was sure. And he loved you. The connection you experienced was unlike any other. It went deeper than the roots of Teyvat. It transcended all dimensions, all layers of time, all experiences. Your love was a truth that would stand, even if everything around you shattered into illusion.

But there was one thing you were always not so sure about…

“Yakshas. I mean, he’s basically like a god, right? Do they..? Do they have the same pleasures that humans do? I’m not sure. It feels like..”

You were talking with your friend Beidou.The pirate had docked for lunch and you called her over for an emergency meeting before your date with Xiao. As you played over the situation in your head your cheeks flushed, and you rambled on.

The reliable pirate put her steady hands on your shoulders. “Slow down,” she said. “What you’re telling me is that you haven’t done the deed yet? And how long have you been dating now?”

You explained the situation, including how Xiao was acting today.

Beidou let out a boisterous laugh. “Haha! Sounds like he has the hots for sure. So? Are you ready for it?”

“I don’t know… I thought I was, but facing the reality of it... I’m terrified! I feel like a schoolgirl about to lose her virginity!”

She laughed again. “Well let me know how it goes. Even I’m curious to know what’s up with those adepti. That would be an interesting tale to tell at sea for sure.”

Ignoring that, you said goodbye to your friend and proceeded to head back to your lodgings to get ready, your confusion still rumbling in your head. If it were anyone else, any other man, you’d know for sure his words came with the usual implications. But this was Xiao, did he even…

I want you. Tonight.

Did that mean…? Did he mean..?”

No. You couldn’t imagine it. You had, of course, on many occasions, but you couldn’t actually picture the vigilant Yaksha giving into his desires. I mean, he was so… vigilant. You could totally picture him coldly saying, “We don’t need to do that,” not realizing how he would actually hurt you in the process. That was why you’d never made the first move yourself. That type of rejection from Xiao would rip you in two.

Xiao was never intentionally mean or cold, as you learned the more you got to know him, that was just his way of putting up boundaries that no one could cross, so he wouldn’t face the guilt of having something he didn’t believe he deserved. It was different with you. Slowly but surely he was letting you in. But still, there were still some topics you were afraid to touch.

But then… why did he sound so serious when he said it? And why did he look so… frustrated? As if he was holding himself back from doing some very dangerous things. You’d have to find out when the Yaksha came to pick you up for your very overdue alone time.

***

It was getting worse. With the confirmed date, Xiao was about ready to explode.

Why did he settle on a time? He wanted you this instant. He should’ve just pulled you aside and—

Enough. He had to get serious about this. He wanted to take you out properly like you deserved. But what could he plan at such a last minute? He was never good at this sort of stuff. You were always the one surprising him. Not to mention, he would have to pick someplace where the two of you wouldn’t be bothered. If you went to any of the nice, expected places, you were sure to run into someone who would want to have something to do with you. It’d be best to go to a place with no people. But was there such a place that matched your brilliance?

He finally settled on an idea. It wasn’t spectacular enough, as he realized nothing would when compared to the brightness you’d brought into his life. But at least it would be something. A first step. And then tonight, he could… he could...

His cheeks flushed. His heart drummed against his chest. The vigilant Yaksha was about to do something he hadn’t done in a long time.

***

You got ready, dressing in a little bit fancier version of your usual traveling clothes, then waited for Xiao at the outskirts of Liyue Harbor, at the rock where you watched fireworks together the year the vigilant Yaksha entered your life. He never specified a location to pick you up, but Xiao had this special way of finding you.

“You’re here.”

Despite your confirmed relationship status, Xiao had this way of sounding surprised every time you followed up on a promise with him.

You turned to the warm sound of his voice, and as usual, your heart surprised you with the amount that it could feel.

Xiao stood there, with an innocent, vulnerable glow in his beautiful amber eyes. The evening all of a sudden felt very warm, the air around you picked up the scent of roses.

Xiao held out his hand. “And you look wonderful. As always.”

You took his hand gladly. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

Xiao whisked you away. His efficient Yaksha ways of transport always caught you off guard, and you found yourself dizzy upon landing.

Once your head caught around you found yourself on the top of Mount Aocang.

In the middle of the sunset-lit setting was a table, romantically decorated and set up with the finest display of cuisines.

“I wanted to take you somewhere I was certain we wouldn’t be disturbed. Cloud retainer is looking out for us. She promised not to intrude. I had chef Yanxiao prepare all your favourite meals for you, as well as a few surprises I thought you’d like.”

“It’s… it’s perfect. Thank you, Xiao.” You turned to thank him.

His cheeks flushed. He avoided your direct gaze. “Afterwards, I thought… we could go back to my room at Wangshu. I’m afraid even this isn’t enough alone time for me.” He bravely met your eyes.

Your heart accelerated when you saw the meaning in them.

“S-sure,” you said.

Eating was difficult. You wanted to relax and enjoy the meal but ever since Xiao brought up his room, your heart was pounding like a deranged moth trapped inside a batting cage.

You kept looking at Xiao for more hints of what he planned for the evening, but his usual stoic face was displaying no signs of his earlier frustration.

You decided you were overthinking things and were beginning to relax when Xiao’s gloved hand found your thigh.

“I hope this is enough,” he said with a warm squeeze. “I apologize for the rush. It’s just… I want you to know how I feel about you. More than anything. That’s why tonight is important.” You could see all the loving in his eyes as he gazed at you. You were certain, were it not for that amber gaze holding you in place, you would’ve fallen right off the edge of Mount Aocang.

“Xiao..” you wanted to lean forward and kiss him.

He looked down at your plate, then smirked and sat back. “Eat up. I will exercise my patience while you finish your meal. But after that, I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold myself back anymore.”

There was only one thing he could mean by that.

Your hand trembled as you attempted to finish off the rest of your meal.

When did the Yaksha get so bold?

***

When you finally got to the inn Xiao stepped inside his room for a moment to set things up.

Outside, the cool of the night was getting inside the sleeves of your blouse, tickling up goosebumps on your skin. You looked out at the hills of Tevyat, breathing in the sweet smell of Silk flowers in the distance. Would tonight mark a significant turning point in your existence?

Xiao opened the door.

You jumped. You were already feeling hot with thoughts of him.

“Sorry about that, I had to fix up a few things. You can come in now.”

Nervous, your heart pounding as fast as a getaway train, you stepped inside.

The room was gorgeous.

Xiao had lit candles all along the lengths of the walls, something you were sure would’ve been a fire hazard, but in the yaksha’s care was nothing to be worried about. There were qingxin petals on the floor, lifting the room with a light sweet scent. But the most intoxicating thing was the smell of Xiao that radiated warmly over everything.

This was where the Yaksha spent his time when he wasn’t slaying demons. It felt so intimate. If you could bet, he’d probably never let anyone in here before.

In the middle of it all was his bed. King-sized, with white sheets that seemed to glow angelically in the muted candle-lit space.

“I meant what I said earlier, about not being able to hold back…” Xiao approached you. Touching you very delicately at first, he found your waist, his other hand tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “I have a bath prepared for you if it gets too much.”

Your knees squeezed together at his touch. Xiao still hadn’t outright expressed it, but there was no denying what he meant now.

He gazed upon you like a painting in a museum, his eyes not holding back their desire as they trailed up and down your body.

Xiao wanted you.

A smirk came to his lips. He exhaled a breath that you felt on your skin.

“You should know, this is not in my usual repertoire of things. But, well… you’ve awakened some things in me.”

“Xiao..”

“I don’t know how it will be. For us Adeptus, engaging in these things can get sort of intense. Our power transmutes to the sexual realm of course. If I’m not able to stop myself…”

“Please Xiao, you should know by now. I can handle anything.”

His hand squeezed on your arm. “Can you?” he said, a tease edging into his sincere voice.

He pulled you in close to him. Then he kissed you. Delicately. Gently. Seductively. It was a kiss that promised more. So much more.

You melted into it.

“Ah, I’ve been wanting this for so long…” He gripped the back of your head and kissed you deeper.

You gasped into his lips. Your knees were driving into each other. It was all you could do not to explode with the tension.

His arm slipped behind your waist, locking you against his hard body. His fingers dug into your hip bone, causing you to yelp with the sensation.

When you pulled away your cheeks were flushed. A trail of saliva dripped between you.

It was just one kiss, but it had sent your body on a whirlwind trip through the mountains. You were heating up fast. You both wanted each other so bad.

Xiao saw the look in your eyes and practically dragged you toward the bed.

He threw you onto the covers, his kisses getting more intense, his tongue digging deep into your mouth.

You tangled your tongue with his, gasping as his fingers tickled your neck.

His free hand traveled down your body and pinned your hips to the bed. You gasped again. His lips traveled to your neck and decorated it with deep kisses.

You groaned, your legs clenching, you desired all of him this instant.

“Did I say it?” he said. “How I want to show you how I feel?” His voice was like honey butter. You were so in love with it. It just made you want him even more.

You surrendered into the bed and allowed yourself to be kissed by him.

“Xiao—”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You reached up and bit his lips.

He hissed, his grip clenching on your hip. You could feel him shaking, an earthquake of desire above you.

“You—you’ll pay for that.” He tore at your clothes.

The fabric ripped easily in his ravenous grip.

Xiao tossed your ripped garments to the side and looked down at you.

A feral noise came from his throat that even he couldn’t control. He took to your neck again, then began traveling down your bare body.

“Ah—god M/C, you’re so beautiful… I could enjoy you all day.” He sucked on your nipple, turning it hard in his mouth, then made his way down to your belly button, leaving wet, sparkling kisses along the way.

He felt outside the fabric of your panties. “You know, I always wondered what you felt like,” he said.

You arched your back as Xiao slipped his fingers inside, feeling your wetness.

He played around with the inside of you, then slipped his fingers up to your clit, where he rubbed a slow, wet circle.

Xiao smirked. “I thought about picking up some lube, but it seems you’re wet enough on your own.”

“Xiao..” you grab at him, fingers clawing into his shoulders, dragging him up. “Do me. Do what you’ve been wanting to do with me.”

“Ah.. are you ready?”

You nodded impatiently and reached down to his crotch.

He was hard against the soft loose fabric of his pants. You tugged at them. With his help, you relieved his body of its entrapments.

You felt the wetness between your legs growing as his naked body leaned above you.

His naked body was like a sculpture. You’d been teased in the past by the way his tight clothing hung to his abs. You’d thought you’d had an idea of how sexy he was, but seeing him up close like this was a whole other level.

You felt down the hard surface of his body, then reached for his exposed fuck device.

His dick was smooth, you ran your fingers up his base, then played with the sensitive surface of his tip. He was already dripping precum. You brought your finger to your mouth and tasted it.

“M/C—” he gasped, losing all control at your touch. Despite how tough he played it, you knew, it had been years, maybe even decades since anyone had touched him down there.

You had him. Even the strongest Yaksha wouldn’t be able to resist the pleasure.

You felt his girth in the palm of your hand.

With a quick intake of breath, Xiao grabbed your hand and pulled it away, pinning it to the bed.

“If you want it—that badly—” He adjusted himself on top of you, then desperately guided his dick toward your entrance. He shifted around, feeling for your opening. “—then I’ll have to show you—how I feel…”

He entered you.

Fireworks flashed before your eyes. You felt your stomach in your throat as his length filled you.

You opened your legs wider for him.

The moans that escaped his mouth were so raw—so natural.

He shifted his hips, entering you deeper, letting out a grunt.

You felt your energies merging, you felt all of him—his depth, his intensity, his karma—his passion that went so deep it threatened to drown you.

You tried to moan his name but the sound came out choked. You were overloaded with the fullness of him.

His hand clenched the bedsheets beside your head, the cords in his arm pulsing. “Is it—okay?” he asked.

“Mm—” you bit your lip, he was flooding you with a fire. You could see him holding back for your sake, you wanted him to know you could handle it. “Yes,” you gasped. Your eyes telling him, you would.

“G-good.”

He started slowly. Thrusting into you with a melodic rhythm.

“Oh god…” he moaned. The crease between his brow was trembling, his eyes squeezed in pleasure. “M/C, I…”

He collapsed forward, thrusting into you faster. He rasped into your chest until a rhythm took hold he could no longer control.

He fucked you harder. Deeper. Each thrust sent a hurricane through your body.

You moaned and writhed under him.

“M/C,” his voice was raw, he was on the verge of tears. “You feel so good, it’s not even fair.”

You squeezed him with your legs.

He kissed you. His grip on your thigh told you how much he’d been wanting you, how much he’d been holding himself back. Up until now every kiss of yours had brought him pain. Every kiss of yours unveiled a layer of desire so deep, his centuries of existence felt infinitesimal in comparison. All these sides of himself he’d ignored for so long. You made him remember them all. You made him realize a love within himself that was larger than the universe. If his love for you was this real, this deep, he shouldn’t be allowed to have it. Yet here he was, fucking you—feeling the warm wetness of you around his dick, finding himself wanting more and more of you, finding the back of his head tingling as he indulged the pleasure, wanting to dive even further into his love. If you were really all his and there was nothing he could do about it, he would make damn sure to surpass your expectations.

He devoured every inch of your being as he fucked you even harder. Then with a surge of confidence, he spread your legs apart and hiked your hips off the bed, holding you up with his pure strength. He drove into you, this new angle allowing him to access deeper parts of you.

You moaned. It was so pleasurable for him to hear.

Sweat drenched his body, but he didn’t care. He would show you what it meant to be one of the world’s strongest Yakshas. You said you could handle it, after all.

He pushed himself past his limits of stamina. He flipped you and fucked you from all different angles. Your wild gasps and moans were like signs on a highway he was speeding down. He didn’t care how good you felt, he would make you feel better.

All the while his dick was alive with sensations. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through his shaft that was unlike anything he’d experienced. He gripped your thighs tighter. He wanted to throw his head back and cry out.

You felt so fucking good. He didn’t know something so simple, so human could feel this amazing.

You were so warm, so wet, so...

God, he couldn’t fuck you hard enough.

He’d felt his orgasm the minute he entered you but had been holding it off this whole time. Now it pulsed and raged against his dick, begging to be let out.

Fuck… he wanted to…

He gripped your head.

“Xiao—deeper,” you moaned.

Oh, gods that almost made him come. His whole body was trembling as he fought off the orgasm.

S-so… good…

“More—?” he panted. His voice was raw, his throat hoarse.

You whimpered. Giving your answer in the lacerations you clawed into his back.

He bit his tongue and fucked you past his limits.

“Oh god M/C, I’m going to—” He couldn’t hold it any longer.

The milky-sweet orgasm surged up and out of his dick.

He pulled out of you just in time and ejaculated all over your body.

His cum was wet and sticky.

He remained above you for a few moments as the orgasm still took hold of his body.

His brain tingled.

You stroked his softening dick gently. Even that felt good.

“M/C…” he panted. “I’ll clean up. Wait there.”

He went to fetch a towel, and when he came back you were lying there on the bed, cheeks pink and hot, looking at him with red love in your eyes. You were so beautiful. Gosh he was so grateful to have you.

His heart clenched as he cleaned you up.

You reached out and stroked his arm. “Xiao,” you said, “I love you.”

“M/C… I love you too. More than you could ever know.” He leaned forward and kissed you. Then the two of you fell back onto the bed, your cooling bodies quickly finding each other.

As Xiao lay there, he realized the truth of the sentence. There was no way you could know. Nothing on the physical plane of existence would allow him to transmute all these feelings he felt toward you. There would be many more nights of him showing you how he felt before you would begin to grasp the depths of his love for you.

That was alright. He smiled to himself. This was a challenge he was more than willing to take on. Even if it was impossible, he would never stop showing you how much he loved you. Even if it took all of eternity for you to finally understand.

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When Tulips Kiss | Hwang Hyunjin SMAU

CHAPTERS: 𝜗𝜚 5teen | 6teen | 𝜗𝜚 7teen

WORD COUNT: 5.6k (not proofread)

wish you were sober

It was the night of 3RACHA’s album release album, and you were standing in front of Jisung’s house with your arm linked to Jeongin’s and Seungmin’s, you being in the middle. It’s been a hot minute since you last went to a party like this, so you were a bit overwhelmed. Actually, you’ve noticed that you were always at least a little overwhelmed when it came to being surrounded by a crowd of people you weren’t familiar with, but it was something you needed to suck up in order to have that full “college experience.”

The last time you were at a party like this, you ended up in somebody’s bed that you didn’t know. Scary. You didn’t even bother saying bye to him when you left in the morning, hell, you don’t even remember his name.

Parties, drinking, sex, and emotions. That sounds about right!

“Hey Y/N! So glad you could make it!” You heard a voice calling out to you, causing you to snap out of your thoughts. When did we get inside? Well whatever, we’re here now, might as well have fun.

“Hey, Chan! I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” You smiled and unhooked your arms from your friends’, leaning into Chan and giving him a shoulder hug, as he returned it.

“Jisung and Changbin are in the kitchen making drinks. Those idiots are making all sorts of concoctions, so be careful with the amount you drink.” He chuckles before walking away to greet more people coming in.

“Are you drinking tonight?” Seungmin asked you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you leaned on his. Jeongin was long gone, you assumed he went to some of his other friends, or maybe went to the kitchen to drink already.

“Yeah, gotta get shit out my mind you know? Why don’t you drink too?” You nudged his side as he groaned in feigned annoyance.

“Me? Drink? Nah. At least not when everybody else is, somebody in the group has to look after everyone, and it’s me.” Seungmin shrugged as you pouted and dragged him along to the kitchen.

“I could stay sober this time so you could have fun! Let loose a bit!”

“It’s okay Y/Nnie, I appreciate it but I’d rather stay sober, to be honest. I like to have full control of myself and full awareness. So drink to your heart’s desire. I enjoy taking care of you guys anyway, as much as I hate to admit it.” Seungmin ruffled your hair as you whined, gaining a laugh out of him.

“Okay okay okay, you’re seriously the best Minnie. I hope you know we all love you so much.”

“Yuck, stop with all the sappy stuff.” He rolled his eyes but failed to hide the soft smile on his face.

“Yoooo Seungmin! Y/Nnie! If I didn’t know any better, I would assume you’re trying to take my wife away from me!” A voice, who you know as Jisung’s hollered out as you both looked in his direction before walking to him.

“You should keep a better eye on your wife then.” Seungmin joked before nuzzling his nose to your cheek as Jisung gasped dramatically, letting out a joyous laugh right after. He took a red solo cup from the counter before filling it up with the… “concoction,” as Chan described it, and handing it to you.

“Taste it,” Jisung smirked as you and Seungmin looked at each other with an uncertain look on your faces.

“Umm... Minnie!! A little sip won’t hurt. Why don’t you try it first?” You held the cup to Seungmin’s face before he fake barfed to the side. “Hell no.”

“Hey! I’m serious, it’s good!” Jisung crossed his arms in an attitude, looking to the side. Then, as quickly as he turned his head to the side, he turned back to look at you with pleading eyes. “Please taste it! It’s not poison I swear.”

“Okay okay okay I’ll taste it.” You laughed as he cheered and waited in anticipation as you took a sip. You widen your eyes in surprise before nodding at Jisung with an impressed smile.

“It’s good! What did you put in it?”

“I have no idea! Thank you for being my guinea pig wifeyyyyy~~~” Jisung grinned before running away as you took a sniff at the drink, trying to figure out what was inside of it. After a few minutes of thinking, you gave up on trying to figure it out and ended up chugging it all in one go. You squeezed your eyes shut and shuddered as the alcohol left its sensation down your throat, opening your eyes a few seconds later only to see Seungmin looking at you in worry.

“Woah. You took that like a champ. Are you doing fine? Do you always drink like this? I’m surprised you trust Jisung’s drink that much. Man doesn’t even remember what he put in it.” He rambled as you giggled and nodded your head to his questions.

“It’s actually pretty good! I like the ratio of alcohol to juice, it tastes better instead of just tasting like straight liquor you know? Not sure what that guy put in the drink, but it’s good.” You went to get more, but Seungmin grabbed the cup out of your hands and poured you more himself, proceeding to take a sip out of it. You waited to see his reaction as he took another sip and nodded in approval.

“You’re right. Too bad he doesn’t remember what’s in it, maybe I would drink more often if it always tasted this good.” Seungmin complimented, giving the cup back to you as you downed it all, once again.

“Damn, no hesitation.” He chuckled as you smiled shyly, the buzzing feeling slowly creeping up on you. Your cheeks started heating up rapidly, catching Seungmin’s attention.

“Are you okay? Do you need a seat?” He asked with concern laced in his voice as you shook your head.

“I’m just getting started, baby!” You booped his nose before pouring yourself another cup as he stifles a laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” You pouted as Seungmin raised both his arms up in innocence.

“Nothing! Let’s get you to sit on the couch though, just in case. You don’t drink like this often.” Seungmin wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you steady as you clung onto his shirt, letting him lead you wherever.

He was right, you don’t usually drink like this, let alone this fast. If you were being honest, you couldn’t forget about what you and Hyunjin talked about in the bathroom. You’ve kept it inside and haven’t talked about it with anyone, and it was getting to you.

But tonight, you intended to get fucking wasted. Why talk about it when you have alcohol?

Seungmin ushered the people shoving their tongues down each other’s throats off the sofa, gaining a nasty look from them, but he couldn’t give a fuck. He sat you down on the sofa and proceeded to take his jacket off to cover your thighs before sitting himself down next to you.

“What are we?” You asked jokingly as Seungmin rolled his eyes. Man, he sure does that a lot. You chugged your drink for the third time that night, and most certainly not the last. You felt the room spinning around you, your vision getting blurry.

Aaaaaand you’ve done it. Maybe you shouldn’t have drank so much in such a short amount of time.

“Want me to refill it?” Seungmin chuckled as you stopped to think about it. You should probably stop, but you weren’t drunk enough, so you nodded your head with a soft smile.

“Thanks.” He nodded back at you before taking the cup out of your hands and heading towards the kitchen.

“Are you guys always that cuddly? Am I blind to have never noticed it before?” A female voice talked to you as you turned to see who it was.

“Chuu! When did you get here? A few minutes ago?” You guessed as she nodded. Your eyes drifted from her face to her hand, which was connected to another person’s hand. Oh?

“Oh, who’s this?” You asked politely, referring to the slightly taller woman that Chuu was holding hands with, noticing how both their faces turned bright red. Ohhhhh.

“Y/N, meet Sooyoung! My girlfriend!” Chuu beamed as the girl next to her, Sooyoung, smiled and stuck her hand out as you shook it.

“It’s so nice to meet you! Take good care of her, she can get a bit crazy sometimes.” The three of you laughed together before it died down.

“We’re gonna get going now Y/N! Stay safe!” Chuu walked away hand in hand with her girlfriend, leaving you alone to your thoughts.

Where was Seungmin?

As if on cue, his hand landed on top of your head as he handed you the cup.

“Y/N, I know this is so sudden but something came up, and I’ve got to go. Can you take care of yourself??” You sensed the panic in his voice as you stood up to hug him.

“Yeah don’t worry about me! I’ll be fine just go! Let me know what’s going on tomorrow.” You reassured as he hugged you back and thanked you. He pulled away and pinched your cheeks, as he always does to say goodbye instead of waving, and left the party, but not before telling you to keep his jacket with you just in case you get cold. Seungmin was always looking after you, and it was times like that when you would think about the future, and how lucky his future girlfriend would be. He never hesitates to take care of you, even if you guys are arguing, and it has always been like this since you were kids. Now you were really alone. You decided to take little sips of your drink this time since you were already far gone enough, you had misjudged it when Seungmin asked if you wanted more earlier.

You observe your surroundings and all the people around you, watching how everyone is in their own world despite being in a room full of people. You enjoyed people-watching, it was always nice to see how people act differently and so uniquely. You watched the couples in the room, unwillingly of course because who would want to watch PDA? And you couldn’t help but think about how it was when you were in a relationship, and you found yourself missing it. Your brain automatically thought of Hyunjin but you quickly shut that thought down.

Why are you thinking of him? You drank the remaining drink in your cup before setting it down on the coffee table, leaning back down onto the sofa, and letting yourself sink in. You spotted Jeongin chatting with Felix and Minho, then Jisung with Chan and Changbin. Looking a bit more to your left, you found that Chaewon finally made it to the party! Though, she came with another friend of hers, Sakura? If you remembered correctly. Maybe it was the alcohol making you feel this way, but you felt lonely. Lonelier than usual. The air in the room was starting to feel stuffier and stuffier, so you went upstairs to where you knew Jisung’s balcony was and went outside to take a breath of fresh air. All the stars were sparkling and it felt like they were all closer, but maybe it was all the drinks playing tricks on your eyes. You were even able to see the planet of love, Venus, so you thought that was cool.

You don’t know how much time passed since you’ve been standing out here on Jisung’s balcony, but it was long enough for someone to notice and approach you.

“Y/N.”

Oh. That voice. You were almost completely certain that it was— “Hwang.” You mumbled without needing to turn back to see who it was as you heard their footsteps approach you and stood by your side, staring at the night sky as well.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” Hyunjin spoke softly before turning his head to look at you.

“Yeah, I agree. It’s so alluring, don’t you think?” You look back at him as the both of you lock eyes, and suddenly it feels like nothing else exists besides the two of you. Hyunjin takes this time to take in your features, something he wasn’t able to do for the past four years. A privilege, if you will. Your perfectly blushed red cheeks, and the shape of your nose. Your adorable eyes and the lips he loved kissing so much, it was all coming back to him. You had grown up so beautifully, there was no denying that. You have always been a beautiful woman, but it’s different now, and he doesn’t know how to explain it.

“Yeah, it really is alluring.” He murmurs, all his attention directed towards you. You smile up at him and he can feel his heart stop.

“What are you staring at?” You giggle quietly and look away, a bit flustered that he was staring for so long. But he couldn’t help it, who wouldn’t stare at you?

It was this night that gave him the feeling deep down inside that no matter how many years passed that you guys were apart, it will always be you. It has always been you. Will he ever admit it out loud? Hell no. At least, not right now…? He hates the fact that it’s still you that he wants to spend the rest of his life with, even after you had hurt him so fucking much in high school. His heart and his mind were always conflicting with each other, and his mind would win every single time. Hyunjin shrugged the feeling off, excusing his racing heartbeat and blaming it on how much he hated you. He didn’t care if it didn’t make sense, just as long as he was believing anything BUT the fact he was still in love. He told himself that he couldn’t be in love with you and that he SHOULDN’T. It was silly to get back together with someone who hurt you, but the confused and lost look on your face every single time he brought up the past messed with him. He wasn’t able to tell if you were playing dumb or not, but he chose to protect his heart and not give in to temptations, convincing himself that you were just playing dumb.

“So what brings you out here?” You asked the boy next to you, catching him off guard that you would still continue a conversation with him.

“Oh uh. I’m not sure. I just felt like wanting to get away from everyone else for a while. You?”

“Same.” You nodded, and the both of you stood in comfortable silence.

Well, you assumed it to be comfortable silence. But for you? Oh no. Oh no no no, your mind was flooded with thoughts going hundreds of miles per hour. You couldn’t think straight and your heart was pumping, you felt like it was loud enough for even Hyunjin to hear. You and Hyunjin were actually talking face-to-face with no tension between you guys, and all it did was take you back to when you were happy together.

“Do… do you wanna get out of here?” Hyunjin asked in a shy manner as you looked back at him and pondered before responding.

“Hm… sure. Why not? Lead the way, Hwang.” You accepted the offer as he smiled his oh-so-cute smile at you before gently taking your hand and leading you out the front door, to his car.

Hyunjin opened the passenger door for you and buckled you in before getting in the driver's seat to drive off to someplace quiet.

He’s only inviting you to go somewhere else because he didn’t want to be at the party anymore, and you were already with him so he might as well bring you along. Not because he felt the need to look after you while you were drunk and didn’t want to leave you alone or anything… nothing like that!

The two of you were silent the entire car ride, the only sounds in the car were the static coming from the radio and the hum of the car engine. It was peaceful though, and you enjoyed it. You felt like you could float away from how light you felt, the glow of the streetlights was a blur, as for everything else around you.

It didn’t take long, probably around 15 minutes, until the car finally came to a halt. Hyunjin turned the engine off and looked at you, checking how you were feeling.

“You feeling okay?” He asked as you turned your head to him and nodded. He gave you a small, subtle smile in response before getting out of the car and quickly going over to your side to open the door for you as you giggled at his actions.

“So what is this place?” You hummed, stepping out of the car and spinning around to look at your surroundings. Unfortunately, that didn’t help, as your vision was still impaired at the moment.

“I go here a lot whenever I need to clear my thoughts. Or when I just want to be alone.” Hyunjin muttered before placing his hand at the center of your back and holding your hand with the other, leading you to the bench and sitting you down.

“You could see the city lights from here, it’s a beautiful thing. Plus, the stars are brighter out here, so that’s nice.” He expressed and sat down beside you. He turned his head to look at you and admire your side profile, his breath hitching.

“You look….. decent,” Hyunjin mumbled as you looked at him as well, a darker shade of blush creeping on your cheeks, on top of the blood that rushed to your face due to the alcohol, and he chuckled at the look of it.

“Why’d you bring me out here?” You questioned and fiddled with your fingers, staring into the glint of his eyes, to his plump lips, then back to his eyes.

That action didn't go unnoticed by Hyunjin, and he could feel his face quickly heat up before clearing his throat. “I uh, just thought you might want to see it. Also, we’re friends by force.” You couldn’t help but let out a giggle at his last statement, and he laughed along with you. You felt so relaxed around him. Perhaps it was the alcohol? Contrary to feeling relaxed, it also felt like your heart could pump out of your chest. You don’t know what came over you, but you grabbed his hand and placed it on your chest, where your heart is of course.

Hyunjin looked away, flustered at your actions. Why would you put his hand on your chest? Are you testing him?

“Can you feel my heartbeat?”

Oh. Duh.

“Yeah, I can.” He spoke in an embarrassed tone, mentally scolding himself for thinking of something different. Out of all the things that Hyunjin was in denial of, one thing that he couldn’t deny was his physical attraction to you. You were the most beautiful being he had ever laid eyes on, and you still were. He hopes that you think the same way about yourself.

“Why do you hate me so much?” You slurred your words out before your head fell limp on his shoulder. Hyunjin stayed quiet for a while before finally answering, “You hurt me.” He rests his head on top of yours.

“How?”

“You already know.”

And it comes to a complete circle, once again. You sighed in frustration, you weren’t sure how to ever get his side out of him. No matter how much you asked, he wouldn’t tell you how you hurt him and it frustrated you.

“I don’t. I don’t know what I did to hurt you. But I’m still sorry nonetheless.”

Hyunjin hums in response but doesn’t answer to your apology in words.

The two of you cuddled under the starry sky, surrounded by the chilly night air. Friends do this kind of stuff, this is normal! You've cuddled with Seungmin, Chaewon, Jeongin, Chuu, and Jisung. But? Why does it feel so different now?

“Hyunjin?”

“Wow, you called me by my name for once.” He chuckled and held your hand, giving it a light squeeze.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked under your breath, but you were certain that he heard you with the way he stiffened.

“Wha… what?” Hyunjin stuttered as you lifted your head and leaned in dangerously close. He felt your warm breath hit his face, and he could feel himself leaning in towards you as well, until he noticed it. The scent of alcohol in your breath.

Fuck. Hyunjin totally forgot you were drunk, and he cursed at himself for nearly kissing you. He stood up and ruffled his hair back, not looking back at you. “We should get going.”

You couldn’t help but feel disappointed when he rejected your advances, but you shrugged off the heavy, aching feeling in your chest and followed him as he walked towards the car. Even after all the built-up tension that you created between the two of you, he still opened the car door and buckled you in before tending to himself. You were well aware of how he was constantly sleeping around, as he’s very well-known and popular around campus. It only made you wonder if he treated every single girl he was with like this. You would be lying if you said that he wasn’t a gentleman, so you wouldn’t be surprised if he DID treat every girl like this, but little did you know that you couldn’t be any more further from the truth.

As Hyunjin started the car and began driving, you picked up your phone to check if any of your friends had texted you, and to no one’s surprise, they did.

“Hey, Hyunjin?” You called for his attention as he nodded and hummed to indicate that he was listening. “Can I… stay over tonight? My friend is bringing her girlfriend over and she asked if I could sleep somewhere else for tonight.” You asked coyly as he paused for a while, before nodding once more. “Yeah, you can stay over.”

You muttered a thank you and looked out the window, admiring the scenery. Before you knew it, you were knocked out and snoring softly.

When the sounds of your quiet snores reached Hyunjin, he looked over for a second to sneak a peek to confirm his suspicions, and he was correct. You did fall asleep, and you were sleeping soundly in the passenger seat. The passenger seat of HIS car. He chuckled silently and continued on driving, unable to wipe the fond smile on his face.

When Hyunjin finally pulled up to the house he shared with 5 other people. He got out of the car and went to the side that you were on, unbuckled you, and gently lifted you up in his arms, making sure he didn’t wake you up. Closing the car doors and locking it, he brought you inside as silently as he could so as to not attract any attention. After all, what kind of reaction would his friends have to see him carry the person he hates into his bed and tuck her in? They would probably accuse him of being in love. Yeah right.

When he finally brought you to his room and closed the door successfully without anybody noticing, he delicately placed you on his bed like you were a fragile porcelain doll, before heading to the bathroom to wet a cloth and making his way back to you. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he made sure to wipe your makeup off as gently as he could, and when he was finished, he threw the damp cloth in his laundry basket and untied your braids to let it all fall back in place.

Hyunjin stayed next to you for a while, admiring your natural beauty and your sleeping state, you looked so serene and peaceful. This was the first time in years when you didn’t look at him with annoyance in your eyes, and he was grateful. Your beauty never failed to fascinate him and leave him in awe, and he could slowly feel the cold exterior he has constantly shown you, melting away. You made him feel sick. So sick. He was usually so sure of himself when it came to what he wanted, but for you, it was different. He didn’t understand why his heart yearned for you, but it did. Your messy hair, your long eyelashes, and your slightly parted lips as you slept pulled him in even more, and he hated it. He hated the way you made him feel despite everything he did to try and move on from you. He hated how despite the amount of years that had passed, you still had him wrapped around your finger. He hated everything that you made him feel, and yet he’s here taking care of drunken you. He gave in so fast, and it’s pathetic.

Hyunjin lets out a sigh before getting up to grab you a shirt to change you into. Taking a deep breath in, he squeezed his eyes shut before undressing you carefully and so very tender. After successfully doing so, he pulled a fresh shirt over your head and shoulders as it covered all of you. He opened his eyes once he knew you were completely covered, proceeding to tuck you into his blankets and pulling a chair from his desk to the side you were on. He stopped to stare at you once more before hesitantly planting a careful kiss on your forehead as if he were scared to break you.

“I wish you were sober,” Hyunjin muttered quietly before sitting down on the chair to take your hand and intertwine your fingers with his, laying his head on top of your stomach.

“Friends do this kind of stuff. It’s fine..” He fluttered his eyes closed and eventually drifted off to sleep.

~

Sometime later, Jeongin wakes up in the middle of the night with a groan. His head was fucking killing him from all the drinking so he did the first thing that came to his mind, which was to go into someone’s room for hangover pills. The most sensible thing for him to do was go to the person who got drunk the most, and so he did. Exiting his bedroom and knocking on the door softly just in case he was sleeping.

“Hyunjin? Do you have any hangover pills?” Jeongin asked but was met with silence, and so he slowly opened his bedroom room, only to be greeted with a not so surprising surprise. Hyunjin was sleeping on a chair pulled up beside you with his head on your stomach, his hand holding yours, and your other hand entangled in his hair.

Jeongin slowly creeped out and shut the door while giggling and rolling his eyes. “I fucking knew it would happen.”

~

When you finally opened your eyes, you were met with a pounding headache and a throat dry as a desert. You could barely open your eyes when you sat up and looked around the room, but it didn’t look familiar to you, at all.

Oh right… You asked Hyunjin if you could stay over.

You rolled over and hid your face in his pillow, before rolling again for the last time and staring up at the ceiling. You didn’t remember much before asking him if you could stay, besides the fact that Hyunjin took you to an overview of the city, but that’s pretty much it. You were lightheaded and the consequences of drinking… whatever Jisung made… finally caught up to you.

At least you didn’t throw up last night, that would have been embarrassing. Where is Hyunjin anyway?

And as if on cue, the bathroom that connected to his bedroom opened up as steam poured out from being trapped in there. “Oh, you’re awake. I put a glass of water beside you and some hangover pills, you must be dying right now.” Hyunjin spoke casually as he stepped out of the bathroom, revealing his exposed torso with a towel covering his bottom half. Before you could even register that you were staring, practically drooling, he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Are you just… going to keep staring or are you gonna turn around so I could put some clothes on?” Hyunjin chuckled and you squealed and turned around, apologizing for staring. You took this time to take the pills with the water he gave you as you finished all the water in one go, probably what you should’ve done last night instead of alcohol.

“I’m finished, you can turn back around. Are you hungry? I could make you something real quick and bring it to you here, since, well, nobody knows that you’re here with me. The pills will probably upset your stomach if you don’t eat.” He informed as you agreed.

“Yes please.”

“Do you want anything specific?”

“Nothing, I’m fine with anything you give me.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back then. Stay right here.” Hyunjin leaves the room soon after that and so you’re left alone. You notice that he plugged in your phone for you, and you mentally thanked him for doing so before getting on it. You were scrolling on your phone for a while, TikTok, Instagram, Twitter, you name it, and you eventually got bored so you got up to explore the room. Honestly, you probably shouldn’t have done that considering the two of you weren’t close anymore, but that didn’t come to your mind. You admired the decor on the wall, as it was covered with portraits that you could only assume were painted by him. Hyunjin has always been into art and painting even while you guys were together. Instead of buying actual flowers and bouquets since you already have a lot, he would paint you all different kinds of bouquets instead. Hyunjin was truly one of a kind, and you smile fondly at the memories of when you were together.

“Y/Nnie~~” A voice from behind startled you as you turned around, only to find NOT Hyunjin, but Jeongin.

“Oh… hahaaaa… hi Innie…!” You laughed nervously and twiddled your thumbs as he laughed and hugged you, rocking you side to side.

“Did you guys sleep together?” Jeongin smirked slyly as you hit his shoulder in embarrassment, the poor boy yelping at the impact.

“No, we didn’t. I took care of her because all her FRIENDS,” Hyunjin appeared from behind him, pausing to give Jeongin a glare before continuing, “Left her all alone while she was drunk. I may hate Y/N but I’m not a monster. Do you know how dangerous it is to leave a drunk girl alone at a party?? I took her out to get some fresh air and took her here. I would never sleep with a girl if she’s not fully sober and if she doesn’t have the full capability to fully consent to it.” Hyunjin scolded Jeongin as he hugged you tighter, causing you to lose your breath.

“Can’t… breathe…”

“I’M SO SORRYYYY. I thought Seungmin was gonna stay with you!!!” Jeongin cried and hid his face in your neck as you looked at Hyunjin while giggling. “Look what you did!”

“He needs to know! That’s stupid and not everybody is as kind and wonderful as me.” Hyunjin praised himself with a smug look as you rolled his eyes. Jeongin pulled away before patting your head.

“Okay… I’m gonna leave so you two could be alone.” Jeongin winked and left the two of you laughing together.

“He’s so unserious.” You giggled more as Hyunjin laughed, nodding in agreement before passing you your food with a lap desk so you could eat properly.

“Now get back in bed so you can eat, and take a shower. You reek of alcohol, you’re lucky I let you sleep in my bed.” Hyunjin scoffed, going back to his “hateful” facade.

“Where did you sleep?” You questioned while bringing a spoonful of rice to your mouth and chewing.

“Beside you. Same bed. You were cuddled up next to me.”

You nearly spat out your food as Hyunjin fell to the floor laughing. Still just as dramatic as he was in high school.

“I’m kidding!! You should’ve seen the look on your face! I slept on the chair right there.” Hyunjin pointed at the chair that was pushed into the desk as you gave him a concerned look.

“What the fuck? That’s so uncomfortable, I wouldn’t mind sleeping in the same bed as you. I’d prefer that than stealing your bed from you.” You sigh, feeling bad that he most likely had the worst sleep of his life on that chair, not noticing the faint blush that decorated his cheeks as he clears his throat.

“Yeah well, I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He mumbled before sitting down at the end of the bed. “Now hurry up so I can drop you off back at your dorm.. your friend must be worried that you’re not home yet, it’s already 3pm.”

You nodded at shared a smile with the boy in front of you.

Maybe being together isn’t so bad after all.

a/n: i finished this quicker than i thought i would lol! i hope you guys liked the fluff! don’t get too comfortable tho

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[nemonclature]

GUYS. I HAVE A THEORY. IT’S SUCH A GOOD THEORY. ACTUALLY IT’S THE BEST. Actually I’m just gonna go ahead and call this canon. I’m staking my entire identity on it.

So, I was gonna do an in depth art post bouncing off this excellent bit of research. I was expecting some thematic hints a la Hannibal and much fun to be had.

I decided to start with this:

Francis Bacon’s Three Studies for Figures at the Base of a Crucifixion, which hangs on the wall in the Dubai apartment.

Let’s sidestep the Christian connotations of the crucifixion* IMO the Christ bit is misdirection (mostly. We’ll come back to that)

Armand: Witnesses to Christ’s agony. Mr Bacon also referred to these as the Three Furies.

Who are they? The Furies/Erinyes are Ancient Greek Goddesses of vengeance. "The Erinyes, that under earth take vengeance on men, whosoever hath sworn a false oath" ... They are traditionally depicted as … preoccupied with avenging patricide and matricide by hunting down and killing violent criminals ... Their task is to hear complaints brought by mortals against the insolence of the young to the aged, of children to parents, of hosts to guests.” (wiki)

Kinda on point for a vampire that tried to kill his maker, no? Or for a vampire that’s abusing the guests in his home? Or an old man shit-talking two much older vamps. (lol jk not you Danny boy, you trash them all you want bb).

Armand: We’ve received an aggressive offer for the Bacon triptych.

Louis: Oh? I didn’t know we’d made it available.

Armand: It’s a new name, so I’ll have to run due diligence.

Hmm, who could possibly be being setup to enter late season under cover as some innocuous buyer? Who would Armand let into his theatre home in order to wreck it? Who’s presence/interest/existence would he keep from Louis? Who better to complete Bacon's intention and provide the crucified final figure of the set, but...

YES! Our favourite victim of patricide. The ultimate Daddy Vampire. Lestat de fucking Lioncourt.

Guys there’s a reason I’ve been calling him White Vampire Jesus and it’s not (just) because I find myself hilarious.

Real Rashid: The lawyer for the buyer is ready for the teleconference.

Not a massive deal, rich people make lawyers do things for them. But so do VAMPIRES WHO DON’T WANT TO BE IDENTIFIED.

But yeah, lets’ get into that phone call. Mr Philips, the lawyer, is introduced to Mr du Lac (like, in case anyone was wondering how Lestat knew it was Louis who owned it, just fucking use your real name Louis, sure.) The buyer wants it for her husband (GUYS. HE WANTS IT FOR LOUIS).

This is episode 2.03 and, guys, Lestat is EVERYWHERE in this episode. We get Armand opening up, but not about his full past, just about his past with Lestat.

Dreamstat dogs Louis’s footsteps

Louis admits to Armand that Lestat was his maker in this episode.

And the scene directly before the lawyer calls?

Louis and Claudia are talking about Lestat, it moves on to Bruce, but it starts with Lestat.

We could also talk about how, this season, as the focus has moved away from Loustat to Loumand, the action has moved away from the main room with the Triptych, to the tree room and the dining room.

Lets start with the tree room, where Armand (the clinging vine) reaches, but never touches Louis (the tree).

"For woman is a branching tree, and man a clinging vine. And from your branches carelessly, he’ll take what he can find."

(Let no man steal your thyme, trad)

Too much? Then how about the dining room of equally symbolic paintings. (and, side note. Paintings have been IT this season. This is the Armand season, the Amadeo season, the Louis photographer season, the breaking into museums to look at or steal art season. If S1 was music, S2 is art).

The dining room where we find the Ron Bechet, Transformation (A TREE AND VINES FFS), representing Louis (or Loumand) and the (stolen - can we take a moment to appreciate the hilarity that is Louis and Armand dressing up as police officers to carry out one of the biggest art heists in recent history?) Rembrandt, Christ in the Storm on the Sea of Galilee representing Daniel (Fear and Faith).

You can see them more clearly in the S1 scene where Dan and Louis are at either end of the table, each before their own painting.

But also in S2 in combo with the Marius christ-and-demons, representing Armand (or representing Armius?? Lol do they have a ship name? kill me now). I find it very interesting how Armand is sometimes framed with Dan's painting behind him and at other times with Louis', almost like he's being pulled between the two.

Anyway. Point is the GIANT RED ORANGE LESTAT CHRIST SYMBOLISM is suspiciously out of frame this season.

See the difference in framing here in Season 1: (note, this is DanLou first meeting. It's BEEN THERE FROM THE BEGINNING)

And this itty bitty corner shot in Season 2:

And when does the triptych come back into frame? Oh just DIRECTLY AFTER THIS BIT OMFG:

Me too, Dan. Me too.

The triptych has been on the wall from the start of the show. Looming over everything, haunting the narrative, like a giant bleeding meta signpost.

[rosemariiaa]

~I’ll make it up to you~

pairing- Paige Bueckers & Azzi Fudd

P.S: for the anon with the prompt suggestion for azzi and paige, i have to fix it up some because i looked back and literally did not like anything 🤕, tried to make this a lil more better to read and professional

warning: smut,swearing, little fluff

Enjoy!!!

The post-game excitement filled the air, fans crowding around the UConn players for autographs and selfies. Paige Bueckers stood off to the side, signing jerseys and posing for pictures, her eyes occasionally drifting toward Azzi Fudd, who was surrounded by an unusually large group of fans. One fan, in particular, a tall girl with bright red hair, seemed to be monopolizing Azzi’s attention, laughing at everything she said and leaning in a bit too close for Paige’s liking.

Paige felt a pang of irritation. Azzi was always nice to the fans—too nice, sometimes, in Paige’s opinion. She forced a smile for the next fan in line, but her eyes kept darting back to Azzi and the red-haired girl, who now had her hand on Azzi’s arm, laughing at something Azzi said.

Paige clenched her jaw, finishing up with the last few fans before making her way over to Azzi. “Hey, Azzi,” she called, trying to keep her tone light, though the undercurrent of jealousy was hard to miss. Azzi looked up, her face lighting up when she saw Paige. “Hey, Paige! Just meeting some awesome fans here.”

“Yeah, I see that,” Paige said, her eyes flicking to the red-haired girl, who was now looking at Paige with a curious expression. Azzi seemed oblivious to Paige’s growing irritation. “This is Emily. She’s been a fan for years. Can you believe she traveled all the way from California to see us play?”

“That’s dedication,” Paige said, trying to sound impressed but failing to keep the edge out of her voice.

Emily, seemingly unaware of the tension, beamed. “Yeah, I’ve been a huge fan of both of you for ages. You’re both such inspirations!”

Paige forced a smile. “Thanks, Emily. We really appreciate the support.”

Azzi glanced at Paige, a slight frown creasing her forehead. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine,” Paige said, a bit too quickly. “Just tired, I guess.”

Azzi nodded, though she didn’t look convinced. “Alright. We should probably get going anyway. It’s been a long day.”

Emily looked a little disappointed but nodded. “Of course. Thanks so much for taking the time to talk with me. You both are amazing.”

Azzi gave Emily a warm smile. “Thanks, Emily. Safe travels back to California!”

Paige managed a polite nod before turning and heading toward the locker room, Azzi quickly catching up to her. “Paige, wait up,” she called, grabbing Paige’s arm gently. “What’s going on?”

Paige shook her head, trying to pull away, but Azzi’s grip was firm. “Nothing. Just tired.”

Azzi stepped in front of her, forcing Paige to meet her gaze. “Don’t lie to me. What’s really going on?”

Paige sighed, looking away. “It’s just… you’re always so nice to everyone. Sometimes it feels like I have to compete for your attention.”

Azzi’s expression softened. “Paige, you don’t have to compete with anyone. You’re the one I care about. You know that, right?”

Paige shrugged, feeling a little foolish now. “I know. It’s just… seeing you with that girl, I guess I got a little jealous.”

Azzi smiled gently, cupping Paige’s cheek. “Hey, you have nothing to worry about. I’m yours, okay? No fan or anyone else can change that.”

Paige leaned into Azzi’s touch, her irritation melting away. “I’m sorry. I know I’m being silly.”

“You’re not silly,” Azzi said softly. “Just human.”

They finished their duties and headed back to their apartment. Once inside, Azzi gently pushed Paige against the wall, her eyes dark with intent. “I think I need to make it up to you,” she murmured, her voice low and seductive.

Paige’s breath hitched, her heart racing. “Yeah? How do you plan on doing that?”

Azzi’s lips brushed against Paige’s ear, sending shivers down her spine. “By showing you exactly how much you mean to me.”

Paige’s response was cut off by Azzi’s mouth capturing hers in a deep, hungry kiss. All the jealousy and frustration melted away, replaced by a burning desire. Azzi’s hands roamed over Paige’s body, pulling her closer, as if trying to erase any distance between them.

Paige moaned into the kiss, her hands tangling in Azzi’s hair, pulling her even closer. Azzi’s lips trailed down Paige’s neck, nibbling and sucking, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “Azzi,” Paige breathed, her voice trembling with need.

Azzi pulled back slightly, her eyes locking with Paige’s. “Bedroom,” she commanded softly.

They stumbled toward the bedroom, shedding clothes as they went, leaving a trail of discarded garments behind them. By the time they reached the bed, they were both down to their underwear, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Azzi pushed Paige onto the bed, crawling over her, their lips meeting in another searing kiss. Paige’s hands roamed over Azzi’s back, feeling the smooth, warm skin beneath her fingers. Azzi’s hand slipped under Paige’s bra, cupping her breast, her thumb brushing over the nipple, making Paige arch into her touch.

“Azzi,” Paige gasped, her body trembling with anticipation.

Azzi’s eyes were dark with desire. “I’ve got you,” she whispered, her fingers deftly unhooking Paige’s bra and tossing it aside.

She trailed kisses down Paige’s body, her lips and tongue teasing and tasting, driving Paige wild with need. When Azzi’s mouth closed over one of her nipples, Paige cried out, her back arching off the bed.

Azzi’s hand slid down Paige’s body, slipping under the waistband of her panties, finding her wet and ready. “God, Paige,” Azzi murmured against her skin. “You’re so beautiful.”

Paige could barely form a coherent response, her body on fire from Azzi’s touch. “Please,” she whimpered, needing more.

Azzi didn’t make her wait. She pulled Paige’s panties off, tossing them aside, and settled between her legs, her mouth finding Paige’s most sensitive spot. Paige cried out, her hands fisting in the sheets, as Azzi’s tongue worked its magic, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

When Paige finally came, it was with Azzi’s name on her lips, her body shaking with the force of her release. Azzi held her through it, her tongue and fingers coaxing every last bit of pleasure from her.

When it was over, Azzi crawled back up Paige’s body, capturing her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss. “Better?” she asked, her voice soft and tender.

Paige nodded, still breathless. “Much better.”

Azzi smiled, brushing a strand of hair from Paige’s face. “Good. Because I love you, Paige. And I’m never going to let you doubt that.”

Paige’s heart swelled at the words, and she pulled Azzi into a tight embrace. “I love you too. And I’m sorry for being jealous. I just… I can’t help it sometimes.”

Azzi kissed her gently. “It’s okay. As long as you know that you’re the only one for me.”

“I know,” Paige whispered, feeling a deep sense of contentment settle over her. “I know.”

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I just find it sooo interesting how Charles chooses to kiss Crystal after the most emotional day in Port Townsend so far. Let’s review:

1. Charles is clearly jealous of Monty and Edwin at the beginning of the episode: “You? Him? Spending a lot of time?” (Whether this is platonic or romantic jealousy, I’ll leave that up to you… though I definitely have thoughts.)

2. Edwin is really trying, for maybe the first time ever, to comfort Charles and get him to open up (because the Devlin case in the previous episode made him realize that Charles has major walls up). Edwin paying, even slightly, is definitely a new, potentially kinda scary thing for Charles.

3. Crystal is really concerned about Charles and not afraid to hide it, and it’s clearly irritating him. So much so that he nearly snaps at her — which he never does to her — and he stops himself, only to say, “As long as I’ve got my best mate and a case to solve, I’m good.” *pause* “I appreciate you. But leave it, yeah?” I just think it’s really significant that Charles didn’t say “as long as I’ve got you guys” or “my mates” or “you and my best mate.” Crystal was a hit of an afterthought, I think.

4. Charles tells Edwin off for not telling him about the Cat King, so much so that Edwin feels the need to say: “I don’t understand why you’re so angry.” Charles is clearly not in the best mood, not thrilled about the case they’re facing, and not thrilled about his “best mate” hiding things from him.

5. Charles nearly watches Crystal jump to her death, and it wasn’t even him who saved her. It was Niko. He looks the most devastated of all of them, and then gives her that big speech of how important it is for her to know that jumping isn’t worth it, because it’s not actually her mom, no matter what it feels like. And she basically tells him he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, because she knows her mom wants to see her.

6. Charles is so jealous, watching Monty flirt with Edwin as he’s stuck digging through a dumpster.

7. Let’s just be clear on one thing: Crystal was the first to “attack” the Night Nurse, even if she tried to do it psychically instead of physically, and no one bats an eye. But then, when Charles gets violent with her after she threatens to take Edwin back to hell and makes him relive all his trauma, all while basically teasing him, everyone FLIPS OUT about him attacking her. It’s honestly kind of unfair, and I’d lose it too if my friends looked at me like that.

8. Charles really loses it for the first time (maybe ever in front of Edwin). He feels like he can’t help Crystal with her problems, and he can’t get Edwin to be honest about what’s going on in his head, so he definitely can’t help him, and it’s heartbreaking. But the real kicker is that the only one who steps up to try to comfort him in that moment is Edwin, because the others are still stunned by his outburst. But Charles flinches away from his touch, because he can’t fathom how anyone could love him or want to be near him in that moment.

8. If that wasn’t enough, as they leave the lighthouse, Crystal is staring at him with major concern. For obvious reasons. But I relate to Charles in the way that that look would drive me CRAZY, and I think it’s so important that later, when offering an understanding ear, Edwin doesn’t let Charles see the scope of his concern for him. That’s why I think Charles responds more politely to his offer to talk to him if he ever needs it.

9. Slightly out of chronological order here, but before going into their respective rooms, Niko says, “I think I’m going to go do something where I don’t have to think now.” And Crystal says, “Yeah, I’m with you.” … and then she goes and makes out with Charles.

10. Idk, it just seems a bit self-destructive of Charles to go make out with a girl right after she says that, and to kiss her for the first time right after she says “I just want something that’s real.” After he spent the whole day being jealous about Edwin spending time with Monty, and keeping a meeting with the Cat King from him, and after Charles lost his mind (understandably). Like, this is not the time to make romantic decisions! This can only end with someone getting hurt.

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     His job was to protect her from harm. That’s what he was trained for. Told to never fall for a member of the royal family, just stand and speak when spoken too. She just had to be everything he wanted. 

     Y/n hated the rules her parents had set for her. Most of her day consisted of sitting in the castle with guards feet away. Never speaking to her unless it was yes or no. Except Jeongin. 

     She knew the royal guards weren’t meant to talk to her but she appreciated he didn’t listen to it. And she didn’t dare snitch. Not wanting to risk losing her hold on her sanity. Somehow she convinced her parents to make him her personal guard. Now she was never without him. 

     Maybe it hadn’t been the smartest idea if their late night balcony talks were anything to go by. Talking about everything they could and getting closer. Closer than they should for a princess and her royal guard. Jeongin knew it full well that her father might behead him but it still didn’t stop him. 

      Both kept the secret well from the rest of the castle. Only using the cover of night for their time. When the castle was asleep, safe for the night shift guards outside. 

     “In,” Y/n moaned as she gripped his hair under her sheets. The furthest they had ever gone was oral. And god was Jeongin good with his tongue. Her legs tightening around his head as he brought her to orgasm. Back arching off the mattress before crashing back down

     Jeongin cleaned her up before coming out from under the sheets. Kissing up her body till his lips were on hers. Y/n moaned and wrapped her arms around him. Jeongin pulled away and smiled at her

     “Need you,” Y/n mumbled 

     “You have me princess,” Jeongin told her. 

     “No. All of you.”

     Jeongin knew what she was asking for. But he knew one day she would marry off. He couldn’t have her then send her off to someone else “Princess…”

     “Please, Jeongin. Let’s just forget our roles. You’re all I want and ever will want.”

     “I can’t do it knowing one day you’ll be married to another…”

      “I refuse to marry anyone that’s not you. Once I take the throne, I’ll make sure the barrier that keeps us apart is gone. I just want you.”

     “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

     “I don’t want you to stop.”

     Jeongin crashed his lips onto hers again with much more fever. Y/n moaned as she felt him press against her. Hard again even after she made him cum in her mouth. Jeongin managed to line his tip up before slowly pushing into her. Y/n moaned into his mouth as he moved deeper into her. The feeling of him inside her being better that she thought it would be. 

     “In,” Y/n moaned

     “Quiet princess. Can’t get us caught.”

     “Feels so good.”

     “Does it? Feel good having me fill you up?”

     “Yes. Move Innie, please.”

     The guard smiled and slowly began thrusting in and out. Gradually his pace picked up. Both trying not to make too much sound to not wake up anyone in the castle or nearby 

      “I love you,” Y/n moaned as her legs tightened around his hips. Needing him as close as possible to her

      “I love you too,” Jeongin admitted, kissing her shoulder as she squeezed him. Pulling him deeper into her. He hid his moans in her neck. Kissing the skin as his hips met hers 

      Y/n grabbed onto the hair and covered her mouth to conceal her own moans. Knowing if they were caught she’d never live up to her promise. But she wanted him to know he was making her feel good. That he was the only person that could make her feel like this.

     She didn’t need much noise for that. Jeongin had found the right spot inside her. Hitting the spot consistently and making it harder for her to keep her voice down. Her second orgasm hit as Jeongin kissed her lips again. Swallowing the noise as he fucked her through the high, his hitting not long after. Burying himself inside her as he painted her walls white. 

      Her body slumped against the mattress as the both finished, catching their breaths before Jeongin pulled out, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to —“

     “Don’t be. I’d be happy to bear your child.”

     “Don’t put images in my head,” Jeongin shook his head and got out of her bed. Walking to her bathroom and grabbing a towel and cleaning both of them up. 

     “Stay with me?” Y/n asked 

     “Until you fall asleep. I can’t imagine what would be said if the maids found us in the morning.”

      “I can’t wait for the day we don’t have to hide,” Y/n sighed. 

     Jeongin cleaned had up and got her redressed. He laid down with her and let her lay against him. Lulling her to sleep then slipping out of her room carefully. He wasn’t far from her room— she said she wanted him close at night in case the worst happened. Though he looked forward to the day he could lay in her bed all night. 

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getting to know each other better

Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Liability Series!!!

synopsis: after a training session reader and ghost have a long conversation.

warnings: fluff, slight angst, ghost is down so bad, reader is a brat

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Ghost sat across from the young medic, the cafeteria nearly empty around them. The fluorescent lights cast Harsh shadows over his features, making his dark eyes even more intense. Despite the late hour, he found himself reluctant to part ways just yet. The training session had been long and grueling, leaving them both sweaty and exhausted.

He watched as she calmly sipped her water, her hair mussed and damp from the day's efforts. He wanted to say something, anything to extend their time together, but the words lodged in his throat, as they often did when he was around her.

“I’m exhausted” she admits, rubbing the back of her neck as she moves it side to side

Ghost's eyes watched her every movement intently, his gaze lingering on her fingers as they rubbed at her stiff muscles. He felt a pang of something - concern, perhaps - at the sight. Without thinking, he spoke, his voice gruff.

"Don't overdo it," he cautioned, gesturing towards her neck. "You'll strain something, lets call it for the week, give yourself a few days rest"

“I’m fine!” she responds quickly “just a little sore is all”

Ghost raised an eyebrow at her response, not convinced in the least. He could see the signs of fatigue in her face, the slight twitch in her shoulders, the way she rubbed relentlessly at her neck. 

"You're stubborn," he observed, not quite able to keep the hint of admiration from his voice. "You should take a break. Let yourself recover."

“I wanna improve, nows not the time to stop - not when I’m finally picking things up”

Ghost sighed, recognizing the determination in her eyes. It was the same look she wore in the training room, stubbornly pushing herself to do better. He knew that she was committed to improving, but he also knew that pushing herself too far would only lead to burnout or injury.

"You're improving, there's no denying that," he said, his tone more measured now. "But you can't just ignore your body. You're gonna wear yourself out if you're not careful."

“There’s nothing I can do to change your mind?” she asks 

He studied her for a long moment, his gaze intent behind his dark glasses. He appreciated her persistence, her drive to improve and achieve her goals. But he also knew the cost of overworking yourself, having pushed himself to his limits time and time again.

"No," he said finally, his voice firm. "There's nothing you can do to change my mind. You need to rest, at least for a few days. I'm not budging on this, no matter how hard you try to convince me."

“Fine” she smirks “I guess I’ll just have to ask Johnny to step in”

Simon’s jaw tightened at the mention of Soap's name. He bristled at the idea of her working out with Soap instead of him. He knew that Soap was a good soldier, but the thought of her training with him, getting that close to him...it made something burn in his chest.

"Soap's not gonna push you like I do," he muttered, his voice edged with a hint of possessiveness that he couldn't quite hide.

“I’m kidding Simon, you’re my training buddy nobody could ever replace you” she jokes

Ghost felt a pang in his chest at her words, the casual affection of calling him by his first name sending a jolt through him. He tried to hide his reaction, but a small, wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"You're damn right about that," he replied gruffly, his voice a little softer than usual. "Nobody else can handle you like I can, you're too much for the others."

“Too much?” she laughs “it’s called personality”

Ghost chuckled, a rare sound from him. "Personality, huh? Sure, that's what we'll call it."

He leaned back in his chair, studying her again. He liked this side of her, the teasing, playful side that came out when they were alone like this.

"I still say you're a pain in the ass though," he said with a smirk.

“Oh come on you love it” she jokes “someone has to keep you on your toes!”

Simon didn't respond right away, his eyes narrowing slightly behind his dark mask. He hated to admit it, but she was right. She did keep things interesting, challenging him in ways that no one else did, both physically and mentally.

"Maybe I do," he admitted quietly, the words slipping out before he could stop them. "Doesn't mean you're not still a pain in my ass sometimes though."

“I’ll accept that happily” she smiles, placing her head in her hands

Simon watched as she settled her head on her hands, her eyes drifting lazily towards the ceiling. He resisted the urge to reach out and brush a stray strand of hair out of her face. Instead, he took a gulp of his coffee, the liquid feeling far too hot in his throat.

"You look tired," he said, his gaze returning to hers. "You really should be in bed right now, instead of sitting here with me."

“I like hanging out with you Simon, plus I don’t think I could sleep if I tired”

Ghost's heart did a little flutter at her words, and he mentally cursed himself for being so affected by her.

"What do you mean, you don't think you could sleep?" he asked, furrowing his brow. "You're exhausted, you shouldn't have any trouble falling asleep."

“Hoenstly?” she pauses staring down at her hands “I’ve been having these dreams…” she pauses before shaking her head “it doesn’t matter I would much rather be here” 

Ghost felt a pang of concern at her words. Dreams? What kinds of dreams? 

"What do you mean, these dreams?" he pressed, his voice a little sharper. "Are they nightmares? Something bothering you in your sleep?"

“Didn’t realize this was a therapy session” she jokes, trying to ligthen the mood. She notices his refusal to drop the topic and sighs “yeah I guess you could call them nightmares. It’s not even a specific thing that’s happening - it’s more of a sense that something really bad is gonna happen”

Ghost continued to observe her, his eyes sharp as they roamed over her face. He could see the way her shoulders tightened ever so slightly, the tension in her voice. She was worried, no matter how hard she was trying to hide it.

"You get these dreams often?" he asked, keeping his own voice neutral. "Have you tried talking to anyone about them? Doc or something?"

“Not really my thing” she answers “they’ve gotten better since we started training” she says 

"Since we started training..."

Ghost echoed her words in his mind, mulling over the implications. Did that mean that him being around helped keep the nightmares at bay? The thought sent an unfamiliar feeling through him, part satisfaction, part something else he couldn't quite identify.

"So the dreams are worse when you're not training with me, is what you're saying," he said, his voice a little gruff.

“Don’t give yourself too much credit” she jokes “seriously though I do appreciate you dedicating so much of your free time to me”

Ghost snorted at her comment, his lips twitching slightly in a half-smile. She was stubborn as hell, always trying to downplay things. But he was starting to realize that this was just her way of deflecting from her own feelings.

"You're welcome, smartass," he replied, his voice a little softer than before. "You're a slow learner, takes a lot of work."

She laughs loudly “that’s not what you said when I disarmed you earlier!” 

"That was a fluke," he said "You just caught me off guard. Won't happen again."

“Come on why can’t you let me have just one win?” she asks crossing her arms 

Ghost leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with amused irritation. He found her playful banter endearing, and damn if it didn’t affect him more than it should.

"You get plenty of wins, you just don't appreciate them as much as your losses," he said, keeping his voice level. "You know damn well that I let you win this time, don't push it."

“Whats the fun in that?” she questions

Ghost rolled his eyes, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. She was relentless, always pushing his buttons.

"The fun is in keeping your ego in check, princess," he said with a smirk.

“Touche”

"Damn stubborn woman," he muttered under his breath, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Do you remember when you caught me training by myself after lights out and we fought about me going to bed?” she asks changing the subject 

Ghost couldn't help but huff out a laugh, the memory still fresh in his mind. He remembered how he'd come across her training alone in the wee hours of the morning, her body tense and sweating after a hard session.

"Yeah, I remember," he said, leaning back in his chair. "You were being stupid, pushing yourself too hard when you should've been resting. You weren’t even using the correct form, you would’ve hurt yourself"

“Okay thats besides the point” she says “its just funny to me because at that time I thought that you were the biggest dick, I hated you. Now you’re my favorite person on base”

Ghost's chest tightened a little at her words, his pulse quickening. Favorite person on base? That was not what he had expected to hear.

"Damn," he muttered, trying to keep his voice nonchalant. "A lot changes in a few months, huh? We used to be at each other's throats and now you're calling me your favorite person."

“Okay princess now it’s my turn to keep your ego in check” 

Ghost groaned, pretending to be annoyed by her jab. But he couldn’t find it within himself to be mad, she was clever and so witty. 

"Watch it," he warned a hint of laughter in his voice. "Keep that up and I might stop being your favorite person on base."

“I fear its too late for that Simon, you and I are besties now you can’t get rid of me” 

Ghost couldn't help but smile slightly at her words. Besties, huh? He never thought he'd hear himself referred to in that way. But honestly, he didn't hate it.

"Besties, huh?" he repeated, the word sounding strange coming from his mouth. "You sure about that?"

“Postivie” she says “and since we’re besties that means you have to tell me stuff about you that nobody else knows” 

Ghost's eyes narrowed at her request, his guard going up instantly. He was not used to opening up, especially about himself. But there was something in her tone, in the way she looked at him that made him want to give in.

"What kind of stuff?" he asked, his voice cautious.

“Anything” she says softly “I wanna know you”

Ghost felt a pang in his chest at her words, his heart skipping a beat at the vulnerability in her voice. He wasn't used to people expressing an interest in him as a person, rather than as a soldier. He took a deep breath, looking away from her and focusing on a spot on the wall. He wasn't good at this kind of thing.

"What do you want to know?" he asked gruffly, still avoiding her gaze.

“What type of music do you listen to? What’s your middle name? Is it true that you killed a guy with a belt? What is your star sign?” she rattles off several 

Ghost's eyes widen a little at the barrage of questions, his head spinning a bit at the sudden onslaught. He wasn't used to being interrogated like this. He considered each question, mulling over it internally.

"Alright, slow down," he said, holding up a hand. "One question at a time. First off, music. I don't listen to much, honestly.."

“You don’t listen to music?” she asks in shock “thats weird Simon”

Ghost shrugged, not used to feeling judged for his lack of musical taste. He was a man of simple pleasures.

"It's not like I hate music," he said, his gruff voice betraying a hint of defensiveness. "It's just not something I think about much. I'm a soldier, remember? Music isn't exactly a priority."

“You’re not just a solider, you’re a person too” she says “I like any kind of music, but I listen to Phoebe Bridgers and Ariana Grande mainly”

His breath stops when he processes her words. He had no idea how she was able to see right through him so easily. It was like she could understand him without any effort. She truly saw him as a person, not just a weapon. 

“Do you know who they are?” she asks 

“No” he responds, making her laugh loudly 

“I know the end and Waiting Room are my favorite Phoebe Bridgers songs” she comments “so tell me is it true that you killed a man with just a belt?” 

He stares at her and does not respond, she nods her head taking it as a sign and moves on. “What’s your middle name?”

Ghost felt a pang of something in his chest as she rattled off her favorite songs, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She was so damn vibrant, so full of life. It made his heart race in a way he wasn’t used to.

He took a deep breath, his finger running a along the rim of his cup. "My middle name? You really want to know?" His voice was gruff, his usual façade of nonchalance slipping for just a moment.

“I do”

Ghost looked at her for a moment, taking in her determined expression. Her eyes were fixed on him, her head tilted to the side as she waited for him to answer.

"It's Thomas," he said finally, his voice flat. He didn't offer any further explanation or comment, his expression guarded.

“Simon Thomas Riley” she smiles “I like it” 

Ghost felt a pang at the sound of his full name coming from her lips. She liked it. She liked his full name. He tried to ignore the wave of satisfaction he felt at her words, tried to maintain his usual gruff demeanor. 

"Yeah, well, it's just a name," he muttered, looking away from her and taking a gulp of his coffee.

“Its not just a name, its your name” she says softly “thank you for trusting me with that”

Ghost felt his breath catch in his chest at her words. Thank you for trusting me.Those words echoed in his head, making his heartbeat thump loudly in his ears. Nobody had ever thanked him for trusting them before. Not really. But hearing her say those words.. it made his heart flutter in a way that he wasn’t used to. 

"Yeah, well, don't get too excited," he said gruffly, trying to mask the effect she was having on him.

“Too late” she smirks 

Ghost huffed out a laugh despite himself, shaking his head slightly. This woman. She was really going to be the death of him. 

"And here I thought I was supposed to be keeping your ego in check," he said gruffly, his eyes glinting with amusement behind his glasses.

“You can’t stop it, you can only hope to contain it” she jokes

Ghost couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. She was quick as a whip, always ready with a witty comeback. 

"Contain it, huh?" he mused, his gaze roaming over her face. "I think that ship has sailed, sweetheart."

“so Simon I have one last question before I go back to my room”

Ghost looked up her, his eyes meeting hers once more. He couldn't help but feel curious about what she was going to ask.

"Last question, huh?" he repeated, his voice gruff. "Go on then, ask away."

“You know that if you ever wanna talk about the shit you see out there that I’m here, I may not fully understand what it’s like but I just want to make sure that you know you’ve got someone here who cares and wants to listen.” she says seriously “sometimes I feel like you feel you need to carry more weight on your shoulders than humanly possible and I don’t know I just worry about you” 

Ghost stared at her as she spoke, feeling a wave of emotion wash over him. Her words hit him hard, right in the chest. He wasn’t used to people caring about him like this, not in a genuine, heartfelt way. He wanted to brush her off, to tell her that he was fine, that he could handle the weight on his shoulders alone. But the words died on his lips, and instead he found himself saying the truth. 

He is silent for several seconds and she begins to panic. “I’m sorry If I’ve overstepped-”

"I.." he started, his voice gravelly. "I appreciate that. I really do."

She smiles “I’m glad I met you Simon” 

She stands up and throws her cup away before turning to look at him, “see you tomorrow”

Ghost watches her as she stands up, his eyes following her every movement. He feels a pang of something in his chest, a sense of sadness washing over him as he realizes that she's leaving. 

"Yeah," he says gruffly, his voice rough. "See ya tomorrow."

Ghost made his way back to his room, his mind reeling from the conversation he'd just had with her. As he shut the door behind him and leaned against it, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to push away the thoughts that were swirling through his head. There were so many things he wished he’d told her. He wanted to express how happy he was to have met her, how much she meant to him, but he could never find the words. 

But as he did, he heard her voice echoing in his mind, telling him to listen to music. Curiosity getting the better of him, Ghost grabbed his phone and opened up Spotify. He searched up her favorite artist,  Phoebe Bridgers. Ghost tapped on the song ‘I know the end’ and let the music wash over him. As the first notes of the song played, he felt a pang in his chest. The lyrics spoke to him in a way he wasn't used to, hitting him hard and leaving him reeling. He listened to the whole song, taking in every word, letting it sink into his bones. As the final notes faded, he couldn't help but close his eyes, feeling the weight of the song settling on him like a heavy blanket.

Ghost sat silently after the song finished, his mind replaying the lyrics over and over in his head. The words spoke to him in a way that nothing else had before.He didn't want to admit it, but the song had stirred something within him, something that he had tried so hard to keep buried deep down inside.He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, his gaze drifting to his phone, still open to her Spotify page.

Ghost listened to the second song, "Waiting Room," and found himself drawn in once again. The lyrics had a different feel to them, but he couldn't help but wonder if she had chosen this song for a reason.As he listened, he felt a pang in his chest once more. The words of the song spoke of a person waiting for someone, longing for them in a way that was both beautiful and heartbreaking. Ghost couldn't help but wonder if she had chosen it because it was exactly how she felt about him.

Ghost knew deep down that it was better for them to stay away from each other. For her sake, for his sake. Too much baggage, too many demons. They wouldn't be good for each other. But God, he wanted her. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. Despite his best efforts, Ghost couldn't stay away from her. Every time he saw her, every time she threw him one of those blinding smiles, it was like he was drawn to her. He tried to fight it, tried to keep his distance, but it was like an invisible force was pulling him towards her, making him crave her presence and her touch.

[skzdust]

Can I request a Han fic where the reader is an idol under JYP who also happens to be Chan's little sister?

I thought I wouldn't have much time to write recently but I LOVED this idea so I worked on it last night and today on my lunch break and I finished it!

This was such a fun one to work on, thanks for the request and I really hope you like it!

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Intimate

Summary: You went to your brother Chan's place crying, but you found his roommate Han Jisung instead.

Pairing: Han Jisung x fem!idol!reader

Word count: 1k

Taglist: @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345

Includes: fluff, hurt/comfort, pie as a comfort food, cuddles, sharing a bed (sfw)

Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!!!

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You knocked on the door and stepped back, shuffling your feet on the hallway carpet.

You’d been hoping it’d be your brother Chan who opened the door, but you weren’t so lucky. It was Han Jisung, who’d always been mostly nice but teasing to you. You didn’t need teasing right now.

“Y/n! Are you looking for Chan—oh, what’s wrong?” His voice was colored with worry as he saw the tear tracks on your face.

“Yeah.” You mumbled, pushing past him and walking into the living room to flop face-first on the couch.

“I think he’s in the studio right now.”

“It’s four in the morning.” You mumbled. “Why is he in the studio?”

“Dunno.” You heard one of the chairs in the room squeak slightly as Jisung sat down. “He does that sometimes, especially when he can’t sleep. He goes and works on music.”

“Mph.” You groaned. You could understand that, you did the same, writing songs for your group in the dead of night. You’d been hoping to wake Chan up, though, not miss him entirely.

“Is there… do you want to talk about it?” Jisung asked hesitantly, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

You considered for a moment, worried Jisung might make fun of you if you told him the truth.

If he does tease me, I can just leave and text Chan. You reassured yourself.

You tilt your head sideways so you’re not talking into the pillow. “I totally messed up in practice for this music video last night and I’m worried I’ll be dropped or something. We’re about to debut, and we have to be, like… perfect.”

Jisung hummed thoughtfully. “And that was last night? Your debut is set for… less than a month, right?”

“Three weeks and four days.”

“Been thinking about it?”

You sighed. “Yeah.”

“I get it. It’s terrifying.”

You looked up at him over your shoulder. “Not going to poke fun at me?”

Jisung tilted his head, confused. “No? You’re crying. You know, I only do that when I’m joking around. I never mean it genuinely.”

“It still hurts sometimes.” You sat up, hugging the pillow.

“I’m sorry.” Jisung cleared his throat. “I guess… I go too far sometimes.”

You nodded, new tears forming in your eyes. “I appreciate that.”

“Oh, did I say something wrong?” He leaned towards you.

You sniffed. “No, I’m just… emotional, I guess.”

“Here, I have a solution.” Jisung stood up and walked into the kitchen. You watched him go, curious. You heard the fridge open and close, and he walked back in with a plate of pie and a fork.

“Oh, that’s my favorite kind.” You smiled.

“Yeah. I remembered you mentioning it a little bit ago and I thought I’d give it a try.” Jisung shrugged, holding the plate out to you. “It was pretty good, but I got a lot, and I had some extra.”

You took the pie and took a bite. It was delicious, comforting, and exactly what you needed. “Thank you.” You said, your mouth full.

He laughed, and you were suddenly struck by how cute he was when he was genuinely happy.

Although I’ve always kind of found him attractive…

“I’m glad you’re liking it.” He sat back down and held out his hand. “Here, let me have a bite.”

You held out the plate. “Should you… new fork?”

“I don’t care.” He took it. “Do you?”

“No.” You said, your face heating up.

“You’re all red!” Jisung grinned. “You do care!”

“Whatever.” You mumbled, unable to hold back your smile.

He took a bite, then gave the plate to you. You broke off a piece of the pie with the fork, hesitated for a moment, then took the bite. You handed it back to him, and he had another bite, too.

It felt intimate.

When the pie was finished, Jisung set the plate down on the coffee table. “Did that help?”

“Yeah.” You leaned back. “Why are you still up, anyway?”

He pointed to the TV, where a show was paused. “I couldn’t sleep, either.”

“Is something up?”

He didn’t look at you. “No.”

“I told you mine.”

He sighed. “I guess I’m in a similar boat to you. I’m really struggling with some choreography, and I think Minho is annoyed with me at this point.”

“Yeah, I definitely understand that.” You nodded. “But if you want to get good at the choreo, you should probably get some sleep, you’re not gonna be able to dance tomorrow if you’re exhausted.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Says you.”

“I don’t want to go back to my place.” You said softly. “One of my roommates was mad at me about… tonight.”

“Sleep here, then.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” You shook your head. “I don’t like couches, I’ll be brave and go home and lay in bed or something.”

Jisung thought for a moment. “I have an idea, if you’re up for it.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Shoot.”

“We could both sleep in my bed. Maybe having someone else close would help.”

The part of you that had a crush on Jisung went wild.

“Sure, that sounds nice.” You smiled.

“Nice.” He stood up. “C’mon.”

You followed him down the hall and to his room, which you’d never been in before. It was a little messy, but you could tell he was organized. His bed was mussed up, like he’d been tossing and turning. Given what he’d told you, he probably had been.

He pulled back the covers and motioned for you to get in. “Get comfy.”

You did so, getting into the bed and pulling the comforter over yourself. You were suddenly exhausted, and you struggled to keep your eyes open. The bed dipped when Jisung got in.

You got an idea. “Jisung?”

“Hm?”

“Can we, um, cuddle? I’m just feeling a bit lonely, and I think it’d be nice, and I… I dunno, we don’t have to.” You rambled.

“‘Course we can.” Jisung opened his arms, and you scooted into them.

He was warm, and solid, and comforting, and safe.

Intimate.

You felt content for the first time since your disastrous practice as you cuddled into his chest.

“Chan might kill me.” He muttered, his embrace tightening a bit.

“No, he won’t.” You closed your eyes. “Chan’ll be fine.”

“Even if he did, it would be worth it.” He said with a soft laugh.

That was the last thing you heard before you fell into sleep.

[66sharkteeth]

I am SO sorry about that other anon good lord, who do they think they are??? You're a human being with feelings and emotions and hardships!! Or a shark I guess in your case, but my point still stands.

I, too, have been a long-time fan of your comic. CoB is my favorite webcomic and I've been loyally following and reading the updates since... end of s1?? It's been a while. BUT despite that, I know that you're still a person at the end of the day, and that sometimes you just need to get shit off your chest. It's far healthier to vent and get things off your chest than it is to bottle it up.

I haven't paid attention because I'm following like 500 different tumblrs, but may I suggest tagging your rants? That way, if people don't want to see it, they can just blacklist the tag, and you can keep getting things off your chest.

>>> Also just a reminder to everyone that YOU CURATE YOUR OWN ONLINE EXPERIENCES. The tag blocker and unfollow button is there for a reason. If you don't like what someone posts, either block the tag or just unfollow them. It's not that hard.

Sorry to that anon in that I didn’t mean to send any hate their way. I appreciate what you’re saying but I understand their point. I made this as a space for fans and I shouldn’t be using it for personal baggage. I’m just going to try to avoid using it like that from now on, so hopefully a tag won’t be necessary but I’ll make sure to do so if I do fall in that hole again. I hopefully just find a better outlet, but I just always appreciate being heard here, even if only by a few people. Even just a like on one of my posts tells me someone heard me and sometimes that’s just all I need. This was just kinda the only place I can get that since Twitter and IG would attract too much attention, and well, my private accounts… just feel like screaming into a void that just echos everything back and confirms everything I’m venting about. I’m gonna try to avoid venting here from now on and do my best to just keep it a positive fan space, but I appreciate all the support up til now whenever I’ve been having a bad night

[dallasgallant]

As I re-read the novel I find myself appreciative and disappointed. As it’s really damn close a lot of the time, some parts are word for word and there’s little details here and there but then it’ll loose these pretty important moments. The biggest for me being how cut down the drive in scene is. Not only because there are some funny quippy parts to it but also so much world building and character work.

The whole reason Marcia cracks her “you just burry him no sweat.” joke is because Greaser fighting is wildly complicated! It’s fascinating to how two bit explains it.

To a greaser violence becomes almost like another form of communication, blowing off steam, solving an argument- getting the anger out of the way now so there’s less grudge holding and more solidarity. They have self made rules and honor that holds them to their system of fairness. You back up your friends when they ask you but sometimes it’s their fight alone— Dally’s getting what’s coming to him for slashing those tires, they ain’t cheap and it’s a poor community. Tim will whip him and they’re back to buddies by the end of the night. Big fights, real fights - rumbles- are organized with rules and this weird sense of civility.

There’s this weird mix of “Boys will be boys” roughhouse with “got to be tough to survive” raised in violence survivalism.

Meanwhile,the Soc’s are a lot less warm with their approach to fighting its “cold and impersonal” like they handle all things. Though honestly I’d argue it’s a lot more personal— not fighting for communication but because one can or to exert power. They don’t fight fair, they hold those grudges and there’s no solidarity to that. Ponyboy describes them best as “a snarling pack”. Their violence is rooted in the same systems and misfortunes Greasers face - in that what perpetuates violence is a bit universal. The difference is a greaser will help a guy up and maybe get him an ice pack where as a Soc will just leave you in the street for the sake of appearance or dominance, it’s not enough that they beat you. Nothing is ever enough, like Cheryl mentions they can never be satisfied.

“It’s not the money it’s feeling— you don’t feel anything and we feel too violently.”

I’ll keep mentioning that quote until I’m blue in the face honestly, it goes right alongside “things are rough everywhere.” Differences stem especially from their reactions and behaviors in response to what’s rough. Some hardships are universal but don’t mishear me as a good portion of it is also class issues because the Reason a Soc might drink himself into oblivion is way different from why a Greaser might.

Beyond Two-bits explaination I’m sad we loose more of the talk between Cherry and Pony on emotions and money. How people are people and they’re all a lot more similar than one might think (despite the contrasting I’ve been doing in this post it’s very true). And talking about his brothers. In the movie it’s a little weird as he only brought up Soda once but she “feels like she knows him” and he brings up sunsets to her later in the movie and they never mentioned it here! Unless they’re trying to imply they had more of a convo on the short walk to the parking lot but I’m not buying that.

Ponyboy being resentful (not that he’s wrong for it) because how hard everyone he knows has it compared to Soc’s. How he has to learn though the novel that “things are rough all over” isn’t that everyone has the same troubles/level of trouble. As they’re certainly worse off; it’s about empathy and everyone being human. That some might be better off but that doesn’t mean they’re entirely without problems. That not everyone is out for a fight all the time.

It’s just a shame as this scene adds so much context to the world, social circles and the moral of the literal freaking novel. The compare/contrast with their lives is pretty important… I digress.