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uncle-cucky · 2 years

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OH QUESTION: in clip studio how do you make the tweening squash and stretch like that? I'm pretty new to the animation part of the program so forgive me if it's like, very obvious where it is but Ive never seen a way to squash/stretch a layer like how your animation does, I've only seen how to resize a layer

SURE I CAN DO MY BEST TO HELP!!!

Just know that I am very new to this as well and this something here PROBS has a better way of doing it, but IDK THAT WAY SO. Here's how I did it.

First off I have the big boy clip studio idk if the cheaper one works with this so just know that.

MY BADLY MADE TUTORIAL TIME!

(Will also link video tutorials at the bottom that I used to help me! So if you don't wanna read my ramble explanations just skip to that LOL-)

((Also things will be broken up into like- chapters? as I don't know how much you know and want to help cover some bases that I learned that you or others may not know! But Know I am still learning so feel free to try and do things your own way! :D))

STARTING BASICS

So to start off I use the Project:Animation option in clip for this, there are preset sizes for things, which i suggest using first trying things out. I didn't really mess with anything on the right side sense tbh starting off all you need is on the left, being canvas size and the amount of blank space you want.

If you don't know what blank space it's like... A little secret place you can scribble down notes for animation to keep in mind, and won't show up in the animation when you're done exporting it.

This is also useful to overflow the things you want to tween as they don't get chopped off awkwardly. See how I drew her skirt and ear going past it? That's why.

So I can move them freely without fear of it ending suddenly! This is something I learned was a good tactic to do for when I did my vtuber models as it is also a type of tweening!

TLDR: Everything in the box will be seen, and everything outside of the box wont!

and if you want to change any of the blank space to add more or less go to Edit>Canvas Properties... It should be near the bottom of the list!

Correcting speed!

Clip studio does NOT actually show you the correct speed of your animation by default! To make it go closer to the actual speed of your animation go to Animation>Playback Settings>Prefer Speed! As by default clip has it set to prefer quality, which is just it trying to keep it looking nice while playing but may skip some frames! So that is something to check!

You can add music to clip studio animations!

Select the frame you'd like to add music onto, go to File>Import>Audio. BUT- make sure the audio file is a WAV file not a MP3. While MP3s work they are more likely to become off sync, while WAV's stay on sync.

Clip doesn't keep transparent backgrounds with gifs idk why but it's cringe.

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PLACING YOUR TIMELINE

(I closed my brushes and some things to help be less distracting :D )

Personally I like to keep my timeline at the bottom of my screen as it allows the most space.

If for some reason your timeline isn't showing or you accidentally deleted it just go to Window>Timeline and it should appear! You can make it appear on non animation projects as well.

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ANIMATION FOLDERS

So if you used clip for animating there's a good chance, your timeline may have looked something like this.

Which, isn't bad. But it's not great. (I know because I did it like this until yesterday BUT GOOD NEWS, YOU NO LONGER NEED TO DO THIS STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN. (tbh it feels more like hell but w/e)

BECAUSE WE HAVE ANIMATION FOLDERS.

Now while this just sounds like a normal folder, it's very specific and will allow you do edit things with tweens! But it can also let you turn that stairway to heaven into a hallway!

Like say you want to do a simple jumping gif?

Put all of the separate layers into the animation folder! it'll show you only the first layer at first, don't worry that's normal.

Right Click next to the Layer 1, and select the layer name of the frame you'd like to add next! And continue until all your frames are down! And

*pretend this is a gif*

Congrats!!! You did it!!! You have a little animation!!!! You did it!!!

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TWEENING/KEYFRAMES

(Im going to be using the Sweet Pea waving as my example here!. And to note after i drew her body parts separately, I copied it, and merged the the limbs with the lineart to their colors to make the process easier.)

So. You know how I just showed you how to put things together in animation folders? We're not doing that anymore, Unless you want 2 things to move the exact same way.

Instead your going to put each moving part into it's own animation folder.

Have everything in? Good. Now what your gonna do is on the right where the layers are select them. Then you are going to press this button that looks like a zooming square.

This will allow you to add keyframes onto the layer. Note. You will not be able to draw on those layers with this on so if there is something you want to fix, you can turn it off the same way you turned it on.

There are 3 types of keyframes, yellow - hold, green - linear, and Blue - smooth. I only used blue here so that's all I'll be going over with. TLDR it does what it says, it keeps the animation from key 1 to 2 smooth.

And with keyframes this is where your going to be able to squish and move things freely and how you move things is you'll click this.

and from there I suggest moving your anchor point (the crosshair) to the base (say I'm trying to move her head so I would place the crosshair where her neck is as that's where it would be anchored to the body!)

And Im going to assume you know how to place keypoints. but if you don't click on the timeline and move the head to where you would want it to be at that time, and it will appear automatically!

And once you have those down NOW you can get to the squash and stretch!

These red and green lines will be pretty much how you handle everything! They're how you can edit your keypoints by changing position, scale ratio, ect!

if you want to focus on one thing you can click the XYV to remove that color of lines, or click the eyes to view only certain types of movements!

and youll really want to just play around with slightly tilting and moving the keyframes here to try and get the tween motion you want! It's a bit tricky So i suggest starting small!!!

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ENDING

and yeah thats pretty much it! (also tumblr wont allow me to post more image references so- hard for me to get into too much detail but hoped this helped!!! If something I said doesn't make sense or you need more detail on please ask! I'm always open to helping people out when I can!)

There are alot of resources out there to help you out and I'm happy you let me be one of them! :] Good luck!!!

AND AS PROMISED HERE ARE 2 VIDEOS I USED THAT HELPED ME OUT ALOT (and pretty much said everything I said here) but I'm a step by step learner so- this is how I explain things LOL-)

(x) - this video has some swearing but is very funny and useful!

(x) - light but straight forward!

#tutorial #uncle helps #clip studio #animation #im sorry im autistic so i write alot when i really couldve just given you the videos LOL

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wandsandwheezes · 3 years

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Brat | G.W

George Fabien Weasley is a Brat tamer. This is not up for debate.

WARNINGS // SMUT 18+, rough sex, oral, throat fucking, brat, cheating, consensual relationship, breeding kink, dirty talk, degradation kink, daddy kink, dom/sub, brat taming, Husband!George <3

A/N // I can only apologise to my vanilla beans on this one... its pure, raw filth.

The bass was pumping through your veins as you danced, swaying your hips to the beat against some poor man’s crotch, liquor glazed eyes locked only, however, on your boyfriend from across the dancefloor. He sat with his legs spread on a bar stool, his full body turned towards you as he observed your every movement. George wasn’t mad yet, you hadn’t quite pushed him far enough to get there but he could already feel his own possessiveness begin to creep up on him, while a part of him loved watching other men (and sometimes women) throw themselves at you, another part ached knowing full well he would always be the one to take you home.

Your hand was on the man’s chest as you leaned up to speak into his ear, shouting over the music. The way you pushed up onto your toes with that movement made your ass stick out perfectly, the skirt you were wearing riding up just enough to give your husband something to think about. You liked this game just as much as George did, having set out the clear rules of the relationship, way before you would have let things get this far; he didn’t stop you from kissing other girls at the clubs you went to, he couldn’t deny the way it made his cock twitch when he caught your lips locked with another girls. It would always drive him crazy, seeing you so needy but knowing that the true ache was only for him. You both drew the line at kissing other men however, unless you were searching for a particularly rough punishment, which tonight you were not; only wanting to play.

Your hands were threaded in a gorgeous brunette’s soft shoulder length hair as you pulled her in for a kiss. She smelled divine, like the strongest flower in a whole garden and in that moment you were shocked to feel her pull a more dominant rank in the kiss, her hands firmly cupping your cheek as her tongue explored the dip and curve of your own. It was an unusual experience to be dominated by a woman but it was something you enjoyed, her touch more feminine than George's, but still just as firm, making you weak at the knees. She pulled away, ears pressed against your ear as she spoke.

“Guy in green by the bar can’t take his eyes off you, wanna give him something to stare at?” Your breath hitched in your throat as her lips trailed along your jaw, watching from across the dancefloor as he twiddled with the wedding band, no expression on his face but his eyes were locked on you. You breathed out a ‘yes’ in response to her, her hands coming up to grope at your ass as she went back in for another kiss. Something bubbled up inside George, wanting to tear you away but he was far too pleased with the show. So it seems, a few other men in the club, ogling at the sight of two gorgeous girls causing a scene.

You loved the way other boys would stare, It drove George mad; making him all the more possessive and commanding. When you broke away from her lips again, you caught your husband’s eyes once more, watching as he lazily beckoned you to him with his middle and pointer fingers, his elbow resting against his knee.

“Mm sorry, I’ll be back.” you whined against her lips as she tried to pull you back in, focused now only on George. She gave you a wink as you slipped from her grip, the burning eyes of your lover drinking in the sight of you, making his heart beat out of his chest in sync with the bassline of the pulsing song playing.

“What was that all about, doll, hm?” his hand found your hip as you nestled between his thighs, your head resting innocently on his shoulder as you caught your breath, still winded by the intense kiss.

“You know I like it when other boys give me attention, daddy” your fingers raked delicately through his hair, knowing you’d pushed him to the right space, your eyes trailed away from him, causing you to tilt your chin up so that your eyes could lock, he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips. It was all too sweet for now and it seems he was easing you in gently.

“And other girls it seems, is my cock not good enough for you, princess?” You were fully aware that you were surrounded by other people, but the dirty looks the two of you got never seemed to deter either of you, knowing full well that you loved each other deeply, trusting of one another so much that you could do things like this. His hand reached into his pocket, pulling out your wedding band, slipping it back onto your finger. The sign he was ready to take you home, already riled up enough by what he’d seen.

“It really is such a shame you’re such a disobedient little brat, we could’ve had lots more fun tonight” His hand held yours as he pulled you through the crowds, slipping past the bodies till you reached a hall, making you stop in your tracks, crossing your arms.

“I don’t want to go.” you pouted at him, feet planted firmly to the ground in protest, you'd gotten this far and you were more than ready to push your luck. He instead stood there waiting, not even attempting to continue to entertain your charade, no matter how bratty you wanted to be. You stood with silence between you as the thump of the bass filled the air, elevating the tension.

“Ready to behave and be a good girl?” He spoke softly as she shoved his hands in his pockets, watching you shake your head as you stood your ground.

“No? Wrong answer” He mocked, while he quickly spun on his heel, heading towards the exit, leaving you to call after him, stopping dead in his tracks when when you yell his name at him. "Where are you going, George?"

“Where am I going? I’m leaving you here, daddy doesn’t take bratty girls home, since you want to stay so much.” His tone made you rethink your action, quickly falling to his heel as your arm wrapped around his, pressing yourself into his side to steady yourself as he guided you out of the club.

“That changed your tune quickly, still… you need a lesson in obedience, I think.” You walked along the bustling streets of London, finding a small secluded alley to hide away before you are apparated back to yours and George's shared home. He wasted no time, having you pinned against the wall as he kissed you hungrily, showing exactly who was the dominant one as his grip tightened on your jaw. You let him kiss you like a filthy whore, even let him pull away to observe how your lipstick smeared so perfectly with his rough kisses.

It wasn't long until he had you on your knees for him, hand wrapped around his shaft as you stroked him gently, but your teasing touches weren't enough for him, holding your jaw open with one hand as he slapped the tip of his cock against your begging tongue. His eyes burning into yours with every passing moment.

"Does my desperate little brat want her mouth fucked, hm?" You nodded eagerly as you began to take his length in past your lips, attempting to bob your head, but every time he pulled back, tutting at you. His fingers running through your hair to pull it out of your face into a makeshift ponytail as he used his other hand to tease your mouth in the same way he did your cunt when you desperately wanted him, pushing his head just past your lips before pulling back out and repeating it

"Open that throat up for me, doll, you ready?" you hummed a quick please off of your tongue before his cock was pushing into your mouth, hardly managing half of his length as the tip hit the back of your throat, causing the sound of a gag to echo through the room. His hand was on the back of your head, pushing your mouth to take him a little deeper before pulling out completely. Leaving you gasping for air as a trail of saliva connected his cock and your lips together, mouth open and ready again to take his length.

"Just like that, princess" He praised as you took him in once again, this time gagging as he held your head in place to push himself as deep as you could take down your throat once again, you were getting there, you just needed the training before he could really make use of your mouth. You were eager this time he pulled away, taking another gasp of air before spitting into your hand, pumping his cock before letting him slip inside your mouth once again. You let him push, let him sink his entire length in your mouth, feeling his cock slipping down your throat with every push.

"That's my girl, take it all in darling" The symphony of moans that fell from his mouth were hidden by the fact that he could hardly function. He slowly began bucking his hips as he fucked your mouth, the room filling with wet gagging sounds as you choked over him, saliva falling from your lips whenever he gave you a breather. His hand was smoothing down the hair at the back of your head gently while his hips set their relentless pace. You enjoyed this as much as he did, moaning over him as you looked up at him with begging eyes.

"You look so pretty with your mascara running down your cheeks, baby." he cooed as his thrusts grew rougher and slower, causing more tears to spill from your eyes, drawing his favourite gagging sound from your lips more and more often.

"Fuck, I love your Throat." He moved you to the bed, letting you lie down on your back before he was fucking your mouth again, at first his slow thrusts were to watch the way his cock made your throat bulge, hand coming down to press against it, the sensation made him twitch but he held himself strong as he fucked your throat until you were begging between every breather.

"Use your words, brat, what do you want?"

You were taking deep breaths as you tried to voice what you needed from him, reserved only to needy whines and moans for him, causing him to stuff his cock inside your mouth once more.

"Daddy doesn't understand whimpering, Princess, words only." He pulled from you again, this time you found the breaths within you to attempt to ask for what you wanted.

"Fuck me, Please." You begged, eyes desperately searching for his as you reached for him. Still you took deep shallow breaths as you watched him walk around you like a predator stalking its prey.

"You think bratty girls get their cunt fucked? You've been a very good girl tonight though, I may have to oblige." He didn't take much convincing before he was buried deep inside you hands gripped possessively to your hips as he set his pace, begs falling from your lips every time he hit your back wall.

"Want me to fill you with my cum, angel? Fuck a baby nice and good into your belly?" His delicious words ripped a moan from your throat as his hands brushed your hair out of your eyes, it didn't take long for you to be on edge, thumb rubbing across your clit as he fucked you. The way you squeezed around him as you came helped milk him of his cum, feeling it drip from your cunt as he pulled out.

"You've been such a good girl, let's get that makeup off your face, hm?" He reached into your bedside table drawer, grabbing the makeup wipes, using one to glide along your tear stained cheeks, part of him guilty to remove such a stunning mark left on your face. He took extra care in gently caressing your skin as you came down from your orgasm.

He ran you a bath, sitting outside of the tub as he helped clean the sticky sweat from your skin, massaging your scalp as he washed your hair and making sure that you were comfortable, relaxed and feeling safe. He had pushed you far this evening and it was only fair to check in and make sure you were happy and satisfied.

He carried your clean body to bed, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you. you snuggled into your fresh, clean sheets that your husband had prepared, waiting for his presence in bed patiently, immediately feeling safe the second he was next to you.

"Georgie, I was thinking… What if we stopped using the contraception spell?" His eyes went wide, pulling you into a cuddle as he hummed in satisfaction, fingers finding yours to tangle together. Bringing your hand up to press a kiss to your wedding band.

"I love you, If you're ready to be a parent, we can try for a baby, as many times as it needs, if you want a baba, we'll have one, Princess."

TAGLIST // @starlightweasley @slytherinsunrise @gcdric @theweasleysredhair @whiz-bangs78 @vogueweasley @minty-malfoy @vivianweasley @feetoffthetablee @thisismynerdyself @witch-and-a-half @loony-loopy-lupinn @rip-us @hopemalfoyweasley @pigwidgexn @pansydaisy

#George Weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley fic #george weasley smut #george weasley fluff #harry potter #harry potter fic #harry potter writing

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liveindaydreamswithhim · 3 years

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Dance Practice

A small blurb of Harry and his girlfriend practicing the choreography for TPWK.

Word Count: 2.3K

“You are starting the side steps too fast,” Y/N huffed again, wisps of baby hair clinging to her forehead due to sweat.

Harry huffed a breath of annoyance and turned off the track playing with the remote he held in his hand. His voice stopped ringing throughout the living room that was now surprisingly bare, since all the furniture was pulled to the side towards the wall in order to give them some space to practice the choreography.

“Maybe the song was going too slow,” he retorted and he grabbed his water bottle from the floor, drinking a few sips to quench his thirst after practicing the dance moves for the past hour. Harry’s dry throat felt immediately better, but the prickling he was experiencing subsided too fast, almost to the point where it hurt him and he blamed the coldness of the water. He quickly hid a cough knowing that it would definitely earn him a scold from Y/N, who always warned him about the dangers of sudden temperature change to the body.

Y/N rolled her eyes and walked over to him, taking the water bottle away because she knew that if he drank too much, his left side would hurt after practicing the routine a few more times and also, she would be able to hear the water from his stomach and that shit always made her laugh, thus making the dance practice impossible to continue.

She threw herself on the sofa pushed to the far-right side of the room and stretched her legs in front of her to get rid off any soreness caused by the amount of time she spent working them out. Y/N looked up at Harry whose breathing was finally stabilising. He was wearing black cotton sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt that he kept using to wipe of the sweat off his face like he was doing at that moment. The t-shirt lifted and a sliver of skin showed, revealing the fern tattoos on either side of his hips that were now glistering with sweat. Y/N bit her lip and averted her attention to his feet, which were clad in pink fuzzy socks that she swore belonged to her and she smiled fondly when she remembered Harry exclaiming that he needed them to make the side slides of the choreography cooler, even if that meant that he nearly slipped during the rest of the routine.

“What are you smiling about, eh?” Harry said, one side of his mouth lifting in a smirk.

Y/N raised her gaze, “Only how terrible of a dancer you are.”

“Hey,” he exclaimed looking hurt.

Y/N giggled knowing that it drew the wanted reaction out of him. She placed her chin in her hand and thought about the time a few weeks before when Harry asked her to be his partner in learning the choreography for his new video clip in order to help him practice. She remembered how he approached the subject by first announcing to her that he would release a video clip for Treat People With Kindness and he then turned shy and reluctantly confessed that the concept was going to be dancing. Y/N been very surprised when she heard him, not being able to picture him in sync with other people dancing. Harry then did something she did not expected and engulphed her hand into his big ones clad in rings and pulled it in his lap, thumb brushing over the inner part of her wrist. She knew that he only did that when she needed comfort, but then realised that this time perhaps he was comforting himself.

And that was when he asked her to learn the routine with him.

Y/N remembered that her mouth opened in shock and that she was left staring into his emerald green eyes that were looking back with a hopeful glance. She understood then that there was nervousness hidden behind them because he was going to do something outside his comfort zone, something completely unfamiliar and he needed her next to him for support. Really the decision was made for her the moment Harry deeply stared in her eyes, puffing his bottom lip out, a few curls falling in his face.

Y/N could never say no to him and that brings her in that particular situation weeks after he had asked her to. Not many weeks ago, during their first rehearsals, she remembers how giddy she felt for simply spending time with him. It had been a very long time since she had last seen him because of his tight schedule and now she was able to spend every day with him. The first few rehearsals had been a disaster since none of them could really focus on the dancing since they were so close to each other. During Harry’s solo part, Y/N would take a step back and just admire him. Although the admiration rarely lasted long before she waltzed in front of him, hands outstretched to wrap around his neck and legs lifting from the ground so that Harry could twirl her. More often than not she would take the chance of his shirt rising to kiss on his stomach, otherwise she would lift it herself to gain access to the warm skin underneath. Harry did try to distance himself from her playfulness by using his stern voice that he knew always nudged Y/N into submission, however, it was impossible to resist the girl that held his heart in the palm of her hand and also the stern voice caused a completely different and more dirty reaction than foreseen. Feeling warm at the thought of his then close proximity, Y/N gets up and approaches him, wrapping her arms around his waist and her legs around his thighs so that she is hanging from him.

Harry was surprised by her actions and let out a small yelp while almost loosing his balance, resulting in him taking a couple steps back to regain it. His hands quickly wrapped to the closest body part he could find, and he ended up holding her up by the neck. Harry’s eyes grew in size.

Y/N looked up with a challenging look on her face.

“And you really want me to trust you to lift me in a cartwheel when you can’t even pick me up normally,” she raised her eyebrow, her voice a little muffled from being pressed so tightly to his hard chest.

“That is unfair and you know it–” he replied furrowing his browns. His hands went to her waist picking Y/N up and placing her back on the floor safely, “I have very strong arms.”

Y/N’s attention landed on his biceps that were bulging out of the sleeves of his t-shirt. She hummed in agreement and ran her fingers over the tattoos scattered on his left arm. The skin was soft, but the muscle underneath it was hard now that Harry was flexing them and she enjoyed the way it brought goosebumps to the area. Realising that she got distracted, Y/N dropped her hand and averted her eyes although she still managed to catch the knowing smirk on her boyfriend’s face.

“Shall we continue, love?” Harry asked innocently and walked back to the centre of the room not waiting for a reply, Y/N following his lead.

Harry pressed the button and the music started again. Both of them practiced the steps they had learned following the music. When it was time for him to jump on the sofa, she was filled with worry because every time so far he managed to slip due to his footwear and at the second jump Harry flared his arms with a panicked look on his face and Y/N’s heart plunged to her stomach as she took a step to his aid before Harry sent her a wink to alert her that he was simply playing with her. She scowled and mimicked the routine perfectly but couldn’t stop her gaze from turning to Harry and admiring him.

The hair at the nape of his neck jumped with movement while the rest of the curls were tied up in an old lavender scrunchie. His expression was very focused as he stared intensely on the window opposite of him, pretending that it was a mirror since it was the only thing big enough in their apartment that created a reflection. The setting sun was coming through, lighting the whole room in a soft orange glow as the sun slowly disappeared behind the buildings. When she was dancing facing him, she noticed that the light hit Harry’s eyes just perfectly for them to appear as a very soft shade of green like the depth of a tropical ocean, while at the same time bringing out the gold specks near the centre of his pupil. His lips were a ruby pink, but they were not kept still. Instead, they were mouthing the count of the steps and Y/N smiled endeared.

“I hope you don’t do that in the music video,” she commented.

“What?” he asked as if someone had burst the bubble of concentration he had created.

“You are mouthing numbers.”

Harry frowned but continued dancing. However, he lost a couple steps because he was thinking of a response.

“I’m sure that they can pass for me saying the lyrics. No one will know,” was all he said.

Y/N smiled knowingly.

When it was time for the part of the routine where they were touching, her hand placed on his back, she felt all of the heat radiating off him and how his back muscles tensed when he moved. Y/N didn’t want to take her hands off him but had to follow the choreography. However, when it was time for the cartwheel, even if Harry was expecting her to follow through, she simply stayed in front of him, pinched his rosy cheeks and kissed the tip of his nose, before continuing with the rest of the song.

Harry rolled his eyes and pretended to be annoyed. He smiled smugly at her when he did his small, propelled lift with her and was very happy with how smoothly that try was going. It made him proud that he had finally learned the choreography without stepping on his partner’s feet or getting lost after a twirl. Lastly, with his hand still in Y/N’s, he took the last few steps and with the girl’s arm around his waist, he fell backward and giggled giddily because they finished the routine.

A big smile stretched across his face, even if he was breathing heavily. On the other hand, when Y/N let go of Harry, she fell on the floor panting, fatigue finally taking a toll on her. That made his smile even wider as he joined her on the marble floor of their living room, the coolness lowering his temperature down. Harry laid on his side, so that he could stare at his girlfriend, who had her eyes closed, face completely still apart from the puffs of air that exited her mouth as her body tried to regulate her heartbeat. His breath fanned across her face, cooling the heated skin of her cheeks and collarbones.

Her arm stretches out, blindly gripping the air, before finding Harry’s thigh, continuing up his stomach and then landing on his forearm, using it as an anchor to pull herself to the side so that she could face him. She placed her head on her hand so that it squished her cheek, making Harry laugh. He in return stuck his tongue out provocatively and raised his hand to her temple, placing a strand that escaped her ponytail behind her ear. Y/N closed her eyes again, the coolness of his rings offering her some relief.

“My thighs hurt and not in the nice way,” she sulked and opened her eyes when she heard Harry laugh, watching as his green eyes twinkled even though darkness was taking over the room.

“Poor thing,” he replied in mock sympathy.

Y/N decided to ignore him and scooted closer to him. His hand on her cheek slowly descended to her neck and she twisted her torso in order to give him better access. Harry’s fingers tapped the side of her throat where her pulse still beat faster than normal, but now Y/N was not so sure anymore that it had anything to do with the dancing. She bit her lip as she felt the heat from his body right next to her, this time welcoming the higher temperature.

Harry brought her face closer to his in a sweet kiss, placing his mouth between her bottom lip and tasting her strawberry balm. A hum was heard from the back of her throat and he knew he had her where he wanted to. To aid his cause he placed his hand on her hip and squeezed once and earning a sharp intake from her before rubbing soothing circles with his thumb.

“How about some relaxing time?” was what he said, but Y/N recognised something else hidden behind his tone.

“What are you suggesting?” she asked in a hushed tone, pupils blown as she looked at the gorgeous man in front of her. She became very aware of how thin the white t-shirt was and how she could actually see through to the ink staining his skin, and more so, she was aware of the look he was giving her.

“What do you say about some time spent between my thighs? I know how much you love it?” Harry’s tone was sultry and nonchalant, his deep voice ripping right through Y/N’s body.

She shivered and it didn’t go unnoticed by him. The pressure on her hip was heavy and the smell of his cologne was even heavier. All that Y/N could manage was a nod.

Like a mask dropping, Harry’s face shone, losing the seducing tone and he smiled wickedly while dropping every contact with the girl.

“Alright then, time to get up and practice some cartwheels,” he got up and clapped his hands.

In the back Y/N dropped her head on the floor and groaned.

#harry styles one shot #harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #treat people with kindness #fluff #i had fun writing this #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction

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yourneighborbakugou · 4 years

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To Love’s End, Part 1

A/N: I am a simp for medieval love stories. It took so many revisions but I’m so happy to share this first piece with you. Summary: When love isn’t enough to mold fate together. Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader Warning: angst Word Count: ~2.7k Playlist: Beautiful Japanese Piano Music

Quirkless AU! Feudal Japan AU!

Bakugou Katsuki, a fierce samurai, out to make a name for himself is joined in battle with his comrade of equal footing, Kirishima Eijirou. A fateful encounter of an enemy's supply camp while scouting for shelter in the treacherous mountain terrain changed the tide of their futures, and the war as a whole. Clashes of swords ensue at the enemy supply camp, each side giving their best to claim victory for their Kingdom and their King. With one final blow to enemy General Dabi, Bakugou stands victorious as the rain begins to settle and the sun starts to rise in the horizon. Bakugou’s chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. He wipes the blood dripping from his lips and stands using his sword. In the distance, Kirishima sits on the ground with one leg prompting him to lean on. He chuckles and grins at Bakugou.

Within minutes, friendly foes begin to fill the camp and soon after, the King himself. Rising through the ranks to be recognized as a great Samurai is no easy feat. After 3 long years for Bakugou and Kirishima, they stood tall and proud at the victory gained at the battle of Wakayama. Kneeling before King Sasaki Mirai, King Sasaki thanks the heroes for what they’ve done for the kingdom. A position in the King’s court as a daimyo (lord) was offered to the Samurai’s but they kindly declined. They were better fit to serve and protect the king with their swords than to hold a political position. King Sasaki nods in respect to the Samurai’s wishes but knows it’d be a loss for him to not have them on his side. A new offer to serve the King at his palace in Yuuei was countered. Serving the King and his court personally was an honor any Samurai can ask for. Bakugou and Kirishima bow to agree to the King’s offer.

On the day of their arrival, maid Y/N and other servants were ordered to prepare a feast to celebrate their welcoming. Bakugou didn’t like making a fuss about their new positions but the King insisted a large celebration was needed. This was something Bakugou would have to get used to while serving the King.

Bakugou and Kirishima make their way through the palace to the feast hall. Opening the doors, the smell of delicious food and overlapping chatter flood their senses. Kirishima is amazed at how large the hall is and gawks at all the beautiful court ladies. Finding their seat, Kirishima encourages Bakugou to loosen up with a few drinks of the King’s best brew. Bakugou downs the drinks and huffs in annoyance. He’d rather be in bed resting right now.

In the nearby kitchen, the palace maids have been gossiping nonstop all day about two Samurai’s making their appearance today. You grab the nearest teapot in the kitchen and gesture to the lead maid, Urakaka you were on your way to the hall. You smile and bow at your fellow maids when you exit the kitchen. Making a turn around the building, you stop to stare at the mirror hanging on the wall. You fix your beige kimono and give yourself an encouraging nod before heading in. The hall is much noisier than you expected. Mentally scouting the room, you search for the samurai’s you’ve heard so much about. In the distance, you spot an unfamiliar blonde hair and a red hair man sitting close to the King’s table. You tiptoe to get a better view as crowds of guests block the way.

“Refill please!” A court lady calls from the nearby table drawing your attention before you get a good look. You quickly make your rounds with the nearby guests and when it was the Samurai’s table next, you inhale a deep breath as you approach.

“Would you like some tea?” You bow to greet Bakugou. When your eyes meet his, he doesn’t respond. His gaze felt so intense and spellbinding. Heat quickly travels to your cheeks, unsure of what to do under his watch.

“Leave us, L/N.” court lady Ibara waves as she takes a seat next to Bakugou.

You bow as you move on to the next table. You exhale harshly, thankful Ibara had interrupted when she did. You begin to refill the guests cup and sneak a glance back at Bakugou and sure enough, those vermilion orbs were still glued to you. You bite your lower lip to hold in the butterflies.

When you entered the hall, there was a magnetic force that drew in Bakugou. Your kimono sits snug and though plain, complemented you well. Mesmerized, Bakugou leans on his arm, covering his lips as he licks them. His gaze follows you as you walks about the hall, paying no attention to Lady Ibara who was rambling on about who knows what.

Your encounters with Bakugou after this fateful day were more intoxicating than the last. Each so electrifying you swear it’s nothing you’ve ever experienced before. You don’t get many love interests and oftentimes when you find someone attractive, you know better than to initiate anything. You are after all, only a maid.

Something about Bakugou draws you in though. Like two magnets attracted to each other, your hearts thump loudly in sync whenever you’re in each other’s presence. Little things were exciting with Bakugou. Whenever you’re serving tea and your hands would accidentally graze one another, a shock, so intoxicating, would send your heart racing and make you crave for more. Vermillion and e/c orbs always searching for one another among the crowds, in passing, and any moment fate would give. Each glance he gives or the smiles he sends pulls you in more and more each time. You can’t get enough. You wonder if it’s the same for him.

Getting up in the mornings has also gotten easier since Bakugou arrived. Of all the morning duties you had, Bakugou was the reason you enjoyed laundry days the most. See, on laundry days, the likelihood of you finding a particular blonde hair man perched against a wall outside the washing room was very high. He would offer to help and insist he was ‘up early for training and didn’t mind’ whenever you asked. Truth was he liked helping you. Of course, he’d never admit this to you or that he countdown the days til laundry day.

Bakugou always displayed a tough exterior around the palace and wasn’t a man of many words. You knew now his ‘tough guy’ look was just a facade. Inside was a man who was loving and caring and boy were you falling more and more for him each day.

After a few months of adjusting at the palace, it didn’t take long however before court lady Camie took a liking to Bakugou. With the King’s approval, Camie would accompany Bakugou at all times. Having moments like before became more difficult.

You stare across the courtyard as Camie pulls Bakugou along with her.

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On the first of every month, Bakugou and Kirishima head to the nearby forest for strength training. The forest offered a different terrain that would be more useful in battle. Shortly after their departure from the palace, an intruder snuck through the front gates disguised as a merchant selling fruits.

Urakaka guides the merchant and their basket of goods to the kitchen. You watch Urakaka and the merchant enter as you cut veggies. The merchant places the basket at the end of the table as instructed and walks over to Urakaka to collect the money. You study the goods in his basket and sense something wasn’t right. There were several cloth pots under all the fruits. “What’s this?” you point to them.

The merchant immediately push Urakaka to the ground and runs towards the wood-burning stove and pulls a stick with fire still ignited on one end. Ibara enters the kitchen calling for you and you panic, realizing how dangerous the situation was. “My Lady!” You run to cover Ibara as the merchant throws the fire at the wooden basket before dashing out the kitchen.

BOOOOOM!

Bakugou and Kirishima return to the palace exhausted from their training. The commotion at the front gates catches their attention. The guards inform them an intruder had attacked the palace just moments ago. They both rush to King Sasaki’s corridor’s. After confirming King Sasaki was safe and the intruder had been detained, Bakugou was able to relax alittle. There were no casualties and the doctor was already tending to the court ladies to see if anyone was hurt. Two maids walk past Bakugou and place some fresh towels and a bowl of water at the nearby table.

“Did you hear? If it wasn’t for L/N, Lady Ibara would’ve had some horrible scars.”

“Yeah, I heard she got hurt bad.”

“I feel so sorry for L/N. The doctor refused to help her.”

Bakugou’s heart sank. He rushes out of the building ignoring Kirishima’s calls. In the courtyard, he takes a moment to catch his breath and to decide which direction he should go.

The night sky is clear and the air is calm despite everything that just happened. You stop to examine how bright the full moon was tonight. As a maid, your job wasn’t only to serve the King but his court as well. You were expected to lay your life down for them if necessary. Your job was to protect Lady Ibara in that moment and you did just that. As careful as you can be, you lowered yourself to sit against a tree. The cut on your cheek sting upon touch. You hiss at the contact before examining your hands. Dirty, bloody, and littered with minor cuts from the shards of pottery that flew your way. Your tears sting as they travel past the cuts on your cheeks. You sniff as you quietly clean your wounds.

Where would Y/N be at this moment? Bakugou ran through the courtyard asking folks along the way if they’ve seen you. He then recalled a morning he found you sitting in an unused keep at the far end of the palace, reading. He ran as fast as he could and when he reached the clearing, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

Bakugou’s brows crease and eyes soften when he sees you. Your kimono was burnt in parts of your skirt and apron. The closer he got, the more visible the wounds on your body were. Bakugou knew your status meant the doctor’s didn’t care enough to treat you.

“I looked everywhere for you, women.”

You're startled when Bakugou finds you. You turn to face away from him. He can’t see you like this.

Without saying a word, Bakugou takes a seat in front of you. He gently pulls the towel from your hands and motions you to face him. He examines your hands and carefully runs his thumbs over your palm. You bite your bottom lip to suppress the sting.

When Bakugou brings a hand to examine the cut on your cheek, you can’t help but feel safe in his presence. A whimper escapes your lips unknownling. The veil that held you together was falling apart to Bakugou’s touch.

“I’m proud of you.” Bakugou wipes away your tears and begins to clean your wounds.

No other words needed to be said that night.

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A few weeks later, Bakugou and the rest of the Samurai depart for their usual routine mission to the north. They mount their horses and position their weapons on their back. Bakugou moves his mempo (mask) above him and catches a glimpse of you in the distance. You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, smiling as you motion a farewell to him. The slightest dent creases Bakugou’s lips as he places his mask on. You watch them trot out the palace gates and when the gates close, you turn to leave but realize Camie was watching you. In a panic, you give an awkward smile before excusing yourself back to the kitchen.

The sun rises in the horizon as your alarm clock. You stretch before rising from bed to get dressed and to clean your wounds. Wrapping a clean cloth on your palms, you make haste to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Bakugou was to return this morning. You smile making breakfast in anticipation.

Urakaka ushers you to finish up plating the food in the hall. Putting the last plate down, you wipe the sweat on your forehead as you and Urakaka make way to the front gates. A few other servants follow. Standing in front of the gates the butterflies in your stomach wouldn’t stop fluttering. You try your best to hide your happiness and hope you’re doing a good job. Since the incident your relationship with Bakugou has changed. If he was holding back before, he no longer was now. You notice the way he’s more attentive to you, the way he was no longer scared to show he likes you. He’d smile at you across the table as you serve him tea, give you a smile from across the training grounds as walk by with the court ladies, and even helping you hang the sheets to dry on the lines.

Your smile continues to linger as the butterflies become more intense. Urakaka nudges you to look ahead and when you do, you notice in the distance figures approaching on horses. Your heart thumps at the sight. As the figures get closer and closer, your smile starts to fade.

“Get the doctor! Get the King!” A soldier screamed as he rode faster ahead of the others. You notice all the blood stains and your heart drops. You take a few steps to the right to see past the soldier and sure enough, you see Bakugou’s horse with the orange harness but it wasn’t Bakugou who was riding his horse. Your eyes widen. The worst fear plague your thoughts and you’re now running to towards the gate before you know it.

Blood, there’s so much blood. Bakugou and Kirishima were badly injured, Kirishima most of all. As the doctor tended to Kirishima, you were instructed to clean and prepare Bakugou. You make haste to Bakugou’s chambers after grabbing your supplies. When you open the door, he looks up from where he sits and when sees you, a rush of relief leaves his chest. Setting down the bowl of fresh water and towels on the table, you examine his wounds.

There were deep cuts around his torso, arms and shoulders. His face was bruised and blood was everywhere. You don’t say anything to him as you begin cleaning the blood off his face and arms. Your eyes blur as tears pool at the corner of your eyes and all you can do is sniffle. Red orbs study you with soft eyes, never looking away, nor questioning your silence.

The water bowl, now a dark red color, needed a refill. You set down the towel in hand and grab the bowl. You turn to walk away but don’t get far before you feel Bakugou’s head lean on your back.

“I thought I would never see you again.”

A tear escapes your eyes as you stiffen to the first words either of you have spoken to each other since you entered his room. Your feet, unable to react fast enough, lose it’s opportunity when you get cut off by the sound of the sliding door.

“I—” Camie rushes in with a doctor not far behind. Bakugou lifts his head and takes a moment to gather himself.

“Leave us.” Camie commands, taking the bowl from your hands.

Without another word or glance, you walk out the room. Each step heavier than the next as you leave behind the man you’d come to love. Every evening, since the King ordered mandatory bed rest for Bakugou, Cami paid a visit to Bakugou’s chambers to bring him food and rebandage his wounds.

You watched from afar each time, half wishing to know if he was okay and half wishing it was you taking care of Bakugou instead of Camie.

To be continued...

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The Sims 4: Sims Sessions Official Details and Web Page

The Sims team has announced Sims Sessions, a social media and in-game experience that will be free for players who own The Sims 4. Maxis has launched the Sims Sessions web page with details and information on the music artists featured in the event.

Sims Sessions (Key Features)

Light up your summer with the hottest tracks from your favorite artists. Experience Bebe Rexha, Glass Animals, and Joy Oladokun for the first time all over again—in Simlish! Catch the live event from June 29 at 10 a.m. PT to July 7 at 10 p.m. PT.

Shop the Festival – Buy artist-themed merchandise, run your own craft sales table, or snack like a rockstar at a food stand!

Camp Out – Festivals are fun but exhausting! Get some sleep in one of the tents—or Woohoo to the music.

Enjoy the Show – Gather around the stage to watch, dance, and cheer on the performances!

Perform on Stage – After the performances, go on stage and keep the tunes flowing. Jam on the piano and sing your heart out.

Sims Sessions (Featured Artists)

Bebe Rexha

Diamond-selling and two-time GRAMMY®-nominated New York City native Bebe Rexha is a musical force to be reckoned with. Her RIAA Platinum-certified debut album Expectations (released June 2018 on Warner Records) contained the Platinum single “I’m a Mess” and the global chart-topping smash “Meant to Be” (featuring Florida Georgia Line), now RIAA Certified Diamond. “Meant to Be” held the #1 spot on the Billboard Hot Country Songs chart for a record-setting 50 straight weeks, the longest reign ever by a female lead artist, and won Top Country Song at the 2019 Billboard Music Awards and Best Collaboration at the 2018 iHeart Radio Music Awards. It was subsequently nominated for Best Country Duo/Group Performance at the 61st annual GRAMMY Awards® in February 2019, where Bebe was also nominated for Best New Artist.

Early in her career, Bebe won the National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences’ Best Teen Songwriter Award, and then formally burst onto the scene when she wrote “The Monster,” a worldwide hit for Eminem and Rihanna that was certified 6x Platinum by the RIAA. Bebe went on to co-write and carry the instantly recognizable hook for the 3x Platinum “Hey Mama,” by David Guetta, which was nominated for a Billboard Music Award for Top Dance/Electronic Song. Bebe also hit #1 on the Billboard Pop and Rap charts with her 5x Platinum “Me, Myself & I” with G-Eazy. In 2017, Bebe released the critically acclaimed EPs, All Your Fault: Part 1 (with the Platinum single “I Got You”) and All Your Fault: Part 2 (with “Meant to Be”). In conjunction with GRAMMY® Week 2019, Bebe launched the GRAMMY® Music Education Coalition’s (GMEC) national campaign on behalf of its new All-Star Ambassador program. Better Mistakes, her new album, includes the hit singles “Baby, I’m Jealous” feat. Doja Cat and “Sacrifice.” To date, Bebe has amassed over four billion YouTube views and over 12 billion total global streams.

Glass Animals

Since 2010, Glass Animals have redefined alternative pop with their experimental sounds, cinematic visuals, and narrative lyrics. The Platinum-Certified UK quartet—Dave Bayley [lead vocals, guitar], Drew MacFarlane [guitar, keys, backing vocals], Ed Irwin-Singer [bass, keys, backing vocals], and Joe Seaward [drums, backing vocals]—first presented their signature style on their 2014 breakout debut, ZABA. It yielded the Platinum single “Gooey” and elevated the band into the global spotlight. 2016’s How To Be A Human Being notably garnered a nomination for the prestigious Mercury Prize. However, Glass Animals lifted off to a new stratosphere with Dreamland in 2020. It marked their first Top 10 debut on the Billboard Top 200, while their global smash hit “Heat Waves” has amassed millions of streams to date, went Platinum in numerous countries, gave the band their first #1 on the U.S. Alternative Radio Chart, Top 15 at Top 40 Radio, and hit Top 10 on Spotify’s US Chart. Skyrocketing to the forefront of popular culture, they garnered nominations in the categories of “Top Rock Song” and “Top Rock Album” at the 2021 Billboard Music Awards, delivered knockout performances on Billboard Music Awards, The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon, The Late Show with Stephen Colbert, The Late Late Show with James Corden, and Ellen, and lined up global headline dates for the 2021 Dreamland Tour everywhere from legendary amphitheaters such as Red Rocks to Bonnaroo, Life Is Beautiful, Outside Lands, and more. The band sold over 130,000 tickets in three days for their 2021-2022 North American tour, with the majority of the tickets selling out instantly. All the while maintaining their unique connection to their fans by creating their open sourced website where fans can create artwork based on the world of Dreamland, putting on a “Live In The Internet” concert that sold 25,000 tickets worldwide, and more. They created unique music videos during the 2020 pandemic by DIY-shooting solo in Dave Bayley’s apartment directed solely over Zoom (“Dreamland”), asking neighbors to shoot on their iPhones while Dave walked down the street (“Heat Waves”), and inviting fans to take 3D scans of their heads (“Tangerine”). Racking up billions of streams across their catalogue, they even made history as “the first UK band to capture #1 on Triple J’s Hottest 100 since 2009” with “Heat Waves” down under in Australia, leading to the longest run at #1 in 2021 on the ARIA Official Singles Chart. Ultimately, Glass Animals continue to redefine what alternative can be, while they quietly overtake the mainstream.

Joy Oladokun

With a guitar in hand, baseball cap over her eyes, and hooded sweatshirt loose, a woman sings with all of the poetry, pain, passion, and power her soul can muster. She is a new kind of American troubadour. She is Joy Oladokun. The Delaware-born, Arizona-raised, and Nashville-based Nigerian-American singer, songwriter, and producer projects unfiltered spirit over stark piano and delicate guitar. Her music and story galvanized a growing fan base as she completed a successful Kickstarter campaign to release her independent debut, Carry. Her song “No Turning Back” soundtracked a viral baby announcement by Ciara and Russell Wilson, opening up the floodgates. She landed a string of high-profile syncs, including NBC’s This Is Us, ABC’s Grey’s Anatomy, and Showtime’s The L Word: Generation Q. On the heels of in defense of my own happiness (the beginnings), she garnered unanimous critical praise. Billboard touted the album as one of the “Top 10 Best LGBTQ Albums of 2020,” while NPR included “i see america” among the “100 Best Songs of 2020.” Predicted as on the verge of a massive breakthrough, she emerged on various tastemaker lists, including Spotify’s RADAR Artists to Watch 2021, YouTube “Black Voices Class of 2021,” NPR’s 2021 “Artists To Watch,” and Amazon Music’s “Artist To Watch 2021.” Not to mention, Vogue crowned her #1 “LBTQ+ Musician To Listen To.” She kicked off the new year by making her television debut on NBC’s The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon with a stunning and stirring performance of “breathe again.”After attracting acclaim from Vogue, NPR, and American Songwriter, her words arrive at a time right when we need them the most.

#the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 #sims sessions

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bottledemotion · 3 years

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The cries of our tune, the melodies in our laughter (Part 1/3)

- Venti X Female Reader; Part 1/3 of the fic

- Reader looks like a Bard, but she’s more of the type of person who compose, sings, and plays instruments as a hobby.

- warning: Angst, implied/referenced child neglect

- 3.6k+ words; Rated T

- A/N: So uhm, hi. This acc is not dead, this fic just took me longer to finish than expected. Purely self indulgent, this idea has been stuck on my mind for far too long. So you might notice some inaccurate information regarding certain topics.

The first key that she drew across the strings to her fiddle vibrates to the empty room. Its note filled up the silence enclosed within her. She didn't drew another one as a follow up, instead, she let the note echoed for a moment, giving her a moment of time to take a deep breath, and finally, continue playing.

From silence, it got fully drowned to a song she played to her fiddle. She let her body move in accordance to the melodies her fiddle struck, like a water in the sea or the wind in the sky, free and in tune.

From her body movements and the soft music she's playing, everyone will truly expect she's the "Most Popular Bard of Mondstadt."

Because she is.

She's the perfect example and definition of a "genius" and "perfection". Their words, not hers for she is not the type to brag, only her parents. From the trophies and awards from every competition she sweeped victories are displayed on every wall available to her tiny room, her parents took every opportunity to brag about this to everyone they talked to. Milking their reactions and the worth of having a child who is a "genius bard" to a low class family, taking every opportunity to raise their families name social status up in the skies by making their very own daughter stand on the podium like a artifact on display on a high class auctions, taking all of their attention and money just to commission to her.

To her disbelief, no one judged her about being in a low class family. Yes she got foul looks and cruel words whispered behind her back, it's one of the perks when living in the city of freedom after all, but those mostly got shot down when others gave them a taste of their own medicines which is much more worse than hers.

She guesses this is one of the perks of being a famous bard in the city of freedom.

It's funny to watch their disgusted stares and harsh words sending her way, thinking that those will help them to become "perfect" like what everyone else says about her. It's also funny to hear "perfect" and "[Name]" to be in the same sentence too. To every eye looking at her, all they see is perfection. But if you ask [Name] herself, there's no perfect from the venomous lies she spit hidden behind on pretty words and tunes she plays.

If there's one thing right about the whispers they spout about her, it would be her song. Yes every song she makes and plays holds perfection.

But most of those lack life.

Like hers

A high, off key tune disturbed her raging thoughts, making her huffed under her breath and stopped her movements. She took a deep breath and tried again, this time with full concentration from gliding the drew from the fiddle and moving freely from it, in passion and grace from her movements. Both in sync, making her look like she's free.

But she's not. She is not a water in the sea nor the wind in the sky, for she is not truly free from the cage she got herself locked up to.

Like a bird in a cage, she continues to sing to appease the people around her. In reward, they compliment her with pretty words and gifts that might appease her.

Yet they always forgot the thick bar steels between them, separating her from everyone, which made everyone think that she's so high and mighty that she separates herself from her peers.

But it's not.

They're the reason as to why the bars exist. She used her music to act as a bar steel, she used the performance she played to thicken the bars. This is performance to appease the crowd, this is self defence from the faith she tangles herself into.

Lost in thought once again, she didn't notice the sudden change of melodies. From soft joy descended to solemn, timid and mysterious, matching up the mood from her mind.

One that her commissioner did not want to hear at their birthday party.

She stopped again. She groaned and stomped her feet to the floor, expecting to hear the loud creak she'll emit from the dark oak wooden floor, only to hear a soft crumple instead. Looking down from it, her (E/c) eyes found papers scattered to the floor, one managed to get under her shoe. She stared at the paper, her (E/c) eyes slowly narrowed as she saw the words written there.

It's one of her drafts from the commission she's trying to make right now.

She slowly knelt down and picked it up, seeing the words more clearly now as drag the paper closer to her (S/c) face. Her face slowly turned from neutral to scrunched up as soon as she saw the words written there. Half of the paper are words full of jumbled words, some got mixed and matched but mostly crossed out while the others have big circles in it. It's your typical draft song sheet.

The only worst part of it is that the choices of words she used are cringe worthy to look at.

She immediately wrapped her hand around the paper to make it form a crumpled paper ball and throw it on the other side of her small room, letting the sound of it bounce from the wall and roll to the wooden floor fill up the tense silence.

The song still lacks life and freedom like she wants.

It's not enough. It's not perfect nor beautiful no matter the flower words and compliments they throw at it.

It's not enough for her to bring back her passion and inspiration from playing her fiddle and write songs about freedom.

From her anger, she decided to play again. The melodies she poured this time came out harsh, loud, full of sharp tunes that resonated anguish and pain. She played not for her commissioners, but for herself this time. She let the suffocating melodies fill up the silence and loneliness she didn't want to be with. She didn't let her fingers stop from gliding to the strings despite the fatigue catching up to her, desperate to finish the song despite having no passion nor courage of making a piece of it. She let the melodies play, full of imperfections and mistakes.

Through this, she felt like she's free, yet no matter what, she cannot escape the path she chose.

It's her choice in the end after all.

A knock on her door made her struck a high pitch key, making that as her ending note to the music. She slowly placed her instrument on the bed next to her and walked straight to the door and opened it.

As soon as she opened the door, her (E/c) eyes met the familiar red ruby eye of one of the people she trusted yet still won't admit that to her face.

"Tsushima-san." [Name] greeted with a quiet voice.

Tsushima huffed "I told you to just call me by my first name."

[Name] rolled her eyes, still in denial to do that.

"Is there something you need? I'm in a middle of something here." She asked instead.

Tsushima pursued her lips "Well, you see...."

One of her eyebrows raised as she watched Tsushima become uncharacteristically quiet to her words. For as long as she remembers her, Tsushima never falters to her words, she's mostly blunt and straight to the point, which is one of the traits she likes about her.

So watching her shift her weight from her feet left and right while hiding her face through her bangs to avoid eye contact, this is a weird change that she can't help but be irritated from it.

"If you have nothing to say, I'm closing the door now-"

"Wait!" She called, making [Name] stop her movements which is closing the door right to her face.

[Name] turn her attention back to her, face still holds an annoyed look which makes Tsushima huffed.

"What a great way to pressure someone-"

"Goodbye-"

"I said wait! Jeez!"

[Name] watch Tsushima dug her black gloved hand to one of her pants pockets, it didn't take her long to pull out her hand there but holding a small folded paper this time.

One of her eyebrows rose when Tsushima brought the folded paper to her.

"It might be best for you to see this while I explain." She simply said and gave her the note.

[Name] eyes narrowed, both from her words and paper, yet still accepted the folded paper. She immediately starts to unfold the paper, slowly revealing itself as a torn up newspaper to a particular article. As soon as she finally finished uncovering it, her (E/c) eyes scan the articles written there.

Her narrowed eyes immediately widden.

"So I was reading the daily newspaper today like what I normally do when I encountered that article. I know you don't care about news and stuff, but I think you really need to know about this, most of all someone looks like they're using your- wait where are you going?!" Tsushima called out to [Name] when she now noticed her walking away from her during her mid explanation.

"To find that bastard!" Is her only explanation before disappearing out of sight, Tsushima followed behind while still calling out to her.

While Tsushima chased after [Name], she accidentally stepped on the paper she brought to her but didn't bother to take it with her, instead, she continued chasing after the girl who'll definitely cause problems on what she read.

Letting the crumpled paper with words written in bold of "A bard who proclaimed himself as the tree-time winner of the Most Popular Bard of Mondstadt until today has been spotted near Angel's Share! Will the current holder of the title who holds that crown for many years even before his proclamation to that title will have a fateful encounter here on Mondstadt? Read to find out more!" on the front page rot on the ground.

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[Name] wonder if these talent she holds is a blessing or a curse.

Yes it's fun composing music or just playing an instrument in general, but she never saw herself being emerge to this deeply that it got to the point it'll become her job.

Yes, it's fun to do those, but she sees this more of a hobby than a potential work material to earn Mora.

She get it, it's a wasted opportunity to not use this to gain Mora, most of all if your family is in a low-class position that society made just to have standards to live on and a reason for others, mostly the higher class, to have a reason as to why they have "privileges" but not on the others below them. It's mess up for someone to make a class position like they're animals on a food chain.

Oh wait, they're animals, in their own dark way.

They act as if Mora is everything. It's what makes your world complete and for the world to continue to spin around. Weird to hear it from someone who's poor right? But really, she didn't care for Mora one bit.

Because like what the mysterious handsome consultant once said on her journey from Liyue "If one must always consider Mora before acting, then in all things one is bound by Mora." She didn't want for her life to revolve to Mora, she rather be free to do what she wants rather than be bound to something that will only give you temporary happiness.

So she's content to what she have right now. As long as the person is content and happy, why ask for more?

Apparently, her parents never got that information seriously.

They see this as an opportunity, a chance to raise their life higher from the dirt until they finally get the taste of the title of "high-class". And to reach that, both must take this seriously, make careful step by step of process and not to rush.

But they also don't took that information seriously.

Instead, they hone their daughter's skill to the best of their abilities. Asking the people they trust who also have a similar talent like hers to train her, make her practice till morning from night, force her to perform on each tavern that exist on seven nation and more.

This continued as she got older. This continued as their relationship to their daughter starts to become distant. This continued until their sweet, shy but kind daughter became a cold, hostile, serious, bastard of a daughter. This continued as her passion and love from her hobby disappeared. This continued as she slowly see her hobby as more of a bothersome work rather than a peaceful relaxation work for her to escape reality.

This continued even as she became aware of something at such a young age.

Aware of how human's greed affect oneself and to the people around her. Aware how greed is a gluttony. Aware how greed all do is take, take, take and never give back.

Aware how greed made her parents like this.

She didn't want to become like her parents. She didn't want to take so much that it'll become an addiction, like a drug.

So she never says no to them. Instead of take, she give, give, give and never take.

Until there's nothing left for her anymore.

Maybe that's why she never felt free.

Because she gave away her freedom in the process.

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Opening the door of the tavern can sometimes cause quite a ruckus, most of all when someone open it fast and dramatic.

Which in this case, just happened right now.

His song got silence along the glide of his fingers from his lyre. One of his eyebrow raised of how that dramatic work made even the idle chatter that he can still hear during his performance got silenced. All attention slowly turned to the entrance of the tavern in which where the disturber of the peace stands.

Her face is stoic, is what he first noticed. She stood straight and proud, like she didn't just disturb a bard's performance which he might say is quite a rude thing to do if you ask him. He watched her (E/c) eyes turn left and right with one eyebrow raised and mouth formed into a cute frown. From the looks of it, she's looking for someone, and whoever they're, it's trouble they gonna get.

The silence didn't last. He can hear the rising yet silent whispers of the patrons, all held curiosity and irritation as to why she's here. He's one of those people. Curiosity danced around his mind and eyes for what happened that lead her here and what the cause of her anger which made her make a dramatic entrance on the tavern.

Their answers didn't took them long to be found when they saw her (E/c) eyes landed to his.

Her eyes widen as soon as their eyes met, but it soon narrowed down into a cold deadly glare that he can't help but shiver from.

Her eyes held so much anger that others can feel even they're far away from her.

If looks could kill, he's probably dead where he stands.

She pointed her finger at him.

"You!" She called for him in a sneer.

Ah, so he's in trouble.

He watched the (H/c) haired woman stomp her way to his, eyes only fixed to his with anger.

He silently gulped as soon as she's standing in front of him.

What did he do this time to get this much hate on someone? Did he do something last night when he's drunk? Surely the traveler with his fairy companion stops him early on if he's going to cause problems on purpose when drunk, being kicked out on Angel's Share is the last thing he wanted to happen now that the Dvalin case is over. He's unaware of what to do in this kind of scenario.

So you can't blame him if he approached this the way he usually does when danger is on his face.

Provoke the person to get more answers.

"Me?!" He dramatically exclaim and point at himself too.

She looked at him with a deadpan stare "No the chair you're sitting on- Of course its you, you idiot!" She hissed.

Venti fake gasp "Now, that is a rude thing to say-"

"Good to know it hurts you as it should be."

Venti pouted. Well, that's really plain rude now.

"Even if you ruined my performance?" He added.

She rolled her eyes "Like you haven't ruined my reputation here on Mondstadt after that stunt of yours." She sneered.

Okay, what did he really do that made her so angry at him.

"Stunt?" He asked with a tilt of his head to the side. "If I remember correctly, the stunt I did so far is getting drunk here."

That and also trying to steal the holy lyre.

"Of course your feigning ignorance." She said with a mocking laugh. "I forgot you're also a bard like me."

He raised an eyebrow. A bard like her?

"Did you have fun using the title 'Most Popular Bard of Mondstadt'?" She asked instead, making his aqua eyes widen from shock. "Does that ring any bells on your pathetic little mind? What? Can't hear it because you're too busy shouting that title like you truly own it for the world to hear?"

His lips straighten. Ah, that.

"Anyway I didn't come here to have a little chit chat party." I came here to tell you to know your place bard." She emphasized on the 'bard' to his face, really emphasizing him the position they are in. "I work hard to reach and wear that title only to hear that there's a wannabe using that title like it's something to be reality taken and played around like a doll. The world is not sunshine and rainbows for you to sing happy songs to make everyone remember your name. If you want to get known, work hard for it."

She turned around. "A word of advice from the true 'Popular Bard of Mondstadt'. Wake up. If you think you can have everything on a silver platter, that's where you're wrong. You'll get nowhere if you keep singing lullabies to yourself to remain asleep forever. That is all."

As soon as she said that, she started walking away from her.

The tavern remains deadly quiet after their talk, only the click of her boots getting fainter from each step are the only sound you can hear. Not even the whisper and the click of the glass that can be mostly heard are not present when its her deadly words its facing.

She radiates independence and perfectionism with a very cold demeanour. A perfect mask for someone to wear when they experienced the worst of the world that continues to pour down to her.

And he can't help but reach out for her to help.

"For a person who holds that title, you sure do not live up to it."

She immediately stopped walking. Her heels along a quick intake of a breath from someone, probably from shock of what they heard from him, are the only noise that escapes before a cold deadly silence consumes them again.

She slowly turned around to face him. Her face looks scarier than the last as soon as their eyes met again.

"Excuse me?" She asks, voice and face so void that others who're on the sidelines shivered from it.

Even he can feel the coldness of her words and stare. He wondered if she had a Cryo vision or something.

"I meant what I said." He nonchalantly said with a caress of his fingers from his lyre, creating a soft melody from his movements.

"For a person who bears the title of being the most popular here, you sure are not great at holding on to it when someone manages to get away from using that, me for example. I manage to use your title without problems. I even got a few Mora out of it." Of course he lied to the last part to get the rise out of her.

"Meaning, everyone also didn't know the true holder of that title because you didn't take care of it. Or maybe..."

He paused for a moment to tap a finger under his chin, for dramatic purpose.

"Everyone didn't see you as the holder of that title...."

The murmurs came back. He can hear their amusement for him and pity for the girl. Through those whispers, he noticed her hand had been formed into a fist.

He dryly swallowed. He can't help but think he's digging his own grave here.

"Fine then." She loudly hissed, cutting through the whispers of the crowd.

"If I have to show a great example for everyone just to get that thick skull of yours. Duel, you versus me with the crowds as our judge. Whoever composes a song and performs it here are the greatest will win. Winner will have that title."

She smirked. "I can't wait to beat that flat ass of yours."

He chuckled, either from her choice of words or her comment about his ass, no one will know.

"Let's see to it then!" Venti announced with a smile that matched hers along the fire determination that slowly started to lit from her dull eyes.

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It's pretty uncharacteristic of her to make that title remain as hers.

It's a selfish act, like she didn't want that to be taken away from her. Who wouldn't? It almost became a medal to her, a medal that shows all of her hard work that she has been through just to be where she is right now.

But doing that is being greedy. She's not greedy, she keeps reminding herself about that so she won't forget.

But she didn't notice the flaw about that.

She's also human.

And humans are very greedy species.

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Hope you like this! This was supposed to be 2 parts only but it starts to get really long so I have to cut it.

Also uploaded this just before new year. Happy New Year everyone! May this year be a good one to us! I'm glad I met and be with you last year. Let's be together again this year too!

(Also, idk if you noticed this or not, but I based [Name]'s, or you (lol), personality to Ennis from the play "Harugaoka Quartet" to the anime/game A3 (Act! Addict! Actors!). That show from the anime/game is what inspired me to make this lol.)

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #venti x reader #Venti x female reader #mywritings #genshin impact venti #genshin impact venti x reader

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charles-edwin · 4 years

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Venji has always been endgame: Benji’s attraction to Victor

the first thing I really need people to understand is that Benji is not watching the show, he’s not seeing things through Victor’s point of view, and for the most part of the season he has no idea Victor is struggling with his sexuality. from Benji’s point of view, Victor is straight and into Mia. that’s how I’m going to be analyzing his thoughts and actions (well, guessing mostly because he does lack screen time and insight moments. hopefully we’ll get more of him in season two!!)

btw I’m gonna break it down episode by episode because I’m insane (and I also feel strangely connected to Benji so don’t @ me)

Episode 1 - Welcome to Creekwood

as I’ve mentioned before, you can interpret Benji’s “nice shoes!” line as interest. but even if you’re not willing to do that, I still think it’s valid to consider that he might’ve felt some kind of immediate connection to Victor (if episodes 2 and 3 are any indication of that. and the Call Me Maybe lyrics).

Episode 2 - Stoplight Party

the “Benji attempts to teach Victor how to make a espresso” scene is very much about Victor’s attraction to Benji so I don’t wanna look too much into it. also Benji comes off as (at least for me!) a very attentive and loving person, so his dedication to teaching Victor felt very genuine. but still like...... he did get lost in Victor’s eyes for a moment before the milk spilled akdjksdjjs

then at the end of the episode Benji calls Victor late at night (he even apologizes for that) when he could’ve called Victor at any other time or could’ve just told him at school. and well, (I may be reaching here but headcanons are always good!!) I like to believe Benji couldn’t stop thinking about Victor, which is why he decided to call. for some unknown reason he already feels connected to Victor and wanted to hear his voice and—

let me stop here before I write a whole fanfic because that’s not the purpose of this post.

Episode 3 - Battle of the Bands

oh boy, I’m gonna try to unpack this episode, hopefully I’ll make some sense. I’m very sorry if I fail!

so, Victor and Benji have the Call Me Maybe (cutest) moment, in which Victor tells Benji that he’s going on a date with Mia the next day.

Now. I need you to remember that Victor explicitly told Benji that he and Mia wouldn’t go to the Battle of the Bands and that Benji had already performed when Victor got there and only performed again because his band won the battle (so I’m pretty sure Victor wasn’t supposed to hear the Call Me Maybe cover). therefore this wasn’t Benji confessing his feelings to Victor. if anything, I believe it was his way of dealing with the intense and ever-growing feelings that he has for Victor through his biggest passion (music), pretty much like making a reference to something that you know no one else will understand (since for everyone else it’s just a Carly Rae Jepsen bop).

but then Victor eventually shows up and hears Benji singing Call Me Maybe and for him it’s definitely not just a Carly Rae Jepsen bop anymore. it’s their song

after the performance, it looks like Benji is going to talk to him about it, maybe to try and make it seem like it’s no big deal (since he thinks Victor is into Mia, and he himself is in a long term relationship) but Derek appears and we’re all left heartbroken (Simon & his friends included).

what I’m trying to say is: they are two halves of the same idiot. while Victor is in denial of his sexuality and attraction to Benji, Benji is in denial of his growing feelings for Victor. we love this denial duo

Episode 4 - The Truth Hurts

not much to say about this one BUT. at the beginning of the episode you can see how Victor and Benji are working totally in sync, to the point where they barely need words like the freaking soulmates that they are. honestly, I’m done pretending they aren’t soulmates because this show just kept shoving that into our faces over and over and if you failed to see it then it’s not my problem (or maybe it is since I’m literally spending my time trying to explain exactly that. but I just care too much about these two and I want people to understand why).

then Derek calls and Benji picks up lovingly because he’s a loving person and a caring boyfriend and even though he might be struggling with his feelings for Victor, he’s not about to neglect his boyfriend (shame we can’t say the same thing about Derek) (no I will not stop throwing shade at him).

Episode 5 - Sweet Sixteen

I could try and say several things about this one but for real, BENJI DREW VICTOR AND GAVE HIM THE DRAWING AS A BIRTHDAY GIFT. like! this stupidly artistic boy!!!!!!!!! this stupidly caring boy!!!!!!!!! he could’ve bought Victor literally anything or not even bothered to think of a gift At All, but he took the time to DRAW VICTOR LIKE ONE OF HIS FRENCH BOYS!!!!! what am I supposed to do with this knowledge!!!!

now I’m imagining Benji observing Victor. the way the light hits his face, how his shoulders move, the shape of his hands....... all the while telling himself it’s just to draw Victor!!!!! but that’s still beautiful and frankly thirsty nonetheless.

p.s I was robbed of a scene like that.

Episode 6 - Creekwood Nights

not much to say about this one except the show blatantly telling us that Derek can be real shitty sometimes. also, I wanna talk about Venji’s dynamics throughout the show so bad but it deserves a post of its own so I’m gonna hold my tongue.

Episode 7 - What Happens In Willacoochee

(stays in Willacoochee or maybe it will haunt your gay ass all the way to New York).

oh boy, this is where shit starts going down for real.

so Victor kisses Benji. I’m not going to defend Victor because what he did was reckless and dumb and frankly disrespectful. but I need to say that it was going to happen sooner or later because when you repress something too hard and for too long, it’s bound to come back with full force and explode in your face. I really wish it was in a different circumstance, of course, but also life isn’t always made of perfect situations and shit happens. (and nope, that does not excuse Victor’s actions).

now think about Benji. he’s been struggling with his feelings for Victor, who as far as he knows is straight and in a relationship, and then suddenly Victor kisses him. my best guess (due to his reaction to Victor’s speech in episode 10) is that he thinks Victor isn’t being serious about it, that in no moment that kiss meant anything but curiosity and recklessness, when they both have people to lose (again, he doesn’t know that Victor struggles with his sexuality, much less that Victor has feelings for him).

so yeah, I believe Benji was upset, not only with Victor though, but with himself.

(I’ll come back to this in a second)

no Benji in episode 8 so.......

Episode 9 - Who The Hell Is B

Benji decides to leave the coffee shop. Victor tells him that the kiss wasn’t his fault and Benji says that being around Victor makes him feel guilty, now why is that?

firstly because he’s not a psychopath and the fact that he cheated on Derek makes him feel guilty. but I do believe that that’s not the only thing that makes him feel guilty. deep down he liked kissing Victor. he likes Victor, he’s been doing his best to keep that buried but Victor had to go and complicate things, so now the only way to avoid making a bigger mess is staying as far away as possible from each other. so he runs back to the safety of his relationship with Derek.

(listen, I know the show makes it seem like Benji is super angry and wants nothing to do with Victor but I don’t believe that’s the case. he’s upset and feeling guilty for liking someone else, denial does make you act very hostile sometimes).

Episode 10 - Spring Fling

Benji’s denial continues but (thankfully) it won’t last much longer.

he goes to the bathroom and tells Victor that he’s read his letter and that he does forgive him for kissing him but that that doesn’t change anything, that it’s best for them to stay away from each other.

that’s until he hears Victor’s speech to Derek (which was more to Benji than Derek so). that’s the moment he realizes that Victor actually likes him, that the kiss as cursed as it was had meant something, that they both feel exactly the same thing. that’s what gives him courage to finally accept that he can’t be with Derek anymore because his heart belongs to someone else. (has belonged to Victor from the moment they met) akdjskdjsj someone please tell me to shut up

which leads us to the bench kiss(es) scene. now, these boys are a whole mess because Victor was still technically dating Mia (he did try to come out to her before, couldn’t do it so he decided to come out after the Spring Fling) (good intention, poor execution).

But I also believe this was just lazy writing and they wanted to have a scene where Mia catches Victor and Benji together. it could’ve been done better, they could’ve been just touching foreheads or something but they wanted the full drama so the kiss(es) happened. I’m taking 50 points away from the writers for this. (also does not excuse Victor or Benji since they literally met halfway. these idiots are so in love wtf!)

(I still love them though, and hope they do better in the future, for themselves and for each other).

anyway, I think that’s it! if you read up until this point: thank you so much!!!! I tried my best to understand and explain Benji since the show said fuck Benji stans. hope this helps!

— love, MJ

#lost all my brain cells writing this #love victor #venji #victor x benji #victor salazar #benji campbell #mj talks

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salvejoon · 4 years

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Soft & Shy - jjk | M

⇒ Summary: You and Jungkook take the next step in your relationship but there’s something he hasn’t told you yet.

⇒ Pairing: Jungkook x female reader

⇒ Genre: Fluff and smut.

⇒ Rating: 18+

⇒ Word count: 5.7k

⇒ Warnings: oral (male receiving) dry humping, grinding, unprotected sex (wrap it up my dudes), soft sex, undertones of dom!reader and sub!Gookie, it’s just a soft mess, Gookie is a good boy for his Noona, slight Noona kink.

⇒ A/N: Hello you beautiful bastards! I am back with another ramble jamble and I hope you guys like it! Unedited for now.

Tagging: @sugarly-laysa @pars-ley @ditttiii

Nervous hands grasped your hips and you smiled. Hot breath fanned past your ear and goosebumps spread on your skin. A soft chuckle rumbled against your back and you put your hands above the ones on your hips, interlacing your fingers. Your hips swayed to the beat of the music and the person behind you followed effortlessly, keeping your bodies close and in-sync to the rhythm.

Then one of the hands moved to your ass and gently groped.

You grinned and released your hands, turning around to face the person you were currently dancing with. Big doe eyes stared back at you and they widened when you put your arms around his neck, his cheeks getting flushed at the new closeness and while you smiled up at him, he seemed to have trouble finding a new spot to place his hands.

Oh, how sweet and shy Jeon Jungkook was.

Right from the moment you had met him, he had been shy and mildly awkward. Which had made your teaching sessions a little bit stiff in the beginning. The Idol had reached out to you through your mutual friend, Namjoon, for English lessons. You had been shocked and had stared at the email for about 20 minutes before calling Namjoon. It wasn’t like Jungkook didn’t know English and was adequate but he had insisted that he wanted to get better.

Enter you, an English Professor at Seoul National University.

It was quite simple really: all you had to do was have a weekly tutoring session of 2 hours but because of his busy schedule, it had to be over video calls.

The first video conference had been so awkward and filled with long pauses of silence and it was just so cringe. It was clear to you that he was really shy about speaking English and he was shy talking to you.

Namjoon had warned you that the poor boy interacted with women in a funny way but you just had to get him to warm up to you.

So, you always began the sessions with greeting him in Korean and have him talk about his day in his native language before moving onto teaching. You still didn’t understand why Jungkook felt like he needed a tutor because his English was fine. It wasn’t perfect and could get better but it was enough.

One day you asked him why he had sought you out and he told you it was because he felt bad that Namjoon was always the one who did most of the talking when they were abroad. He wanted to help his friend by easing that burden. He wanted to be able to interact more with their international fans without fearing making a spelling error or having to use a translator.

That’s when you got the feeling that below that shy and awkward exterior was a sweet and caring soul.

“Hey handsome.” You said, feeling him stiffen when you kissed his jaw, “I was wondering when you’d join me. I’ve been feeling lonely out here all by myself.”

Jungkook’s hands finally found a spot to be, your midsection and you wondered why he hadn’t placed them on your hips as earlier, “H-hey.” He stammered and you leaned back a little and smiled up at him. He looked so flustered, even in the dim lighting of the club and his eyes were everywhere except on you.

“You can grab my hips, y’know.” You drawled and grabbed his wrist, moving his hands down to your denim clad hips.

He swallowed thickly.

As the lessons continued, Jungkook had slowly opened up to you. You found out that he liked to workout, which really came as no surprise because he was quite muscular. He liked video editing, drawing and he even showed you a couple of doodles, he liked reading comics and he was a big fan of Iron Man.

He was also a walking, talking meme but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that.

But what really had brought the two of you closer were your shared love for gaming. Oh boy, when Jungkook had found out that you played video games, all teaching had went out the window and it became an interrogation of what games you played.

He hadn’t looked happy when you told him you didn’t play PUBG and gave him the reason that you didn’t want to listen to 14 year olds screaming into your ear that they fucked your mum.

You remember how flustered he had gotten when you had thrown the f-bomb so casually. So sweet and innocent.

“I… Uhm… Missed you.” Jungkook told you with a shy smile. You hummed in response and the music changed to a slower but heavier beat, “And you looked so…” He trailed off and you noticed how his eyes ventured lower.

“So what?” You drawled.

“Hot.”

You bit your lip, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach. You had chosen well when you had dressed up for tonight, “Thank you. You look quite hot yourself.”

And he was fucking hot in those ripped black jeans that just tightly covered his muscular thighs and his ass and with that stupidly gray t-shirt that just hugged his upper body like a hand-fitted and tailor made shirt.

But the leather boots topped the whole look off. You wanted said boots to step on you.

Perhaps it was the change in music, the alcohol in your systems or the way you both looked at each other with hunger but something changed in the way you danced. Swaying turned into him grabbing your hips tightly, bringing you flush against his pelvis and you fought back a moan when he guided your hips to grind against him.

Sweet and innocent Jungkook was currently nowhere to be seen.

Jungkook began calling you up outside of your weekly sessions so the two of you could play games together. You often ended up playing something he wanted which was usually Overwatch. That was when you had discovered that he had a competitive streak and that he was a sore loser.

God, how you had whooped his sucky ass Symmetra main with your Ashe. Get gud, son, or get wrecked.

You had no idea the man could curse like that, considering when you so much as said the word ‘fuck’, he would get all flustered.

After a few gaming sessions, you had finally gotten to chose the game the two of you would play and seeing as you loved shooters and horror, why not a zombie game?

Oh boy, you still regretted that. Never in your life had you heard a man scream so loud.

Jungkook was apparently also a scaredy cat.

You felt him nose at your ear, his unsteady breathing making you shiver. It was getting hot, too hot but you didn’t dare move away from him. He was almost vibrating and you wondered if you would have bruises left from how tight he was grabbing your hips. Then he placed a thigh between your legs and you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped you this time. Your arms tightened around his neck, drawing him ever closer and he captured your lips with a whine.

Namjoon had told you that Jungkook had really improved over the course of your tutoring. It made you happy to hear but also sad because the tutoring was over. Jungkook had sneakily wormed his way into your heart and you would be straight out lying if you said you hadn’t developed a crush on him.

There was just the problem that he would never feel the same. Not when he had millions of other women, some much more fitting than you, begging him, seeking his attention.

It had also taken a lot of you to admit your feelings for him because he was an Idol and was therefore, unattainable, then there was the fact that he was younger than you and not only by 1 or two years but 5 years and your experience with younger men was, mildly put, not great.

He was at the peak of his career while you… You had other thoughts for your future than he had for his.

The last video call the two of you had, had been an uneasy one. You hadn’t tutored much and had simply listened to Jungkook talking about the last concert they’d had in the States. He was so happy and he glowed and it made your heart do all sorts of jumps in your chest.

Jungkook was also very perceptive and he had surprised you when he had asked why you were sad.

You decided to be honest and told him that you were saddened that the two of you would part ways. He told you that the two of you would not part ways but now he was free to treat you as a friend and not a teacher.

That had stung a bit.

He surprised you again by asking you out for dinner to thank you properly for helping him… And to finally meet up in person.

You happily agreed.

Your hands grabbed the hair at his nape and Jungkook groaned into the kiss, giving you the chance to snake your tongue into his mouth and he met it timidly with his own. His hands clenched and unclenched while you made out on the dance floor, bodies still grinding against each other. A familiar heat spread in your abdomen and it slowly clouded your mind.

“Noona…” He breathed as you drew back and looked into his eyes: they were blown out, almost black.

“Don’t call me that.” You sighed and licked your lips, “It does weird things to me.”

The dinner was at a small but slightly more expensive restaurant, close to their dorm. It offered him and you a bit of safety and privacy. When you had seen the place, how luxurious it was, you knew there was no way in hell your card would go through once you had to pay.

Jungkook showed up looking handsome as ever in a pair of ripped jeans, a white t-shirt with a black cardigan and black sneakers.

He looked like such a boyfriend. Except yours.

You felt underdressed in your retail skirt and frailed blouse. Jungkook didn’t agree and told you that you looked pretty. It was the first time he had called you anything of the sort and he had done so with blushing cheeks.

The attraction you had felt for him grow over the past few months of tutoring him only increased ten fold during that dinner. To sit across from him, seeing his doe eyes in real life and not through a screen, to be able to hear his laugh clear as day and to be able to touch him. It was a dream come true.

He had thanked you so many times for being his tutor and you had waved him off, telling him that it was nothing but to him it was a lot. He was so sweet and such a gentleman that evening and the two of you had left the restaurant in good moods.

Until he grabbed your hand and tugged you along for a stroll underneath the darkening sky of Seoul.

He didn’t let go of your hand, even when you reached your car. Shyly, he had shifted on his feet, kicking the asphalt beneath them, rubbing his neck with his free hand and you waited for him to say something.

Y/N… Noona, I like you. I have for a while.

Needless to say, those weren’t words you had expected to hear but you had tugged him closer to you and leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek.

I like you too, Jungkook. Coffee next week?

That was the beginning of you dating Jeon Jungkook.

Now, two months into your dating, you wondered if the two of you would ever leave that stage of dating and actually become a couple officially. But you had promised him and yourself to take it slow because of his lifestyle and because you didn’t want to rush into another relationship that would only end up breaking your heart.

Yet after a month of dating you could already say you had fallen in-love with him.

Your lips grazed his and when he bent down to try and capture them, you leaned back with a small smile, “It’s getting late.”

Jungkook blinked a few times, as if trying to clear his mind, “B-but…”

“No buts, baby.” You grabbed his hand and led him away from the dance floor, towards the exit. Behind you, Jungkook was pouting but he followed you obediently. The haze he’d been in while dancing with you was slowly lifting, allowing him to think somewhat clear thoughts. He didn’t want to go home to the dorm. He didn’t want to part from you already. He didn’t think he would survive another date night ending up with the two of you parting ways.

He wanted you so much, it ached. He ached to touch you in ways he had never touched anyone before but there was just one problem… Well, two really. He was so damn shy and had a hard time voicing his desire.

And he had never had sex.

A fact you didn’t know.

Jungkook was so deep in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed you hailing a cab and were standing in front of him, it wasn’t until you waved a hand in front of his eyes that he noticed what was happening.

“You okay?” You asked with a tilt of your head. You still held his hand tightly in yours, your thumb caressing it slowly.

He realized that he had to push past his insecurities if he wanted to take things further with you. He bent down and captured your lips, the sudden kiss making you gasp and he pulled you to him, his free hand grabbing your nape.

“Jungkook - mhm - the cab…”

“I don’t want to go home.” He said, surprised at how steady his voice was, “I don’t want to leave you.”

“What are you saying?” You asked, looking up at him.

“I want to go home… With you.”

You were at a loss for words. Sure, you had wanted to hear him say those words for months but now that you’ve heard them, you were unsure of how to proceed because if he came home with you tonight, there was no way that you could keep your hands to yourself.

You would have a hard time with it, anyhow.

“Baby, are you sure?”

“I am.” He nodded curtly before flashing you a tiny smile, “Noona.” His smile widened at how your pupils expanded at the word.

“And you aren’t drunk?”

“I’ve had two beers, Y/N.”

“I just want to make sure you aren’t making a decision that you’re going to regret, Gookie.”

Jungkook pecked your lips and stepped onto the asphalt, opening the sidedoor of the cab, “Ladies first.” He helped you inside the cab and entered it himself. You told the driver your address and he drove off.

The nervousness returned tenfold in the cab and Jungkook was shifting in the seat, biting his lower lip nervously as he stole glances at you. You looked so calm as you looked out the window, the street lights illuminating your face as you drove pass them. He swallowed to ease the sudden dryness in his throat.

“Are you nervous?” You asked with a side glance.

“A-A little.”

You reached out with your hand and you grabbed his larger one, noticing how sweaty his palm was, “I can tell. We can make him drop you off at the dorm if-”

“No. I want you, Y/N.”

It was now your turn to blush. Such bold words coming from sweet and shy Jungkook made the heat in your abdomen flare and your spine tingled.

Did he have any idea how fucking hot that was?

You nodded, “Okay.”

Only a few more blocks to go.

You unlocked your front door and switched on the light in the hallway. Jungkook followed close behind you, still looking nervous. You brushed past him to lock the door again and his cologne caressed your senses.

Christ, he smelled so good. You wanted to whimper.

He took off his shoes and waited for you to hang up your coat but as you turned and your eyes fell on him, your gaze heady and strong, taking in his slightly trembling form, eyes honing in on how he chewed that poor bottom lip of his in anticipation… Your coat fell from your hand as you crossed the distance between the two of you, grabbing the front of his t-shirt as you pulled him flush up against you, your lips crashing together, a messy dance of more teeth than tongue. You backed him up against the back wall of the entrance hallway and on impact, he yelped into the kiss but you swallowed the sound.

Jungkook couldn’t form a single word in his mind as your tongue massaged his and grinded your body against his. It felt different from the other times you’d had a make-out session.

It was hungry.

Your hands ventured lower until they found his belt but that was when something snapped in him.

“Wait.”

You stopped immediately and looked up at him, puzzled, “Did I do something wrong?” You asked worriedly, afraid that you’d done something wrong.

He shook his head, “I-I just…” He gently pushed you away from him and took your hands into his, “Can we talk?” He asked before bringing your hands to his lips, kissing them.

“S-Sure.” You nodded, feeling the mood change as you led him to the living room and turned on the table lamp next to your couch. Jungkook sat down with a small sigh and was quick to hold your hands again when you sat down next to him.

“Is there something wrong, Jungkook?” You asked him, your tone serious but a little wavy. Had you scared him? Did he feel like you had pushed him? It had been his idea but you wouldn’t do anything if he didn’t want it.

“No. Nothing’s wrong, Y/N.” He shook his head.

“If you don’t want to anything, we can just go to bed. I can take the couch.” You offered and he let out a huff, “I’m serious. If you feel like I’ve come on to strong or felt like I’ve pushed you then I’m sorry.”

“What? No, babe. It’s not that. I want you so badly but I have something to tell you.”

You froze when he said that and he noticed immediately. Your heart hammered in your chest in anticipation.

“I-I’ve never…”

“Never what, baby?”

“Done it.”

“... Done it?”

He groaned at your confused expression, “Had sex, Y/N. I’ve never had sex.”

“Oh. Oh.” You leaned back slightly and shifted your gaze from his face to your intertwined hands, “Oh.”

“That’s all you have to say? ‘Oh’?” He sounded annoyed and you looked up at him again. So that was the reason why he had never suggested staying over at your place even when you had openly invited him.

He was a virgin.

It was like you were hit with a bat of desire at the revelation. One of the most attractive bachelors, one which had rows upon rows of women wanting to fuck him, of which he could just pick and choose as he pleased… Chose you to be his first.

“Do you not want me anymore?” He then asked and gone was the annoyed tone. Instead his tone sounded defeated, unsure, scared.

“Oh baby.” You smiled at him and let go of his hands to cup his face, “Of course I want you. I lo-” You stopped and instead cleared your throat, “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

He kissed the palm of your hand and smiled, “That makes me happy. You make me happy.”

His sweet words only stoked the fire that was in the pit of your stomach, spreading to the rest of your body, “I don’t care about that.” You moved and Jungkook stiffened as you sat on top of him, straddling his thighs, “I’m happy that you told me.” You whispered before kissing him.

You gently caressed his lips with your own, your hands moving down his chest to the hem of his t-shirt, “Can I?” You asked against his lips as you tugged at his shirt and when he nodded, you lifted it over his head, letting it fall from your hand next to the couch as your eyes drank in his upper body.

You licked your lips, “Damn.”

“Is there something wrong?”

“Not at all. I’m just taking in the view.”

“D-Don’t tease me, Noona.”

You sought his mouth again and Jungkook whimpered into the kiss as your hands glided across his skin of his stomach, feeling the muscles beneath twitch and up to his chest.

He flinched when your fingers grazed his right nipple. It hardened under your gentle pinching and he let out a whine when you dragged your lips from his mouth and began kissing down to his jaw, nibbling softly.

You moved further down to his neck and you watched as his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. You wanted to mark his pretty neck with love bites, so your lips latched onto the skin, sucking and his hips bucked up against you as he let out a gasp.

“Noona,” He whined, his fingers straining against the fabric of your blouse, “You too.”

You hummed in response and drew back, lifting your blouse over your head and you had to fight a chuckle at how his eyes widened at the sight of your bra-clad breast. You moved your hands behind your back and unclasped your bra, letting it fall down your arms slowly as you kept gauging his reaction.

The gentle thud of it falling to the floor made him gulp.

Without speaking a word, you took one of his hands and led it to your left breast, biting your lip when his large hand cupped it, his thumb gliding over the nipple.

“Am I doing okay?” He asked, glancing up at your face and when he saw you nod, he cupped your other breast as he leaned down to take your left nipple into his mouth, causing you to cry out and grind down against him.

Your eyes fluttered close as Jungkook slowly sucked on your nipple, your hips acting on their own accord as they grinded against the hardness in his jeans. A particular roll of your hips made his hips buck and you moaned loudly when it bumped against your clit.

The two of you grinded against each other while he lavished your breasts, licking, tugging at your nipples until they hardened.

“Fuck.” You murmured and suddenly pushed him back against the couch, causing his lips to release your nipple with a wet pop, “Sit back and enjoy.” You told him as he gazed up at you with blown out eyes and saliva on his lips.

“What do you - oh shit - Y/N.” Jungkook watched with slightly wide eyes as you descended to sit on the floor, between his legs, your hands hovering above his belt while you looked up at him pleadingly.

“Can you take them off?” You asked with a sweet smile and he nodded. Your hands undid his belt and you sat back as he slowly unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper, pushing his jeans down to mid-thigh.

You felt saliva pool on your tongue as you saw the bulge in his trousers. The outline was big and there was a dark spot where he had leaked some precum.

He twitched when your index finger ran along his cock, following the shape of it, until it reached the head and your fingers sought out his trousers, gently tugging at the elastic band holding them up.

“Take them off for me, baby.” You coaxed, looking up at him. He looked so cute from where you sat: cheeks flushed, lips red and swollen, his jaw set tight as he processed your words. Patiently, you waited as he shoved down his trousers to his pants and you scooted over so that he could take everything off completely.

Now you gulped because what was in front of you was the prettiest dick you had ever seen. It was slightly darker than the rest of his skin, the head was mushroom-shaped, colored in an angry red. The thick vein that ran on the underside of it made your mouth water.

“D-Don’t stare at it like that…” He murmured and shifted on the couch nervously. The look you had on your face was scary.

It looked like you were about to eat him whole.

You chuckled softly, “Does my staring make you nervous, Gookie?” He curtly nodded at your question, “Oh baby. I’m going to take good care of you. Just sit back and relax.”

“Okay.”

“Tell me if it doesn’t feel good.”

Your hand grabbed it, thumb gliding over the head, spreading the wetness and above you, Jungkook hissed out a ‘fuck’. You licked your lips as you moved your hand up and down a few times, your eyes flicking back and forth between his cock and his face.

His hands were clenching and unclenching at his side as he watched you place a kiss to the tip before opening your mouth, taking him in, “Ahh.”

You closed your eyes and let your jaw go slack, slowly taking him in further, carefully listening to the sounds he made. Your tongue swirled around the head a few times before you surprised him by swallowing his length whole, causing him to let out a loud whine.

“Y/N…” Jungkook arched his back as your mouth moved back up his cock, tongue licking the thick vein on the underside, “Please.”

You hummed, the vibrations causing a slew of curses to escape his mouth. The sounds he was making went straight to your core and you resisted the urge to put a hand down your pants to give yourself some much needed relief.

This was about Jungkook.

Instead you squeezed your thighs together, trying to alleviate the pressure building. He whined when you swallowed, the sensation of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You glanced up and saw him raise a hand to his mouth, biting into it, muffling the pretty sounds.

You withdrew from his cock and he let out a frustrated whine, “I want to hear you, baby.”

“But it’s so loud and I-”

“I want to hear you.” His cock twitched in your hand at your commanding tone and you raised a brow: so Gookie liked being told what to do.

“Yes, Noona.”

Oh, you were going to ruin him.

“Good boy.”

You descended on him again and he let his head fall back against the couch as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock. He felt like something was ready to snap inside of him and he tried to relax and let the sensation wash over him when you suddenly stopped.

“No!” He huffed, looking down at you desperately, “Why’d you stop? It felt so good, Noona, please…”

“I know, baby, but what’s next is much better.” You stood back up and leaned down to place a kiss on his lips. He had a pout when you drew back, “Don’t pout, Gookie. I’ll make it up to you.”

“Promise?”

“Of course, baby.”

Your hands went to your jeans and your fingers unbuttoned them, feeling his eyes on you the entire time. You dragged them down to your feet and stepped out of them and the man before you groaned as he saw your ruined lace panties, your wetness clinging to the fabric as you pulled them down as well and shoved the pile away with a foot.

You ran a hand from your breasts down to your center, hissing softly when you ran a finger through the wetness there, “See how wet you’ve made me, baby?”

“But I haven’t done anything.” He said, voice shaking.

You smirked and climbed on top of him, keeping eye-contact as you put your finger into your mouth, tasting yourself on your tongue. Jungkook whimpered as you moaned above him, “Noona, don’t tease me.”

“I’m not, sweety.”

“Yes you are.”

“My pouty baby.” You kissed him languidly as you let your weight rest on his thighs, his cock trapped between your bodies, “You’re so cute.”

“Y/N.” He groaned and drew back, “Please.”

“What do you want, Gookie? Tell me.” You asked as you snaked a hand down between your bodies, grabbing his cock, moving it so it was under you and you smirked when he whined loudly as the head grazed your soaked cunt, “I want to hear it.”

“I… I want to be inside you.” He strained out, hands moving to grasp at your hips as you ran his cock between your folds, “Please, please, please.”

You keened at his begging, “Good boy.” You kissed him one last time before settling back, aligning his member with your entrance, “You ready, baby?” You asked, taking one last look at his face and once you saw his nod, you slowly descended onto him, “Fuck.” You mumbled, the stretch burning slightly as you’d had no preparation but you loved it.

“Ah, it’s so tight.” He huffed out as your hips settled against his, “But it feels good.”

You smiled at him as he looked up at you, his doe eyes sparkling in the dim lighting and your heart leaped at the emotions in the dark depths. You moved your hands up his neck, to his face, caressing his soft cheeks with your thumbs as you leaned down to kiss him.

“Noona.” He sighed happily into your mouth, fingers grabbing your hips, trying to get you to move, “Move.”

“So impatient.” You huffed but leaned your upper body back, your left hand finding steady purchase on his thigh and you lifted your body up, seeing how Jungkook’s eyes ventured down to where you were joined and you sat back down. He hissed at the motion and you did a few times, slowly moving up and down his cock, finding a steady and slow rhythm.

You moaned loudly when you felt him begin to push up against you, meeting your thrusts with his own, “Jungkook.”

His eyes snapped up to yours and he took in your expression each time the both of you moved. Your skin had a rosy hue to it and it glistened in the light. To him, you had never looked more beautiful as right now, on top of him, riding him so sensually.

He was so whipped for you.

“You feel so good, baby.” You praised, sitting back down harshly, causing him to cry out and you began to gyrate your hips, “So fucking good.”

He moved his hands to your ass and squeezed the soft globes, helping you move, “You do too, Noona.”

You threw your head back when his hips bucked and his cock hit a particular soft, fleshy spot inside you, “Do it again, baby.”

He nodded and began fucking up into you, groaning when he felt your walls clench around him, “W-What’s happpening?”

You didn’t answer him, instead moaning out your pleasure loudly, which only spurred on Jungkook and his thrusts got faster and harder and every time he hit that fleshy spot at just the right angle. The heat in your belly spread to your legs and you trembled as you got closer to the edge.

“Don’t fucking stop.” You whimpered, moving a hand to claw at his shoulder, “Don’t you fucking dare stop.”

He groaned when your walls clenched around him, this time tighter than before, “Are you cumming, Noona?” He asked, gauging your face, “I can feel your walls clench around me.”

Your spine tingled and you let out a whine as you surged forward, your arms going around his neck as he picked up his pace even more, causing you to bite his shoulder.

“I’m so close.”

“Me too, baby.”

Then the sneaky bastard moved a hand from your ass and between your slicked bodies and he found your clit, causing you to stiffen in his arms as he applied pressure to the hardened nub. The heat exploded and your body went stiff as you let out a scream into the junction of his neck and shoulder, your legs spasming beside him and your cunt danced around him as you came.

Jungkook let out a cry as he thrust a few times and pulled out, just in time before his cum spurted out and onto your bodies. He kept on letting out soft whines and whimpers as he came down from his high.

Breathing raggedly, you hugged him tighter to you and felt his arms go around you, his face pressed up against your breasts, “That was amazing.” He huffed.

“It was. You did so well, Gookie.” You said as you nuzzled his neck, “So good.”

“You did too, Noona.” He pushed you back so he could look at you, his hands gently removing hair from your face, “I’m glad it was you. Thank you.”

You smiled and leaned into his hand, “No, thank you for letting me be your first, baby.”

He smiled a little as his thumb caressed your cheek and he stared into your eyes, “I wanted you to be my first because…” He paused and leaned forward, his hand falling to your shoulder as he hid his face against your shoulder, “Because I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, Jeon Jungkook.” You grabbed his face and moved it so you could look at him, “Don’t say that and hide away.”

“But-”

“No buts. I want to look into your eyes when I tell you,” You quickly pecked his lips and then squeezed his cheeks together, “That I am in-love with you too.” He tried to speak but with his face squished, it only came out a muffled mumble, “Idiot.”

He growled, grabbed your ass and stood up, causing you to yelp and swing your legs around his narrow waist, “What are you doing?” You asked, your hands grabbing his shoulders.

“This idiot is moving to the bedroom.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to make love to my girlfriend.”

“Ew. How sappy.”

“Shut up, Noona.”

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aonesteddybear · 4 years

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Meet Me In The Middle

“It’s….my ex is over there. They’re coming over here, can you pretend to be my boyfriend?” You hiss back tense and Oikawa’s eyes flick up first to your ex before he looks back to you, a smirk on his face. “Oh yeah, I can do that.” He promises.

oikawa toru x gender neutral reader

warnings: alcohol mention (drinking), kissing, college party

word count: 1680

extra big thank to my betas requests are open

friend x iwaizumi is up here

The bass of the music was all you could feel as you laughed, body swaying without a care as top 20 Frat Hit Songs played. You could barely breathe with how warm the room was, sweat glistening on your skin as you sang your heart out, hands in the air as you looked back to your friend who looked vaguely comfortable, but was still enjoying the party.

You had long since forgotten about any worries, or any shyness by the lack of clothing you wore as you blended in with the other party goers. Or well, what you had considered less clothing but now amongst so many other bodies, you had to wonder if the corset bodysuit was practically prudish. Your eyes scanned the floor, searching for other familiar faces before you landed on two bodies who stuck out even in the party.

You let out an excited squeal, grabbing your friend by their wrist as you pulled them in the direction of the two boys. “Oikawa! Iwaizumi!” You tumbled forward, dropping your friend as you practically tackled the tall brunette, hugging him tightly as you pressed a kiss to his cheek in greeting. “Oh my gosh, Tooru! I didn’t think you were serious! You look amazing!” You promised, stepping back to admire his matching Playboy Bunny costume, the bunny ears on his head making him even taller than he already was.

He beamed, giving a playful twirl as he gestured towards his leg, showing off the fishnets which accented the muscular thighs of his. “Right? I didn’t think I would either, then I tried this on and I was like ‘Damn, I look good’!” He said with a laugh, his own eyes flickering over to your friend before darting over as he wrapped them into a hug also, gushing about how good they looked.

Your own attention flicked to the shorter black haired man, who looked uncomfortable with the whole setting and his lack of dress. You smirked, eyeing his lack of clothes, knowing Oikawa was behind it. “Surprised you have this much on,” You mused and he rolled his eyes, his lips parted to respond but Oikawa was already pulling him into him, rattling on about how he picked the costume for both of them and ‘Iwa-chan’ didn’t even want to come to the party.

A smirk crossed your lips in amusement as Oikawa drew attention to the fact Iwaizumi was dressed in only a pair of shorts. A laugh bubbled up from you as you watched your friends skin flush in color, avoiding eye contact with either of them. Before you could comment on their very clear interest, a new song started up which made you light up. You grabbed at Oikawa, separating him from Iwaizumi. “Oh my gosh! Come dance with me!” You coaxed and he was more than content to drag you after him, pulling you back into the mass of bodies.

Your hips swayed together, in sync to the music as his hands wandered down to cautiously rest on your waist. When you didn’t push his hands away, he took it as consent to continue, gently pulling you in as he pulled you flush against each other and you couldn’t help the breathless laughter that escaped as you two danced in rhythm.

The warmth of his body was almost uncomfortable, but you wouldn’t push him away for anything. Maybe it was the liquid courage giving you both the confidence to be so bold with one another, but neither of you could refute the excitement drumming through both of you at the close proximity. As the music faded out, you stepped back slightly breathless still as adrenaline bubbled in you.

As yet again a new song started up with a new round of excited voices surrounded you at the new song as recognition crossed your mind. So pull me closer, why don’t you pull me close? Why don’t you come on over? I just can’t just let you go.

“Oh baby,” you were singing it at him now, and you couldn’t help the giggles that filled you as he sang right back to you. “Why don’t you just meet me in the middle?”

The chorus of voices around you somehow amplified your own voices, while drowning it all out at once as you laughed along with the song and the swaying of the songs. As the next verse began to play you couldn’t help but giggle stepping closer to Oikawa as you were pushed forward by bodies bumping into you with half-hearted apologies.

“So pull me closer, why don’t you pull me close?-” your lyrics were cut off as he reached out, grabbing you by the waist pulling you flush against him again as you both giggled at the acting, opting to ignore the song for the time being as you just clutched to one another. Swaying against one another in time with the song.

As the song slowed down, entering the bridge you could feel his heart drumming against you as you looked up at him. “And it’s not about my pride, I need you on my skin. Just come over, pull me in, just-” his hands found your face, holding it ever so tightly as he continued to sing the lyrics to you and you couldn’t help but sing back to him, grabbing his face in response.

You could feel the warmth of his breath on your face, and even with the smell of alcohol on it you couldn’t help but realize he still smelled like mint. You felt the giggles bubbling up in your chest even as the song faded out, and as a new bass boosted song played over the speakers you realized just how very easy it would be to kiss Toru Oikawa.

It was that thought that had you pulling away with a nervous laugh, you weren’t exactly sure why you were thinking of your friend like that. Sure, he was attractive (you’d have to be blind to not acknowledge it) but he was your friend and that was it. (Right?)

“I need a new drink,” You shouted over the music and he was nodding, hand on your back as he guided you through the crowd careful not to be separated, but as you approached the makeshift bar someone had made your feet stop without permission as your eyes fell on the person currently at it. “Fuck,” somehow the idea that your ex may be present at the party half your school was at just didn’t occur to you.

Sensing your uncomfortableness, Oikawa was stepping into your back, leaning down to speak a soft “You ok?” into your ear and you forced yourself to nod. “Yeah….” you muse slowly, turning back to him. “I don’t need another drink.” You decided, “Come on.” Trying to pull him back into the crowd much to his confusion.

“Why? What’s wrong?” He repeats, and you’re shaking your head, trying to blend back into the bodies before your ex notices. Turns out, a six foot tall volleyball player in a Playboy Bunny Suit might gain attention, and you can feel the moment your ex turns to look at you curiously. You swallow nervously, looking at him as you watch your ex push off the table, heading over to you two.

You aren’t exactly sure what happens first, but then a hand is on your waist, pulling you flush against him and his other is cupping your jaw like he had been moments ago except only this time, his lips were flush against yours. The fact he tastes like mint also crosses your mind, as you dizzyingly try to process his mouth on yours, eyes fluttering shut as you relax into him.

Except then your hands are in his hair also and you’re pulling him into you as tightly as possible, and then your lips are parting against his and his tongue is there, pressing into your mouth and you are more than eager to allow it to happen. Your own tongue pressing against his, sucking on his tongue as it runs against your teeth.

His hands were firm, enveloping as he playfully squeezes your skin and then you both are pulling back, gasping into each other as you struggle to breathe. “Wow,” you speak first and he is grinning, his tongue running over his lips as he winks at you. “I don’t think your ex will bother you.” He suggests and you can’t help the laugh that spills out now.

“Oh I’m sure they won’t tonight,” You admit, “But I’m sure I’ll get questioned later.”

Oikawa raises an eyebrow then, “Send them my way, I’ll take care of it.” He promises off-handedly, gesturing towards the bar, “Want a drink still?” He asks and you shrug, “Sure.”

He leads you over to the bartender, as you rattle off your preferred drink you can feel his warmth against the back of you. His arms wrap around your waist then, hips swaying with yours to the beat of the music, and then his nose is nuzzling into your neck, breath warm on your skin of your ear as he whispers his next sentence into your ear: “By the way, if you want to pretend I’m your boyfriend at any other point of the night...or after tonight, I’m more than willing to repeat that.”

As you turn your head towards his you can’t help but acknowledge how pretty he is once more, especially with how close the two of you are. His tongue flicks out, licking at his lips nervously awaiting your response and then it is you who is moving; Closing the distance once more as you press your lips against his. Because yes, you were definitely going to have to take him up on that offer. note: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJfGqGf1/ ←- the scene that heavy inspired “The Middle” scene because my brain really wants to do that with pretty boy oikawa

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ladyreapermc · 4 years

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Drabble: Ballerina (John Wick x Reader)

Summary: Jardani helps a ballerina in the Ruska Roma.

Author’s Notes: this one was requested by an anon who wanted some young! John Wick at the Ruska Roma. I hope you enjoy this!

Wordcount: 1028

Warnings: brief mentions of blood (barely there really)

Jardani knew he should be sleeping. He would be leaving for a new assignment first thing in the morning, but the sound of music coming from the theater made him pause. It was late and he had just seen the Director retire for the night. Whoever was there was practicing after hours on their own volition.

He pushed the door open and walked in with light steps, moving through the shadows by instinct and familiarity more than sight, until he reached the edge of the stage where the music was coming from, the only light was a small lamp, shining over her form as she struggled through the intricate steps of one of the swan lake choreography.

Jardani rested against one of the pillars, watching her. They had crossed paths before in the academy, even if they didn’t share any words. Jardani was never all that good with words, none of them were really. They weren’t made for speaking. They were made for when words failed, and swift action needed to be taken.

She was only a few years younger than him, but unlike him, she didn’t grow up in the Ruska Roma. She was given away as payment of a debt, which explained why she was still struggling through this routine when it was the first all of them learned.

It also explained why she was here at this time, working on it, refining her movements, which were still unsure and hesitant. In a place where imperfection was punished gravelly, one had to do whatever it was needed to survive.

Jardani watched as she faltered and stumbled. Her cursing loud in the quiet room. She wiped her forehead and moved to the small stereo to restart the song. Her limp was barely noticeable, just like her grimace, but Jardani had been through this himself. He could imagine the bloody mess in her ballerina slippers.

She worked her way through the song once more, but at the same part, she missed a step again, her body wobbling dangerously on one foot during a pirouette and it was pure luck that she didn’t fall and broke something. This time, when she turned his way to restart the song, Jardani caught the angry tears in her face.

“Let me help,” he asked coming into view and she didn’t startle or even look his way. She had known he was there all along.

“Why?”

“Why not?” Jardani countered, coming to stand behind her.

Her nod was short, barely noticeable, but it was enough, and Jardani set his hands on her hips, guiding her movements, his own body falling into the rhythm of the song almost by instinct. He had danced it enough times and this was the kind of choreography you didn’t simply forget.

It took her a few moments to fall into sync with him but soon enough they were moving as one. Throughout the routine Jardani made sure there was always a point of contact, between them. Skin on skin at each step, each jump, each spin, until they reached the point of the song she was struggling and Jardani locked eyes with her, his hands falling away as she did the jump and the pirouette flawlessly, coming back to stand in front of him, breathing ragged, eyes shining with pride and relief.

“Thank you,” she whispered, brushing away the loose strands of hair that stuck to her forehead as she looked him. “I owe you.”

“No,” he shook his head. “There’s no need for that.”

He watched as her brow furrowed almost as if confused and Jardani inwardly cursed this world that wouldn’t allow them to know kindness when faced with it. Then again, if the Director caught word of what he had just done, she would punish them both, so her confusion was more than understandable.

For a moment, they stood there just staring at each other while the music continued, filling their ears and their hearts and Jardani had to fight the impulse of pulling her into his arms again. He had enjoyed way too much the feel of her body against his.

As if reading his thoughts or maybe sharing them, she took a step forward and his eyes followed the way she licked her lips, before her hand reached for him, coming to rest on his cheek. Jardani fought against the impulse of jump back. No one had ever touched him this gently before.

With a sigh, Jardani leaned against her caress, even though he knew he shouldn’t. If anyone saw them like this, they would both be punished. The Ruska Roma wasn’t a place for softness or affection. Still, he let himself be guided closer to her, noticing how she was so much shorter than him. The way she had to tilt her face up to keep looking in his eyes. She held his gaze as she drew him even closer, her lips pressing against his softly.

His hands fell to her hips again, pulling her against his body, until they were pressed together, her skin hot and sticky with her sweat. He searched her mouth hungrily, eager to taste her and she met him in kind, her tongue pushing and sliding against his, her hands moving into his hair, scratching slightly and making him moan.

And this Jardani understood, the want and desperation for contact of any kind. They were all starved for it and it was easy to get swept away in it, but too dangerous. The Director had eyes everywhere.

“I should go,” he whispered, pulling back and she nodded, catching his lips in a new kiss before taking a step back.

Disappointment shone in her eyes, but it was fleeting and before Jardani could blink, she had schooled her features again, returning them to the careless detachment he was way to familiar with and hated.

“Good luck tomorrow,” she said, moving to the stereo and restarting the song once more.

Jardani still lingered for a few more moments, before forcing himself to move away. There was too much at stake to let himself fall for someone. Anyone. He wasn’t made for that. For love. He was made for death.

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buckthegrump · 5 years

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Charcoal Drawings - 7 (Drabble)

Summary: You are an art student and are forced to take a life drawing class which will include nude modeling. One little problem, the model is super fucking hot.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F! Reader

Warnings: Fluff? Minor Angst,

Word Count: 1220

A/n: hehehe

Party Skippers

Y/n was sitting in the art room that she’d reserved so she could work on a drawing. Luckily Bucky had agreed to come in a model for her after hours. She set up her station while she waited for him.

She was playing her music softly but getting really into lip-syncing to one of the songs when he walked in. Y/n didn’t notice he’d come in until the door latched behind him. She froze and looked over at him.

“Y/n, right?” He asked with a small smile.

She cleared her throat and nodded. “Yeah, thanks for agreeing to do this.”

“It’s really no problem, you’re saving me from going to a party tonight that will probably get too crazy,” he chuckled.

“Tony’s party right?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah,” he looked at her confused for a moment, “I forgot that you know Tony.”

“Yeah, sorry he crashed your date.” She started fiddling with a piece of charcoal.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

Oh, but it was.

“So where do you want me?” He asked.

Y/n looked at her empty canvas then back to him. “Any position is fine but if you wouldn’t mind stripping down to your underwear like you were in class.”

She was still looking at her canvas when she told him this so when she looked up and found him already stripped down and posing on the stand she was a little bit taken aback. He was half laying down but his arms were in a weird shape.

“Can you move your right arm a little.” He followed the instructions but it made it worse and she made a face at him. He moved his arm again but it still wasn’t right.

“Why don’t you come move my arm so it’s where you want it?” He asked.

Y/n put down her charcoal and walked over to him. She could feel his eyes on her the whole time she moved. When she got closer to him she could finally see just how fucking blue his eyes were. As she moved his arm to the place she wanted it, she avoided eye contact with him.

There was no reason for her to fall in love with the color of his eyes, which is exactly what would happen if she looked into them for more than a few seconds at a time. She walked back to her seat, still able to feel his stare on her.

She took his right arm and moved it, trying to ignore whatever energy was in the room right now. But it was making her heart race at an inhuman speed.

“You ok?” He asked. She nodded still very pointedly not looking at his face.

The music played softly in the background and she was so grateful for something that was breaking up the silence. Her hand was shaking slightly as she drew, and the only way to get her hand to stop was to stop drawing and flex her hand a few times before resuming.

Y/n started to sing softly to herself while she worked completely forgetting the Bucky was in the room. She made the mistake of looking into his eyes and that’s when she realized that he’d been listening to her sing and she instantly stopped. The silence returned and this time Y/n couldn’t stand it.

She knew she didn’t have to say anything. There was no reason for her to talk to him. That didn’t stop her from opening her mouth though.

“Can I ask you kind of a weird question?” Y/n didn’t dare take her eyes off her canvas.

“Go for it,” he said. She couldn’t tell if he sounded bored or annoyed and she wasn’t about to look at his face to find out.

She was currently working on his torso, which wasn’t fair to her because fuck did he look good. Too good. She knew from class but it was different when it was just the two of them in a room alone together.

“Have you done nude modeling before?” She asked finally looking at his face. He had a smile on it and his eyes were soft. If she could physically turn into a puddle on the floor, that look would’ve had her liquified a second.

“Yeah.”

She looked directly into his eyes, a mistake on her part but she couldn’t help herself. She reminded herself that she didn’t have to ask the question, she begged herself not to, but alas clearly her mouth and her brain were on two separate planets.

“How do you stop yourself from popping a boner?” She asked completely serious. He stared at her for a moment. Y/n closed her eyes, who needs friends for embarrassment when she had her own mouth? “Nope never mind, forget I asked that’s a stupid question.”

But he started chuckling which turned into full-on laughter. She opened her eyes and looked at him as he said, “No, don’t worry about it. It’s fine. I don’t think anyone who I’ve modeled for has asked me that question.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. But it’s not really an issue because I focus more on the fact that I’m the only person in the room naked and the vulnerability of that -”

“Ok,” Y/n nodded. “Makes sense.”

The room fell silent again, sans for the music playing, but Bucky would chuckle every few moments. Once again, she should’ve kept her mouth shut. Should’ve just left it at that. But clearly she never really learned how to not run her mouth around attractive people, because against her brain yelling at her not to, she opened her mouth again.

“Have you ever popped a boner while modeling in a class full of people?” She asked.

“I don’t think so,” then he gasped. Y/n tore her eyes away from her drawn and looked at him. “Yes, I have. It was the very first term I ever did and I let my mind wander and somehow I thought about one of my exes and then boom. Popped a boner in the middle of class. My friend Sam didn’t let me live it down for a whole year.”

“Friends are the worst.” Y/n smiled and Bucky smiled back.

“I’m pretty sure the only reason he stopped making fun of me for it was because he forgot.”

“Well, I won’t tell him,” Y/n promised. They were still staring at each other, drawing and modeling completely forgotten.

“I appreciate that.”

The door opened and in walked Crosby.

“Oh,” she faked innocence as if Y/n couldn’t tell that Crosby’d planned this just to taunt Y/n in some way. “I didn’t know that anyone was using the room.”

“That’s why they have you sign up to reserve it online,” Y/n plastered a smile on her face.

Bucky, despite the fact that he was supposedly seeing Crosby, would not take his eyes off Y/n. Y/n’s eyes darted quickly to Bucky and he raised a brow. Instead of giving him anything she turned back to her canvas and made one last mark.

“Don’t worry though, I’m done.” Y/n quickly packed up her things and rushed out of the room. Before the door closed she heard Crosby say,

“What were you doing with her?”

“Jesus Christ,” Bucky groaned.

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defectivenancydrew · 4 years

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MID Review (finally)

Now that I’ve had a while to reflect on MID, I feel like I can give an honest, spoiler-free review. This turned out to be a much more in-depth review than I had planned on doing, but you can just read the italics at the end of each section if you just want the gist.

Controls: Okay, so for like the first fifteen minutes (or however long it takes you to adjust), the controls are frustrating. Once you get used to how to move (and it is still point-and-click), you’ll be fine. The only thing that I still didn’t have a solid grasp of by the end of the game was moving Nancy’s head around with the right mouse button--it might have helped to slow the mouse down for this function. That being said, the controls offer a lot to the game. The environments and navigation feel more realistic, and instead of jumping from scene to scene, Nancy slides through the space. It’s weird at first, but it’s ultimately superior. (Just for kicks, I went back and played a bit of LIE as a comparison, and the jumpy movement felt so weird after the smoothness of MID). Controls get a 8/10 for the steep learning curve and the more realistic movement.

Graphics: They’re not that bad, okay? On high render, the environments actually look really good and the characters are decent (low render is an understandably different story). Given the technical reasons behind the graphics looking as the do (full 3D render here versus painstakingly painted video files before), I don’t think that they’re really that bad. Puzzle renders and zoomed-in items/POIs really shine, appearing arguably better than previous games. It’s also important to consider what SCK/STFD look like compared to SEA--MID obviously looks better than SCK/STFD, but it has room for improvement. Just like the development team refined the graphics on their proprietary engine, they will refine the graphics on Unity over time. Again, looking back to the first three games, there is a huge jump in graphics quality between each game, indicating their ability to improve quickly. I’m willing to best that the next game (yes, I believe there will be a ‘next game’) will look much better than MID, and so on from there. Character renders are not as great, but this, too, is likely to improve and is probably also due to the fact that it’s 3D and not a painted video file. Their movements may be awkward, but the fact that they are mo-cap means that they may improve in future games. The only real gripe I have about the characters is the lack of facial expressions. Graphics get a 7/10 for up-close realism and room for improvement.

Performance: If you have a gaming PC or a relatively new device, you should be golden. The game runs smoothly at high render on my 2018/i7/SSD PC, but has some lagging issues at high render on my 2014/i5/HDD PC (issues that all but disappear by adjusting to low render). For those with older PCs or PCs with less processing-power, you may have to deal with way-off lip-syncs and choppy cut scenes if you also want to see the best possible graphics. The game only crashed once on my older PC (and it was more likely due to unrelated background processes I was running), but the autosave feature prevents crashes from being anything more than a brief annoyance. Performance gets a 6/10 for high requirements and the Sophie’s Choice of graphics or speed.

UI: I love the sleek, full-screen appearance and minimalist inventory/phone bar. If I had to ask for any improvements here, I might suggest that the inventory collapse into a bag icon when it’s not in use. UI gets 10/10 for maximizing space and minimizing distractions.

Environment (independent of graphics): HeR definitely stepped up their game (heh) on this front. While there are arguably no more locations to explore than in SEA, the environment is far more expansive and cohesive. You feel like you are in a small town (Salem), and you have the freedom to explore all the relevant places without jumping around or magically transporting. There’s only one location that is distant from the town center, and Nancy travels via car to get back and forth, which adds a dose of realism. We have our usual forest navigation (though it is mercifully straight-forward, unlike DOG or CAP), with the added bonus of looking around and using it to get from one place to another. The game makes good use of each space, though it’d be nice if there was more to do in certain lesser-used locations. Some of the locations really only seemed to be present to flesh out the whole environment--which is fine--but it’d be nice to utilize those locations a bit more. And when graphics are set high, the environments are quite stunning. The lighting and weather also do a good job of reinforcing the current atmosphere in-game. Environment gets a 9/10 for cohesion and light usage.

Characters (independent of graphics, story): This is probably one of the spots where MID won me over. Not only do we have eleven (11!) official characters, we have background characters that make the setting real! I didn’t count, but there were probably 10+ background characters that were present for minor commentary and realistic liveliness. For the first time in a Nancy Drew game, I wasn’t questioning where the rest of the world was. Yes, their movements were awkward and if your computer couldn’t handle the graphics, then their lips were flapping in mysterious ways, but they moved around and interacted with each other in semi-human ways. It is absolutely baffling to me that there are people who think there were too many characters. For one thing, we as fans asked HeR for more characters and that’s what they gave us. For another, the game never felt crowded. There were seven characters that were considered “main” that you interacted with often, three side characters that you interacted with occasionally, and one character that you only interacted with once. If they hadn’t been fully-formed characters with solid backstories, I might be persuaded that the number was an issue, but almost all of the characters were fully- or mostly-developed. Characters gets a 10/10 for quantity and quality.

Puzzles: This is probably the one facet of the game where it is most clear that HeR listened to fans’ requests. We asked for more realistic puzzles that were integrated into the game play and not totally irrelevant. That’s what we got. For some people, I think this made it seem like there were fewer puzzles, but I think there were just as many as before, it just wasn’t always super obvious that you were solving a puzzle (and they all but eliminated chore-type puzzles). The cooking mini game and serving mini game were both fun, nostalgic time-wasters in the best of ways. Another nice thing about the puzzles was that they weren’t super difficult as long as you were paying attention, so there wasn’t any need to google solutions or get frustrated. Puzzles get a 9/10 for fan service and perception (after all, perception is reality).

Story: MID really shines when it comes to the story line. The game delves into the full history of Salem, rightfully choosing to discuss topics that were always skirted in earlier games (prejudice, discrimination, slavery, torture, etc.). My only issue regarding the presentation of history is that a lot of the learning is optional, and can be easily ignored or missed. The actual story line of the game is well-established and doesn’t have any gaping plot holes (at least that I noticed on my first play through). There are multiple crimes to solve, multiple items to recover, and thus multiple endings/outcomes to achieve. I can’t go into too much more detail without spoiling parts of the game, but suffice it to say that the story has depth and gravity that might even place it ahead of previous games. Story gets a 10/10 for more mature themes and multiple, successfully interweaving story lines.

Dialogue: While the content of the dialogue is great and forms the foundation for much of the story, it loses me in presentation. First, the line-by-line captioning system is awkward at best, and a monologue behind at worst. I see no reason not to present the player with sentences or paragraphs at a time as before. Second, dialogue options are not so much options as dialogue tasks. You have questions you can ask, but there is no choice of how to ask them or how to respond to an answer. For the most part, you are just choosing the order in which to ask things. This, in my opinion, is a step backward from the previous games, where Nancy could be optimistic, pessimistic, direct, or passive-aggressive. Lastly, there is a strange lack of subject in Nancy’s sentence structure at times. She says “should do xyz” instead of “I should do xyz,” or “wanted to ask about abc” instead of “I wanted to ask you about abc.” While this isn’t really too weird in the context of modern speech patterns, it is still a little awkward. There are examples of this in previous games when Nancy speaks to herself, but never in dialogue with other characters. Again, this isn’t a big deal, but it crops up enough to make it noticeably strange. Dialogue gets a 6/10 for solid content and poor presentation.

Music: At first, the music seems to be nothing special; the main theme is quiet, unassuming, and a bit repetitive at times. But much like the rest of the game, it gets better as you progress. The music in Luminous Infusions and at the end of the game really stick out as great pieces, although the rest of the tracks are also very well-composed. There is thematic continuity between tracks and the tracks also reflect the game’s current atmosphere well. The music, while from a new composer, is still reminiscent of the old games, particularly the mystical tracks in CUR. I’m hoping HeR releases a soundtrack for MID in the future, but I do know there are no current plans for an official soundtrack (though you can find unofficial ones on YouTube pretty easily). Music gets a 10/10 for quality and cohesion.

Nancy: Nancy finally sounds like the late teen that she is meant to be! Nancy is witty and assertive, no longer speaking with the voice of a thirty-year-old and expressing the thoughts of a thirteen-year-old. The new voice actress is just what Nancy’s voice needed, in my opinion, though I have admittedly been a supporter of replacing Lani since about DED/GTH (don’t get me wrong, I love Lani and she will always be the classic voice of Nancy in my head, but I could also admit that her voice was losing its spark and pep). It takes a little while to get used to the new voice, but once it stops sounding different, it’s easy to fall in love with. Another great aspect of Nancy 2.0 is that she’s willing to get into it with other characters, even if they are in a position of authority. Nancy has always been an assertive character who stands up for what is right, even if it’s not easy to do. We see the return of this kind of Nancy in MID, and I hope we don’t lose her in future games. The only thing that I found a tad bit odd was how sugar-sweet Nancy was toward Deirdre. I like how their relationship was updated in order to model more appropriate/healthy female friendships, but it is a little weird considering the canon interaction model set forth by ASH and DED. Nancy’s other relationships have also matured and improved. Nancy gets a 10/10 for assertiveness and expressiveness.

Physical Copy: Well, almost two weeks after the release date, I finally got my physical copy of MID. This is unprecedented, as I always received physical pre-orders the day of or even the day before release. The long wait drove me to buy the digital download, which I didn’t mind doing, but this could be very frustrating for those not willing to pay for the game twice. I was disappointed to find that the disc art is just a copy of the cover art (which is minimalist at best), and not a characteristic color like the other games. The box art seems like it was put together at the last minute, not unlike the cover art. If it weren’t for my compulsive need to own all of the physical copies, I probably would have skipped it. Physical copy gets a 1/10 for slow delivery and lackluster appearance.

Weird Things to Complain About: Yes, there is one background character whose voice sounds like it was recorded on a Motorola Razr, but she says one sentence that you don’t even have to listen to. Yes, some of the background characters are overt clones, but we’ve never even had background characters to complain about before. Should there have been more to do in the Hathorne House or other one-off locations? Yeah, probably, but we were given a ton of locales to visit. The characters were always bobbing around and breathing, but--surprise!--this is something that real humans do. Did their feet/hands occasionally meld with other objects or the environment? Sure, but why were you looking at their feet during a conversation? Admittedly, Teegan sometimes looked like she was trying to scare off a bear or prepare for flight, even I can’t argue that that wasn’t odd. But for the most part, these are minor, petty issues. There weren’t gaping plot holes, there was actually a mystery to solve (looking at you, MED), and we got a lot of the things that we asked for over the years. There is always room for improvement, and this game is certainly no exception. I expect that the next game will make refinements based on our feedback and be even better. HeR completely changed the Nancy Drew game formula, but they used our input as a guide. They’ll take what we say about MID into consideration with the next game, and hopefully over time we will see the same level of improvement we saw from SCK to SEA. They started from scratch, and even though they had five years to work on it, the first time you try something new is almost always the worst. I don’t condone the way they treated us over the hiatus or how they treated their own staff, but I don’t think it’s time to abandon ship yet. If you play this game with nostalgia goggles on and a closed mind, you’re going to hate it, you’re going to ask for a refund. If you go into it with an open mind and excitement for something new, you might just find that you like MID more than you’d care to admit. Weird things to complain about gets an 8/10 for minor oddities that should be expected in a pilot endeavor.

Conclusion: Change is inevitable. If you were around when TMB came out, you might remember the absolute uproar that came with the UI change. People threatened to walk away from the series because of the new menu screen and bulkier interface. If you’ve played the original SCK and STFD, then you know how drastically the games improved over the span of a single year. And compare those games to SEA and it’s clear that the games are always improving. But you have to start (or in this case, restart) somewhere, and MID is our new starting point. The games will get better, and we’ll still find things to complain about (like we always do), because there is always room for improvement. There’s no point in lamenting about how good the game would have looked on the old engine, because that misses the point. The old engine could not deliver what we as fans desired. It could not handle more than six characters or more than eight hours (this is being generous) of game play. It couldn’t give us more expansive environments or smoother navigation. The new engine gave us all of these things, but sacrificed a bit of graphics. Big whoop. I’m willing to bet that none of us got into the games for their graphics, especially those of use who became fans early on in the games’ history. Bottom line? HeR gave us a good game. Not their best game, maybe not even one of their better games, but it’s certainly better than MED or SCKR. And hey, at least we finally got the game. Midnight in Salem gets an 80%, an admirable B-, because the effort and progress is there, but there are definitely things that they could have done better.

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bangwoolofbangtan · 4 years

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How BTS and Its ARMY Could Change the Music Industry

By Rebecca Davis

It was just a year ago that BTS’ Love Yourself: Speak Yourself tour was selling out stadiums all over the world. Each night of the 20-date trek, which grossed $116 million, a total of nearly a million ticket buyers around the planet witnessed a thumping opening liturgy at the top of the K-pop band’s set in the form of the song “Dionysus.”

As flames shot up from the stage, seven figures emerged in supplicant white amid Greek columns and a long altar. Rapper RM (full name: Kim Nam-joon) led the way, twirling the staff of the titular mythical deity, as group mates Jin (Kim Seok-jin), SUGA (Min Yoon-gi), j-hope (Jung Ho-seok), Jimin (Park Ji-min), V (Kim Tae-hyung) and Jung Kook (Jeon Jung-kook) flanked him in a display of choreographed precision. The crowd, reaching peak pandemonium in a night full of deafening screams, made willing maenads and satyrs, transported by the band’s presence. An anthem about rebirth and self-discovery through the ecstatic collective experience of music was received as intended — as if from the gods.

Idol worship is by no means a new concept in pop music — remember John Lennon’s provocative statement in 1966 that the Beatles were “more popular than Jesus”? — but there’s something about BTS that turns fandom up to 11. The global brigade of BTS acolytes is collectively known by the acronym ARMY, short for Adorable Representative MC for Youth, a moniker chosen by Big Hit Entertainment, the company that launched the band. ARMY comprises the lion’s share of a Twitter audience that’s 29.2 million followers strong, more than triple that of any other K-pop group, and growing daily. BTS’ Instagram presence of 30.6 million followers (also rising rapidly), is trailed closely only by YG Entertainment’s Blackpink, at 29.3 million.

“It is because ARMY exists that we exist,” Jin says.

To understand the scope of BTS Inc.: An influential 2018 study by the Hyundai Research Institute estimated that the ripple effects from the boy band’s ecosystem contribute roughly $4.9 billion annually to South Korea’s GDP, on track to generate more value over 10 years than the Pyeongchang Winter Olympics. The study gauged that in 2017, one in 13 visitors to the country came for BTS-related pilgrimages. That ratio may soon be growing. Spotify has reported a 300% spike in new listeners to the group since the Aug. 21 release of “Dynamite,” BTS’ first all-English single.

The BTS boom has also driven Big Hit to launch an IPO in October projected to raise some $811 million. (Each BTS member will be awarded shares worth approximately $8 million.) Of Big Hit’s revenue in 2019, 97.4% was generated by BTS, including $130 million worth of T-shirts, cosmetics, dolls and other merchandise.

The numbers are no accident. The South Korean government began investing strategically in the arts and the digital economy to help steer the country out of the 1997 Asian financial crisis. On the heels of “Parasite” sweeping the Oscars, the worldwide success of BTS may be another sign to the West that Seoul might be the center of a new force in creative production.

Big Hit, and the K-pop music business in general, have proved just how much a band, and a company, can prosper through a direct-to-consumer relationship, driven by digital platforms and dedicated apps with lots of behind-the-scenes content that keeps fans emotionally involved. It’s engagement on a scale that no Western artist has ever achieved, despite decades of radio promotion and the best retail strategy.

For the global music industry, the band’s success has meant a serious rethink of how a record company — in BTS’ case, Sony Music’s Columbia Records, which distributes the group’s music in the U.S. (though the band is not signed to the label) — builds and maintains a fan base. You could almost look at it as a collaborative arrangement: As music is being made in real time, decision-makers and strategists at Big Hit and Columbia are taking in and processing the comments and views of ARMY and pivoting accordingly.

“It creates a self-sustaining engine that, eventually, becomes hits perpetuating more hits,” says Neil Jacobson, a former president of Geffen Records who runs Hallwood, a talent agency for producers and songwriters. “A label wants that fan connection happening all the time so that they can consistently release and promote music. But in the past, there had always been intermediaries that labels had to talk to in order to manifest exposure. Now, there is a mechanism for an artist to speak directly to their fans. That didn’t exist before, and it has turbocharged the process.”

It’s all led to this “Dynamite” moment: The single has sold nearly 700,000 adjusted song units since its release — good for a gold record certification by the RIAA. The song is quickly becoming the band’s biggest radio hit to date (without a featured artist, it’s worth noting), and represents a significant breakout beyond its core audience. After that, will Grammys follow?

“They check all the boxes,” says Jenna Andrews, the vocal producer on “Dynamite” who also serves as an executive at Sony’s Records label. “I’ve never seen anything like BTS in terms of singing and dancing. This is just an indication of what’s yet to come. They’re going to take over the world.”

Kathryn Lofton, Yale University professor of religious and American studies and author of the book “Consuming Religion,” says that the bond BTS has with its ARMY is different from the typical singer-fan connection because “BTS’ driving commitment is to their relationship to the fan group, to the manufacturing of their communal joy for you to participate in.” It’s why she views BTS as “a religious project; they are seeking to make a togetherness that you can’t stop wanting to be a part of.”

Lofton also makes a point of distinguishing ARMY from the groupies associated with Beatlemania. Sure, BTS fans know the hagiography and backstory of each member, but everything about the band’s output prioritizes the collective over the individual.

The band itself has certainly leaned into the comparison with the Fab Four. For instance, it re-created the iconic moment of the Beatles’ 1964 debut at the Ed Sullivan Theater last May on “The Late Show With Stephen Colbert” — in a black-and-white segment that showed the K-pop band performing as mop tops in tailored suits.

But while John, Paul, George and Ringo had spotlight moments of their own, both within and outside the band — songs they wrote individually, causes they took up personally — with BTS, it’s all for one all the time. Unlike many other groups, the members share single, collective Twitter and Instagram accounts, and release even solo material through their shared channel. Accomplishments are never spoken of as belonging to any one group member but rather as the work of the team (and, of course, ARMY). In their videos, they often begin in solo shots but end up together.

This all strays from the typical tropes of Western boy bands including New Edition and ’N Sync, which have all proffered “star” frontmen. The thinking for decades had been that a record company would be lucky to have one breakout solo career among the bunch.

But BTS’ selfless approach didn’t happen randomly: The group was envisioned as a collective to heal the alienation that ails us in the digital age. Its name — “BTS” stands for Beyond the Scene — is an invitation to fans to join them offstage via almost daily video content featuring moments in their intimate if immaculately curated private lives on YouTube, Twitter and Big Hit app Weverse.

In 2011, Big Hit’s revenues from its then-main acts, Lim Jeong-hee and boy band 2AM, were plummeting. As the shadow of bankruptcy loomed, Bang Si-hyuk, now chairman, and Lenzo Yoon, global CEO, felt the company needed a total revamp. They stopped all normal work for months and called on employees to perform market research instead, seeking a new vision and formula.

Bang describes the conclusion they reached in a recent Harvard Business School case study of the firm written by Anita Elberse and Lizzy Woodham: “You would think that with the development of digital technology, people can come together more easily, but we found that it is actually more likely that people will feel more isolated. And so we need to find a way to help them, inspire them and heal them.”

Reflecting on the choice to develop a group that satiated this need, Yoon says in the study: “I think back then in 2011, with the conclusions we drew, we found the wild ginseng, as we say in Korea.”

On “Dynamite,” Big Hit worked with Columbia to further cultivate that ginseng. Pitched by Jacobson to label chairman Ron Perry, who guided and essentially A&R’d the song, worked to radio by Columbia executive VP and head of promotion Peter Gray (who has broken hits for Dua Lipa, Kelly Clarkson and Kings of Leon), and all overseen and informed by the years of management savvy of Big Hit, it’s the kind of artist development that was a music business calling card and that has lost its place in the fast-paced world of digital releases.

Radio exposure is not considered as impactful in Korea as it is in the U.S., notes RM, and so BTS — “maybe naively” — didn’t hit the ground in the U.S. thinking, ‘What can boost our airplay?’” the last time around. Still, RM notes that the band has “100% trust” in Columbia, Big Hit and the greater BTS community. “ARMY and the label are all trying their best,” he says, recounting how in the band’s early days, fans would send bouquets to radio DJs to get their songs on the air.

“Our goal is to try to show ourselves, expose ourselves to ARMY as much as possible,” adds Jin. “There are a lot of platforms now.”

In some ways, BTS’ ARMY has grown into its own force and brought the group along for the ride. In the world of K-pop, the expectation is that entertainers stay far away from politics, but as the genre has grown more global, it has begun to reach a transnational cohort to whom matters of social justice are top of mind.

When Variety broke the news on June 6 that BTS and Big Hit had donated $1 million to Black Lives Matter, BTS fans quickly flocked to #MatchAMillion through a link sent out by the fan charity Twitter account @OneInAnARMY. They hit the financial target in just 25 hours.

Erika Overton, a 40-year-old Georgia resident and one of the co-founders of the account, says of the experience: “It was one of the craziest nights I’ve ever seen. I was on Twitter all night. We were refreshing the page every couple of minutes, going, ‘Oh, my God …’” Witnessing ARMY’s U.S. battalion bring the message of Black Lives Matter to fans in other parts of the world who were unfamiliar with the movement was a “big educational moment that was really, really beautiful to see,” says Overton, who is African American.

What Overton saw was facilitated by networks of fan translators who also turn Big Hit’s Korean content into dozens of languages. Other ARMY groups provide counseling or tutoring services, invent themed recipes or write informational threads on everything from the history of the music industry and how charts work to Jungian philosophy, which deeply informs the BTS albums.

Some fan accounts have even become registered nonprofits, with dozens of administrators spread around the world putting in nearly full-time work on top of their day jobs.

In addition to Black Lives Matter, BTS this year donated $1 million to Crew Nation, a Live Nation campaign to support live entertainment personnel impacted by the coronavirus pandemic. And it has continued its campaign with UNICEF to end child violence. But the band members are reticent to take on the role of global activists. “I don’t consider ourselves as political,” says Suga. “We aren’t trying to send out some grandiose message. We would never see ARMY as a conduit for our voice or our opinion. ARMY speaks their own initiatives, and we always respect their opinions, as we respect any other person’s.”

RM, on the other hand, keeps the door open for a kind of apolitical politics based more on actions than words: “We are not political figures, but as they say, everything is political eventually. Even a pebble can be political.”

The scale of its influence is not something that the group takes lightly. “Our [‘Dynamite’] video has seen 80 million, almost 90 million views in just a day. In a way, that’s very weighty — and almost frightening,” RM told Variety the day after its debut, explaining that the balancing act is often one of how to juggle the burdens of being both role models and artists.

Some Korean scholars feel that BTS’ statement in support of BLM shows how ARMY is actually out ahead of Big Hit, spontaneously enacting its own initiatives to which the company must then respond. “Big Hit thinks they can create a company-dominated [approach to] fandom, but fans are agents doing only what they want, not what they don’t want,” says ethnomusicologist Kim Jungwon of Yonsei University in Seoul. For Kim, the fluidity of ARMY’s unplanned, collective responses “is the possible answer to BTS’ success.”

Candace Epps-Robertson, an ARMY member and assistant professor of rhetoric at the University of North Carolina, says the affirmational content of the group’s lyrics and videos may sound simple, but lay the groundwork for millions of fans to learn to engage critically with each other and develop a transcultural sense of global citizenship. “The message of ‘you, yourself, are enough, and you should love who you are and start with that — I think people miss how radical that can actually be,” she says. “We can’t overlook the power of that as an invitation to people to be part of this community.”

The Grammys, where BTS is eligible for record of the year, among other categories (nomination ballots for the 2021 awards, slated to air Jan. 31, went out on Sept. 28), provide a chance for the group to gain industry recognition as a mainstream contender, not just a K-pop act.

Asked why the Grammys matter so much to them, Suga seems to bristle a bit at the question. “I grew up watching American award shows, so obviously we all know and I know the importance of the Grammys,” he says. “It’s a dream anyone working in music has.”

RM says having the goal of a Grammy, an industry-voted award, “motivates us to work harder. As Suga said, if you are in music, the Grammy Awards are something that you cannot help but to look toward and set as an eventual goal.”

BTS’ global influence will soon collide with national duty, and a Grammy Award or three could help maintain its momentum. The band members all have to participate in Korea’s mandatory military service by the age of 28 — and four of them are within two years of that threshold. “Big Hit really wants to target the Grammys before [the members] go into the army,” says an industry source privy to the company’s marketing plans, adding that, from Big Hit’s perspective, it would be best for business if the boys all perform their service at the same time.

The group renewed its contract with Big Hit in 2018, which commits the members to another seven years with the firm, but the army service issue could knock off two years within that time span. A company statement ahead of Big Hit’s IPO shows that Jin, the oldest group member (he’ll be 28 in December), must conscript by 2022 even if he gets an extension of the draft deadline. The statement discloses that plans to prerecord content to be released over the course of any army tenure are being discussed.

South Korea officially changed its rules in July to allow draftees access to once-banned cellphones on weeknights and weekends, meaning BTS could theoretically continue some interaction with fans. However, the taking of photos, video or audio recordings remains prohibited. (Historically, most Korean celebs have fallen silent during their service.)

Soldiering aside, with the push from Big Hit’s IPO, multiple TV appearances — including an ongoing weeklong takeover of “The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon” — the chart success of “Dynamite” and growing Grammy buzz, BTS is poised to make some serious noise this fall, which is saying a lot for a group known to shake the decibel scale with a wave or a wink. But perhaps the most significant measure of its ascent is underscored by the frequent speculation of the band’s place in a new moment for the music industry.

“What would it mean not just to include the sound of Korea in the annals of world music, but to actually propose that the South Korean sound is the next chapter?” posits Yale’s Lofton. “What if BTS are actually the next Beatles?”

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btsinlondon · 5 years

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Voyeur

Yoongi x Reader (voyeur! Jimin)

Three POV’s - Reader, Yoongi & Jimin

You found yourself in a taxi home, head slightly heavy from the amount of alcohol you had consumed, but you were slowly sobering up and the realisation that you were going home with a stranger was hitting you - this wasn’t something you would normally do.

It was unusual for you to be this impulsive, but here you were, in the back of a black cab with a guy you’d just met. He told you his name - Min Yoongi. He asked you to come home with him. He looked at you so intensely and you didn’t want to refuse...

You

At a super hipster London cocktail bar, it was you who had approached him. Stumbling slightly as you crossed the room, 3rd cocktail of the night in your hand (or maybe it was your 4th?) you squared up to the guy who had been staring at you unapologetically.

“So are you going to tell me your name seeing as you’ve been glaring at me for the past 20 minutes?” you confidently say, the liquor giving you a boost of confidence.

“S-sorry, I - uh what?” he stammered. His vulnerable tone made you raise an eyebrow.

“What’s your name?” You repeated, a little more firmly.

“Min Yoongi” he blinked a few times and raised his head before resting it on his knuckles, elbow on the table.

“Well Yoongi, may I buy you a drink?” you smirked at him, loving the role reversal as ‘may I buy you a drink?’ is universally understood as another way of saying ‘may I sleep with you?’

You were intrigued by him and the low and faint throbbing down below told you his stares were having a magnetic effect on you.

Yoongi followed you to the bar and the bartender asked “what can I get you both to drink?”

“Two more of these cocktails please” you said pointing to your empty glass.

Yoongi was quiet and stood quite still, his stoic demeanour not giving anything away but he continued to stare at you with those intense, feline eyes. It was almost unnerving - you had no idea what he was thinking but when you both went to pick up the same drink, his hand folding over yours around the cold frosted glass, the electricity that pulled through your stomach was so intense you let out a sharp exhale.

Yoongi

She was buying you a drink, you weren’t quite sure how it had happened, but the attractive girl who you kept staring at across the bar had approached you and asked your name - or rather demanded to know your name. Inside your stomach was flipping and your heart was pounding in your chest but you knew you could keep your composure so she wouldn’t sense how intensely you wanted to pull her close and kiss her... keep you cool Yoongi

At the bar, you couldn’t help it - you just continued to stare. Her sparkle in those eyes, her soft skin, her delicate collar bones, her red lipstick - you wanted to kiss those lips so badly, to see what she tasted like. She ordered two cocktails and as you went to reach for your drink, she got there first. You palm closed over her fingers and that was it. The tension that had built in your chest wanted to burst out, the blood rushing away from your head making you slightly dizzy. You couldn’t help it, your bulge was growing and it was just from the touch of her hand. ‘God help me’ you thought.

You

The dull throb had gone, replaced by an awakened thirst, an aching and in an instant you wanted him. Right here. Right now.

“now” you said - shocking yourself slightly as he drew his hand away from the glass. “I mean, now! let’s go dance?” You cringed at how ridiculous you sounded, but it didn’t matter. Yoongi grabbed his drink and pulled you by your other hand over to the small dance floor.

He moved his hips to the music, it was almost sensual the way he pulled in closer to you and brushed his crotch against your stomach. Was that? Did I feel? Is he hard?

Yoongi

She clearly felt you hard, brushing against her, because she looked up suddenly, those eyes full of enticing lust. You wanted her closer, needed to feel her skin on yours.

You knew you weren’t imagining the sexual tension because soon she was grinding against you, her hips making blissful shapes against your body. You lost control and grabbed her body and pressed your lips to hers. She submitted into your touch and parted her lips, allowing you to brush her tongue with yours. She smelled delicious and tasted like fruit punch, you greedily deepened the kiss and grabbed her ass, all the while grinding in sync to the music. There must be some way you can get her alone.. get out of this busy bar...

You

His lips were like fire, burning with passion and tasting like pineapple - the cocktail he had downed was tossed aside, the plastic cup rolling on the floor beneath your feet. He grabbed your ass and you whimpered into his mouth. You pushed yourself closer to him, grinding yourself on his body - the thirst and need in your core was almost too much to bare. There must be somewhere we can go....but you were meant to be staying at your friend’s house tonight...

Yoongi

You needed to get out of here. Right. Now. Back at your place, Jimin was probably still awake playing video games or making out with someone from Tinder... but you could take your chances. Besides, Jimin had people back home with him all the time - sometimes more than one. Walking in on him having sex with a guy or girl had happened on numerous occasions so maybe it was time to get your own back.

You

You needed to get some air - before you melted into Yoongi, your burning desire for him making your legs quiver, barely able to stand in your heels. Still driven by the confidence the alcohol had stirred up, you pulled away and grabbed Yoongi’s arm, leading him outside to the smoking area. The cool air outside hit your lungs and you breathlessly turned to him “Is there anywhere else we can go?”

“Let’s just get out of here...taxi to my place” his low voice had a serious commanding tone that was inescapable. You never did anything like this - never. A stranger asking you back to his house...this just didn’t happen to you and you knew it could be risky. He could be a psychopath...But something about the way he looked at you lured you in. You nodded.

Yoongi

You took out your keys and hastily unlocked the wooden front door. As soon as you walked into the long hallway, you turned to face her. Whispering you said “My roommate might be in...we have to be quiet” and sure enough, as you walked into the living room, there lay Jimin passed out on the couch. Arm lolling over the side, his head turned to face the end of the sofa so his face was obscured. “Fuck sake” you cursed under your breath “I guess we should go upstairs, but I’m currently sleeping on a blow up mattress on the floor as we only just moved in...” you were embarrassed but she held her hand to your face “Let’s just stay down here baby, I can be quiet...” she bit her lip and looked over at Jimin “He looks pretty out of it to me..I bet he won’t wake up”

You took her bait and moved in closer, her hand on your skin was enough to make your cock twitch in your jeans. Suddenly she was kissing you, hands entangled in your hair, her fingers brushing your throat and closing around your neck tightly. You could see stars, it was passionate and intense and no girl had ever made you feel like this. You were getting hard for her and she knew it. She pushed you onto the other couch and kneeled over your lap straddling you, her v brushing lightly against your bulge - teasing you into submission. She began to moan, ever so softly, but the noise was incredibly sexy and you could feel her hips grinding harder and harder against your body.

“Fuck....baby girl you are such a tease. If you carry on like this I’m going to have to rip you out of those clothes and fuck you right here”

Jimin

You stirred. Head fuzzy and mind blurry, you couldn’t remember where you were. You fluttered your eyes open and saw that you had fallen asleep on the sofa. Something had woken you up but you weren’t sure wh- “hhngg, uh fuck yeahh”

- You could hear a female voice...was she moaning? Confused, you lifted your head slightly and through the darkness could see where the noises were coming from. Yoongi was sat on the sofa and someone was straddling him...shit...grinding on him. The image was fucking hot and you were about to shout out to them to GET A ROOM but instinctively stopped yourself. You didn’t want to end this little Friday night peep show.

Their bodies were moving in sync and it looked like they were practically fucking, even though they were both still fully clothed. The sight was turning you on so much, you unwillingly felt yourself grow hard at the view across the room. Silently and without them noticing, you unbuckled your belt and top button of your jeans and began running your fingers over yourself, eyes fixed on the two bodies.

“yes...Yoongi...I’m so turned on...I need more. Please Yoongi...please...fuck me” her moans were delicious and you began to quicken the pace of your hand.

You were rock hard, mouth open you let out a tiny moan which you were sure they heard. Yoongi hesitated for only a second and you were scared you had been caught. But instead he put his hands on the hem of her top and pulled it over her head. She undid her bra and flung it aside.

Soon all of their clothes lay in a pile on the floor and you nearly let yourself push over the edge just from the sight of Yoongi bending her over the sofa and pushing all the way inside.

The sound of his hips slapping against her ass, her breathless panting, Yoongi’s low groans - it was too much. You closed your eyes and pumped your cock faster, matching their pounding pace with your hand...

You opened your eyes to see the girl looking directly at you, bent over in front of Yoongi who hadn’t noticed that you were awake.

She pressed her finger to her lips and winked at you, moaning louder still.

You

His roommate was awake. You noticed his hand first, it was moving furiously on his cock, his eyes closed in pure bliss and this turned you on even more knowing that he was lusting over you and Yoongi fucking on the sofa. Your eyes moved to his face - he was seriously good looking. His sharp jawline and soft lips...his head leaning back as he got closer and closer to the edge. Staring at him unashamedly, his eyes suddenly snapped open and he was looking right at you.

You gasped and Yoongi took that as a signal to fuck you harder, your body moving violently under his grip on your hips, you were both starting to lose control...

“Oh YES - yes right there, please..harder” you moan loudly knowing full well the good looking guy across the room is watching your every movement.

Yoongi

You quicken your pace, loving the feeling of her slippery pussy around you, her moans growing louder with every thrust. It feels so fucking good and you start to feel yourself getting closer to letting go. You slap her bare ass and the sound of your hand on her skin is incredible, it sends waves of want and need through your entire body. Now you don’t fucking care if Jimin is awake, in fact you almost want him to look...and that’s when you spot him...he’s pumping his cock in his right hand...lids heavy, looking at you both, his mouth open and his head rolling back into the arm of the sofa.

The way he’s looking at her...such hunger and desire in his eyes...it lights a fire in the pit of your stomach and you groan “fuck baby, you feel so good. I don’t even care if Jimin is awake. He should be watching this. Watching you ride my cock, so wet for me”

Jimin

You’ve been caught. They know. They watch you touching yourself, so hard for the real life porn scene unfolding in front of you. They don’t stop what they’re doing and neither do you. Yoongi says your name and it snaps you back to your senses.

“Shit, Yoongi man. I’m sorry - I can’t help myself. This is too hot, watching you fuck her.”

“Don’t stop Jimin, don’t stop touching yourself. I’m going to make her cum so hard and I want you to make yourself cum too. Add this to the top of your late night fantasies...every time you touch yourself I want you to think of this moment - of me fucking her senseless and you watching from across the room. You can look but you can’t touch” Yoongi smirks and pulls out, flipping her onto her back and lifting her legs above his shoulders.

You

This new angle hits your g-spot and you moan so loud, body writhing beneath Yoongi, his hands firmly gripped on your legs.

“How close are you baby girl?”

“So....c-close” the tension inside your core building, Yoongi pounding into you, hitting that sweet spot every time. He reaches one hand down to rub your clit in long slow circles and suddenly your body jerks, you release in hot pulsing waves as you feel Yoongi cumming inside you, his cock twitching slightly as he collapses onto your body.

Jimin

Her body jerks and you know she’s cumming. You stare at the two hot bodies, both of them reeling in the pleasure of it all and you can’t handle it. Your hips buck as you cum, riding out the intense pleasure, panting and moaning you sink into the sofa, arms fall heavy against the sides of your sweaty body and you close your eyes.

Yoongi

So Jimin, next time you pretend to be asleep - maybe don’t touch your dick so fucking much and we might not notice.

The end.

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lobster-peach · 4 years

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The Girls Bathroom

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Part 2

Part 1-

This is a short story I wrote for my 10th grade creative writing class and I thought I'd share:)

*trigger warnings*

Eating disorders

Mental disorders

Drug/alcohol use

Violence

Child predator/abuse mention

Implied suicide

After a while she started getting reckless. She had left her cocoon of hiding, and wanted to numb the pain now. Night after night, party after party, she drowned herself in the adrenaline.

He eyes were constantly held heavy with dark bags, and he step wasn’t always centered. She started missing more and more of our talks, but she would still call me once she got home to let me know she was safe.

It was Friday, and Vanny had showed up to the bathroom. My heart leaped a little when I saw her sitting there. She looked up at me entering the stall. She smiled bigger than I had ever seen her smile before. Then I noticed her eyes. They were completely bloodshot. My smile back at her faltered a little, but I still kept it. She mumbled my name and urged me to sit down with her.

“You won’t believe what’s going on tonight!” she said excitedly.

“And what would that be?”

“Well, Travis is throwing a party at Amy’s house while her parents are away on a romantic getaway which is both sweet and disgusting but anyways-”

I stopped paying attention after she mentioned a party. It just wasn’t my thing. I didn't know these people, I didn't want to know these people, and I didn't care about these people. I started to zone out until a waving hand in my face interrupted.

“So do you?” Vanny asked.

“Do I what?” I said, legitimately confused by her question.

“Go to the party with me siiiiiillllllyyyyy!” she drew out the last word in an exaggerated way.

I again was confused by this. I knew we were okay being seen together, but a party? Did she really want to be officially declared the "weirdo's" friend?

“Won’t your friends ditch you if you’re seen with me?”

“Well we wouldn’t show up together, we would just meet up at the party! Everyone will be drunk anyways and they won’t notice.”

My heart sank a little at that. But it was sensible.

I looked into her eyes and sighed. If anything I could just keep an eye out for her and make sure she didn't drown in more alchohol than she already has.

And so, I said yes.

...

I could hear the music booming from across the street. Each step closer to the house was dreadful. Every ounce of my being was begging me to turn around and drive back home. But I persisted. The yard vibrated with bass, red cups littering the blades of grass, and teenagers lied face up towards the sky, laughing at nothing.

I became overly aware of my body when entering the massive house. It felt like every move I made was wrong. Every move, every look, every breath.

I tried to stay close to the walls, not daring to enter into the madness of the make-shift dance floor in the middle. I let my head smack against the wall in a heavy breath. Checking my phone I noticed 3 texts from Vanny.

“Tell me when you’re here”

“Are you here yet?”

“I’m gonna be on the dancefloor:”

I shot her a quick text telling her where I was and that she could come find me. Hitting send, I relaxed back into the wall. It felt like eternity until I felt someone grab my hand, pulling me away from the comfort of my wall. I was about to protest when I saw that it was Vanny who was pulling me. I let out a soft laugh and let her whisk me away.

In less than a minute I was dancing in the middle of the dancefloor with the head cheerleader. We laughed at the moves we both made, trying to out-weird the other. But then, everything fell into slow motion. Maybe it was the lighting, maybe it was the music, but when I looked at the girl dancing in front of me, I could have sworn I had never seen anything more beautiful. The way she moved to the rhythm of the now slowed music, the way she messed up her hair, the way she was so focused on the music that it looked like she was in another world.

She was breathtaking.

I knew she was intoxicated, but I moved closer to her, copying her dance. She grinned at me and took my hand for a second time that night. We danced in sync, our bodies moving together like they were made for this dance. She held me close, her hair smelling like coconut shampoo. Suddenly, the atmosphere changed. I could feel her breath fanning my lips. She had her eye open, staring at me in a some sort of haze.

And then... she kissed me.

And I did something I never thought I’d do-

I kissed her back.

...

It felt like time had stopped. All I could focus on was the taste of her cherry lip gloss, mixed with vodka and peppermint. Together, it sounded revolting but I couldn’t get enough of it. Each movement fed my new found addiction. Until she pulled away. And time started again.

She looked at me right in the eyes and smiled. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. It felt as if the whole room let out a breath with me. Not even that, but the world.

It was almost like everything had led up to this moment. And all this time, we had just been waiting.

Vanny and I held each other the rest of the night. Dancing to every song that came on until we collapsed. Liquor flowing through our veins like waterfalls. And it felt good.

Just to live in the moment, to forget about all of my troubles, and dance with a girl who embodied perfection. And that's all everything really was. Perfection.

But the morning was not so generous to me, or my head. Everything hurt. My whole body felt like a frozen mess of pain. Like I had been lit on fire, and this was the aftermath. I couldn't remember the ending of last night, but I knew what had happened.

The kiss.

Was this going to consume my every thought? Was this going to be all that roamed my mind till I saw her again? I didn't know but I didn't care. Because that kiss was worth remembering.

The weekend felt like years. And for once I was waiting for school to start on monday, hell, I was even excited. But when it finally came around it wasn't how I thought it would be.

When I walked into the building it felt like everyone's eyes were on me. Like bugs, glued to whatever sweet they could get. I didn't understand why. Why all of their disapproving eyes focused on me. That was until after the second period.

I headed toward the girl's bathroom when I was grabbed, and pushed into an empty classroom. A large hand covered my screams and I was slammed into the wall. I didn’t want to open my eyes.

I wanted to disappear, I wanted disappear, I wanted to disappear.

But my eyes ignored me and opened. And what I saw was horrific. Vanny was being hit by a group of guys. She was crying. She looked at me screaming she was sorry. I didn’t get it. What was she sorry for? what’s going on? Who are these people? Why are they doing this?

Why is no one else here?

How can no one hear this?

Before I could think of any more questions I was grabbed up by my hair. Some of the bulky guys had come over to me once they had noticed I had opened my eyes. I took a kick to my stomach, to my ribs, everywhere. I was so focused on the kicks I didn’t hear what they had all been saying.

“You better take this, we are just preparing you for what’s coming. You think you could get away with all of this? You think you’d be safe? You’re so sinful it blinds you, f*ggots.”

My eyes widened in horror. The kiss. This was about the kiss. My heart beat faster than it was before, which seemed impossible. I thrashed my limbs in an attempt to stop the kicks. My ribs were broken by now. But by surprise, the kicking stopped. But not from my attempts. An adult voice had come in screaming for the boys to stop. But the world went black before I heard anything else.

I woke up to fluorescent lights, and the beeping of a heart monitor. My parents were sat across from my bed, asleep. I tried sitting up but i was stopped by pain searing through my chest and torso. I winced, and laid back down. A nurse eventually came in to ask me how I was feeling and take my vitals. At that my parents woke up, and stared at me with a blank expression. We thanked the nurse and she left. My mom rushed to my side once she had left, and my dad kept staring.

“They called us right after it happened.” she said with a watery voice,

“ you were already out when we got there but your… friend, Savannah, explained what had happened.”

She pulled back after Vanny’s name was mentioned. They knew. My mom started crying harder, and my dad had finally turned his head away from me. Now it was my turn to cry.

The car ride home was silent. A painful silence that kept on cutting and cutting and cutting my heart.

When we got home, they surprisingly left me alone. I went straight to call Vanny. waited for her to pick up. I needed her to pick up. But she didn’t. I tried 4 more times, but there was no answer, I slipped to the ground, and cried, for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. And there was this feeling in my gut that I couldn’t explain. And I just couldn't get rid of it.

I didn’t leave my room for a week. I kept calling and texting Vanny but she still never answered. I didn’t understand why, why she would just ignore me like ths, after everything that had just happened. How could she do this?

When I finally went to school, I was determined to find her and speak with her. I didn't know what I'd say but I just needed to say something.

Walking into the brick building I was greeted with solemn faces, sympathetic looks, and quiet. It was so unexpected but I figured the administration had told the school about the attack, so I carried on.

My first period wasn't any better. We sat in silence doing our work and nothing else. I wasn't complaining however, I liked the quiet. I did jump however when I felt a tap on my shoulder. The teacher. Her face looked hollow, eyes empty. She didn't say a word other than "I'm sorry." And handed me a slip to the principal's office.

I was more confused than ever now. Why was she apologizing to me? I tried not to overthink it, but the thought lingered in my mind all the way to Mrs. Randall (the principal)'s office. She was wearing a black pantsuit, which was unusually for her. She tended to lean towards brighter colors, like yellow,blue and such. I slowly sat down in front of her, waiting for her to say what she wanted to say.

"As you know, the attack that happened was unacceptable, and the boys who did it have been expelled."

I nodded my head in response. I would have gotten a lawyer if that hadn't happened.

Mrs. Randall continued saying

"I would just like to personally apologize for your loss however."

I made a a sound between a laugh and a scoff. My eyebrows furrowed. But she didn't look like she was joking.

"Pardon?" I managed to say.

Her eyes started to water a little, and she finally spoke.

"Savannah Lancaster… I'm so sorry, I knew you two were.. uh" she cleared her throat and finished with "throat."

Something dropped in my heart.

"What are you talking about…" I said my eyes widening a little and my words coming out in a slow, straight line.

Mrs. Randall held a hand to her mouth.

"I'm so sorry I thought you knew, I shouldn't have been the one to tell you, I'm so-" I cut her rambling off.

"What. Happened. " I choked out.

"She took her life a day after the incident." She whispered.

No.

No!

This couldn't be happening. I felt my chest grow tight, and water stream out of my eyes.

I got up and ran to the bathroom on the second floor, hoping she would be there. I ran, crying out "no" repeatedly. I threw open the stall door to find it empty. She wasn't there. I screamed out her name. But no answer.

My knees gave out from under me, making me crumple to the floor.

I couldn't see from the tears in my eyes. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to die. My face was hot, and my lips were bleeding from where I had chewed them while I sat in the principal's office. The tile of the floor was like ice on my cheeks. Giving a sting to my position. My ribs still hadn't healed, and bruised in my sprawled out form. I hit my head on the ground, over, and over, and over again. I wanted the pain to stop. I wanted to stop. To stop existing. To stop breathing.

But nothing I could do would change the fact that she was gone.

She was gone.

And I just wanted to be too.

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